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stoptellinglieslois · 2 months

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Red black and blue

As Clark and Dick start to re-bond again things escalate further for them.

Warning: sexually explicit fanfiction.

Superman x Nightwing pairing.

I stayed bed ridden I broke both legs and fractured my wrist, I got into a huge fight with Bruce in front of the whole team they all heard us fighting over the ear piece.

That mission went to hell in a hand bag I stood on a glass roof top I underestimated my weight as I yelled at B.

He yelled back words were exchanged before I knew it I was looking up at him my vision blurred and then I blacked out.

And now here I am in my room at six in the morning wide awake the pain med's kicking in just fine.

Bruce and I haven't seen eye to eye in a long while about everything.

I heard a voice outside my bedroom door Alfred and..... Clark I wasn't expecting him it's so early.

But it's Clark so it's all good.

As I watched the shadows by the slit at the bottom of the door feet light and black shoes.

The door opens and Clark walks in my bedroom. "Hey how are you." He says a warm smile graced his handsome face.

"Besides my ego I am good." He frowned at me. " It's terrible what has happened to you has nothing to do with your ego, Your ego can fly a kite... I wish I was there to protect you." He said there was a chair beside my bed.

He sat down and he is wearing his work suit grey ill fitting one at that glasses too thick for him he noticed me examining him. "Going to work." I said. I took his glasses off his face. "There you are." Clark looked down. "Please Dick not this again." I didn't want to hear it.

"You deny a dying man even this." I hissed a sharp pain to my leg arose viciously.

"Are you ok."

"I am now... now that your here."

"Dick.. stop."

"Stop what."

"Flirting with me please here is also not the place for that."

"I can't." I reached and stroked his face smoothly Clark has no imperfection on his face.

He leaned into my touch his eyes closed this is the first time he reacted to me touching him, A small victory irrupted inside me I felt sheer happiness even while I am in this state.

"Are you here to take care of me I could use a sexy nurse." I said softly.

"Hmm." He answered eyes still closed just being submissive to my touch.

"Stay Clark I would love for you to stay awhile Bruce is not in the country, Even if he is here he's too busy for me."Clark can't back out of what's going on right now and throw all sorts of excuse to take off.

I want to remember this moment.

"God I wish my legs weren't broken." I was in pain and I felt like I could leap again off of the sky scraper Clark rebooted me.

"....Me too I also wish for a lot of things that can't help us now can they." He sighed deeply eyes closed black long lashes feathered out like a fan.

"What are you saying uncle Clark." I played up the uncle Clark part.

"I mean I can't talk here not in the manor but we should talk more when we have time." My room is not bugged or has any hidden spy wear no cameras, Bruce didn't want to listen and spy on his teenage ward.

"Then we could talk around it." I stroke his hair enjoying playing with the curl at the front.

"Dick that... feels so good." This is what I would ruin my relationship with Bruce each stroke of Clark's hair is more and more a step forward of taking a torch to any thing tied to this life.

And it would be worth it.

It would crash and burn and I would be happy to light up on fire just for Clark.

I ended up on a wheel chair missing school for three weeks, I did my homework in my bedroom it is very late at night I can't go patrolling I am just stuck here.

I picked up my cell and called Clark I was careful not to call him when B is home but when he was out and about. It is safe for me to do so.

Clark didn't pick up so I texted him.

And I continued on trigonometry, Hours later I took a break as I stretched my arms and back I was so sore.

Then I got an idea I spoke low. "Clark can you hear me it's Dick." A slow smile spread across my face.

"It's ok all you need to do is just listen to my voice." I haven't seen Clark since he saw me a month ago.

"I am stuck here held hostage because my body is not hundred percent, All I can think about is you all I dream about is you." I wouldn't know if he could hear me or not there is no telling me if he could.

So I kept talking. "Clark I imagine us together none stop." I bit my lip I wasn't expecting this to come out of my mouth I started breathing loud.

My heart is racing. "The things we could do together blows my mind." It is all so real as I start to really get into it.

"This may be new territory for you but for me I've always had this for you. I've always wondered about us.... doing it I know we should... it's too early but I want this Clark it would be so......bliss whatever you want to call it." My hand on my chest I closed my eyes as I imagined it in my mind.

"You are on top of me." I breath licking my lips as I hummed a sweet sound coming out my mouth.

"God Clark I've been with guys and girls before but this with you would be a whole new thing for me, Because it's you that's why." I started tracing my abs in a circling movement as I thought they were Clark's abs.

"Make me your's you wont regret it I swear I'll make you so happy Clark." My heart thunders in my chest as my hands started to explore my body.

"I could wait though for you." I rubbed my sore neck it felt good to touch myself.

"All I could do is wait."

We are under cover I am glad they asked me to come along, The restaurant that is more family oriented I was still in my wheel chair we are waiting for the other heroes me and B are the first to arrive.

As Diana came in a white dress then Clark came in wearing his dark grey suit, He slouched as he entered.

Are eyes connected instantly.

I remember the day I said all those things I hoped he heard me.

But there is nothing I can do now. "What do you want to order." Bruce asked me suddenly and looking at me expectantly. "Chicken and waffles and a coke." I answer looking away from Clark and at him.

We are actually spying on a few drug lords and they are in a Metropolis right now and they had connections with the drug lords in Gotham.

"Hello." Diana greeted us as she sat beside B, I sat in front of them, It is a round table of four seats there is only one seat left and it's for Clark.

He sat beside me.

The rest of them ordered and waited. I looked at our reflection I am sitting next to the window and the sun shines at the table.

I felt nervous yes I was with B and the amazon but me and Clark are close again.

The conversation is light as I felt thick fingers slid onto my thighs.

I had to stop myself from... because I was in shocked I wasn't expecting this from Clark.

Food came shortly after he did that he removed his hand but he traced it making it linger on my thigh before removing it all together.

I swear this is a tease or a test either way.

We ate and talked Clark never really looked in my direction then his thick large hands found its way onto my thigh again.

Pressing my thigh warm giant hands slowly traced up my thigh. "He's getting up." B said. "Lets see where he goes first." Diana said. Clark stopped playing with my thigh.

I couldn't do anything really I am stuck in this metal trap so all I could do is just be some sort of decoy.

"He's going to the washroom." Diana says a bit disappointed I think she thought that this would be more interesting.

I relaxed and exhaled I didn't think I was holding my breath.

Clark's hand found his way back on my thigh though I decided to join him, My fingers hesitantly joining his I slid my fingers lightly touching his.

Clark let me lace my hand with his.

"EVERYONE GET DOWN."

Since then when we took down the drug lords at the restaurant I haven't seen Dick since then.

That mission was completed and I walked away and I never made my way back to him.

So I asked him to visit me and come with me to the farm.

It's so beautiful in the fall in Smallville perhaps him being around my folks....and me would be a good change for him.

Bruce said he could come to the farm and visit my folks.

To be honest I have no idea what to do in this case with Dick.

So it's best to bring him far from Gotham to see what's up to be honest being in Gotham in the manor has been the reason why I've been hiccuping to be around Dick.

It's like me stepping into a crisis disaster that never happened yet.

As I drive to the manor the colour of fall leaves scatter around the old pick up truck, This is the first time I have felt being ok around the mansion because it's a brief moment like this will be a unique two weeks of my life.

Dick is so young still blooming as a young man, I need to think hard how I will approach this because I feel like I am blooming it's happening in my heart.

I haven't opened up yet Kryptonians and finding there mate I could feel all of my system starting up something a human may not understand or get.

I finally reached the manor and waited by the drive way in the truck.

Alfred carried Dick's folded wheel chair to the back of my pick up truck.

Bruce and Dick stood by the driveway helping Dick in the passenger seat.

Bruce putting crutches in the back of the truck.

As I looked to the side of me Dick looked at me fighting back passion inside that is brewing in me.

I tore my eyes away from Dick and Alfred waved as Bruce came around the truck already tossing Dick's luggage in the back.

"You call me everyday no delay no mix up got it."

"Yes Bruce god I am not four."

"Good and don't give the Kent's trouble."

"I don't think I ever have."

"Just be good."

"Don't worry I'll do my best not to ruin this trip and come home in one piece." Dick smiled faintly at Bruce.

"Thank you for taking Dick with you Clark."

"It's no problem Bruce."

"Good." He backed away from the truck that is his way of saying he is done with us.

just like that we drove away from the manor.

Dick and I made small talk nothing major just asking how is life with one another, We were walking on egg shells we knew what this trip meant.

"Do you wanna stop for some food Dick."

"Nah I could wait till we get to the farm."

"Ok..." The majority of the conversation was like this "how's the weather" type conversation.

It was quiet in the truck until Dick shy hand rubbed mine on the stirring wheel, I flexed my arm a bit as he shyly touched my arm feeling the muscle. "I didn't tell you to do that, hmm." I said. Dick looked ahead at the road.

"No you didn't but since you did that to me at the restaurant it's only fair I repay you the favour." Eyes still on the road his voice broke a bit since he is going through puberty.

"You owe me absolutely nothing."

"So that means it's ok that I can touch...you." His hand on my arm travels up.

"No it's not ok you need to focus on driving."

"Am I distracting you."

"Don't be cute."

"Ah you find me cute."

"....Yes but what I mean to say.."

"That you think I am hot right."

"Yes I do think your handsome."

"What else do you like about me."

"Your exactly my type."

"Ok being vague."

"You're funny and witty smart no your brilliant and you are.... the most lively person I have ever met before, I like the fact that you smile a lot that's good to see you smile." And it's true his smile gets me every time.

"you know everyone thinks I am just this kid I am glad you are starting to see me differently." Dick said. Drumming his fingers on my arm.

"I don't see you as a kid." It's true Dick is seventeen now.

"My feelings never changed for you I will always have this for you Clark." Dick kissed my arm.

I turned to him my eyes off the road for a moment. "Dick you could never tell anyone about this." I am as serious as a storm on a summers day.

"Well I never said a word to anyone how I felt about you."

"This would be bad news for me do you get that Dick."

"Clark I have no intentions of ruining what I want and I wanted this from the moment I met you." My eyes went back on the road.

"Well that's good Bruce would make his life mission to kill me with kryptonite." I squeezed the wheel he would murder me and put me out of my misery.

"I would save you."

I sighed in response. "Can I kiss you." Dick asked me shyly it was sweet but we were getting closer to Smallville already.

"I would have to pull over."

"Oh so could you pull over."

"I wasn't ....waiting for that all of a sudden." I said.

"Only for a moment." I gulp knowing this is where this would lead us I couldn't have been surprised, Because I never had been this sought out by anyone other than Dick.

He is the only one that heart beats fast when I come in the room yes I do have that from other people but only for Superman not for Clark Kent.

Dick liked my duality and never questioned it.

So I pulled over by a corn field and drove in it hoping it would give us enough privacy.

I unbuckled my seat belt and his.

Dick kissed me hungry and feverishly as soon as I took off his seat belt.

I leaned in his seat. Dick's deliciously sloppy tongue was in my mouth my insides and legs are on fire Dick started to undo my flannel shirt and I needed to stop him. "Dick stop we need to.... stop this is gonna escalate and we.... we gotta go ok."

"Clark I need you I want you.." he panted.

"Wait ok just wait." I promised.

"Hmm god Clark...ok I could wait." Dick breathed clutching my shirt leaning his fore head into mine. "Lets go Dick." I pulled away and Dick slumped on his seat.

"Ok then." Dick said. Scrubbing his face we drove in silence and reached the farm.

Ma and pa waited for us outside it was sweet waiting for us to welcome us they loved and adored Dick so much, I was lucky enough to get away from work for a little while and spend time with Dick and them.

I parked the car and left the truck to get Dick's wheel chair.

Dick rolled down his window. "Mr. and Mrs Kent god it's been ages since we saw each other." Dick exclaimed they are so delighted to have company for a while.

I placed the wheel chair so that I could wheel him in the house. "Come let's go I made a walnut and hazelnut pie for you boys." Ma said. rubbing her hands together the cooler air settles for the evening.

We walked along the path of the house it was late afternoon and the sun would set soon.

The fall weather and leaves of bright red blood orange sun yellow with evergreens looked like confetti when we walked down the path to the farm house.

It was always so beautiful in Smallville in the fall.

"Boys there is the fall festival going on if you boys want to go." Ma said. Placing steamed green peas in the centre of the table.

I looked at Dick who looked back at me shrugging like he didn't know what to do with that. "Ah sure we could go out for a bit." I concluded.

"Lana broke up with that I forget his name was it Tyler...Prince whatever his name they broke up ." Pa said. piling some carrots and peas on his plate.

"Good for Lana she needs someone in her life that is stable." I said. Not looking at Dick looking straight ahead.

"That's true she needs to be with someone stable it's been bad after a bad relationship for her." Ma said. Moving about the small kitchen.

"You're single Clark why not give it a shot."

"Lana does not like me." I said. I didn't want this to open up any wounds for me right now not at dinner I wanted to leave this behind I didn't want to talk about Lana.

"Oh Clark I was just saying well... sorry well." Ma stumbled with her words.

"Ma it's fine let's just move on."

"How about you Dick got anyone in your life." Pa said.

"Yes I do." I went still and quiet because he said yes instead of no for his answer.

"Oh wow I am happy for you Dick."

"Is it serious."

"You can't ask that he's seventeen Martha." Pa replied.

"I would love it to be serious I want to take it there." Dick said. Watching their reactions they seemed very happy to hear that.

I blushed.

"How long have you known this person I mean how long you've been seeing'em." Pa asked. cutting into his steak.

"I've known them for a long time it's been crazy." Yes it has been crazy it's a roller coaster for both of us we aren't solid dating we haven't done anything really we just gravitate to each other, And call one another or text sometimes zoom each other.

physical stuff is left behind.

"Oh how so."

"Ah I guess that person didn't want me at first, I... a lot of things got in the way." Dick said. more interested in this conversation then I wanted him to.

"Oh is that person a player." Pa asked.

"No they are the total opposite... I guess this is the time for us to give it a shot." Dick drank the apple juice beside him never looking in my direction.

He plays the fool very well.

"Clark do you know em." Ma said as she sat down and joined us at the table.

"He does know that person very well." Dick answered for me I looked at him for a split second and looked ahead this is nuts they don't know anything about us at all, Dick is being honest without revealing anything.

"Do you love em."

"Ma pa.." I cut in.

"Yes." Dick answers right away I tried to intervene but he cut me off.

"Wow this sounds so serious well I hope Clark could find this type of relationship." Ma said a sweet smile on her weather face.

She does not see it nor does pa so I play along so we could hide this untill the time is right.

"I want to meet this person."

"One day you will."

It feels nice to be out instead of being in my room, Out here with Clark is so freeing.

"We needed to get out of there I didn't know you would go.. and say anything to ma and pa."

"About what."

"Us."

"But I didn't did I."

"Yes but a simple no would have been better of an answer."

"But I didn't want to say no I wanted to say yes."

"I get that but I didn't know....."

"They would ask twenty questions."

"Yeah I didn't know about that."

"I am being honest with them without giving us away."

"Well... let's just enjoy the festival."

"I mean it Clark all of it."

A woman with dark red hair that went past her shoulders a yellow banadnas that held her thick hair back, she looked to be in her late twenties approaching us petite in built easy on the eyes.

She came directly our way looking at Clark she seemed nice. But her attention was directed towards him like she had hopes in her eyes and it was clear to me what her interest was.

"Clark long time no see." She exclaimed.

"Lana wow yeah long time huh... this is Dick Grayson." Clark said. She looked at me and smiled at me like I was a small child. "God what are you up to." Lana eyes roamed Clark form I didn't like this at all.

"Hanging out with Dick I wanted us to enjoy the night air instead of being cooped up inside." Clark answered by not changing anything and keeping the subject about me with his tone of voice before she came and interrupted us. We were having a conversation and we wanted to really talk she came and threw a monkey wrench in it.

"Oh that's great well how's Metropolis."

"It's great Lana I hear you broke up with um."

"Yes I did." She said rather quickly.

"Hey let's go on the spectacular ride." I had to end this she is tugging for information from Clark, I didn't like this there's something off with her.

"Sure thing chum I'll see you Lana." Clark wheeled me to the line up to get to the ride.

"I know you wanted out."

"Yes I did."

It is our turn to get on the ride Clark folded in my wheel chair and carried me inside.

"Let me sit beside you." I said. He settled me down next to him putting the folded wheel chair on the other side of the seat.

We waited for awhile and then we were off.

It's more of a slow ride we could see most of Smallville from here.

The glass windows that protect us it's a sight to see as we watched from down below.

"Imagine having sex here." I exclaimed.

"...That's funny but people can see." Clark said. Shying away from my question.

"It would be nice to go on these types of things, It's so nice out I can't remember how nice Smallville is." I couldn't hold my excitement.

"Let's do it Clark."

"....Are you crazy ... no way." Clark rejected.

"Well yes I am crazy jumping off buildings in one of the most notorious cities in America, With no super powers just some dude in a suit." I answer him by getting closer to him.

My arm creeping over to his knee.

"Then I am also crazy." Clark blushed and said it in a whisper.

"Two of a feather flock together." I inched closer to him.

"We can't do anything here." He put his large hand over my chest stopping me from coming closer it didn't stop me from seducing him though.

"Then where Clark." I was so close to his lips.

"..I... if we leave here it's just the barn and.. the basement." Clark stammered eyes half lidded.

"Sounds hot." I stated. Licking out at him as he restrains me from coming closer.

"We need to leave here Dick."

"Oh but we are trapped up here."

"We will have to wait."

We didn't wait long for the ride it was over and we left the festival after that.

He wheeled me in a field of grass so tall the night sky for me was so wonderful in Smallville.

"Where are you taking me." I looked up at him with a smile on my face I felt like I had never smiled in years.

"It's a private place no one goes there except me, The barn hasn't been used since I was small." Clark said. He sounded like he was in a place far away.

As we travel through greenery the warm air of fall felt nice on my skin.

We make out of the field into the dirt road I am enjoying this just me and Clark we are alone, No titans no justice league no missions just us navigating the dirt road and farm land of Smallville.

And we are free.

And that's a turn on in itself and I've always wanted this type of connection with him.

All I have is this night I want to remember this for the rest of my life.

We end up getting closer to this rickety barn rusty and old it looked like a pill of wood.

"Here we are." Clark said. Sounding happy like this piece of shit is the best thing in the world to him and I think it was.

I didn't say anything but let him roll me into this old barn.

"I bet you have A lot of memories here... but um Clark why did you bring me here." Clark wandered off looking around the barn. "I wanted to take you here so my parents won't here us."

My face went hot Clark's warm deep voice the way he said it as he was looking around and not looking at me while he said it.

I made no move to follow him I planted right there.

As I realise what's going to happen.

We haven't done anything yet and I was excited.

"You're parents.... you keep looking around, What are you looking for." I began to wheel myself to where he is.

"I am looking for a spot so it will be easier for you to... relax and I just found it." Clark floated to a pile of hay and sat down on a square stacked hay.

I wheeled in front of him. "I think this is ok here.." Clark said. It's a wave of awkwardness between us the silence was too obvious.

"Well.. we don't have to rush anything so we could just stay quiet." I smiled at that. We came all this way just to stay in silence it was crazy and odd I am nervous.

Me being alone with him like this is something I never experienced before.

There is no narrative between the both of us I felt no pressure in rushing anything but I felt the need to be close to him.

"I care about you a lot Dick... no matter what happens here we can't unchange it I don't mind if we just stay like this for the whole night or we..." I drifted off in my sentence.

Dick smiled at me which I liked he is starting to be himself slowly and opening up towards me.

"I want more tonight...." He reached out and took my hand it felt cold in mine. "Are you cold Dick." He shook his head. "No I am fine Clark."

I got up and sat him beside me Dick moved closer to me his heart beat racing.

"I am not a virgin Clark if that's what you're wondering." Dick is being honest which I liked.

"Ok..... I have been with both sexes." I was always honest about my sexual experiences with my partners.

"Me too is there something that you prefer."

"I want you to feel good..."

Dick bit his lip it was sexy and forbidding all at the same time. "How good do you want me to feel Clark." Dick seems to play the fool in the most seductive way.

"I...I .. I want you to make me feel good and I want in return to make you feel good." I knew I was blushing when I said that but I didn't shy away from him I looked at him right in the eyes.

"But you still didn't explain how good."

".....I want to make you come."

"Where." I felt being pulled in by this.

"All over me." I heard myself saying I said it out loud I heard Dick say dirty things to me before but this is different when he's in front of me.

"God yes." Dick squeezed and reached down his cock.

I looked up at him and Dick's cheeks flushed and a rosy colour appeared nicely.

Dick continued palming himself, His head resting on my shoulder. "Is that how you want me to ruin you."

"Yes." Dick said. I Watched him in wonder as he touched himself.

"I am already ruined by you I can't shake you off... I've always thought of you while I...I am alone." Dick handled himself slow and clumsy.

All I did is watch.

"Do you like to watch Clark."

"Sometimes."

"God I would love to watch you touch yourself." Dick said. In wonderment pawing himself rubbing his face on my arm trying to silence small moans.

"Let it out I want to hear you." I said. I sounded so perverse I didn't recognise my own voice.

"Yeah fuck."

" Language you've got a dirty mouth don't you."

"Yes."

"I wonder what changed you"

"You."

".....I ruined you didn't I."

"Yes." Dick stroked faster.

"Made a mess of you."

"Yes." Dick moaned stroke yet never taking his cock out.

"Are you going to make a mess for me Dick." Dick moans are sinful I felt the need to push him more over the edge.

"Yes uncle Clark." My ears sizzled as I heard him use that it's a taboo to hear him say it in this way. "Uncle.. I haven't heard that in a long time." I put my arm around his shoulder.

"God I want you inside of me." Hearing him say this made me feel like I couldn't... hold back.

"Dick you're still injured let's hold off." Without thinking Dick maneuver onto my lap.

"God you're big." Dick as he moved around suggestively on my cock.

"Dick...." I hissed at him.

"Fuck yes .... I waited for this for so long." Dick heated plea made me want to cum in my pants.

Dick grinds himself on my dick and it comes alive and seeks for release.

"God this feels like a dream I just don't want this to end." I suddenly hear music. "Shit not now." Dick swore.

I rocked my hips and held either side of his hips as I humped into him.

"I can't.. I can't I am gonna cum." And the music still sang louder.

Dick shudders quietly covering his mouth in his hand muffling his cries of ecstacy.

I promised him that I would give him what he wanted another time and I came.

"Picked it up." I told him.

"No... I can't talk to him right now." Dick panted.

"He will get suspicious." As Dick is boneless on top of me he covered his face over his well sculpted arms. "He's always been that way and besides I can't talk to him after we just..."

"Then I will talk to him."

"No way Clark."

Dick's cell is going crazy as Bruce is on the other end.

The following day Ma and Pa had to go run errands in town so it's just me and Dick alone at home.

It was morning Dick helped me the best he could with the chores around the farm.

As we finished we went inside. "I need to get cleaned up." Dick said. I carried him upstairs and in the washroom.

"Let me wash your face and take off your shirt." I told him he looked up at me with blue eyes studying me.

But he did what I asked we stayed in silence as I took care of him.

We finished and I carried him as I was about to go down the stairs he stopped me. "Let's go to the bedroom." I hesitated at the step turned around and took him to the bedroom.

We entered my old room and I put him on the bed. "Fuck me." Dick said simply looking up at me.

I looked down at him the only thought I had was not here.

It wasn't safe for us here.

"Not here."

"Then,, we..we could go some place else."

"Metropolis then."

"No. Too far away.. how about we leave for awhile and go some place for a short while."

I sighed thinking where we should go.

"Huh ok... lay down on top of me." I said. Making quick motion laying on the small old bed.

"Oh great." Dick's happiness shined like a ray of sunlight climbing on top of me he wore his happiness in his demeanor.

Dick pulled off his shirt and threw it on the floor I helped him with his pants.

I started to take off my clothes as well as Dick watched me only a mixture of lust and something else was in his eyes, Was it worship I couldn't tell I think it's not only worship I only ignored before hand it's love.

And because of the age difference I swept it under the rug like I did everything else regarding Dick in the past.

I have to face it now though.

As I stripped off my clothes Dick never took his eyes off of me.

"You're like a god from another planet I've only dreamed of being here now with you." Dick said basically salivating on me I let him.

"Dick I always thought you were gorgeous I couldn't admit to anyone only you and I know how I feel." He's gorgeous too many eyes are on us he is so young and I am well...

"I don't want you to wear a condom.. I want to feel all there is to know about you Clark." Dick for his age is dangerous and I am the sucker to go for it.

"Oh.. ok." I started to float us up off the bed Dick yelped not expecting my action.

"Clark ha ha." Dick laugh has always got me in the right spot inside of me.

"Your laugh drives me crazy I am glad you're laughing more now." I stroked his face and then his chest abs and thighs.

Dick sucked in air as I did that. " Hmm." He shudder. "Fuck yes." Dick lull his back his adam apple exposed I lightly touched it and Dick made a piercing sound that was so sinful.

"Is that a spot." I asked and continued touching his adams apple. "Yes it is." I floated us down and I kissed him on his throat sucking and teasing the adams apple.

I attacked there and all I could remember is I float us back down on the bed.

I couldn't control myself so I all these noise came out of my mouth as Clark found my sweet spot.

My throat is so sensitive Clark kissing me there is heaven.

"Clark..." I hissed his name like a swear word.

He hummed in response his strong powerful mouth and tongue playing with my adams apple.

I started to position myself on his cock to descend on it.

He stopped playing with my throat as I lower my entrance on his member.

Clark is so incredibly big I hesitated I've never been with anyone this big.

"Go on Dick take it." I breathed in so much air I tried muffling my any sound.

And slowly going down his cock taking him in as I tense up around his cock.

"God yes Dick keep going." I finally let myself take Clark's cock completely in me, And I felt a bit overwhelmed.

"If I could stay like this in you forever I would but I can't please move Dick." Clark's warm deep voice pulled me out of my overwhelmedness.

I started slow and rusty on Clark's cock I was a virgin all over again, Just for the size of it as if I never took a dick in my life.

My cast feet hung from either side of him shifted on him trying to make myself more comfortable.

So Clark started to move and I was left with a shock wave inside of his massive size. "....I see I have to make matters into my own hands here." He thrust into me slow and deliberate so that I could get used to his size.

I panted in each thrust he took I wasn't quiet about it each time he invaded inside me I couldn't hold back my voice.

Clark hit a spot inside of me and I felt a pleasure there it felt good all of a sudden.

"Better." Clark said he is sitting up on the bed I am shifting underneath him. "Yeah better oh my god." I moved on top of him getting the best feeling out of this.

I wanted to be fucked by him and I got exactly what I asked for.

Clark moved faster and more desperate but not in a hurrying type of way he wanted more in each thrust as if he wanted to be in me more feel more and each time he thrust I felt like I am filled up with it.

But I couldn't stay like this I knew I would cum soon.

I started to sweat already I didn't even move as much as I did. "Dick we waited so long for this and I could feel myself not lasting we just started." Clark said. Stroking my black locks with his large thick hands pulling tugging at it lightly.

"Then let's cum together." As Clark moved inside me hitting my prostate.

"Too soon." Clark smiled as he said that and I exploded without warning.

We laid there it felt like an hour of just us staying in silence enjoying each others company.

Neither one of us are sleeping we are gazing at each other, As if time stopped and we had all the time in the world but we know that wasn't true.

We had to get up eventually.

"I feel like we should have done this sooner." I say to Clark who is stroking my arm softly his large hands pressing lightly.

"You mean sleeping with each other....if I say yes then that would mean a whole lot of things that would be wrong and I don't want to bring logic here." Clark for the first time I could see that he is letting himself go.

With me.

"I feel like this was in the way of all of this tension it was all in here." I guided Clark's hand and stroked my chest over my heart.

My heart beat so loud in my chest you didn't need super hearing to hear it.

"It took time but you're this healed us now I didn't want to hurt you, You are just so young you still are but I can't.... I can't stop it's like you unravel me and I can't go back to how things were." Clark confesses his blue eyes gazed at me I could see the galaxy in them I have know idea why I thought about that at this moment but I did.

"I loved you for so long I felt hurt when you.. you rejected me all I could do is stay away." I told him.

"What are we going to do when you have to go back to your life in Gotham and I have to go back to Metropolis and live that life, We have to separate and begin again like I have to restart all over again after this." Clark opened something I wasn't ready to even face right now.

"I don't know Clark we live in two cities and two separate lives I want to put it together with you. It's hard because of him... we could try to make this work without hurting anyone." I said in truth I know this would go bad but if we stick to our guns it will be ok only if we stick together.

"You're his best friend he will forgive you."

"You're his son he will only try to protect you...from me."

"I don't need his protection from Superman."

"That's not how he will see it."

"I am not a child anymore you know first hand."

"I know. Bruce won't see it that way."

"I can't help how I feel about you he knows I have a crush on you did you know that." I knew Bruce knew about my crush on him since I was a young boy he always knew, He never ventured or lectured me about it just pushed to the side never making it out the day of light.

Giving side long looks in the corner of his eye every time I was to happy and eager to see Clark.

He never made any comments on it but it was there it was always there.

Even if he hated it.

"I didn't know that he never gave me any sign nor told me about it. I guess it wasn't really in his list of things to do." Clark said watching me rubbing my back in small circles.

"I loved you far too long for him not to see it." I couldn't hold back it felt good to just lay here and tell Clark all of this.

"We should get dressed I don't know what time ma and pa said they would come back." Clark started to get dressed as I followed suit.

We go down stairs and go into the kitchen fully dressed now I find the bag of grocery on the kitchen table.

The back door opens as I see Mrs. Kent back turned standing on the porch hands in her hair.

She turns slowly to us her face in a grim expression looking at me my heart beats fast.

I don't like this.

"Both of you out here right now." Mrs. Kent voice sounded shaky and unhappiness replaced from her usual kind and understanding personality.

The woman standing on the porch is upset.

She knows.

Fuck.

Clark wheel me out of the farm house I don't know what to do at this point either run or just hide.

"Boys I heard everything and you're lucky it was just me your father didn't get here yet, He would have a heart attack just by hearing the pair of you." Martha's voice rose in anger at the end.

Clark didn't shy away from me or move away from me he got closer to me.

"Do you want us to leave I'll go back to Metropolis." Wow Clark didn't feel emotional or nervous just seemed so ready for anything Martha is confronting us and Clark didn't deny...us.

"You're not going anywhere you both will stay here where I could see you."Martha put her hands on her hips shaking her head.

"How long."Martha asked as she couldn't believe what she was asking. "Not long only a few months." Clark looked at me as he said that my heart skipped a beat as he gazed at me.

Martha watched us a look of sadness etched on her face as she observed us. "....This is insane I can't believe this." Martha ran a hand through her hair.

"It's not insane my feelings aren't insane I feel like this is right for me Dick feels right for me." Clark says his voice is calm and cool not getting emotional at all.

But Martha on the other hand was upset and angry with a mixture of worry and disappointment, Me being with Clark caused all this commotion in this little farm house.

"Then let me go back to Gotham." I said. For the first time I spoke since Martha discovered us.

"You're not going anywhere." Clark yanked my hand anger was shown for the first time since we confronted Martha. "No you stay here with me or we leave."

Martha watched us I was scared to look at her I never thought I would cause this type of ruckus.

"If you leave he will ask and get suspicious."

"Oh Clark this is going to be a nightmare you can't explain this to Bruce if he ever finds out." Martha's voice kept getting higher in volume.

"I.. I am ashamed you found out the way you did." Clark let go of my hand and approached Martha but a voice out of nowhere stopped him.

"Ashamed of what son." Jonathan appeared out of nowhere at the bottom of the porch steps.

"Jonathan we were just talking about how Dick wanted to leave early to go back to Gotham." Jonathan grimaced looking at Martha he knew she is lying to him.

"No you aren't." Jonathan looked between me and Clark but no anger or concern etched on his face, He finally looked at me. "Well boys you're gonna tell me why it's so tense here." Jonathan had no chills about his wife freaking out.

So I decided to speak up. "Mrs. Kent caught us." I said in a shaky voice. Yes I felt so nervous I was confronting just the tip of the ice berg of what me and Clark would face, So if I seem scared to tell Mr. Kent about she heard are voice in passion....then this is another step of the shit show.

"Caught you doing what." Jonathan wanted me to spill it out to confirm it. This was so not the shit show I wanted to go through with Mr. and Mrs Kent but what could I do.

"She heard us having sex." Clark answered for me gracefully. saying that to your father I don't know how graceful you could sound but Clark had his own way of doing it.

Jonathan nodded his head as if he understood what just transpired here before he showed up, And not seem angry Clark who admitted to everything without hesitation.

"Jonathan you can't be this calm are boy is with the Wayne boy, I feel like a fool a few years ago you talked about someone you worked with is it him." Martha pointed at me shaking hands as realisation as I knew nothing about.

"Yes it's Dick."

"Wow... you really took me for-"

"Martha. Hang on." She turned her back to us arms crossed not liking her interruption from Jonathan.

"So is he the one then." Jonathan said. Wanting reason to come to this. "Yes Dick is the one I want." Clark said getting closer to me.

I couldn't say anything I feel so uncomfortable.

"Then let's go inside and talk about this." Jonathan said. This is not what I expected coming from him but it's the offer I took.

We sat in the living room it is a grim evening.

All though we all had hot chocolate and a plate of chocolate chip marshmallow caramel cookies sat on the coffee table.

It felt cold here the warmth of the Kent's is not present here right now, Only the hot chocolate in my hand gave me warmth.

"He's so young." Martha sat across from us beside her husband her tone stern.

"I get that but-"

"There are no but Clark Joseph Kent. this is nothing to be shrugging your shoulders at." Martha is angry and I believe she is more angry that she found out the way she did and there's nothing I could do about that.

"I am not shrugging my shoulder at this I had a far too long time to think about this for me to just take this lightly." Clark answer Martha I wish she didn't find out the way she did.

Jonathan looked between me and Clark thinking he wasn't upset like Martha is but very much in his own thoughts, Not breaking any uproar Martha and Clark has but would step in if it got to messy.

I made this mess for Clark.

I didn't understand what I was doing my body started to wheel myself out of the living room but was stopped by a gentle masculine voice.

"Where are you going son." Jonathan's voice sounds so much like a father that I wish I could have if Bruce was more like Bruce and not the bat.

I stopped. "I failed Clark and made a mess out of everything here I can't face you guys it's best if I go home." I said. not turning around and facing them.

"I won't let you be ashamed about what you and my boy have for each other." Jonathan voice trying to wheel me back into the living room.

"I am not ashamed." I wasn't I just didn't want them to pick each other apart for this.

"Then get back here and stand by my boy." Jonathan wasn't messing around with me he wanted to see if I could take the heat for Clark.

I came slowly back to the living room Clark making eye contact with me the whole time.

I wheeled next to Clark again.

Jonathan watches us I knew I would dwarf beside Clark, He was bigger and he was taller and muscle wise Clark smoked me, But what we lack in size is that we are very simulare in look's jet black hair blue eyes we could pass as family in a way I am family I just wish they still think of me in that way.

Ma and pa went upstairs after I confessed about me and Dick.

We stayed there not say anything to each other but getting over the shock of having this type of conversation with my parents.

Until I broke the silence. "Let's go to the basement." I held out my hand to Dick as I got up off the sofa and waited for him come with.

"Fine." Dick took my hand and went and I picked him up and descended down the steps of the basement.

We quietly went down making sure our voices wouldn't be heard from ma and pa. "Clark do you....do you think they will tell Bruce about us." Dick looking in the dark for the switches.

Finding the light switches the basement is semi furnished with a double size bed in the far corner.

"No I don't think they will tell Bruce.....where were you going to run off to Dick earlier."

Hesitated before he answered. "I need to take off because my head is spinning." He said looking down.

"Were you going to run back to Gotham leaving me here with my parents to fend for myself, I will not fault you for it but I wouldn't want to go to him and leave me here." I hugged him holding him in my arms and feeling him.

I snuggled him breathing in Dick's scent he smelled like marshmallow autumn leaves I ran my hand on his ass.

Dick sighed in my embrace.

"Wouldn't have run I just needed air to breathe it got real in here." Dick answered me. I pawed at him I got greedy with my touch.

"Ok I believe you." I massaged his ass. "I can't stop Dick ... all I want is to do this to you if you have left and go to him." I couldn't help how i was feeling.

I haven't felt like this for a long time I am not sure if it's either jealousy or just the thought of being alone without him, And going to Bruce going to Gotham made me feel crazy and I haven't felt like this ever this is the first time I felt this type of emotion towards anyone.

"Clark." Dick gasped as I pulled his pants quickly in one swoop of my powers and his jeans as I carried him to the bed.

I made him lay on his stomach exposing his ass bare I kneel down on my knees touching it kneading it gently.

I looked up the stairs and I forgot to close the door of the basement.

"Don't go anywhere." Dick turned to look at my retreating back going towards the steps.

I used my super hearing to hear if my folks came down or listened and I could hear them having a tense conversation in the bedroom about me and Dick.

I went down the steps where Dick is and went on my knees once more touching his ass.

Feeling his nice firm round full ass his heart beat racing.

I lowered and nozzled my face on it biting it lightly Dick yelped. "shh we can't let them know what we are up to." I lifted my head as he made little whimpers.

"I am still sensitive down there Clark." Dick said nervous.

"There's no need to be nervous Dick." I told him soothing him wanting him to calm down a bit.

I put my face in between his cheeks as I slowly started to liking out finding Dick's entrance.

"Hmm... Cl..ark.." Gripping the sheets Dick words choked out my name.

That made me so hard as Dick choked out my name I squeezed myself as I teased his ass with my tongue.

"Fuck I...yes it feels good." Dick pants out.

My tongue explores him knowing I pushed the right button sending Dick soaring.

"Shh please my little acrobat keep your voice down." Dick laughed in vain as he muffled any sounds coming out of his mouth by covering his mouth.

I lifted my head to quiet him down again eating him out pulling out and stroking my cock.

"God I....yes." Dick hushed his voice.

"You brought me all the way here just to taste me." I hummed in agreement as I stroke myself and nip and licked Dick's hole.

"I bet you didn't even care if you got caught by your parents like this, seeing you like this on your knees eating out my ass."

I kept stroking and licking like a starved man.

His words hit me Dick's voice and words pulling me in turning me on.

"I can't hold myself anymore I need to cum." Dick whispers he sounded like a dark angle.

I pre-cum spilling spurts all over the floor I am so close.

"God..." Dick came shivering and covering his mouth failing in vain not letting anymore filth come out of his mouth.

I came just hearing him cum listening to him dirty talk.

I lay there kneeling. "I hope they didn't hear us this time."

Martha drove me to town as I wanted to get things before I go back to Gotham my vacation at the Kent's was over I would go back this afternoon to Gotham.

Tense and many conversations with them left me a bit at odds with them but Clark and I grew closer and closer as the two weeks rolled by.

His parents accepted us together we would hold hands but it didn't mean that the conversation wasn't tense more so on Martha side of things.

"You have to understand something Clark is the only one I have in this whole entire world, I don't want him getting hurt he will go to Metropolis and you will go back to Gotham and now what." Martha parked the truck in front of the local supermarket.

"I will go back to Gotham Mrs. Kent and deal with my life like I always have and so will he." I told her simply I did love her I understood she didn't want me to hurt Clark I could never do that.

"Yes but my boy....and your...ok I will let it be just be safe and I wait here for you." Martha fixed her hair in the rear view mirror. I left the truck.

I know I would part Smallville in the most bombshell note.

Knowing their boy is dealing with Bruce's ward was a lot to unpack.

As Dick and ma left for town I was alone with pa sweeping up the leaves that had fallen endlessly on the ground.

"May I give some piece of advice." Pa says all of a sudden.

As I continued to sweep up the leaves kinda knowing where he is going with this.

"If Wayne wants to take you down because of this you come straight here." I looked up at him knowing he is dead serious.

"Pa." I whisper and I stop sweeping.

"I mean it I will leave it like that and put it there for you. Don't let that boy get hurt by this all right I will leave it here." Pa said. as he walked away the autumn sun healing me from pa's open closed statement.

We all have an earpiece that is still on. Our mission is over we fought what I could only assume is Kraken, I thought a giant octopus was a myth and it was in Italy causing mayhem.

Titans and the league team up once more for this mission.

We all gathered at the watchtower as everyone still was on mission mode even when the mission was over and done with.

My eyes searching the room for Clark it didn't take long for me to find him.

My earpiece buzzed frantic for no reason.

I ignored it and got closer to Clark not really going into their circle of members talking but getting close outside of his circle.

He noticed me. His eyes gazed at me briefly something in his blue eyes told me a to wait for him.

Not now but soon his gaze told me.

The cracking in my ear got louder and I heard a voice in my ear. {Come on spooky.} I heard a male voice all but purred out into my ear.

He sounded sultry.

Clark snapped his attention by not breaking eye contact with me like a light switch went on.

{Not here.} I couldn't and never not know Batman's dark deep voice entered my earpiece I looked around and everyone was holding there earpiece as if all of a sudden they felt the crackle and chopped up voices in there earpiece as well.

{God I missed you.} I breathed in sharply as I see people blushed and giggle a bit.

{I missed you too.} Clark and I went beside each other I looked at him and a faint blush creeped up on his handsome face.

{All I keep thinking about is you.} Hal said.

I can't believe what I was hearing in my earpiece I never thought this was going on and I would never have known if it wasn't for this incident of malfunction.

Clark put a large hand on my shoulder and squeezed it.

{Just give me time and I will see you soon spooky.} I breathed sharply again.

Clark never let go of my shoulder and shook me a little trying to reach out to me.

Bruce never told me about this and to find out this way in front of everyone he got to get to have this and no one will judge him or Hal.

Even now they will judge him but it will be brief.

What if it is me and Clark had been outted this way would everyone blush or would they blame him and outcast us.

Would they blush like Clark is blushing right now or would they be in disbelief and be angry.

I walked away from Clark's warm hand he called out to me pushing past other members.

I am jealous because I am in love with Clark and I knew they would all react differently if it was me and him.

End of part 3 next is part 4

Thank you for reading

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creepypasta-archive · 2 years

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Jeffrey - A Jeff the Killer Story

by Jake Elite

Jeff really doesn't like gamers

CW// murder, mutilation, blood, laceration

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On a late Saturday night, about 10:40 PM, Matt Vertigo was on his laptop searching the internet for SOMETHING to keep him busy. Nothing. He decided to go to YouTube to find good videos to watch. Since Matt's favorite YouTube gamers are Roosterteeth, he decided to go to their channel. He clicked on the newest Things to do video. But when he clicked on the video...something weird happened...

The video played for about four seconds before it froze. Then, the video went black, but for some reason...there was a faint outline of a man with long hair. Matt knew that something like that isn't normal for YouTube. He opened a new tab, and searched for 'Outline of long-haired Figure on YouTube.' But when the page loaded, his computer totally froze, and then shut off.

Thinking that the battery on his laptop was dead, he plugged his laptop into the wall charger. It was getting late, about 12:20 at night. Matt went to brush his teeth, when he saw a small piece of paper taped to the side of the mirror in the bathroom.

"What's this?" Matt said, picking up the paper. On the paper, it said:

Just Visiting...

-JTK

"Who's JTK?" Matt asked himself. He figured his older brother snuck into the house and was playing some dumb game.

Matt was getting cold, so he went over to his window to shut it before he went to bed. But when he went to shut it, he saw a figure...with long hair. He fell backwards in fright. When he went back to the window, the figure was gone.

"I must be seeing things, maybe sleep will help."

At 3 AM, Matt heard a loud crash and immediately woke up. He rushed out of his bed, and ran down the stairs. He was greeted with a nice piercing into his hip.

"WHAT THE FU-" before he could finish the sentence, the figure put the knife up to Matt's mouth and started to laugh.

"I told you I was coming to visit," he said.

But the the figure's face was terrifying. He had long singed-black hair, and his eyes were blackened around where his eyelids should be. He had a pale white face. And his mouth had brutal cuts that looked like a smile.

"Who the hell ARE YOU! YOU MONSTER!" Matt screamed. He was clutching his side where he was stabbed, his hand covered in blood.

The person chuckled. "Is that what you think I am? A horrible, terrifying, torturous monster?" Matt just stared in shock. "Well you're wrong...I'm MUCH worse." The person lifted the knife to Matt's neck, but before he could attack, Matt's front door was kicked open, and police rushed in with pistols in their hands.

"Hello?" one of them shouted. "We got reports of yelling and screaming." The figure lowered the knife and said, "Looks like you and I have company my friend."

"You are not my friend, and I WILL kill you!" Matt shouted. Matt got up and rushed the person, but when he threw the punch, the figure dodged it like it was nothing and slashed at Matt's chest, leaving a huge cut.

The figure picked up another knife from the kitchen, and then the police cornered him and demanded that he drops the knives. The figure chuckled and said, "Looks like you guys brought guns...to a knife fight."

He rushed the cops, and when one of them went to shoot him, he sliced at the cop's hand and stabbed him in the chest. While the figure finished off the other cops, Matt limped out of his house, clutching his side. He ran out into a forest that was nearby, and he didn't stop running. He stumbled over a branch and twisted his ankle. He looked back towards his house, and saw the figure run out of the house towards Matt. Matt pushed himself up and limped as fast as he could. But it was no use. The figure was left untouched by the policemen.

When the figure caught up to Matt, he turned Matt around, cut his neck, and stabbed him in the chest. He pushed Matt to the ground.

"What the HELL are you?" Matt screamed, coughing up blood. The figure was sharpening his knife with a rock.

"I am Jeffrey...the killer." Jeff grabbed Matt by the shirt, and stabbed him in the chest again. Matt slowly closed his eyes. His final words were..."What comes around...goes around. You'll get what you deserve..."

Detective Entry #1

At 11:23 AM, September 23, the police department got a call from a man named Tom Vertigo. He called and said that his younger brother Matt has been missing for 4 days. He told us that he saw shells left behind from a gun. He also claimed that upon searching the house, he saw a group of policemen that were mutilated. We are going to conduct a stronger search tomorrow morning.

Detective Entry #2

10:22 AM, September 24. We searched the house and found a trail of blood stains outside of the house's back door. It leads into the forest. My team and I are going to search and document in a few minutes.

Detective Entry #3

10:31 AM, September 24. While exploring the forest, we found the body of who we believe is Matt Vertigo. He had a knife stuck into his chest, and several knife wounds. More information will be released as soon as possible.

Detective Entry #4

1:26 PM, September 25. The body is confirmed, and it is Matt's body. His body was covered in stab wounds, and cuts. His body, and the knife are in our possession as of right now.

Detective Entry #5

12:43 AM, September 26. I'm hiding from someone. He broke into our base and attacked the other detectives in Matt's containment. Upon laughing, he said, "You have my favorite knife, and disciplinary actions must be given to those who steal from others." He killed every single detective in there except me. I ran as fast as I could. I hid in my house and locked the doors and windows. A few hours after I hid, my window was smashed in and the person climbed through the window. The killer said, "How rude of me not to introduce myself. I'm Jeff, your worst nightmare. Speaking of nightmares, you look tired my friend. Maybe you should rest." Jeff stabbed me in the side and put a hand on my mouth before I could scream. "Lay down, relax...and GO TO SLEEP!"

When I woke up, I ran out of my house and didn't stop. I am Detective Kenneth Andrews. If you ever see him, don't even stop to stare. Just RUN.

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spinningintheshadows · 2 years

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happiest he’s ever been || jj maybank

Faced with being kicked out by her mother after an argument, Macie asks her best friend to take a walk with her and it leads to the adventure of JJ’s lifetime

Taglist: @maybankforlife @teelagurl558

Pounding on his apartment door woke the blonde nineteen year old from his slumber. He groaned, reaching for his phone to see the time. The picture of him and Macie, his best friend since kindergarten, glared at him with the time. 1:37 am. He pushed himself out of bed, muttering curses under his breath as his socked feet hit the cold hardwood floor of his apartment. He had a fleeting thought to remember to call his landlord to fix the furnace in the morning.

The pounding continued until he finally got the deadbolt unlocked and swung the door open, cold October air hitting his face. He stood face to face, well, chest to face with his brunette best friend. He could see tears staining her cheeks making him frown.

“You okay Mace?” He asked. She shook her head, wrapping her arms around him tightly. He couldn’t do anything but hug her back. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“Will you go for a walk with me?” She sniffled at the end of her question. It was what she did when she was upset, take walks, but it was cold, and really late.

“Now? Mace, it’s like 43 degrees outside. It’s almost two in the morning.” He stated, then thought better of it. “Come inside while I put warmer clothes on.”

She stood examining the thermostat while he changed, flipping the switch to ‘heat’ and setting it at 70 degrees, the only acceptable temperature to keep a house. In his bedroom, JJ furrowed his eyebrows as he heard the furnace kick on, the familiar smell of it working for the first time in months filling the apartment. Silently, he shrugged on his heavier jacket, grabbing an extra one for Macie.

“Here.” His voice was soft, holding the worn grey jacket out to her. “Put this on, I don’t want you getting sick.” She half smiled, pulling the jacket over her, no his, hoodie.

Fall leaves crunched under their boot clad feet as they walked. They were headed in the direction of the château, where they’d undoubtedly end up sitting at the end of the dock like they normally did when they took walks like this. JJ reached out, grabbing her small hand in his larger, calloused one and lacing their fingers together. If someone saw them, they’d look like a couple taking a late night walk together. In reality, him holding her hand was a comfort thing for both of them. There wasn’t necessarily romantic intentions behind it.

They reached the end of the dock in record time, his hand leaving hers so he could light the joint he had in his pocket. He glanced over at her, trying to read her expression.

“Ready to talk about it?” He questioned. He offered the joint to her, frowning when she denied it. “Must be serious if Margaret Jane Kline is turning down a joint.”

“JJ” she sniffled. “I need to tell you something and don’t freak out okay?”

“Are you dying?” He asked. She glared at him, then sighed.

“I might as well be in my mom's eyes.” She told him. “J, I’m pregnant.” The blonde man choked on his inhale looking over at his best friend.

“Macie I mean this in the nicest way possible, but how” he said. “You’re like the most anal person I know about birth control.”

“You remember that kegger a couple months ago, the one I definitely shouldn’t have gone to because I was getting over strep throat?” She asked. He nodded, telling her to continue. “Well the antibiotics like, canceled out my birth control. I hooked up with that blonde touron, the one everyone joked about being your long lost twin. I was drunk. I didn’t think anything of it until the test showed two lines.”

“Well shit, what are you going to do?” He asked. She shrugged.

“I like, found out a week ago. My mom found the scan going through my room and it was this huge argument and she told me I had to find another place to live.” She sighed . “Think I can crash at yours until I find a place?” He hummed, tossing the end of the joint in the water.

“I tried to get you to move in with me four months ago when I moved in” he joked. “You know you’re always welcome at mine, Mace. I don’t know much about babies but I’ll do what I can to help.”

“Oh my god, that's the best part and I forgot to tell you! My mom automatically assumed that it was your baby. She hasn’t liked you since you guys fell off the rails for that summer, and this really sealed the deal” she was laughing now.

“Well I don’t know about you but I’m freezing and exhausted, can we go home and go to bed?” He asked.

She collapsed on his couch almost as soon as she was through the door of the apartment, making him chuckle. He stripped out of his jacket and boots before nudging her lightly.

“Come on Mama, let’s go to bed.” He said, voice soft.

“But I’m good here.” She mumbled, face pressed against the arm of the couch. He had to fight back the urge to roll his eyes.

“Mace, come on, I’m not letting my baby mama sleep on the couch. I will carry you, don’t test me.” A groan left her lips as she sat up, glaring at him as he grabbed her hand and led her into the bedroom,

“It’s not even your baby.” She mumbled as she wrapped herself against his warmth.

“Hmm. That’s a technicality. Been my baby since you told me, sorry I don’t make the rules. Not like that touron would step up.” He said. “If it’s the one that looked like me, no one’s gonna question it. Everyone thinks we’ve hooked up numerous times.”

“You don’t have to raise a kid that’s not yours, JJ.” She placed her hand on his face. He smiled softly at her, moving to kiss her forehead.

“Let’s get one thing straight, Margaret. I know that I don’t have to. But I want to, okay? I made that decision in a heartbeat. Every kid deserves to have loving parents. Neither of us exactly had that, and I’m not going to let you raise a child on your own because you hooked up with some touron. DNA doesn't mean shit to me, okay?” He told her. “As far as I’m concerned, as far as the town is going to be concerned, as far as our friends are concerned, that's my baby.” She didn’t respond, and glancing down he realized she was asleep.

Macie woke up to the smell of bacon being cooked, making her stomach rumble considering she’d only eaten a couple of cold fries from the Wreck last night when she was closing up with Kie. She wandered into the kitchen to see her best friend making breakfast.

“If you don’t give me coffee I might scream.” She mumbled, sitting on one of the bar stools. JJ chuckled, pouring her a cup and sliding it over to her.

“Aren’t you supposed to like, cut back on your caffeine intake when you’re pregnant?” He asked. “And I forgot to ask if you’re having any morning sickness.”

“Morning sickness, no. Caffeine, yes but you know I get murdery when I don’t have my coffee.” She brought the mug to her lips, not caring how hot the bitter liquid was before she chugged it. “You look so domestic right now. Cooking breakfast for the baby mama.”

“Mamas gotta eat, Mace.” He said. He slid a plate with bacon, eggs and toast in front of her, picking up his own. “If it was up to you, you’d survive off French fries.”

“Oh fries sound so good.” She said, making him laugh. “Listen, I just love fries.”

“Mhm. JB wants to get one more good fishing day in before it’s so cold he can’t. You down to go on the boat?” She nodded in response to his question. “Hey, Mace?”

“JJ?” She raised an eyebrow at him.

“Uh, what do we tell our friends. Like was it just a hookup that ended in you getting pregnant, or like, are we dating?” He asked. “I think everyone thinks we’re dating anyway.”

“I dunno, J,” she told him. “What do you want to tell them?” He didn’t reply for a minute, just silently looking at her. Finally, he sat his plate down and walked around the counter to her, cupping her face with his hands and smashing their lips together. It took Macie a minute to kiss back, but when she did it was with burning passion.

“Does that answer your question?” He asked, pulling away with a smile. She grinned at him with a nod.

“What time are we meeting JB?” She asked. He glanced at the clock.

“About 45 minutes.” He told her. “Why?” She just grinned at him again, connecting their lips once more and pulling him to the bedroom.

Macie swayed a bit as the boat rocked, the water being a little rougher than normal. She felt JJ’s arm snake around her waist to pull her into his lap. His lips came close to her ear as he smiled.

“Hey now, we can’t have you going overboard.” He whispered. “What kind of father would I be if I let you drown.”

Macie rolled her eyes, adjusting herself so she could look at her friends and be involved in the conversation. Subconsciously, she took in the fact that while it looked like he had his arms wrapped around her waist, his right hand rested just below her navel, like he was protecting the tiny thing growing inside her. She leaned her head against him, closing her eyes.

“You guys look cozy.” Kie commented, eyeing her two best friends.

“I agree, very coupley” JB said, glancing over. Macie flipped him her middle finger.

“Fuck off JB.” She mumbled. “I live with him, he’s exhausting. I need a nap and he’s more comfortable than the seats on the boat.”

“Look, I’m just saying. You aren’t good at hiding your feelings, Mace. Just get together already.” JBs voice was almost taunting. Macie heard JJ mumble a ‘fuck it’.

“Already ahead of you JB.” JJ said. With that his lips met Macie’s making her smile. “Been macking on my girl for a couple months now.”

“Gross. Use protection, we don’t need any little JJs running around.” It was Kie who spoke this time. This brought a howling laugh out of both JJ and Macie. Their friends looked at them as if they were crazy.

“I’m sorry, that’s funny.” Macie laughed. “Because it’s too late for that.” JJ sighed with a smile.

“I mean, it’s not technically a little JJ but you guys sure gave her enough hell about how much the guy looked like me that it might as well be.” He said. “In my heart, it is, I guess. Been my baby since the moment she told me. DNA doesn’t change that.”

“Wait, you’re serious? You’re pregnant?” Sarah, who had just been listening to her friends and boyfriend bicker, finally spoke up. Macie nodded with a smile.

“Mhm.” She hummed. “Nine weeks tomorrow. Baby Maybank will be here late spring, early summer. Official due date is June 3rd.”

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“How’s my baby mama feeling this morning?” JJ looked up from his phone as Macie walked out of the bedroom, his t-shirt covering her bump from the late February breeze coming through the balcony windows. “Have I mentioned how pretty you look in my clothes?”

“I feel like a whale. Nothing fits except your shirts.” She said. “And he’s playing soccer in my ribs again.” At nearly seven months pregnant, she was just about over this growing a small human thing.

“Why don’t you and the girls have a girls day. Go to the mainland and get some maternity clothes, get your nails done or whatever you guys do.” He told her. “My treat.”

JJ had learned just after Christmas that his grandfather on his mothers side, who lived across the country, had passed away. Not only that, but as his only living relative, JJ inherited everything he had. Richard, who JJ described as “a cranky old man who wanted nothing to do with him” was a loaded, self made multimillionaire, leaving his only grandchild with more money than he knew what to do with.

Part of it was going towards buying their dream house, but they’d decided to wait until their son was born to start house hunting. JJ had already made a trip to the bank with a copy of the will and a copy of his grandfather’s death certificate and started a savings account for Kai William Maybank.

“Are you sure?” She asked. He nodded, getting up and coming over to press a kiss to her lips then press his lips to the bump. He’d done it every morning since she started showing, it was a habit now.

“Baby, I have 85 million dollars sitting in the bank. What else am I going to do with it? Not looking to go full Kook. Go, take my credit card, have fun with the girls. I don’t care how much money you spend, okay?” He told her. “I have to work today anyway.”

“Okay, I’ll text them. I’m gonna take a shower.” She told him, pulling him up to kiss him. “Have a good day at work.”

It was nearly noon when the bell above the door to the surf shop rang and JJ stuck his head out of the office. He thought he recognized the woman walking in, but wasn’t 100% sure. Still, he walked out to the front counter

“Morning ma’am, how can I help you?” His customer service voice still surprised him, but he ignored it.

“Well actually, I’m looking for my grandson. He’s about your age, normally has a shaggy haircut, last time I saw him he was wearing a cutoff coors lite t-shirt.” She said. It hit him then, this woman was his grandmother. The only relative besides his cousin Ricky who’d ever actually shown care to him. His dad’s mother, she was living in Maryland the last time he’d spoken to her over the phone at Christmas.

“Nana” he breathed out a laugh. Walking around the counter to hug her. “What are you doing in the outer banks?”

“Oh, visiting my sister. I had breakfast with her and Ricky. Ricky told me you owned the surf shop now and I had to come see for myself.” She told him. “I also heard that you’re going to be a father, I’m saddened you didn’t tell me yourself.”

“Yeah, in June. A little boy.” He said. “Honestly? Was really hoping for a girl, but there’s a fifty-fifty chance there. Already love him more than anything.” He wasn’t lying, either. While JJ had expressed the desire for a girl, he was so excited about a boy. He was already so in love with his son, he’d completely forgotten about the true paternity of the boy Macie was carrying. In his heart and mind, Kai was his.

“Have you talked to your dad recently?” She asked. He frowned, shaking his head.

“Nope. As far as I know he’s still in Mexico. Better off without him, I know he’s your son, Nana, but he treated me like shit.” He said. “Half expecting him to come crawling back as soon as he gets wind that I have money.”

“I heard a little about that. Being responsible with it?” She half joked, giving him a smile. He gave her a smile and a nod.

“Gonna use part of it to buy a house, but I know that’s going to be like pocket change. Put a million in a savings fund for Kai, that’s what we’re naming the baby. He’ll be able to go to college wherever he wants. Macie and I are just kind of sitting on it. You can take the Pogue out of the Cut but you can’t take the Cut out of the Pogue.” He said. “Plus, I enjoy working, so I wanna instill that work ethic in my boy.”

“Macie is your girlfriend, right? When did that happen. I remember you running around with her when you were young” she questioned.

“Seven months ago. Uh, the night Kai was conceived. Drunken confessions led to something more.” He felt bad lying to his grandma, but knew she wouldn’t really understand. “Come over for dinner tonight, you can meet her properly.”

“I’d love to JJ, how about 6:30?” She said. He agreed, and watched his grandmother walk back out into the February air.

Macie was already home when JJ returned at 4:30, cuddled on the couch with a blanket and her beloved cat, Sprinkles, in her lap. He was carrying grocery bags, walking right past her to set them in the kitchen.

“Did you have fun today?” He asked as started putting things away.

“Yeah. Got some clothes, went to lunch. Why the sudden grocery shopping?” She said, turning to look at him.

“Nana is in town, she’s coming over for dinner.” He stated. “So if you want to change. and I will allow that monster in the bedroom tonight only. She’ll be here probably about six.”

“Sprinkles is a precious baby.” She said, scratching the calico’s chin.

“She hisses at me every time I look at her.” He deadpanned.

“Well, have you tried being nice to her?” She asked. JJ narrowed his eyes at her, a smile playing on his lips to show he was messing around.

“I have been nothing but nice to her since you brought her here. I could have said no, she’d have to stay a spoiled figure eight house cat then.” He said. “Can’t believe I agreed to tack on $40 a month for you to bring her here.”

“Hey, at least my mom mellowed out.” She said. “She went with us today. It was nice.” The thought made JJ happy.

While Joanna, Macie’s mom, had been really angry when she found out about their son, she’d come around. Especially after they’d explained the whole situation to her, her commending JJ for stepping up and raising a kid that wasn’t his. JJ had made it very clear that that was the last time the baby would be referred to as “not his” because he was already in it for the long run, it was his kid despite dna. Macie had told her mom that the man who donated the sperm could have been JJ’s identical twin, so it would be hard for them to convince everyone it was his. Basically, if Steven, her stepdad, could come into her life at 15, and treat and love her like his own, then JJ could do it from the beginning with no problem.

When JJ’s grandmother arrived, they were both in the kitchen working on dinner, making goulash and laughing. Dinner went smoothly, Macie and JJs grandmother sharing stories of the blonde man when he was younger, making him turn red in embarrassment.

When they were laying in bed that night, JJ running his fingers over the bump in a soothing pattern, she could tell something was on his mind. At dinner, he found out that he had a brother 11 months younger than him that his parents had put up for adoption because they could barely afford him at the time. He’d been adopted by regular, seasonal tourons.

“What’s on your mind?” She asked. He sighed looking at her with a soft smile.

“Just, do you think that touron, the one that gave us Kai, could’ve actually been my brother?” He asked.

“I dunno J, maybe. There’s one way to find out. We can get a paternity test done when he’s born. If you share 25% of dna, then you’re biologically his uncle.” She said. “Legally you’re his dad. You’ve been his dad since the moment you found out about him. Regardless of if that touron shows back up in the summer. And if I’m honest, I silently hope he comes out looking like you.” She pressed her lips to his.

“I love you, you know.” He told her

“I love you too.” She laid her head on his chest with a smile.

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JJ sat in the uncomfortable hospital chair staring at the bundle of blankets in his arms in awe. After nearly 36 hours of labor that ended with an emergency c section, he was holding his son in his arms. Kai William Maybank had arrived screaming at 6:42am on May 19, a whole two weeks early, and weighing in at a whopping seven pounds even. He was all of four hours old and JJ was getting bonding time with him while Macie took a much deserved nap.

He took in every feature of the tiny boy in his arms. The more he looked at him, the more he knew there was some sort of biological connection. Kai definitely had the Maybank nose and ears. Something he’d inherited from his own dad. It didn’t matter though, because this was his son. There was a knock on the door, making him look up. He was shocked at who he saw in the doorway, actually smiling at him for the first time he could ever remember.

He knew his dad was back in town, he’d seen him around but Luke had respected JJs desire to keep distance between them. He was working a steady job at the gas station, he looked good. He looked like a completely different person and JJ couldn’t help but wonder if the woman he’d brought back with him had something to do with that. But now, Luke Maybank stood in the doorway, watching his son hold his own son with a smile on his face, holding a bouquet of flowers.

“Dad.” JJs own voice shocked him. Luke didn’t move, staying in his place in the doorway.

“I-uh, I’m not going to stay. I ran into your friend, uh, John B as I was getting off work. Said he was going home to shower and eat then he was going to pick up Sarah and come to the hospital to see you. Then he told me you became a dad this morning.” Luke’s voice was soft. “Uh, the flowers are for Macie. Rosa’s idea.”

“You can come in.” JJ told him. “You look good, Dad. Happy, healthy.”

“I am. I really am. I know I can’t apologize for the way I treated you in the past, J, but I can work harder to build something from here on. Haven’t had a drop of alcohol in three years, drugs either. Moving away from the outer banks saved me from myself, it saved you from me.” He said. “You look happy, too.”

“Happier than I’ve been for a long time.” JJ confirmed. “Please come in and sit down. Hold your grandson.”

JJ wasn’t expecting to see his dad cry when he placed the newborn in his arms. Hell, the last time he’d seen him cry was when he was six years old and his mom died. He placed a hand on his dad's shoulder as if supportively.

“I’m sorry. It’s just, he’s not much bigger than you were. And I haven’t held a newborn since.” Luke trailed off. JJ let out a soft sigh.

“2004. July of 2004.” JJ finished for him. “I know. We found each other through one of those DNA kits. Ancestry or whatever. We’ve talked a few times over text. His name is Drew, well Andrew but he goes by Drew. He’s coming this summer to visit, meet his nephew.”

“We, I should have told you when you were old enough to understand.” Luke told him.

“Nothing to explain, Dad. I get it. Two under two? With what little we had? There was no way you could have done it. You made the choice you guys thought was best. He said he had a very happy childhood and his mother actually pushed him to seek out his biological family. They never hid that he was adopted.” JJ told him. “Proves to me blood doesn’t make a family.” He glanced down at the newborn knowingly.

“I want to be in his life, the baby’s, at whatever you want. You decide, J. I just wanna prove that I’ve changed.” Luke was still in tears.

“How about we start with me properly meeting my stepmom, huh? After we’re home and settled you guys come over for dinner.” JJ smiled. “Then we go from there.”

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“Papaw! Gigi” Kai Maybank’s footsteps echoed through the kitchen and living area of the house as he ran towards the door, signaling to the blonde man making lunch that his father and stepmother had arrived. At nearly three years old, Kai was the spitting image of the blonde man at his age, and in preparation for his first day of the preschool summer program, they’d gone shopping the other day which resulted in a pair of light up shoes that Kai pretty much hadn’t taken off, much to his mother’s dismay. JJ just didn’t have the heart to make him take them off, which just made his footsteps echo more. He heard his dad say something to the boy as he turned to his wife with a smile.

Macie was holding back a laugh as the blonde grinned at her. She came over to wrap her arms around him, finally giving in to her laughter when he kissed her head.

“Tell me why I let you put more of those in me again?” She asked. It was his turn to laugh as he shrugged at her.

“Because he’s cute. We make cute babies and I want a house full of them.” He said, then moving so his lips were next to her ear, he whispered “and because you begged me not pull out when we realized you were at peak fertility for the month. So really, the twins are on you, Margaret.”

When Kai was just over a year old, JJ had started noticing that the toddler’s mannerisms matched ones that he had as a child, and came to the realization that he had the same birthmark on the back of his arm that both JJ and Luke had. He’d brought it up to Macie, just really curious if there was any biological possibility that the touron has been his brother, who didn’t remember much from his teenage visits because he spent most of it drunk with his friends. Drew had agreed to take the paternity test, but when it came back they were shocked at the results. Drew only shared 25% DNA with Kai. That meant, either they had another long lost brother, which Luke shut down immediately, or JJ was Kai’s biological father.

“The first time we hooked up was the morning we told everyone you were pregnant. I don’t understand.” JJ was confused. They were sat around a bonfire at John B’s house, her cuddled up beside him. Luke and Rosa had Kai for the night, since JJ’s step sisters were visiting for the summer and they wanted to see him. They were 15 and 13 so not quite old enough to hang out around town, although they’d made friends already.

“Do you guys seriously not remember?” John B spoke up. “You were really drunk that night.”

“What are you talking about, JB?” She asked.

“Mace, who the fuck do you think gave you strep throat?” He raised an eyebrow at her. “JJ had it the week before you.”

“Oh my god, he’s right.” JJ almost gasped. “I felt like shit but we still went to that kegger at the boneyard.”

“Yeah, where you two practically shared a whole bottle of rum and then some.” JB confirmed. “Then you guys disappeared for like an hour, we couldn’t find you. You both came back out of breath and with just had sex eyes. You couldn’t leave each other alone the rest of the night. Kie and I had to physically separate you when we were leaving.”

“Oh my god we got black out drunk and hooked up and our son came from that.” Macie could feel her cheeks burning.

“Well” JJ pressed a kiss to her head. “If you ask me, he’s the best thing that could come from that. I know he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me”

“Says the richest one in the group.” John B laughs. “Or did you just forget you’re a multimillionaire?”

“Can’t take the Pogue out of me, JB. Don’t need money to be happy. If we were living on what we made from the surf shop, we’d still be living comfortably.” JJ said. “This is the happiest I’ve ever been.”

Luke Maybank rounded the corner with his grandson in his arms, smiling at the couple who stood in the kitchen.

“What are the lovebirds giggling about.” He asked. JJ straightened up, looking at his wife curiously.

“Oh, JJ told me a joke.” She said. “It was not appropriate for little ears.” JJ snickered, continuing to form the hamburger patties he would be taking out to the grill shortly. Both of his step sisters had joined them now, offering to take Kai outside to play.

“Before you do that. Dad, Rosa, did you guys read his shirt?” JJ asked. It was then that Luke Maybank’s eye met the preschoolers shirt, which had big brother printed in bold font on it.

“Wait, seriously?” Luke asked. JJ nodded with a grin.

“Maybank twins, coming in November.” He said. Luke came around the kitchen counter to hug him tightly, something that even three years later, JJ wasn’t used to but didn’t reject.

And as he stood in his kitchen, hugging his dad, he realized. He had the girl. He had an amazing son, was going to be a dad again in the fall, and he was happy.

The happiest he’d ever been.

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Pt. 1 A Visitor... Once Again Kirishima x Goddess!reader

hello hello, this is my contribution to this months bnharem collab! The theme was ‘mythology and lore’ and hit very close to my ancient greek loving soul. We have so many wonderful writers and artists that have worked hard so pls check out the rest of the collab here!!!

I’ve been rather ill and so I’ll be breaking it up into parts, part 2 will be out as soon as I am feeling more myself (which will hopefully be next week). Please enjoy a story about 2 of my favourite characters. Kirishima Eijirou, as his hero self (tho with a demi-god twist) and reader! as Kalypso, the goddess, daughter of Atlas, the titan who holds up the sky. Her curse is that she is forced to live alone on an island and fall in love with any visitor who falls to her shores. Once she falls for them, she is forced to ask if they would like to stay and she may grant them immortality if they say yes, and if not? They may leave. They have no way of leaving the island until she falls in love. She is a kind and wonderful character and I have a lot of love for her, (perhaps I relate to her a bit too much) so it is an honor to tell a new version of her story.

This is set in present day even tho Kalypso is an ancient greek figure, Kirishima is about 25-28 here? Pro hero Kiri!

TW: a small sex scene in the beginning, little bit of dirty talk, penetration

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“Fuck, thats it baby, feel it going all the way inside? Feels good right?” You moan into his neck, “s-so good.” He starts to thrust in and out slowly. Your nails dig into the muscles of his back… his… names and faces are unimportant blurs as he continues to thrust inside. Each drag of his cock hits each sweet spot and taps against your cervix. “Fuck~ you feel so fucking good darling, so-fucking-good, perfect, fucking perfect… yeah that's it clamp down on my cock, massage it with that perfect pussy.” His hand slips between your sweat soaked bodies and rubs quick circles over your clit. “Gonna cum for me baby? I can feel it, you’re about to gush~” You cry into his neck, soft tears of ecstasy hitting his skin. You’re close, so very close-

“Hello? Hey!!! Is anyone home?? Hello?”

You open your eyes and the man above you, the cock inside you, all falls away. It had all been a dream… a delicious, wonderful dream. A dream that had been ruined by an incurable racket. You stare groggily at the ceiling. The ache in your core of having been so close to cumming now boils into a rage. “Hello?!?! Is someone here? Hello??” Your brow crinkled in confusion as to who the rasping voice belonged to. You check to see if you had somehow managed to flip the tv on but the screen was dark. “Does anyone live here?” It dawned on you then… It’s a visitor.

You check the clock that blinks 5:37AM. You groan into a pillow and kick your legs in an attempt to relieve the ache. Your bare thighs are covered in your arousal, which has turned into your frustration. You stay lying still in hopes that he will go away, leave you alone, never return. “HELLO????!?!” But he had to stop screaming and it didn’t seem like he was going to until he came into contact with someone… You knew the nature of the curse well enough at this point but you would try to rebel as long as you could…

You flip the covers off of your body and slowly walk to grab a robe to cover yourself with. You stare at your reflection in the full length mirror while you finish tying the robe. “We got this,” you point to yourself, “no falling in love this time, no falling in love no matter what, ever again, you hear me?” You nod back to yourself. “Pinkie swear.” You touch pinkies with the mirror and laugh coldly. “No more foolish love,” you sarcastically remark before opening the french doors and stepping onto the balcony.

You stare down at the man who had been shouting for so long and your heart drops. He’s beautiful, red hair hanging in his face, still wet with the sea. His body must have been designed by the muses and chiseled by delicate hands. It’s clear even through his clothes. Son of Ares? Or even Zeus perhaps? He is interesting, never had you seen a demigod with such clear physical strength and kind eyes. The combination was rare. He gives you a grin which then fades to surprise. “Oh- I am so sorry, my manners,” he laughs nervously before slowly kneeling on the ground. “Great Goddess, I humble myself now in front of your grace and all encapsulating beauty…” You roll your eyes hoping he will take the hint and shut up. It wasn’t any different from the men before him… It was the same shit as always, though you were disappointed, this one seemed different upon first glance. “...your magnificence is profound, you are both elegant and ethereal in your just standing there-” you cut him off before he can continue the asinine speech. “Ya done?” you ask bluntly.

His eyes grow wide and he softly utters a “what?” You roll your eyes and lean on the gold railing. “Dude, it’s 5am, you’re yelling and ranting, can ya just get to the point?” He remains on his knees in a bow. His pitch varies with confusion as he speaks. “My ship, uhh I crashed it on your shore, and I was hoping that you could umm, maybe assist me in getting home? I-” he hangs his head for a moment, perhaps in exhaustion before continuing. “I have no GPS, no compass, not even a map… if I could do it without bothering you, I would, nothing you for help isn’t very manly... but please Goddess, please help me get home.” You sigh, century after century of the same request has really weakened your patience, though he had asked nicer than most. “You’re stuck here for the foreseeable future,” you smile slightly. You wait for the look of annoyance, frustration, fear… but it never comes. In fact he gives a slight half smile as he stands. “Well, nothing we can do?” he asks. “‘Fraid not,” you sigh. He starts to say something else but he winces. “Are you okay?” you ask, genuine concern bleeding through the nonchalant tone you had been practicing the past milenia. He nods and grabs hold of his side. “I got a little beat up, but don’t worry goddess, ‘tis but a flesh wound,” he tips his head down. As he raises his head he looks deathly pale. “Hey sit down okay?” you call down to him, but it’s too late. His eyes roll back and he collapses. “Shit-” you mutter to yourself as you run down to him.

He lays there in a crumpled heap, his breathing shallow. “Wish you’d said you were hurt first dummy,” you grumble before assessing the situation. You need to get him to the herbs and the back porch. This wouldn't be easy, he’s big, huge really. But he collapsed on his side which makes things easier. You hook an arm around one of his and the other around a leg. It takes a lot and it's a staring but you manage to lift him on your shoulders. If your father can hold up the sky, you can surely carry this brick house of a man back to the bed on the porch.

You step into the house while fireman carrying him to the screened-in porch to lay him down on the daybed. You place him carefully in the soft, green covers and he whines softly. “You’re gonna be just fine,” you reassure gently. Your back porch was reserved for growing herbs, arts and crafts, summer sleep, and it occasionally became a makeshift infirmary when visitors came to you injured and in need of patching up. It happened once every few centuries…

You grabbed some fabric scissors and cut away his shirt to reveal what had been ailing him. You hoped for a broken rib, those were easy to heal with a careful dose of leaf from the widows bone flower and some angel root. But what lay beneath was worse than imagined. A deep gash in his side had tried to close over and heal but it’s irritated, angry. The wound is oozing a sickly yellow pus and iridescent ichor. The skin around it is red with infection. This is one of the worst you’d been brought with. You touch his head, it’s hot and sticky with sweat. This wasn’t good. “Wait here, okay?” You grab a clump of angel root and take it back inside to the kitchen, setting it in a pot of water to boil. You grab a cloth and wet it under the sink in cold water.

You place it on his forehead and sit on the bed beside him. His face was relaxed and he was even more beautiful now. You brush the hair from his eyes and smile down at him, there was something familiar about him… like you’d met before. Though no one could return to Ogygia.

You lean down to where you can speak over his heart in a language that cannot be written or replicated... But the meaning of the words would go something like:

You are healing

You are youthful and strong

Your heart knows how to heal because it is made of love

Pure love can heal anything

You are healing now

You repeat this chant until you hear his breath deepen and watch the cut sooth. It’s a small enchantment but it has done its job. Sure, you’re no Circe, or her brethren, but you’re an enchantress all the same.

You rush back inside and grab the angel root, that's now wet and flexible from being submerged in water. You lay it across his wound before wrapping it carefully. “There now, wait here and I’m going to get you some nectar to drink,” He doesn't respond but his face is relaxed, less anguished, less in pain. You sigh in relief, hopefully that will be enough to close the wound in a day or so, else he will need to be stitched up.

You return with a small bottle of nectar and a dropper to feed him with. You coax his jaw to relax with your hand before dropping the nectar slowly onto his tongue. “You heroes are an awful lot of trouble… you know that?” You continue to feed him slowly so he won’t choke. You sigh in relief as the colour returns back to his face. He’s so beautiful he’s almost glowing, you start to reach for him, to brush the hair from his eyes but you stop yourself and turn away. “No, no love this time, remember?” you say to your reflection in the glass of the windows.

His eyes flutter open with long slow blinks. You watch as they focus on you. He blinks again. “Elyssium,” he breathes and you can’t help but chuckle. “No, Ogygia,” you correct gently. “I’m Eijirou,” he smiles. You laugh again. “No no, this island, where you are is called Ogygia, you aren’t dead,” you assure. He blinks up at you still and you curse the gods for creating him to be so breathtaking. “And what are you called?” he asks. He attempts to sit up but finds it difficult. You place your hand on his head, it’s warm and you can feel his brow relax against your palm. “You’re much better now, but just take your time…” His hands touch his torso and then move to his head. “You healed me?” You nod, “I’ll have to sew this one the rest of the way, it was quite deep.” He circles his hand around your arm, his thumb stroking soft circles. “Thank you, goddess,” he murmurs. You pull away, his touch sending lightning down into your fingertips. You don't remember the last time you had a visitor on this island of yours… but none of the previous visitors seemed to matter anymore, even though each one had stolen your heart some way or another. But no- no love, not this time, not now, not again… It hurt, but you suppressed the feelings of desire and brushed your hands down the front of your robe. “It’s nothing, but for the love of the lethe, stop calling me goddess. Kalypso is fine, just Kalypso.”

He grabs your hand as you turn to leave, “thank you... Kalypso, thank you for saving my life.” In all the years you had been saddled with this curse, it was rare for the visitor to say your name... and none of them, had said your name quite like that.

You pull your hand from his grasp and make sure not to look back, even though you want to. “You’re welcome,” you answer simply, “I’ll uhh- get you some water.”

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part one | calmness

calmness [noun. the state or quality of being free from agitation or strong emotion]

pairing: kamo choso/f!reader

summary: falling in love with choso was a gradual and slow process, creeping up on you so inconspicuously that you don’t realize until the feelings hit full force. he’s become a constant in your life, your sun, your home. but does he return the feelings?

wordcount: 8k

content/warnings: roommates au, friends to lovers, fluff, slice of life, mentions of alcohol, language, some pining but not really, the amount of oblivious reader and choso will kill you, slow burn, characters are aged up if not already obvious, lowercase intended, [UNEDITED]

a/n: [hello this is a re-post because my blog was banned for a few days! so if you’ve seen it before, i’ve had to delete it i am so sorry if you’ve saved it. but it’s here to stay now!] here it is, the long awaited roommate!choso series wehfuhuehw if you’ve lurked around on my blog before, you would’ve seen the little drabbles i’ve sent suki a while back. this idea has been floating around in my head for so long and there isn’t really a lot of plot to it, it’s really just a really long slice of life thing. wanted to explore falling in love with choso, i just... love him a lot ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ i’ve spent a lot of time thinking about how he would be in situations like this and i hope you enjoy!

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you were pretty sure that you’d scared all the costumers away with your constant sighing – even yuuji was looking at you concerned now although you’d told him that you were fine hours prior. the entire apartment hunting issue was now getting to you; a few months prior, your landlord had announced that he would be selling the apartment, leaving you with no other option than to find a new apartment. but rent was astronomically high and you were already struggling as is. even finding roommates was proven to be a difficult feat, you weren’t sure why but you kept attracting weird people and now two weeks before the moving out date, you still didn’t have a place to stay. worst case scenario, you’d have to rent a storage space and crash at your friend’s place.

“y/n, are you okay? you look… very stressed,” yuuji asked gingerly, after he’d closed the store and helped you clean up the cash register area. “uh if it helps, you can vent to me! we’re friends right? so what’s bothering you?”

you were hesitant. sure, despite not knowing him so well since he’s only been working at the store for a month or two now, you would consider the two of you friends. but you felt bad just dumping the entirety of your worries onto him. so you opted to tell him the… short truth.

“ah it’s just- i’ve been looking for a place to stay because, essentially, i’m getting kicked out of my place but it’s been pretty unsuccessful,” you sighed, scrubbing at the counter more vigorously now. “i need to move out in two weeks but i haven’t found a place yet and the people looking for roommates just seem to be people who would drive me insane.”

“oh really?” yuuji sounded hopeful- wait, why did he sound hopeful? “my older brother is looking for a new roommate! his former roommate recently moved in with his boyfriend so the room is vacant right now. if you want, i could arrange a date for you to look at the apartment and meet him? i promise my brother isn’t weird or anything, he’s pretty diligent with chores and is always up to hang out.”

your jaw dropped; yuuji was your lifesaver. he was incredibly friendly and polite, always helping others and looking out for everyone. you were overwhelmed with joy and relief, maybe you were naïve and too hast in trusting his words but his brother had to be similar to him, you couldn’t imagine them being polar opposites. it couldn’t be that bad and at this point, you were desperate. “i would love that! when are you guys free?”

“ah we could actually head over to his place after clocking out,” yuuji put the boxes and pens back into place before ushering you to the staff room and turning the lights off. “he’s been home quite early lately, so i can just let him now right now if you’re free?”

you nodded in agreement, almost too eagerly, as you threw your jacket on and grabbed your bag, waiting for yuuji outside of the store. it was already dark outside and you almost felt bad for taking up his time like this but he had offered after all. yuuji was furiously texting as he stepped out of the building, screen lighting up his face in a comical way. in the dim light of the street lamps, you clumsily fumbled with the keys before finally being able to lock the door.

“you’re in luck, he’s home right now!” yuuji announced, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his red sweater. “said it’s okay if we drop by real quick.”

you hummed in thought, matching yuuji’s pace as you walked across the street. “does he live far away from here?”

“nope, it’s basically around the corner.”

thankfully, the apartment was within walking distance so you had a slow stroll while talking about work, friends and uni. although you shared the same friend circle, it was almost impossible to have both of you in the same room – yuuji was often busy with club activities while you were constantly studying or working. it wasn’t until he started working at the store that you finally got to know each other, immediately getting along much to your friends’ relief. he had never talked about his older brother before so you were surprised that he had siblings at all. but he sounded genuine when he said that his brother was cool so you didn’t think much of it.

“okay so this is the place,” yuuji stopped in front of a building, pressing the doorbell. “please don’t be too intimidated when you meet choso, he looks unfriendly and unamused sometimes but that’s just his face.”

turning around, you took a closer look at your surroundings. it was an apartment building that looked rather cozy, surrounded by tall, expanding trees. to your relief, it wasn’t a sketchy neighbourhood - you’d always felt wary about walking home by yourself after a late shift. in the distance, you could see a playground and screaming, laughing children. it was harmonious and peaceful, easing your soul and initial doubts.

“oh okay,” you bit your lip in nervousness as the buzzer went off, following yuuji into the building. the closer you got to the apartment, the squirmier you got, anxious about meeting his older brother. the door was already left ajar so you could enter, the smell of food wafting out of the apartment to the hallway. you peeked inside before entering, immediately feeling more at ease upon seeing that the apartment was organized and clean. coats and jackets hung up on the coatrack, shoes lined up neatly along the wall. several photos were stuck to the wall - one of a younger chubby-cheeked yuuji, one of what looked like a garden party, another one of a happily smiling group of people. your heart was warming up; yuuji’s brother seemed like a rather attentive person who appreciated his surroundings and close friends and family.

“choso! did you make dinner for me?” yuuji called out as he kicked off his shoes and stormed inside before you could stop him, leaving you to your own devices as you awkwardly stood in the hallway of the apartment after closing the door. you took your shoes off slowly, stalling as much time as possible. should you just wait for yuuji to come back? or should you come in and greet them with the same energy that yuuji just exuded? but then his brother might think that you were weird and reject you straight away. you froze when a deeper voice rang out.

“didn’t you say you’d bring a friend? where are they?”

you hastily took off your shoes and tiptoed deeper into the apartment, hiding behind yuuji as you looked at the taller man in front of him. his brother looked at you curiously, placing the cooking utensils he was holding onto the counter. so yuuji and him did look like polar opposites. yuuji, for the lack of better terms, looked like a soft peach while the man in front of you had tied his dark, long hair in twin tails and was sporting a huge white shirt with sweatpants but perhaps the most striking thing about him was the face tattoo. you hadn’t expected that at all. he spiked your interest, you couldn’t deny that he was attractive. you had to snap out of it, this was your potential future roommate and you did not need to have any further thoughts. not of that kind.

“hi,” you greeted quietly and held your hand out for him to shake. “i’m y/n, nice to meet you.”

“choso.” he shook your hand, giving you an approving nod.

maybe you stared at his hand a little too obviously, admiring his long fingers, his nicely shaped fingernails and the veins on his hand. yuuji cleared his voice, slightly elbowing you in the side. you gasped in embarrassment, jerking your hand from his and hiding it behind your back. choso didn’t seem like he had caught onto your staring. and if he did, he had enough mercy to not bring it up.

“let me show you your room first,” choso explained unfazed, patiently waiting until you followed him. he walked across the living room, pointing to the side. while yes, he was attractive and seemed to be an enjoyable person to be around with, you couldn’t shake the wariness in your bones. choso switched on the lights, letting you step into the room first. it was empty for the most part, aside from a few boxes that were neatly stacked and placed in the corner. the room had a comfortable size, big enough to fit everything that you owned but not too big so that you’d feel uncomfortable with the empty spaces.

“sorry about the boxes,” choso apologized, turning to you. “i’ve been storing some of the stuff from our studio here, since i sometimes work from home and it was more convenient to have it here instead of my room.”

“i see…” you nodded, trying your best not to peek at the contents of the box. “if you don’t mind me asking, what do you work as?”

“some of my friends and me, we’ve opened a tattoo and piercing studio earlier this year. i only do tattoos though, some of the others do piercings additionally,” he explained to you, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. your mouth fell open, making you look like a fish. you couldn’t hide your excitement, eyes gleaming like you’d just discovered the biggest treasure you’ve ever seen.

“really? that’s so cool! yuuji never told me you were a tattooist, i would love to see your works someday,” you grinned from ear to ear while choso looked away from you, not being able to handle the praise. although he appreciated the sentiment, he didn’t know how to respond to compliments - the feeling was foreign to him.

"yeah, sure," choso replied with a strained voice. in the dim light, no one would be able to make out how the tips of his ears reddened and choso was thankful for that. he cleared his voice, slowly trudging outside of the room to show you the rest of his apartment.

when yuuji had mentioned that he’d found a potential roommate for choso, he didn’t tell anything else. choso didn’t expect it to be yuuji’s co-worker, much less someone whose energy was so bright and happy unlike his gloomy self. he briefly wondered whether you were okay with living here - even if you were desperate to find an apartment, surely you'd at least want someone who was… more open and less intimidating than him.

you trailed behind his broad frame, carefully taking in the entirety of the apartment. it seemed like there was nothing to worry about. even though you've only known him for a few minutes, you felt at ease with him and that gave you a better feeling about moving in with him. yuuji was innocently sitting on the couch, spooning the soup choso had prepared earlier while watching tv. his eyes followed the pair, relieved that there was less awkwardness than he anticipated but slightly suspicious because… there was something.

as choso showed you the rest of the apartment - kitchen, living room and bathroom - he comprehensively explained expenses and house rules to you. there weren't many rules to begin with; choso simply disliked clutter and expected everything to be put back to its original place after use, being noisy was a no-go as well. everything in between was negotiable. by the end of the apartment tour, you joined yuuji in the living room. he shot you a questioning look, raising his eyebrow in curiosity. you were certain that you'd take the offer. there was no way this opportunity would go to waste.

"thank you for showing me around, choso," you smiled at him gratefully. "if you're okay with me moving in, i'd love to become your roommate. i think we'll get along well."

the last box was haphazardly tossed in the corner of your room, earning you a disapproving glare from choso. exhausted, you flopped on the bed and spread across it like a starfish. choso placed the remaining boxes on the floor. moving day was, despite choso coming to your rescue, utterly chaotic and tiring. your muscles were aching from overexertion and there was no remaining energy or nerve for you to attend to unpacking. you felt like a jellylike mass.

"i'll cook something for us. do you have any preferences or dislikes?"

you lifted your head slightly to peek at choso who was standing in the doorway, on his way out. “you’ll cook for me? what are you, an angel?”

choso didn’t reply, simply stared at you. he was used to such antics - it reminded him of his childhood when he was still living with yuuji and taking care of him. lethargically, you shook your head and planted your face back in the pillow. "no, i'm okay with anything. will inhale anything as long as it's edible," though your voice was muffled, choso understood you nonetheless. he made a confused, albeit affirmative noise before disappearing. a long exhale left your lips. truthfully, you were lucky to have an amazing roommate like choso. even though you didn't know each other well and he wasn't very talkative, he was very much willing to help. with time, you were sure he would warm up to you and become great friends. your eyes were slowly drooping, the exhaustion settling in your bones. within minutes, you dozed off into a deep, comfortable slumber. you didn't wake until a knock roused you out of your sleep, startling you in the process.

"huh? yeah?" you scrambled hastily, trying to fix the bird's nest that was your hair. choso did not need to see you in this state - delirious from being woken up from your deep slumber, feeling as if you'd woken up in a new century and with imprints of your pillows and blanket on your skin. before you could make yourself presentable, choso had already opened the door and stared at you unabashedly.

you blinked dumbfounded, staring back at him.

“food’s ready. you coming?” choso gave you a questioning look, waiting for a reaction. so apparently, he did not care what you looked like after waking up. he didn’t even bat an eyelid at your messy state, unfazed by it.

“uh yeah, give me a minute,” you replied after a few moments passed, sitting up tiredly. choso nodded before closing the door behind him as he returned to the kitchen. grabbing yourself a fluffy blanket, you wrapped it around yourself and waddled outside. whatever he had prepared, it smelled divine. you hummed in content as you took a seat at the dining table. the table was already set, dishes still steaming and looking so inviting that you had to stop yourself from drooling. choso padded to the table, placing some drinks on the table before taking a seat as well. as he described the dishes he'd cooked for the two of you, you inconspicuously looked him up and down. this time, without yuuji catching wind of it.

you knew choso was tall and very broad but you only realized the full extent of it seeing how the chair seemed tiny in comparison to his frame. his hair was down for a change, falling just above his shoulders. as usual, he was wearing comfortable clothes; a big shirt, big enough that you could admire his arm muscles and hands every time the sleeves moved. not only was he attractive, he was incredibly attentive and helpful as well, not expecting anything in return.

"thank you for cooking, i really appreciate it. looks really good," you complimented choso, taking a bite from the dish. you hummed delighted, wiggling in your seat happily. "oh my god, this is so delicious! where did you learn cooking like this?"

"i used to cook for yuuji and myself a lot."

"i wanna return the favour too but now i kind of feel inadequate," you joked lightly, smiling at him sheepishly. while you weren't the worst cook, you weren't outstandingly great either. choso however, was probably the best cook you knew.

"i don't mind. as long as you do your best, it's the thought that counts."

you nodded in agreement, taking a sip from your drink. silence fell over you; a comfortable silence however, both of you just enjoying the food. you supposed it wasn't too bad if you took your time getting to know each other - after all, choso seemed like someone who would quickly recoil if cornered. it wasn't too much of a concern.

after finishing the meal, you helped him clean up and wash the dishes. nudging him gently, you asked: "do you want to watch some movies after? yuuji recommended me a few that i have yet to check out."

choso took the plates, drying them with the towel before placing them back to their designated spots. "sure, you're responsible for the movie selection then."

spending time with choso was easy, almost too easy. you were glad that the two of you were off to a good start, he didn't seem to mind your company and you enjoyed his. cheerfully, you put the movie on, snuggling the blanket that was wrapped around you. the way you were laying on the couch was reminding choso of a little burrito. unbeknownst to him, the corner of his lips lifted a little at the sight. he waited until you noticed him and shuffled a little so he could sit on the couch as well. the movie you had chosen was a lighthearted comedy, one that yuuji had highly praised and recommended you watch first.

midway through the movies, the exhaustion was creeping up on you, making you feel heavy and sleepy until you slumped against choso's side. he glanced to the side, observing you to see whether you would wake up. soft and steady breaths left your lips, already asleep within seconds. choso pondered whether to wake you now, worrying that you would miss out on the movie that you were so eager to watch. you looked so peaceful that he felt bad, deciding to wake you once the movie was over. but even choso couldn't shake the tiredness, gradually slumping against you until sleep overtook him as well.

as the sun was rising, light was flooding the apartment, filling it with warmth. you scrunched your eyebrows at the brightness, attempting to move so it wouldn't blind you. the first thing you noticed was your strained neck - probably because of the weird position you had slept in - and the second thing was that something heavy was laying on your lap. blinking in confusion, you peeked, groaning inwardly at the blinding light. black hair was splayed across your lap, connecting to… choso? oh no. oh no. you must've fallen asleep while watching the movie and judging how choso was comfortably using your lap as a pillow, he did as well. embarrassment spread throughout your body; this wasn't supposed to happen, much less with someone you didn't know so well.

now that you were unintentionally watching him, you felt creepy. the situation was too perplexing to you - should you wake him now? or just wait… until he woke up? but what if you had to pee. what if choso wasn’t going to wake up until a few hours later? what if he woke up and saw you staring at him like a creep? though you did think he looked vulnerable and peaceful in this state, unusual from his intimidating, unwavering self. it made your heart tingle with an unknown feeling, softly bubbling with curiosity.

beneath you, choso was moving slightly, shuffling around until he felt comfortable. you stayed still, tensely watching his next movements. he remained still for a while, making you exhale in relief. until he didn’t. choso blinked a few times, trying to make sense of his surroundings until his gaze fell onto yours. and you stared back, frozen in fear. even if he was the one laying on your lap, you felt anxious.

“uh i… we must’ve fallen asleep last night, ha ha…”

“you fell asleep early on and i was going to wake you after the movie ended but fell asleep myself, i’m sorry for making you feel uncomfortable,” choso apologized sincerely and sat up right away, rubbing his eyes sleepily. even though he looked rather deadpan, there was a trace of embarrassment on his face.

“oh no, it’s okay! we both fell asleep after all… ah, since we’re roommates, we’re sort of friends now, right? so don’t mind it too much, it happens!” you gave choso a reassuring smile, showing him that there was no bad blood between you.

choso nodded slowly. “i guess so. i’m glad you don’t mind. "

an awkward pause.

"do you have classes anytime soon? i can make breakfast for us.”

and just like that, the tension between you was alleviated. not completely gone, but barely noticeable. choso stretched like a cat, yawning quietly before he got up. you couldn't help but glance at his toned stomach, eyes almost bulging at the sight. turning to the side, you hid your face and cleared your voice. "i don't have classes today but i have to go to work later. so i won't say no to breakfast if you're making it."

"how's living with choso?" yuuji questioned you curiously, leaning against the counter. lowering the pen and writing board you were holding, you hummed in thought. in the past few weeks, the two of you had settled into a comfortable routine. there were minor hiccups here and there but the issues were easily resolved - somehow, you silently understood each other, an important foundation for a good friendship.

"pretty relaxing, to be honest. he's a good roommate and friend," you replied, clicking with the pen which earned you an annoying glance from yuuji. "you should've told me he was a great cook! i don't think i've ever tasted any dishes that were as good as his."

"he cooks for you?" the surprised tone in yuuji's voice startled you. was that out of the ordinary? you just thought he was being a good friend when he prepared dinner for you whenever you had a late shift.

"uh yeah? mostly when i come home late or when we have movie nights together. i always tell him that i can definitely help but he insists that he's fine doing it himself."

"i see. choso just doesn't like people messing with his cooking routine, that's all. i'm not even allowed near the kitchen, even though i'm not that bad of a cook either," yuuji laughed, scratching his head sheepishly. he wasn't going to tell you why he was perplexed by the fact that choso willingly cooked for you. it was too early to make any assumptions; he just couldn't shake the feeling that there was something at play. no one knew his brother better than him - choso would never do any favours for persons he didn't care about, persons that weren't family or extremely close friends. while they had talked about choso's thoughts about you, he never mentioned anything more than getting along well and often spending time together. for choso's standards, you were a quite close friend.

"oh, and here i was, thinking that he must really hate my cooking skills. so it's just that," you concluded, grinning happily. he was weirdly persistent about it but knowing this detail about him, you'd stop pestering him in the future. "hey do you wanna come over tomorrow? it's movie night again, i'm sure you'd enjoy it too."

"hmm, sounds tempting. if you can convince choso to cook, i'm in."

"pff, who would say no to this face," you retorted mischievously, showing yuuji the best puppy face you could muster up. he groaned, pushing you gently.

"show off," he told you jokingly and rolled his eyes. "i don't know how choso tolerates you."

"you're just jealous, huh? didn't think you had that emotion in you. choso and me are the bestest of friends, of course we get along well," you stuck your tongue out at yuuji before leaving him to his own devices as you bolted to the cash register to help a customer. as you animatedly conversed with them, yuuji shook his head. it was obvious that there was some attraction but that was something he'd let you figure out. cupid wasn't a well-fitting job for him. friends, my ass.

"huh, did you say something, yuuji?"

"no, not at all."

soft, melodious music was playing in the background as you silently sat at the counter, watching choso prepare some meals before yuuji was visiting. this time, you heeded his advice, not pestering his brother about needing help and instead just opting to watch him and make light conversation. choso seemed to have noticed as well, mood ever so slightly lifted when he saw you simply taking a seat and asking about his day. he liked this routine, being able to go about his day without someone unwantedly poking their nose into his business until he felt comfortable enough to talk about it. as you absentmindedly doodled on a napkin, choso casually told you about his day at work. about squirmy customers who were getting their first tattoo done, about those that had interesting ideas that he was still trying to find ways to implement, about how noisy his co-workers were and that they wanted to have a night out soon.

“do you wanna join us? you said you wanted to meet my friends,” choso asked, briefly glancing up at you as he was dicing the vegetables. it was true, you did inquire about his friends at some point, more so jokingly and out of curiosity - although he complained about them every now and then, you could tell that he deeply cared about them. choso was the kind of person who acted like a mother hen around friends and sometimes nagged a lot more than you anticipated. but then somehow, miraculously, every minuscule task that would stress you was completed and topped with a freshly made, warm dish by the end of the day. he wasn't good with words but his actions made up for it.

you didn’t expect him to offer you to tag along. he was comfortable enough to introduce you to his friends, even seemed to trust you with them. it felt… strangely heartwarming. "i would love to join you but i have quite a lot of assignments piling up; i'll have to do some night shifts to finish them," you replied and sighed ruefully, putting the pen away. "i'll tag along once i've finished everything, okay?"

choso frowned slightly. "but don't overwork yourself. you'll end up frustrated and burnt out," he told you earnestly, reaching out to pat your head. you gaped at him, the fond gesture making you feel flustered. it was nice knowing that he was looking out for you. choso stared back at you, seemingly startled by his own gesture as well. his hand had moved faster than he could react - he didn't know what to make of it.

the ring of the doorbell interrupted every trail of thought and you jumped up quickly. "i'll get it!" you sprinted towards the entrance, letting yuuji in. perhaps you greeted him too overzealously, yuuji looked at you like he knew something was up. nonetheless, he didn't mention anything, instead presenting you the bottle of wine and some dvds that he brought. choso gave his younger brother an acknowledging grunt, too absorbed in his tasks. taking in his surroundings as he got comfortable on the couch, he noticed some subtle changes in the apartment - the numerous pillows and fleece blankets littered across the couch, the set of matching mugs as well as choso's sketchbooks and, presumably, your textbooks on the coffee table. it was obvious that the two of you spent a lot of time together.

even throughout dinner, yuuji realized that choso had taken a liking to you, more than he probably realized and let on. he almost felt like a third wheel watching how you animatedly talked about trivial things and even more so when it was movie time. like a little burrito, you were wrapped in a blanket, leaning against choso. though it surprised yuuji to see his older brother opening up to you so rapidly, he was happy about it. although chaotic and clumsy, you were a good person and a positive influence. having witnessing how choso had closed up and how hurt he had been after the break up of his previous relationship, yuuji was glad that he wasn't cautious around you and welcomed your presence. even though… both of you were painfully oblivious.

"should we wake her?" yuuji asked as he saw you snuggling into choso's side, peacefully sleeping while the movie was still on.

"no, it's okay. she often falls asleep midway through movies, i just let her sleep. probably exhausted from uni."

yuuji looked at him as if he grew three heads. "so you just let her sleep? and you… sleep on the couch too?"

"hm? yeah, kind of. i feel bad about waking her and we're friends so it's not that big of a deal," choso replied innocently, shifting slightly so he was comfortable while keeping his arm around you. ever so slightly, he leaned onto you.

yuuji buried his face in his hands, silently screaming. don't comment on it, don't say anything, it's none of your business. you might have pink hair but you're no cupid.

utterly exhausted, you made your way into the apartment. you flopped onto the couch, grunting in irritation when you heard choso calling your name. staying put, you just laid there and listened to his footsteps nearing. "you okay? did anything happen?" he questioned, leaning over the couch to look at you. you weren't even sure what to answer, whatever you were feeling at the moment was an accumulation of stress across multiple weeks. you were frustrated with your projects, feeling like you weren't making any progress and not having time for yourself whatsoever. all you needed was a break, a pick me up.

"do you wanna talk about it?" choso repeated again but you shook your head, lifting your head slightly to look at him. he almost felt bad for thinking that you looked adorable, the way you huffed in frustration with a little pout on your lips. you shook your head, hugging one of the pillows.

"not now, later maybe?"

"okay. i'll make you a cup of tea." he disappeared from your field of vision. you listened to the sound of the kettle, closing your eyes as you focused on it. slowly, your erratic thoughts came to a halt. your breath and heartbeat steadied and you gradually felt more calm. clack. choso placed the cup of tea on the coffee table, taking a seat next to you. he was hesitant to touch you just yet, waiting for another reaction from you. sniffling quietly, you sat up and thanked him quietly.

"choso?"

"hm?"

"can i have a hug?" you inquired meekly. he didn't reply, simply pulling you into his arms. without hesitation, you wrapped your arms around him, nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck. he smelled nice, like freshly washed laundry and the shampoo he was using. it reminded you of home, making you feel more at ease. gently, choso rubbed your back; wherever his fingers moved, it left a trail of goosebumps on your skin. not that he noticed anyways, fortunately. for a few minutes, only the sound of breathing resounded. it was calming and warm - choso was warm, so warm - you almost fell asleep. humming quietly, you moved closer to him.

"today was just really… bad. everything went wrong," you confided in him. "it made me feel like shit, like i couldn't do anything right. i guess i just feel really stressed so i can't concentrate on anything."

choso leaned forward, reaching out to grab the cup of tea. you squeaked in surprise, holding onto him so you wouldn't drop backwards. his left arm snaked around your waist, keeping you in place as he leaned back again. you moved back a little, as far as choso's arm allowed you to, and took the cup from him, taking small sips. "i think you're doing okay," he told you, drawing patterns on your back. "it's only natural to feel this way when everything's been piling up. what you need is a good rest and have a reset, you'll feel more refreshed and inspired to work on your projects. and don't hesitate to ask for help, no matter whether it's a professor or classmate."

"i also told you not to overwork yourself, didn't i? and don't think i can't tell that you've been pulling all nighters," he scolded you, pinching your cheek playfully. it made you giggle, tilting your head to get away from his hand.

"yeah i know, i know. just couldn't help it, it's a bad habit. i'll try to get better at it," you promised him, giving him a reassuring smile. "thank you for listening to me."

"it's the least i can do."

a comfortable silence fell over you. choso continued to rub your back in an attempt to soothe your nerves while you sipped your tea. you were grateful for him, he was an amazing friend - you didn’t even know how to show gratitude to him. awkwardly turning to put the mug back on the table, you then leaned against him. “choso?” you hummed against his chest, snaking your arms around his waist. “you know you can talk to me about problems too, right?”

“what do you think we’ve been doing these past few weeks?” he retorted and chuckled in amusement. “you should try to go to bed now. get some rest, you’ll feel better tomorrow.”

you pouted, not wanting to move. fortunately, he couldn’t see the face you were making - you weren’t ready to let him go just yet, wanting to memorize the expanse of his chest, his warmth, the way his arms felt around you. it made you feel safe, like a temporary relief to your anxiety. “can we… can we watch a movie maybe? i’m not sleepy yet.”

of course, choso saw right through you. “you always say that and then you fall asleep midway. you just don’t want to move, huh?”

“okay, you caught me,” you giggled hysterically as he stood up slowly and pretended to let you fall, catching you before you fell. clinging onto his shoulders, you wrapped your legs around his waist. you refused to let go. unbothered, he held you by your thighs as he waddled across the living room towards the console to choose a dvd to watch. while clinging onto choso, you could hear his heart beating rapidly - you chalked it up to how strenuous it must be to carry you around. choso, on other hand, couldn’t put a finger on the warm, tingly feeling inside of him. did he like having you around like this? stupid, of course he did, you were good friends after all. spending time with you was relaxing for him as well. back on the couch, he let you use his lap as a pillow, absentmindedly combing his fingers through your hair. the two of you remained in this position until both inevitably fell asleep, movie still playing in the background.

“y/n. earth to y/n. dude, can you hear me?” nobara was frantically waving papers in front of your face, rolling her eyes as you snapped out of your trance and took them from her. to your delight, the two of you shared quite a few classes this semester which meant that you could usually share the workload as well. you copied some of her notes, hastily scribbling them in your notebook.

"sorry, i was lost in thought. what did you say?"

"i asked you whether you wanna go out later? the whole crew is coming, it's been a while anyways," your friend repeated, placing her little cosmetics bag on the table to check her makeup and apply another layer of lip gloss.

"ah sorry, i already have plans for today, maybe ano-"

"with whom?" she asked pointedly, narrowing her eyes at you. in recent times, you've been rejecting her offers to hang out a lot; whether it be because of studying or hanging out with… "wait, are you having a date with that roommate of yours again?"

"it's not a date!" you briefly paused, giving her a dirty look. nobara was weirdly persistent about this dating thing, claiming that you would never get anywhere if you didn't make a move. "his name is choso, yuuji's older brother. i told you a million times already. he's been a really good friend and taking care of me when i feel stressed, so i thought it would be time for me to do the same for him."

"a really good friend?" a doubtful look was shot your way.

"yeah, i mean yuuji cooks for us all the time, how is it any different? anyways, i'll join you guys another day, okay?"

nobara stayed still for a moment. you truly didn't realize how much you's been mentioning choso. choso this, choso that, choso here, choso there. even yuuji had confided in her that he thought you might have developed a crush on his older brother though he wasn't certain. nobara, however, was sure. but operation make y/n realize things proved to be more difficult, considering you hadn't had a crush before as you were never interested in relationships.

"fine. but in return, you have to tell me about choso. what do you think of him?" nobara stuffed her belongings into the impossibly full handbag. propping her chin on her hands, she leaned closer to you with a shit-eating grin. you sighed, putting the papers away. it was no use trying to focus on your assignments when she was in an investigative mood. she wouldn't let go of the issue until you gave her a satisfactory answer. and for some reason, it irked you that she was inquiring about choso. why was she so curious about him? couldn't she have asked yuuji instead? it was his brother after all. maybe nobara was… interested in choso? you narrowed your eyes at her.

"i think he's great. might be intimidating at first and not very talkative but when he opens up to you, he's actually a softie. very respectful and polite towards people, always thinks of others first. and not to mention, he's really talented too! he often acts like he's annoyed by people or minds his own business but he really does care a lot. you feel comforted by his presence when you're close with him," you rambled, trying to list all the positive points about him that you could think of. nobara nodded slightly as she was listening to you, making it difficult to gauge her stance on him. was she going to confess now? maybe you should confront her about it. yeah, she would never admit it otherwise. "nobara, are you interested in choso? if you wanted me to introduce you to him, you could've just asked."

nobara stared at you with an open mouth. checkmate.

"you know i wouldn't have judged you at all! after all, choso is handsome too. so really, you don't have to sneak around about this," you concluded triumphantly, patting her arm in reassurance. it filled you with pride to be able to catch nobara off guard for once - usually, she was very composed and ready to give you a sassy answer.

"y/n, sweetie. you're so very wrong." nobara sighed, dejectedly pushing your hand away. you were incredibly dense when it came to feelings and relationships. maybe it would be more amusing to just watch everything pan out. “i don’t really care about choso, that’s your man after all.”

“yeah, yeah, i- wait what?”

thankfully, you arrived home earlier than choso did - for once. and for once, this friday was going to be a relaxing one, seeing as you’d finally finished your projects and assignments and could finally engage in a much needed self care day. placing the groceries bags on the counter, you went through the ingredients again just to make sure you didn’t forget anything. yuuji had given you a recipe for his famous meatballs recipe, claiming that it was one of choso’s favourite dishes. in recent times, choso seemed to be exhausted and sometimes even easily irritable after work - considering how much he did for you, it was only fair for you to treat him as well. surprising him seemed to be the best course of action.

making quick work of the ingredients, you took your time to clean the apartment while the soup was still cooking. yuuji was kind enough to lend you a few dvds, not even asking you whether you were going to watch them with choso anymore. while you felt bad about turning your friends down yet again, you promised yourself to make it up to them in the future by inviting them over for a sleepover or movie night. though knowing them, they would not let you stay in the comfort of your home but drag you to a party or club again. especially nobara would always insist on dragging you along, while megumi and yuuji didn’t really care about where they would be going for the night. her excuse was to find you a partner, claiming that it was about time you realized how cute you were, which you vehemently denied. even maki had told her to pipe it down at some point. all the more, it made you suspicious that nobara had not brought the topic up anymore. you couldn’t imagine her giving up so quickly, considering how persistent she had been for almost a year now.

the jingle of the keys and the soft click of the door made you stop whatever you were doing, peeking around the corner to see choso coming in. giggling quietly, you watched as he stopped in his tracks and sniffed the air, seemingly confused about the scent of the soup. he turned around upon hearing you, a small, almost unnoticeable smile on his lips. “up to no good?” he questioned you teasingly, placing his bag and jacket in the wardrobe. huffing, you stuck your tongue out at him and shook your head. you padded over to him, softly tugging at the sleeve of his shirt to make him follow you to the kitchen.

“since you always cook for me, i thought it would be time for me to do the same for you. yuuji showed me your favourite dish but i’m not sure if it turned out as well as he always makes it,” you sheepishly explained, showing him the pot of soup and the bowls and cutlery that you’d already laid out. choso hugged your side, squeezing your waist gently before patting your head and muttering a quiet thank you. your chest filled with pride, finally being helpful to him for once. if you weren’t careful, it would burst - he fuelled your ego even more as he complimented you, telling you how well the soup turned out and that he really appreciated it. you knew he wasn’t lying, for one because he was a sincere person and always offered heartfelt compliments, and because of how eagerly he was eating, practically inhaling the soup in one go. he even looked like he was in a food coma by the time you finished dinner, making you ban him from the kitchen to take a rest on the couch.

after washing the dishes, you came back to the living room to see him lie across the couch, eyes closed and calmly breathing. he looked like he was taking a nap, until he opened his eyes to peek at you as you approached. giddily, you joined him on the couch, showing him the hair products that you’d already placed on the coffee table. “can i give you a massage and do… uh hair stuff? i really like it when people brush my hair and stuff and i thought you might enjoy it too,” you explain to him. choso contemplated for a few seconds before shrugging nonchalantly. yes! you signaled him to sit on the floor in front of you as you pressed play. with the sound of the movie in the background, you focused on choso’s hair and took off the hair ties first. he got comfortable, turning towards the tv and learning his head against the edge of the couch. gently running your fingers through his hair, you made sure to detangle rough knots before massaging his scalp gently. you could tell that choso was beginning to relax by the way his shoulders were slowly sagging. in silence, you worked through the entirety of his scalp before moving on to brush his hair.

if you didn’t already know that choso was a naturally withdrawn person, you would’ve been concerned by how quiet he was and how he didn’t show any reactions to the movie. you were glad that he seemed to like the entire hair spa ordeal; he didn’t even seem to mind that you were using your hair products on him, the soft floral scent now emanating from his hair as you massaged it through the tips and then brushed it in slow strokes. by the time you were done, he looked utterly relaxed, struggling to keep his eyes open as he climbed back on the couch and sat next to you. without having to ask, he wrapped his arms around you. yawning quietly, you moved closer to him, turning your attention to the tv. habitually, his hands moved against your back, drawing shapes and patterns. slowly, choso could feel the heat in his body rising and chalked it up to the close proximity. it did make him feel a little uneasy however; he shifted you around on his lap until he felt comfortable. abruptly halting his movements, he froze as you turned to him, ass grazing his groin. an electric shock ran through him. subconsciously, he jolted at the friction. the tips of his ears turned red in embarrassment but he reassured you he was fine when you looked at him concerned. what the hell was that? was his body now not listening to him after being so relaxed?

“choso, can i ask you something?” you leaned back slightly to look at him.

“you already did. but yeah, go ahead.” choso grinned at the little huff you let out, grasping your hand in time as you tried to hit his chest and intertwined your fingers so you couldn’t move.

“uh this might sound weird but i think a friend of mine is interested in you. nobara, do you know her?” you squeezed his hand, moving it around with yours. “she asked me about you the other day.”

“huh, really? isn’t that one of yuuji’s friends too?”

you nodded in agreement. “yeah, we’re all friends. i only told her good things about you, of course.”

choso hesitated. he wasn’t sure what to tell you, not wanting to say something about your friend that could upset you. but the truth was, he wasn’t really interested in anyone right now. the recent breakup had done a number on him and he felt like he hadn’t properly moved on just yet. not when the thoughts were still obsessively circling in his head. but when choso was with you, they miraculously seemed to disappear, making him feel more at ease. “i’m not really looking for anything right now, sorry. i don’t really want to disappoint her, i’m just not really up for a relationship right now,” he told you truthfully, giving you an apologetic smile.

you stopped in your movements, nodding slightly in understanding. and still, it made your heart seize up for an unknown reason.

ps.: the story of how it takes reader and choso ages until they realize their feelings or alternatively: nobara and yuuji unwillingly turn into cupids

#jujutsu kaisen #choso #kamo choso #choso kamo #choso x reader #kamo choso x reader #choso kamo x reader #choso x you #kamo choso x you #choso kamo x you #choso imagines #choso kamo imagines #kamo choso imagines #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen imagines #fic: home #writing

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Trollhunters : Rise of The Titans [Rika’s Version!]

AIGHT SO THIS IS WHAT SHOULD’VE FREAKIN’ HAPPENED --

The movie starts a year after Wizards. We see Douxie, Archie, and Nari all settled in Metro City. Douxie managed to get a dinky little apartment and works two jobs. He comes home after a long day to Nari and Archie.

Maybe Nari’s running around chasing after Archie. Maybe the two of them are curled up on the couch and snoozing. Douxie smiles softly, petting Archie’s head and gently brushes Nari’s hair out of her face. Maybe Nari was singing to one of her plants and just beams when Douxie walks through the door. Just Magical Siblings and Their Therapy Cat fluff.

But that night, Douxie wakes up. Something feels very, very wrong. Nari feels it, too.

Cut to the door to their apartment being busted right through, flames quickly consuming the threshold. To Douxie’s horror, it’s the Arcane Order and he immediately goes on the offensive. This is the first display in the movie of Douxie’s strength as a Master Wizard, his proficiency and skill with his magic as he holds his own against Bellroc and Skrael as he did in Wizards. He tells Archie to take Nari and run but neither of them want to leave him behind. Archie instead fights beside Douxie, urging for Nari to escape while she can. Nari’s reluctant because Douxie and Archie have become so precious to her.

When it looks like they’re about to be done in, Archie wills himself to transform into a huge dragon, taking Douxie and Nari into his claws and flying out of there, busting straight out of the apartment. But not before giving Bellroc and Skrael a thrashing with his tail. They manage to give the Order the slip. For now.

Archie quickly loses steam from holding such a form and crashes on the outskirts of the city, transforming back into a cat. Douxie cradles him in his arms. Nari tends to their wounds with her magic, looking forlorn.

Douxie frantically dials a number on his phone.

“Claire? Claire it’s me...” A column of fire erupts in the distance. A shot of Douxie, Archie, and Nari huddled close. “They found us.”

Trollhunters : Rise of the Titans Title Screen

The scene fades in on the new and improved Camelot, where the Lakes are staying. We see Jim spending time with his mother and Walter and it’s lovely. We see a hint of Jim’s trauma when he’s cooking and looks at his reflection in a spatula. He flinches away. He doesn’t want to look at himself. Barbara comforts him, a tender heartfelt moment between them.

Claire then emerges from a shadow portal with grim news : The Arcane Order have found Douxie and Nari.

Jim gathers his friends. Claire shadow portals them all to Douxie, who’s found shelter in a hut Nari made from tree roots. Douxie’s cast a barrier to hide their presence, though it won’t last long.

It’s a really sweet and awesome reunion. Douxie gives Claire and Steve big hugs. Nari bounds up to Toby and holds his hand. Jim, Krel, and Douxie have a “good to see you again, bro” moment between them. Aaarrgh licks his lips at the sight of Archie.

It’s here that Douxie gives the deets on what’s happened. As they begin to figure out a way to keep Nari safe and away from the Order, Nari suddenly says, “No.”

After almost losing Douxie and Archie, her new family, Nari decides enough is enough. She wants to face her corrupted siblings head-on. To not only protect the world, but her newfound friends.

Douxie understandably protests. But Nari, gentle but resolute, tells him she’s made up her mind. No more running.

And so, Douxie acquiesces.

Cue the sequence/fight scene on the train!

Nari realizes what Douxie’s doing when it’s too late. They switch bodies and Douxie’s taken away by the Order.

“Douxie, I’m so sorry...I couldn’t save her,” Claire laments.

Nari, in Douxie’s body, “N-no...No, I am fine. But Douxie...Douxie!”

Everyone’s like, “Oh no” but then oof, they all get arrested.

The police department scene! With Krel and the Blanks busting everyone out.

Now, we find ourselves back on Camelot where Jim’s being attended to by Walter and Barbara after waking up from a nightmare. Bellroc’s words torment him : “Without your Amulet, you are nothing but a frightened! Little!! BOY!!!”

Walter suggests Jim should lay low, let his friends handle things. Jim reaches a real low point here. Claire provides some comfort. Hand in hand, they make their way to the Round Table, where everyone’s licking their wounds.

Blinky explains to them that the Order wants to awaken the Titans and need all three members of the Order to do so. While everyone’s relieved that Nari’s safe, Douxie’s now in the Order’s clutches and they want to figure out a way to save him.

Nari, sad and grim, says that Douxie’s spell will eventually wear off.

“He is, as humans say, buying us time...”

Cut to Douxie (in Nari’s body) with the Order. Douxie doesn’t make a sound, not wanting to give anything away. They try the ritual and when it fails, Bellroc and Skrael quickly suspect foul play. They realize that Nari isn’t Nari and proceed to forcefully, painfully, undo Douxie’s spell.

Douxie wakes up, back in his own body. He’s swarmed by his friends, all overcome with relief that he’s alright, but it’s short-lived. The Order has Nari.

Douxie manages to recall where the Order took him. Before they head out, a downtrodden Jim says he should stay behind, going back to the bed chamber. Claire goes to talk to him, but Douxie stops her.

“Let’s give him some space,” Douxie says gently, though he looks just as concerned for Jim. “In the meantime,” he summons his staff, “we’ll hunt the Order down, put a stop to their schemes, and bring Nari home.”

Everyone heads to the warehouse-train track place (I forgot what it was called rip). Just then, Aja comes flying in, having been contacted by Krel. The Tarron siblings have a sweet, wholesome, long-awaited reunion. Also Staja and Creepslayerz reunited!

Aja cautions Steve about the whole seventh kiss-pregnancy thing and he quickly decides that, yeah no, he’s not quite ready for that. His Alien Queen Muffin (or whatever the heck he called her) is back and that’s all that matters to him. Also wtf Eli’s hot and taller than him now.

There’s a cute moment of Douxie and Aja really meeting for the first time. Aja recognizes him.

“Oh! You were the hand-reading waiter boy!”

Upon hearing she’s a Queen, Douxie’s Medieval chivalry kicks in and he bows at the waist.

“The name’s Hisirdoux, Your Majesty.” After Aja butchers his name, he says “Douxie” will do just fine.

Nomura abruptly reminds them they don’t have time for pleasantries. They get to it. Douxie figures out the sigil and the illusion fades, revealing the Order performing their ritual with a brainwashed Nari. They’re unable to stop it and the Order members teleport away to join with their respective Titans. We see each of the Titans rising.

The Arcadia Gang regroups back on Camelot to form a plan. Jim, discouraged and deeply troubled, is leaning over a rail, head in his hands. Douxie comes up beside him, silent.

Jim eventually asks how things went. When Douxie tells him they failed and the Titans have risen, Jim feels even more powerless and guilt-ridden.

“I’m sorry...I’m sorry, I couldn’t...I can’t do anything. Without the Amulet I’m not the Trollhunter anymore and I’m just...useless--”

Douxie cuts him off, putting a hand on Jim’s shoulder.

“Jim. That’s not true. Do you remember what I told you? That our strength doesn’t come from special trinkets. Our strength...” Douxie finally gets Jim to look at him, “comes from our friends. From each other. All of us together. That includes you.”

“But...without my Amulet how can I do anything--”

Douxie smiles gently. “By being true to yourself, Jim. As we, your friends, are true to you.”

Just then, Claire joins them and asks if Jim’s okay. Jim smiles as Douxie ruffles his hair.

“I will be. Thanks.”

Jim, Claire, and Douxie find everyone arguing at the Round Table. Aja is wanting to evacuate everyone off of Earth, to which Blinky protests. Everyone just keeps going back and forth until Jim yells for them to stop.

Time to divide and conquer, cutting back and forth between each battle with the Titans.

Aja, Krel, Steve, and Eli tackle the Fire Titan.

Blinky, Toby, and Nomura handle the Ice Titan, with Walter and Barbara steering Camelot.

Jim, Claire, Douxie, and Aaarrgh go for the Earth Titan. Douxie’s hoping to get through to Nari and break her free from the Order’s control.

Aja and Krel fight the Fire Titan side by side on their hoverboard. Steve and Eli help civilians off the bridge and keep them safe.

Varvatos Vex in his giant robo mech incoming, along with a handful of Akiridion warships.

The Fire Titan proves to be too powerful and defeats Varvatos’ robot, melting down the Akiridion troops in the process. Aja and Krel are knocked down from their hoverboard. They and Varvatos retreat as the Fire Titan continues to burn a path towards its destination.

Toby and Nomura attempt to zipline their way to the Ice Titan to take down Skrael with Akiridion bombs. When the rope fails, Walter extends his wings to save them, but his wings quickly freeze.

Nomura grabs the bombs and sacrifices herself, bidding a heartwrenching farewell to Toby and her longtime friend, thanking them both. She asks Toby to tell Jim she said goodbye. Ever agile, Nomura scales the Ice Titan and detonates the bombs.

But to everyone’s horror, the Ice Titan only puts itself back together. Walter sinks to his knees. Toby throws down his helmet. Their friend sacrificed herself for nothing.

Aaarrgh is charging after the Earth Titan, Douxie, Jim, and Claire hanging onto his back. Claire shadow portals the three of them onto the Titan’s back. Douxie begins to plead with Nari, even as she constricts him with vines.

Douxie manages to grab her hand. He begins to break the mind-control with his magic, still calling out to Nari as he’s losing the ability to breathe.

Douxie’s voice reaches her and she breaks free. Nari frantically asks where she is, if she hurt him or his friends. Douxie, overcome with relief, just embraces her.

“You’re here with us, Nari...You’re here with us.”

Nari assures them they have a Titan on their side now. They receive communication from the Tarrons, who warn them that the Ice Titan is getting close to Arcadia.

No time to wonder why Skrael’s headed there. Claire makes a massive shadow portal to Arcadia (the field trip scene!), taking Nari’s Titan with them. Nari tries to reason with Skrael, but he’s having none of it.

NARI VS SKRAEL COMMENCE!

The Tarrons and Creepslayerz arrive on scene. Douxie boards Aja’s hoverboard and together they fire lazers and magic at the Ice Titan. Varvatos dashes and slashes his way up the Titan. Claire, Jim, Krel, Steve, and Eli work to rescue the school bus from getting crushed.

Well, it does get crushed but thankfully everyone made it off. Then, Archie comes flying in with his father, Charlemagne. Charlie flies all the students and Coach to safety. Archie joins Douxie in the air, blasting Skrael with fire.

“C’mon and face the music, Skrael!!!” Douxie summons Spellcaster and starts shredding.

Enraged, Skrael releases a devastating burst of magic that knocks Douxie, Aja, and Varvatos away. Nari seizes the opportunity to impale Skrael’s Titan, but not before Nari’s fatally wounded by him in return. Both Titans collapse.

Douxie runs to Nari, desperately calling her name. She’s on the ground, dying. Everyone gathers around, devastated. Douxie holds Nari in his arms. Archie nuzzles Nari’s arm, tears forming in his eyes. Douxie’s already crying.

“No..No, no, Nari, please...” Douxie holds her hand. “Nari, don’t go, please...!”

“It is okay, Douxie...Do not be sad...”

“I’m sorry...I’m sorry, I said I would protect you...” Douxie leans down, almost touching his forehead to hers (it’s Harry and Dobby y’all). His tears fall onto her face. “I said I would protect you...!”

“You did something greater, Douxie...” Nari squeezes his hand. Tears of her own roll down her cheeks. “You gave me a home. And many, many friends....” Douxie sobs harder, holding her close. “You saved me, Douxie...” She’s beginning to fade. She smiles, her eyes closing. “Thank you...Thank...”

Nari fades, wisps of magic and flower petals slipping through Douxie’s fingers. Douxie wails, Archie pressing close. Jim and Claire lay their hands on his shoulders. Claire hugs him.

Krel is then alerted that the Fire Titan is also on the move towards Arcadia.

Everyone reconvenes on Camelot. They all mourn the deaths of Nomura and Nari.

They learn that Bellroc is headed towards Arcadia, the center of the universe, because that’s where the last Heartstone is. If at least one Titan reaches the Heartstone, the world will be wiped clean.

Before they head out, Douxie and the Tarrons present Jim with a brand new Amulet, forged from magic and Akiridion technology. That, and the stone in which Excaliber lodged itself. Douxie encourages Jim to try once more.

Jim steps up on the stone, gazing fondly at his friends around him. They all place their hands on the stone in support. Jim pulls Excaliber from the stone. Everyone cheers for him.

Douxie’s seen texting someone.

FINAL SHOWDOWN IN ARCADIA

Bellroc is seen making their way towards the Heartstone. But what stands between them and the prize is the Guardians of Arcadia.

Charlemagne, Archie, and Walter soar above. Blinky and Aaarrgh lead an army of trolls. More Akiridion fleets arrive, Aja and Krel at the helm. Varvatos has a brand new robo, too.

Bellroc sneers at their defiance and summons an army of their own : hundreds of big rocky lava monsters.

BATTLE OF THE MOST EPIC OF PROPORTIONS IS A GO.

Trolls are punching, Akiridions are blasting, magicians are casting.

JIM SUITS UP WITH HIS NEW ARMOR AND EXCALIBER AND IS LIKE DON’T THINK BECOMIN’ FOR YA BELLROC FOR THE GOOD OF AAAAAAAALL

Douxie conjures up a spell to send that boy flying onto that Fire Titan.

Toby and Aaarrgh slam and hammer their way through fiery goons. Claire and Aja team up to take down the opposition, noting they should get lunch together sometime. Charlemagne tears through the enemies with his claws and wings. Krel and the Creepslayerz flail about and kick tail anyway.

Our heroes all cover one another and play off of each other’s strengths and it’s beautiful.

When Douxie’s about to get smothered by lava fists, there’s a flash of lightening and the monsters vaporize.

Douxie turns to see Zoe with a brigade of hedge wizards. Douxie’s immediately bowled over, smitten.

“About time you showed up...,” Douxie says, in a daze cause wow Zoe’s so pretty.

“Oh, you’ve got a lot of nerve --” Explosions. More lava monsters. Zoe sighs and pats Douxie’s cheek. “Ugh, focus, you big sap!”

The pair are unstoppable together, mowing down the lava monsters in powerful bursts of blue and pink.

DOUXIE’S EYES GO BLUE AND ZOE’S EYES GO PINK EPIC AVATAR STATE RINGS OF MAGIC AS THEY DECIMATE THEIR FOES WITH ROCK MUSIC BLARING YESSSS

And well, Douxie can’t help himself and gives Zoe a good long smooch after they’ve destroyed half of Bellroc’s army.

Toby in the distance : HOW LONG HAS THAT BEEN A THING?????

Archie just groans.

And meanwhile, Jim’s finally facing off with Bellroc. After having one of the most badass fights in the franchise, Jim comes out on top, skewering Bellroc in the stomach with Excaliber.

AND BOOM THEY DID IT GUYS EARTH IS SAVED.

....But not without great cost.

Toby’s been mortally wounded, crushed by the falling pieces of the Fire Titan. There’s the tearful, heartbreaking moment Jim has to say goodbye to his best friend, the one who was there with him through it all.

“We did it, Jimbo...We did it...”

Jim holds Toby in his arms, sobbing uncontrollably. Claire holds Jim and weeps beside him. Aaarrgh is in hysterics but is calmed to pained whimpers by Blinky. The Arcadia Gang grieves, feeling the painful weight of losing the friends they held so dear....Nomura, Nari, and now Toby.

Time Skip/Montage

Douxie found a proper apartment in Arcadia. He keeps a potted plant with those distinct pink flowers, the flowers Nari loved, on his windowsill. Smiles softly at them every time.

Scenes of Mary with Darci as she mourns. Steve and Eli hanging out. Douxie and Krel jamming, Krel creating beats and Douxie riffing on his guitar. Aja and Claire going on that lunch date. Archie taking a nap on top of Aaarrgh. Walter playing classical music.

It’s taken a while, but Jim’s starting to feel a little bit better. Douxie, Krel, Steve, and Eli came over for some bro time. Seeing the pain in his eyes, Douxie gives Jim a hug.

The final scene is a picnic at everyone’s favorite spot in Arcadia with a single bench and an awesome view of the town.

Aja and Steve are cuddling. Krel and Eli play with a frisbee. Blinky, Aaarrgh, and Varvatos laugh around a table. Douxie and Zoe, holding hands, are having a lively chat with Claire. Jim serves up a huge plate of enchiladas.

Walter and Barbara announce their engagement. Everyone celebrates.

EMOTIONAL SPEECH VOICEOVER TIME.

Aja, Varvatos, and Eli depart back to Akiridion-5. Steve honks into a tissue. Krel pats him on the back as he waves to his sister.

Barbara kisses Jim on the forehead before going home with Walter.

Zoe kisses Douxie on the cheek and heads off.

Steve and Krel are the next to go.

Douxie, Archie around his shoulders, pulls both Jim and Claire into a hug before leaving.

Blinky gives Jim a hug. Aaarrgh nuzzle him, looking sad.

Jim and Claire hold hands and sit on the bench, gazing out at the town.

EMOTIONAL SPEECH VOICEOVER ENDS T_T

The End.

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free-pool-trash · 3 years

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disappointment - peter maximoff

i’ve yet again lost my ability to write :D anyway here you go lovelies <3 idek know what this is tbh i just had to post something (it’s not good im sorry I seriously hate this omg anyway im going)

word count: 2k

warnings: senseless angst, WandaVision spoilers, swearing

comments are appreciated <3

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“Are you nervous about the mission tomorrow? ‘Cus I am.” Peter’s voice sounded beside your ear. His head was tucked between your neck and shoulder while his chest was pressed flush against your back, his arms wound tightly around your middle.

With a tired yawn, you rubbed your boyfriend’s forearm soothingly. It was late and you were half asleep but you’d been dating Peter long enough to know that he could never sleep if there was something on his mind. “You’re not even going on the mission tomorrow, baby. Why’re you nervous?” You lazily played with his fingers, stopping them from anxiously drumming against your stomach, as you slurred your words sleepily.

Peter let out a heavy sigh and hid his face against your neck, pecking the skin softly with his lips as he did, “I’m not going, but you are. M’worried about you…”

His confession caused your eyes to flutter open.

Peter Maximoff had the biggest heart of anyone you’ve ever met. He loved hard but he worried harder. So when you heard the slight shake in his raspy voice, you twisted in his grip to face him.

His lips were turned downwards, as were his eyes as he avoided your gaze.

“Pete…” You whispered, moving your arms to wrap around his neck. “I’m gonna be okay. Raven and Charles will be with me the whole time, we’ll be in and out. I promise.” You pressed your lips against his quickly before pulling away to look at him, his brown eyes finally meeting yours, his hands holding you tightly against him still.

“I just don’t get why Charles won’t let me come.” He complained with a childish pout.

You let out a quiet laugh before tugging Peter’s head down slightly so his forehead could rest against yours, “We really need this mutant on our side, Pete. Charles insisted that only X-Men with the “powers of persuasion” are going.” You explained, making air quotes despite the fact he couldn’t see them.

With another light kiss you continued, “And hey, what’s the worst that can happen?”

Peter scoffed at that, scrunching his nose up in distaste, “He could blast the only woman I’ve ever loved into a different dimension.” He grumbled, rubbing his nose against yours.

His worry wasn’t exactly misplaced. There’d been a group of mutants on a warpath lately, one of the group slightly friendlier than the others, albeit, still highly malicious. The man in question had the ability to open portals to other realities, and he’d been using said ability to get rid of anyone who stood in his way.

Charles thought he’d be an asset, Raven thought he should be taken out of the picture and you thought the man was more than just a lackey, like he let on.

So Peter, as much as he liked to overthink, was definitely onto something. There was a huge possibility that, if anyone was going to get blasted into another reality on tomorrow’s mission, it was probably going to be you.

Your mutation was mind control, you could make anyone do anything just by saying the words. Charles’ tactic was to try persuade the mutant and if that failed, yourself and Raven would be brought in to manipulate his decision.

“That won’t happen.” You tried to reassure him, letting your hands run through his hair but Peter remained on edge.

“But what if-“ He started but you cut him off with a gentle tug on his silver hair.

“No buts. I’m gonna go on this mission, it’s gonna be a pain in the ass but it’s gonna be fine. I’m going to come home with not even a scratch on me. Then I’ll find you and you’ll kiss me and welcome me home like you always do.” You rattled off the usual post-mission routine with a fond smile across your lips.

Peter let out a defeated sigh, a smile of his own beginning to form as you placed lazy kisses against his jaw.

“Fine. I believe you. But if you don’t come back I’m gonna be seriously pissed.” He jostled your body, chuckling happily when you let out an airy giggle against his neck. “Don’t go getting any ideas, sweetheart. Even going to a different reality won’t get rid of me.”

You continued placing short kisses against his neck and jaw until you worked your way back up to his pink lips, you ghosted over them with your own, only barely pressing them down and pulling a whine from Peter when you pulled away to look at him with a teasing grin.

“So say your lovely girlfriend does get sent to an alternate reality… would you follow?” Within a second of your question, Peter had flipped your positions so that your back was against the mattress and the man in question was hovering on top of you with a cheeky grin.

“Sweet cheeks, I’d follow you anywhere.” He told you and you giggled at the stupid pet name before pulling him down to kiss you.

Your eyes fluttering shut as you murmured against his lips, “I love you, idiot.”

Softly, Peter tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I love you too.

It was safe to say that the mission was a complete failure. As you’d thought, the mutant Charles wanted to befriend turned out to have plans of his own, one of those plans being to throw you head first into a different dimension, apparently.

As much as it pained you to admit; Peter was right.

Fuck, he was probably going out of his mind with worry. You kicked yourself internally, not believing that you’d actually been careless enough to get caught out by the burly mutant. Not that it was entirely your fault, now that you thought about it actually, it was pretty much entirely Charles’ fault for doing his usual; not listening to you. You warned him it wouldn’t work, yet he sent you in anyway. If he didn’t find a way to get you home soon you’d… well, you weren’t really sure what you’d do. Probably find Peter and tell him you love him then go kick Charles’ ass.

Dreams of giving your professor the biggest telling off of his life came to a crashing halt when you took in your new surroundings. It seemed you’d been regurgated out in the middle of some run down town, if you didn’t know any better you would’ve thought you were still in your own reality, but unfortunately, you did know better.

There was something wrong, or if not already, something was about to go very wrong in the little town. You could feel it. Someone very powerful was about to lose control of themselves. You couldn’t exactly tell the future but you had something of a disaster radar that told you when shit was about to hit the fan.

With nothing else to do, you decided to follow the feeling as it led you to a red car.

Noticing a woman in the driver’s seat, you approached cautiously. When she noticed you walking towards her she rolled down the passenger side window, looking at you with a questioning gaze.

“Sorry to intrude,” You told her genuinely, “It’s just I thought that maybe someone needed help.” You bet around the bush slightly, you knew it was the redhead in front of you that needed help but it wasn’t in your nature to use your powers to demand someone to spill their souls to you.

When her eyes lit up red, you didn’t startle. The feeling of someone poking around your thoughts wasn’t a new sensation to you, Charles seldom knew when to mind his own business, so the fact that the woman before you was reading your mind hardly phased you.

“I’ve got abilities too.” You told her with a small smile before going on, her eyes back to normal and her form more relaxed.

She nodded in understanding, “You’re very far from home, no?” Her tone was sympathetic and you let out a humourless laugh.

“That might be an understatement. Pretty morbid thinking I’ll probably never find my way home.” It was only when you spoke the words that it really hit you that the chances of returning home were slim to none. You’d probably never see the love of your life again, you’d probably have to wave goodbye to any possibility of having a future with your speedster.

Catching onto your miserable train of thought, Wanda leaned over and opened the passenger door for you, motioning for you to get in. Gratefully, you took the stranger up on her offer.

“I’ve lost everything too.” She confessed and you weren’t sure why but you felt the need to comfort her, once again following your instincts, you squeezed her hand and to your surprise, she reciprocated the action.

“My name is Wanda, by the way.” She introduced herself and you responded with a kind smile.

“I’m Y/n. It’s nice to meet you.”

With a deep breath, Wanda squeezed your hand one last time, then turned to face you. “I have to do something. Will you wait here until I come back? I believe we could be of some help to each other.”

“Of course. Take your time, I’ll wait for as long as you need.” You promised her. Watching as she took another shaky breath and got out of the car and made her way towards the foundation of a house.

After about a minute, Wanda fell to her knees. And then you saw nothing but scarlet.

Life in WestView was good. Sure, there were some holes in your memory, but other than that, things were good.

You had a nice house, right next to Wanda’s, your hair seemed to style itself most of the time and the nightmares that plagued you were hardly ever your own. Things were fine.

Being blissfully ignorant was good enough for you for a number of days, until a familiar face caused all of your hopes of living happily unaware to crumble to the ground.

You’d been over at Wanda and Visions house for dinner when he’d knocked on the door. Standing on Wanda’s front porch was the one and only, Peter Maximoff. Your Peter. The person you loved the most and your ticket home.

The second his brown eyes locked on yours you’d been so sure. You would’ve bet your life that the person playing Wanda’s twin was Peter.

Perhaps your fatal flaw was wishful thinking as the hope of your love coming to rescue you, however romantic, was naive.

It hit you like a freight train, that realisation. You were truly and completely alone, for when WestView fell it took all of your hope with it.

He wasn’t Peter and he never had been. Sure, he had his face, his body, his personality and even his superspeed… but he wasn’t him.

When you’d uncovered his true identity with Monica, a part of you shattered on the spot. A familiar, decolate feeling washed over you in the moment and you weren’t sure if you’d even bother to carry on.

It was the kind of gut wrenching feeling of being so disappointed to the point where it physically hurt. It was the pain of truly accepting that he hadn’t actually followed you into another reality, that maybe your love wasn’t strong enough to warrent a visit to another reality and it was the pain of knowing that his life would go on without you.

The X-Men would encourage him to move on and, you had a fair idea of how it would go, he’d fight them relentlessly but eventually he’d cave, he’d let Jean set him up on a date and then he’d go from there, however reluctantly.

And you? You’d simply be a name lost in time. The one they think about, from time to time. You’d be spared nothing more than, “I wonder how she’s doing’ or ‘whatever happened to that girl? Remember the one?”, but life would go on without you.

That sting, you knew, would never leave you. As hope was dangerous and unreliable and painful you made yourself a promise, you wouldn’t hold out for a knight in shining armour to come rescue you. All you could do now was find a way to live. By yourself.

PART 2

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ragingpancake · 3 years

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I Got You

A/N: I watched Echoes the other night and frankly, I just needed to write this. Sort of an unofficial sequel to The Road to Nowhere Leads to Me.

They’re almost back to Atlantis from the mainland when Rodney realizes that maybe something’s a bit off with Sheppard – er… John (and he has to remind himself to start calling Shep—John by his first name because this whole… thing between this is still relatively new and it’s probably not social acceptable for one to refer to one’s boyfriend by last name only). No one would ever really call him chatty, but this level of quietness is almost unsettling, especially when Rodney tries to goad him into some gentle bantering and he’s just not having it. “What’s wrong with you?” He asks finally as the city is just coming into view. “Huh?” Rodney squints, mouth turning down in a frown. “I certainly didn’t stutter, Colonel.” Maybe that’ll get his attention.

He waits a moment, and then two. Nope. Nada. The lights are on but nobody’s home. “… John.”

At that, John lifts a hand and presses the heel of it against one of his eyes, wincing and Rodney notices for the first time how not well the other actually looks. “I’ve just… got this killer headache that won’t go away,” he says and it actually sounds pained in a way that Rodney isn’t quite used to from him. He watches as John squints at the city in the distance. “Maybe I should take over?” For a split second, he thinks John might be considering it before he shakes his head. “Nah, s’alright. I know how much you struggle to fly in a straight line.” There’s the smallest hint of teasing in his voice but Rodney doesn’t rise to the challenge because it’s such a weak attempt on John’s part that he knows he’d absolutely assassinate John with a comeback and where’s the fun in that? “Are you sure? Because, because I’ve been in one of these things when it’s crashed into the water, if you remember correctly, and I really have no intention of repeating that, so if you aren’t feeling well, I’d rather just--.” “Rodney,” John says and now, there’s a trace of a bite to his tone. Wow. Hostile. “Okay, I’m just saying--.” “I know,” John says. “But it’s fine. I’ve got it.” Rodney resigns himself to believing that for about a split second until he glances over again and notices the blood dripping from John’s nose. “John--.” “Dammit, Rodney! I said I’m--.” And whatever lie John was about to tell dies on his lips as he slumps over, head smacking the console. Immediately, Rodney leaps into action, grabbing John before he slips out of the pilot’s chair to ease him down onto the floor, his head lulling to the side sickeningly. “Jumper 1, this is Atlantis, come in. Your course has drastically shifted.” Radek’s voice comes through the comm system in the jumper and Rodney suddenly realizes that no one is, you know, actually piloting. “I need a medical team to the Jumper Bay. Sheppard is down, I repeat, Sheppard is down.” He scrambles into the pilot’s chair and manages to jerk it upwards approximately three point five seconds before the jumper crashes into the ocean. “Rodney?” It’s Elizabeth’s voice now, and she sounds about as worried as Rodney feels. “Carson’s here. What happened?” “Can’t talk now! Trying to fly and not, you know, crash and send us both to our deaths in the horrifically vast ocean. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt.” “Rodney!” “Just have them standing by!” He cuts off the comm system and glances down at John who has not yet regained consciousness. “Please be okay, please be okay, please be okay.” It becomes his mantra as he somehow manages to navigate the jumper back to the city and into the bay. He barely has time to lower the door before a med team is swarming in and before Rodney has a chance to so much as breathe, they’re gone, John with them. There’s a small bit of blood on the floor from where John was laying and Rodney has to work very hard not to throw up. ---- It’s dark in the hallway, save for the faint blue glow emanating from the center of the wall closest to him. He reaches out, hand pressing against it and he can feel the thrum of hurt intensifying, adding to what’s already there in his head. He staggers at the force of it, drops to his knees and presses the heels of his hands against his eyes in an attempt to stave off the pounding of his head. But this isn’t his hurt, he realizes after a moment. It’s hers, and that thought alone is enough to force him back to his feet, hand reaching out to touch that blue light again. This time, he feels an almost burning heat fanning out from the center of his hand as the blue expands and he watches as it begins to creep across the wall, almost as if it’s beckoning him to follow. He’s never been good at following orders and he has the record to prove it, but he finds his feet moving, seemingly of their own accord, allowing the glow to lead him down the darkened hallway for what seems like forever until it stops, finally, at a room he doesn’t quite recognize. “Why am I here?” Because I need your help, she answers

back, the words cool and gentle within his mind. Find me, John Sheppard. Before it’s too late. “Before what’s too late? What are you trying to tell me?” But she’s already receding from his mind and all he’s left with is a light so bright that penetrates the darkness as John opens his eyes. --- Rodney’s there when John finally comes to under the bright lights of the infirmary. “Oh thank God,” he says as he slumps back into the chair, running a hand across his forehead. “Far be it from me to say I told you so, but--.” He doesn’t get a chance to finish before John is sitting up so quickly that it makes Rodney a bit dizzy, kicking the blankets off of his legs. “Whoa, whoa, whoa.” He stands up, pressing a hand to John’s shoulder to ease him back down onto the mattress and Ronon is on the other side of the bed, doing the same. “Where do you think you’re goin’?” The Satedan asks in his natural rumble. “I have to help her,” John says and Rodney suddenly finds himself a bit miffed at that. “Help who?” He asks and if he sounds a little pissy, he thinks he’s probably allowed because you know, he’s the one been sitting at John’s bedside for the last several hours, worried very much about the possibility of brain damage and now that he’s awake, the first thing he mentions is some second rate harlot and--. “The city,” he rasps and he grabs Ronon’s wrist, trying to force it off of him. “Something’s wrong with the city.” “What? The city is fine,” Rodney says, but he’s reaching for his tablet anyway, pulling up the city schematics to scan over quickly, searching for any indication that something was not right. “See?” He says, and he turns the tablet to face John so he can see for himself. “The back up teams cleaned everything up nicely, there’s absolutely nothing that would indicate--.” “Rodney,” he says and there’s an almost wild look in his eyes as he glances up at the scientist, seemingly pleading with him to just listen. “They missed something. There’s something wrong, we have to--.” “Aye,” Carson greets, a smile on his face. “There ya are. Ya had us quite worried there for a bit. I’d still like to run a few scans--.” Rodney tunes him out as he searches John’s face and he supposes that there is a possibility that something was missed. It’s a huge city, many parts that they’ve yet to explore and the Wraith attack had been devastating. He rationalizes that this could also possibly be attributed to some sort of brain injury, what with the bleeding and the passing out and everything but something in John’s eyes gives him pause. Whatever’s brought him to this conclusion, John seems to truly believe that there’s something wrong with their city, with their home and while Rodney isn’t apt to act without actual evidenced based data, he finds that he can’t quite let this go without investigating. “Stop,” he says, holding up a hand to Carson. “We need to go.” “Go? What are ye on about?” Carson asks, clearly annoyed at the interruption. “We still don’ know what caused the bleedin’ an’--.” “Something’s wrong with the city,” Rodney says, echoing John’s previous statement. “We have to go.” Ronon glances at Rodney from across John’s bed and when Rodney gives a barely there nod, Ronon crowds Carson, gently ushering him away. “Sorry, doc.” “Oh, ye can’t be serious! Rodney!” “Can you stand?” Rodney asks John, and he reaches for him, carefully like he’s not sure where it’s okay to touch, especially in public, but John’s hand grabs his wrists and he squeezes gently. “Thank you.” “If you really want to thank me,” Rodney says dryly, “you can do so by not passing out on me again during what is sure to be a long trip around the city. “I’ll do my best,” John answers solemnly and Rodney supposes that’s as good as it gets. --- It’s dark outside, the Lantean sun having set several hours ago. They’ve split up into groups, Ronon and Teyla, Lorne and McMasters, John and Rodney. They’ve had absolutely no luck in finding anything of consequence and Rodney is trying very hard not to lose his temper because he’s

tried to show John on the tablet several times now that everything still shows all is well, but John is insistent. Desperate even, only growing moreso the farther away they get from the heart of the city. “Teyla, Ronon, this is McKay. Anything?” “No, Rodney,” Teyla answers back almost immediately. “It seems as though everything is still working as it should over this way.” “Lorne?” “All good here, doc. I’m gonna suggest we call it, at least for the night. Some of these labs haven’t properly been cleared yet, I’d like to--.” “No,” John says and when Rodney glances over to give him an exasperated glare, he realizes that John’s nose is bleeding again. “John, what are you--!” “This is the hallway,” he tells Rodney, reaching up to wipe the blood away, smearing it to his cheek. “This is… she needs us…” He reaches out and touches the wall and Rodney watches as it pulsates under his hand, a blue glow flickering to life. He’s always known that Atlantis liked John better than she liked anyone else, has seen it in the way rooms light up for him, the effortless way in which John activates all her tech, but this… this is something else. She’s actually communicatingwith him, he knows it. “Three levels above the east pier,” Rodney says into his comm. “Teyla—” “We are already on our way,” and over the radio, Rodney can hear the heavy footfalls of their feet against the floor. Rodney doesn’t realize that John has walked away, not at first, until he turns to see the glow halfway down the hall, barely illuminating John’s figure as it guides him further into the darkness. Rodney follows, and suddenly, John stops outside of a door. “Is this it?” Rodney asks, but he already knows the answer to the question. He slides his hand over the crystal, but the door doesn’t budge, not that Rodney expected it to. “Okay,” he says, and his voice is gentle now, perhaps more gentle than it’s ever been, but there’s something about the pinched look on John’s face that honestly, truly worries him. It reminds him of how he looked on the jumper, right before he, you know, passed out. He checks his tablet, but he knows it’s a moot point because the city is off-line down here, which is why they never knew there was a problem. The sensors just don’t reach this far, but he thinks he should be able to still get the door open. “John,” Rodney says, and there’s no response. “John.” But John seems not to hear him as he reaches for the door, fingers gripping the edge as he tries, desperately, to pull it open. “Oh, oh. Yes.” Rodney puts the tablet down carefully and he moves to the other side, glancing at John to follow his lead and as John pulls again, the noise that escapes him sends a shiver down Rodney’s spine. He screams as the door finally slides open and now, Rodney notices the blood trickling out of John’s ear, just in time to grab John as he crumples, guiding him to the floor. “Rodney!” Teyla’s voice echoes down the hallway, and Rodney calls back, voice nearing on hystericalas he situates himself below John to pillow his head on his lap. “Here! We’re here!” Ronon comes into view first, gun aimed, followed quickly by Teyla. “We heard screaming, what—John?” “It’s Atlantis!” Rodney says, “She’s using John to communicate, there’s something--.” Ronon needs to hear no more as he slips through the opened door and a second later, there’s the sound of laser fire. Rodney’s petting over John gently, shaking him gently, pleading with him to wake up but it’s to no avail. Teyla has disappeared inside of the room that John brought them to and Rodney risks a fraction of a moment to lean down, letting his lips brush against John’s forehead. “Please, please, please wake up.” John resolutely does not. --- “Did we do it?” He’s somewhere quiet and he’s alone, but he can feel her around him, leaving him warm and comforted, reminding him very much of being wrapped up in his mother’s embrace when he was seven and had the flu. He remembers that because before coming to Atlantis, it was the last time he felt well and

truly loved because she’d died less than three weeks later. You did, and he closes his eyes, letting her warmth wash over him. The pain is gone, both his and hers, he realizes and there’s a feeling of contriteness that settles inside of him, like she’s saying she’s sorry and he guesses she means for basically hijacking his mind. But, as unsettling as it should be, he finds that he’s always known she was there, really. The gentle thrumming, the quiet humming of her power he feels tucked away somewhere in the back of his mind. She wasn’t trying to hurt him, he knows. It’s not just his found family that cares for him, not just Rodney… but her too. There will be no lasting damage, she promises him and the warmth begins to recede, just a bit. To either you or me. But please tell Doctor McKay not to be too angry with me. The darkness is fading now with her and he’s not really sure why she thinks Rodney would be upset with her. He tries to ask, but the feeling of a gentle hand in his hair, a quiet murmuring of voices, breaks through and John closes his eyes, letting it guide him out of the dark. Thank you once again, John Sheppard. You saved us all. --- “—still don’t understand how we didn’t know it was here,” Elizabeth says and Rodney has to fight not to roll his eyes because they’ve been over this, he’s explained it ad nauseum. “The life signs detector is tied in directly with the city’s power grid,” he says exasperatedly and he thinks about reaching for his tablet as a nice visual aide but somewhere along the way, his hand had settled into John’s hair and it’s so soft that he kind of doesn’t want to pull it away. He doesn’t know if it brings John any comfort, but it brings him some, feeling the warmth of the other under his hand and damn if he’ll let anyone take that away from him. Even at the sake of his own sanity for having to go through this again. “That part of the city still doesn’t get any power. No power means it can’t communicate with us. We never would’ve known.” “… never would’ve known what?” The raspy voice from the bed asks and Rodney very nearly topples out of his chair as he yanks his hand back, gaping down at John, and “oh, thank god!” “Wraith,” Ronon says by way of explanation, like it’s the most natural thing in the world and Rodney supposes maybe it is. After all, at least for right now, it’s the Wraith that’s proved to be their biggest pain in the ass. “Technically, a Wraith transmitter,” Rodney corrects and he can’t quite tear his eyes away. “The Wraith was.. well, indisposed, as it was. How are you feeling?” “What d’y’mean ‘indisposed’?” “It blew itself up when it realized that the room was heavily shielded and that the beacon couldn’t get through,” Ronon says and Rodney glares at him, because he’sthe one who likes to do all the explaining, thank you very much. “Blew a hole in the wall almost the size of a jumper.” “Yes, well,” Rodney says, steering the conversation back, “somehow, there was some sort of a fail safe built into the city’s infrastructure. There was a kind of a force field where the wall used to be, not unlike that of the cells, but with no power, it wouldn’t have held much longer. When it failed, that thing would’ve sent our coordinates to every Wraith hive ship in the galaxy and well, the ruse would’ve been up. But enough about that, how are you feeling?” “Kinda like I got hit by a truck,” John says and he shifts on the bed to sit up a bit more. “The transmitter’s been taken care of?” “Blasted into almost as many pieces as the Wraith,” Ronon says proudly and Teyla squeezes his arm gently. “We are very glad that you are awake, John,” she says diplomatically, “but perhaps it would be best if we let you rest?” “Whaddya mean? That’s all he’s been doing,” Ronon scoffs, but Teyla tugs at his arm anyway, bless her. “Come,” she says. “Elizabeth, perhaps I could help you in your office, go over the schedule for the teams set to search the rest of the city?” And whatever look she shares with Elizabeth has her nodding, turning to give them both a

smile. “Of course, thank you Teyla,” she says and she reaches out for John, squeezing his arm gently. “Good to have you back with us, John.” John lifts a hand in response as everyone filters out, leaving him and Rodney alone. “You’re an idiot,” Rodney says, just because it’s expected of him, has become part of their standard routine whenever John lands himself in the infirmary. “For what?” “Oh, I don’t know, for letting a sentient city scramble your brains.” “She said she’s sorry, you know,” John says and Rodney rolls his eyes. “Of course she did. And when did we decide that she was a sheafter all? I suppose it makes sense, what with the way women across twogalaxies fawn over you, the famous Colonel Kirk.” “It’s okay to be jealous, Rodney.” “Excuse me? I am not jealous! I just think it’s a little funny that--.” “She even said she hopes you’re not too mad at her,” John interrupts. “What? Why would she care about that?” “I dunno,” he shrugs and he lays back against the pillow, closing his eyes. “Guess she knows how important you are to me. Probably wouldn’t wanna get in your bad graces…” He still can’t get used to this, this… thing. Where they care about each other, but have finally matured enough emotionally to say it out loud. “Yes well,” Rodney sniffs, and settles his hand back against John’s hair, “I’ll forgive her this time. But you tell that harlot--!” “Rodney,” John groans, “she said she’s sorry.” “Alright, alright,” he says and he leans forward, maybe a bit hesitantly, before he presses his lips against John’s. “I’m just… glad you’re okay.” “Yeah,” John agrees. “Me too, buddy. Now how about less talking and more hair petting?” Frankly, there’s nowhere else Rodney would rather be. “Go back to sleep, dummy.” “With pleasure.”

#mcshep #sga fic #fandom: sga #john sheppard #rodney mckay #john sheppard whump #sentient!atlants #post the siege #unofficial sequel #stargate atlantis #sga #john sheppard/rodney mckay

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Miraculous: Tales of Kick-Ass

requested by a lovely anon 💕

Dave Lizewski x fem!reader (miraculous au)

warnings: cursing.

word count: 1814

a/n: Dave has a kwami!! Cause if we are going with Miraculous au, we are doing it properly.

“I am here again, live ,with New York’s favourite superhero battling against his archnemesis in the background. But do not worry! I just saw Hit Girl arrive at the scene and they seem to have everything under control.” the reporter, Lizzie Blonde, says through the tv in Atomic Comics. You are not sure when all of this has started, when New York turned into a battlefield for superheros and supervillains. New York used to be normal. Alright, scratch that, New York was always one crazy place.

Not that you mind particularly, you were always a fan of superheroes and comics and to see them, in your city? That was beyond exciting. Not to mention your major crush on kick-Ass.

You took a sip from your milkshake and looked around the comic store. Dave should be here by now. Not that you are surprised he is not here. He is always late nowadays. Marty and Todd fanboyed next to you about hit Girl as you kept looking at your phone and the door, waiting for your best friend to give any sign of him.

In the tv the superhero pair just took out the Motherfucker’s minions. You sigh a bit worried. What if Dave got in trouble? What if he is in that part of the city where the fight is going on? It’s only a few blocks away and if he got hurt it would explain why he is not responding to your messages..

You hesitantly stood up and walked outside the shop. You heard a loud crash in the distance. You bit your lip, debating whether you should go and look for Dave or not. You heard a loud cheer coming from outside, the heros probably won. Again.

You finally decided to go and look for Dave, so you started speed walking toward the street you saw in the news. Maybe you will not only find Dave but see Kick-Ass too!

Of course Dave is more important but.. You saw a green figure flash from one of the rooftops. You gasped, Kick-Ass jumped on a building, only a few meters away from you.

The hero seemed to notice you and waved his hand at you.

You almost fainted, but went to grab your phone to take a picture of him but by the time you looked up he was long gone. You looked around confused but quickly remembered why you came. You started running again, when from an alleyway someone ran into you.

“AAA”

“AAAA”

“Oh my god y/n!”

“Dave! What are you doing here?” you grasp your chest, hoping your heart won’t fall out of its place.

“I could ask the same!”

“I was worried about you! So I came looking and..Are you alright?” you carefully touch his cheek where a small cut is, slightly bleeding. The boy slightly brushes your hand away and tries to hide the light pink flash on his cheek.

“I’m fine, I was on my way to Atomic’s when the fight started and I figured I would be safer here.” he lied effortlessly. You nodded.

“I’m glad you are okay.” you say, before remembering what happened a few seconds ago. “Oh my gosh, Dave! I was walking on the street looking for you and you will never believe what happened! Kick-Ass, The Kick-Ass saw me and waved! Ahh! It was so awesome!”

Dave laughed softly, “I bet it was. Let’s go back to Atomic’s, okay?”

You guys spend most of your afternoon there, talking about the fight and the superhero duo.

“..so in conclusion, I love Hit Girl and she is so awesome. But Kick-Ass? Gosh, he is so hot!” you gesture with your hands. Dave clears his throat and lifts his drink to his lips. Marty rolls his eyes at you.

“You can’t even see his face!” he throws his hand in the air. Dave and Todd start laughing.

“Hey, man, leave the girl alone.” Dave says, slightly nudging your side. “But really y/n, Kick-Ass could be a nerd like me, for all you know.”

“That would be some Peter Parker shit.” you say grabbing a french fry. “But, I don’t really care for his looks, like.. The idea of him? You know? Like he is a motherducking hero for Stan Lee's sake!"

" That's kinda.. I don't know. Shallow? Having a crush on someone you don't even know? " Dave says and barely noticeably tucks a small piece of pizza in his pocket. Before you can say anything Todd beats you to it.

"Well that's rich coming from the guy who was practically drooling over Scarlet Witch in The Ultimates."

"That's a completely different thing."

Todd opens his mouth to respond when the harsh sound of the news channel floods the comic shop. You all turn to the tv and see that New York is once again under attack. Dave furrows his eyebrows.

"Twice?" he asks himself. Before he jumps up from the booth you all are sitting at.

"I just uhm… I just remembered I have to rush home to help my dad!"

"Yo dude, what the heck?" yells Todd after your best friend.

"Sorry, guys I have to run!" and with that Dave is out the door, leaving all his friends including you, confused and kinda upset. He finds the first alleyway and soon his kwami flies out of his pocket.

"Dave? What's going on? We never have to fight twice a day." the little kwami, Kai says. His name is not actually Kai but as he is a lost kwami he never learned what his name is so Dave was the one to give him the name Kai.

"I don't know, little dude but we better check it out."

There wasn't anything big, Chris Damico just couldn't take the fact that he lost again and angrily tried to strike at the innocent citizens of New York in hopes of destroying Kick-Ass too. Instead he ended up getting his.. Well getting his ass kicked.

Dave didn't change back just yet, instead he jumped from rooftop to rooftop to get home. It got pretty late so it would be stupid to go back to Atomic Comics as you guys probably left. He felt bad for bailing on you again. He hated leaving you. Even if he could play superhero and save people. The look on your face every time he rushed away to a fight? Ugh, he hates it.

Dave jumps down to an alleyway to transform back when a girl turns into the alley. Wait. It's not just a girl, it's you!

Dave tries to jump behind trash bags to hide but you already saw him.

"Kick-Ass?" he hears your voice. He sighs and comes out of his impromptu hiding spot.

"Haha, guilty as charged."

"Oh my gosh, we met earlier! You waved at me, do you remember? Ah, of course you don't, you meet so many people every day." you would have kept on rambling if it wasn't for Dave. He tried his hardest not to giggle at your fangirling, that he knows oh so well and said.

" I actually do remember you y/-, random citizen! "

Fuck! Dave curses himself. He almost said your name! Stupid, stupid, stupid!

You did seem to hear anything but the fact that your superhero crush remembered you from earlier. You felt your cheeks heating up a bit.

"You.. You do? Gosh, really? That's so awesome, you are like… ahgh you are so awesome."

"You think so?" Kick-Ass asks, smiling. "Well, you seem like a pretty awesome girl, too. What is a pretty, awesome girl like you doing out this late?"

Dave feels weird talking to you like this, cause you don't know he is actually your best friend but… Dave also finds that a bit helpful? He could never compliment you as Dave, not like this. He would end up blushing and dying from embarrassment. But Kick-Ass? He is a cool dude, who has no problem flirting with the ladies.

"Oh, well I was hanging with my friends at Atomic Comics."

"So you like superheros?" he asks, leaning against a wall in a 'cool way'.

"Oh, yeah."you nod, gulping."I love them."

You slowly mingled in conversation. Dave softly flirted with you every once in a while and you always responded with a sweet smile and some nice comeback. Both of you were so in the conversation, you didn't even bother to pay attention to your surroundings. Dave for example, didn't even hear the beeping, the warning that he would transfer back from Kick-Ass to Dave Lizewski. When he realized what was going on it was already too late. His kwami fell tiredly into his hands.

"Oh shit, oh no, oh shit, shit.. Aah." Dave looked around for help, any help but it was worthless. You already saw him transform. You know.

Dave slowly, terrified of your reaction, gazed over to you.

But you just stared at him.

"Look, n/n-"

"This is some Peter Parker shit." you whispered,still starring. But then you snapped out of it. "What the actual fuck, Dave?"

"I know, I know, I am so sorry y/n! I couldn't tell you and fuck! I am so sorry for flirting with you, it's just I could never have the confidence to do that as Dave and- Ah, I just ruined our friendship and I think I should just leave.." he turned around and tried to walk away but you grabbed his hand and pulled him back. You quickly pressed your lips against his. Dave barely had time to react, he froze. Was this really happening? Is this a dream?

" You are a real asshole, Dave. "you say after pulling away." You are lucky I love you. "

"You what?" Dave asks with his eyes wide open. "I thought you had a 'major crush' on Kick-Ass."

"Well, yeah, but I like you better." you say with a small smile. Before Dave can say anything you spot the tired kwami in his hand. "Dave, what the fuck is that?"

"Oh shit." he pulls out a small snack from his pocket and gives it to Kai who starts munching on it immediately. "He is Kai. He is my kwami, he is basically the source of my powers."

"Uhm, hi." you wave at the small creature.

The kwami looks up at you and then at Dave.

"This is wrooong."

"Shut up, little dude." he turns to you, scratching his back with his free hand. "So, uhm can I walk you home… as not your best friend?"

You shake your head with a laugh.

"I want nothing more." you take his hand and you two walk with huge smiles on both of your faces.

Maybe this was an accident, but at the end of the day Kick-Ass defeated his enemy, saved New York twice, but it was Dave Lizewski who ended up getting the girl.

Here's how I imagined Kai, his kwami (i am no digital artist, i know it look horrible 😂😂) :

taglist: @sethcohenluvr @your-hispanichufflepuff

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willwriteforhugs · 3 years

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in vino veritas- song mingi (part two)

bestfriend! mingi x reader- part two of two !

~childhood friends to lovers au~

word count: 2.1k

genre: angst, fluff

synopsis: after your lifelong best-friend confesses his love for you, the two of you have to deal with the emotional (and very embarrassing) repercussions.

warnings: drunkenness, a minor hangover

if you haven’t read part one, please do so! find it here :)

a/n: HUGE apologies about how long this conclusion took! i took a *long* break from writing right after i said i’d write this... *face palm* but i still had a couple of people who really wanted to see this, and i’m hoping they still do! (or did they give up on me...?) anyways, thank you so much for the continued support, even while i was absent. happy reading, and i hope your heart doesn’t break in two<3

- allison

- - -

“please. please love me again.”

the words are like a smack to the face. they sting, the same way a slap does- and for a moment you can’t breathe. in that moment, you wish he had just hit you, because it would feel nearly the same. but you know mingi more than you know yourself, and he hasn’t hit you since you were children. he never would.

mingi looks down at you, his face contorted in what you assume is a sort of drunken sadness. finally, you form a coherent thought.

no, no, no. you just can’t do this.

your hands are trembling, you notice. you slowly take your hand from him, backtracking a few steps until your back is against the wall. he doesn’t fight it, and he doesn’t break eye contact once.

“love me again...”

you never thought you’d hear those words come out of his mouth. no. how could he do this? reject you as a lovestruck high schooler without a second thought, but then pull this four years later? it’s sick. it’s sick because you were heartbroken. because you still are.

it’s sick because despite every ounce of your body wanting to reject him, to push him away- there is a small part of you that wants to say yes. to say yes, yes, yes, i will love you again, and it will be so easy, because i never stopped.

“y/n-ah.”

mingi’s voice sounds husky- the way it sounds right after he wakes up, or when he eats something particularly bitter.

it’s also how his voice sounds when he’s terribly, terribly sad, and you wish you didn’t know these things about him.

“y/n, listen to me.” his eyes bore into yours, and he begins to stutter again. “i was an idiot, saying the things i did. i know- i know i felt that way at the time, but- but dear god, if i’d known what i was going to lose? i just..”

“mingi.” to your own surprise, your voice is a stark contrast to his- it’s clear and sharp. decisive. “i need you to stop.”

your counterpart cringes.

“listen,” you plow on. “you. are. drunk. you do not understand what you are saying, but understand this- you’ve upset me.”

finally, your voice breaks a little. “you broke my heart, mingi, and i haven’t forgotten. but i don’t want to remember. so here’s what we are going to do- i am going to go to bed, in my room, and i am going to be alone. somehow i still have an obligation to help you, so you will sleep right here, on this couch. tomorrow morning you will take an advil, call a car, and leave my home. understood?”

you see mingi’s eyes begin to water, and the crack in your chest seems to expand.

“don’t.” you whisper. “don’t do this to me.”

mingi looks down at the floor for a moment, and finally, having decided to remain quiet, sinks onto the sofa. you turn to leave the room, but as you leave, he calls out again;

“i’m sorry, y/n.”

you just manage to get your bedroom door shut before the sobs start.

- - -

you wish you could stay in the dark forever.

the light streaming through your windows is just so invasive...

but maybe the real reason you don’t wish to get up is the man currently sprawled across your living room couch.

god, what even happened last night? will he even remember the things he said?

a part of you- well, most of you- hopes he doesn’t. that would surely simplify things. but even so, you also kind of hope he does remember.

you want to know if he meant it.

- - -

finally, you sit up in bed, stretching your arms out. when you manage to stand up as well, you beeline for the bathroom.

a quick glance in the mirror confirms your previous suspicions- your face is puffy, from all of the crying.

good god, the crying...

you know he could hear you, and you are humiliated. not that you think of crying as a bad thing, not inherently- but you have almost never cried in front of mingi, and to think you did last night. and that it was because of him...

you shove your insecurities aside and wash your face. you throw on a simple outfit, and finally you come to stare at your door.

sighing, you open it as quietly as you can. maybe he’ll still be asleep, and you can slip out unnoticed?

but no such luck. mingi is sitting on the couch, his feet propped up. he doesn’t hold a phone, and the tv isn’t on. not a book in sight- he’s just staring up at the ceiling.

you close your eyes as they begin to sting.

you can’t believe the effect he’s had on you all these years- and that you’d managed to ignore it for so long. but you can’t ignore it anymore, not with it being the main cause of your pain the past day.

biting your tongue, you step into view. mingi immediately notices you, and shoots into a more presentable position.

“y/n-ah.”

you pause to meet his eyes. “i thought i’d told you to leave.”

mingi frowns slightly. “and i thought i’d elect to ignore that part of our conversation.”

so he does remember.

shit.

“are you hungover?” you ask.

“only a bit.” he responds stiffly.

you heave a sigh, and the two of you look at each other for a moment, the air stuffy and thick with tension.

you break the silence with a strained whisper. “are we gonna do this?”

mingi doesn’t hesitate to respond, though his voice is no louder than yours was. “i think we have to.”

you frown, knowing he’s right.

but it hurts, and you wish more than anything it was an ache you could ignore. but your heart has been slowly dying for years now- a fact that you are now painfully aware of.

is it too late to fix it?

before you can say anything more, mingi continues to talk.

“first of all, y/n- i just. i’m so sorry. for coming here last night. i was drunk and i was sad and i didn’t know where else to go.”

“why didn’t you just go home?” you can’t help but sound slightly bitter.

“do you believe me when i say i didn't even think to? all i knew is that i wanted to see you.”

you inhale sharply, and years of sadness burn the back of your eyes. “mingi, i don’t care that you came here in the first place. but i care about the havoc you wreaked when you did.” you stumble over your words. “you- you said you loved me.”

his face is filled with some sort of resignment, but he keeps his eyes on you. “i know i did.”

“why?”

“because i do.”

heat claws its way up your neck, and you feel the first of the tears begin to flow. “no. you can’t- please, mingi, you can’t just come in here and say that. not after- not after what you did to me.”

mingi bites his lip hard, now looking at the floor. his eyes are wet. “i know that.” his voice sounds pained. “i know that, y/n. that’s why i never intended on telling you... apparently the beer had other plans.”

“what do you mean, ‘never intended’?” you snap. “you mean to say you’ve been in love with me for- for what, a time- even after you told me it would never happen?”

“i was young, y/n! i still am young, but god- i was 16! i didn’t even know what love was! and if you had ever asked me in these recent years-” his voice cracks, and his face displays years of cleverly disguised pain. “if you’d asked me what my biggest regret was, i would have said you. i would have said turning down the love of my life because i was a pubescent idiot.”

even through the tears, you manage to snort at this.

after a moment, mingi manages a half-hearted smile. “so, uh- are you still trying to kick me out?”

“not really.” you mumble. “but that doesn’t mean i’m happy with you.”

when he doesn’t say anything, you force yourself to continue, even through the tears. “i’m just surprised. you know- do you remember what you told me? you told me that it was just a crush, so you were letting me down easy. but- mingi-ah, it was never just a crush... i loved you, i really did.”

mingi lets a small sigh escape his mouth, and moves to stand in front of you. he gently brushes your hand with his- an invitation. and against your better will, you reach out and take it.

“do you think,” he whispers. “do you think you still could?”

another fat teardrop rolls down your cheek. “that sounds a lot like what you said last night, and you were really drunk.” you whisper back.

“i’m not drunk.” mingi murmurs. “drunk in love, maybe.”

“you’re an idiot.”

“obviously.”

“and i hate you.”

“mmhmm.”

“please kiss me.”

and he does.

his lips crash against yours, and you actually give a small yelp of surprise. but the surprise is overwhelmed by the instant rush of emotion you feel- mingi kisses you with an intensity you’ve never experienced. like at any moment he might lose you, like there really is no tomorrow.

he parts his lips along with yours, slipping his tongue into your mouth. you actually feel your knees weaken a bit- but the moment passes, and he moves away from your mouth. he leans downwards and places slow, deliberate kisses along your neck. your hands are tangled in his hair, and his are on your hips. and then it hits you- you are kissing song mingi- the boy whom you vowed to never touch, the boy you always knew you wanted.

the kiss is a kiss of passion- of regret, of betrayal, of bitterness and of love. it is unlike anything you’ve known. it’s fully fueled by the destroyed hearts of two people who love each other too much.

you never want it to end.

the kiss is everything and nothing, beautiful and painful. it’s all that mingi has ever been.

suddenly, mingi pulls away from you, ending the kiss abruptly. you jerk back in surprise, face burning. had you done something wrong? what the hell were you thinking? you two should be at each other’s throats-

mingi interrupts your thoughts as he grasps your hand in his, leaning down to rest his forehead against yours. “are you alright?” he murmurs.

you glance up, having nearly forgotten that you were in literal tears only minutes before. “yeah, i’m- i’m okay. are you?” on the inside, you wonder. why did he stop? what are we doing? is this okay?

“honestly? i don’t know.”

your brief high falters.

“y/n.” his voice is serious again. “please, y/n. is this really what you want?”

he’s worried that i’m just doing this to fix things.

“mingi.” you force him to meet your eyes. the room is dead silent, and your voice is a little raspy, but it needs to be said. you need to say it, you just do. “i love you.”

the moment washes over the room like a cool breeze. mingi’s eyes soften to a look of love and concern, and a small smile quirks at his lips. “what? you mean it?”

a moment ago, you were actually scared that you wouldn’t- but now that it was said...

“yes. stars, yes. i love you- i’ve loved you as long as i’ve known you, but i think i was so scared of that love- and of yours- that i shoved it away. but i do, and i’m sure i always will.”

“i love you too.” he manages. “and maybe i didn’t mean to get drunk and say all the things i did, but- but i don’t think i regret it. because i love you, and want to take back everything i said all those years ago. cause i loved you then, too, i just didn’t know it. i hurt you, and that almost ruined this for us. so will you help me make it up to you?”

“how?” you murmur, a feeling of nervous anticipation washing over you.

“let me kiss you a little longer.”

you smile, knowing that even though things aren’t totally fixed yet- and the two of you have a long way to go- you still have gotten him back. mingi. your best friend. your love. your life.

“gladly.”

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 4 years

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𝑀𝑎𝑓𝑖𝑎! 𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑊𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝐷𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑

Warning: This was a really angsty reaction that contains mentions of violence, death, terrifying scenes and overall ugly crying with runny noses and snot bubbles.

Disclaimer: In no way am I condoning, supporting, justifying or encouraging mafia activities or lifestyle. This is all fictional and not meant to represent real life scenarios.

ྉ𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰ྉ

When Hongjoong received the pictures of you and your son held captive, he immediately got all of his men and went to go look for you both. He expected his rivals to set up a trap for him, why else would they make their location so obvious? So he prepared and in the end, it was them who ended up falling into his trap.

Hongjoong searched everywhere for you two like a mad man, he broke down every door and tore almost every room apart to find you. Finally, he reached a room and in the corner, he saw your body holding onto your son, your coat draped over his tiny body. He ran over to you guys and desperately tried to wake you up. His finger grazed your neck and that's when he realized there was no pulse.

"No..."

He began crying, thinking it was all over for him. Seonghwa, who was right next to him, checked the boy's body and spoke up:

"He's still alive. He's still breathing. Only unconscious."

Hongjoong now realized that you knew that the temperature of the room was too cold to survive in for too long, especially for someone so young. That's why your coat was over your son, that's why you held onto him, your body's warmth would end up helping him. His tears intensified but he kept his composure.

He picked up his son's sleeping body and gave it to Seonghwa, before picking up your own and walking out of the damned place. Once he was outside, he gave orders for the boy to be taken somewhere to receive medical attention. He looked back at the immense house in front of him before ordering:

"Burn this place to the ground. Find the rest of the people responsible for this.....and burn them as well..."

ྉ𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪ྉ

In Seonghwa's mind, none of this was supposed to happen. His family was supposed to be a secret, he went to great lengths to make sure none of his enemies knew about you two. But they ended up finding out, and now you were all cornered and put in danger in none other than your son's birthday party.

It all happened too fast. Shots were being relentlessly fired by both sides, while you were trying to get your son and yourself out of there unharmed. You ended up stumbling and losing your balance, thus releasing your hold on your son, making him a prime target for the enemy. Seonghwa noticed right away how one of the men took aim at the little boy. He tried to make his way towards him, but there were too many obstacles to him.

You immediately got up and pulled your son to your body, 3 gunshots hitting you in the back right in that moment. Seonghwa watched in horror as your lifeless body fell to the floor, still holding onto your son, protecting him from the fatal bullets.

Something snapped inside of Seonghwa at that moment. Before he was just shooting to distract, now he was set on killing all of the men in there. His men and him ended up overpowering the others, his rage making him go ballistic and finishing them off as if they were no competition.

Once it was all done, he raced to where you were. His son was crying hysterically, some of your blood dripping down his face. Seonghwa picked him up and held him close, trying to calm him down through the tears he himself was spilling.

"It's ok buddy. Daddy's here. Daddy will protect you. I'll make sure nothing will ever happen to you..."

ྉ𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸ྉ

Yunho raced over to the house. When he heard your frantic screams through the phone and the glass shattering, he was already running to his car to help you out. He even called back up to have them help him if there was too many men.

All through the drive, his grip on the steering wheel was harsh, he prayed to anything and everything that you and your baby daughter were safe....that you were alive.

He kicked the door open, searching for any sign of you both. He called your name frantically, but there was no answer. He went to the master bedroom and stopped in the doorway when he saw you lying on the floor, already out cold. He fell at his knees and held you close, crying erratically. He couldn't believe that he lost you, and your baby was nowhere to be seen. He felt like he was going insane.

He then heard what seemed to be shuffling and crying coming from the closet. He stopped to listen and the crying suddenly sounded familiar to him. Opening the closet, he saw that there was nightstand that wasn't there before, and when he moved it, there was a huge hole in the wall, large enough to fit your baby in there, hidden from anyone.

"Oh my God!"

Yunho immediately snatched her up, trying to make her stop crying. His crying slowed down, he was happy to know his daughter was alive and it broke his heart to know that even in your last moments, your concern was to make sure she was safe.

"I'm so sorry....."

Yunho felt that this was all his fault. He wasn't there to save you and by a miracle your daughter was saved. He vowed that day that he'd leave the mafia world and retire far away, somewhere where he could take care of your baby, away from any danger and harm. He owed that to you.

ྉ𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼��𝓷𝓰ྉ

Yeosang and you were out in a drive with your son in the backseat, enjoying some family time. None of you expected to have someone shoot one of your tires, making Yeosang loose control of the vehicle. He tried to regain control and for a while it worked, until they blew off another tire and you guys crashed into a tree.

Yeosang felt blood pouring down his head, but he didn't care. He looked back towards you and tried to take off your seatbelt.

"No..." You weakly pushed his hand away and pointed to your son.

"Our son....get him out first."

Yeosang nodded and dashed to the backseat. It was hard to get your son out one because he was crying hysterically and two his seatbelt was stuck. Knowing you were running out of time, you used whatever strength you had left and took out a pocket knife you kept in your purse. You reached over and cut the seatbelt off before yanking the boy and giving him to Yeosang.

"Go! Get out!"

Yeosang clutched the boy tightly and fell out of the vehicle. He ran a safe distance away, hoping to get the boy away before going back to get you. But a loud explosion from behind made him fall to the ground, luckily he maneuvered himself so your son fell on top of him.

Yeosang sat up and watched as the car burst into flames. He went into shock as he realized there was nothing he could do to save you now. He didn't know how to react. He stood there frozen for a while, as his son cried into his shoulder, calling out for you.

Yeosang wanted to cry, but he found it impossible. His emotions were locked into place. One thing was for sure...

He was going to find out who ever was responsible for this and make them pay, even if it costed him his own life.

ྉ𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷ྉ

San looked down at the beaten man in front of him. His face was badly bruised and he was close to death.

"Now.... wanna answer me why you're here?" San asked for what seemed to be the 20th time.

The man groaned. "I'm telling you... I don't fucking know! I don't even know you!"

San scoffed. "You say you don't know me....well you're about to."

He took out a photo of a very beautiful woman and held it in front of him.

"See her? Her name was Y/N."

The man looked at San with a face that asked 'so'?. San stood up before continuing his story.

"May 16th, 2019 was the day she died, exactly 1 year ago......she died in a fire that was set to her house. Like the brave woman she was, she rescued her son and she was the one who woke up her husband. Her husband tried to save her to, but it was too late....."

San stopped briefly and took a deep breath, the memories coming back to him, threatening to make him go mad once again.

"He had to watch as the house collapse with her inside....the love of his life ripped away from him. His son left with no mother to take care of him..."

San looked back at the man, who now looked like he knew where this was going.

"At first they thought it was an accident, an electric short or gas leak......but no. It was sabotage. Someone deliberately went out of their way to kill a mafia boss and his innocent family..."

San grabbed the man's hair and yanked it harshly.

"That boss was me you dirty little bastard. And you may not know me personally, maybe you were just doing your job someone hired you to do. But I made it my personal mission to find you and make you pay for what you did to me."

San smiled a psychotically as he took out a knife and a whip from a toolbox.

"After I'm done with you, you're going to wish you crossed paths with the devil instead."

ྉ𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲ྉ

Mingi held his daughter's hand as they strolled through the zoo, looking at all the animals in there.

"Daddy!"

The little girl pointed towards the immense giraffes up ahead of them. Mingi chuckled, knowing what his daughter was referring to.

"Wanna go see them up close?"

The little girl nodded and sped over to see the giraffes. Her little feet were jumping up and down, trying to get a better look. Mingi smiled and picked his daughter up, setting her on top of his shoulders.

"There. Now you're as tall as them." He told her, causing her to giggle.

The little girl started exclaiming and squealing over the animals. Mingi just kept a smile at her reactions.

"Look! It's daddy with mommy!" She suddenly blurted out.

Mingi's smile left his face at that comment. On one part, he was glad she still remembered you and thought of you. On the other, it pained him to remember you. It's been years and he was still mourning over you. The images were still fresh in his mind, images of you hurt, beaten and bloodied. You were tortured for hours, but still refused to tell them the location of your daughter. Mingi came in time only to say goodbye, promising you to protect your daughter at all costs. That's why he ended up moving away. To start a new life. To get away from the pain and try to keep his daughter safe from anyone.

"Daddy! Look! Pandas like Uncle Jongho!" His daughter's voice snapped him back to reality.

Mingi smiled again and took his daughter off his shoulders and into his arms.

"Wanna go see them? And then we'll see the dolphins. You'll see how much they'll remind you of Uncle Wooyoung."

ྉ𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰ྉ

Wooyoung paced back and forth in the waiting room. He rushed you over to the hospital once he came home and found you pinned down on the floor, a hired assassin on top of you, trying to finish you off. But even in your pregnant state you gave him a good fight, using all your strength to make sure the baby you were carrying was safe. Wooyoung got him off you, killed him and took you to the hospital.

He was extremely nervous. The other members came to help and comfort him. But nothing could comfort him when the doctor told him they had to do an emergency c-section to be able to save your baby.

"However......I suggest you prepare yourself. There's very slim chances your wife would survive....I'm sorry..."

Wooyoung's heart stopped. He couldn't talk for a while. He refused to believe it, he began praying that you would make it, he just wasn't prepared to let you go.

San was the one who came in to tell him the news. Wooyoung just took one look at his friend to know that you were gone. He fell to the floor and began crying. San teared up and held his friend close, muttering a bunch of apologies, heartbroken for him.

"I can't do this San..... I need her... I can't live without her.." Wooyoung sobbed.

"Wooyoung, you have to. You have a beautiful baby girl now that needs you. Don't you want to meet her?"

Wooyoung wiped his tears and nodded. He knew you'd want him to be strong for your daughter. He walked into the room and saw his baby already in an incubator. Even though she was asleep, he could tell she looked just like you. He smiled softly and started crying again, a mixture of sadness and happiness.

"Hi babygirl. Looks like it's just you and me now...."

ྉ𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸ྉ

Jongho and his men swarmed into the boat that held you and your daughter hostage. They immobilized all the rivals they came across as he searched every cabin and room, trying to find you and get you out of there.

He arrived just in time to stop one of the masked men from doing anything to the little girl. Making sure his daughter wasn't looking, he put a bullet to the man's head before checking to make sure she was all right.

"Honey. Are you ok? Where's mommy?" He asked.

The little girl began crying as she pointed towards the joint bathroom in the room. Jongho stood up and slowly opened the door, trying to prepare himself for the worst. His heart dropped when he took in the sight of your body in the enormous bathtub, just floating lifelessly there. He rushed over and took you out, holding you for the last time, silently crying and cursing himself for not getting there sooner.

One of his men came in and informed him that all the enemies were captured and they were awaiting orders from him. Jongho picked you up and ordered his helicopter to make coordinates to the nearest hospital. He looked back at his daughter and took her trembling hand, smiling softly at her and trying to comfort her even though he was broken inside himself. He began leading her out to the deck, when the person behind him stopped him.

"Sir, what about the survivors?" His subordinate asked, referring to the enemies that were now held in one of the rooms.

Jongho's grip on your body tightened and he looked back at the man before replying with a cold stare:

"There are no survivors...."

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nothing-but-dreamy · 3 years

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CRASH

Pairing: FFXV! NYX ULRIC x GENDER NEUTRAL!READER

Words: 2.050

Warnings: none;

Summary: One morning on your way to work, you crash into a cute guy not expecting seeing him again in the evening.

You were running late. Again. There was no way your boss would buy another lame excuse if you wouldn't hurry. Maybe, if one of the six would be with you, you still could make it on time. If you were fast. Well, faster than fast. Maybe fast like a chocobo…

You were so deep in your thoughts with your eyes glued at your phone that you barely noticed anything around you. You knew the way. Blindly. Flying down the different streets in the heart of the city for two years. You knew every single light signal, every street sign and every building by heart.

What you didn't know was that big rocks could suddenly emerge from the ground because as you ran into something it felt as if you were slamming straight into a massive wall made of stone. You bumped into it, bouncing back from the rock before you fell.

But there was no impact on the ground…

"Hey, it's okay. I got you. You can open your eyes.", a soft male voice spoke close to your ear.

Only then, you felt two strong arms embracing your waist. As you raised your gaze, you got greeted by ocean blue eyes filled with concern, "The… the rock can speak.", you breathed startled, '...And is handsome as hell.', you thought further.

"Excuse me, what did you say?", the man asked confusedly and checked on you. He had noticed that the impact had been hard, you were straight crashing into him with some kind of speed, but it shouldn't cause any real trouble for your health.

You shook your head quickly to get your mind under control again, "I- I'm sorry.", you breathed, showing the man, who steadied your stand, a huge smile, "Thanks for catching me so quickly."

"It was my pleasure- hey, where are you going?", the man asked surprised.

You were already back on your way, "I'm sorry. I have to go. But it was nice crashing into you.", you called out before you hurried down the street.

Nyx stepped forward, following you but stopped again as his feet kicked at something. A small smartphone slid over the stones of the pavement. Nyx caught it before it could fall on the street and would get hit by a car.

Without a second thought, Nyx ran after you, trying to catch up but as he turned the corner of a coffee shop, you were already out of sight.

***

"Hey, what is that? Fancy new phone?", Libertus asked as he sat next to his friend.

Once again, Nyx nudged the display to turn it on. A picture of you with a cat showed up. Your eyes were sparkling and your smile breathtakingly beautiful. Only the little box with the PIN request threw a shadow of the image, "Actually, I… I found it this morning. It's theirs.", he said and pointed at the picture that glowed up again.

Libertus turned the phone over, "Looks cute. Seems to have money if they can afford such an expensive thing."

"Yeah…", Nyx breathed and frowned. It was indeed the newest model and didn't even have one scratch. And even if he had been distracted by your eyes and smile, he had noticed your expensive looking clothes, your styled hair and even the fancy shoes.

"But… Why do you have their phone?", Libertus asked.

Nyx got brought back from the daydreaming about you, "They crashed into me this morning. I guess they were on their way to work because they left pretty fast. I found the phone on the ground and ran after them but they were already out of sight.", he explained.

"Have you tried to find a number?", Libertus asked.

Nyx chuckled dryly, turning on the display once again, pointing at it, "What do you think this is, huh?"

"A cat.", Libertus answered, not getting the reason behind the question.

Nyx leant back in his chair while running a hand over his face, "I meant the PIN. I need a PIN to unlock the phone or otherwise, I don't have access."

"Oh... Well, but maybe Pelna can help-"

"Glaives! Into the briefing room!", Captain Drautos called out and within seconds your phone disappeared back into the pocket of Nyx' uniform jacket.

Unfortunately, it stayed there for the rest of the day…

***

Nyx was bushed. Because everything was pretty calm at the moment with no new attacks on Insomnia by Niflheim, Nyx and the other Glaives should train to stay focused. At the end of the day, Nyx scuffed into the locker room completely exhausted. He sat down on a bench and raked his fingers through his hair to relax a little bit.

"Hey, Nyx! Libertus! Wanna stop at Yamachang's?", Luche asked.

Nyx nodded without looking up. To get something to eat and to drink would be nice after a full day of training.

"Haven't you forgotten something?", Libertus asked and nudged Nyx' shoulder.

"What do you mean?"

"The fancy phone you found? Or do you wanna keep it after all?", Libertus asked with a grin, knowingly exactly that Nyx wouldn't do something like this.

Nyx' head shot up as he remembered, "Fuck… I totally forgot the phone!", he whispered and jumped up.

"Where are you going?", Luche called out, looking confused after his friend.

"I have to find Pelna!"

***

Thirty minutes later, Nyx had the address of your place. Once again, Pelna had worked his magic when it came to technology and information. Very quickly, Pelna found out your name and that you lived in the heart of the city not far away from the point where you had crashed into Nyx.

So, Nyx was on his way to get to your place. He was sure you would be grateful to get your phone back. He cursed himself that he had forgotten about it the whole day and hoped you wouldn't be too mad.

Accompanied by many pedestrians which were going home or into bars, Nyx made his way through the streets and was taken aback as he found himself in front of one of these high, luxurious looking apartment buildings.

Maybe Libertus was right and you had indeed a lot of money. Nyx swallowed nervously as he stepped through the entrance. The lobby was decorated with a bunch of plants and framed paintings. Even a leather couch stood at one wall. His boots made soft noises on the marble floor.

A couple was staring at him suspiciously. People like Nyx weren't liked to be seen in such places. For everyone, it was okay that he and the others risked their lives to fight for safety but at the end of the day, the refugees should stay where they belonged: in the underground.

Nyx hurried over to a board with names and searched for yours. He found it quickly. You lived on the eight floor and moments later, Nyx stood in one of the elevators with mirrored walls and a golden handrail.

Nerve-wracking slowly, the elevator brought Nyx to the floor he wanted. There was something strange when he walked through buildings and streets like these. It wasn't just that he was an outsider for all of them. It was rather just not his world. Even back in Galahd, such luxury wasn't common and so, he felt misplaced.

Nyx walked down the hallway while taking out your phone. He looked at the shining material. This was your world. You lived like this and maybe you didn't even know something other than having money.

As he reached your door with the golden apartment number, Nyx just needed to knock. He could knock and you would open the door. Maybe accusing him of stealing your phone. Maybe yelling at him that he needed the whole day to bring you the phone back. Or, you would call him stalker because he had tracked you down.

One last time, Nyx turned on the display and looked at the cute picture of you with the cat in your arms. Both of you looked so happy. You looked so nice and sweet. And even this morning, you had been nice to Nyx. At least, you hadn't been unfriendly.

As the display went off again, Nyx saw his mirrored expression on the surface. He saw his tattoos and braids and knew that this was not his world. So, he did the only thing that came to his mind: placing the phone in front of your door and to leave.

"Minka, what is- you!", you said surprised as you opened the door, seeing the cute guy from the morning in front of you. The whole day, he had occupied your thoughts and now, he was there.

Nyx looked up and greeted you with a shy smile. You stood in your doorframe, holding the door in your hand before you opened it even a bit more, "Hey, uhm… I- I found your phone this morning. You know...after our crash.", he stammered and presented the smartphone in his hands to you.

You stared at him and then at his hand for several moments before you jumped against the unknown man, snaking your arms around his neck to squeeze him tightly, "Oh, god bless! I had no idea where I'd lost it! You're heaven-sent!", you said over excitedly. Suddenly, you remembered what you were doing and so, slightly sheepishly, you stepped back again, "I- I'm sorry. I know, boundaries. It was just... I'm so lost without my phone. The day was a living hell.", you said softly.

"I'm sorry that it took me so long to bring it back. The day was a bit … busy.", Nyx said, scratching the back of his neck. He still felt bad for forgetting the phone at all.

You waved his apology aside. You knew what it meant to have a rough day. Only then, you noticed what the man in front of you was wearing, "You… you're a Kingsglaive.", you whispered in awe.

Nyx saw your astonished and excited expression and took the opportunity, "Yes, I am. Nyx Ulric at your service.", he said with a smile as you were still gaping at him.

As you noticed that you were still staring, you swallowed, "I’m sorry… It’s just that.. I'm such a big fan of you all. I mean, what you do for this city … we all owe you so much.", you said honestly.

Nyx was taken aback, "A fan? Never met one before to be honest."

"I know. You guys don't get appreciated enough. At least, not as much as you all deserve it. But- wait! I have an idea. Come in. Have dinner with me. Please.", you asked as you saw Nyx' refusing expression.

"Thank you. But it's not necessary.", he said politely even if he wanted to say something else. He would love to spend more time with you and your light attitude that made his heart jump a little.

"Please. You rescued me and my phone. You even brought it back. Plus the things you do as a Glaive. Inviting you in is the least I can do to thank you.", you tried to convince Nyx with your winning smile.

"I… I don't know. It wouldn’t be right…", Nyx said and just meant it half-heartedly.

"Please.", you begged, "If you leave, I just have Minka for company."

Nyx chuckled and even if he already sensed the answer, he asked anyway, "Who's Minka?"

"My cat.", you answered, looking down at the stripy, little troublemaker sitting next to your feet.

Nyx followed your glance and chuckled, "But she looks sweet.", he said amused as the cat tilted its head.

"Oh, she's sweet. Most the time. As long as you have food. No food, no sweetness. Trust me, she will turn into a vicious monster if she wants to.", you whispered conspiratorially.

Nyx was hooked. He liked your eyes, your smile and you were funny. The whole package was simply perfect. In fact, he didn't want to leave so quickly, "Did you say vicious monster? If that's so, I guess, I should accept your invitation. I mean, someone has to protect you."

"And who would be better for this job as an honorable Glaive.", you said with a huge grin, stepping aside to let Nyx into your apartment, into your life and into your world.

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kinglazrus · 3 years

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Double Date

Phic Phight

Submitted by @ghostgothgeek: Danny/Sam and Johnny/Kitty double date

Summary: All Danny wanted was some dating advice from the only couple he knows, but of course he got more than he bargained for. At least going to the boardwalk sounds like a nice first date, right?

Word count: 9464 | links to ffn and ao3 in my bio

Danny stares at the tickets in Johnny's outstretched hand. He looks up at Johnny's slanted grin, then back down again. On the other side of the roof, Shadow lurks in the shade of the Ops-centre, drifting dangerously close to the supports.

"When I asked for dating advice, this isn't what I meant," Danny says. He thought Johnny dragged him up to the roof of Fenton Works for some "man to man" talk, not... whatever this is.

Johnny shrugs and stuffs the tickets into his jacket pocket. "Maybe so, but it's what you're getting! You want to treat your girl right? What better way to learn than watching the best boyfriend you know in action?"

"Johnny, I've seen you in action. Downtown. Driving around the community college and looking at all the girls while Kitty is off doing whatever," Danny says.

"Is that really such a big deal? Come on, kid. Listen to me." Johnny throws his arm around Danny's shoulder and drags him toward the edge of the rooftop. "Look how big this place is." He sweeps out his arm, gesturing toward the city. The sun is nearly set, but lots of people are still out at this hour. A warm haze of light glitters on the northern edge of the city, at the beachfront. Danny can almost see the top curve of the Ferris wheel from here.

Johnny continues. "Lots of people down there. Who knows who you actually saw doing what? I bet there are loads of blond guys with bikes around here. And I've got two tickets to the pier that says so."

Danny turns away from the glowing city to stare incredulously at Johnny. "You're using a double date with you and Kitty to bribe me into not telling her I caught you ogling college girls?"

"You said it, not me."

"Did you steal those tickets?"

"Kid, I know you're the goody-two-shoes type. I bought them fair and square with money right of pocket."

Danny snorts. "Whose pocket?"

"I don't think that matters. Come on, it'll be fun. I don't give advice for free, you know." Johnny squeezes Danny's shoulder, a little too hard for what's meant to be a casual chat. The desperate sheen in Johnny's eye kind of ruins the threat, though.

As Danny considers the offer, a shiver goes up his spine. His next breath leaves in a puff of pale blue air. With a sigh, he goes intangible and extracts himself from Johnny's hold, smiling a little when the older ghost stumbles at the sudden loss of Danny's support. Looking over the rooftops, he can't see another ghost, but they can't be far if they set off his ghost sense. He hopes with all his heart that they might be here for a friendly chat, like Johnny, but doubts it. Danny isn't lucky enough for that.

"Okay. I'll go," he says.

"And?" Johnny's grin stretches as he gestures for Danny to go on.

Danny tips his head back and sighs. He doesn't have time for this. "And I guess I didn't see you at the college last week."

"Great!" Johnny gives Danny a hearty slap on the back and climbs back onto his motorcycle. "You're not so bad, kid. When you're not kicking my ass. Just stick with Kitty and me on the day and I'll show the ropes." He kicks up the stand on his motorcycle and revs the engine. "Oh, and before I forget. If this date doesn't go perfectly, then... Shadow!"

The murky ghost rises from beneath the Ops-centre.

"Wait, don't!" Danny shouts, too late, as Shadow zips across the roof, cutting through as many of the Ops-Centre's supports as he can before melting into the darkness. Johnny takes off cackling as the whole thing comes crashing down.

—

The next morning, Danny keeps his head low, his gaze locked on the bowl of soggy cereal in front of him. Across the kitchen, his father stops to slap the counter.

"Didn't even hear a thing! Can you believe that?" Jack asks.

"Crazy."

"Must have happened while we were sleeping."

"Must have."

"When I find the ghost that did it, they're gonna get a face full of Fenton grade vengeance! You know what happens when a ghost looks in a mirror, Danno? Makes 'em go crazy. We're working on this new gun that makes them see—"

"Look at that, time for school!" Danny shoots to his feet. He can't meet his father's gaze as he dumps his cereal bowl—still half full—into the sink and scurries out of the kitchen.

"Have fun!" Jack calls after him.

"Yeah, sure, I will!" Danny shouts back. Under his breath, he adds, "as long as I never have to see that gun." He grabs his backpack as he leaves, snagging the strap and swinging it over his shoulder on his way out the door. Once he is outside, and there's a solid barrier between him, his ticked-off father, and whatever ghost-fighting monstrosity his parents have made now, he stops to take a deep breath.

There are still a few minutes before Tucker should arrive for their walk to school, but Jack does not know that. Danny did not want to sit there and listen to his own father talk about all the ways he could make Danny double-dead, much less re-experience his first death. In fact, he usually tries to avoid people like that. Unfortunately, that does not always work when he lives with two of them.

Danny shakes his head. He can think about those things later. Right now, his conversation with Johnny is the only thing he cares about. Only time will tell if he made a huge mistake agreeing to the double date, but it would be nice if at least one thing could go right for Danny for once.

Inside the house, something slams, followed by a shout from Jack that rattles the window. Danny jumps away from the door and nearly tumbles down the stoop, his front foot slipping off the top step. He latches onto the bannister to keep from falling back, and his foot thumps against the next step. The landing jars his leg as his knee locks, a jolt shooting up his thigh.

"Whoa, it's freshman Danny." Tucker's voice drifts through Danny's ears.

Danny turns, rubbing his now aching knee, and scowls. "What?"

"You know. Freshman Danny." Grinning wide and smug, Tucker motions to Danny's entire person first, then his leg. "Clumsy as hell and too chicken to ask Sam out."

"Shut up! Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not!"

"Are too!" Tucker waves his hand in an airy gesture of finality, turning up his nose. He spins away from Danny, a signal that their little squabble is over. His mistake.

With a final cry of "Am not!" Danny launches himself at Tucker, pouncing on his back. Tucker shrieks in surprise, a peal of laughter echoing off his cry, and stumbles under the new weight. He tries to beat Danny off with the flat of his palm. In response, Danny clings tighter. He wraps his legs around Tucker's waist and hooks his arms over his shoulders, latching on to his wrists to keep a firm grip.

"Holy shit. You're so short, why are you so heavy." Tucker wheezes as he tries to pry Danny's arms off.

Danny throws his head over Tucker's shoulders, shifting his weight forward enough that Tucker bows underneath him. "Ghost fighting muscles, baby."

"Ugh." Tucker's palm finds Danny's chin and he pushes, shoving his head back. "You totally could have asked Sam out for homecoming but nooo, you had to go with me as a hot young bachelor."

Danny's cheeks burned. "It was your idea!"

"Only because you were getting all pouty about not going with Sam, and the only reason that didn’t happen is because you never asked!"

"Well, I'm asking today!"

Tucker freezes. For a second, Danny wonders how ridiculous they must look to anyone watching, with him clinging to Tucker worse than Klemper to literally anyone, and Tucker stretching back to push Danny's head as far back as it will go. Actually, maybe they wouldn't find it so strange. Danny's neighbours have seen a lot of weird things in the past four years; him and Tucker being their usual selves can't be high up on that list.

"You're really gonna ask today, finally?" Tucker asks.

Danny nods, as much as he can Tucker still shoving his head back. "Johnny was here last night."

"Oh yeah?" Tucker pauses, giving Danny a chance to elaborate. He doesn't, waiting for the gears to click in Tucker's head instead. It takes a moment, but he gets there. "Oh! Oh, right, yeah. He finally got back to you? Is that why, uh... you know." Tucker finally withdraws his hands and points to the roof of Fenton Works.

"Oh. Yeah." Danny's limbs go intangible, slipping through Tucker's torso in one final act of petty vengeance as Danny rights himself. Tucker shivers, shooting Danny a glare, before looking back at the Ops-Centre. Normally a pinnacle of Fenton genius that stands proudly above their home, now it lays on its side. Danny managed to catch it, barely, before it could crash into the roof, but overnight the saucer-like body crushed itself under its own weight. Now, the side touching the roof is a crumpled mess, the supports that once held it up rusted beyond repair.

"Shadow," Danny says. It's all he needs to say. Tucker nods, understanding perfectly what happened here. "Other than that it went... okay. He asked me out."

"What?!" Tucker's head whips toward Danny, his eyes wide. "I hope nobody tells Kitty. But he does give off bi energy, doesn't he?"

Danny rolls his eyes. "Not like that. He invited me and Sam on a double date with him and Kitty."

"Oh, so they're swingers."

"Tucker!"

Tucker snickers. "Okay, okay. I'm serious now. Promise." The cat-like grin he gives isn't the most reassuring, but Danny will take what he can get. "You're really gonna ask her out today?"

"Got carnival tickets and everything."

"Well, shit, man. Don't blow it."

Danny grabs Tucker's beanie and yanks it down over his face. Tucker's teasing laughter chases Danny all the way to school.

—

At lunch, Danny pulls Sam aside. He meets her at her locker, which is two halls away from his and Tucker's, waiting along the opposite wall for her to finish switching out her books for her lunch bag. The hall is still fairly crowded since it's only been a minute since the lunch bell went. Down the way, Danny can see Paulina and Elliot, standing with their heads tucked together by Paulina's locker, working on the local rumour mill no doubt. When Sam looks done digging through her bag, and Danny pushes off the wall toward her, Elliot happens to glance in their direction. His sharp eyes go from Danny to Sam, then back. A wicked smile takes over his face.

Danny ducks his head, letting his hair flop forward and hide his slowly reddening cheeks. In two quick strides, he crosses the hall and thumps against the closed lockers beside Sam's.

"Done lurking?" Sam asks without looking up.

"I wasn't lurking."

"Sure you weren't." Sam knocks her elbow against her locker door. Danny's eyes catch the small, black-framed mirror taped to the inside, which reflects the exact spot Danny was standing when it hits the right angle.

At this rate, Danny's face will be red as his shoes. "Oh."

"Yeah, oh. What's up?" She finally looks up from her bag as she yanks the zipper closed. When she turns toward him, she hits her locker door with her elbow once again, this time to knock it closed; but, as the door swings, Danny glimpses Paulina and Elliot again. This time, they are both watching, and the way they cover their mouths as they talk is far from reassuring.

Danny's hand jerks out. He stops Sam's locker, shoving it back open, and holds it in place to block the gossiping duo's view.

"I wanted to ask you something," Danny says.

Sam shoots a raised eyebrow at her locker door, then turns it on him "Are you okay? You've been acting kind of weird all day."

"No, yeah, I'm fine. I was just– you know. This weekend, yeah?"

Sam looks entirely unimpressed with his fumbled words. "I can't say that I do."

"I have tickets to the boardwalk," Danny clarifies. "For this weekend. We don't have anything planned and I know you're free. So, want to go?"

As he waits for Sam's answer, he is struck by the realization that she could say no. They have been friends for years, and he has had an inkling, the past little while, that she might like him back. But he doesn't know it. No matter what Danny feels for her—and thinking about his own feelings makes his face hot and his heart stutter—she still might not feel the same. She could say no. And it's not that Danny hasn't thought about this before; there's a reason he is only asking her out senior year even though he has had a crush on her since they were freshman. But worrying about it in the back of his mind is very different from standing in front of her knowing it could actually happen.

This was such a bad idea. He is asking her out in the hallway. Within sight of Paulina and Elliot. He should have waited until after school, at least. Oh, god. Should he have gotten her something? Are you supposed to bring something when you ask someone out? Oh, this is so bad. She is going to say no, and then Danny will have to tell the story to Tucker, and Tucker will laugh because of course she said no, this is terrible.

"Sure, sounds fun," Sam says.

Danny blinks. He shakes his head, goes over her words in his head to make sure he heard it right, then blinks again. "Yes?"

"Absolutely. It's been so long since we've gone to the boardwalk. Maybe Tucker can win that stuffed shark he couldn't get last time." Sam nudges Danny's hand off her locker door and closes it, then snaps her padlock back into place.

Danny watches her blankly, slowly processing what she just said. "Tucker," he says.

"Yeah. At the ring toss booth, remember? I think he wasted fifty bucks on that thing. I told him it was a scam, but whatever." Sam starts down the hall toward the cafeteria, but Danny stays rooted in place.

He remembers the ring toss, of course. After Tucker finished emptying his wallet on the booth, Danny took a turn and got the top prize in one go. He might have had a little telekinesis to help him along, but no one else needed to know that; the giant stuffed alien was worth it. But that had nothing to do with this, right?

Before his thoughts can spiral too far, Danny shakes his head. "I meant without Tucker."

Sam pauses mid-step. Slowly, she sets her foot down and turns back around to face Danny. Her grip on her backpack tightens, and he can see the muscle along her jaw working as she clenches her teeth. Those are... probably not good signs. "Like, just you and me?"

In the background, Danny hears Paulina and Elliot snicker. He groans, dragging a hand down his face, and glares over Sam's shoulder at them. "Can you not?"

"Not our fault you're doing this in the middle of the hall," Paulina says.

"Seriously. I had way better class," Elliot adds.

Paulina looks at Elliot and beams. "You so did. But I've been rooting for this since the beginning, and I am so invested right now."

"Oh my God, this is so embarrassing." Danny has to fight off the urge to go intangible. He almost wishes his ghost sense would go off so that he could have an excuse to leave. This is not how he imagined this going, and Paulina and Elliot are making it so much worse than it has to be.

"Come on, Danny." Sam's voice snaps him out of his pity party. At some point, while he was wallowing, she walked back toward him and now has her hand on his wrist. She tugs him forward. He gives in, letting her drag him along the hall past the tittering pair until they disappear around the corner. Once they are out of sight, Sam's hand slips down into Danny's. It's warm. She squeezes his hand, just once, then tugs him into the nearest empty classroom and closes the door.

Neither of them says anything for a long moment.

Danny's hands flex at his sides as he tries not to fidget. Sam won't pull her gaze up from the floor.

"So, uh. Just you and me?" she repeats.

Danny nods vigorously, then stops and shakes it instead. "Yeah, but no. Johnny and Kitty will be there."

Sam's head snaps up.

The first thing Danny notices is the red tinge to her face, a rosy band stretching across her cheeks and nose. Her lips pinch together, not in a show of disapproval, but an expression of hers that he has become familiar with over the years. Sam doesn't usually do hopeful most of the time. Nerves aren't her thing either. But when she wants something bad enough, and she dares to look on the brighter side, she gets this look on her face. It's like she wants to smile but she holds herself back, sucking on her lips as she tries to keep composed.

That expression wavers now, her mouth relaxing as a frown tugs at her lips instead. "Now I'm confused. Are you trying to ask me out or not?"

"Yes!" Danny bursts out. "To the boardwalk with me. But it's, like, a double date with Johnny and Kitty, because he got the tickets. Actually bought them, although I'm pretty sure he stole the money." He considers telling Sam about the deal but holds back. "I really thought this was gonna go better but now I kind of want to punch Elliot in the face or something."

"Please don't punch my ex-boyfriend in the face."

"Right, not a good look. Got it."

Silence falls again. Neither of them can meet each other's eyes, although Danny keeps stealing glances at Sam. One hand hovers in front of her mouth, but when she turns her head away from him, he sees the full-blown grin on her face. Her eyes sparkle in a way he hasn't seen before. It sounds cheesy and dumb, but it's the truth. He looks at her and all he can see is how genuinely happy she is. Soon enough, Danny wears a grin to match hers.

"So," Sam says, and that one syllable sounds so much lighter than her usual tone. "It's a date."

—

In retrospect, asking Sam to go out with him on Saturday on a Wednesday wasn't the best idea. Danny floats around school for the rest of the day with a dopey grin on his face. He actually lifts off his feet a few times and Tucker has to clamp a hand down on his shoulder to keep him down. Over the next two days, he asks Tucker no less than five times if that really happened, if Sam actually said yes. Tucker, naturally, teases Danny relentlessly over it.

By Friday, Paulina and Elliot have made good work of spreading Danny's disaster attempt to ask Sam out all around the school. More than once, he sees money changing hands in the hallway, trying to be discreet and Danny and Sam pass by, so close together that their knuckles keep brushing as they walk.

He hasn't held her hand since she dragged him to the classroom on Wednesday, even though he wants to.

When Saturday rolls around, Danny phones Tucker an hour before he and Sam are supposed to meet.

"Do I dress normally?" he asks.

On the other end of the line, Tucker sighs. "Why are you asking me?"

"It's the boardwalk. People don't get dressed up for the boardwalk. And Sam has already seen everything in my closet. Should I try to look really nice, or should I just be myself?"

"We are talking about Sam, right? Relax, man. You know what she'd like."

In the end, Danny decides to go mostly normal. He throws a button-up over his usual outfit, rolls the sleeves up, and calls it a day. If he knows Sam, she would appreciate him not making things weird by getting too fancy and not like his usual self. He maintains that attitude up until he gets to the boardwalk and sees her waiting by the ticket booths.

"I should have dressed up," he whispers.

At a glance, Sam's outfit doesn't seem too different from her usual attire. Black on black with a few purple accents thrown into the mix. He has seen her in dresses before, but rarely outside school dances, and he has never seen this one with Flowing lace sleeves that slope down her shoulders and a flared skirt. She even has a new wide brim hat to go with it, even though it's already sunset.

Before Danny even considers turning back around and putting something nicer on, Sam's gaze roves over the parking lot and settles on him. She gives his outfit a good look. A second passes. She bursts on laughing.

"Oh, come on," Danny whines as he approaches.

"I'm sorry," she says, but she is still hunched over clutching her stomach. "But your face. You should have seen your face."

It takes a good minute for her to get her giggles under control. Even still, a few quiet snickers breakthrough when she finally composes herself, smoothing out her dress and righting her hat.

"Tucker texted me," she says. "He told me all about your little fashion dilemma."

"I'm gonna kill him." Tucker just had to get in one last jab before the date began, Danny supposes. He hopes it was worth it because Tucker is going to pay dearly. Although...

He subtlety takes in Sam's outfit again, the way the dress hugs her waist, and those boots. He didn't notice them at first but now he can't stop staring at them. Slick, black, buckled up to the knees, with the purple lace edging of a pair of stocking peeking out the top. The only exposed skin on her legs is a few scant inches of her thighs between the end of the stockings and the bottom of her dress. And it's a damn good few inches.

Danny silently amends his earlier statement. He won't kill Tucker; he will collapse into his best friend’s arms crying tears of gratitude for helping him spend a whole evening with Sam dressed like that.

Realizing that he is staring, Danny quickly drags his eyes back up to Sam's face. The last thing he wants on their first date is for her to punch him because he is being a creep. Except Sam doesn't look angry to have caught him staring. In fact, she is blushing again, nervously plucking at her sleeves with her nails.

"For a second I thought you had bought a whole new outfit just for today." Danny chuckles, his own nerves showing through. Despite how long they have known each other, he feels wholly unprepared for tonight.

"Not exactly," Sam says. She drops her sleeves and smooths out her skirt again, this time pinching some of the fabric in her hand and swishing it back and forth. "I've had this outfit for a while, but I haven't worn it yet."

"Oh, man. I'm really underdressed, aren't I?" Danny tugs at the collar of his NASA shirt with a grimace. The button-up, at least, is black, because he knew she would like that. But otherwise, he is plain old Danny.

"Not that you don't look good all dressed up, but I like it when you're yourself," Sam says.

The rumble of a motorcycle approaches from the distance.

"Besides, I think you'll look pretty fancy next to Johnny."

At least Danny has that going for him. They both turn toward and watch Johnny's motorcycle peal into the parking lot. It goes intangible, along with its riders, and phases through the parked cars, only coming back into the physical world when it screeches to a stop in front of Danny and Sam.

Johnny runs a hand over his slicked-back hair—is that gel? "You're really setting the tone for your first date, huh."

To Danny's horror, Johnny is dressed up. He switched his dusty gray jacket for a shiny leather one, and instead of his usual shirt, he wears his own button-up. But unlike Danny's, Johnny's shirt is white and crisp, and actually buttoned up.

Kitty, meanwhile, looks the same as always. "Come on, don't tease the kid. He ain't half bad looking. He snagged me for a couple weeks, didn't he?"

Danny opens his mouth, about to remind her that she had been using him to make Johnny jealous the entire time; one look at Johnny's scowl and Sam's glare has him shutting up before he can utter a single syllable.

"Uh, should we go in? You do have the tickets, right Johnny?" he says instead.

Johnny scoffs and reaches into his jacket, pulling out the tickets. "Cool it, little man. I got us covered."

"Johnny! You actually bought tickets?" Kitty gasps.

"Only the best for you, babe. Let's go." Johnny holds out his elbow for Kitty to take, which she goes with glee, her steps bouncing as they take off for the ticket booth. Over his shoulder, Johnny shoots Danny a wink.

"Oh, uh. Shall we?" Danny cringes as the words fall from his mouth, but offers his arm to Sam nonetheless. She looks between Danny and Johnny, a questioning look in her eye. Just when Danny thinks she is going to leave him hanging, she shrugs and loops her arm through his.

They follow Johnny and Kitty. Already at the booth, the ghostly couple is passing the tickets over when Danny and Sam get close.

"The pipsqueaks are with us," Johnny says.

The girl at the counter, who looks only a year or two older than Danny, stares at Johnny with wide eyes. His aura, a dull grey that's usually hard to see, is much brighter at night. With the poorly lit parking lot at their back, it's impossible to ignore. Kitty's soft green aura is far more noticeable, but she stands just behind Johnny, her arm still curled around his, staring ahead at the twinkling lights of the boardwalk.

The sun hasn't completely set yet, but the top of the Ferris wheel touches the darkest part of the sky, and its colourful lights flash in a mesmerizing pattern, beckoning people in.

Johnny seems to have forgotten the whole reason he arranged this date in the first place because he takes full advantage of Kitty's distraction to lean in close to Ticket Girl, looking her up and down.

Behind them, a line is forming.

Ticket Girl's lip curls in disgust, but Danny can see fear shining in her eyes. "Sorry, sir, but I don't know if I can let a ghost in."

The fawning curl to Johnny's smile drops away abruptly, twisting into something more similar. "That's a bit rude, don't you think?" Shadow rises from Johnny's feet, growing taller until he looms over the booth, a menacing grin stretching his blank face wide.

"Johnny!" Danny slides up to the booth, nudging Johnny over with the arm not held by Sam, and beams at Ticket Girl manning the booth. "Hey. You might recognize me—Danny Fenton, son of Maddie and Jack Fenton."

"The ghost hunters." Ticket Girl nods.

"Right. We're actually doing an experiment right now. See, some ghosts actually have really human behaviours. Like Phantom, I bet you love him. But any good scientist has to test their hypothesis multiple times. So me and my– uh, my girlfriend?" He glances at Sam, whose red face matches his, but nods in agreement. "Are here to observe these too ghosts"—he tips his head to Johnny and Kitty—"doing normal human things. Such as getting into the boardwalk with paid tickets, just like everyone else wants to do."

"But he...." Ticket Girl glances nervously at Shadow.

"The big guy will be so chill. Super chill. You won't even know he is here, because you'll be at the booth, far away from the ghosts that just want to get inside and definitely not hurt anyone here."

The kid snatches up the tickets before Danny finishes his sentence, ripping off the stubs, and shoves a handful of wristbands across the counter, along with a whole roll of game tickets. "Just don't come back, okay?"

"Thank you!" Danny grabs the items and hustles everyone along.

"Nice work, Danny." Kitty gives him a thumb up under her and Johnny's intertwined arms. "Way to use your head."

"I could have thought of something," Johnny grumbles.

"Sure you could have, babe. Now let's check out the roller coaster first!" She drags him off, both of them without their wristbands, but Danny doesn't think it will be a problem. Everyone steers clear of them as they plow through the crowd. Every second the sun gets closer to setting, every shade darker the sky turns, the more obvious it becomes that Johnny and Kitty aren't human as their auras grow brighter.

"What should we do first?" Sam plucks four of the wristbands from Danny's fist—the kid gave him seven—and puts them on, grinning at her little collection. She takes the remaining three and puts them on Danny.

"Roller coaster sounds fun. Go with the thrills first?" He watches her slip the bands around his wrist, looping them together so that all three are intertwined.

Sam pauses on the last bracelet. "But you like saving the big rides for last."

He peeks over Sam's shoulder. Johnny and Kitty are halfway across the boardwalk already, well on their way to the coaster. Johnny twists mid-step, catches Danny's eye, and beckons him forward.

Right. Stick together. See how it's done.

"Yeah, but it might be fun to shake things up." He takes over putting the last bracelet on, hurrying to slap the sticky pieces together. In his rush, he catches some of his hair, drawing out a wince, but Johnny and Kitty are nearly there, and they've fallen way too far behind. "Come on!"

Danny takes Sam's arm and pulls her along. Focused on the path left by Johnny and Kitty's charge, he misses the frown on Sam's face as she looks down at him.

—

It goes better than Danny expected. Kitty leads the way, picking attraction after attraction with such gusto that he thinks she has never been to a theme park of any kind, which may very well be. Danny doesn't know much about Johnny and Kitty's life before ghost-hood, except that they died young and poor.

More than once, Danny catches Johnny watching other girls. Kitty doesn't seem to have noticed, so far, but Danny is not taking any chances. He remembers Johnny's threat and Shadow's piercing eyes watching them every step of the way serves as a constant reminder. Whenever he catches Johnny in a moment of distraction, he nudges the ghost and draws him back to the present. It earns him a few glares, but it works.

Despite Johnny's mounting annoyance, he still fulfills his side of the deal, giving Danny quick advice, either through vague gestures or whispered words while the girls are distracted.

"Let her choose what to do." Johnny feigns examining the bright bulbs overhead as they wait in line for the bumper cars. The golden lights dangle from the tent, flashing intermittently. Neither Sam nor Kitty are paying attention to the boys. Sam leans against the railing, cheering on the current bumper car drivers. A quick glance into the rink shows Valerie Grey ramming her cart against Dash Baxter.

If Johnny weren't dispensing important advice, Danny would be right next to Sam cheering along.

"It makes her feel like you care about what she likes when you do," Johnny continues.

"I do care," Danny says.

"Perfect, then you won't have a problem."

The bumper cars don't provide ample opportunity to use Johnny's advice, but when Kitty drags them to the Tilt-a-Whirl next, he gets the perfect chance. At the front of the line, he and Sam get first pick of the available seats. The Amity Park boardwalk, unlike other theme parks, has an eclectic collection of Tilt-a-Whirl cars ranging from a cupcake, to a plain seat, to a bat to a spaceship. Danny already knows which one Sam would like.

"You want to take the spaceship?" Sam asks, tugging Danny in that direction.

He resists her pull. "Don't you like the bat?"

"Yeah, of course. But you like the spaceship."

It's the strangest tug of war Danny has ever found himself in. He nearly gives in, but Johnny kicks the back of Danny's leg—lightly—and coughs "lady's choice" under his breath.

"It's just a car. We can take the one you like," Danny says.

Sam frowns, her grip slackening. It's all that Danny needs, and he eagerly pulls her toward the bat, sliding in before she can protest further. When he turns to face her, instead of a smile, she meets him with a frown.

"Is something wrong?" Danny asks, startled. Panic rises within him. Oh, no. She is not having a good time. It's a disaster after all.

"No, it's fine," she says after a moment of silence, which does nothing to assuage Danny's worries. Everyone knows "fine" doesn't actually mean "fine." It's one of the most used words in Danny's vocabulary, typically after a nasty ghost fight that leaves him limping and bruised.

Desperate, Danny leans out of the car, searching the ride for Johnny. He finds him across the way, sliding into the cupcake next to Kitty. Johnny meets Danny's gaze and motions for him to watch. In one smooth move, Johnny stretches his arm out with a feigned yawn, then settles it down around Kitty's shoulders and tugs her close. When Danny leans back into the car, Sam is watching him.

"You're acting weird," she says.

"I'm just a little tired." Danny stretches his arm up, just like Johnny did. Sam's gaze follows it all the way until he drapes it over her shoulder. It isn't until he has settled that he realizes he forgot the yawn.

The rest of Johnny's advice follows that same vein: do what Sam wants and use every chance possible to invite her closer. Danny follows it to the letter, mimicking everything Johnny does. Take the lead when walking, but let her choose where to go. Keep her close, but let her wander when she wants to. The hardest part, though, is finding excuses to stick with Johnny and Kitty.

"We don't have to spend the whole night with them," Sam says.

They are loading onto the Ferris wheel, Johnny and Kitty taking one side of the four-person carriage while Sam and Danny get the other. Danny had hoped to save this for the end of the night, for just him and Sam, but Kitty wanted to go now. When Danny tried to suggest otherwise, or even suggest he and Sam take a different carriage, Shadow's low growl cut off his protests.

"I want to make sure they don't get into trouble. You know they like to cause drama," he whispers needlessly. Neither Kitty nor Johnny is listening.

"I don't think we have to worry about that. We've been here for three hours already and they haven't done anything. I think they just want to have a good time. Mostly." Sam tilts her head, shooting Johnny a pointed look.

To Danny's dismay, Johnny is once again feasting on the local sights. As Kitty braces herself against the rail of the carriage, staring out over the beachfront, Johnny leers at the woman who helped them onto the ride. His posture mimics Kitty's as the Ferris wheel turns for the next passengers to load on, and he leans over to get one last look at the woman.

"It's a double date. Aren't you supposed to stick together on a double date?" Danny draws Sam's attention back to him with the question and uses that moment to kick Johnny's ankle.

"Ow!" Johnny cries. He whips around, fixing a glare on Danny. "The hell was that for?"

"Do I have to say it?" They both know he won't, though. With the threat of Shadow hanging over the evening, Danny won't risk letting Kitty on to what's happening behind her back.

Sam, however, has no such qualms. "I can't believe you. You're literally on a date and you're not even paying attention to your girlfriend?"

That grabs Kitty's attention. She turns, eyes wide, and looks at Johnny. "What?"

"I bet she spent a long time getting ready for today, trying to look good for you, but here you are, faking interest when she watches, then looking to someone else whenever you think she isn't." As Sam berates Johnny, her voice slowly growing louder, Danny gets the sinking feeling that she isn't just talking about the ghost. "I wonder how long she has been looking forward to this. Probably a really long time, but you're so distracted that you can't even see she isn't enjoying herself."

Danny's stomach plummets. He really screwed up, didn't he?

"You. What?" Kitty's ice-cold voice reminds Danny that there are real stakes on this date.

"I was checking out her jacket, not her! It looks like the kind of thing you like to wear," Johnny rushes to explain.

Kitty's eyes narrow. In a blink, she lurches across the carriage and takes Johnny's place at the rail, peering back at the receding woman. Damningly, she isn't wearing a jacket.

"You! You! I can't believe you!" Kitty shrieks. "I thought you wanted to take me on a nice date. I didn't even care that you the ghost kid and his girl were coming, because he's nice, and you were finally taking me to a theme park like I always wanted!"

Viridescent tears streak down Kitty's cheeks. Danny has seen her livid and raging plenty of times over the past few years, but now she looks downright distraught. Her face crumples, scowl giving way as a sob wrenches from her throat. Johnny looks as stricken as Danny feels.

"I'm sorry, baby, I didn't mean it. You know you're the only girl for me," he says, dropping to his knees.

"I thought this– this meant something." Kitty struggles to speak through her tears, fighting against the tightening of her throat and gasping sobs. "How could you?"

She takes off, then, launching herself out of the carriage with enough force that she sends it rocking. Johnny reaches after her, but it's no use. She streaks across the sky, a blur of red and green, and disappears into the sparkling lights of the game booths, out of sight in seconds.

An oppressive silence descends for one long moment.

Johnny, shoulders trembling, turns to Danny. His shadow bubbles and bulges as two furious eyes blink open. "Kid, I am going to kill you!"

Sam jumps forward, sending the carriage rocking again, and brings her leg up. Danny glimpses the neon sole of her boot before she slams her heel down on Shadow's growing face. Shadow screeches in pain and withers into the floor, disappearing into a grey blob with a pathetic sizzle.

"Shut the hell up, Johnny, and go after your girlfriend!" Sam shouts, thrusting an arm out toward the game booths.

Johnny gnashes his teeth but doesn't fight. "This isn't over, kid." He falls through the floor of the carriage, intangible, and takes off after Kitty.

With a huff, Sam drops onto the bench opposite Danny, crossing her legs and arms, and glares at a point over Danny's shoulder.

Danny fidgets, pinching the fabric of his jeans and rolling it between his fingers. He looks up at Sam, down, then out after Johnny and Kitty. "Should we–"

"They can wait until the ride is done," Sam snaps.

Danny nods, afraid to say anything else and screw this up even further. He should have noticed Sam wasn't enjoying herself. It started off great, and now... he is not sure if there will be a second date. He wouldn't blame her. With that realization comes the dawning horror of what that might mean for their friendship. It would end because of this, right? They have fought a few times over the years, and it never lasts long, but this is different. They tried dating; that changes things. If it doesn't work and they go back to just being friends, it won't be the same. They will both know that they like each other, and they will know that it didn't work.

What would happen then? Danny can't imagine not having Sam in his life, but if she is really mad at him... she has dropped people for less. Everyone in Casper High remembers the middle school debacle that led to Sam cutting off all ties with Paulina. They might be better now, but it took six years for them to become friends again. Danny couldn't wait that long.

"Danny!" Sam jostles him, her hand on his shoulder, and yanks him back to the present. She stares into his eyes, assessing him. Once she is satisfied that he is back in the moment, she returns to her seat, this time with her gaze fixed on him.

Looking outside the carriage, Danny realizes they are over the crest. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he missed half the ride, including the best moment. The realization hits him worse than one of Skulker's ecto-seeking missiles. He nearly spirals again, but Sam reaches out and clamps onto his knee, keeping him grounded.

"Danny, I think we need to talk."

This is his nightmare. Literally, he has had nightmares about Sam rejecting him. They usually end with the haunting echo of Elliot's pompous laughter as Sam chooses him, old jealousies thriving in his dreams. Sometimes Valerie is there, too, her face overlayed with Sam's as they turn him down in unison. But the worst ones are when it is just Sam, looking him straight in the eye, and saying no. Right now, this is all too close to those nightmares.

He swallows, unable to find the right words, and nods instead.

"Why did you ask me out if you weren't even going to pay attention to me?" she asks.

Danny's mouth stays clamped shut as his earlier fears are realized. Her rant was for more than just Johnny.

"You asked me if this outfit was new." Sam skims her fingers along the lace of her stockings, tracing the spiderweb patterns hidden within. "I didn't lie when I answered. I bought this a few months ago for homecoming. It was our last one, and I thought... I thought you were going to ask me to it."

"But that's not..."

"Yeah, I didn't wear it."

The dress she did wear was fancier, with layered skirts and glittering black beads.

"I bought this one because I knew you wouldn't care if I dressed fancy or not. And I know you don't like to unless you have to." She nods to Danny's casual outfit. "So when you asked me out, I already knew what I wanted to wear, because I know you. But this whole time, you haven't acted like the Danny I know and care about. You've been clingy, and overly accommodating, but at the same time ignoring everything I wanted. And when you weren't doing that, you were watching Johnny?"

Sam ducks her head and looks away. With the brim of her hat hiding her face, he can't see her, but the quiet sniffle she makes is unmistakable.

A rotten taste seeps through Danny's mouth. This was supposed to be a nice first date, but all he did was make Sam cry.

"I know I say I don't care about this stuff. I say it all the time, but..." She reaches up, carefully dabs at her eyes so she doesn't ruin her makeup. "I wanted you to look at me."

Danny finally finds his voice. "Sam, God, no. You're beautiful. When I saw you? Holy crap, I couldn't breathe. You're always beautiful. Not that that's the only reason I like you! You're my best friend. I love your passion, and your smarts, and how you won't put up with guys like Johnny getting away with any of their shit. Or me getting away with mine. I love so much about you, and I love–"

He cuts himself off before the last word, the unsaid "you" hanging between them. He knows what he meant. She probably does, too. Now isn't the right time to say it, though, so he lets his voice fade to quiet.

The Ferries wheel jerks to a stop, their carriage rocking back and forth, and the ride technician opens the door for them.

"Hey, weren't there for of you before?" she asks.

"They got off early," Danny says. He ignores the startled look on the technician’s face as he rises to his feet. On instinct, he reaches toward Sam but holds back at the last moment. Clingy. The word echoes in his head. He wavers, unsure what to do.

Sam takes the choice away from him, jerking to her feet before he can decide. She touches his hand, but doesn't take it and brushes past him, exiting the carriage onto the boardwalk.

"Harsh," the technician whispers.

"I deserve it," Danny mutters back before running after Sam. She walks at a brisk pace, weaving through the crowd toward the line of booths. Danny catches up as she reaches the first tent. "Where are we going?"

"We need to make sure Johnny and Kitty haven't trashed anything, don't we?" Sam says.

"Right, yeah." Danny wishes his ghost sense would go off. At the very least, it could tell them if Johnny and Kitty were close by, but that only worked if they left his range in the first place. In his freshman year, they might have, but today his range stretched over most of the boardwalk, if not the whole thing.

As it turns out, tracking them is easy even without Danny's sense. When he and Sam reach the tightest cluster of game booths, they find a trail of destruction. Fallen stands, scattered prizes, and shattered lights guide them through the maze of booths and back out into the main thoroughfare.

"This looks tame for Shadow," Sam comments.

"Twenty bucks says Johnny did it," Danny says as they pick their way through shattered boards.

"Not Kitty?"

"Right now, the only person she's mad at is Johnny. But when Johnny gets mad, he isn't the only source of bad luck in their trio," Danny explains. It doesn't come out often, since Shadow does most of the fighting, but he has seen it often enough to recognize the effects.

When they leave the booths behind, they find themselves near the boardwalk entrance. In the middle of the wide path, Johnny and Kitty are locked in a screaming match. Or Kitty screams while Johnny wilts with every new word.

"It was always supposed to be our place, Johnny! And you ruined it!" She beat her fist against his chest, wailing all the while.

Johnny's silence under the onslaught speaks volumes. He doesn't even look mad anymore, just heartbroken.

"All I ever wanted, and you couldn't even—!" She stops, shuddering, and takes a deep breath. Her next words come out quiet. "If you hadn't tried to look at that stupid girl! If you had just watched the road like you were supposed to!" A gut-wrenching sob cuts her off. "Leave me alone, Johnny."

She turns on her heels and runs toward the nearest building. For a moment, it doesn't look like Johnny is going to follow. His legs tremble, seconds from collapsing beneath him. He manages to lift his gaze, though, and finally notices the sign hanging over the building that Kitty missed: Hall of Mirrors.

"Shit! Kitty, wait!" he calls, but she ignores him. With another swear, he leaps up and flies after her.

"Oh, no," Danny says. He sprints across the boards, Sam following without question. They're halfway to the house of mirrors when they hear a piercing scream followed by a crash. The building crackles. Something inside pulses, imperceptible to regular humans, but it makes Danny stagger.

"Danny, what's going on?"

Before he can answer, a wave of power surges from the house and everything goes back.

—

Danny wakes to a sharp ringing in his ears. Hazy light edges his vision. His hearing returns slowly. First, the muffled sound of his name, then the fizzle and pop of broken lights, and finally the soft rumbling of a gathered crowd.

All at once, Danny becomes aware. Sam hovers at his side, her hair tousled, a thin cut on her temple, and her hat in her hands. He sits up, squeezing his eyes shut when the world spins around him. Sam provides a steady hand, rubbing small circles on his back until he can open his eyes again. Around them, the stalls are dark. Thirty feet out in every direction from the house of mirrors, every light is broken. Glass litters the boardwalk. The normally glowing entrance to the park is dark, the metal twisted. Beyond that, the ticket booth lies on its side.

Directly ahead of them, a large crack splits the house of mirrors.

"What... what was that?" Sam asks. "It was like Shadow's power but way bigger. I've never... did Johnny do that? I didn't know he could."

Danny groans, rubbing his head. The piercing ring lingers in the back of his head, and it probably won't fade for a while, but it is not so bad that he can't ignore it. "Normally, yeah, but..." He grimaces. "We should get in there."

Sam nods and helps Danny to his feet, pulling him up by the arm. He staggers toward the broken attraction with Sam at his shoulder, casting wary glances all around them.

The gathered crowd isn’t big, yet. It looks like Danny was the only one knocked off his feet, the only one really affected by the ghostly surge—three guesses as to why that is, and the first two don't count. Judging by the sparks still raining down down from the shattered lights, it has only been a minute since the surge. Security isn't here yet. That gives them some time.

The employee manning the attractions sits on the boards, staring wide-eyed at the broken building. He doesn't even blink as Danny and Sam slip through the curtain.

Inside, it's dark. The lights are all down. Glass crunches under their shoes, every mirror in sight shattered, leaving blank boards behind. Johnny and Kitty aren't far from the entrance, no more than a few feet. Sam sees them first, catches the glow of their auras in the corner of her eye, and points toward a dead-end alcove after the first bend in the maze.

Kitty is tucked against Johnny's chest, her jacket pulled up around her head. Johnny has his arms around her waist, and his soft voice provides the only noise beyond the glass under Danny and Sam's feet.

When Johnny hears them, lifts his head, just enough to glare at them through the darkness. No threats spill from his lips, though, and he goes back to comforting Kitty soon enough.

Danny can't help it. He looks down at the mirror shards below them, and immediately wishes he didn't. Bloody road rash stretches up Kitty's right side, torn to the bone. Her face, protected by the darkness around them, and the shadows of her jacket, remains hidden from Danny's prying eyes. He prefers it that way.

A gentle nudge at his side reminds him that Sam is with them.

"What's going on?" she mouths.

Danny crouches, carefully not to make too much noise, and picks up a shard of glass. Johnny still hears him, though, and Shadow rises threateningly at the sight of the glass. Danny holds up a placating hand, then motions to Sam, the glass, then himself.

No matter what low opinion Johnny has of Danny right now, he wouldn't stoop so far as to expose other ghosts like that. To Danny's surprise, however, Johnny thrusts an arm out and motions for the glass. Danny raises his eyebrows. Johnny sticks his hand out further. Without complaint, Danny passes it over.

Johnny holds the glass up, angling it so that they can see his face. He and Kitty have matching road rash.

Sam gasps.

"Come on," Danny says to Johnny and Kitty. "Security will come soon. And if they see a couple of ghosts, you know they'll call my parents."

Kitty sniffs. Danny can't see her well behind the jacket, but the way her hair bobs, he assumes she nodded. All four of them go intangible, Danny lending his power to Sam. They slip through the mirrors toward the side of the building and step out into the open air. As Johnny continues to comfort Kitty, Danny creeps toward the corner of the building and peers out into the open. They left just in time. A security guard pushes through the gathered crowd and heads for the front entrance.

Danny retreats before anyone can see him, leaning against the side of the building. He shudders.

"I didn't know that could happen," Sam whispers as she comes up beside Danny.

"Not your fault. Ghosts don't make a point of going near mirrors," he says.

"You do, all the time. I saw you in a mirror this week."

"In your locker, yeah. But I'm not a ghost all the time. It doesn't work when I'm in human form."

"So, when you picked up the glass..." Sam trails off. Danny doesn't answer, letting her fill in the blanks for herself.

Neither of them says anything for a long moment. They hear the shout of the security guard, calling an al clear. Danny feels sorry for the workers at the park who have to deal with the aftermath. It didn't affect the whole boardwalk—he can see the Ferris wheel operating just fine, and a glow in the air from the game booth lights.

"Hey, kid."

Danny lifts his head toward Johnny.

"We're heading out. Consider us even."

"Thanks for showing her." Danny tilts his head back and thumps it against the wall of the house of mirrors. "You know, so I didn't have to."

Johnny shrugs. "Yeah, whatever. You're too young to deal with that shit, is all. Take care of your girl, alright?" He doesn't wait for an answer. Kitty is already gone, and Johnny goes invisible before Danny can think of a reply, leaving him and Sam alone.

"You never actually answered," Sam says, breaking the silence between them. "About why you took the double date."

Thank God it's too dark for Sam to see Danny's face go scarlet. In retrospect, of course Johnny's idea wouldn't end well, Danny was just so desperate he was willing to risk it.

"I asked him for dating advice," he mutters.

Sam splutters, a startled laugh bursting out of her. "What?"

"I couldn't think of anyone else to ask, so we made a deal. He invites us on a double date and gives me some tips, and I don't tell Kitty I caught him at the girl's college."

"You are such a dork." Sam snickers. "Is that why you kept watching him? I thought for a second me and Kitty might need to band together to keep you two apart."

Danny groans. "Please don't say that. Tucker already got me with that."

"Good. I hope he did." Sam shuffles over, leaning against Danny, and rests her head on his shoulder. "Danny, I don't need to hang off you like some soul-bound lovebird. We've known each other for ten years. I don't need some idealized romance, I just need you."

Danny feels like an idiot for ever thinking otherwise. The date might have been a train wreck, but half the boardwalk is still functioning. Maybe the evening doesn't have to be a total waste. He pulls the roll of game tickets—a precious commodity at the boardwalk—from his pocket and holds them out.

"Want to win Tucker that shark?" he asks.

Sam laughs, her shoulder shaking against his. "Only if we can ride the spaceship car on the Tilt-a-Whirl."

"Deal."

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