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ohkiyo · 4 years

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character: shiratorizawa team and reader.

warnings: getting sick, mentions of reader neglecting their health. DON’T IGNORE YOUR HEALTH PEOPLE!

word count: 3.4k

a/n: cloud anon, I told you I was going to write a full fic of your fever idea. XD

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You gathered all the dirty towels and training bibs, dropping them into the basket you were holding so they could be wash. Humming a tune under your breath as you walk around the expanse of the gym to collect them all, practice for the day had already ended and the first years were in charge of cleaning up. The higher years were slowly retreating to their own dorm room to retire for the night.

“We’ll be going now” Tendou walks pass you, waving his hand as goes to where the others were standing by the door. Already washed and changed into fresh clothes.

“See you tomorrow”

“You have your umbrella with you right?” Semi looks at the sky and frowning at the approaching thunderclouds. “It looks like it’s going to rain again”

“I have one in my bag”

He nodded his head before they finally head out, leaving you and the rest of the first years to continue cleaning the gym. The boys now mopping the floor while the others gather all the volleyballs scattered in all corners of the gym, then throwing them into the basket where they are usually kept.

You went into the back area, loading the dirty towels and training bibs into the washing machine. Putting in the right amount of detergent and fabric softener before pressing the start button.

“The weather’s been very bad since we came back from Tokyo” Goshiki observes the dark clouds looming over the rest of the buildings around the campus. Flashes of lightning could be seen running through the sky. “It’s not even the rainy season yet”

“A new typhoon’s probably entering the country again” Sagae drops the mop he was holding as he helps you push the basket filled with volleyballs back into the storage room. The others following behind you already finished cleaning up. They pass you the mops, as you neatly place them where they were usually hung together.

You check the gym one last time, surveying the area for any more equipment that was left behind, before walking out and locking the storage room.

“It really started raining” Akakura slings his bag over his shoulder, rummaging through it for his umbrella.

The trees outside were swaying harshly due to the strong winds that blew pass them, raindrops pelting heavily on the rooftop buildings then dropping down on to the ground.

“We’ll go on ahead now” Goshiki waves them goodbye as he waits for you to finish packing your things.

“’Tomu-kun, did you bring your umbrella with you?” he looks down at you frowning at your bag; the items that you stuff inside were once again spread out on the floor. “I think I left mine in my room”

“I don’t have mine either, I was hoping to share with you”

You stared at each other for a whole minute, before realizing that you two are stuck in there until the rain stops or at least calms down. He drops down on the ground beside you, stretching his legs as he sighs.

“Guess we just have to wait it out then” thankfully, the two of you do not have any homework nor any test to prepare for the next day. Classes were a bit lax now that the first round of major exams was finished, the teachers were too busy checking and grading the papers to even bother assigning the students' homework and other school-related tasks.

“I’m hungry” Goshiki places a hand on his stomach as he feels it grumbles, demanding him to provide it nutrients to replenish the ones he had shed during the practice.

You pulled out a ziplock bag containing three sandwiches, the ones you made before going to practice that afternoon. You last class of the day had to be shortened due to your teacher having an emergency to sort out at home, because of that, you had an hour before you were needed for practice and you used that time to get some sleep and prepare yourself some snacks.

“Here you go” you gave him the other two as he gratefully accepts them from you, a quick thank you leaving his lips before he stuffs the bread in his mouth. Eyes closed shut, as his hungry stomach is finally being filled.

“The foods you make always taste so good (Y/n)-chan” he says before he took another large bite as you pass him your water bottle, scared he might choke with how fast he’s consuming those sandwiches.

“Calm down Tsutomu”

You both ate in silence, facing the open steel doors and watching from your spot how the heavy rain wrecks havoc outside of your safe space. Scattering around the leaves that had fallen onto the ground, and destroying the brittle flowerbeds that the gardening club had set up earlier.

“This is hopeless, the rain’s never going to stop” you pout, as the rain becomes even worst. “I don’t want to stay here all night”

“We could run from here to the dorms” Goshiki suggested wiping his hand with his handkerchief before grabbing his bag then standing up. “It will take us about 5 minutes”

You thought about it for a moment, you only have two options present and neither one of them was a good idea. It’s either you wait for the rain to stop - which is never - or you could agree to Goshiki’s plan to just run through the rain, but you’ll end up getting drenched in the process.

“Okay, let’s go” you decided to settle with Goshiki’s suggestion and hope for the best you won’t get sick.

Standing up, you remove your jacket, slinging your bag over your shoulder then rolling your tracks pants all the way up to your knees. Draping your jacket over your head to act as your temporary shelter as you brace the rain.

“Ready?” you grip your jacket tighter, before the two of you sprint across the empty field, screaming at the top of your lungs. Your clothes become wetter by the second, the water sipping through the fabric and cooling your warm skin.

“Bye! (Y/n)-chan!”

“Bye!”

You both went your separate ways, with you running down the wet pathway leading towards your dormitory, the water splashing beneath your shoes, dirtying the footwear.

By the time you reach your dorm, you were soaked, the water pooling at your feet. You quickly ran up the stairs and towards your room, startling your roommate at the sight of you.

“Let me go get your towel first” she immediately stood from her desk to grab your towel from the hamper, as you wait for her out in the hallway. The rest of the female students residing in your floor were giving you weird looks, as they walk in and out of their dorm room.

“Did you forget your umbrella again?” she passed you the towel, then drops a floormat in front of your foot for you to wipe your wet shoes on.

“I thought I had it in my bag” you close the door behind you, removing your shoes and wet socks, along with your wet clothes and underwear before throwing them into your laundry basket. Hopping into the shower to wash yourself up, then changing into your warmest pair of pajamas, and blow-drying your hair before finally falling asleep.

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You sat down on your desk, the headache you felt that morning had started to spread, now reaching your temples. Your sore throat, which was manageable just a few hours ago had become even worst and swallowing had become a challenge on your part.

“You’re sick” Goshiki leaned forward on his seat, the one that was in front of your desk, and stretch his hand to feel your forehead. “You’re running a fever (Y/n)-chan”

You remove his hand from your forehead, resting it on your desk. “I’m fine; the weather’s just warm is all”

“(Y/n)-chan, it’s raining” he pointed at the glass window to prove his point, as the rain once again showers the ground.

“Some people have high body temperatures ‘Tomu-kun, it’s no big deal” the look on his face really says it all, he doesn’t believe you. “I swear Tsutomu I’m fine”

He didn’t say a word after that, the teacher entering the classroom had ruined his opportunity to add more to his words. He turns on his chair to focus on the board as the teacher starts his lesson.

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“(Y/n)-chan, you’re sick” this was the fourth time Goshiki had said this to you and its only lunch, the first three times you had denied them, you kept telling him that you were fine. However, each time that you do, a new symptom emerges.

During the second period, your throat started to get scratchy, a series of coughs racking your body, disrupting your class multiple times. In the third period a cold manifested, and now, the lunch that you were looking forward to eating does not seem appetizing at all.

“I hate this” you sniffled, staring at the chicken katsudon you bought. The smell of the chicken does nothing but makes you even more nauseous, you shook your head, pushing the bowl towards Goshiki.

“You need to go back to your room and rest; I’ll take you to the infirmary so you can get some medicine”

“I’ll attend our afternoon classes, but I’ll have to skip practice” you took a bite of the banana he gave you, hoping that at least it would compensate for the lack of proper meal.

After eating his lunch, you both went to Coach Saito and Washijou-sensei to request them to excuse you for a few days from practice. Not sure when your fever will subside, they gave you a week off and wish for your fast recovery.

Your afternoon classes went by in a daze; you immediately forgot what you did in class. You kind of regret not skipping the rest of your classes, but at least you got 5 points straight to your final grade because your science teacher was feeling generous that afternoon.

Once classes were done, you immediately went back to your room while Goshiki walks to practice alone.

“Where’s (Y/n)?” Semi asks, your absence from the first year’s side was the first thing he notices. You and Goshiki are always seen together that it was weird to see him alone.

“She had to do something for our teacher” he cleared his throat as he tried to maintain eye contact with the setter, remembering how you requested him not to tell the others of your fever. “So she might have to skip practice”

Semi seems to believe him though as he went back to bouncing the ball, Goshiki scurrying to the other side of the gym to start stretching. Hoping that no one else would have to question him.

“(Y/n)-chan’s absent today?” Yamagata looks around the area, his eyes failed to spot your figure which was usually beside their coach. Goshiki slowly moves to hide behind Ushijima, his tall figure covering him completely from their eyes.

“Tsutomu, you know where she went?” Goshiki had to curse Tendou’s observant eyes; he failed to realize the redhead was just standing beside their and already had his eyes on him the moment Yamagata started talking.

Ushijima look over his shoulder to see a mop of dark hair, he moved to the side, so Goshiki would have to give them properly his answer.

“She had to do something for our teacher” he said the same answer he gave to Semi earlier. However, some were not quite convinced though.

“Really? what would that be?” Shirabu peered at him through his growing bangs, the copper strands almost reaching his eyes.

“One of our teacher’s ask (Y/n)-chan to help her check the exam papers”

Semi places his hands on his hips as he sighs. “Tsutomu, I know you’re lying. What did you two do this time?”

“We didn’t do anything Semi-san!” Goshiki defended, pouting at how they would think you and him got in trouble again. Sure, you both may have served detention before, but it was only once.

“Are you sure Tsutomu?”

“Yes, Reon-san!”

Goshiki could only stare at them in disbelief. Gosh, he really shouldn't have promised to keep your fever a secret.

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"I told you, go back to bed!"

"And I'm telling you, I'm fine!"

"What are they arguing about?" Sagae questioned, eyes never leaving the two first years glaring at each other at the back of the class. "This is the first time I've seen them fight"

"(L/n)'s still sick and Goshiki's been telling her to go back to her room to rest"

"Oh"

They both watch the spectacle happening before them, their voices being drowned out by the other students inside the class. Although, some had been watching as well. Curious as to why the two closest people in their class were fighting, though it could hardly be called a fight.

"(Y/n)-chan if you don't get some rest, you're never going to recover"

You huff, taking a seat on your chair as you adjust the face mask you've worn. "I really am fine Tsutomu, it's not as bad as it was yesterday"

It's not bad, but it doesn't mean you were comfortable, your nose was still runny and you were coughing every few minutes. But you refuse to miss your lessons, if you're still able to attend a class then you're going to do it even if you're sick.

"(Y/n)! Someone's at the door looking for you!" one of your classmates called out, pointing to the close door at the back part of the room.

You stood up, pulling down your mask as it had become harder for you to breathe. Opening the door, you were met with a tall figure. Their chest right in front of your face.

"...uh" you slowly lift your head up to come face to face with Semi's piercing gaze. "Semi-san good morning"

You nervously laugh, shifting from one foot to another.

"(Y/n), why are you in class?" his voice was calm, it’s soft, music to your ears. But the look on his face? One wrong answer and you’re definitely getting an exclusive nag session.

"Because it's a school day?" you knew what he was talking about and you knew for sure why he's here.

But your question is, who told him?

You tried to look behind him to spot the culprit and your eyes spotted the familiar mop of dark hair belonging to your roommate, who was standing behind Semi. When her eyes met yours, she just shrugs her shoulders.

Apart from Goshiki, she was the first one trying to convince you to skip classes and rest. But just as always, you dismissed her worry and ran out of your room towards class.

"(Y/n) answer me properly"

You bit your bottom lip, tightening your hold on the door’s handle. You slide the door close and quickly ran to the other one near the chalkboard, hoping to hide in the girls' comfort room until class starts.

However, just as you step foot out of your classroom, a hand shot out of nowhere, grabbing the back collar of your uniform.

"I'm taking you to the infirmary and you're going to stay put in your room until you're healthy" Semi dragged you across the hallway and towards the nurse's office. Your classmates crowding at the door to watch for anything that would happen next.

"Someone's in trouble" Kawanishi snickered, eyes following your and Semi's figure as the third year pulls you towards the infirmary. His large hands lock around your wrist to prevent you from running away.

“Semi-san was bound to find out sooner or later” Shirabu turns on his heel to return to his classroom, Kawanishi tailing behind him.

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You sat on your bed, hugging your knees, staring at the little potted plant your aunt gave you. Its leaves all green and healthy, a product of you endlessly taking care of it.

You were currently alone in your room, your roommate went out to do something. You forgot what it was, but she told you about picking up someone, probably her classmate so they could do their homework.

A knock on your door reach your ears, you remained silent, the pain in your throat had made it hard for you to talk. (e/c) eyes now focus on the knob as it turned and eight tall bodies entered, all clad in their pajamas. Carrying all sorts of items.

"I'll be down the hall, have (Y/n) call me if you need anything"

You heard your roommate say from out in the hallway, before Semi finally closes the door, locking it.

"(Y/n)-chan, good evening" you gave Tendou a weak wave. He motioned for you to stand up as you did so slowly, your head spinning with every little move you make.

He took a hoodie from the bag they brought and put it on you, the material way too big for your body. He pulled out a jacket, putting it over the sweater you just wore before he wrap your neck with a scarf. For the finishing touch, Kawanishi drapes two layers of blanket over your head, wrapping it around your body.

It was soft and smelled nice, you felt so warm now. The layers of clothing coupled with the blanket were what you just needed.

"Don't you think she needs more?" Tendou rubs his chin, as you blink up at him.

"She will suffocate if you add more Tendou" Ushijima carefully sat you down again, folding the excess sleeves of the jacket and sweater you wore.

"Have you eaten anything yet?" you shook your head, which was a bad idea. "We have brought congee for you"

Reon passed you a bowl of the said food, as you cradled it in your hands. "Careful, it's still hot"

You scoop a small amount into your spoon as you gently blew on it, pushing the spoon in your mouth and tasting the food. It was delicious and easy for you to consume, the rice and pieces of shredded chicken sliding down your throat with ease. Your stomach finally settling on its chosen dinner.

Shirabu drags your chair and set up his laptop. A movie ready to be played on the video player for you all to enjoy while eating.

You patted the empty space beside you, Goshiki immediately claimed the spot on your left while Kawanishi and Shirabu claimed the other. The third years, sitting on the floor, each one holding their own bowl of food.

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"So who's carrying who?" Yamagata stared at the cute sight in front of him, their four juniors had fallen asleep in the middle of the movie and was now snuggled against each other on your bed.

"Let's just wake them up" Reon gently shakes them awake, making sure not to disturb you. Goshiki was the first to wake up, followed by Shirabu and Kawanishi, each one letting out a yawn.

"Is the movie finished already?" Shirabu rubs his eyes as he stood up, stretching his arms.

"Yes, let's go back" Semi checked your temperature one last time before he carefully guides your body to lay down on the bed and resting your head on your soft pillow.

They gathered their belongings, leaving the ones they wrapped you with before exiting your room. Your roommate, escorting them out of the building.

The next day you woke up feeling refresh, your nose was cleared, your headache was gone, and your throat feeling better. You finally recovered from your fever and you were finally able to do your manager duties again.

However, you did not expect to be greeted by half of the team going down with the sickness you suffered the week prior.

"Achoo!" Goshiki let out a groan as he pressed a hand on his head. Dropping down on the bench as he accepts the tissue you gave him.

The coaches don’t know where it came from since you never step foot in the gym during the time that you were sick. They suspect that it’s the weather, the constant rain showers, and low temperatures were a definite factor.

"Guess flu season came early" Washijou-sensei let out a sigh before announcing that practice will be put on hold for a few days. Ordering his players to go back to their dorms and rest until it all goes away.

#haikyuu x reader #shiratorizawa x reader #haikyuu fluff #hq x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #shiratorizawa #ushijima wakatoshi #semi eita #tendou satori #yamagata hayato #oohira reon #shirabu kenjirou #kawanishi taichi #goshiki tsutomu

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djarinsidebitch · 4 years

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The Order

A/N: This was a request from my old account!

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: SMut, degrading language, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, Anakin Skywalker

“This wasn’t an offer. It was an order.” and “If you desire me, you come to me yourself.”

You were the new padawan of jedi master Obi wan kenobi; you master died early in the clone wars, you were nearing the end of your jedi training but the council wanted you to stay with a master for a little while longer.At this moment you were training with Obi wan kenobi’s former padawan jedi knight Anakin Skywalker, Training with lightsabers you and anakin spared his blue lightsaber clashing with your blue one he was definitely more skilled than you and overpowered you but it was made up by your speed and acrobatics. It was only so long until he beat you, forcing your lightsaber out of your hand and holding his blade close enough to your neck that you could heal the heat burn against your skin. “Again” he orders much to your dismay, groaning “we have been training for hours i have had enough for today” you snap back stepping away from him and he turns off his lightsaber clipping it onto his belt “yet you are still losing, When obi wan put me in charge of you for the week he didn't tell me to go easy on you, you are nearing the time for your trials but you will never pass if you can't hold your ground” he lectures and you roll your eyes “but i won't be any more ready for them if i am too tired to do them” you retort moving to grab your things that were on the side but are quickly stopped when anakin reaches out grabbing the back of your collar on your jedi robes yanking you back to him. your back is pressed against his chest, his arm around your midsection. and your heart is pounding not sure what has gotten into anakin “That wasn’t an offer. It was an order” he growled into your ear, your eyes widened, not sure what to feel, there was fear but also another feeling deep in your gut of pleasure. It was weird and you didn't understand the warmth that started building within you. You snap back with “Well Skywalker you are not my master” you try to pull away from him but his arm moves up his hand moving to grip your neck “I am you master right now” he says looking down at your face with a fire in his eyes and smirks seeing the fear and confusion in your eyes. “Right” he squeezes your neck harder pushing a squeak out of your throat as you nod “yes” and although you couldn't see him you could imagine the smirk on his face he pushes you over against the wall placing one hand next to your head “If you wish, what training do you want to go over, Master” you smirk slightly and he growls moving his hand form the wall to rest on your hips gripping them “Ithink i have a few ideas'' he says lowly into your ear and you shiver goosebumps rising all over your body. He chuckled darkly noticing the effect he has on you; he gives you a soft kiss on your earlobe then bites down on it softly. Pulling a small yelp from you.

Anakin lets go of your neck and moves into kiss you his hands reaching behind grabbing at your ass and you gasp giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. The two of you make out until you have to separate for air “Anakin, we can't do this, not hear these are public training grounds anyone can walk in” you say slightly out of breath but anakin just responds “I don't care, let them” he starts kissing down your neck sucking and biting down leaving love bites that will definitely be hard to explain. “Let's give them a show” he smirks looking up at you making your knees weak. You nod biting your lip “Ok” a newfound confidence fills you and you run your hands over his chest feeling the muscles of his chest though his jedi robes reaching for his belt to work on unclasping it. Anakin continued his attack on your neck moving to your chest pushing your the opening to your ribes aside not wanting to care about the belt to impatient to get to your skin moving the thick pieces of fabric out of the way he stops for a second to admire your breasts the bunched up fabric still kept them pushed together “Your so-” he places soft kisses along the top of them “Beautiful; absolutely stunning” he seems enamored by your body and causes a blush to dance across your cheeks hearing the contrast to the deep tones earlier. A warmths also starts to pool elsewhere making you more desperate for him, the fears of the jedi and what you were doing were gone and all that was in your mind was him.

His belt finally falls loosening his robes giving you access to his chest and abbs running your fingers up and down his toned chest; through the ridges of his abs you moves to trail kisses along his chest mimicking him by giving him love bites all across his chest and a few on his neck as pay back, he groans in response, deep and throaty he starts playing with your hair threading his fingers through it. Finally he had enough he pushed you back up against the wall and with the force unclasped your belt, letting your garments fall free pushing it off of your shoulders the both of you now only clothes in your pants and boots make quick work of shedding that final layer.the two of you were lying on the floor in the training room still near the side of the wall. Even though you had gone this far he looks at you “is this still ok” the softness in his voice returned as you nodded “Yes of course Ani'' you say with a playful tone in your voice but that just turned him on more he growls again “I don't think so, what did you call me” he says with a smirk on his face he started to tease you by grabbing onto your thighs hard enough that there were probably going to be bruises tomorrow and started grinding into you giving the both of you the friction you needed but he was going slow enough that you started to mewl needed more “please.. Please” you started begging “Please what? Princess' ' he asks with a grunt “Please Master please” you whine wanting more anything. “Well since you asked so nicely”. He moves lining himself up with your entrance and thrusting in. You let out a fairly loud moan “Woah woah sweetheart like you said this is a public place we don't want to get caught” he says and you bite your lipas he starts thrusting trying to hold back the noises.he holds the backs of your thighs up and towards your chest thrusting with vigor quietly grunting through grit teeth. Anakin leans down planting his hands next to your head leaning down, capturing your lips in a kiss as your hands run down his back leaving red scratches across his back feeling his muscles flex with every roll of his hips.

You weren't going to last much longer moaning into his mouth clenching around him, the knot in your abdomen getting tighter and tighter “An-Anakin, im close please” you whimper out as quiet as possible against his lips ``come on sweetheart come for me” he says moving one hand to rub against your clit he was close also and his thrust started becoming sloppy and sloppier wanting to cum first he tried to hold off. It was too much the sensations overwhelmed you “i-” you couldn't finish pleasure cutting you off with a loud moan but he tried to muffle it by kissing you and soon found his own release burying himself to the hilt as he released. You moan again feeling him coat your insides. There was a silence as you catch your breath “Lets no make this a one time thing” he murmurs looking down at you moving a piece of hair out of your face and you nood “Yes master” she says biting you lip and he chuckles “Seems the padawan needs another lesson” he sits up stretching “but maybe another time, i am tired” He moves to put his clothes back on and you do the same trying to make yourself presentable. When the two of you exit and start walking down the hallway another jedi calls out for the two of you “Padawan, you missed meditation practice, where were you” the start scolding and you look frantic open and closing your mouth trying to come up with something to say but Anakin cuts in “I am sorry Master Nox i lost track of time while working with her on her lightsaber skills in preparation of her trials, if there was anyone to blame it was me and i apologize” he says bowing slightly and th either master nods “Alright but you padawan will have to make sure to be there tomorrow” “of course Master Nox” They nod and walk away and once out of ear shot the two of you start laughing continuing to walk down the hall.

#anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker x you #anakin skywalker smut #Star Wars smut #Star Wars x reader #anakin fanfiction #anakin smut #anakin skywalker fanfiction

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zebrabaker · 4 years

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Paris Stands Alone; Part 13

Part 12

This chapter’s art is...

As always, HUGE credits to @gajer-1226 , for her amazing art!

Marinette groaned from her spot on the couch. Mullo had come down from relaxing in the sunroom a while ago, and the trio was sprawled out on the couch, cuddling under a blanket and watching a news report on the current Mayoral elections. Monsieur D’Argencourt was running again, despite having lost so many times in a row. His opponents were a strict woman who had been on the city council for years and was very conservative, and a man who was far more liberal but had little experience. She’d need to keep an eye on things politically, things like this always led to stronger Akumas, be they the politicians themselves or angry citizens.

Right as she had begun to debate with herself whether or not she should go back to bed the whole house shook, and she heard screaming in the streets.

“Son of a bitch…let’s go.” She rolled off the couch with a heavy sigh. “What are we betting on this time?” She asked, stretching and rolling her neck gently.

“Oh! Animal!” Mullo squeaked, perking up. She and the Kwamis had invented a game of betting on what the Amoks would be, winner getting to pick what game they would play on the household game night. If there was a tie, they would do a coin toss.

“I imagine after this morning they’ll go for inanimate.” Tikki yawned. “Ready whenever you are, Marinette!”

“Spots on!” She cried, smirking when she saw a portal appear a few feet away from her, put of sight of the windows. Leaping through, she let loose a battle cry as the world sharply shifted.

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The Amok was a rampaging, canine beast, with massive fangs and glowing red eyes, and a hissing, spitting cobra for a tail. It looked like a terrifying mix of a pit-bull and a Doberman pinscher. Nightmare had taken to the rooftops, opening a portal that Ladybug leaped through with a mighty cry. She flung her yoyo at a flagpole and yanked it tight, swinging towards the beast feet-first. She slammed it across the snout, making it whine and stumble. A figure dropped from another portal in the sky, this one swirling blue and white, the figure indistinguishable.

“No way!” Teacup squealed, bouncing in place.

“What is that?” Batman asked, drawing a batarang.

“That is someone we don’t see very often.” Cat Sidhe muttered.

“Who?” Wonder Woman asked, fidgeting with her lasso.

“Bunnyx, the wielder of the Rabbit Miraculous. Her Miracle is called Burrow, it allows her to transverse the timestream with ease. She only visits on important occasions, or if she needs to warn us away from something. She’s the one who sent Jade Turtle out on patrol the night he died saving that girl from the disgraced one. Let’s go say ‘hi’, everyone.” Yellow Jacket was smirking as she took off running for the edge of the building. Right as she reached the edge, she grabbed a dagger from her boot and flung it at the beast at the same time as she flung her trompo at the same flagpole Ladybug had swung from. The dagger nailed the beast (presumably an Amok) in the eye, and it howled in agony and rage. It thrashed and stomped it’s feet, which were the size of minivans. It managed to take the corner off a building, making the civilians evacuating along the sidewalks scream.

Snapping Turtle dove into action, drawing their shield in a fluid motion and shouting something lost beneath the sound of the monster’s howls. A green semi-opaque dome made of hexagons appeared, surrounding a small family and the hero in question from the rubble raining from above. The shield didn’t even flicker or waver, merely protecting the small family as Snapping Turtle scooped one of the three small children up and prepping the family to move.

Vixen, standing on the rooftop, drew her reedpipes from her belt, and slowly began to play a haunting tune. Cat Sidhe, picking up on some hidden signal, made a series of gestures with the hand that bore his ring, before uttering a word that made the Americans shudder. It was dark and dank, this feeling, like the paranoia of being out late at night with shadows looming and every sound inducing panic.

From the ring began to emerge a shadowy figure. It morphed itself slowly into a humanoid figure, dressed in all white, with features that seemed to whisper ‘not right, not human, predator!’ in the ears of all who saw it. It was the unnatural smoothness of it’s skin and features, the inverted colors, with white pupils and black irises, hair that started pure white and faded to dull purple. It seemed to be a doll, unmoving, until Cat Sidhe spoke.

“Distract the Amok for me.” He ordered, and the inhuman thing melted into a pool of shadows, before the puddle seemed to dart away towards the Amok.

“What was that?” Nightwing asked uneasily.

“That was his Grace’s secondary ability, Nyx. It creates an inverted clone of pure destruction energy. You don’t want to be around when it self-destructs, that’s for damn sure.” Roi Singe sighed. “I’ll stay back this time; I don’t want to throw you guys off.”

“Alright. I’m off. Vixen, you good?” The fox, who was still playing her pipes, which were emitting a light orange mist, nodded slowly. The mist was descending to the streets below, and Cat Sidhe went running towards the edge of the building, going into a diver’s position as he plummeted towards the street below. Barely twenty feet above the pavement, the cat hero drew his baton and extended it, slamming the end into the ground so hard that it dented the asphalt as he vaulted towards the Amok, which was now biting and snapping as Ladybug and Yellow Jacket darted around it’s head. There was another heroine, this one in blue and white with roller skates on her feet, moving too fast for anyone to properly see her.

The orange mist, which now filled the entire block, suddenly blew towards the Amok, whirling around it as if being held by a tornado. A glance at Vixen proved that her fingers were dancing over her pipes faster than ever, and Batman felt on edge. He’d never been a fan of magic.

The mist rapidly coalesced into a large, feline shape, similar to the Amok in it’s unnatural size. The feline let out a powerful yowl, and swiped with massive claws at the Amok. The Amok (Who Yellow Jacket insisted on calling ‘Fluffy) growled and pounced at the beast, only to be entangled in the wires of Ladybug and Yellow Jacket’s weapons as the illusion dissolved into mist once more. As the wires pulled taught around the Amok, Cat Sidhe’s Nyx reappeared before the beast, darting every which way and holding it’s attention. The beast, desperate in it’s rage to attack the tiny unnatural thing in front of it, thrashed and wriggled, trying to get itself lose, and only succeeded in tightening the wires. Slowly, Cat Sidhe snuck up behind the Amok, right hand raised in front of him as if he was trying to smack a fly. Right as the Amok snapped it’s jaws closed around the clone, Cat Sidhe slammed his hand into a thin red collar around Fido’s neck. The dog let out a startled, pained yelp, and was encased in a squirming mass of dark blue bubbles, which hissed and popped as the Amok shrank. Ladybug stood, waiting, and yanked on her yoyo string, which came zipping back into her palm. It wasn’t until the mass was barely any bigger than an American football that a peacock feather appeared that she acted, gently swinging her yoyo to catch it. When she had the feather secured, she flung her yoyo high into the air, crying out a string of words that felt like pure safety.

It was after the loveliness had faded that the final bubbles faded away, revealing a small, emaciated puppy, who’s bones showed through it’s skin, and it seemed to shiver as it looked up at all the heroes surrounding it. It snarled and snapped, cowering from the heroes around it.

“Wait, that was the eight-story tall monster that just did at least half a million in property damage?” Nightwing asked, walking up behind the Court members.

“This is why Hawkmoth and Mayura are so dangerous, they turn even the most innocuous, innocent little thing into something that can kill hundreds.” Vixen explained, landing behind them lightly, as if she hadn’t just jumped ten stories.

“What will happen to the poor thing?” Wonder Woman asked, watching as the puppy shied away from Ladybug’s hand as if expecting to be hit.

“Well, Fidel already has several dogs. They naturally love her, and Yellow Jacket has been talking about setting up a sanctuary for stray dogs. This one, however, seems to have developed a liking towards her Ladyship.” Roi Singe chuckled, watching as the small dog pressed it’s head into Ladybug’s palm.

“And lord only knows that my Melody could never turn away an animal in need.” Cat Sidhe said, approaching them casually. “Thanks for staying out of the way back there, it could have been bad if someone got hurt.”

“You’re in charge here.” Batman said gruffly.

“Still, we might have an issue. I have some stuff that needs me back home, so I was thinking one of my brothers could come over and help you guys out.”

“We’ll talk about it more tomorrow, for now we all need to split before the press starts getting pushy and Vixen, Bunnyx, and I transform back.” Ladybug said, holding the small dog in her arms. The canine was cuddled up close to her, soaking in her body heat. “Ready, love?” She asked Cat Sidhe, who nodded and sent a glare at a woman with pinkish hair who was coming their way, a camera crew behind her. “Bug out!” Ladybug said, winking to the cameras and flinging her yoyo (which should not be able to go that far) at a flagpole on a nearby building. Cat Sidhe began to extend his baton, before letting it fall, vaulting off down the street.

X0X0X

Nadya watched as Ladybug and Cat Sidhe left the scene, and the various Court members disappeared to the rooftops. This was perfect! And yet, right as she approached, Batman drew a grappling hook from his belt, fired at a gargoyle on a nearby building, and went flying off, and Wonder Woman barely waved to the camera before flying away. At least the remaining hero, a young man dressed in black and blue, took a moment to smile and give a dramatic bow before somehow climbing a brick wall. These heroes were ruining her poor ratings! Well, she still had that Ladyblogger girl’s number…

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#my writing #psa #lukanette #black cat luka #Court of Miracles #miraculous DC crossover #maribat #ml salt

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moostaronce · 4 years

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Misbehavior [M]

Request: hello! can i request a smut scenario with aoa’s choa and female reader? choa is a dom/mommy and is orgasm denying(?) the reader at dinner bc she misbehaved all day. idk if u u write for aoa or take requests of this nature but if not, u can replace choa with solji or tone down the request 😅😅

A/N: This went without proofreading cause I didn’t wanna. The only reason I’m not using Choa like you originally requested is just because I no longer know AOA like I used to a few years ago. It probs doesn’t have much to do with this kind of request but I like to have a good grip on the members personalities and habits for the groups I write for. I can do Solji though. I hope you like it, if it’s trash I’m sorry. <3

It wasn’t noon before you had over stepped in reference to her patience for the day. Solji wasn’t just your partner but your dom as well. Though sometimes she felt like you forgot who you were dealing with. Before lunch you had managed to disobey everything she said to you and it was pissing her off. It was like you wanted to be punished, but knowing you that was a good possibility.

If a punishment is what you were after then a punishment is exactly what you were going to get, but you were going to get it on her time.

A few hours later you found yourself taking way too long to get ready as Solji sat in the living room calmly with her legs crossed, watching you scramble around. She checks the wall clock to find that you would both be at least five minutes late meeting her members for dinner. You know that Solji likes to be punctual for these types of dinners and yet you were still not fully dressed yet.

Once you were finally ready you stood by the door with anticipation. Solji couldn’t help the smile growing on her face as she saw how excited you were to go out to dinner with her. Unfortunately for you that excitement wasn’t going to prevent your punishment from happening tonight. Not by a long shot.

You only made it past ordering the appetizer before you felt the familiar sensation of Solji gently scratching your inner thigh with her perfectly manicured nails. The feeling always sent a deep shiver down your spine and this moment was no exception. If anyone else at the table notices how your entire being tenses up, they don’t mention it.

You make an attempt to remove her hand until she grips you where she was scratching firmly in warning. When you glance over at her she isn’t paying you any attention. Contrary to her actions under the table, Solji seems fully invested in Heeyeon’s excited description of a new drama she was cast in as the lead.

Under normal circumstances this would be a refreshing moment. Junghwa and Hyelin laughing loudly together while Hyojin tries to quiet them down a little. It would be a moment of purity amongst friends. Yet here you are with a pool of heat slowly rising in your lower lower abdomen, and your girlfriend’s hand moving painfully slowly towards your core.

This wasn’t completely shocking though. You had been misbehaving all day with the hopes of receiving a punishment tonight, but you thought she would at least wait until you two could be alone.

Before you can fully register it, a small gasp rips through you when Solji’s fingers slide along your folds through your panties. At this point it is very clear to the both of you just how wet you had gotten. A small glance at her proved to be a poor decision because the small smirk on her face tells you everything you need to know.

Solji wastes little to no time working you up. Alternating between rubbing slow circles on your clit to inserting and pumping two long fingers at a slow steady pace. A slow buildup until your walls tighten around her and she pulls out immediately, eliciting a rather loud whimper from you. Lucky for you, the other girls are so loud it goes unnoticed. Your eyes find Solji’s as she puts her fingers in her mouth with a cheshire grin before she continues to eat.

Over and over again until the bill comes you endure the same torture. A slow steady build up that only leads to disappointment. After the bill is paid you all go your separate ways and as soon as you reach the car you begin to whine.

“Absolutely not. You will go the rest of the night without a release and maybe tomorrow. I haven’t quite decided yet.” There was a finality in her voice that sent chills down your spine for probably the hundredth time tonight. Your legs involuntarily rub together and you feel like your about to cry from how frustrated the constant orgasm denial throughout the night has left you.

“But I’m sorry! I’ll behave I swear it.“ It came out as a plea. At this point you would beg as much as she wants however she wants. She won’t budge. It does turn her on to see you so willing to submit, especially after your display the entire day. Solji looks at you and firmly grips you by the neck at she speaks lowly directly in your ear.

“Let me make it clear that I am now and have always been the one in charge here. Do not forget who I am or what I am to you. You’ve been bad all day and now you will take your punishment whether you like it or not. Do we understand one another?“

Her tone is dark and intense. It serves to intimidate you and somehow make you want her even more, but she was right. You were her sub before you were her girlfriend and that didn’t stop after you became official. So you decided to accept your fate. Her mind was clearly made up and if you push her buttons you know full well that she will leave you untouched for at least a month. So you wait. Solji was merciful more often than not, she would surely change her mind by the end of the night. Right?

#Girl group scenario #EXID scenarios #girl group smut #Solji scenarios #EXID smut #Solji #Heo Solji #masterlist #MooStarOnce

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atlafan · 4 years

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Take it Slow - Part Thirty-Three

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: MENTION OF PAST ABUSE! If you do NOT want to read about what happened to her, please skip the italics section, as it goes into detail. The good good is happening, there is smut. THIS STORY IS NOT OVER YET THOUGH, PLS BE KIND TO ME I HOPE THIS WAS WORTH IT, I LOVE YOU ALL SM OKIE BYE!

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

“I don’t think I’ve told you enough how beautiful you look tonight.” He places a hand on your knee.

“That’s so sweet, Jake. Thank you.” You blush. You felt proud of the green dress you decided to wear.

Four dates with an amazing guy. You felt like Jake really liked you. Each date was better than the last. You felt a little nervous inviting him up to your little studio apartment, but you were sick of making out in his car.

“This is a nice place.”

“Thanks, might be getting a bigger place soon, we’ll see.”

After some more chatter and a little flirting, you started kissing. His lips were soft and inviting. He pulled you on top of him, and you were happy to straddle his legs. He picked you up, and brought you over to your bed. You didn’t mind, you figured you’d just get into some heavy petting, maybe give him a blow job.

He didn’t take your dress fully off. He had to know he was hurting you, the tears rolling down your cheeks with each painful thrust had to be a tell, but that would involve him having to look at you. You were almost grateful when he flipped you over so you could bury your head into your pillow. You thought you were going to suffocate from the way he was pushing on you. You thought he was going to rip the hair right out of your scull as he pulled you up close to him.

He collapsed next to you when he was finished. It was dark in your apartment.

“That was fun.” You nodded your head in agreement, scared to respond in any other way. “Listen, I’d spend the night, but I have a lot going on tomorrow. I’ll call you okay?”

“Okay.”

“Still on for next week.” He kissed your cheek, and got himself together. He left.

You weren’t sure what sound came out of you. A mix between a shriek and a sob. You got up and made sure your door was completely locked. You turned your lights on and nearly passed out at the blood on the sheets. You looked down between your legs, and that was when you lost your balance. You woke up on the floor about an hour later. You stripped yourself of all your clothes and put them into a plastic bag, just in case you thought you’d need them. You ripped the sheets off your bed, and left them in a pile on the floor, and made your bed. You tried to go to the bathroom, but it was too painful.

You barely ate or drank anything all week because you dreaded going to the bathroom. You didn’t shower, you didn’t have the energy to get off your couch. Every day that you had to call out of work took out any energy you had. You hadn’t been able to sleep.

“Y/N! It’s me, Niall! I’m comin’ in!” You lifted your head slowly as he came in. He must’ve known you kept a spare key in your desk. “Brought you some s-oh my god!” He rushes over to you, dropping the container of soup to the floor. “What happened?!” You just look at him. You raise a shaky hand pointing to the sheets on the floor. “Are, are you havin’ a bad period?” You shake your head no. “Please, Y/N, try to talk to me.”

“Jake.” You whisper. That was all you needed to say. He understood completely.

“Alright, we need to get you into the shower.” You shake your head no. “You know what, I’m…I’m gonna make a bath up for you, how about that?” He goes into your bathroom and gets the water started. You were a clean person, he had never seen your apartment in such shambles. He walks back out. “Bath is fillin’ up, can I help you off the couch?” You nod yes.

He was being so gentle with you. You had only known Niall over a year, and you considered him one of your good friends, but now he was a best friend. He leads you into the bathroom.

“Do you need help? Or can you do this yourself?”

“I…can.”

He leaves the door a crack open, just in case. You slide the clothes that you had worn all week off. You sunk into the warm water, and winced. You were still extremely sore from your ordeal. You dip your head under to get your hair wet. You really didn’t have the energy to wash it, so you didn’t. Once you felt clean enough you got up, and wrapped yourself in a towel. You threw your greasy, wet hair up into a bun. You grab your robe that was hanging on the back of the door, and slip it on. You see Niall pacing around the room.

“All set?” You nod your head yes. “What can I do for ya? Do you want to go to the police?” You shook your head no vigorously.

Niall called out of work the next day. He stayed with you, helped you eat. There were six different times you drove with him to the police station. Eventually you decided against pressing charges, but you hung onto all the evidence. Niall helped you call your mom. He was there while you cried into her. She told you about Dr. Mara, and Niall helped you set up your first appointment.

You started with half days at work. Niall told your supervisor you had caught mono, so you couldn’t be in full time just yet.

Niall helped you find your new apartment. He wanted you in his building, but you couldn’t quite afford it yet. He helped you move into your new place, and helped you make it cozy. You called him the night after you told all of your friends what happened to you. You called him the night after you told your siblings and dad what happened to you.

If you two weren’t close before, you were close now. His holiday party was one of the first times you felt like doing something fun with other people. It was a great party. There was a handsome man there doing shots with what looked like a close friend. You watched as he threw his head back to laugh, seeing a dimple indent further into his cheek. You desperately wanted to ask Niall who the man was, but you were in no place to do so.

Little did you know, the handsome man with the dimple would become the absolute love of your life. You had gone through something horrible, and moments of it were still fuzzy in your brain. You still had nightmares, but they always ended the same. With Harry. He would never do anything to hurt you, ever. You’ve known this for a long time, but now you had no reason to wait. The man wanted to live with you for god’s sake. You were done being scared. If you got triggered during, then you’d just have to deal with it then and there. You were done letting this moment in your life control every thought and feeling that you had.

You take a deep breath, and finish off your glass of wine.

“Want some more?”

“No, that was plenty.” You smile, and place the glass down on the coffee table. You raise a hand, and cup his cheek, he leans in to your touch. Shifting his face slightly to kiss the palm of your hand.

You scoot closer to him, both of your bodies facing each other. You cup both of his cheeks in your hands and pull his face closer to you. You nuzzle your nose to his as he places his glass on the coffee table, not wanting to spill. His arms wrap around to your back as your lips connect. It feels like the first time you’ve been able to properly kiss in days. You swipe your tongue across his bottom lip, and he parts his mouth open for you. Your tongues connect and he groans into the intense kiss. Your fingers lace through his hair and tug slightly. He nips at your jaw, and kisses down your neck, getting to the skin just below your earlobe. His teeth sink in, only slightly. He didn’t want his friends giving you a tough time tomorrow night. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t find other places on your body to leave his love behind.

A moan leaves your lips as he continues to kiss on your neck. You felt a familiar ache brewing between your legs. You wanted him so badly. Your hands move to tug at his collar, and they begin to unbutton his shirt. His lips find yours again as you push the shirt off his shoulders. His hands reach below the skirt of your dress to tug down your nylons. You kick them off the ends of your feet. The palm of his hand presses against your core, only a lacy pair of underwear between the two of you. You cling to him as he rubs his hand against you, making you more and more wet.

“God, I want you to fuck me.” You whisper out loud. Your eyes snap open when his hand stops moving. He heard you. He leans back to look at you clearly.

“I…don’t think I heard you correctly, could you repeat that?” His eyes are wide, and his pupils are dilated.

“I said, I want you to fuck me, Harry.” You say in a shy voice.

“Right, with what exactly?” He asks softly. He wanted you to say it so his hopes and dreams weren’t shattered yet again. He wanted to hear you clarify if you wanted his mouth, his fingers, and or his hardening cock.

Your heart was racing, you reach your hand to palm him through his pants. You look up at him through your lashes. “With this.” He looks at you as if to ask are you sure, and you give him a reassuring smile and a nod.

Not wanting to spoil the moment with more words, he gets up off the couch, and scoops you up, carrying you bridal style into the bedroom. You kissed him as he carried you in. He set you down gently. Your lips didn’t leave his as you undid his pants. You broke away only for a moment, to let him take his shirt off. He unzips your dress, and lets it pool at your feet.

He has you straddle him as you get on the bed, him leaning against the headboard. Both of your lips were swollen from how hard you were kissing each other. He reaches around to unhook your bra, he kisses your chest as he pushes the straps off your shoulders. He gets it out of the way completely, and licks one of your nipples, getting it hard. His teeth graze over it before sucking on it. You let out a moan as your hips sink further down onto him. He twists your piercing with his teeth while his hand kneads your other breast. Eventually he switches to the other to pay it equal attention. His hands move to your hips, and then to your ass, squeezing your plush skin. He kisses on your shoulders and collarbones, as he presses your chests closer together, wanting any and all contact.

“Harry.” You breathe.

He knew you wanted him, but he also knew he wanted to take his time, to savor every moment. An intrusive thought from the back of his head also telling him to make you wait just for the amount of time you’ve made him wait, but he pushes it away. Those kinds of things can come later. Right now, you were fully trusting him with everything you had. He wasn’t going to fuck this up.

Harry gently lifts you up, and places you next to him. He moves to hover over you. You look into each other’s eyes and kiss deeply. You felt like you could cry at any moment, but not because you were sad or scared. You were excited. He kisses down your entire body, and slowly takes off your panties. You lift your hips to help. He kisses from your inner thigh to your core. Your hips buck up at the sudden contact, but he uses his hand to hold you down. His tongue flattens, and swipes a stripe up your center. He moves up to your clit and sucks on your throbbing nub. Your hands go to his hair. Your heart was pounding so hard you thought it was going to beat right out of your chest. What he was doing felt amazing, but for the first time ever, you wanted to skip all the foreplay.

“Harry, baby, please…I’m ready for you, all of you.” He lifts his head slowly to look at you. “I want to feel you.” He takes a deep breath, and tugs his boxers down his legs and tosses them onto the floor.

“Do you want me to use a condom, angel?” You should probably say yes, but you hadn’t fucked up your pills or anything, and you trusted that if he had anything, he wouldn’t have let you suck his dick so many times.

“I’m fine if you don’t use one. I want to really be able to feel you.” He smiles and nods.

“I just wanna use my fingers for a bit to help brace you for the sensation, okay?”

“Okay.”

He hovers over you again, placing kisses on the crook over neck as he works a finger in. Once he feels you relax around him, another finger slips in. You groan as he slowly pumps in and out of you. You were dripping for him, completely soaked.

“Y/N, you’re one hundred percent sure?” He says, moving up to meet your eyes.

“Yes, Harry.”

“If at any moment, something doesn’t feel right say something, or push me off or whatever you need to do.” His eyes seemed glossy. This was an emotional moment for the both of you.

“I will, babe.” You take a deep breath. “Just take it slow, okay?” He nods.

Harry removes his fingers from you, and grips himself. He rubs the tip of his leaking cock against your clit to get you used to him. You thought your mind would be racing, but you were solely focused on him. You put your hands on his shoulders as he rubbed his tip against your center.

“Ready?”

“Mhm.”

Your eyes are locked on where you’re about to connect. You shift your legs to try to open up for him a bit more. He slowly starts to push inside you. Your nails dig into his shoulders as he stretches you. Even though Harry had been fingering you for months, you were still incredibly tight. His eyes roll into the back of his while he pushes further. You felt incredible, absolutely incredible. He had all he could do to not come right then and there. He stopped for a moment to look at you and see how you were. You thought he had finished pushing inside you, so you relaxed around him. He took this as the go ahead to continue to get all the way in.

“Jesus, there’s more?!” You both start laughing.

“Almost all the way in, love. You’re doin’ great.”

Once he’s in all the way, he stays put to give you a second to adjust and get used to him. You were clenched pretty hard around him, and your nails were digging further into his skin. Your eyes were screwed shut and watery. He pushes some hair out of your face to comfort you.

“It’s okay baby.” He coos. You slowly open your eyes to look at him. You immediately relaxed because you knew you were safe. “You feel so good, can I start to move a little?”

“Yes.”

If Harry had his way, he’d pull all the way out and slam into you. But he knew he needed to be sweet to you tonight. He slowly retracts his hips, and moves them back in. You let out a groan.

“Kiss me.” You say desperately.

Your lips connect as he goes in and out of you slowly. You bring legs up to wrap around his waist, giving him a better angle. You gasp loudly when he hits bottom. He stops moving.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” You run your hands through his now damp hair.

“It’s okay, keep going.”

“Does it…feel good?”

“Yes, so good. You’re so big.” You moan.

“Can I move a little faster?”

“Just a little.”

Harry continues to thrust in and out of you. He moves his hips around in a circle causing a drawn out moan to come out of you.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He says into your ear. One of his hands moves to your breast and kneads it.

He was making you feel good all over. He starts to suck on your neck as he twists your piercing. You were doing what you always did, but for the first time you felt full. With each thrust as he fucked you, you could feel him stretching you out. It had been so long since you felt something so good. You wanted to be thrown around into every possible position, but you couldn’t do that tonight. You had to get through this initial, intimate moment to make sure you’d be okay for more later on. Besides that, you had to get used to having such a big cock inside of you.

“Shit.” You groan as he starts to hit your g-spot. “Keep, keep doing that.”

“Did I find it? Is it right here?” He presses his hand down on your lower stomach, increasing the pressure growing within.

“Fuck.” You groan through your teeth.

He keeps his movements slow and focused. You lift your hips to grind up against him, and you find yourself moving in sync with him. Your head rolls back far into the pillow.

“Takin’ me so well angel.”

“Feels so good Harry, love the way you fuck me.”

He crashes his mouth back to yours, and moans into the kiss. He moves a little faster, and takes his hand to rub on your clit. You keep grinding against him.

“Shit, Harry.” You feel your stomach start to tighten.

“Go ahead, come for me.” He rubs your clit harder as he continues to hit your g-spot.

“Harry, Harry, ahhhhhhhhhh.” You release around him.

Harry starts to thrust into you faster as he feels his own release coming. He wanted to make sure you came at least once before he did. He grabs one of your hands, and presses it into the pillow next to your head. His head is pressed into the crook of your neck.

“Baby, I can’t last much longer.” He groans.

“You wanna come, Harry?”

“Yes, inside of you, can I?”

“Please, fill me up.”

You really shouldn’t have said that. Because Harry thrusts up into you so hard…well the next part happens almost in slow motion. He slides all the way out of you, and pounds in too hard. You have a scary flash, and move your feet to push up against his stomach. He was starting to come, so when you pushed him out of you, he had no time to angle himself, so his hot come ends up getting in your eyes and all over your face.

“Shit! Shit! Fuck, I’m so sorry! What, what happened?” He felt like he had the wind knocked out of him.

You laid there for a moment, your eye was stinging.

“Y/N, please talk to me. Shit, let me get a rag or something. You, you kicked me off of you, and I was already, and I couldn’t.” He sits on his knees and looks at you. Your lips form into a smile and you can’t help but start laughing. You lick your lips and take a deep breath.

“A rag would be great.”

He goes into the bathroom quick, and wets a washcloth. He comes back out and dabs your face.

“Sorry ‘bout your eye.” He dabs it lightly.

“S’okay.” You slowly open your eyes and look up at him. You cup his cheek and he leans into it.

“What happened? Did I hurt you?”

“It’s not that you hurt me, you sort of just pounded into me a little hard when you pulled out. I had a flash and I panicked. Did I hurt you?”

“No, not at all. I’ll be more careful next time. I got excited.”

“We did pretty good other than that though. I bet if we work up to it, we’ll get to a point where you can fuck me like that the entire time.” You give him a weak smile as your adrenaline starts to fade. He chuckles.

“I’d like that.” He kisses your hairline. “So, everything else felt good?”

“So good.” Your hands reach down to your stomach. “I should go to the bathroom.” He scoots over to let you get up.

You swing your legs over the bed and stand up.

“Mother of god.” You say as you take a step. You look back at him and you burst out laughing.

“What?”

“I think you rearranged me guts.” He starts laughing. He stands up and helps you walk to the bathroom, just before you close the door, he kisses you.

“Cute of you to think that.”

“What?”

“That that was gut rearranging sex. I took it easy on ya tonight, love. But don’t worry, like you said, we’ll just keep workin’ at it.” He winks, and closes the door for you.

You feel a slight sting when you use the toilet. You figured as he was stretching you out, you tore a little. You wash your face quick, and join him back in the bed. He’s sitting up, and you sit up as well.

“So, it really felt good, like, you enjoyed it?” You put your hand over his.

“Very much, yeah. How did it feel for you? How was I?”

“I can’t tell you how amazing you felt around me. Better than I ever could’ve imagined.”

“I love you, Harry.”

“I love you too, so much.”

“I know this was a long time coming, and I appreciate you having been so patient.”

“It was worth the wait.”

“Even though it didn’t end perfectly?”

“Yeah! To be honest, if you hadn’t been scared in the moment, it would’ve been really hot you havin’ my come all over your face.” You swat an arm at him and giggle. “In all seriousness though, it means so much to me that you trusted me enough to do this.” He slumps down, and pulls you to his chest. He lightly rubs your back.

“I’ll probably need a couple days to recover, but I’ll be honest, I can’t wait to do it again.” He chuckles and kisses the top of your head.

“Me too, love, me too.”

#harry styles #take it slow #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #harry styles y/n #harry styles fluff #harry styles smut #harry styles smut fic #harry styles fluff fic #fluff #smut #god i hope this isn't anticlimactic #i tried to make it realistic

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we-dragons · 4 years

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|Bakugou x Reader| It’s not a Quirk! Part 1

Boom!!

The earth beneath me shook and cracked, I try to get away but forget that my wing is broken, as swirling green vortex pulls me in.“Stay back!” I Shout through the com piece in my ear and charge the villain. “Valiant!” some one shouts from behind me but I cant see them, I’m already dragging the my foe into the green pool.

There is screaming and thrashing in the green tunnel until my back crashes against the green wall sending extra pain and possibly more broken bones in my wings as we are separated, sent tumbling through what seems to be a void. I’m corrected when my back hits against concrete under an archway, my head leans enough to the side I see a building in the shape of an H before I black out.

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“We don’t know where she came from, the students say she fell out of a green circle. None of test can identify what kind of quirk she has, as far as we know she was attacked and the students who found her brought her here to heal.” an elderly voice sound the room in a quiet hushed tone. “I even took her blood to run some test myself and I found something odd. Though it is human, it’s nothing like ours it’s just...changed.” Foot steps head over to me though I am conscious I don’t make a move keeping my eyes closed.

A curtain moves and the very same foot steps recede back to their place. “What was more confusing after an hour of being in the room here she had completely healed, I didn’t even use my quirk on her. My first thought was that she had more than one quirk, but after looking at this I don’t know.”

‘An hour’ I think. ‘It usually takes half that time, must have been serious.’

I move my self quietly as possibly, looking at my surroundings. It’s a large nurse’s office and with a balcony on the side opposite of the people. Seeing that I’m still in costume I make my way over to the opening. My hand just touching the glass door being as careful as I can be.‘I need to get out here.’ “Ms. Recovery Girl I’m her to check up on the girl Bakugou and Kirishima brought...in.” The eyes of a very tired man looks over at me through the place the curtain didn’t cover.

'Shit!'

I throw the window open the glass shatters on the impact with the wall. I unfurl my wings and jump no hesitating I only get a few feet away from the balcony when something attached to my ankle. I look down and the tired man's hair rises and his eyes glow.

"Erase her quirk!" A man with blonde hair that stood up like a cockatoo’s feathers shouts.

"That's what I'm doing!"

“Then why isn’t it working?”

I don't give them enough time to consider any other options, pulling a sharp feather from back to cut the thing on my ankle. Before I could a sharp pain ripples through me and green sparks ripple on my skin. I was pulled back into the room crash landing into the. I writhe on the floor in so much pain I can barely scream. Suddenly my pain vanishes and I'm glowing, my sudden realization to the old woman with an inhuman extension of her lips on my cheek. The man from before wraps what I see now to be his scarf around my whole body keeping me in place.

The old woman pulls a green shard from my back, she points a nagging finger at me.

“Young lady, I make it a point to heal people on a regular basis, but you heal your self but don’t even see feel the very I have been pulling out of you for the past hour.” She walks over to a box that lays near the bed i was in dropping the shard, it clinked the sound sending shivers down my spine.

“Who are you?” The tired man asks me tugging slightly on the scarf.

“They call me Valiant I work with the X-Men I live in Minneapolis, Minnesota. I jumped into vortex to stop a dangerous mutant, I was injured in the last fight I was in and was not prepared to face him. And then I landed here, where ever this,” I gesture to the my surroundings “is, I’m guessing somewhere in Asia. Now I’m going to go down the list stop me when hit the mark. Burma, Cambodia, China, , Hong Kong, Indonesia, Japan.”

“That’s the one!” The blonde man shouts.

“Thanks,” I turn my attention back to the dark haired man before me. “I answered your questions and more can I be permitted to leave?”

“Your name is Valiant?”

“It’s more of a nom de plume,” I look at the small old lady “Like her’s isn’t Recovery girl I presume.”

The Recovery Girl laughs and pats the tired man’s shoulder.

“let her go Aizawa, I think that’s enough let her go. We can have Nezu talk with her, but before that can I ask for your real name?”

“Y/N, Y/N L/N.”

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I stare at this creature, shock coursing in through my body. The principle Nezu had picked apart my answers and I gave him what he wanted to know he simply nodded and asked to look over my stuff. When recovery Girl brought in my clothes he pulled out a black leather trench coat with the signature of shinny black permanent gloss that was the X-men uniform. Then he pulled out my sliver rapier a dragon is connects the blade and the hilt, the tail and the wings form the knuckle and inner guard.

“Your hero where you are from?” Nezu asks me looking over my things. “I guessing that your probably from a different universe, seeing from what you explained. Because we don’t have a group called the X-Men nor did we find records of your birth.”

“I don’t doubt it my uncle said he’s traveled to different ones but he’s always had a way to get back. I don’t know what I am going to do here maybe use the shards to go back, or my uncle comes to get me, Hopefully not before i can track down Armann.“ The mouse creature nods looking at the teachers (as I found out after their introduction telling me about what they do and where I am) and then me, a smile appears on his face.

“I have decided what you should do while we help you track down this Armann. But first we need to get you and American hero license so your caught up with everyone else.” He picks up a phone starting to dial a number.

“What’s happening?” I stare at Nezu as he puts up his paw taking the teachers with him and walks out the door leaving me in awkward silence, comes in fifteen minutes later and hands a manilla envelope to me.

“Inside you’ll find your license, and ID, a rule book on American hero’s everything, your situation has been handled by the US president. She knows you apparently and was ready to send all this over.”

“What do you mean she knows me.”

“Her name is Morgana Blessing.” My eyes widen a fraction.

“So you know her as well, that’s good you can tell me about it later but now we have to get you ready.” Nezu is scooting me out the door and down the hall my box of clothes in hand.

“Getting ready for what?“ I ask just barely keeping up with him.

“Starting tomorrow you are joining the class 1-A, as an exchange student to UA high. Ms.Blessing is your caretaker and your quirk is deity, you’ll explain nothing about it and the rest of the hero’s will help you in your search with Armann, at least till you get a way home.”

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I was shoved through quick tests and put in a dorm room where I have been for the past 3 hours.

“Morgana Blessing is alive, Strange will be pleased to hear that.”

Morgana went missing two years ago we meet often and she was like an aunt to me. Her and Steven Strange are like family to me, along with being a mutant because of some of my abilities I was sent to learn in the New York sanctum which is where I met the two. On one day she went into a realm portal and never came back. I sigh putting my wings away since I wasn’t going to fly anywhere and set the alarm for the time I need to rise tomorrow.

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I stand in front of a classroom next to the tired man Aizawa who gives me a curt nod to introduce my self. I take a quick glance at the people in the classroom.

“My name is Y/N L/M, I’m from a hero school in Minnesota, my quirk is called Deity and my hero name is Valiant . I hope I can get to know you all better.”

“Your that girl me and Bakugou found! The one from that green circle!” A boy with very red hair jumps out of his seat. Before I explain Aizawa jumps in standing slightly in the way.

“She was fighting a villain with a teleport quirk on her way here, any more questions will have to wait till lunch.” He turns to me. “Since we already changed the seating arrangement we have one seat open in front of your classmate Bakugou and behind Ashido.” He nods again this time to the middle of the classroom where two people rose their hands. I move to sit down in the seat, I see the eyes of every one in the room watching me. But what caught me were the eyes of the blonde who was glaring at me so hard I could swear they’re burning holes in me. I take my seat and all eyes go to Aizawa as he begins his lesson.

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When it’s lunch time I’m stopped before I leave the classroom with my lunch card. MIna, Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero and Bakugou (I had learned their names from Mina while we were doing a small group assignment in class) form a group around my desk. MIna is the first to do anything and drags me to the lunch room claiming I need a guide around the school despite my protests. She forces me between her self and Bakugou. MIna went on asking questions that I tried my best answer properly.

“Why the fuck Is your quirk called Deity?” a gruff voice comes from my right. I face Bakugou who is glaring at me and stabbing his food.

“Oh my god I completely forgot to ask about that!” MIna gasps holding a hand to her face.

“I can basically have the abilities to manipulate and create.”

“Cool all I can do is harden my skin.” Kirishima said.

“I shoot tape from my elbows.”

“I’m acidic!” MIna giggles.

“I’m just electric.”

My eyes move to Bakugou who tsks and groans.

“My Quirk is Explosion.”

The rest of lunch was me asking and answering a few questions, then we went back to class, at the end of class however Mina decided she wanted to see my abilities in action so we we change and head to the training grounds of the school.

“Alright everyone pick a string so that we have sparing partners.” MIna holds her out gripping onto one of the ends, everyone follows suit me being the last to grab one. when she lets go of the hand holding the bunched up strings my eyes follow it and find it’s connected to Bakugou’s end. Bakugou is smirking, sparking happening in his in the hand not holding the string.

“Now we’ll see what that quirk of yours does extra.”

#Xreader #Bakugou x reader #Marvel #Mutant #X-Men #Dr.Strange #Quirk vs Mutation #BNHA #bnha #BNHAxreader #BNHA x reader

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wordynerdygurl · 5 years

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Best Laid Plans

Author's Note: I hope you all enjoy this one! Please post comments and feel free to share!

Summary: You plan a perfectly romantic night in with Loki, but even the best laid plans go awry.

Pairing: Loki x reader

Warnings: SMUT, Masterbation, Denial, dom/sub in a committed relationship

"Ok! Ok... first things first. Music. Yes. Then food, then shower." You ran over your to do list, out loud, to no one but yourself. The plan was to have dinner on its way to ready in thirty minutes so that you could get changed and be gorgeous by the time Loki was expected home. Then, a romantic meal, some wine and if things went well, sexy time.

You felt a hot blush pink your cheeks. Just thinking about Loki in your bed made you flustered. It was distracting you from the pasta water and backing up your time line. "Get it together, girl.", you checked yourself.

Since you'd been planning this little evening for a week now you had already created a playlist for dinner music. Soft, sweet and sensual tunes to inspire hand holding by candlelight made up most of the mix. But for getting ready? No, you needed moving and shaking music. "80's pop. Yup yup!" And with a click The Cars started telling you about thier best friend's girlfriend.

Tomatoes, garlic, onions, herbs and cheese, the sauce was starting to smell amazing. Water was almost boiling, steamy tendrils rising from the surface, telling you that it was getting hot in there. Putting the garlic toast in the oven, you sighed.

"Now, to shower!"

The warm stream felt heavenly and you lingered a little longer than necessary under the calming spray. You were squeaky clean from your head to your shaved legs, smooth with exfoliators and moisturizing body wash, scented with vanilla and lavender by the time you shut off the faucet.

You wrapped your towel around your chest and added some mousse spray to your hair. Makeup and styling would be next to last on the finished list. But you brushed your teeth and gargled with mouthwash, even though it burned like fire.

Dinner is progressing nicely so you run to the bedroom. "Time check!" You sing this outloud, excitement growing at your possibility of actually pulling this plan of yours off. There's still plenty of time before Loki gets here.

Tearing into the paper shopping bag you remove your new emerald green push up bra. It has this edge of black lace and when you saw it all you could picture was Loki licking along the skin that would be exposed by the form fitting cups. You gulped hard and fastened the snaps happily.

The matching panties were, well, almost absurd. Technically it was two black string ties and a very, very narrow strip of green material, again, accented with lace. You could have worn nothing and felt less vulnerable but it was a matched set and you knew your mischief maker was going to enjoy taking it off of you.

There was a knock at your door which had you jumping out of your skin. "What in the world? It's too early to be Loki, right?" You slipped your thin robe over your underwear and moved towards the door. Peeping around the curtain you saw Loki standing on your stoop, bottle of wine in hand, smile on his face.

"You are early!" Swinging open the door, you flash him a frazzled grin as you pull your robe tighter and motion him inside. Before you can say anything else the smoke alarm starts to cry.

"SHIT!" Racing into the kitchen you can tell the garlic bread is cremated just from the smell. You curse again, flick off the oven and open it slowly as black smoke billows out. "Can you crack that window, babe?" Loki lifts the pane as you fan the air, trying desperately to clear the odor of burnt toast from the place.

"At least the pasta and sauce are ok." You're less enthusiastic than earlier. You're also almost shouting over Van Halen since you're 'getting ready' playlist was in full swing. Clicking the music off, your place is plunged into eerily silence.

Leaning on the kitchen island, already set for dinner, you gripe, "You're early. I'm not even dressed yet. And dinner... well. There's no bread now."

Cooly setting down the bottle he's carrying, Loki's been watching you with his side eyed stare. "Not that I mind in the least... but tell me darling, what are you up to?"

"I...I'm trying to seduce you." Throwing your hands in the air you flop into your kitchen chair, suddenly exhausted by all your efforts. Embarrassed and deflated, you hide your eyes, willing the welling tears not to fall.

Loki starts kneading your neck erasing the knots he finds there with firm pressure. His strong hands rub over your shoulders before saying, "Sorry to tell you this dearest, but I don't need you to seduce me." You felt your heart drop to your toes. "I find you so alluring already."

Sitting up, you start to turn towards him, but Loki's fantastic fingers hold you still. Your robe has slipped to puddle around your elbows. Those capable hands of his work the tendons connected to your collarbone from behind you. You sigh with contentment when they slide under the thin straps of your new bra.

"All of this for me? How romantic..." Loki's words are embers, his hands fire, igniting your body's desire. Under the fabric of your push up, his hands cup your breasts, palms pushing against your hardening nipples. Squeezing your full flesh roughly forces a moan out of you.

"Stand up, turn around. I want to see my seductress." You feel his grip leave your skin and do as he asks, rising without questioning his order, keen to have his hands on you once more.

"I think we can lose the robe, don't you?" Numbly you nod in agreement. Loki reaches for the belt knotted at your waist and yanks it free. With only gravity to help, the thin fabric pools on the kitchen floor.

Eyes widening, Loki drinks in your lingerie. You watch him nod, more to himself than anything else, and he husks at you, "Don't move."

"O...ok."

Loki is magic and you feel that truth through your lusty haze since you are now entirely under his spell. Your gaze follows him as he opens a couple of your drawers, looking and digging, until triumphantly brandishing your wine opener. With little work he pops the cork, red wine ready to pour. Next you hear him turning the knobs of your stove, closing the burners, and you start to protest.

"No. Never mind that. Bedroom. Now, please." Loki's orders are polite but firm and you pad to your room, nervous and a little aroused.

"Loki? I..." Shushing you, he commands, "Drink this." Placing a glass of wine to your lips, Loki tips the liquid down your throat, so close to you without touching. You feel a little dribble snake over your chin and drip onto your chest.

Loki licks its track from the crease of your mouth, down over your jaw. The spot above your bra line is where Loki sucks your skin free of the stain, leaving a beautiful merlot colored bruise there for tomorrow. Melding your mouths together, his tongue exploring you deeply, Loki pauses to tease, "Hmmm... a tasty vintage."

Loki's eyes never leave yours as he paces around you endlessly, scrutinizing you, surveying your barely concealed body. He's still fully dressed in that classical casual way of his. A black fitted t-shirt tucked into dark jeans. A jacket, also black, hugging his shoulders. Boots that make every step he takes sound important. Fully clothed, he's long and lethal while you're practically nude and naive.

"This outfit is quite revealing, my dove. What made you choose it?" Standing in front of you finally, he crosses his arms over his chest. His right hand stroking his chin, the way a judgemental professor might, ready to weigh your words.

Loki's dominance of the situation dampens the minuscule fabric running between your legs. Hadn't you wanted tonight to be about seduction, after all? About Loki and you coming undone together. Sure, it's not exactly what you had planned, but damn, is it sexy. There's nothing to be ashamed about here. You lift your eyes to his and square your shoulders.

"At first, the color. Your colors."

Arching an eyebrow, Loki prods, "At first?"

Swallowing roughly, voice soft but strong, you continue, "Yes. But then I thought about you taking it off of me and how happy that would make you. It does, right? Please you, I mean?"

"Sounds like it would be pleasing to you, dear. Be honest now, because I will know if you aren't." Stepping into your space, crowding you against the bed, Loki's voice was barely a whisper but it carried the promise of venom. "You wanted me to see you like this... barely covered by useless under garments, flushed in anticipation of my taking your body, eager to give yourself to me so that you could be pleasured. That was your plan all along, correct?"

You nod, agreeing, hypnotized by Loki's dark words and his deep cadence. Louder now, Loki chides, "I didn't hear you. Wasn't that your plan?"

"Yes... yes, Loki.", you stammer like a repentant child. He smiles that leviathan smile fully aware of the sway he has over you now.

Reaching for the front of your bra, Loki murmurs, "None of this is for me, is it?" And you gasp, scandalized, as he breaks the elasticized straps holding the emerald band in place. His rough hands roam over your silken skin shooting an electric charge through you. It creates liquid heat in the lowest part of your belly and you flex your thighs together to relieve the building tension.

"What a selfish slut you are... so needy, so desperate that you'll do whatever I say, whatever I want, to get your release. I'll bet those tiny knickers of yours are sodden, aren't they pet?"

Knowing now that he wants to hear your voice, you exhale gently and agree, "Yes. Yes, sir."

He's standing as close to you as possible without touching your enflamed skin. You can feel Loki's breath fan over you as he charges, "Give them to me."

You're unable to tear your eyes from Loki's. An out of control heat, cold blue, burns there ready to set your soul on fire. It's exhilarating and still scares the shit out of you.

Without looking away you hook the filmsy strings under your thumbs. You lift one leg, then the other, until the glorified scrap was balled in your fist. Mortified at the moisture you felt on the fabric, you dropped the small bundle into Loki's open hand.

"The top. Lose it." With shaking hands you unhook the ripped and ruined garment freeing your heavy breasts to the cool air. Reflexively your nipples pucker from exposure, something that is not lost on Loki. You watch him lick his bottom lip in hunger.

But he still hasn't put a hand on you yet.

"Look at you now, my would be seducer. Naked, whimpering in lust, wet and ready to do whatever you must in order to climax. If good women think only of their lover's desires then what does that make you?" Loki wraps spun silk words around you, just like a spider might.

"Bad... Selfish." It's an admission you made from guilt. He was right. You were very bad.

"Yes. Selfish. Thoughtless. Wanton and greedy. And you will pay for it." Each word was flung at you ferociously with a stinging bite.

Shoving you, Loki forces you down on top of your freshly made bed. The downy softness caresses your bare back, a comfort, as you aren't sure what Loki has in mind as a form of repayment.

Quietly Loki starts giving you directions. "Lie back all the way. Spread your legs... Wider." He watches you from the foot of your bed, eyes savoring the lewd display of your form, drinking in the details of your debasement.

Swallowing the remaining wine from your glass, Loki orders, "I want to see all of you, my pet." And you want to show Loki your dripping body, aching for his attention. You need him to see how far your knees will part, how open and available you are for him. It's his praise you are keen to earn. To be considered Loki's good girl, worthy of his love, that was what you had to prove.

"Touch yourself." There's no room for debate in his whispered edict. Nervous now, you search his eyes, hopeful of finding some understanding there. You see only Loki's crystalline blue depths as you hear a second command, edged in acid, at your delay. "I told you to touch youself."

"Wh... what?"

"Use your hands. Just like you would do in the deep dark of night, darling." Lowering his tone to a carnal croon, Loki added, "Make yourself cum... for me."

Loki watches you nod gently, chewing on your bottom lip, as your lacquered nails graze over your extended neck. Wishing it was the hands of your lover on you, you palmed your breasts before pinching your tightening nipples. A pleasant sigh floated out of you as you tugged and twisted on your hardened buds.

"Hmmm... tell me, dove, what are you thinking about?"

"You... your mouth, Loki... the way you suck on me until it hurts so good. Ah!" Fluttering closed, you shut your eyes against the rising pressure of pleasure inside you.

"You look so scrumptious. Like a saucy little cake just calling out to be devoured... hmm... keep going." Loki's voice, normally so fluid and formal, is dusky with desire. Uneven breaths punctuate his sentences and somehow that pushes your own flames higher.

Bucking your hips under your open palms, you try to touch every inch of skin available to you. You slow down over the satin of your thighs. Eagerly driven to bring yourself off, you battle internally, knowing full well Loki wants this to drag on as long as possible.

Your hands close in on your succulent center. Cupping over your core, the moan you release is ragged and raw. You drag a finger through your slick slit, gathering the evidence of your excitement and spreading it up over your clit.

Tipping your head back, you inhale sharply when you make contact with your straining bundle of nerves. The firm pad of your finger circles the sensitive skin and you shudder. Into the game of self pleasure now, your right hand continues what you were ordered to start, your left has found its way to your chest and your abandoned nipples.

"Loki... Ah... babe... I... I..." You could hardly form words around the swelling steam of your arousal. Feeling the velvet walls inside of you pulse, desperate for the filling pressure of Loki's body, your orgasm was close. Eyes shut, finger moving over your bud in frantic patterns, you were seconds away from shattering.

Loki, wrapping a capable hand around your ankle and one over your hip, pulled you to the edge of the bed with one jerk. For a moment you panicked, arms lifting off of your blushing body to grip the sheets, trying to hold onto the satisfaction that nearly was yours. Anticipating your movements, Loki lifted your knees to wrap around his waist, his throbbing member teasing at your inflamed entrance.

"Look at me, little dove. You've earned your gratification. Now I am going to take mine as well."

Groaning with the force of his thrust, Loki collapses into you, your well oiled body accepting him greedily. His heavy presence alone is enough to trip your bliss and he sees your eyes widen as pleasure spasms through you. Snapping your head back in a soundless scream, you feel your body gripping Loki's, pulling his release from him as your limbs tug him closer to you.

His left hand tightens around your exposed throat, his power over you complete, as his right clamps onto the swell of your hip. "Where shall I cum, darling? On your magnificent breasts?" He rakes his nails across those bouncing orbs of flesh in ownership. "Or maybe on your soft stomach?" Trailing his fingers over your abdomen and circling your bellybutton for emphasis. "Or shall I cum deep inside of you? Filling you until your body overflows?"

Barely recovered from your first orgasm, Loki's graphic language and savage intent have you moaning. Your body is already gathering the ingredients of another climax from your over sensitized sexual system. "Inside me, please Loki. I want to feel you!" It's desperate and deliciously wicked to admit, but it is also honest.

"My dulcet darling!" Loki snarls as he drops his forehead to yours and drives into you harder than ever. You respond with a delayed groan of pleasure, your peak pulling Loki deeper, as he ruts against your womb. True to his filthy words, Loki's release is long and bottomless. His mouth finds you in a hungry rush, his firm tongue twisting with yours as thoroughly as your bodies were entwined.

Tangling his hands in your hair, Loki kisses your brow then down your flushed cheek and across the bridge of your nose. "You're going to have to let go of me, dearest.", Loki chuckles softly in your ear.

"Oh god, I didn't realize..." Clinging to his hard body like a barnacle post coital, you unwrap your arms first, shaking the feeling back into your limp muscles. Loki continues to kiss down your torso until he's kneeling between your legs. Looking down at the mess he's made of you, Loki hums, "So beautiful... so sinful. So mine."

Smiling ruefully, you tell him, "This isn't how I thought tonight would go...I had it all planned. And I am mortified about dinner. Turns out I am not so good at seduction after all."

Lifting a brow Loki answers, "You are more seductive than your realize. It's what made tonight's... pleasure possible. And dinner is easy enough to manage."

Your doorbell rings, surprising you. Loki raises a hand saying, "Allow me." So smoothly, he slips on his pants, heading towards your front door. You can hear a soft exchange, words of thanks, then the clink of glasses.

"I didn't think I could love you anymore." It tumbles out of your mouth thoughtlessly at the amazing sight before you. Loki is holding the bottle of wine, two goblets and a freshly delivered pizza. You sit up in bed reaching for the box, suddenly famished. Loki pours out two glasses of wine before joining you in bed.

"Tonight has been spectacular!" Loki toasts you as he pulls out a slice for himself. "Thank the Gods you burned the garlic toast!"

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bard-of-worlds · 4 years

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Truth Between Worlds Ch1 /It Begins

A black background, Danny is in the rubble of a building on his hands and knees as he seems to be struggling with pain as to his right Tucker is trying to get to him as to his left a giant stone Dragon is rearing its head back with its mouth open as the GIWS watch from behind Tucker wounded as Sam is behind them, a shadow with bat wings behind her.

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A white hared teen in a black jumpsuit with a black tail in place of his legs flew through the air over the town of Amity Park. Another slow night, nice. But I can’t help but fell something is coming, something that will change me. Danny thought as he flew. He shivered suddenly released a breath of cold air. He looked around and saw a ghost octopus flying towards the far right side of town and smirked. “Hello misplaced aggression!”

Danny flew after the ghost and smirked as he charged up a blast when suddenly the octopus dodged and fired back at him, hitting him and sending him falling before he caught himself and stabilized his flight.

“That’s new, they never did that before.” Danny said as he shot after the ghost, seeing it at the edge of his sight. He fired a few blasts and the ghost fired back and they flew downwards towards the ground and it reached down with its tentacles and grabbed a rock it threw at Danny who blasted it into dust but some of it got into his eyes. He rubbed it away but when he looked up he saw that the ghost had used his distraction to slip away.

He flew in the direction that it had gone and after a few moments he had reached a decrepit construction site that had been left abandon. This is great, a ghost octopus able to fire blasts and smart enough to find a way to distract me so it could get away, just wonderful! He thought as he looked around for a few more moments before scoffing and letting his legs reform and drop to the ground.

“I can’t believe that it got away from me, this is perfect Phantom, real good.” Danny muttered to himself as he looked around and looked around the site, down into the foundation and frowned, he took a step towards it when he suddenly went to a knee as his head started pounding. After a few moments he got back up and shook his head as the pain in his head lessened and he got his bearings. That was something, I mean I’ve been getting headaches for the last few weeks but that was even stronger than normal. I gotta get something

as he was about to investigate farther he heard what sounded like a car coming towards him. Not wanting to scare anyone or give any would be ‘groupies’ a chance to see him he went invisible and flew away, not bothering to stick around. A car drove by moments later and a light from a flashlight went around the construction site.

“Nothing, thought I saw something, must have been a my eyes playing tricks on me, well once tomorrow’s done I can either get some help or I can say goodbye to this place.” The drive said as he panned the light over the site and after a few passes back and forth he drove the car away and the site was left as it was before Danny and found it.

Within the foundation the ghost octopus had slipped into a cave and looked out into the darkness as the light panned over the darkness and grinned as it moved out of the cave and bounced off the opening. It looked confused before it went still as heat came from behind it.

“IT HAS BEEN SOME TIME SINCE FOOD HAS COME OF ITS OWN ACCORD.” A voice boomed behind it and the ghost turned around and screeched as it saw what was there.

Outside above around the construction site the screech died out and the few animals that were still around looked at the

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Danny sighed as he walked into Casper High, his head still bothering him. what the hell is wrong with me, I mean I haven’t felt like this since just after the accident! Danny thought before he looked around and spotted the busses were dropping kids off and heading towards the back of the school. “Of course that half day and trip, they must be waiting until it’s time to leave, hope they’ve got a book to read.”

Danny sighed before he walked in, hoping his headache would go down. As he moved through the school towards his locker, he dodged the other students and paid them no more mind then they did him. After dodging Dash and his fellow football jocks bothering a band member Danny reached his locker and had just finished getting ready for class when suddenly….

“Hey Danny.” A voice from behind him caused him to turn and see a girl his age with light skin, black hair, purple lips and violet eyes with a black choker around her neck, a black tank top that exposed her midriff with a purple oval in the center, black striped skirt with a green crosshatch design, purple leggings, and black combat boots. She had on a pair of black bracelets around both of her wrists. She looked tired and her eyes looked like she had been crying and Danny felt his heart break a little as he looked at her. I can’t believe this, she doesn’t deserve any of this! Her parents are slime and only care about appearances and now this, her only alley in the family? I don’t care what I will after to do I will help her however I can! Danny thought as he fought to keep his feelings from showing and kept his face kind.

“Hey Sam, I guess the news is bad.” Danny said as Sam nodded as she tried to gather herself back together and sighed.

“Grandma has maybe a few days left according to her, the doctors think it will be longer and then there’s the fact that she wants to talk to me today after school.” Sam said and Danny looked at her and Sam looked away. “Strange as it is, she’s at peace with it.”

Danny looked at her concerned and worried about just what was else bothering her, knowing that she wouldn’t look away because of what was happening to her grandmother. “Sam what is it? You know you can tell me if anything is bother you.”

“Yeah….. is it bad that I’m so scared that my parents might send me away to a boarding school to turn me into a 60’s housewife once she’s dead? ” Sam asked and Danny shook his head.

“No Sam, it’s not.” Danny said and put a hand on her face and smiled at her. “People are complicated, that’s a truth I’ve learned over my life and about my other secret."

“Thanks Danny.” Sam said as she looked at him and sighed. “I…. can you come with me after school, Grandma asked me to bring someone I trusted with me.”

Danny looked away and blushed. “I’m honored that you trust me.”

Sam looked away with a blush and smirked, trying to play it off. “Why shouldn’t I? And what’s wrong with that you?”

“Headache since my run last night and the kalamari I had for a snack almost went down the wrong pipe.” Danny said with a scowl and Sam sighed.

“Again? That’s a bad sign.” Sam said and Danny chuckled and grinned at her.

“Hey Guys!” A cheerful voice caused them to turn and see Tucker, an African-American teen with turquoise eyes, black hair, and black glasses. He had on a long-sleeve yellow shirt and green cargo pants with a black belt and brown boots along with a red beret and a backpack. “Isn’t it great that we have a half day, and because of Vlad of all people! And there’s a sale at the Tech-Shack that starts after lunch so life is good!”

“Tucker, get real.” Sam scoffed and Tucker frowned and looked at Danny who stared stonily back. They didn’t notice the new school janitor move closer to them, close enough that he could hear what they were saying.

“What I miss?” Tucker asked in total confusion and Danny sighed as Sam face palmed at his obviousness.

“Why would Vlad give us a half day?” Danny asked and Tucker frowned and looked from Danny to Sam

“I don’t know, why?” Tucker asked in total confusion. “Is he trying to score points with Danny or some other reason?”

“So Danny could be there if something happens.” Sam answered with her arms crossed and Tucker’s mouth dropped open.

“Oh, I did not see that. Okay let’s see if I can find anything about the building they’re taking down.” Tucker said with a shrug as he brought out a PDA and started to type. “Done! By the time the bus leaves I should have something about what’s being destroyed.”

“That’s the best we can do, we just have to hope this is just another business thing and not an other thing.” Danny said with a scowl as Sam sighed.

“Why do you think he’s trying to score points with Danny?” Sam asked and Tucker grinned.

“Well there is the weekend cruise next week remember?” Tucker asked and Sam sighed as Tucker started to stare into space, knowing exactly what he was thinking about. “The ship has free wifi, the best food and a two pools, one inside and outside! I can’t wait until I can see the girls in their suites!”

Sam snorted and was about to say something however before she could speak some called out from behind them

“Ahh miss Samantha, there you are on this gloomy day.” The voice caused the three friends to turn to see three teens their age walk towards them, a boy leading two girls. Each of them was what most people would consider ‘goths’, pale and a somber air about them but Danny wasn’t too sure about that, something about that wasn’t ringing true to him. The boy was Bob ‘Belphegor’ Jonson, a tall teen with black hair and eyes and always dressed in black cloths with a black coat that went to his knees. To his right was a red head girl with a curvy body in a black shirt and skirt that was only one inch longer then regulations and she hair in a bun while in school but they had seen her about town with her hair down to her waist and she seemed to always have red painted bedroom eyes above blood red lips and talked with a sensual purr to her voice and while she had been named Helen but preferred the name Hecate. To Belhegor’s left was a blond haired girl with blue eyes, black lips and the same figure as Hecate who wore a red shirt and tight black pants and her hair short and was named Lyla, but only answered to Lamashtu.

“Wonderful, Bobby and his bimbos, just what this day needed to start it!” Sam said as she glared at the three other ‘goths’ as Paulina always called them. The three had been trying to get her to join their ‘coven’ for years, ever since puberty they had been after her with more fever.

“Oh Sam, why won’t you come and embrace your true self?” Lamashtu asked as Sam glared at them and snorted.

“Your way, is not mine.” Sam said and Belphegor smiled in what he felt was inviting but made Sam shudder and caused Danny to glare at him.

“But it could be your way my dear, all it takes is to but take a single step and invite the change in.” Belphegor said with a smirk and reached out with a hand towards her but dropped it when Sam glared at him.

“I think I know my path better then you.” Sam said and Lamasthu giggled.

“But then they say no fool is like the fool who’s lost their way.” Lamasthu said as Hecate laughed as Belphegor sighed and shook his head.

“Well this time my dear I will let you go without showing you the truth, but you will learn it one day.” Belphegor said and Danny looked at him with a hard look.

“Sam is allowed her own choices, and I’ll be helping her make them, every step.” Danny said and Sam looked at him with a smile that Hecate saw and scowled.

“Come Belphegor, let’s leave the poser with the normals.” Hecate said with a sensual purr and as she turned away, a scoel on her face. That one has always been different since that accident a year ago, but this is pto much! Will we have to break their relationship before we can finally gain a fourth? She thought as she add a swing in her step that drew the eyes of the other boys beside Danny as the blond laughed musically as she walked away.

“Your right, Hecate, Lamashtu. We have better things to do with our time before 2nd period.” Belphegor said as he turned

“What about 1st?” Tucker asked and Belphegor snickered as they walked away.

“Study hall.” Hecate called out as the three walked away as she and Lamasthu laughed.

As soon as they were out of hearing Lamasthu scowled and it kept all her voice low. “Why can’t that girl understand we are the people she should be with, she looks so sexy I so want to see her after we’re through rocking her world!”

“And she’s a brunet, we so need one in the group!” Hecate said with a pout and Belphor laughed a little.

“Don’t worry my pets.” Belephor said as he put an arm around both of the girls and started to smirk. “I have a feeling that soon that will happen.”

Back with Danny, Sam and Tucker Sam stared at them as they walked off before scowling and slamming her locker closed.

“I don’t know why I don’t slug that bastard and his bitches!” Sam snarled as she clenched her fists. “Or better yet, send the GIW after them! There has to be a way to send them!”

“Calm down Sam, I get it.” Danny said smoothly. “I hate Joseph too, have for years. And ever since he ‘realized who he is’ I’ve always felt he was slim, but let’s not give the teachers a chance to actually do something to us, and we have a half day because of that Vlad thing.”

“There’s that at least, all we have to do is see a speech and then I can get to the hospital.” Sam said as she smirked and Tucker chuckled a little. “What is it Tucker?”

“Nothing, it’s what Danny said. The teachers probably punish the rest of the school because they have to do something to control the school after being up the A-List’s assess, I wonder what Dash’s smells like?” Tucker said with a laugh as they walked to class, none of the three noticing the new janitor had overheard them and was scowling at what he had heard.

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A black limo pulled up to a building on the edge of town and as soon as it stopped a man with short white hair and a goatee got out and wearing a black suit with a scowl on his face got out and walked towards a foreman before three Bulldozers and two backhoes and a standing before a gate connected to a stone wall, a four story house painted brown could be seen through it, the building had black stone gargoyles on it, at least ten a story with a large one on the roof with a few stone heads pointed over the wall here and there.

“Mayor Masters, hey. Look I know we should have gotten the wall down but.” The foreman began when the black suited man exploded

“Why haven’t you started yet?! This place is part of the new industrial park and we need to break ground within weeks!” Vlad Masters barked and the foreman looked over his shoulder behind him and Vlad looked and was able to see an old man standing between the machines and the wall holding onto a grey walker. “Of course, him!”

The old man huffed and puffed as Vlad walked towards him and glared at him. “I don’t care what you say, this land is mine! As long as I breath I will protect this place!”

“I offered you a perfect settlement and then I had to pass a motion that forced the issue, you don’t even live in there!” Vlad said as he looked at the man who glared back.

“I’m not supposed to live in it, I’m supposed to protect! As long as I live I will protect the……..” The man began before he went still and fell backwards. Vlad looked at the man laying down before he dropped to his side and felt for a pulse. Finding none he tried to get the man’s heart beating but after a few moments he stopped and sighed and shook his head.

“Mayor Masters?” The Foreman aksed as Vlad walked away and looked tired.

“Call an ambiance, this man was right, as long as she drew breath she protected this place.” Vlad said solemnly before he stopped and looked around as he thought he heard a roar from a long distance away. Looking around Vlad saw the other workers were spooked as well, and given how the town was that was saying something on its own.

“Did you hear something sir?” The foreman asked and Vlad shook his head.

“No, I didn’t hear anything.” Vlad said as he reached out with his senses and didn’t feel anything at all like a ghost beyond the few traces that he had left for the law he had made to have this place fall under his new law. I never thought that the old man would die like this, but all in all good for me! I’ll use a quarter of the money to give him a nice funeral and then……….why am I having a problem believing that this will be something simple, why do I think that this will cause more problems than I know? Vlad thought as he looked around and moved towards the podium being set up. “Why do I have the feeling that I should contact the GIWS sooner or later?”

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“Move it people, calm and orderly, first ones go to the back, we full up a bus we go to the next, we’ve got all of them so don’t worry there’s room for all.” Mr. Lancer , a bald man in a blue shirt and black pants and a goatee said loudly and as Danny came out of the school with his backpack on and looked around the yard and saw that the A-Listers, were staying towards the school’s front doors, waiting until they could sit up front and the new janitor watching them.

“Of course they do the something they always do, use the system against us.” Sam muttered as she stood there with her own backpack and Danny laughed a little. “Hey where’s Tucker?”

“Said something about grabbing a book, his search bot should be finished and there he is.” Danny said as he looked around and saw Tucker walking towards them with his backpack in one of his hands. “Hey Tuck, got by without Dash seeing you?”

“Guys, I found something on a blog about the city’s myths and history, it’s something.” Tucker said ignoring what Danny had said, something that caused looks of concern to be shared between Sam and Danny.

“Hey guys, want to sit together?” A voice caused them to turn and see Valarie Grey, an African-American girl with long, curly hair and dark green eyes and a little curvy figure and was wearing yellow sleeveless shirt and orange skirt with white tennis shoes and had two bracelets on each wrist, one yellow and the other orange. She had been an A-Lister until her dad lost his security company when a ghost dog that his one of his customers had trained and used as a security system until Valarie’s dad had a more high tech replacement and the whole pack had been put down. The dogs spirits had merged together into the ghost dog, Cujo as Danny called and it had rampaged until it recovered it’s favorite toy. Unfortunately Vlad had found out about how Valarie blamed everything on ghosts and given her a high tech suit and she had been on a one woman crusade against all the ghosts in the world, until Danny had to destroy it but it had been upgraded by Technus. Since then she been a terror for any ghost that fell into Amity Park, from accidents to attackers all were her enemy and subject to destruction, Danny couldn’t count the number of times he had to save ‘good’ ghosts from her, but recently it had spike to once every other day, and he didn’t want to know if she delivered some to Vlad he never heard about.

“Hey Val, didn’t think you weren’t going?” Sam asked and Valarie shrugged.

“Yeah well my dad might become the head of security to the complex while it’s being worked on so I might as well go and see what it is.” Valarie

“Miss Valarie, with my please!” Lancer called out . “Next Bus!”

“And Lancer is on my case lately.” Valarie said as she walked off and Danny frowned.

“Think Lancer and the others are stepping up protecting the A-Listers more than normal?” Sam asked and scoffed when Danny looked at her. “Come on, this has to be because she defended that girl a few days ago from Paulina.”

“The new girl, Kimiko right?” Danny asked as the three friends moved towards one of the buses, hoping to keep Lancer or any of the teachers from noticing them.

“Yeah, I mean I always thought they were just bad teachers, but maybe they’re just sell outs.” Sam said as she eyed the few teachers around them and Danny felt his headache spike and kept a sigh in as he realized that Sam might be onto something. “But what’d you find Tucker?”

“Come on, I’ll tell you the bus.” Tucker said and moved towards the bus and they were soon in the back and noticed that they had the fewest students as the A-Listers claimed a bus for themselves and Danny shook his head as the convoy of buses started.

“Okay, this was…..interesting.” Tucker said as the bus moved off. “The demolition is in the area of the city that was called, Rich Clan Road, a kind of gated community that was proposed about one hundred years ago.” Tucker said and looked at Danny and Sam. “But after the first three buildings were finished the development fell through and the company went under, the three houses did have residents lined up but all three families died and then the houses were in limbo beyond a single caretaker. But until about twenty years ago people would always report seeing lights from the buildings, and the one that Vlad is flattening was the first finished.”

“Anything else?” Sam asked and Tucker looked concerned. “Tucker……”

“Okay, okay.” Tucker said and released a deep breath. “A while back I wanted to look into old town legends, there’s a story about how people would hear a strange roar once or twice a year that started about thirty-five years ago but stopped twenty years ago. The tale goes that it started after a circus came through town burned down, and they never found all the animals or attractions; among them was a supposed lion; a lion cub that responded to orders otherworldly if you know what I mean and what’s worse is that the records of missing pets dropped drematicly around here twenty years ago to .”

“Oh hell.” Danny said and Sam winced; once or twice they had seen some of the Zone’s ‘animals’ feeding on each other and self-aware ghosts. And what was worse was he had found a few ghost ‘Animal’ eating from garbage or dead birds in Amity Park . From what Frostbite said that was normal and a reason for Kingdoms to gather to gather, to protect themselves as Lairs could be broken into if the ‘animal’ was strong enough.

“And Freakshow proved that people can control ghosts.” Sam said and then went still. “Twenty years, both stopped twenty years ago?”

“Right after the Fenton family moved in with their ghost tech, yeah.” Tucker said and Danny winced.

“Okay, so what about after they made their greatest invention?” Danny asked and Tucker shook his head knowing what Danny meant.

“No sightings at all, not surprising really. Only person even went there, until about three months ago when Vlad passed a law that any abandoned house that hasn’t been lived in where ghosts are detected is to be demolished to ‘chase away any spectres’.” Tucker said and Sam sighed. “Yeah, those are my thoughts exactly.”

“So Vlad wants to do something with the land, any ideas?” Sam asked and Tucker looked down.

“It’s supposed to be a new industrial park.” Tucker said and held up a hand to cut Sam off. “And before you say anything about it, while only the first three buildings were finished, the other lots were cleared of all plants and they all have at most half-finished buildings and were left to grow wild.”

“Anything about that circus?” Danny asked as he looked out the window and frowned. Wait, I’ve seen some of these structures before….. Danny thought as he started to feel worried.

“Nothing, it was long ago but I checked the Index of Circus, government agency to keep an eye on those things, don’t ask why, but nothing.” Tucker said and shook his head. “But something about that name……. I don’t know.”

“What name?” Danny asked as he looked ahead and frowned as his mind was recognizing the general location but he wasn’t exactly sure how.

“The name of the circus, I don’t know……. “ Tucker said with a shrug. “I’ll look over the name and see what my database back home has.”

“You have a database?” Sam asked and Danny turned his head and looked at Tucker who grinned.

“Custom built, got the parts from the salvage lard, I head there once a week and get a few pieces to sell online, built up a good offline system.” Tucker said with a smirk. Danny listened with one ear as he felt that strange feeling he had last night and then as the bus turned a corner he realized where they were going.

“Oh hell.” Danny breathed and Sam and Tucker turned to him in concern. “This is….”

“Danny?” Sam asked as she put a hand on his shoulder and Tucker looked at him.

“This is where I started to get sick last night on my walk.” Danny said and Sam eye’s widened and Tucker looked between them

“How’s you get sick?” Tucker said and Danny looked around before he spoke.

“Calamari that I had for a snack last night.” Danny answered and Tucker winced and looked around the street as the buses stopped and looked at the construction machines. As the buses stopped Danny could see a news van with a reporter setting up and he wondered if the school was here for a publicity stunt for Vlad.

“Well maybe this won’t be so bad.” Tucker said as they got out of the buses and looked towards Vlad standing before a podium. Danny said nothing, he just looked around before going still, causing Tucker to walk into him. Following Danny’s eyes Sam and Tucker found what Danny had, an ambulance that was driving away and without its lights on, the sign that whoever it was carrying was dead.

“Hey Fen-turd, you and your losers have a fun time so far?” A nasal voice caused Danny to scowl as he turned and saw the A-Listers coming towards them in their usual arrogant swagger. Leading the way was Dash Baxter the quarterback of the football team, a musical blond teen with blue eyes in a red-and-white letterman jacket, with a black t-shirt underneath and dark blue jeans and white shoes. Next to him was Paulina, the captain of the cheerleaders; a tan skinned Latino girl with curly black hair that went to her waist had a seductive figure. She was wearing her usual cloths, a pink shirt that reveals her midriff, light denim capri pants and white flats.

“You know I expected them to be up front you know?” Kwan said. Kwan was an Asian teen with black hair and eyes and was wearing the same clothing as Dash and next to him was Star, another cheerleader with a figure like Paulina and had hips-length golden blonde hair with spiky bangs and turquoise eyes and was wearing a white T-shirt with a thin orange collar, orange cuffs, and a backwards P in the middle, dark orange jeans, and white flats.

“Just ignore them guys, they don’t matter at all.” Danny said as he started to move and ignored them, after the last year he had finally wised up and thrown the ideas about the school social hierarchy was nothing but trash.

“What was that Fen-turd!” Dash growled and Danny just waved him off. “Running away with your tail between your legs like that sister of yours, always running her mouth!”

Paulina giggled a little but stopped when she saw Star had paled and turned and saw Danny slowly turn, a hard edge in his eyes that scared and shocked her.

“If it isn’t the Asshole-Listers I didn’t hear you, how have you been lately, forced some students to do your homework or something?” Danny asked sarcastically and Dash actually looked shocked and Sam smirked.

“Now Danny; don’t taunt the stupid.” Sam said with a cold edge to her smile as she looked at them, glad that Danny had finally decided to let loose. “After all this is the best they will ever have it, once they’re out of school it’s all downhill.”

Paulina looked at Sam and Danny as they seemed to exclude a sense of rage and danger as she tried to catch her breath and suddenly Star was in front of her.

“Guys, I know Dash went a little far with that, but let’s not give the teachers something alright?” Star asked with big eyes and Danny calmed down and looked at Sam who nodded and they walked away.

Vlad looked over the students and then he saw Danny and his friends move away from the A-Listers and he smirked as he caught enough of the reaction between Danny and the so called popular crowd that he could only smile, Danny was so much like him that once he tour him away from Jack and Maddie was his it wouldn’t be too long that he’d have a perfect heir.

“Everyone can hear me, this is on?” Vlad asked into the mike and as he heard his magnified voice he smirked. “Excellent. This place has been a blight on Amity Park for years, a gaping wound on our city that time has finally caused to be healed, and it’s going to be a major part of our future! This is the site of the new technology park, a development that will bring in new jobs and new members of our family once construction is finished! I don’t have to tell you that chance can be terrifying, but it can also be a good thing!”

Vlad looked at the students as they looked at him, a smirk threatening to break out on his face as he saw Danny and Sam both trying to figure out what he was after. Poor little badger, you wouldn’t understand my plan until it’s done. After all this is chess, and I am just making my opening moves. Vlad thought with a grin. “This place was never finished, the people these houses were meant for died before they even stepped into them, so let us watch as we return this place to history! Start the construction of the newest part of Amity Park!”

At Vlad’s scream the bulldozers started and as the students cheered they crashed into the wall and revealed an overgrown garden with over twenty black stone statues of gargoyles at least five feet tall here and there, some on stands of white rock. Each gargoyle had bat wings on their backs, clawed three fingered hands and two clawed feet and mouths barred in grins of savage looking teeth.

Danny looked at the statues as the bulldozers moved towards them and frowned.

“You think Vlad would want to recover the statues at least, maybe sell them at an auction or something.” Sam said and then Danny went still and paled. “Danny?”

“Dude?” Tucker asked and Danny shook his head.

“Guys, move slowly towards one of the buses, now.” Danny said calmly. “I think I saw one of those statues move its head.”

Sam and Tucker looked at each other and moved backwards slowly, hoping that Danny was wrong this once but knowing differently. As one of the bulldozers speed up and charged at one of the statues it suddenly came to an abrupt stop as soon as it hit the gargoyle. The drive could only look on in confusion that turned to horror as the statue turned its head to look at him before it roared and flared its wings.

As soon as the first gargoyle roared the others started to screech and move, some taking flight and flying at the crowed who screamed and ran towards the buses.

“Keep moving, get to the buses!” Lancer roared and looked around when he realized that Valarie was gone from his sight. Danny was lost in the rush, pulled away from Sam and Tucker who had gotten onto a bus and as Dash, Paulina and Kwan piled onto a bus and Dash closed the doors, locking it in place As one of the teens pounded on the door a gargoyle came towards them but as it reared back a blast of red energy hit it and sent it flying away.

“GET AWAY FROM THEM!!” A voice roared as the Valarie in her Red Huntress guise, her black and red armored form riding her hoverboard appeared from above the bus and started to fire away at the gargoyles and the teens cheered, especially when Valarie shot the locked door and it fell inward. The other teens climbed into the bus, most of them glaring at Dash, Paulina and Kwan, Star amongst them. As the drive climbed into his seat he looked at the kids and saw that he was over capacity and cursed himself for what he was about to do.

“EVERYONE HOLD ON!!” As the words died down the bus drive started to drive, the other bus following him as the other teens who couldn’t get on ran after them, some cars the construction crews and the single news van following behind them, the back doors open and full of teens who grabbed those who couldn’t get on

Danny saw the bus’s carrying his friends away from the battle from the side ally where he had ducked into when he had gotten to the back of the pack and willed a white ring that spilt in two and transformed him into his Phantom form and shot into the air and blasted a gargoyle that had attacked Valarie’s back. Valarie heard the explosion and scowled when she saw Danny hover there firing at the other ghosts as far as she was concerned.

“Phantom! I knew you had to be behind this!” Valarie snarled as Danny looked at her with an exasperated look.

“Of course, because I’m blasting what I control, sure it’s all part of my plan!” Danny said sacristy and went intaglable to avoid a gargoyle but it shoulderslammed him anyway and carried him to the ground. He looked up as it reared back but Valarie shot it’s head off.

“I’m the only one who gets to destroy you spook!” Valarie spat as she flew at another gargoyle and used the energy blade between it to cut off its head and as the head roared at her the body decomposed. The head is still ‘alive’ but the body was destroyed., so headshots! Valarie thought as she started to fire at the heads of the gargoyles but only two went down. “What the hell?!”

A roar caused Danny to look towards it and see thirty more gargoyles coming towards them, ten of them hovering in front of the mansion as the other twenty charged at them. “What, are they protecting that place, why?!”

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Vlad meanwhile had gotten to his limo drove off, setting in the back as he watched from a drone he had launched as he had left, scowling as he watched the feed. “Oh I do hate it when I’m right about this, I can only hope that the area won’t be too damaged once this is done.”

Vlad looked upwards as he heard the sound of jet engines and smirk. “Well let’s see what will happen when the GIWs come out to play!”

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Danny dodged another blow from one of the flying Gargoyles and stole a look at Valarie and saw twelve GIW skysleds with four loaded out for bombardment and cursed. “HUNTRESS, UP NOW GIW BOMBARBMENT INCOMEING!”

Danny shot skyward and Valarie looked at him for a second before willing her board to climb skyward as well and moments before that happened missiles hit the gargoyles and the mansion, covering all of them and the mansion in an explosion that almost caused Valarie to be blown from her board.

“What the hell?” Valarie breathed and looked and saw the mansion had been destroyed but the gargoyles had gone still and they had turned towards the mansion, the missiles having turned it into rubble, the stone creatures not moving. Those stone things are still, was the mansion the source of their life? What the hell are they, they can’t be ghosts but what? Valarie asked as she moved her board forward an inch before a bolt of blue energy flew past her.

“FREEZE!!!” A voice barked from the direction of the other skysleds and Valarie turned and saw four skysleds face her and she stared as she saw that their weapons were pointed at her and she grew angry as she tried to comprehend

“What the hell are you doing, I’m not a ghost!!” Valarie said as she looked at the GIWs who only looked at her and tried to figure out what they were doing.

“Red Huntress by order of the Federal Anti-Ecto Control Act, Article 4, Section 2, subsection B you are under arrest!” Operative K, a brown skinned bald man in the uniform of the GIWs, a white suite with black tie, black gloves, boots and black sunglasses said as others GIWs aimed at her as four skysleds aimed at Danny as he hovered there and formed two blasts with his hands.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Valarie demanded as she prepared herself to react to whatever the GIWs did next.

“The Anti-Ecto Control Acts also limits what hunters can use.” Danny said as he looked at the GIWs and scowled. “Maybe even how many ghosts one can capture, it’s all about control with them.”

“Quite ghost. Surrender for experiments, lots of painful experiments.” Operative K said and Valarie went pale as she heard that.

“Experiments?” Valarie said pale and her eyes dilated and then she gritted her teeth as parts of her family history flashed through her eyes and she prepared herself to go down fighting at least when suddenly…..

“RROOOOAAAR!!” A savage roar came from the mansion and as the rubble was flung away and a dust cloud covered the land. As they watched two large wings made of black stone suddenly burst out of the clouds, a black stone serpentine head on a long neck connected to a body with a crest and four long legs with that ended in four clawed hands and a tail that ended in a spiked ball, a black stone dragon as long as the mansion was that roared and fired a blast of black energy from its mouth at the bombardment skysleds as twenty of the gargoyles screeched and shot towards the GIWs while the rest of them charged after the buses.

“Procedure Omega operatives!” Operative K barked and the GIWS began firing against the charging gargoyles that swarmed closer and started to claw at their foes and destroyed a few of the sky sleds sending GIWs falling to the ground. Danny could only look at the carnage and swallow. This is beyond anything I could have imagined happening today! Wait those others are going into town! Danny thought as he looked around and then looked towards the center of town.

“Huntress, go after the gargoyles heading into town, go and protect the people! I’ll try and handle this but just go!” Danny called to Valarie who looked at him and readied her gun as she looked at him as the GIWs tried to handle the Gargoyles.

“And why should I listen to a ghost?” Valarie barked and looked at the gargoyles as they moved into town. But he’s right damn it! if regular people are hurt and I could have stopped it from happening! She thought as she grimaced before scowling at Danny. “Fine! But not because I agree with you ghost!”

As Valarie flew away Operative K saw and overheard everything and notice the treason of the Red Huntress before a gargoyle roared and charged at him but he dodged it and saw that he had lost all of his bombardment sleds and two of the others. “All forces fall back, contact base and request all operatives to sortie!”

As the GIWs fell back, Danny stayed and fought on, blasting apart ten of the gargoyles before the Stone Dragon took notice and roared, taking flight and charging at him. Danny dodged to the left and three gargoyles slammed him to the ground. As he struggled to get free he looked up and saw the Stone Dragon hovering, its head pointed at him and its mouth open as it built up a charge.

Danny tried to struggle free but after a few moments he realized he couldn’t and tried to figure out how to survive. Think Phantom, think! How can you get out of this how can you…….Danny went still as he realized just what he had to do.

“One chance!” he called out as the Dragon released its blast as he went intangible moments before it hit and the blast destroyed the Gargoyles and sent him down and into the ground, but Vlad’s drone didn’t see him as the explosion kept what was happening from its sight.

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Smash. A glass dropped from Vlad’s hand as he watched with widened eyes as the Dragon took flight and the Gargoyles followed after it. I can’t believe this, so that thing was able to best him. and it’s coming into town! Vlad thought as he quickly pressed a button and sighed when he heard a siren in the distance and saw people look up and start running towards the nearest safe location, cars all moving in the same direction as they abandoned everything else to get to safety.

“Well at least the public safety announcements worked.” Vlad muttered as the limo entered into a garage attached to town hall and he moved towards his office to handle this, smiling as the security guards the GIWs had trained moved to prepare to defend the seat of government. “Maybe I should look into getting a station set up near the school……….. in a weak they’ll probably have enough on the teachers there to blackmail and get those people blacklisted.”

Vlad walked into his office and looked at his secretary who was waiting for him.

“The shields are up at all shelters sir, the GIWs just contacted us, all operatives have been deployed and the police are getting whoever remains to the safe zones.” She said as she walked into the office after Vlad, the glow of the shield visible through the windows.

“And them?” Vlad asked as he sat down and called up a holographic screen with a map of the town showing the shelters and the Gargoyles path into the city. He frowned as he looked at the screen and frowned.

“The Fenton’s contacted us and that they’re taking their Assault Vehicle to backup the GIWs.” She said and she looked out the window and took a step back, Vlad frowned before he heard the sound of blasters firing and he realized the stone creatures had reached the town hall.

“Do activate the secondary defenses, and call me if something changes.” Vlad said as the woman nodded before running away and the doors closed automatically. The ringing of his phone caused him to look at it and sigh when he saw the number.

“Ahh Amy! It’s a little bit of a problem, you missed something when you looked over the property, it seems the town is under attack by a flock of stone Gargoyles led by a Dragon of all things!” Vlad said and listened to the reply. “Yes I’m sure the town can survive the problem, the GIWS are out in force and I expect him to handle this the second time.”

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Danny shook his head as he got up from where he had fallen. “Okay Phantom, that wasn’t the worst thing that you’ve ever been hit by, so walk it off! Now where am I?”

Danny looked around and beyond a few slivers of light from above it was completely dark. Danny formed a ball of energy and as the light from it chased away the darkness he saw he was in a natural cavern with a large mass at least five feet tall at least twenty feet away from him that Danny saw move up and down slowly and rhythmically. Yikes, that’s something. If it didn’t react to me then and the chaos above its sleeping deep! And speaking of upstairs I need to get back to it! Danny thought as he silently flew upwards and hit a barrier as he reached the celling. “What the hell?!”

“This is?” Danny muttered to himself as he felt along a strange barrier that kept him from moving through the stone. Okay, this is acting like the ‘Zone, but this is the human world, so how do I get around this? I mean how on earth could someone make this place impassable for ghosts one way but not the other…….. that’s a mouse trap or a prison……wait prisons have prisoners….. Danny’s thoughts trailed off as realized just where he was.

“YOU CAN NOT LEAVE THIS PLACE HALFLING, ONE ONLY MAY LEAVE.” A rumbling voice caused Danny to turn and stare. The mass was unrolling into a large brown lion at least ten feet tall with a mane of crimson flames and claws of black obsidian, two tails that ended in rubies that blazed with a crimson light and it had two eyes of jade flames and saber fangs of obsidian. “THIS PLACE HAS BEEN MY PRISON FOR MANY YEARS NOW, BUT WITH YOU I MIGHT FINALLY HAVE ENOUGH ENERGY TO ESCAPE!”

“Okay, so how can I help you get us out of here?” Danny asked causing the lion to chuckle. “What’s so funny?”

“YOU MAY WILL HELP ME BY BEING MY FOOD HALFLING, AS ALL OF YOU HALFLINGS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE.” The brown lion said bluntly and Danny pales more and looked at the creature as it slowly padded towards him, moving away from it.

“With me, wait you want to eat me?!” Danny said as the creature nodded its head as it stalked towards him. Wonderful, first a stone dragon and now a giant lion wants to eat me! he thought as he looked around, trying to find any hint of a way to escape.

“YES, SINCE I ESCAPED FROM MY FORMER CAPTIVES I HUNTED THE FLESH OF THE LOW BORN HERE AND GREW STRONGER AND THEN HUNTED THE HIGHBORN UNTIL A MIDDLE BORN TRAPPED ME HERE AND SIPHONED OFF MY POWER TO CREATE THOSE THAT ATTACK THE MIDDLE BORN ABOVE US.” The lion rumbled and Danny prepared himself for a fight, the lion only looked resigned. “THEN YOU WILL NOT LET ME SLAY YOU SWIFTLY THEN.”

“Sorry but I have a real problem with helping those who try and kill me!” Danny said as he took flight and the lion looked at him with what Danny thought might have been respect.

“THEN SO BE IT. KNOW THAT I AM VOLEO! LET US DO THE ONLY DANCE THAT MATERS, THE DANCE OF BATTLE AND EVOLUTION!!!” Voleo called ut and charged at Danny, throwing two orbs of fire from its tails that he shot and dodged as he flew about the top of the cavern, taking shots that didn’t faze his foe. Voleo looked at Danny and flicked its tails until it had formed twenty fireballs that it sent at him.

Danny scowled as he sped up and dodged the fireballs as he tried to figure out a way to defeat this thing. My running blasts aren’t doing anything, if I can charge a shot then maybe but I’ve never really tried to charge it while I was moving! Still first time for anything! Danny thought as he flew and cupped a hand, forcing a blast but letting his energy build up instead of releasing as it reach the maximum he fired it, hitting Voleo’s right hind leg and blasting it off, causing the ‘lion’ to stumble and fall to the ground.

“YES!” Danny called out with a smirk that fell when the leg flew back towards Voleo body and remerged with it as it got back to its feet. “No.”

It looked at him with a tense air for a few seconds before it reared back and slammed it’s front legs down and four spears of rock flew at Danny, one of them scoring a cut on his right side, the wound oozing greenish red blood.

Danny held back a snarl and fired a few bolts at the Voleo and the lion slammed a paw down and shot stone arrows that intercepted the bolts. As Danny flew around the chamber the lion looked at him and roared, sending a flash of heat that almost sent Danny to the ground.

“An Ice powered Halfling, then this is over.” Voleo rumbled as Danny tried to struggle to his feet and as the lion moved closer. This can’t be the end, I won’t let it! I have to fight back I can’t let this thing eat me, if it does then who will protect Amity?! Who will protect Sam……SAM!! Danny thought as he reached beyond what he knew and grasped something that had always been within him and it exploded in a wave of black energy that sent Voleo flying away from Danny.

Voleo looked up and saw Danny standing there, a cloak of black energy surrounding him as he got up and a black energy scythe formed in his hands and as his eyes blazed red.

“What is this, wait you’re not a!” Voleo bellowed and roared as it fired a blast of lava at Danny who disappeared and sliced down with his scythe taking off Voleo’s right foreleg and as the lion moved away Danny appeared and sliced down and Voleo sent a stone pillar at him that he sliced through and tore through it and Voleo moved away and looked at Danny, two fangs showing from his upper mouth as he grinned at Voleo.

“So that is what you are, then this is not as easy as I thought it would be. But I took the battle dance seriously, so may evolution favor one of us!” Voleo said as it roared and charged at Danny but Danny disappeared and bisected Voleo and it roared as it condensed into a spark of brown energy that hovered as Danny collapsed to the floor, his eyes closing as the energy scythe and aura died down.

A few moments later Danny woke back up and held his head, his transformation dropping as he woke up. “What happened…..wait where’s that Lion and how’d I detransform?”

Danny looked around and saw the hovering spark and looked at it as he saw what color it was. That has to be the lion, but what happened to it? And why am I dawn to it? Danny thought as he approached the spark and touched it, going still and screaming as a well of energy blasted upwards, breaking the ceiling as the energy well climbed high into the atmosphere.

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Sam looked around the gym as everyone huddled in small groups as she leaned against the wall as Tucker tried to get a signal through the barrier as the teachers tried to keep the students under control. Of course they act like they care about everyone when a crisis happens, otherwise it’s only the A-Listers who matter! Sam thought in disgust as she looked at the teachers as Tucker typed away at his phone. “Any luck?”

“Nothing, I can’t even get a single channel or update and the net’s down!” Tucker said and shook his head with a disgusted expression. “I thought these things Vlad donated let wireless signals through.”

“That’s what the specs we read at the Fenton’s said……. But give a guess why that is here; think about where we are.” Sam said with a snort and Tucker looked at the teachers and nodded.

“Yeah, I can see that.” Tucker muttered and looked back at his phone and tried to work around the blockage.

“Yeah, that’s for sure.” Sam muttered as she looked around and caught sight of Belphegor leaning against the wall of the far side of the gym with Hecate and Lamashtu around him, a strange and smug look on his face. And then there’s them. I’ve always thought that those three are wrong somehow but how they’re reacting to this is not right……… maybe I can get the guys to see what I’m talking about with them, maybe we should look into them. Sam thought before she heard Tucker cough a little. “What is it?”

“That.” Tucker said point towards the teachers. “Look alive, the only good A is coming towards us.”

Sam sniffed, spelling the familiar scent of cat and looked up and saw Star walking towards them and frowned. What does she want? She’s the only one of the A-Listers that I don’t hate but she follows Paulina around and…..well that’s enough really. Sam thought with a slight scowl as Star walked towards them.

“Sorry to bother you, but have you seen Valarie? I know she was on Lancer’s bus but I couldn’t see her anywhere and…….” Star began but Tucker interrupted her.

“GOT IT! I’ve got signal! Let’s see what’s on the news, oh hell.” Tucker said causing Star and Sam to look at the screen and pale. As kids around them heard and gathered they looked down as well and as the gathering was noticed and Lancer started to walk towards them.

“ to those just turning in, again this is Lance Thunder, so far reports from all shelters show that the shields are only holding the creatures partially back but there’s reports of something bigger…….Oh god! Folks I’m at Main Street and the Fentons, the Red Hunter and the GIWs are fighting the gargoyles but there’s a black stone Dragon flying towards us! The people are evacuating to nearby shelters and this reporter is joining them!” Lance Thunder’s voice came over Tucker’s phone as

Sam looked at Tucker as the kids around them heard and started to talk to the others as Lancer made it to them with a scowl, but Sam was only paying attention to the fact that Danny wasn’t fighting, that meant something had happened to him.

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Vlad looked at the battle that had spilled into Main street and scowled. This shouldn’t have happened, everything was perfect! I can’t believe this, but at least those evacuation plans from when the town was taken into the Ghost Zone works. Vlad thought as he watched a screen in the mayor’s office and looked up as his secretary came into the room with a look of fear. “What is it?”

“Sir, the GIWs called, they want authorization to prepare something called ‘Operation Exodus’?” She said and after a few moments of silence she looked up and saw that Vlad was looking at her in shock, his pupils dilated.

“Exodus?!? Call them back and tell them that if they even call me back with that propsual then I will send everything to Washington!” Vlad barked as he shot up from his chair and she fled from the room with Vlad’s glare following her.

“Exodus, of all things!” Vlad said as he leaned back into his chair. I thought I told them not to even think about making that thing! Once we survive this, I need to find out just what those idiots have been doing! Vlad thought as he glared at the holo map and wondered how Amity Park would survive this day.

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Valarie strafed the Dragon and it roared as she blasted away at it; the evacuation of people from this part of town had almost been but when the Gargoyles had reached the area and attacked, the GIWs had made it and were only attacking the stone creatures and the and the Fentons had rolled up in their Ghost Assault Vehicle and started to blast away, saving some of the GIWs who had lost their skysleds and had used it as a rallying point as they escorted the civilians from the area as they all fell back towards the nearest shelter and she thought they could handle it but then the Dragon had appeared and the other gargoyles had surged forward, somehow stronger then before

“Come on Mads, we can get this thing down!” Valarie looked down and saw Jack Fenton trying to charge the nearest Gargyole but Maddie Fenton held him back.

“Stay there Jack, we need to protect the people, once their safe we can come back for samples!” Maddie said and Valarie hid a shudder as she blasted at a Gargoyle.

“Of course those two are like that.” She muttered as she surfed on her board and dodged another Gargoyle as she fired a few blasts as she looked tried to figure out what was happening. I really need something to see what’s happening around me, maybe I should try and make a drone or something! Valarie thought as she flew around the battle and tried to figure out something and smirked as she saw the Assault Vehicle destroy one of the Gargoyles, blasting its body apart and destroying its wings and arms. YES! If we take out the smaller ones first then we can gang up on the bigger…… wait. What’s that thing doing? Valarie thought as she looked on in horror as she surfed around and could only look on, shocked at what she was seeing. As Valarie could only watch with horror as the Stone Dragon charged up and fired a blast of black energy at the Gargoyle that the Fenton’s had destroyed, and within moments the gargoyle got back to its feet, fully recovered. “FUCK!”

The Gargoyles roared and charged at the Assault Vehicle as the GIWs started to fire away as the Fenton’s activated their vehicles weapons to meet the horde as Valarie surfed down shooting, thinking the last thoughts that she ever thought she would ever. Where are you Phantom?! Valarie thought as she tried to surf past a Gargoyle only one from below her struck and destroyed part of her board, sending her falling and it retracted into her suit as she landed on the Assault Vehicle and started to lend her blasts as the Gargoyles.

“You okay Huntress, when can you get airborn again?” A voice caused her to look down for a second and saw that it had come from one of the GIWs. Valarie saw an update on her mask about her board, it would need a few minutes to recover and then she could get back into the sky and strafed the dragon

“Soon!” Valarie said as she looked at the Dragon as it stood there and seemed to just look at them as the Gargoyles ran into their fire.

“How long?” The Agent asked as he battered down a Gargoyle and shot its head off

“Just Soon!” Valarie called out as she started to fire blasts from bother her arms at a Gargoyle that tried to get around them to attack the civilians running away from the battle.

“Not detecting a lot of trust lady!”

“You did try and arrest me earlier, so don’t expect me to give you my tech-specs!” Valarie spat and she heard the Agent

“Wait, What?!?” The Agent asked in shock.

Farther back Lance Thunder and his camera man were standing far enough behind them to see but not hear the byplay but Lance winced with each Gargoyle that the GIWs sent down.

“I so don’t get paid enough for this!” Lance said as he covered and saw the spit take the GIW agent had done. “There’s a story in that I think.”

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They all turned as the roar echoed around them and they saw the Gargoyles break contact and move towards the Dragon as it reared back its neck as energy started to spill out it’s mouth and they realized what it was going to do.

“hell, Everyone get to cover! If you Fentons have anything that can block it’s blast then now’s the time to use it!” The agent barked and Valarie willed her suit’s shielding systems to form an energy wall just in front of the Assault Vehicle moments before the Stone Dragon released a large energy blast that she barely held back. She panted as the GIWs kept shooting as the Gargoyles as the Dragon looked right at her causing her blood to freeze as she looked at the stone thing as it flared its wings. It leap at her, and she tried to form another shield wall but her suit showed that she was too weak and she winced as she prepared to jump off the Assault Vehicle when a wall of brown stone suddenly shot up twenty feet and the Stone Dragon slammed into it.

“Hey, I’m getting a big energy reading!” Jack called out and before they all heard the roars of the Gargoyles and the slice of something and a roar from the Dragon as the wall broke apart. Valarie stared in awe as from the dust Phantom appeared swinging a brown long sword with magma veins on it. He had on gauntlets of brown metal that went from his hand to his elbows. As a Gargoyle charged at him Danny slashed in in two down the middle and stood there, slowly raising his sword and pointing at the Dragon who roared as the Gargoyles charged at him.

Danny raised his sword and stone pillars rose from the street and shot at the Gargoyles like arrows and the flying ones were destroyed as the others could only watch. The Stone Dragon reared its head back and roared, moments later the Agent who had been talking to Valarie’s free hand went to his earbud.

“What…. Oh hell! Listen up! All the Gargoyles are leaving the shelters!” The Agent barked out and started to recheck his riffle. “I want everyone to rearm themselves and get ready, if they’re leaving the other shelters alone because that thing roared then they’ll be coming here! Before that happens we need to get the civilians out of here! You staying or coming Huntress?”

Valarie looked at him and tried to figure out what to do when her suit detected motion come from all around them. “Too late, we’ve got incoming!”

The Agent and the others looked around at the rooftops and saw Gargoyles all around them snarling and looking at the cowering civilians and swallowed before he made a choice.

“Okay, fighting time! Fentons, move this thing backwards and use every weapon, everyone else protect the civilians!”

“Got it, if I see a shot I’ll take Phantom down!” Jack said and the Agent looked at him before paling and grabbing Jack through the open window. “Hey, what’s the deal?”

“Leave Phantom alone, that stone things are the threat!” The Agent barked at Jack and he felt the stares of the others on his back.

“Agent Z, are you sure sir?” One of the other GIWs asked as they fired at the Gargoyles as they tried to protect the civilians.

“Directive 1; Protect the People above all else.” Agent Z said and kept firing with his riffle as he backed up and the Ghost Assault Vehicle moved backwards as Jack used the inbuilt weapons to blast away the Gargoyles.

Valarie jumped off the roof of the Ghost Assault Vehicle and formed up her board and started to fly upwards, blasting away at the Gargoyles as they flew at the people, the GIWs and the Fentons adding their fire to hers.

Danny meanwhile had finished off the last Gargoyle and pointed the sword at the Stone Dragon with one hand and a pillar of black and red stone sprouted from the ground and tore away the Stone Dragon’s left wing as it tried and almost succeeded in dodging what Danny caused to form under it. It roared and flexed it’s other wing and the Gargoyles broke off from attacking the civilians and flew at Danny. He looked up and jumped at them, spinning around and slicing with the sword and he destroyed one Gargoyle with each blow, landing one handed he pushed off and spun around in the air and landed looking at the Stone Dragon and shot at it. The Stone Dragon opened it’s mouth and shot balls of black energy that Stone Danny dodged or sliced apart until he sliced off the Stone Dragon’s right back leg. As it tried to balance itself as Danny ran around beneath it and sliced off it’s left foreleg, as it tried to balance itself Danny jumped upwards, his sword glowing red and he cut through its head. The rest of the Gargoyles flew towards him when he jumped and trust his sword into the base of the neck and red veins raced up the neck before it roared and melted away, revealing a gemstone where the head had been that glowed black. Danny pointed his free hand at the gemstone and fired a sphere of red energy that hit the gemstone and exploded, the Gargoyles eyes stopped glowing and fell to the ground as the dust settled and the gemstone was revealed to have been destroyed.

Danny blinked and looked around. What the hell? The last thing I remember I touched that spark and then……. wait what! Danny thought as the last half hour coming back to him and he looked down at the sword in his hand as it disappeared along with the gauntlets.

He looked around, noting the GIWs and his parents as they aimed at him and decided to freak out later before going transparent and flew away, a frown on his face. Somehow when he formed his legs into a tail; it felt weird.

The people cowering behind the GIWs and Fentons stayed where they were before they started to scream and roar in happiness as they realized they were safe! Lance Thunders looked at his cameraman with a shocked look on his face. “Tell me you got that, tell me you’re still broadcasting?”

“You saw and heard it here folks!” Lance said with a smirk as his cameraman gave him a thumbs up. “The threat of the Stone Gargoyles and the Dragon is gone, thanks to Amity Park’s Phantom!”

Valarie saw a squadron of GIW skysleds coming and speed off, not willing to risk that these GIWs wouldn’t attack her, a strange feeling going through her. What happened today, I think I need to look into the Ecto-Act a bit. And the next time Vlad sends me out after a ghost I’m going to ask Phantom about it. She thought as she flew away.

On the ground Agent Z removed his sunglasses and looked at the Red Huntress as she flew away, a frown on his face as he tried to figure out just why his agency had decided to go after the girl, one thing was sure, there was something very wrong with the local branch.

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“WOOHOOO!”

“PHANTOM KILLED THE DRAGON, YESSSS!” Dash exclaimed and smiled.

“Where’d you think he got that sword from?!” Paulina asked with stars in her eyes. “Do you think he has matching armor?”

“It was a broadsword, the kind of sword Excalibur was said to be, the old weapon of knights!” one of the nerds said and a few of them got strange looks on their faces. Sam smirked and Tucker slammed a fist into his palm and grinned. A siren from outside caused Sam to smile as she looked at the doors as one of the teachers opened it and Sam moved off, the usual habit of the school closing after a major ghost attack was a godsend since now she could go and visit her grandmother at the hospital.

Tucker moved to follow her when someone dropped a hand on his shoulder. Looking back he saw Mr. Lancer looking down at him with a frown.

“Let’s talk about how you got around the blocks we put in place Mr. Tucker.” Mr. Lancer said frostily and Tucker winced as he tried to figure out how he would get around this.

“Isn’t that illegal under the town’s laws?” Tucker asked weakly and Mr. Lancer just looked at him stone-faced.

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Danny flew back towards the construction site and saw a bulldozer blocking a building and went through the walls and saw nobody was in it smirking he transformed back to human form. He leaned against the wall and panted. What was that, where’d that sword come from……… Danny’s thoughts died as he saw a door in his mind, it opened and the sword and gauntlets were there, waiting to be called upon. As Danny focused on the armory he saw something beyond the sword and gauntlets but her couldn’t see it clearly, but the sword and gauntlets were as clear as day and he knew what they were . “Volcanic Arms!”

As he cried out he held out his hand and his lava surged up to his elbows and formed the gauntlets, the sword formed in his right hand. Looking at the hilt he saw a ruby on one side of the pummel and a brown gemstone on the other. He looked at the veins of magma on the blade and saw them pulse with light as he held it.

“Amazing, but how do I?” Danny muttered as he looked at the weapon in his hands and the gauntlets on his arms. Strange, it’s like I know what I can do with these things…… he thought as he started to swing the blade around for a few moments before he raised his free hand and a column of red crystal grew to his palm. He looked at it and grabbed the top and broke off the top and put it down on the ground and willed the column to drop back into the earth, a little bit of dirt messed up the only sign something had been there.

“Amazing!” Danny breathed as he pocketed the shard and walked off. Maybe I can use this to make something from this……..any way I wonder why I’m so thirsty, and what was that? He thought as he walked back towards his home. His phone buzzed and he pulled it out and saw a message from Jazz and he smiled.

SkyBoy; Hey sis, heading home. Will tell how I survived if asked, see you there.

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Sam walked into the hospital and stared as she looked around and saw a lot of people waiting or being helped as doctors and nurses moved around.

“Do you need help?” Sam looked to the side and saw a tall Japanese woman with her black hair in a bun and a sensual figure in a white lab coat over black slacks and jeans walk towards her rubbing her eyes with glasses on her forehead. She squinted at Sam and then brought her glasses down and then winced. “Oh it’s you Sam, hear to see her.”

“Hey doctor Kobayashi, how’s the hospital handling this?” Sam asked and Maiko Kobayashi laughed bitterly.

“With those government hacks commandeering the other entrance because of ‘security concerns’ we’ve had to get everyone through admissions. Thank god we set up the emergency entrance seperatly after the first time this happened.” Maiko said bitterly and Sam winced.

I can’t believe what happened, the GIWs are terrible fighters but to have actually stood their ground instead of running, I might have misjudged them a little. Sam thought as she walked and stopped when she noticed Operative K was talking on a phone near the bathroom and moved closer to listen in.

“…..Yes, we’ve got no choice anymore. The others will hear about this, we have to purge the labs of all our research and what we were able to get from the Fenton’s.” Operative K said and nodded. He started to turn and Sam slipped into a nearby room and closed the door, leaving it open slightly so she could hear him as he walked past the room.

“Yes, we need to send copies of all the research to the secondary base……We can’t let those fools in Washington stop us now, once we have the tech right we’ll show them the truth. No the creatures weren’t ghosts, they were based on the secondary power, also Phantom was detected wielding the same power. Yes we have to prepare Exodus no matter what Masters says.” Agent K voice came and stopped and Sam felt the door twitch as Agent K slammed his free hand against the door. “Agent Z did what?! I suppose the directives do say that…….. keep an eye on him, we need to be sure that he never finds out about Exodus, he wouldn’t understand.”

Sam left the room a few moments later, worried about what she had overheard and moved to the elevator and quickly was carried to the floor she wanted. After a few minutes walking she entered a room and saw her Ida Mansion laying on a hospital bed connected to a heart monitor.

“Sammy, with what happened at our unhonorable mayor’s ceremony I was worried that you wouldn’t come today.” Ida said as she reached over and grabbed Sam’s hand. Sam smiled back at her and looked at her with a look of concern.

“I couldn’t stay aware grandma.” Sam said as she looked at Ida looked away. “Grandma?”

“I’m not.” Ida whispered and Sam looked down at Ida with a look of concern and confusion.

“What are you saying?” Sam asked and Ida looked at her and sighed

“I’m not your grandmother, I’m your godmother and guardian.” Ida said and Sam gasped as Ida looked down and away from her. “I’m sorry that I never told ya, I wanted to before this all happened but I couldn’t every find the time or figure out the way.”

“what?” Sam asked and Ida smiled at her and rubbed her check.

“I took you in you because your mother, your birth mother was a friend of mine.” Ida said with a laugh that turned into a cough and she reached for a glass of water that Sam grabbed and hurriedly handed it over. As Ida took a drink Sam looked at her, shocked and confused.

“What….. why didn’t you tell me?” Sam asked as she stared at her…. God-mother? It doesn’t matter, this woman raised me more than Pamela and her husband did and this explains everything about why I’m so different from them. Sam thought as she looked at Ida who looked back.

“I let that idiot son of mine convince me to let him and his wife take the lead, but whenever there was a decision that needed to be made to take care of you I made it.” Ida said and gripped Sam’s waist. “Never doubt I love ya Sammy, I kept secrets that’s true, but they were to protect you and never doubt that I love you.”

“Grammy.” Sam whispered as tears came from her eyes.

“No tears Sammy, this isn’t the end just yet, this is just see you later.” Ida said forcibly. “Now listen, I set it up so you’ll be emancipated, and with what I know you’ll be fine once you’re out of their hands. I left a book that will explain everything you need to know, it’s in that language that you and your friends needed to talk to Big Bad.”

“Big Bad……that’s! You knew.” Sammy breathed in shock as Ida laughed.

“I knew from day one Sammy, I had been watching you all and when it happened at school the first time I knew it.” Ida asked and Sammy could only stare at her.

“How….” Sam asked as she tried to understand the roller-coaster of events, tried to make sense of what Ida was saying and she could only look at her shocked.

“I’ll explain next time we see each other Sammy, I promise.” Ida said before she looked out beyond Sam’s shoulder and smirked. “But my lawyer is here to talk to you so go on.”

Sam looked behind her and saw a woman in a business suite looking into the room and smiled slightly at her.

“Miss Samantha, I’m the lawyer that Ida hired. My name is Rachel Lortong, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Rachel said as they shook hands. “There are a few papers that you need to sign, a few I’s to dot and well it won’t take long.”

“Go Sammy, no matter what happens we will see each other again.” Ida said and waved her off. As Sam left Ida looked at the ring on her finger, and called up all the efforts of strength she had left. “Come on Ida, just ten minutes more than you can rest until your back.”

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Belphegor walked around the destroyed battle site with a wide grin with a backpack in his hands as the sky darkened. Oh this was wonderful, I can’t believe that my grade had to miss this wonderful carnage! But I always thought that this place was something, but to think I never found the time, what I could have done. Belphegor thought as he wondered through the ruins towards the building that had been destroyed by the GIWs. “This is amazing, I mean I knew that my beliefs were true with the ghosts but this, this is proof!”

He bent down and picked up a piece of the stone gargoyles, moving his thumb over it and smiled. Oh what I can do with you my pretty! All those old books I bought over the years said there needed to be a spark to give the power, being around ghosts wasn’t enough, a few of these each and then we’ll really be cooking with true power! And if I can gain enough to craft a few items or even just alchemy, then I might be able to rule this town! He thought as he took off his backpack and started to put as many of the stones as he could fit into it. As he reached the limit of what he could carry and move quickly he grinned as he stood up and looked around. “Oh, this is perfect; I don’t know who made these wonderful toys but I am sorry that they were dealt with so easily, my own plans have to reflect that.”

“Hey, don’t hog all the good ones Belphegor!” Hecate’s voice caused him to turn and see both of the girls walking towards him with bags around their shoulders, each one having taken some of the stones from the destroyed gargoyles.

“Don’t worry sis, we’ll share everything. And this is only until we can find out where they’ll move the rest of these things.” Lamashtu said with a giggle.

“Yeah, but if we can’t get anything else then we should grab what we can and leave before anyone comes and confiscates this stuff!” Hecate said with a pout.

“I wouldn’t worry me dears.” Belphegor said as he moved ever closer to the ruins of the building the gargoyles had come from subconsciously as he looked at the girls. “With the pounding the GIWs took, it will be a while before anyone will be back here, but I suppose you’re right, we should leave once I look over the this place.”

As he turned around and walked into the ruins he heard a crack and within moments fell through the floor. He dropped ten feet and hit the dirt with his feet and started to look around, wondering what he had found. The chamber he that fallen into was lined with glowing crystals and at the far end was a tome bound in chains with an open door way behind it. He stared at it hungrily as his meager senses could tell that it was something special.

“Master Belphegor, are you okay?!” Looking up he saw Hecate and Lamashtu looking down at him from the edge of the hole. He grinned back at them and looked around the chamber and saw a small corridor

“Perfectly fine girls, I found something that I think will help us.” Belphegor said as he walked towards the book and as he touched it the chains shot off and he felt something connect with him, something that told him that his life was forever changed moments before a unseen wave of something went out from the stand. He picked up the book and felt a rumbling. Looking around he saw the cavern start to collapse and ran for the door he ran up stone stairs and behind him he heard the sounds of falling rocks, all he could do was hope the girls were safe. He saw a door and bashed into it, breaking through it into a wooden hallway in a Victorian style. Before he could take what it looked like the grounds started to shake and he looked around and saw what he hoped was a door to the outside and he ran towards it, ramming his shoulder into and he ran into the yard, the girls seeing him waved and they ran towards where they had parked Belphegor’s car, hoping to get away.

“What’d you find down there?” Hecate demanded as they drove away, Belphegor ducking the car into a side street as civic vehicles and Belphegor handed her a book as he drove. She looked down at it and frowned as she read the text. “This is Greek…… Mageía av petra…. That means Magic of Stone!”

“Could this have anything to do with those wonderful, wonderful things Master Belphegor?!” Lamashtu asked and Belphegor started to cackle.

“Girls we might have finally made it.” Belphegor said as they drove towards the main part of town.

#Danny Phantom fanfiction #Truth Between Worlds

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Can I Steal You for a Second? CH4

Summary: Adrien is forced to participate in a new dating show, but becomes more excited when Ladybug says she’ll participate as her civilian self.

AKA: AU where Adrien doesn’t know Marinette, the superheroes are 22 and Gabriel is mean and ruthless but not Hawkmoth.

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Chapter 4

Adrien was in bed, nervously staring at his ceiling. Today was the day that 30 women would show up to the mansion. They would meet each other and be put in their Gabriel-brand dresses and then given time to do hair and make-up while at a warehouse downtown. Then, they would be moved and sent to meet him one by one in a limo and would participate in a cocktail party. Finally, he would have to cut the pool of girls down from 30 to 22. No matter which way Adrien looked at it, it was going to be a long day.

But Ladybug will be there. That was the only thought that got him out of bed when the producer assigned to moving Adrien from place to place as the show went along (He considered her to be the TV version of Natalie, but he still hadn’t caught her name, so in his head he called her the Mini-Natalie) had begun calling at his door for him to get up. Today consisted of trying to memorize the names and pictures of the girls, hair and make-up, doing interviews about how he feels pre-meetings, and more hair and make-up before the girls began showing up at exactly nightfall. But, there was a ray of sunshine at the end of this tunnel, and it was covered in polka dots.

Adrien put on some acceptable clothes, brushed his teeth and his hair, and just barely remembered to grab Plagg from his pillow before he was rushed to a studio with a bagel in his mouth. They planned on taking videos of him doing natural things in his life, but they had set it all up in a studio so it would be just right. He felt anything but natural posing and walking around the fake sidewalk and scenery.

After he had finished with those, they moved him to a grey screen-covered area where Adrien was to do various poses with a long-stemmed rose. He felt even more awkward doing these shots than he had doing the “natural posing” earlier. They made him smile really bright and act like he was “in love.” Thankfully, all he had to do was think of Ladybug and finding out her identity and he then had the perfect look for these shots down.

They also made him work out with weights for about an hour while filming the whole thing. This wasn’t too terrible as his Father made him do similar things now that he was out of high school in order for him to keep his body shape. (If only he knew about his runs as Chat Noir, the gym workouts would be unnecessary) Though normally he did all of his workouts with a shirt on. Either that or a skin-tight leather suit. Then, and honestly the most embarrassing of all, they took a large number of shots of Adrien showering. Why, the world needed to see Adrien shirtless with water running through his hair and down his chest he literally had no idea. Thankfully he was allowed to wear swim trunks, so as to not be too exposed. But, his many years of modeling had taught Adrien never to argue with the director and he figured that applied in this situation as well.

Once the B-roll shots were taken, Adrien was whisked away for hair and make-up and another, more formal outfit for the interviews. They asked him too many questions and he just had to keep acting excited about everything that was going on. Some of the questions were just too personal or sounded funny, but Plagg was having a blast silently laughing at what Adrien was saying. Occasionally, Adrien would “stretch” and slap his pocket where Plagg was hiding. He was rewarded with a squeal and some silence for about 5 minutes before Plagg would start up again.

He was coached to be honest about some things, so when they asked about the first Rose Ceremony tonight and if he was nervous, he had no shame in saying absolutely. He cited possibly not being able to get a feel for every girl tonight as well as having to remember their names as the reason for his nervousness. Although those were true, he was mostly worried that his Lady would slip past his notice and be cut before he could figure out it was her. His only saving grace was that tomorrow was Sunday, so it wouldn’t take long for him to discover his mistake.

The questions never seemed to end, and when he asked why there were so many, the director explained that since they had to make a ton of promotional videos to get the word about the show out, as well as fill in stuff for the first episode, they had to have an abundance of material. That, at least, made sense to Adrien. He tried to play up to the camera as much as he could, but by the end he was over it.

It was almost time for dinner and then the start of the show when the director reached the final question, “In your honest opinion, Adrien, do you think this could work? Do you think you’ll be able to find love?”

Without any hesitation, Adrien’s smiled softened as he began to think about Ladybug. His response of, “I truly believe that I will meet my soulmate tonight,” earned him a handful of “awes” and sighs from the production staff. With the knowledge that he had at least given one camera-worthy response, he allowed himself to be dragged away from the set and into, yet another, stylist chair.

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Marinette was feeling just as stressed as Adrien, but for a whole different reason. As soon as she arrived, she had an uneasy feeling. The limo driver had dropped her off at a warehouse building on the outskirts of town. It wasn’t a place she visited often as Ladybug, and so she was very unfamiliar with the area. Once inside, she was immediately ushered to a conference room where the girls were going to meet the people in charge of them and receive the concrete schedule for that day. When she asked about her luggage, a lady told her that it was going to be held by the workers in case she got cut tonight and needed to head straight home.

“But don’t worry sweetheart, nothing’s going to happen to your things, but if you make it through tonight, you’ll be moved into the mansion quickly.” The lady gave Marinette a once over and then said, “And when you get sent home, we’ll take care of everything for you.” For some reason, Marinette wasn’t put at ease.

The conference room felt crowded with all thirty of the girls as well as a handful of producers. Marinette sat, looked around the room, and was whispering to Tikki underneath her breath. “I hope some of the girls who I met while we were getting interviewed and photographed made it. It’d be nice to see a familiar face. Or I should say, a familiar friendly face.” The annoying girl who made all of the other girls flock to her from the interview weekend, Lila, had been cast and Marinette was less than thrilled.

“I could scope out the room for you, Marinette!”

“No, I don’t want you to get lost in all of the chaos. I may let you do some exploring later. Thank you for offering, though.” Marinette gave Tikki a smile and reached her hand in to brush her finger against Tikki’s cheek. Tikki hugged her back and settled down in the purse. It took Tikki a couple of weeks, but eventually, she came around to the idea of Marinette participating. She even helped her stay calm when she was freaking out about packing and Alya hadn’t been called yet. Marinette was very grateful that she had Tikki throughout this process. She couldn’t imagine only having the other contestants to talk to all of the time and occasionally Adrien. Tikki’s going to help keep her sane.

An older man walked up to the front of the room and a hush quickly fell over the girls. There were a couple of other people around him, but he clearly was the one in charge, since everyone was looking at him, waiting for him to speak.

“Hello ladies. My name is Mike Fleiss, and I am the producer for the American version of The Bachelor. I’ve been asked to oversee this season to help push the show to be as successful as its counterpart over the seas.” He spoke French pretty well for an American, even if he did have an accent of sorts.

“I’m excited to see what this amazing and beautiful group of girls brings and I know that you all will jump start the Bachelor franchise very well. With that being said, we do have some “house rules” as you would call it, so let’s begin by going over those. Please pay attention, as you will be signing a piece of paper stating that you have gone over these rules with me.

The most important rule for you to remember is that you are not allowed to leave the mansion no matter what, unless you are on a date and are accompanied by Adrien or a producer. As long as you are in the show, you are our responsibility and we will not allow you to put yourself in harms way.”

One rule in and Marinette already knew she had to break it. She couldn’t not leave if an akuma attacked. And she had had promised Adrien that she would meet up with him every Sunday as Ladybug, and there was no way she was backing out of that. Thankfully, she could be sneaky and work around that one rule.

“There is also no use of phones or any other sort of technology that connects you to the outside world. There is no internet at this mansion and you are not allowed to have books of any kind except for the Bible unless preapproved by us.” Her sketch book was preapproved so she was good on that. “Please also note that music players are allowed but music can only be heard through earbuds for copyright reasons.

“Once inside the mansion, you are expected to do your own cooking, cleaning, and laundry. The mansion is already stocked with certain necessities, but if you ever need anything to cook with or you run out of something, let a producer know and we can make a trip to the store for you.” Considering Marinette did most of that for herself already, she wasn’t too worried. And maybe she could make friends by cooking some stuff for others too, so that could be fun.

“Also, today and the day we shoot the last episode are the only days that the studio will do your hair and make-up. Every other day, you will be required to do it. Also, if you remember, when you were interviewed you were also measured and sized. That is because every outfit that you wear during the filming of this show is going to be a Gabriel piece. Gabriel Agreste has been very kind in allowing the show to do that and his people have picked out various outfits for you to choose from for tonight. Please note that if an outfit of yours goes missing when you are cut from the show, you will be fined and a police report will be filed.”

There were murmurs at that comment. The girl sitting closest to Marinette leaned over and whispered, “Wow that’s a lot for a missing dress,” Although Marinette understood why Gabriel was doing this, it still didn’t make it fun. What designer can make money if they give their clothes away, even if his outfits are ridiculously expensive.

“Now,” Mr. Fleiss’ voice brought all of the girls to silence again and he continued once he had all of their attention. “as you probably guessed, there are going to be cameras everywhere. If someone asks you for an interview, you do not decline. Everywhere you go, a camera goes. The only place they will not follow you into is the bathroom, but they will stand outside of the door and record sounds so be aware of that.” Mr. Fleiss paused as he seemed to make sure that everything had been covered.

“That should be everything. If you have any questions, whether about the rules or the journey, please feel free to ask.” That moment was the first time that Marinette had seen him smile and with that smile, he gestured to the people stationed to the side of the rows of girls. “We have reached the fun part. If you would do the honors gentlemen,” the men started passing out bags to the girls closest to them and working their way around the room. “All of you are receiving a gift bag provided by our generous sponsors. Inside, you will find various hair products, different types of make-up, as well as some sunscreen and a lovely padded bikini gifted by Gabriel for you to use during the filming. And yes, before you ask, you can take the bikinis home with you.”

Excited chatter broke across the room as the girls got their bags and began pulling stuff out and looking through it. Marinette looked in hers and noticed a tube of waterproof mascara, a container of highlighter, a bottle of hair shining spray, a self-tanning lotion, the tube of sunscreen and her bikini, which was a bright red color. Red was a good color for her, for obvious reasons, and the padded bra part was nice as Marinette’s chest could use a little bit of help in that area.

“That’s really nice of them!” Tikki whispered from Marinette’s purse.

“I’m surprised they found so many sponsors for the show since it is so new here. This is some good, quality stuff here too. And now I can say I own a Gabriel original!” Marinette let out a tiny squeal.

“I wouldn’t be too excited about that,” Tikki said with a laugh. “There’s not that much material here to make it too much of an original!”

“Oh hush!” Marinette scolded, though her giggles made it seem less threatening than it was intended to be.

Mr. Fleiss clapped and called the girls to attention. “Yes, yes, very exciting, but we have one more thing to discuss. The schedule for today. In about 20 minutes, you will be dismissed in groups of 5 to go and be worked on by our stylists. Once your hair and make-up is completed, you will be guided to your assigned dressing area, where your pre-picked dresses are waiting for you to choose from. A word of advice from someone who has worked on many seasons of this show: pick this dress wisely. If it’s too gaudy, Adrien won’t be interested. If it’s too plain, he won’t remember you.

“And speaking of remembering, tonight you will have a chance to make a first impression. When you first get out of the limo, your look is what matters. When you walk up to Adrien though, you will be expected to have a minute conversation with him. Do something or say something to make him remember you. All of these need to be approved by Victoria,” He pointed to a lady with a clipboard who was standing by the door in the back. All of the girls were so still and quiet, you could have heard a pen drop.

“He is not going to remember your name and want to keep you around if you don’t do something to catch his attention. You will have another chance to catch his attention during the cocktail party, so you can plan something a little more elaborate for then. During the cocktail party, however, it is your responsibility to find time with Adrien. Please keep everything you do appropriate and if you need anything not available in this building, let one of us know and we’ll make it happen for tonight.”

“The first group will be called in 15 minutes,” Victoria called out before walking out the door.

It took about a minute before the girls began chatting with everyone around them. They were all brainstorming on different ways they could make a good first impression. A girl a couple rows in front of her was explaining that she thought she could do a couple of backflips once out of the limo, she would just need to practice doing them in heels. Marinette thought that was a super cool idea and moved onto the next conversation. Everyone seemed to have an idea, no matter how out there it seemed.

“Tikki, what do you think—”

Before she could finish her sentence, the girl sitting directly next to Marinette, who was taller than Marinette by about 5 inches, had long blonde hair and a sweet smile, turned to her and caught her arm, preventing Marinette from conversing with Tikki.

“Hi! It’s so nice to meet you! My name is Hanna and I’m from Camembert, France, you know like the cheese? My family are farmers and I am so excited to be here in the city. What’s your name? Where are you from? What do you think you’re going to do once you’re out of the limo?” She seemed to speak without taking a breath and Marinette mentally thanked Alya for her ability to understand what she had said.

“Umm, hi! My name is Marinette, I’m from Paris and I don’t know just yet.” She tried not to sound too distraught about not knowing what to do, but her nervous jitters were getting the best of her.

Hanna began to ramble about all of the amazing things she’s seen of Paris and how excited she was to meet Adrien and nervous of making a good impression, and on and on. Marinette smiled at her speaking with such excitement about being able to drive past a real shopping mall.

This girl, Hanna, seemed so innocent and cheerful and friendly and Marinette wondered how in the world she was going to fair in the competition. Especially with girls like Lila to manipulate her. In that moment, Marinette decided to befriend her and hopefully keep her out of harm’s way. Marinette stole a glance at Tikki, who gave her an approving nod and a smile.

Hanna was currently stressing about what she was going to do tonight when Marinette interrupted her. “Hey, I’m sure everything is going to be okay! Let’s brainstorm ideas together. What do you enjoy doing? Anything we can use to make you pop?”

Hanna talked for about 5 more minutes about all of the different things she could do, each idea worse than the last. Eventually, Marinette picked out that Hanna enjoyed singing karaoke with her family after dinner. When Marinette gently suggested that she bring a karaoke machine and sing a little to Adrien right out of the limo, Hanna jumped on the idea. She gathered Marinette in a bone-crushing hug and thanked her profusely. After letting go, she brought the idea up to Victoria, and was quickly scanning through a provided list of songs and deciding how romantic the song she sang needed to be when the first group was called.

“Attention ladies. I need Alice, Celeste, Jeanne, Juliette, and Hanna for hair and make-up.”

Hanna squealed and dropped her list on the ground out of excitement. Marinette quickly picked it up and passed it to her, accepting another hug from Hanna and promising to find her later today before the filming started.

After she was off and Marinette was alone, she began brainstorming for herself. She had plenty of ideas of what she could do, each more insane than the last. At first, she thought of doing yo-yo tricks, or showing up in a red and black dress, or starting with some insane Ladybug-style tricks, but Tikki decided it was too obvious and that it wouldn’t be fair for the other girls if Adrien found out tonight, right off the bat. Thankfully Tikki had vetoed the idea, because she heard of another contestant who was doing that same thing. Apparently, it had gotten out that Adrien was a fan of Ladybug, so everyone from France (there were a couple of Swedish girls, one from Belgium, and of course, the Italian model, Lila) jumped at the opportunity to impress him using the super-heroine as a starting point.

Soon, she was out of ideas and Marinette needed an idea that would make her stand out. She was trying not to be bitter about coming up with no ideas. She had an advantage over the others, and yet she couldn’t think of anything that would be good enough for her to do. What did she know that her Kitty loved that could blow him out of the water without fully giving away her identity?

She was feeling helpless and stupid and annoyed when she overheard a conversation from some other contestants, one of whom was also having trouble coming up with something creative.

“Just use your personality! If everyone else is doing something crazy as soon as they see him, be the one normal girl he talks to.”

Marinette jerked her head up. Personality. She knew all about Adrien’s personality, or really, the personality he displayed as Chat. He claimed that Chat was his true personality, not the stuffy one his father made him have in his presence. Suddenly, she was so overcome with an idea, she was surprised it took her so long to think of it. It was brilliant and memorable and exactly something that her Kitty would love to hear tonight. A deep smile spread across her face as she ran to line up in front of Victoria, who was getting ready to call the next group. She wasn’t exactly going to be her normal, Ladybug self, but she was going to knock Adrien off of his feet.

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Forty-five minutes later and Marinette’s group, the last one, was being called. She was rushed to a stylist chair where people began to swarm around her, grabbing her hair or moving her face in different directions. By the time they stepped away, Marinette almost didn’t recognize herself in the mirror. Her hair was loose and styled with soft curls with an intricate braid that hid her bangs. Her make-up was well-done and highlighted all of the important features.

She was then moved to a changing room that she shared with the other girls in her style group. Once she found the dress rack with her name on it, she began flipping through, looking for the perfect color and style dress. She finally found one that wouldn’t bring attention to her small chest but would make her curves stand out. And it was the exact color of her eyes, which would make them pop.

Soon she was sitting at a table with all of the other girls, who looked just as beautiful as she did, and chattering with Hanna about tonight. Once all of Marinette’s group sat down, they were called to attention and given the piece of paper for them to sign stating that they had heard and agree to follow the rules of the House. They also had to put when they were expecting their next period, which startled Marinette. Thankfully, she wasn’t the only one, but she did as she was asked.

They were then given the opportunity to eat and after about 30 minutes, Victoria was calling the girls and putting them in the order that they would appear before Adrien. They would ride to the mansion in groups, then wait their turns as the limo brought each girl individually to see Adrien. The girls who had non-limo entrances (one girl was riding in on a horse) would be instructed when it would be their turn to walk (or ride) in. Otherwise, the limo drivers were in charge of the timing.

Marinette, who was stationed towards the middle, right behind Hanna and in front of a girl named Lucie, was excited and yet nervous. Tikki had to hide in her bra since no bags were allowed in the mansion the first day. Although it was kind of awkward for both of them, Marinette was happy to have Tikki so close, as it would be easier to talk to her as the night went along. And she had a feeling they would have lots to talk about.

Soon the first set of girls were being put in their limo and driven to the mansion. In about an hour, Marinette would be face-to-face with the man of her dreams.

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Adrien suddenly couldn’t breath and his hands were all sweaty as his limo was driven to the mansion where the girls he was going to date would be living. Mini-Natalie was in the car with him and was instructing him what would happen as they drove up.

“You will get out of the car and will be recorded. So please be aware of what you say and how you react. Chris will meet you and will chat with you about tonight, and then the first girl will appear. Chris will tell you when. Follow his lead, he knows what he is doing.”

Chris Harrison was the host for the American version and Adrien had met him a couple of times. He seemed like a nice guy, but it was weird that all this man did for a living was watch people date each other and make occasional comments. They had Alec, the normal reality show host for most of Paris’s entertainment, shadowing him, but they wanted the first season to have an experienced host so it was more of a smooth time filming. Adrien was just grateful to have someone who understood the show well enough to help guide him through this rollercoaster.

The limo pulled to a stop and Mini-Natalie, shooed him out. He stepped out and was greeted by really bright lights in front of this gorgeous mansion. It had to be at least 3 floors and had a jaw-dropping look to it. No wonder they picked this to be the location for the show.

“Evening Adrien,” Chris greeted him at the place where the concrete turned from driveway to sidewalk. Adrien could see a camera filming him as he walked to shake Chris’ hand. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m a little excited and nervous,” Adrien responded.

“That’s completely normal. Tonight’s going to be a lot. You’re going to meet a lot of girls. Do you believe you’ll be able to find the one through this journey?”

“Honestly Chris I do. I’m excited to see what tonight brings and hopefully I can make a good first impression.”

Chris laughed at that, “I believe that’s what the girls will be hoping too.” He stuck his hand out for another handshake and Adrien took it as Chris said, “Good luck tonight, the first limo is coming around the corner.”

“Thank you.” Adrien looked toward the end of the driveway and did indeed see a limo poking out.

The cameras were switched off and Mini-Natalie, who had exited the limo after the cameras had followed Adrien, began positioning him on the sidewalk. Once he was set and Mini-Natalie walked away to make sure he looked good in the cameras, Adrien took a moment to be excited. He was going to meet his lady tonight, even if he didn’t know which one she was going to be.

Once it had been decided that Adrien looked good, they motioned the first limo to approach the house. Plagg, who had been asleep in Adrien’s pocket, woke up from his nap, claiming that he didn’t want to miss anything that the girls did or said tonight. Adrien rolled his eyes at that.

“Well if you’re going to be awake then know, no comments, no matter what the girls say or do, you don’t get to say a word. We’ll have time for your commentary later,” At that, Plagg opened his mouth to protest, but was cut-off when the first limo came to a stop in front of the house and the door clicked open.

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For as long as H.P. Lovecraft’s work has been appreciated by members of all those minorities he made no secret of despising, people have been thinking of ways to twist and subvert his creations and premises so as to refute his bigoted beliefs. And I think I’ve got mine. I may be playing with fire here, but I’ve spent too much time and mental energy mulling over this not to want to know what others will think of it.

I want you to picture a young man named Robert Olmstead, somewhere between his mid-20s and early 30s. He is a fairly average sort of man, perhaps leaning slightly towards the dreamy and artistic over the athletic. He might lean quite a bit harder if he hadn’t, for all his life, loved the water with a fierce and burning passion. As a small child, he used to fuss when his mother tried to take him out of the bath. One of his earliest vivid memories is of when he was six years old and his family, who lived in Tennessee, took their first vacation to the ocean in his lifetime. The journey had been long, the hotel room had been too hot, he had slept poorly, and by the time he and his parents had piled back into the car for the final leg of the trip to this “beach” thing he had been bound and determined not to enjoy it. But then they arrived. And he stepped out of the car. And he smelled something unlike anything he’d ever smelled before, and the smell seemed to call him forward, and he zipped ahead of his parents, heedless of his mother’s pleas to put on sunscreen, and he ran and he ran towards the smell and suddenly there it was, an endless endless expanse of beautiful, perfect water, the most amazing thing he’d ever seen, and he near to wept for joy and he needed to be in it, and he ran so fast his legs slipped out from under him twice but he just got up and kept running and finally, finally he was in it and it was the most beautiful feeling he’d ever felt in his life. It was six and a half hours before his parents could convince him to come out. And ever since then he has known that if he ever felt sad, or angry, or stressed, or lonely, or just a little empty inside, getting himself into water was what helped. Even a bath was something, although space to swim was better, and a natural body of water was also better. So a swimming pool and a creek were about the same, both better than a bath, and a good-sized pond or stream was better than that, a real lake or river better still. But nothing was ever quite as good as the ocean, when he could get to it.

He grows up, and becomes a writer, or a painter, or an architect, or something else that allows him to work from home and take most of his work with him if he moves. (That’s for plot reasons. You’ll see.) And one summer, he decides to take a month to do some traveling around the Northeastern coast. He’s on his way to what was going to be his second stop, when he’s hit with sudden car trouble. He nurses it to the nearest mechanic shop, in a little spit of a Massachusetts fishing town called Innsmouth. The good news, they know what the problem is, and it should be a fairly easy and affordable fix. The bad news, they just ran out of a vital part they need to replace. They’ve already sent off to their supplier for a fresh shipment, but being as out in the boonies as they are, it’ll be two weeks until said shipment gets there. Well, he won’t get to travel as much as he wanted on this holiday, but at least it’s happening towards the beginning rather than towards the end, eh? So, which way to the local Inn? Er...there isn’t one. Well...where is he supposed to stay? Especially with his now-limited mobility on account of his car just broke down? Not to fret, there’s an old lady in town, one Hannah Marsh, who has a big empty house with plenty of bedrooms to spare. They’re sure she’ll let him stay with her, it’s just up that road, then you make a left at the little ice-cream shop…

He arrives, knocks, explains his situation, and she immediately hurries him inside with assurances that of course he can stay, not to worry, and he shouldn’t fret about his car either, she knows the boys who run the mechanic shop and they’re first-rate, just the best, really if only he hadn’t had the bad luck to arrive just as they ran out of that one part he’d be back on the road by now. By time she’s finished imparting all of this, he finds that he’s sitting at her kitchen table with a fried fish sandwich and a glass of milk in front of him. He brings up the subject of the fee for two weeks room and she is shocked, shocked, that he would even suggest such a thing; “What does it cost me to let you sleep in my house, that I should turn around and charge you?” “But I’ll need to shower. What about the increased water bill?” “I’m on a fixed rate, it doesn’t matter how much I use, look at it one way you’ll be helping me get my money’s worth.” “Well if you intend to go on feeding me you might at least let me compensate you for the extra food.” “Hmm. Well, there are a few little home projects I’ve been meaning to get to, but keep putting off. Help me out with those, and we’ll call it square.”

So, after an afternoon spent settling into his room and helping her organize some boxes in the attic and a dinner of a lovely fish-and-potato casserole, Robert settles in for his first night in Innsmouth. In the middle of the night, he hears some movement in the house, and then the front door open and close. The next morning, he asks whether there was some kind of commotion that he had been negligent in not getting up for. “Oh, I just like to take a walk of a night to clear my head, nothing at all to worry about.”

And so, roughly, the next twelve days go. Robert helps Hannah with her little projects around the house, and when they’re not doing that, he often finds himself accompanying her in her daily goings-about. He stares longingly at the ocean once or twice, but it seems that he really likes this brisk little friendly yet bitingly witty old woman, and just keeps following her around. But as the days pass, the strangest feeling keeps creeping up on him, getting stronger each time it does. He’ll be walking through town, or get drawn into a chat with the greengrocer, stand by and listen while Hannah haggles over the price of a pound of fish, and all the while he’s noticing little differences, little things that the people in this town do that he’s never seen anywhere else, little differences in culture and an unfamiliar tilt to the architecture and what sound like religious oaths that he doesn’t recognize, but it feels...right. Feels good. Feels natural. Feels like home. Which is odd, because he’s certain he’s never been here before, and he certainly didn’t grow up in a town like this (Tennessee, remember?), so why does it seem that with every second he spends in this town, the rightness just keeps growing?

On the fourth day he wakes up to find a note from Hannah saying that she’ll be away most of the day, and so of course he shouldn’t be expected to do any of the projects on his own. First, he thinks he’ll take the opportunity to do some swimming, but as he’s walking down the shore he’s stopped by a local who hastily explains that unfortunately the ocean along the town can’t be swum in because...it will scare away the fishes. Yes, that’s it, so sorry to disappoint you, but with fishing being so vital to the local economy you can imagine how important it is to keep the fishes in the water, right? Right? Good, good.

Well, with that stymied, Robert gets another idea; Hannah’s been such a lovely hostess, and sure he’s been helping her around the house, but he’d like to do something else to show his appreciation. Why doesn’t he make dinner tonight? So he spends the day going around to the various little markets, picking up all the ingredients he’ll need (all the while shadowed by that same inexplicable yet undeniable feeling of rightness and belonging), then takes it all back to Hannah’s house and starts cooking. As he chops and measures and stirs and tastes, he finds himself half-singing half-humming an old song he remembers his grandfather used to sing. And at 6:30 in the evening, Hannah comes home to a pot of fish stew on the table. As she smells the product and takes her first bite, one could almost suspect that a startle passes over her, but there’s nary a tremor in her voice when she asks him where he got the recipe from. “Oh, it’s an old family one.” he replies. “Goes at least as far back as my mother’s father’s mother, if I remember correctly.” “Oh indeed? Well, it’s quite lovely.”

On the evening before the sixth day, Hannah tells Robert that she’ll be gone tomorrow until probably about 1:30-2:00 in the afternoon; she’s going to a religious service. Some inner drive Robert can’t explain compels him to ask if he can come along. Hannah hesitates, then says yes, but warns him that things might look strange, and cautions him against hasty judgment. The next morning he wakes up on the early side, dresses in the best outfit he brought with him, and follows her to a building near the center of town that looks even more unusual than most of the buildings. Inside, it seems that virtually the whole of the town has gathered. They take their seats (not really any sort of pew setup, just a whole bunch of chairs willy-nilly around the large main room) and at first Robert starts to maybe regret tagging along to the services of what appears to be a completely unfamiliar faith. It’s mostly a lot of singing and chanting in a language he doesn’t recognize, but there is a little talking in English too, and from what he can gather there’s a god of some kind called Dagon who, if he’s anywhere in particular, is probably at the bottom of the ocean, and something about a pact, and remembering the balance between lives. As said, at first it’s awkward for him, being the only person in the room who doesn’t understand what’s going on, but as the service continues that right feeling comes on him again, and he starts to find the atmosphere comforting, even if he isn’t sure of most of what’s being said.

After the service itself there’s a kind of reception/town gathering/informal lunch, and this is where that feeling really kicks into high gear. The food is hitting something in his soul that he hadn’t known he had, there’s strange yet hauntingly familiar music playing in one corner of the room, people are dancing, people are talking, people are laughing, and he nearly falls to his knees, buffeted by waves of right and yes and HomeHomeHome and You belong here, Robert Olmstead. But, he thinks, how can he feel that he belongs here? He knows he’s never been here, so much of this is new to him, yet it calls out to his soul. He wants, he wants...but how dare he, he suddenly realizes. Who is he, to waltz in here and start trying to insert himself? Trying to fit in, trying to be a part of this? No, no, this isn’t right. He has to stop this before he becomes no better than a common thief. And in a panic he runs out of the room and out of the building and then he does fall to his knees, on the ground outside, gasping for breath and trying desperately to calm his spinning head.

Hannah, who had noticed him starting to look a bit uncomfortable and certainly noticed him rush out, follows him outside and asks, a little sadly, if he’s alright. Oh yes, he responds, yes he’s perfectly fine, he just needed some air, that’s all. So nothing he heard...disturbed him, she asks? What? Oh no, no, not at all! He replies hastily. No, he’s just...not good with crowds sometimes. Please, she shouldn’t let him keep her. She looks a little dubious, but nods and goes back inside, leaving him sitting on the ground, hugging his knees to his chest and wishing he could go swimming. Maybe that would settle his troubled soul.

That night, not only does he hear the usual sounds of Hannah leaving the house, he’d swear he hears the sound of some large group, coming from the direction of the sea.

The next few days are a little awkward. On the surface, nothing’s changed—helping Hannah around the house and tagging along with her if she has to go somewhere, chatting all the while, but now the talk seems the littlest bit strained, and he keeps catching her stealing sad, slightly worried glances at him, and of course there’s the fact that now he’s trying to actively hold himself back from feeling too much at home. But by the ninth day, things have settled back down a little (partially because, if he’s being honest, his attempts to not feel comfortable here weren’t working very well, and he’s started slacking off on them.)

But with that slacking off on trying to hold back comes the return of those feelings of guilt for how happy he is being here. And as the happiness builds, so does the guilt, and he spends most of his time wrestling back and forth in his head, scolding himself for his presumptuousness, pleading with his superego to be allowed to just enjoy it while he can, shaking his head in disgust at his interest, which is obviously just a result of encountering something new and exotic, and couldn’t possibly be justified...right? Right, he mustn’t go on like this, after all no one likes a grabby tourist. He doesn’t really belong here (but what if he could…) All this passive enjoyment is very wrong of him (but it feels so right…) Anyway, in just a few more days he’ll be leaving (he doesn’t want to…) and then this foolishness will subside (but what if…) No!

This mental battle stresses him so much that, on the twelfth night, he can’t even get to sleep, and so decides to take a walk along the shore in the hope of clearing his head. As he comes down to the beach he once again begins to hear the sounds of a crowd. He worries that going down to join whatever’s happening would be counter-intuitive to his goal of not inserting himself into this place, but he can’t quite dismiss his curiosity, so he slowly inches closer until he finds a bush he can hide behind (and yes, he does feel a little silly) and peek out around to see what’s going on...and it floors him.

Perhaps it shouldn’t. It’s just a large group of people, swimming and frolicking in the water and hanging out on the beach. But the thing about these people is...they’re Fish People. Bipedal, but with big eyes and scaly bodies and fins coming off, come on, we’ve all seen movies. And maybe it should be terrifying, but as I said, they’re not doing anything...menacing or evil. They’re just hanging out. But as he looks closer at them...he doesn’t quite know how, but he can recognize some of them. There, that’s the greengrocer. And he thinks that one is one of the men who own the mechanic shop. And that one over there...that’s Hannah. Oh good grief, this is where she’s been going every night! And this must be the real reason why they didn’t want him swimming. And that commotion he heard on the night of the religious service—there had been something about balancing lives, after all. That must have been the other half of the service. Realizing this all at once, he’s unable to stifle a yelp of startled understanding, and then he passes out.

The next morning, he wakes up back in his bed in Hannah’s house. He shakes his head—was last night a dream?—but when he looks down at himself he sees that he’s covered in the scratches that must have come from fainting into a bush. He dresses slowly, cautiously makes his way downstairs, and finds Hannah in the kitchen standing over the stove. “So”, she asks tensely, “Did you sleep well?” “I don’t know”, he responds after a pause, “Did I?”

She turns around to face him. “Robert”, she asks, “have we hurt you? Have we imprisoned you? Have we done anything to make you fear us, or wish us harm?”

“No”, he replies, confused, “certainly not.”

“Then...can I have your word that after you leave here, you won’t tell a soul what I’m about to tell you?”

“...Alright.”

And so the truth, or at least a sketch of the truth, comes out. Long, long, long ago, so long ago that a lot of the specific details are lost to history, an ancient civilization (no one seems to remember exactly where it was, although one supposes that it must have been coastal) started interbreeding with an aquatic race called the Deep Ones, as well as adopting their religion of worshiping the sea god Dagon. This went on long enough for the hybrids to become a race unto themselves. They can shape-shift between more human and more aquatic forms but must spend at least one hour per day in water (and generally prefer much more), and they are quite long-lived, with an average lifespan of 500 years. And then, some period of time after the hybrid race stabilized...something happened. We’re not sure what it was. We think it involved a neighboring tribe getting worried that these strange fish people were coming to kill them all. Or maybe it was just a land dispute. One of those. But anyway, the only way for the hybrid race to survive was to flee, cutting themselves off from their Deep One brothers and scattering to the four winds. Groups of them traveled here, there, everywhere, staying together in communities when they could, and even occasionally finding new communities of Deep Ones, though not very often. They’ve tried to keep their culture alive, as well as keeping themselves alive, but the general practice now is to keep their true natures secret from “normal” humans, after what happened way back when. A few times, someone or a small group of someones has tried revealing the secret, sick of hiding and convinced that peaceful coexistence should be possible, but as a rule that...hasn’t ended well. And around the turn of the 20th century, one group came to Massachusetts, and founded Innsmouth. So can he see why they didn’t want him finding out—and why she still doesn’t want him telling anyone? Yes, he can, and she has his word that he won’t.

But the next day and a half is, if anything, more awkward still. Because he had thought that finding out this outlandish truth might make his wonderful, impossible at-home feeling diminish, but it doesn’t. It doesn’t at all. And now he only feels more guilty about it—oh, he feels kinship with these people? He dared to think he might have a place here? Among these people who have had nothing but bullshit thrown at them for thousands of years, who have to keep themselves secret and hidden away, and he wants to, what, join up? Because he likes the food? Robert Jonathan Olmstead, you are a heartless, greedy moron.

And then, just after noon on the fourteenth day, one of the mechanics stops by to tell him that his car is ready. And he has no choice but to thank him, and pay, and take his car back, and pack up his things, and thank Hannah for being such a lovely hostess (“Nonsense, nonsense, thank you for being such a help.”) and get behind the wheel, and, pushing down the ache in his heart with all his might, drive away from Innsmouth. He finds he just isn’t in the vacation mood anymore, opting to just go straight home.

For the next three months, he tries to settle back into life. He tries not to think about Innsmouth, and sometimes succeeds for as much as half an hour at a time (and no, sleep is no respite. Not a single night goes by that he doesn’t dream he’s back there.) But he finds himself incorporating elements of what he saw in Innsmouth into his own work, and has to hastily remove it. And he finds life increasingly...empty, which drives him into whatever water he can get to more and more often. And his eyes are starting to get dry more easily.

And then a local newspaper challenges its readers to trace their family history and find something interesting to write about, and what the hey, he could use a distraction. So he digs out all the family records he can find. It’s mostly pretty boring stuff, with everybody concentrated in the Chattanooga area for several generations back, except for his mother’s paternal grandfather. Who married a girl who seemed to bring none of her relatives with her into the family, but said she came from a small fishing town in Massachusetts. One Hannah Marsh.

Head spinning, he piles into his car first chance he can get and drives straight back to Innsmouth, barely stopping until he’s right outside Hannah’s house, and practically racing up her front step to breathlessly knock on her door. She seems pleased to see him, but surprised, had he forgotten something when he left and only just noticed it now?

“No, I...look, can I come in?”

“Alright.”

And so they sit down on the couch in her front parlor.

“Hannah, I...” even if there was a tactful way to say this, he’s too keyed-up to find it, “I’m your great-grandson.”

“Yes.”

“So you knew? The whole time I was with you?”

“No. Only after you made my soup.”

“And you didn’t tell me?”

“At first, explaining how would have meant giving up The Secret. And by time I had to do that anyway, I...was pretty sure you wouldn’t have been happy to hear it.”

“...What?”

“Well as the days went by you started to seem so nervous whenever we were around town. And you had to rush out of the temple because you just couldn’t stand it. So I figured we’d both be better off if I didn’t burden you with the knowledge that you were connected to the freaks on the shore, no?” She’s trying not to sound to hurt, and not succeeding particularly well.

“Is...is that what you thought? Yes, I can see how it must have been. But it wasn’t.” And out it all comes as he pours into her lap the story of his tangled emotions all those two weeks, of the stirring sense of home that he had fought to push down, of how it seemed that the very air of this place had called back memories of his grandfather that he’d buried for so long; of songs and stories and little snippets that seemed to come from nowhere but now it makes sense! They came from here! And when he’s done explaining it all, and watching the strangest set of expressions cross Hannah’s face, he musters his courage and asks the questions that really drove him here. His work is portable. He doesn’t really have that many roots where he lives currently. So could he...could he come back? Move up here and try to...to be a Deep One properly? To learn how it all goes and really do it?

Hannah closes her eyes and turns her head away from him. “No.”

His heart sinks. It feels like an ice-cube has been dropped down his spine. But...he’s come too far, dangit! He has to press on. To at least try to understand “Why not?”

“Robert, do you know why I married your great-grandfather? Because I was sick of it. Not of these people, nor even really of this place, but of being stuck in this place. Of having to huddle here because the wide world won’t accept us. And though I loved your great-grandfather—no, don’t look at me like that, I did! But keeping this secret from him, artificially aging myself until, as I always knew, deep down, that I would have to, I faked my death and came back here...it was insane. And the lengths we have to go to in order to have any interaction with the outside world. The secrecy, the hiding of something so fundamental to who we are...you don’t want to be a part of this, Robert.”

But I do! He thinks, but since that track has already failed, he instead tries “I’m not sure I have a choice. Ever since I left here, I think I’ve been...changing. I’m starting to need water more and more often. A couple of times it’s almost seemed like I could breathe underwater. So can I come back?”

“No. What you’re talking about happens sometimes. I’m not the first to mix with humans, not by a long shot. The results of such unions certainly have the potential to become full Deep One hybrids, but they also have every opportunity not to. What you need to do is start spending a lot less time in water, especially submerged. Take showers instead of baths. Avoid lakes and rivers. Breathe no salten air. The burgeoning transformation will subside, in time.”

I don’t want it to! He thinks desperately, and he can’t stop the escaping “But...”

Hannah sighs, “Go home, Robert.”

“I’m trying.”

Again she closes her eyes, sucks in a breath, and turns away, but this time she says, very quietly, “Ask me again.”

“Can I come back?”

Hannah opens her eyes, and they’re shining. A smile breaks over her face. “Yes,” she says softly, “Yes, yes, yes.”

“R...really? Just like that? What changed your mind?”

“Nothing. I had to try to talk you out of it. I’m sorry. We can talk about it.” She’s shaking with joy and, he realizes, so is he. “But I’m so glad you’re doing this. And I’ll be there with you, every step of the way.”

He can’t help it. He throws his arms around her, and they stay that way for some time, crying a little and hugging each other.

#lovecraft #h.p. lovecraft #the shadow over innsmouth #robert olmstead #deep ones #dagon #why yes this is what i projected my own experiences onto before hitting on Newton Pulsifer #why do you ask?

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