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sleepy-fiction · 8 days ago

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at the same damn time🪂

the hanks x f!reader SMUT - 5.5 K

syn: the hanks get handsy when they're horny, and who are you to only pick one? why not fuck all five?

tags: orgy, cunnilingus, p n v, anal, voyeurism, marathon sex, barely beta read

an: this shit is fire

"Fuck," you moan.

What's the point of standing up when you've got heavy hands all over you. You're just outside the closet, groaning as Hank Number Three holds your hips, pressing his hard cock flush against your ass. Hank number One is to your left side, holding up your heavy face, trying to stay the level-headed one, despite the way his left hand slowly stroked his cock.

Hank number Four had hands all over your tits, he was the one who undressed you thus far, squeezing and playing with your nipples. Hank Number Five was right beside Four, his hand was on your right shoulder, staring you down with hazed-over, fucked out eyes. Second to Hank Number Three, he wanted to be inside you the most. You could see the devilish glare, the need to breed glimmering in his eyes.

And in the little gap between Three and One, stood Hank Number Two, staring at you with flushed cheeks, nervous hands, and concerned eyes.

"Aw, dude... So fucking rad," Three groaned out, loving your pretty chest.

"I don't think I can wait anymore," Five barked out, stepping forward, bumping Three's shoulder.

"G-guys, be easy with her. Tell us if you need us to stop, okay," Two's voice was meek, embarrassed, concerned, but lustful. He was nervous, holding back in the qualms of safety, but that look in his eyes was possessive. But still, he stayed controlled, and patient.

You nod, "Mm' okay, thank you Two. Now please l-lets just, get to bed."

"Princess has ordered," Three slyly cackles. It's him and One who help carry your jelly legs to the bed, where your hands and knees meet the plush bedding.

You stay still, still as everyone gets into place.

One sits in front of you, his gorgeously melaninated body glimmering with the smell of shea- and shining with the sight of his abs. To the right of him is Four, who is still wearing his shirt, but his pants have been long abandoned. "House homiee," Four chimes as he sits in front of you. Even when you look down, you see their very different cocks staring at you.

One's dark, skinny, and long dick that was clean and neatly shaved; then Four's massively thick, but mediumly sized tan cock, accompanied by a wild, thick, blonde happy trail. You were leaking, thighs drowning in your own slick. And when you looked up, you saw One's reassuring and encouraging glare, and Four's toothy, excited grin.

On the right side of you, the bed creaks, and you quickly turn your head to see Two, who flinches when you make eye contact with you. His eyes lower to his friend's cocks, and then to your breasts before falling back on you nervously. He's the only one fully dressed, not even with his fly undone. He is watching you, reading you, making sure you're okay still. But also with the hunger of a repressed teen. It made your pussy flutter.

A strong, sly voice boomed behind you, as you felt warm, large hands on your ass. "Look what we have here," a cock with a fat head slaps your pussy, forcing you to groan out. You glance behind you, and you see Three, biting his lips with a flush face. He mumbles, "Can I go first hot stuff? I'll rock your world if you let me..." he's sexy, the way he husks his voice, lowering a sexy gaze.

To the right of him is Five, whose eyebrows are pinched with restraint, his eyes lock onto where Three's cock meets your pussy. He's also fully naked along with Three, Four's gorgeously tan body glimmers like a Greek God's.

You nod, "Yes. G-Go ahead, Hankk."

Three smiles, it is a delighted one that breaks his playboy persona. His fat head dribbles precum all over your labia, slapping and teasing your hole. The whole room was holding their breath, each Hank breaking for the moment Three will penetrate you. And all you could stare at was the two cocks right next to you, your mouth watering on who you choose first.

Pressure hits your hole, and in one second, Three's pushing inside.

"Woooaah."

"Dude!"

"Fuck me..."

An entourage of whelps leave the Hanks, as you feel Three take his hands off you. Your wetness takes him in quick, leaving lewd squelching behind, as you warm up his already piping hot dick. The space where you meet felt so full, so hot, so delicious, especially with how fat his cockhead was.

You shout in ecstasy, "H-Hank!"

They all cry in unison, "Yes?"

You groan out, "F-fuck me!"

That's all it takes for Three to get into overdrive, "Oh yeah, baby!" He starts thrusting in at a quick and hard pace, slamming into your body, milking out every erotic sound your pussy could think of. Your hungry mouth picked its choice, as your hand grabs One's base.

"Ff-- One, o-on your knees," you manage out. Still, both One and Four get on their knees. With One directly in line with your mouth, and Four more to the side of One, holding his friend's shoulders in anticipation.

"Dudeee," Four bark in encouragement.

"M-Me, really? T-Thanks darling," One gulps.

It's all feedback, as your lust takes over. You sink onto One's cock, trying your best to love him with your mouth under Three's bullying thrusts. Your sucks are interrupted by your own fierce moans, your suction sloppy, but the look on One's face is priceless. He looks like he's gonna blow any minute now. Blow so early.

Your eyes flicker to Four, as you grab his thick cock with one hand. "Damn! Duuudee," Four holds his head. You're too fucked out to do anything with his cock, so Four tightens his hand around yours, then fucks into your hand for you. "Hehe, you're too cute, panda," Four giggles out like a fanboy.

In an out-of-character fashion, you hear Five growls out, "C'mon take that shit." His hand raises and cracks on your ass, forcing you to choke on One.

"Hank Number Five," The Hanks exclaim in shock.

"G-Guys! What the hell! Be careful with her," Two is stammering, and his voice is heavy, painful, and thick.

Truth be told, you almost forgot he was back there, cold, waiting, watching over you.

You grip Three's cock at Two's works, forcing the redhead to moan out. "Princess likes you, Two," Three chuckles.

Two gulps, "R-Really?"

Five husks out, "She just gripped Hank when you spoke."

"A-Ah, cause of me?" Two gasps.

You hear One groan out, "Fuck I might b-bloww!"

"We know," The Hanks chant in unison.

"Why don't I kick this baby into high gear," Three mumble.

One slips out of your mouth as if to stop his orgasm prematurely. You try to turn to take Four in, but Three starts hammering you. Your face hits One's hip, and your hands fly forward in support. You need something to cling to, to grip, as each heavy, intense thrust breaks your mind.

"C-C'mere--" you shout out, and both One and Four flop onto their knees. Four grabs you, scooting in close, resting your head on his shoulder, as your hands grip and claw at his shirt.

"You okay, compadre," One asks, peeking over Four's shoulder, his hand petting your head.

Four chimes in, "He's getting radical, dude!"

You nod excitedly, sweat sticking your hair to your head.

"My-- hot cakes! Look b-behind you," Three grunts out.

You gaze over your shoulder to see Three. Both of his hands are behind his mop of red-haired, and his eyes are potent with bewitching lust, as he performs his horribly good thrusts. "I can do it with no hands baby," Three laughs.

"Fuccck! Haank," You're losing your mind.

Quickly, his eyes shot behind his lashes. "Oh-- ff, I'm gonna cum," Three gargles out.

The Hanks shout in unison, "We know!"

With one last mighty thrust, Three sprays your walls, burying balls deep into you. If he didn't object, you'd have to worry about pregnancy. Either way, you're happy you can have the fantasy now with them without the repercussions.

Five, once again, too wild for his own good, cracks your ass again, "Drink it up... That's it..."

"Good g-girl... So good f'me," Three says as he slides out.

Five is greedily beginning to take your ass when you suddenly call out. "W-Wait, hold on guys."

They all pause, looking at you, waiting for your instruction.

You flip onto your back, your head hitting Four's chest.

"What is it, panda," Four chimes.

You spread your legs, it's seductive, the way everyone (almost everyone) can see Three's cum spill out of your ass. You turn to Two, who squeaks, his face hot red. "C'mere, Two... Come take me," you smile kindly.

Two gulps, but he doesn't hold back anymore. Three and Five climbs out of the way, making room for Two as he sits between your legs, leaning down to gratefully kiss you. Tongues were exchanged before he patted with a hearty smack.

Two's gone mad, he stammers, "T-Thank you I-- I just I... I'm gonna eat it!"

All the Hanks shout in unison, "Radical!"

Two gets on his hands and knees, he's fervent like a dog, grabbing your thighs and sucking all of Three's cum out of your body. The sound is strong, and his suction game is strong.

"Dude... No way," you head Three gasps. Your eyes flicker over to him, and he is standing next to the bed, on the left side of Two. When he catches you staring, he throws a wink and a cute smile your way.

You giggle between a moan, as you glance over to Five. He's staring still at your pussy, as if entranced by your ass. His cock is a bright red, visibly throbbing, his cock was so hard that his head curved to kiss his stomach. Poor thing. You almost felt bad for him.

One brushes Hair out of your face with his hand, giving you a clear view of Two as you look down at him.

Two finishes sucking out every last drop, answer immediately gets started with a fat stripe. He licks and parts up your labia, determined to drink you up before you even fall, and then he takes your clit. The whole time you can hear how heavy his breath is, how he pants like a hungry dog. And once he latches onto your clit, there was no going back.

"Fu-- Ooh-- Mmn," you couldn't find anything to say as you threw your head back, ecstasy sparking from your clit and to your brain. You felt electric all over, bucking and squirming, drowning in Two's skillfulness.

"Gonnammff make youff, cum, dearestff," Two moans out. Your hands shoot and grab locks of his black hair, bucking, riding his mouth so disrespectfully. But with the way he was taking it, it fueled his ego.

"Dude.... I'm so hard," Four groans out above you. "We've never seen you so passionate, Two," he says.

"This is too hot, Hank," One mumbles out.

Three laughs, singing a song you haven't heard of, "I'm talking about inn it!"

"She looks so good," Five moans out, but you're not sure if he's talking about you or your pussy.

"I'm gonna- cum," Two shout against your labia.

The Hanks laugh at first, then in sync, they sing, "Wee know brochacho!!"

Two slide thick fingers into your wet pussy, thrusting along with every feisty tongue flick. It's enough to send you over the edge as you throw your head harshly back against Four, Your orgasm flushing over you hitting like a crate. Three and Five each grab your thighs, holding them apart so you don't crush Two in your essay. Two flips his head up from your pussy, his nose and chin wet with slick. He gasps excitedly, "You c-came first! Yess-- oh god," he isn't able to finish though, as he soaks his suit with his cum.

One pats your head, whispering sweetly so that only you could hear it, "You're doing so well... you're so pretty... so good... keep going... take us all." Fire erupts your loins. You'll take this challenge.

There is chatter around you, but you can barely focus on it. When you finally come to, you see the sight unfolding between your legs.

It's Five, getting between you with a dangerous look, as Two sits next to him, and Three keeps his position standing next to the bed. They are both scolding Five, Five drowns them out, just like you are. He narrows in close to you, looming over your body, slowing down time- speaking just to you. "I'm gonna breed you... I'm going to fuck you," he says as if no one else had already. "I'm gonna take my time, and no one else is gonna be able to touch you."

"Dude!"

"Five! What's going on with you!"

"No fair!"

The Hanks shout.

Five disregard them with a humored laugh. But he looks dead into your eyes again, laying his hand on your waist. "Will you let me, princess," Five doesn't break eye contact with you.

"Yess, as you wish, Hank," you moan out.

"That's my sweet girl," Five smiles. He is so pretty it enchants you. Five steals your lips, running an electric hand up and down your body. His kiss is passionate, and it's like now that he has you, he finally calms down. He parts your lips, wiping the string of saliva that connects you.

He grabs you by your waist, adjusting your, laying your head back against Four's shoulder, grabbing your hips, pushing his hips flush against you. Then, he grabs your legs, tossing them both together over his left shoulder. His left arm holds them together. You're folded like a sandwich between Four and Five, your eyes flicking to them both.

"Caaar-fulll," Two chimes, still crawling up close to see the magic happen. His hand is out, reaching for your leg.

"Don't touch, Two," Four mumbles. You glance at his face, as best as you can, watching the bright-eyed gleam in his eyes. He gulps as if he's watching something holy behold. And with the way the other Hanks are dead quiet, they feel the same. "I want Five to dom-min-nate," Four pops every word out in a sing-song chant. "It's gonna get wicked! I'm soo hard right now, panda." He rushes the last sentence out under his breath.

Your arm slides up, wrapping loosely around Four's neck and head for stability. "You'll get your turn soon, Four," you whisper under your breath, only for him to see. He groans happily in your ear.

Five steals your attention when his long cock, far longer than One's begins to kiss your hole. There's no resistance as it slips in, and adverse to Two's fingers or Three's fat head, he shoots deep and far within you, hitting you in your womb, his head far in your belly. Intact, his tip meets your cervix perfectly. Perfect, as his cock pops out of your tummy, leaving a sexy bump.

"No way!" Four shouts, and he practically mars your eardrum.

"I wanna see," Two whines as he picks over Five's shoulder. "Gnarly," he swallows thickly. When you look over, Three's walked over too, looming over Five's left shoulder with widened eyes.

Damn! Everyone was watching!

Five begins to thrust, hitting your cervix almost every time. You jerk at the foreign feeling as if there was a wall within u getting reached. Every thrust had the wall shaking, the softness of his head cushioned the impact, making waves of electricity spark out in your body. And Five wasn't playing fair either. He thrusts all the way in briskly but sold out deathly slow.

Your eyes rolled back every time he pulled his way out, playing with your stretched-out hymen, watching you light up when he plunged right in. Your pussy loved it, how it sang out, how everyone went quiet to watch and to hear you. He was so deep you could feel him in your tummy, moving everything around, causing butterflies to build.

And oh were you loud.

"Brooo Five- C'mon Five don't milk your turn. I'm leakin' over here," Four exclaims, grabbing his hair in anticipation.

"Yeah, man you're taking too long," Three steps in. Three reaches over, his fingers pinch Five's left nippled. Five gasps sharply, thrust jaggedly within you on accident. "Never said we couldn't touch you, amigo," he grins seductively.

Two rushes over, his fingers stealing, and teasing Five's right nipple.

"We know this makes you haywire," Two whispers.

They both twist and pull at him out of sync, one precise when the other's soft, one rubbing when the other pulls and flicks. Five's face gets hot, his grip on you weakening. "Sorry- gang," Five manages out from deep pants.

"Well? What are you waiting for," Four shouted enthusiastically.

"Pound that pussy," they all holler in unison.

"N-No way," you manage out.

They all dart eyes at you. "Want us to stop," they ask.

You shout, "Don't!"

With your okay, Five picks up tremendous speed, he's not as fast as Three, but he makes quick work of you. The main difference is how he finds your cervix every damn thrust, how he folds you forward a little, your thighs putting pressure all on your bladder. Your toes squeeze, you hold back the urge to squirt, and it's all way too hard with how the Hanks began to chant.

"Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum," They chant. It affects Five greatly, getting sloppy, his eyes are behind his head, and his chest twitching for more nipple play.

And in one strained mewl, "I'm cuuming," he slams against your cervix one final time, grinding down deep into your ass as he splatters straight into your womb. The sensation is heavenly, your legs shake, a shiver curling down your back.

"Nice homie! Wicked," The Hanks shout.

You're light-headed, even as the orgasm fades, even as your legs are laid back down. Two notices, crawling right over. "Wanna take a break? Eat some lunch, water--?"

"Yes-- please," you swallow thickly.

Lunch was over. And there was a standoff happening between Hank number One, and Hank number Four.

You were seated by the pillows on your bed, arms folded, legs crossed a stern and serious look on your face to heighten the occasion.

"I knew it would come to this, number Four," One puffs out his chest.

Both the boys are sitting crisscross on the bed in front of you, holding out their hands for the greatest challenge of all time.

Rock-Paper-Scissors.

In the back were the other Hanks, Five was sitting on your dresser next to the bed, shirtless. Meanwhile, Two and Three stood in the back, at the foot of your bed. They were stern, serious, ready.

"I'm totally gonna win bro," One chimes.

"Hehe yeah... I'm not good at this game," Four giggles. "But that's okay, I'm cool with waiting."

One is touched, his eyes growing teary, "Really bro?"

"Of course dude!"

"I would feel the same if I lost man. I j-just-- I love you guys," One gasps.

"We love you too," you all shout back at him.

"Now! Let the games begin, boys," You command.

One immediately narrows his eyes, readying up his power fists. Four gulps, biting his lips nervously. "Bro-- I-- I think I might pick rock-- I'm gonna pick rock," Four shouts prematurely.

"Dude! I don't think you're supposed to say that," One creaks nervously.

"Oh-- shit! Uhh uh," Four stammers.

One says, "Let's just start okay? Rock-Paper-"

"Scissors-- Sh--"

Time seems to slow down for one, as he stares at the hands laid out. Four was not going to pick rock, he announced it already. So. That only left Paper or scissors. Four must be going for paper!

With his decision made, "Shoot!" One slams down Scissors.

"Ooohhh," The Hanks shout.

He opens his eyes to find.

Hank number Four had chosen.

Rock.

One grabs chunks of his locs, "What!"

"I panicked I got nervous," Four grabs his mop of curly blond hair.

Three laughs, gripping One's shoulders, "You lost bro!"

Five giggles from the dresser, slapping his thigh comically.

"Eeh it's alright One, The last is always the best," Two giggles.

Four suddenly gasps, you can see the gears turning in his head, "Oh wait-- I won? Haha! Panda, I won! Wait... Is this turn out okay with you cause... Cause... I've got this secret fetish and uh..."

You all shout, "Spill!"

"Well," Four pauses, turning to you at the head of the bed, crawling close. "Well, I uh... I've always wanted to do anal..." he shyly scratches the back of his head.

"Anal-?!"

"Bro you've never told us," Two gasps.

Five shakes his head, "Was this because of that dream we had a few months ago?"

"Hehe yeah. In the one where Three was doing anal with panda bear," Four shyly giggles.

"You guys had a dream like that," you swallow thickly.

Three laughs, "Yeah... It was good, baby."

You bite your lip, looking away in thought. You speak, "Well. I've never done anal before..."

"Don't worry, We'll put in the proper care and safety to ensure this will be a good experience for you," One beams.

Two nods, "Safety first!"

"Alright. Hankie... You're getting your wish," you smile.

"Shreddin'," Four beams.

You were so anxious, laying on your back, spread wide in the middle of the bed. You all had just finished prep, and the Hanks split off the bed to give you space. It was only Four, Two, and Three who stayed close, each trying to keep an eye on things. Four was naked, finally, his tan skin gorgeous under the evening light, his bouncy curls to die for. He had a condom over his thick, fat dick, and lube in his hand.

To the right of you, next to your head was Two, who gave you a proud thumbs up. "I'll be here if you get scared-- or if it hurts, just let me know," he smiles, his cute obsidian eyes stealing you away.

"You got this, sonr sweat it," Five calls to you.

"Thanks, guys," you swallow thickly.

Four looms over your body, flashing you that toothy smile. "I'm gonna be slow, panda-baby," he whispers. His lips pepper your cheek and forehead before he steals your lips. The kiss is sweet and gentle, it's you who adds spice as you slip your tongue in, licking up the gap in his teeth.

"Sshit, radical," he pulls out the kiss, his lips finding your sweet nipples.

You won't believe it.

You finished pleasuring three Hanks. Now, you're on your fourth.

The day is still young.

You've got one more left.

What's worst, you're still deathly horny.

These boys were corrupting you.

He plays with your breasts, flickering your nipples, sucking sweetly on them. Then part to do a trail of kisses down your tummy. He leans up, and his cock hits your fully prepped ass. You grab his hair, "Whooa--" Yanking him by his golden curls to your mouth.

He hums delightfully, kissing you sweetly as his head presses against your entrance. He slips in by little, the feeling is completely foreign. His thickness seems to pressure your vaginal walls, the wall between your vagina and ass is thin, thunder enough for the pressure to subtly stimulate your vagina. You gasp sharply.

Panick interrupts the room, "What is it homie," they holler.

Four stammers, "Need me to stop?"

You blink, "N--nouh... Its nothing... S-Safe word is uhh... Feather."

They chant, "Okay!"

Four seems so hesitant to continue, but you pull his lips back down to yours, reassuring him. He takes you nicely, pushing his fat, average-sized thickness deep into your body. Your ass sings out, squelching on mountains of lube. Once he was fully in, you could feel your vagina walls seem to kiss, laying flat against each other. The sensation is foreign, foreign enough to force a deep, thick moan out of you.

"'M thrust now, panda bear," Four mumbles.

You nod, and he starts a slow pace, enough for you to see what you're getting into without committing to it. Your head flies back, your grip on his shoulders growing deadly.

It didn't feel bad.

It felt so damn strange.

But it wasn't bad.

You needed more, more to tell if you liked it, you ran a hand down Four's chest, "M-more- hankie."

His face heats, a twitch flipping in him; he starts really thrusting in, and Hank number Four likes it hard. He fucked into you like he meant it, holding back, but the drool on his lips showed he wanted it rougher. Your holes clench one around his cock, the other around itself, and your legs wrap vice around his hips. From here, like this your pussy was getting stimulated, and you slowly began to let go of Four's shoulders, he leaned back upright, holding your hips, his face red hot, mouth agape, moans trailing out.

"Let me find-- it," Four groans. He slams into you, angling his head up words, it's sharp at first, it hurts but as he pulls out the pain melts into pleasure. Confusion struck your brain as he thrust in again, only this time, he struck your bladder, all the way from your ass.

Your back arches off the bed, your toes curling drool falling out the corners of your lips. "No-- Way! What's tha-- ooh fuck," you mewl.

"That's your g-spot, homie," Three laughs delightedly.

One gasp, "He's stimulating your g-spot from your ass."

"This is so hot," Five swallows thickly.

"G-Gnarly," Four moans out, his eyes squeezing tight, as he drops his head back slightly. His thrusts are precise, and relentless on your spot. Your vagina sparks, clit throbbing. This feeling is so nice but, it could be better-- maybe if... Maybe if one joined you.

No way, you're not ready for it.

Absent-minded lying, your fingers trail to your clit.

"I'm on it," Two and Three both shout and before you know it, the redhead and the raven that are on the palms, leaned over to lick your clit. Their heads bump, and it catches you off guard in a laugh that turns into a deep, moan.

"Hey! Me first," Three gulps.

"No way, I'm better at it," Two growls.

"Just take turns man," Five speaks.

Three winks at you, spreading your legs out wide, and burying his face where Four's abdomen hits your ass. His lips greedily flick and suck at your clit, the sensation of his beard hair drives you mad. You cry out, sparks shooting to your mind. You're going crazy. Two crawls up, his cute face beaming as he sucks on your tit, flickering and playing with your other nipple the way he handled Five.

"Homies I'm gonna cuuum," Four moans. He bites his lips intensely. "It -- suh'good... s'good!"

"We know," they cheerfully chant.

It was like the words, Three and Four locked in. Four slams into your spot roughly, turning into some sort of animal, setting off fireworks, while Three sucks at you like a wild man, not caring how Four's body slaps his cheek for every thrust.

You couldn't control yourself, you squirted out. It was addictive, you were going crazy. Your pussy was leaking all over, your orgasm coming sharp.

"Wa-- Wait-- Three- I don't wanna cum yet," you slobber. You had to save your energy for One.

Three pulls back, biting his lips, "Oh? You like that hot stuf--"

Four shouts, "Gonna blow!" He pulls all the way out, jerking his cock above you, aiming hot shots right onto your belly. "Rrr--uhh radicall," he grunts out erotically.

You gasped and groaned out, holding your head, confusion and excitement in your brain. There's this buzz as all the Hanks rush over to the bed, ogling you. It's all toned out for a moment in your ecstasy, but when you come too a second later, Three is licking the cum off your stomach.

"How was it," they all ask. Four grab locks of his blonde curls in anticipation.

"I-- I think we need to try it again but," you're too shy to put up the words, so you raise two fingers and then join them by a third.

Three gasps out, "Double stuffed!"

Four cries out as if he's lost his mind. He barks, "O-ray-o Cookies with Extra Thick Filling!"

One chimes in, "A sandwich, amigo!"

Two shakes his head, "Nono- you're still an amateur you're not ready yet!"

Three grins, biting his lip. "I'd be happy to be your third, hot stuff. If you want me," he spoke.

"Some other time," you swallow thickly, wiping the sweat from your forehead.

"Came out a change woman, princess," Five leans over and kisses your forehead. "I'm proud of you for doing this with us..."

Your eyebrows pinch in annoyance, "You talk like it's over. I still need one more," you bite your lips, seductively pushing yourself up onto your elbows. You part your legs out wide for all the Hanks to see, your body's all stretched out all over, and they bite their lips. You're erotic.

"C'mere baby," you wink.

"Ooooohhhh," the room erupts with whoops.

You extend a sexy finger forward pointing straight at one. You're sure if he could, he'd be blushing right now. He gulps. You curve your finger, beckoning him over.

"Y-Yes ma'am," he gulps.

The Hanks cheer, "The Final Hank!"

Three bites his lips, "The first shall be last and the last shall be first!"

Four's eyebrows furrow in confusion, "Wait... But... That's not how it happened though..."

"It's a saying," Two chuckles.

"Brodies, he's walking over," Five squeaks in excitement.

One crawls over to you, his face is shy and nervous, but he can't help but have a charming smile. Your arms slip around his shoulders, and he picks you up into his lap. His skin is so warm, warm as he embraces you, as he slots your hips into his, closing the space, his cock against your swollen clit. He murmurs, "You're always so pretty."

"Thanks, Hank," you lean in for a kiss, and it smacks heartedly.

"I don't want too much from you... If it's okay, I just wanna do this," he leans back a little, and you follow his lead, as he pours lube over his cock, then pulls you so your clit is back flush against his cock. You bite your lip, straddling him on each side, preparing to ride. "Wanna make you cum," One whispers.

His warm hands lovingly slide up your waist and hips, as you begin to grind and slide up against him, your clit throbbing, rubbing it against his hot, skinny dick. His hands grip your ass, squeezing it tight. He was so kind, not wanting to penetrate you, but instead gazing deep into your eyes, grinding into you as you slid up and down him.

You can't look away the moment is too sweet.

You've somehow fallen deeper in love with the Hanks, all of them. All of their subtle differences in personalities, the way they fuck, the way they are. Their union, their brotherhood.

You take One's lips, hands sliding up in his hair, adoring the way he cages you safe in his strong arms.

You feel the bed shift behind you, and your hands slide up and down your back. There are lips against your ear, "Thanks, thanks a lot for this," Number Two mutters. He starts to pepper kisses on your back and neck, briefly, gently, and playfully nipping your neck.

"I love you, Hanks," you sigh.

"We love you too," they cheer sweetly. They take the words as their welcoming to all come close. Five reaches over to pet your head, flashing that cute, gentle smile your way. The weight on the bed shifts on your right, and there is Three, flashing you a seductive wink as he lies on his side, watching the action unfold. And just beside him with Four, who shared a puppy dog look.

Your eyebrows pinch, putting against One's cock was getting to you.

"Gonna cum, hot stuff," Three asks.

You nod sharply, burying your head into One's neck. He whispers in your ear, "Go ahead, cum, honeypie." One's voice is smooth. You take his advice, bucking and putting into his sweet cock, toes clenching before a soft, slow orgasm washes over you.

Your body relaxes completely in One's hold, as Two rubs careful hands up your body. Three speaks, "Brought you water and a cleanup towel, sweetie."

Four speaks, "Yeah, we'll take care of you for the rest of the day. You focus on recovery, homie!"

Five, who still pets your head lovingly, asks, "Want that water now, princess?"

The aftercare is sweet. All hands were on you, along with sweet praises and excited, accomplished laughter. The evening was winding late, and the six of you tuned in for bed, knowing soon, the dateviator charge would run out. Only more motivation to work hard and realize them soon.

The hanks and you were cuddled up for bed, with two behind you, spooning you. And five laying on his back next to you, your arms wrapped around one of his, as you mindly rubbed your face against him. One and Three were engrossed in convo at the end of the bed, and Four found laying in between your legs most comfortable.

And with droopy eyes, you looked at them all, savoring their image before you were forced to fall into a deep sleep.

"Psst- Hey Roomie... Let's go again soon!"

#date everything #date everything game #de game #de #the hanks #hanks date everything #date everything hanks #the hanks date everything #date everything the hanks #the hanks DE #hanks DE #dating sim #the hanks x reader #hanks x reader #date everything hanks x reader

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victoria-grimesss · 2 years ago

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2 ideas!

One, I loved your soap w secretary girlfriend! What about something similar for ghost and konig?

Two, what about a COD fic where the lights go out and you are stuck in the dark together? 😘 any character you want!

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->Paring: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader & König x Fem!Reader

->Words: 0.8k

->A/N: MDNI! These are so fun to write!!! Also adding that wonderful 'idea of the stuck in the dark' fic to the list ;)

Sure, Ghost and König are both big strong military men. They're intimidating and stoic. Tall and broad but they both love their secretary girlfriend differently.

Ghost:

He's a brute. Large and broad and dark. How you became accustomed to him was more comical than anything. One complaint report landed on your desk for him to pick up, which he never did. His training methods were.. less than desirable.. which you can imagine just looking at him and how he just stands and stares, barking commands.

34 total complaint reports from the newest training group landed on your desk, making a rather annoying pile. None of the complaints would ever be resolved, Ghost's training method is foolproof. So, you walked down the hallway, papers in hand and a scowl on your face straight to that man. You slam the door open to the training yard your heels sounding extra loud. Your stocking covered legs and short skirt is the view of the century out here.

"Lieutenant Riley, your complaint papers have occupied an annoyingly large space on my desk. Please be better about picking them up from now on." You shoved the papers into his chest and storm away. Simon was putty in your hand from then on.

He would stand arms crossed in your doorway as you helped the others. Waiting patiently, his stare dark and unwavering.

He loves to watch you work. Your soft hands filing the papers expertly you know every little place where everything goes. He sees how the guy you're helping out checks out your ass as you stand. He shoulder checks him on his way out and then he stands at the front and center of your desk, and you look up through your lashes at him.

"Can I help you Simon?" You ask him in a sultry voice as you reapply your lipstick.

"Yea. I can think of a couple things."

Your panties are around one ankle, your heels barely hanging on to your feet as your legs are wrapped around his hips and he's ruthless with his thrusts. You're on lunch and he took you to the file room, you're on a dusty old desk that's only used for storage. All the contents thrown to the ground as Simon couldn't wait any longer to be inside you.

"Fuck, you love this yea? Fuckin you right here panties round your ankle you can hardly focus on me."

He's right your head has been long spinning and your eyes struggle to stay focused. He drives himself into your wet heat so hard and rough your hair has become a half up half down mess in the process.

"Grippin me so fuckin tight love, maybe I start coming down every day, feed you my cock on your break. Would you like that, look at me when I'm talking to you."

Simon frequently rips your stockings when he's gripping your thighs, especially when he cums.

"Fuckin hell love you're a fucking mess dripping on me like this, going to cum deep inside you then you'll go back and sit all pretty at your desk with me dripping out of you. You want that love? Yea you do."

Simon is a ruthless lover, he can be sweet too. When he's not confined by a 30-minute lunch break window of course.

König:

König is top dog, the big guy on the ground. So you see him often. You'll keep track of his appointments and meetings, bring him food and coffee when he works late nights and eventually, he invites you to share a meal with him. After that he keeps calling you back to his office.

König is an older guy and his knees aren't all that good honey so be a doll and help him out. You'll get down on yours and wrap those pretty lipstick coated lips around him and his mouth is watering just watching you take as much as you can.

He's found that he has a certain fixation for the lipstick you wear and sometimes requests you wear certain colors for him when you go down on him. He loves the way it leaves rings around his cock and he'll stroke your hair as he speaks to you.

"Taking me so well mein liebling, you see that last ring of lipstick you left on me? Let's try to get even lower this time, you're a good girl I believe in you."

You'll take as much as you can, and when he finally trains his little secretary to take all of him he cums as soon as your lips meet the base of him leaving red lip marks on his skin.

And when he's feeling especially needy he'll call you into his office and have you straddle him. He'll kiss your neck as he takes off your heels, he knows how expensive they are, I mean he did buy them for you, so he undoes the little straps with care and sets them on the floor.

He'll caress you with his big hands and have you ride his thigh hiking your skirt up your hips so he can rest his hands behind his head and watch you moan and sob on top of him.

"You look so beautiful like this mein liebling, you're leaving quite the wet spot on me this time. How many times should I make you cum like this before I let you ride me."

He's cruel when he wants to be but it's all in good fun. He's spoil you afterwards.

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owlespresso · 2 months ago

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Can I please have Ais + vulnerable 👀

"C'mon out, sparrow," Ais's voice rumbles down the alleyway. Soft and beseeching. His boots thud against the dull dirt, louder with each passing step.

You shudder as you inhale, and hold your breath for five seconds. Your ankle is a bright point of pain. It throbs and your head throbs along with it, as though your very blood cries out in rejection. If he sees you like this... no, you can't stand the thought. The one and only time you had displayed weakness to him was that time in the Seaspring–that harrowing, first meeting that nearly saw you tumbling over the dock's edge.

You'll not show your soft underbelly to him again. He'll core you with that keen, red gaze. Savor the sanguine taste of your weakness, your fear like monsters are wont to do. No, you can't grant him that sort of satisfaction

The small offshoot you've crammed yourself in is, at the end of the day, a poor choice for cover. Not like you could have gone far, with the state of your leg.

Ais looms over you. His shadow swallows you. You tuck your legs close to your chin, ignore the bright pulse of pain your ankle rewards you with. He takes in the sight of you, impassive as always which makes it worse. People you can't read make you uncomfortable. People bearing witness to your moments of weakness make you want to crawl out of your own skin.

He takes a single step forward. And then he crouches. His elbows rest on his spread knees. One of his palms cradles the cut of his cheek. He appraises you quietly, but not without care. Your face feels hot.

"Sparrow, the clicic is across town. Do you really want to hobble there on that busted leg?" he asks, and you scoff, looking away.

"I don't have much of a choice," you bite out. And he sighs, again. Like you're troublesome. Even though you never asked for his help, never asked him to step in when those cowards had you cornered. Only now do you recall the colored bands on their arms. The gang members from your first night in the city, convinced you were the cause of their good friend's injury. Or maybe they just couldn't find Ais, and decided you were the next best target.

You don't know. They're in a ditch, now. Probably dead.

Ais stands, turns around, and kneels. His hands reach back. You go stock still. A few moments of silence pass, uninterrupted, as you process his intentions.

"Are you going to make me spell it out for you?" he asks over his shoulder.

"No–you don't have to carry me," you insist, scrambling to your feet. You plant a clammy palm against the cool, brick wall and test your ankle. Pain lances up the usually limber limb, making you hiss.

Ais stands up, and you, for the briefest moment, are once again in his shadow. You don't care, too busy mapping out the shortest route to the clinic. There are a few dangerous paths you'll have to flit on through, less than advisable in your current condition. It's a risk you'll have to take, and a pain you'll have to bear–

There are warm hands on your waist. The world shifts around you as you're lifted, stomach planted into a broad shoulder. Ais moves underneath you, one hand planted firmly on the back of your thigh to keep you in place. You stare, incredulously, at the broad of his back as he walks out of the alleyway.

"Ais!" you bark a moment later, slapping a hand against his shoulder. He huffs in wry amusement, but is otherwise unmoved by your pathetic writhing.

"You can't fly away from this one sparrow. Be more careful, next time."

#ais/reader #ais #touchstarved talkin

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estellan0vella · 11 months ago

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Firefighters ❀ includes: Levi, Eren, Jean, Connie, Armin, Mikasa, Annie, Sasha & Historia Masterlist

Levi Ackerman

The world seems to shift beneath you, a rumble that grows into a violent quake, shaking the ground and everything on it. You instinctively grab hold of Pongo, your Dalmatian, and take cover under a sturdy table. The tremors last for what feels like an eternity, causing objects to fall and shatter around you.

When the shaking finally subsides, you breathe a sigh of relief, but it's cut short. The ceiling above you groans and cracks. You barely have time to pull Pongo closer to you before the plaster and beams come crashing down. You shield Pongo with your body, pain shooting through you as the debris traps you.

"Stay calm, Pongo," you whisper, your voice shaky. Your loyal companion whimpers, nuzzling against you.

Hours pass. Your limbs grow numb from the pressure and the awkward position you're in. You try to stay conscious, but it's a struggle. Then, you hear it – the distant sound of sirens, growing louder, closer. Pongo's ears perk up, and he begins to bark.

"Help!" you manage to shout, though your voice is hoarse and weak. "Over here! Help!"

Pongo's barking grows more frantic. You hear voices, heavy boots on rubble, the clatter of tools. Relief washes over you – they're here. But you're still buried, unable to move.

"Pongo, go get help," you whisper, hoping he understands. "Find someone."

Pongo hesitates, but then he scrambles out from under the table and through a small gap in the debris. You pray he'll find someone who can save you.

Captain Levi Ackerman wipes sweat from his brow, surveying the chaotic scene. Buildings lie in ruins, smoke and dust filling the air. His team moves swiftly, searching for survivors. His sharp eyes catch movement – a Dalmatian, dashing towards them.

"Hey, buddy," he says, bending down as the dog approaches. The Dalmatian grabs Levi's trousers with his teeth, tugging insistently.

Levi's brows furrow. "What is wrong with you? You're going to rip my trousers"

The dog pulls harder, not letting go. It's clear he wants Levi to follow. Trusting the animal's instincts, Levi signals to his team. "I'm going with him. Keep searching this area."

Pongo leads Levi through the rubble, his determination unrelenting. He pulls Levi down narrow passages, over broken beams, and through precarious gaps. Levi follows, impressed by the dog's intelligence and persistence.

Finally, Pongo stops and starts digging at a particular spot, barking furiously. Levi drops to his knees and starts clearing the debris with his gloved hands. "Hang in there! We're coming!"

Your voice is weak but audible. "Over here! Please, help!"

Levi's heart pounds as he works faster. He uncovers a part of your arm and gently squeezes it. "Hey, I'm Levi. I've got you. Just stay with me."

Pongo licks your face, whining softly. Levi calls over his shoulder, "I need help over here!"

Two firefighters join him, and together they lift the heavier beams, carefully extracting you from the wreckage. You're bruised and dusty, but alive. As they pull you free, an aftershock hits, the ground trembling once more.

Without hesitation, Levi throws himself over you, shielding your body with his. His arms encircle you protectively, his weight pressing you into the ground. "Stay still," he murmurs into your ear, his breath warm against your skin. "It's going to be okay."

The aftershock passes, and Levi slowly eases off you, helping you sit up. "Are you hurt badly? Can you move?"

"I think I'm okay," you say, though your voice shakes. "Just a bit banged up."

Levi helps you to your feet, keeping a steadying hand on your arm. "Let's get you checked out by the medics."

You nod, leaning on him as you walk. Pongo stays close by your side, his tail wagging with relief.

As you reach the triage area, Levi hands you over to the medical team but stays nearby. After a thorough check-up, they determine you have no major injuries – just some cuts and bruises, and dehydration. You're given water and a blanket to keep warm.

Levi approaches you, a small smile playing on his lips. "Looks like you're going to be just fine."

"Thanks to you," you reply, feeling a rush of gratitude. "And Pongo, of course."

Levi kneels down, scratching Pongo behind the ears. "You've got quite the dog here. He's a real hero."

Pongo barks happily, licking Levi's face. You laugh, the sound a welcome release after the day's ordeal. "Yeah, he's my brave boy."

Levi stands, meeting your eyes with a soft gaze. "I'd like to get to know him better. Maybe his owner too."

Your cheeks flush at his words. "Oh? Are you flirting with me, Mr. Firefighter?"

"Maybe I am," he says with a playful glint in his eye. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a card, handing it to you. "Here's my number. In case you want to thank me properly some time. Or if Pongo wants to see me again."

You take the card, smiling. "I might just do that."

Levi gives you a nod, then turns to leave, but not before giving Pongo one last pat. "Take care, both of you."

As he walks away, you feel a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration. Today has been a whirlwind, but in the midst of the chaos, something unexpected has happened. You look at the card in your hand, then at Pongo, who looks up at you with those loyal, loving eyes.

"Well, Pongo," you say, scratching his head. "Looks like we've made a new friend today."

Pongo barks in agreement, and you can't help but smile. The world may have shaken, but here in this moment, you feel a sense of stability, hope, and maybe the beginning of something new.

Eren Jaeger

The shrill sound of the fire alarm slices through the calm of your office, wrenching you from the spreadsheet on your screen. Startled, you glance around at your coworkers, who are equally confused and alarmed. The usual hum of keyboards and muted conversations is replaced by a rising tide of panic. Smoke begins to seep under the door to your office, curling in ominous tendrils that make your heart race.

You stand, the chair screeching against the floor, and grab your phone and purse. "Everybody out! Let's go!" you shout, trying to maintain a semblance of calm. The urgency in your voice propels everyone into action. Feet pound against the carpet as your colleagues scramble towards the exit, their voices a cacophony of fear.

As you push into the hallway, the thickening smoke and growing heat become overwhelming. You cover your mouth with a sleeve, coughing as you make your way to the stairwell. But the sight that greets you stops you cold. Flames lick the walls, blocking the way down. The fire is spreading faster than you ever imagined.

"Shit," you mutter, turning back. Your mind races, trying to recall the layout of the building. The only option left is the balcony in your office. You sprint back, hoping against hope that help is on its way.

When you burst back into your office, you're met with the roar of flames and a wave of intense heat. Your coworkers are nowhere to be seen—they must have found another way out. Panic claws at your chest as you rush to the balcony door and fling it open. The fresh air is a brief relief from the smoke, but you're still trapped.

Below, a scene of chaos unfolds. Fire trucks are parked haphazardly, their sirens blaring. Firefighters are everywhere, some aiming powerful jets of water at the building, others coordinating the evacuation. You spot a large inflatable airbag directly below your balcony, and a flicker of hope ignites within you.

"Hey! Up here!" you shout, waving your arms. The movement catches the attention of a firefighter, his face partially obscured by his helmet and the smoke. He motions to his team and points up at you. Relief floods through you as you realize you're not alone.

Moments later, the firefighter appears on the balcony using the ladder, his face now fully visible. He's tall, with striking green eyes that are filled with determination. His gear is covered in soot, but he moves with the confidence of someone who knows exactly what he's doing.

"I'm Eren Jaeger," he says, his voice steady despite the chaos. "We're going to get you out of here."

You nod, your fear momentarily quelled by his presence. "Y/N," you manage to say through the smoke. "How do we get down?"

He steps closer, assessing the situation. "The stairwell's blocked, and the fire's spreading too fast for us to wait for backup. We need to jump."

Your heart skips a beat. "Jump? Are you serious?"

He nods, his expression serious but reassuring. "It's the safest way, you do not have ladder-appropriate shoes on. We have an airbag set up down there. I'll go with you."

The thought of jumping off a balcony is terrifying, but the alternative is far worse. You take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. "Okay. What do I do?"

Eren moves to the edge of the balcony and looks down, then back at you. "I'll count to three. On three, we jump together. I'll hold onto you, so you don't need to worry about anything."

You nod again, trying to steady yourself. The heat is almost unbearable now, and the smoke is making it hard to breathe. Eren positions himself next to you, his grip firm and reassuring.

"Ready?" he asks, his voice cutting through the haze of your fear.

"As I'll ever be," you reply, your voice trembling.

He gives you a tight nod. "Alright. One, two—" Before you can register what's happening, he grabs you and leaps off the balcony. A scream rips from your throat as the ground rushes up to meet you.

You hit the airbag with a jarring thud, Eren's strong arms cushioning you. The world spins for a moment before you realize you're safe. You scramble to your feet, adrenaline still coursing through your veins.

"What the fuck happened to three?" you shout, your voice a mix of relief and anger.

Eren chuckles, his eyes sparkling with amusement despite the soot on his face. "Sorry, Y/N. It's easier if you don't expect it. Less time to panic."

You can't help but laugh, the tension of the moment breaking. "You could have warned me!"

"Where's the fun in that?" he teases, pulling off his helmet. His hair is damp with sweat, but he runs a hand through it, giving you a lopsided grin.

Despite the chaos around you, the heat of the flames, and the residual fear, you find yourself smiling back. "Thank you, Eren. I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't shown up."

He shrugs, a modest gesture that doesn't quite match the heroism of his actions. "Just doing my job. But I'm glad I could help." He pauses, his gaze lingering on you for a moment. "You did great up there."

You feel a blush creeping up your cheeks, the adrenaline making it hard to come up with a witty response. "I just followed orders."

Eren laughs, a warm sound that cuts through the lingering fear. "Well, if you ever need saving again, you know who to call." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a slightly crumpled business card, handing it to you.

You take it, your fingers brushing against his. "Eren Jaeger, firefighter," you read aloud, then glance up at him. "You really carry these around?"

He gives a sheepish shrug. "Never know when you might need to network."

You chuckle, slipping the card into your pocket. "Well, I appreciate it. And I might just take you up on that."

His smile widens, and he steps closer, his expression earnest. "Or, you know, if you ever want to grab a coffee or something. I promise it's a lot less dangerous than jumping off balconies."

You raise an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. "Are you asking me out, Eren?"

He meets your gaze, unabashed. "Maybe I am. What do you say?"

You glance around at the chaos slowly being brought under control, then back at him. "I think I'd like that."

He grins, and for a moment, the world feels a little less chaotic. "Great. I'll wait for your call."

Jean Kirstein

The streets are quiet tonight, the city wrapped in a blanket of calm as the clock nears midnight. The rhythmic wail of distant sirens is a faint reminder that peace can be shattered at any moment. For you, the tranquillity of your drive home is shattered when, out of nowhere, a car swerves wildly into your lane. The impact is sudden and violent, metal screeching and glass shattering as your car is wedged between two others.

You're trapped. Panic surges through you, the acrid smell of gasoline and burnt rubber filling your nostrils. You try to move, but the pain in your arm is excruciating. Your breath comes in short, panicked gasps. The world outside is a blur of flashing lights and muffled shouts.

"Hang on! We're gonna get you out of there!" The voice is firm, and authoritative, cutting through your panic. You turn your head, vision swimming, and see a man in a firefighter's uniform. His helmet reads 'Kirstein.'

"I'm Jean. Can you tell me your name?" he asks, his voice steady and reassuring despite the chaos around him.

"Y/N," you manage to say, wincing as a sharp pain shoots through your arm.

"Okay, Y/N. We're gonna get you out. Just stay with me, alright?"

Jean turns to his team, issuing rapid commands. "We need the jaws of life over here! This car door's not budging without them."

You watch as they work with practised efficiency, feeling a strange sense of calm wash over you despite the pain. Jean returns to your side, his eyes scanning you for injuries.

"How are you holding up?" he asks, his tone softer now.

"My arm... it hurts a lot," you reply, trying to keep your voice steady.

He nods, glancing at your arm. "Looks like it might be broken. We'll get you out and take care of that, I promise."

The next few minutes are a blur of noise and motion. The jaws of life whirr and groan as they pry your car open. Jean's team works quickly, and soon there's enough space for him to reach in and start easing you out.

"This might hurt a bit," he warns, slipping an arm around your shoulders and helping you manoeuvre out of the wreckage. You bite back a cry as pain flares in your arm, but Jean's grip is strong and steady.

Once you're free, he helps you over to a nearby ambulance, easing you onto a stretcher. "Let's take a look at that arm," he says, examining it with gentle hands. You watch his face, noting the concentration etched into his features.

"Definitely broken," he confirms, looking up at you with a reassuring smile. "But don't worry, we'll fix you up."

As he works, you can't help but notice his eyes – a warm brown that seems to reflect the concern and determination within him. He wraps your arm, immobilizing it with a sling.

"There, that should hold until we get you to the hospital," he says, his voice gentle. "How's the pain?"

"It's... manageable," you reply, grateful for the relief the sling provides.

"Good," Jean says, standing back slightly to give you some space. "You're doing great, Y/N. Just hang in there a little longer."

You nod, feeling a mix of exhaustion and relief. The adrenaline is starting to wear off, leaving you feeling drained.

"Thank you," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jean smiles, a warm, genuine expression that reaches his eyes. "Just doing my job. Besides, you made it easy on me."

As the paramedics prepare to transport you to the hospital, Jean stays by your side, offering words of comfort and support. His presence is a steady anchor in the midst of the chaos.

Once you're settled in the ambulance, he leans in, a playful glint in his eyes. "You know, I don't usually give out my number to people I rescue," he says, his tone teasing.

You raise an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at your lips despite the pain. "Oh? And why is that?"

"Well," he says, pulling a card from his pocket and handing it to you, "I like to make sure they're worth the trouble first."

You laugh softly, taking the card. "And what makes you think I'm worth the trouble?"

He grins, his eyes twinkling. "Call it a hunch. Plus, I figure anyone who can handle a night like this with such grace deserves a chance."

You glance at the card, then back at him. "I'll think about it," you say, slipping the card into your pocket.

"That's all I can ask for," Jean replies, stepping back as the ambulance doors start to close. "Take care, Y/N. And don't be a stranger."

Connie Springer

The storm rages around you, its howling winds and torrential rain turning the night into a tempestuous nightmare. You cling to the hope that help will arrive soon as you lie pinned beneath a heavy tree that fell on your porch. The pain is excruciating, but you manage to stay conscious, your breath coming in short, laboured gasps.

Suddenly, you hear the faint wail of sirens approaching, growing louder with each passing second. Relief floods through you as you realize that rescue is on its way. A moment later, you catch sight of flashing lights and the unmistakable red of a fire truck.

"Hang on! We're coming!" a voice calls out, and you turn your head slightly to see a group of firefighters rushing towards you. One of them, a young man with a buzz cut and a determined expression, quickly rushes to you.

"Hey, can you hear me?" he asks, kneeling beside you. His voice is warm and reassuring despite the urgency of the situation.

"Y-yes," you manage to croak out. "I'm... I'm stuck."

"Hi Stuck, I'm Connie Springer," he says with a small smile, trying to keep you calm and you let out a weak snort. "Hey, that's laughter and laughter is good. We're going to get you out of here. Just hang tight, okay?"

You nod weakly, your eyes flickering to the other firefighters gathering around. Connie follows your gaze and starts pointing them out, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"See that guy over there with the horse face?" he says, pointing to a tall, lanky firefighter. "That's Jean. Don't worry about him, he's more scared of you than you are of him."

You can't help but let out a small, pained laugh. Connie's light-hearted insults are a welcome distraction from the pain.

"And the one with the permanent scowl?" Connie continues, indicating a dark-haired young man who looks like he's never smiled a day in his life. "That's Eren. He's angry because the rain ruined his hair."

Eren shoots Connie a glare but doesn't say anything, focusing instead on assessing the situation.

"Then we've got Armin," Connie says, pointing to a blond firefighter with a kind face. "He's the brains of the operation."

Armin gives you a reassuring smile. "We'll have you out of here in no time," he says.

"And last but not least," Connie adds, gesturing to a woman with messy hair and a wide grin, "that's Sasha. She'd probably eat the tree if she thought it would taste good."

"Hey!" Sasha protests, though she's laughing too.

Connie turns his attention back to you. "Alright, Y/N, we're going to lift this tree off you and get you out. Just keep talking to me, okay? It'll help keep your mind off things."

As his colleagues get to work, you try to focus on Connie's voice. "What do you do, Y/N? What's your job?"

"I'm... I'm a voice actress," you say, wincing as the pain flares up again.

"No way," Connie says, eyes widening in surprise. "Anything we might've heard of?"

"Well, I'm the voice of Maomao in 'The Apothecary Diaries,'" you reply, managing a small smile despite the pain.

Connie's face lights up. "No way! We watch that show all the time at the station! Guys, did you hear that? We've got Maomao here!"

The others pause in their work for a moment, looking at you with renewed interest and excitement.

"No kidding?" Jean says, his tone softening. "That's awesome."

"Yeah, it's one of our favourite shows," Eren admits, though he still looks focused on the task at hand.

Armin nods. "It's true. We watch it together whenever we get the chance."

Sasha grins. "Can you say one of her lines for us?"

You chuckle softly, despite the situation. "Sure. How about, 'This is poison'?"

As you say the line in Maomao's voice, you notice their expressions light up, even in the midst of the storm and chaos. It's a small moment of joy amidst the danger.

"That was perfect!" Sasha exclaims, her grin widening.

"Alright, let's focus," Connie says, though he's smiling too. "Y/N, we're almost there. Just a little longer, okay?"

You nod, doing your best to stay calm as the team works to lift the tree off you. Connie stays by your side the entire time, his presence a comforting anchor.

Finally, with a coordinated effort, they manage to lift the tree just enough for you to be pulled free. Connie gently helps you up, careful not to jostle you too much.

"You did great, Y/N," he says, his tone soft and encouraging. "We're going to get you checked out now, make sure everything's okay."

As they guide you towards the ambulance, you feel a mixture of relief and gratitude. "Thank you," you say, looking at each of them. "All of you."

"Just doing our job," Jean says with a smile.

"Yeah, but we've never rescued someone as cool as you before," Sasha adds, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

Connie stays by your side as the paramedics check you over, his hand resting lightly on your shoulder. "Hey, Y/N," he says quietly, "when you're feeling better, maybe we could grab a coffee or something? I'd love to hear more about your work."

You raise an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at your lips. "Are you flirting with me, Connie?"

He grins, unabashed. "Maybe a little. But can you blame me?"

Before you can respond, a stern voice interrupts. "Springer!"

You turn to see a short, intimidating man with dark hair and piercing eyes approaching. He must be the captain.

"Cap," Connie says, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

"What's going on here?" Levi demands, his gaze sharp. "I expected this kind of behaviour from Jean, but not from you."

Connie scratches the back of his head sheepishly. "Sorry, Cap. But we've never rescued someone as pretty as Y/N before."

Levi's eyes flicker to you, a hint of recognition in them. Before he can say anything, Eren steps forward. "Captain, you know who this is, right? This is Y/N, the voice of Maomao from 'The Apothecary Diaries.'"

Levi's expression softens ever so slightly, though he tries to hide it. "I see."

Jean, Sasha, Eren, and Armin gather around, their excitement palpable. "Y/N, could you say a few more lines from the show?" Jean asks, his eyes bright with anticipation.

"Yeah, please?" Sasha adds, her grin infectious.

You can't help but laugh. "Alright, alright. How about, 'The key to understanding poisons is understanding people'?"

Their reactions are priceless, a mix of awe and joy. Even Levi seems slightly impressed, though he quickly regains his composure.

"Thank you," Armin says, his voice filled with genuine gratitude. "That was amazing."

As the paramedics finish up, Connie slips a piece of paper into your hand. "That's my number," he says with a wink. "In case you ever want that coffee."

You smile, tucking the paper into your pocket. "Thanks, Connie. I'll think about it."

Levi clears his throat, giving Connie a pointed look. "Let's get back to work, Springer."

Connie nods, giving you one last smile before turning to join his team. As they head back to the fire truck, you hear Sasha teasing him. "Connie's got a crush!"

"Shut up, Sasha," Connie mutters, though he's grinning.

Maybe, just maybe, you'll take him up on that coffee.

Armin Arlert

You stand on the edge of the bridge, the river flowing ominously below. The cold night air bites at your cheeks as you scan the surroundings, your heart pounding in your chest. You've received a call about a potential jumper, and your instincts are on high alert. Your hand rests on the grip of your gun as you inch closer, eyes searching for any sign of movement.

"Hello?" you call out, your voice echoing slightly. "This is Officer Y/N L/N. Can you hear me? Are you alright?"

Silence stretches on for what feels like an eternity. Just as you're about to take another step forward, you hear a rustling sound. Your training kicks in, and you reach for your radio to call for backup, but before you can do so, a large figure emerges from the shadows and lunges at you. You barely have time to react as you're knocked off balance, your gun slipping from its holster.

"Don't move," a gruff voice growls in your ear, and you feel the cold metal of your own gun pressed against your temple.

You don't need to see his face to recognize him. Reiner Braun, the escaped convict you've been briefed about. The realization sends a jolt of fear through you, but you force yourself to stay calm.

"Well, isn't this just great," you mutter sarcastically. "An ambush. Very creative, asshole."

"Shut up," he snaps, tightening his grip on you. "You're gonna do exactly what I say, or I'll blow your brains out right here."

You grit your teeth, frustration bubbling up inside you. "You're an idiot, you know that? This whole plan of yours is idiotic."

Before he can respond, the sound of sirens fills the air. The fire department has arrived for the reported jumper. You see the flashing lights reflecting off the water below, and a glimmer of hope ignites within you. Help is here.

From the corner of your eye, you spot Captain Levi Ackerman stepping out of the fire truck, followed by Armin Arlert and the rest of the crew. Levi's eyes lock onto yours, and you can see the concern in them, though his face remains stoic.

"Y/N," Levi calls out, his voice steady. "How's it going?"

"Got my own gun to my head, so not great, thanks for asking, Levi," you reply dryly. "While you're here, do you mind giving this oaf a lecture on oral hygiene? His breath is gonna kill me before a bullet."

"Y/N, you fucking idiot! Stop antagonizing him!" Jean yells from behind Levi, his expression a mix of anger and fear.

"Get his bitch ass, Y/N!" Connie shouts, earning a glare from Levi.

Reiner's grip on you tightens, and you can feel his agitation growing. "Shut up, all of you! Or I'll—"

Before he can finish his threat, you take a deep breath and slam the back of your head against his nose with all your might. The impact sends stars dancing across your vision, but it also causes Reiner to loosen his grip on you. You use the moment of distraction to twist out of his grasp, but his hand catches your arm, and you both tumble over the edge of the bridge.

The cold water engulfs you, the shock of it stealing your breath away. You struggle against the current, trying to wrestle Reiner as he thrashes beside you. Your training kicks in, and you manage to land a few solid punches, but he's strong, and the water makes it difficult to gain any leverage.

Suddenly, you see Eren, Levi, and Armin wading into the water, determination etched on their faces. Eren reaches you first, grabbing Reiner by the collar and delivering a punch to his jaw that leaves him momentarily stunned. Levi is next, his movements precise and efficient as he helps you wrestle Reiner into submission. Armin is there too, his hands steady as he assists in securing Reiner's hands behind his back with the cuffs you've managed to retrieve.

As you finally drag Reiner out of the water, panting and shivering, Jean and Sasha rush over with foil blankets. They wrap one around you, and you can feel the warmth seeping into your bones, but the adrenaline still courses through your veins.

"You're a real piece of work, Y/N," Jean mutters as he cleans the cuts on your hands and face.

"Yeah, well, it worked, didn't it?" you reply, wincing as he dabs at a particularly nasty gash.

Connie, ever the joker, grins at you. "Maybe next time we should get you some floaties, huh? Just in case."

You manage a laugh, despite the situation. "I'll keep that in mind, Con."

As the chaos begins to settle, you notice Armin watching you with a mixture of admiration and concern. With Eren's encouragement, he steps forward, his eyes soft but determined.

"Hey, Y/N," Armin begins, his voice gentle. "That was incredibly brave, what you did. Are you alright?"

You nod, still catching your breath. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Thanks for the help, Armin."

He hesitates for a moment before continuing. "I was wondering if maybe, after all this, you'd like to go to a book cafe with me? I know it's a bit sudden, but I thought it might be a nice way to unwind."

You blink in surprise, a smile slowly spreading across your face. "I'd like that, Armin. I'd like that a lot."

Eren claps Armin on the back, grinning. "Told you she'd say yes."

Mikasa Ackerman

The day is supposed to be perfect. The sky is a brilliant blue, the sun is warm against your skin, and you have just finished an exhilarating photo shoot. You get into your car, ready to head home and unwind. Everything seems normal until you start descending the hill towards the river. You press the brake pedal, but instead of slowing down, the car continues to pick up speed. Panic surges through you as you realize the brakes have failed.

The steering wheel shakes violently as you attempt to control the car, but it's no use. The river looms closer, and in a split second, the car breaks through the barrier and plunges into the icy water. The impact jolts you, and water begins to flood into the vehicle. You fumble with your seatbelt, but it's jammed. You scream for help, knowing the chances of someone hearing you are slim. The water rises swiftly, and you feel your hope diminishing with every passing second.

As your car is nearly submerged, you hear the muffled sounds of sirens and see flashing lights through the water. Relief washes over you when you see a figure in a firefighter's uniform wading towards your car. She reaches your window, her eyes locking with yours, and you see a determination that makes you believe you might just survive this.

"Hey, are you okay in there?" the firefighter shouts, her voice barely audible over the roar of the river.

You nod frantically, your eyes wide with fear. She gives you a reassuring smile, her dark hair plastered to her face by the water.

"Hold on! I'm going to get you out of there. What's your name?"

"Y/N!" you shout back, your voice shaking.

"Y/N, I'm Mikasa. Just keep looking at me, okay? We're going to get you out of here." Her voice is steady and calm, a stark contrast to the chaos around you. "You know, you're really pretty, Y/N"

You feel a blush despite the dire situation. Mikasa's words keep you focused as she works on the door, her strong arms straining against the pressure. She mutters to herself, cursing the stubbornness of the vehicle.

Finally, the door gives way, and water rushes in, submerging you completely. You thrash in the cold water, but Mikasa's arms are around you in an instant. She pulls you out of the car with a strength you wouldn't have believed possible.

"Hold on to me!" she commands, her voice firm. You cling to her, your hands trembling from the cold and fear. She swims powerfully towards the shore, where a team of firefighters is waiting. You hear shouts and see the worried faces of Mikasa's colleagues as they help pull you both out of the water.

"Are you alright?" one of them asks, a stern-looking man with piercing eyes. "I'm Captain Levi. Can you tell me if you're hurt?"

"I think I'm okay," you manage to say, your teeth chattering. "Just a cut on my forehead."

Levi examines the cut, his touch surprisingly gentle. "It's not too deep. Let me clean it up and get some sterile strips on it." He moves efficiently, cleaning the wound and applying the strips. Then he wraps you in a foil blanket, the metallic crinkling sound oddly comforting.

As Levi works, Mikasa introduces you to the rest of her team. "That's Eren, my best friend. The blonde over there is Armin. Connie and Sasha are the goofballs of the group. And Jean... well, he's Jean."

Jean and Connie step forward, their eyes wide with excitement. "Oh my God, you're Y/N L/N! We have your posters!" Connie blurts out.

Jean nods vigorously. "Yeah, the Hot Summer Nights shoot was incredible. And the Victoria's Secret Lingerie one—wow!"

Levi shoots them both a stern look and slaps them upside the head. "Be respectful, you two. She's just been through a traumatic experience."

"But Captain, you let us pin the firefighter poster in the station!" Connie protests, rubbing his head.

You can't help but laugh at their antics, despite everything. "Thank you for rescuing me. All of you."

Mikasa smiles at you, her eyes softening. "It's our job, but I'm glad you're okay. By the way, would you like to go out sometime?"

Surprised, you blink at her. "Really? I'd like that."

She grins and, without missing a beat, steals a pen and notepad from Levi's jacket pocket. "Sorry, Captain. Need this for a moment." She scribbles her number down and hands it to you. "Call me."

Levi rolls his eyes but doesn't comment. You take the paper, your fingers brushing against Mikasa's. "I will. Thank you, Mikasa. For everything."

As the team packs up their gear and prepares to leave, Mikasa stays by your side. "We'll get you checked out at the hospital just to be safe. Come on, let's get you warmed up."

She helps you into the ambulance, her presence a steady anchor in the whirlwind of your emotions. You glance at the notepad in your hand, feeling a glimmer of excitement amidst the aftermath of your ordeal. Maybe something good can come out of this terrifying experience after all.

Mikasa sits next to you in the ambulance, her hand gently holding yours. "So, Y/N, how does a famous model end up in a place like this?"

You smile, a bit sheepishly. "Just bad luck, I guess. But I'm glad you were the one to save me."

"Me too," Mikasa says softly, her eyes never leaving yours. "Me too."

Annie Leonhart

You're lounging against the wall of the opulent elevator, tapping your heel against the polished marble floor. The gleaming doors reflect your short black cocktail dress, which fits you perfectly for the big charity event you're supposed to be attending. As an escort for some rich old businessman, your job tonight is to make him look good. But right now, all you can think about is that cigarette break you desperately need.

Just as the elevator starts moving, it jerks violently. You stumble, and your heel snaps. Pain shoots up your leg, and you cry out, collapsing to the floor. The realization hits you—your ankle is broken.

"Great," you mutter to yourself, wincing as you try to shift into a more comfortable position. "This is just peachy."

Minutes pass, and panic starts to set in. You're stuck in an elevator, alone, in pain, and no one knows you're here. You fumble for your phone, but there's no signal. You press the emergency button, hoping it'll bring some help.

It feels like an eternity, but finally, you hear muffled voices and the sound of someone climbing onto the roof of the elevator. A small panel in the ceiling opens, and a blonde head pops through. The firefighter's blue eyes meet yours.

"Hey," she says, her voice calm and soothing. "How are you doing?"

You manage a weak smile. "Peachy keen. Never been better."

She smirks at your sarcasm, clearly appreciating your wit. "I'm Annie. We're gonna get you out of here, alright?"

"Sounds good, Annie. I'd give you a hand, but as you can see, I'm a bit stuck." You gesture to your broken ankle and broken heel, both of which make your current situation even more ridiculous.

Annie descends into the elevator, landing gracefully beside you. She kneels down and examines your ankle with gentle fingers, making you wince. "Definitely broken. We'll get you to the hospital as soon as we're out of here."

You roll your eyes. "Fantastic. And here I thought this night couldn't get any worse."

Annie chuckles. "You've got quite the sense of humour. I like that."

Just as you're starting to feel a bit more at ease, the elevator suddenly lurches. The lights flicker, and you both freeze. "What was that?" you ask, panic creeping into your voice.

Annie looks up, her face serious. "The cable must be unstable. Stay calm."

You don't have time to respond before the cable snaps, and the elevator plunges downward. You let out a scream, grabbing onto Annie as she wraps her arms around you, trying to shield you from the impact. "This is so not elevator death plunge appropriate attire!" you yell over the deafening noise.

Despite the dire situation, you hear Annie laugh. It's a short, genuine sound that somehow makes you feel a little bit better. The elevator crashes into the basement, the impact jarring. Pain flares up in your ankle, and you let out a groan. Annie's grip on you tightens, her body shielding you from the worst of it.

"We're alive," she murmurs, sounding a bit surprised.

"Thank God for small miracles," you reply, breathing heavily.

Not long after, the sound of more voices echoes through the shaft. Two more firefighters rappel down to the ruined elevator. One has a buzz cut and a wide grin, and the other has a longer face and a slightly more serious expression.

"Hey there!" the one with the buzz cut greets cheerfully. "I'm Connie, and this is Jean. We're here to rescue you."

"Thanks, Connie," you say, offering a pained smile. "I'd stand and greet you properly, but, you know..." You wave at your broken ankle.

Jean shakes his head, chuckling. "We'll get you out of here. Just sit tight."

As they work to open the elevator doors, you glance at Annie. "Do me a favour and make sure I don't flash anyone, okay? The dirty old bastard I'm here with did not pay for the peepshow package."

The three firefighters stare at you for a moment before Connie bursts out laughing. "What do you do for work, anyway?"

You give him a sly smile. "People pay for the pleasure of my company."

Connie's eyes widen, and Jean coughs, trying to hide his laughter. Annie just shakes her head, still smirking.

With the doors finally pried open, they carefully lift you out. "We're gonna take you to the hospital," Jean explains. "But first, you said the guy you came here with owes you, right?"

You nod. "Yeah. He owes me my fee."

Annie stands and nods. "I'll find him. Be right back."

As Jean and Connie help you towards the exit, you notice another firefighter waiting outside. He's short with an air of authority, and you recognize him immediately. "Levi! Hi!" you call out, waving with a grin.

Levi raises an eyebrow. "Long time no see Y/N, I heard you broke up with Miche."

You laugh, shaking your head. "Hired me, Levi. He hired me."

Levi's lips twitch into a rare grin, which seems to unsettle Jean and Connie. He pulls out his phone. "Let's take a picture. Miche needs to see this."

You pose with Levi, Jean, Connie, and Annie, who returns just in time with the businessman in tow. Levi snaps the photo and sends it off with a smirk.

"Alright," Levi says, turning to Annie. "Make sure this guy pays her extra for the trouble."

Annie nods, stepping up to the businessman who looks thoroughly uncomfortable. "You're gonna pay her extra compensation for what she went through," she says firmly.

The man gulps and nods hastily. "Of course, of course."

Once everything is settled, you're finally on your way to the hospital. As you're being wheeled out on a stretcher, Annie walks beside you. "You're quite the character, you know that?"

You grin up at her. "I try."

She pauses for a moment, then hands you a piece of paper. "Here's my number. Call me when you're feeling better. Maybe we can go out sometime?"

You take the paper, feeling a flutter of excitement despite the pain. "I'd like that, Annie."

As you're loaded into the ambulance, you watch her through the open doors. She's smiling, and you can't help but feel that maybe this night wasn't so bad after all.

Sasha Braus

The pulsing beat of the music vibrates through the walls of the club, an undercurrent of energy that makes the air feel alive. You're in your element, moving around the stage, eyes flickering to the various patrons who've come for the show. The night's been pretty standard—until now.

You've just finished a particularly energetic routine and stepped offstage to head toward the private rooms. You glance at your phone. Another client, another dollar. But the moment you open the door to the private room, you're confronted with something you never expected—a man holding a large boa constrictor.

You pause at the threshold, mouth slightly agape. "Is that...a snake?"

The man grins, seemingly pleased with your reaction. "Don't worry, sweetheart. It's not venomous."

You force a smile, even as your stomach churns. "Okay, let's just get this over with."

He gestures for you to come closer, but as you approach, the snake's head darts forward and its teeth sink into your ankle. You yelp in pain, instinctively pulling back. The man seems more surprised than concerned, which only adds to your irritation.

"Shit!" You scramble onto a nearby table, your ankle throbbing and blood trickling down. The snake, now agitated, turns its attention to the man who brought it. Before he can react, it's wrapped around his neck, squeezing.

Panicked, you grab your phone. "Hello? Emergency services? I'm at Angel's Paradise. A boa constrictor just bit me and now it's strangling some fucking idiot in a private room. Please hurry."

It feels like an eternity before you hear the telltale sounds of the fire department's sirens. You stay perched on the table, cradling your injured ankle, and trying to ignore the growing chaos in the room below.

Moments later, the door bursts open and a group of firefighters rushes in. You recognize some of them—Connie, Jean, and Eren are regulars at the club. But tonight, they're here in full gear, ready to save the day.

"Y/N!" Connie calls out, eyes scanning the room until he spots you on the table. "Are you okay?"

You manage a weak smile. "Another day, another fucking idiot. Seriously, who brings a snake to a strip club?"

Jean steps forward, shrugging off his jacket and handing it to you. "Here, take this." He lifts you off the table with ease, and you quickly find yourself hiding behind him, the comfort of his presence grounding you.

Eren eyes the man struggling with the snake and smirks. "Should we, uh, help him?"

You peek out from behind Jean. "Can't we just let the guy get strangled? He wasted my time and now I'm bleeding."

A new voice cuts through the conversation. "I wish we could," Levi, the captain, says dryly as he enters the room. His eyes are sharp, taking in the situation with an air of disapproval. "But we're here to save lives, unfortunately."

Your attention is drawn to the new firefighter who steps forward to check on your ankle. She's got a friendly face, framed by brown hair and warm, empathetic eyes. "Hi, I'm Sasha. Let me see that bite."

You wince as she gently examines the wound. "Looks like it took a chunk out of you. We'll get you patched up."

Sasha's touch is gentle but sure, and despite the pain, you find yourself oddly comforted. She finishes bandaging your ankle and looks up at you with a smile. "You okay? Want something to eat? I've got some snacks in the truck."

Before you can respond, the snake suddenly lunges for you again. "Fuck no!" you shout, darting out of the room with surprising speed, even in your heels. The firefighters exchange impressed looks.

"Did you see how fast she ran?" Eren laughs.

Levi nods, impressed. "And in heels. Didn't even snap her ankle."

Sasha grins. "Did you see the way her boobs bounced? Damn."

Jean chuckles. "Why do you think we're regulars?"

Eren agrees, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Yeah, she's the main attraction."

You're still wearing Jean's firefighter jacket as you limp back into the room, feeling slightly more composed. Sasha approaches you again, concern etched on her face. "Hey, you did great back there. Seriously. Are you sure you're okay?"

You nod, though the adrenaline is still coursing through your veins. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just...what a night."

Sasha smiles, pulling a small card from her pocket and handing it to you. "Here's my number. In case you need anything. Or, you know, if you ever want to hang out."

You take the card, a small smile playing on your lips. "Thanks, Sasha. I might just do that."

Connie, overhearing, nudges Sasha with a grin. "So, you gonna join us next time we come here?"

Sasha laughs, shaking her head. "Only if Y/N is working."

Jean turns to Levi with a grin. "What about you, Captain? You gonna join us?"

Levi's expression is as stern as ever. "Piss off, Jean."

Historia Reiss

The bus ride starts off as any other ordinary day for you and your twin brother, Megumi. You're on your way home, chatting casually and occasionally glancing out the window. The bus is moderately full, a mix of commuters and students, some dozing off, others absorbed in their phones or conversations.

You and Megumi have always had a dark sense of humour, a coping mechanism that has seen you through tough times. But nothing could prepare you for the sudden, violent jolt that sends the bus careening off the road. The world spins, screams fill the air, and then everything goes black.

When you come to, you're disoriented and in pain. The bus has flipped, and you're trapped under what you quickly realize are the bodies of other passengers. The weight pressing down on you is immense, and the stench of blood and something worse fills your nostrils.

You shift slightly, wincing at the pain from a gash on your forehead and a cut running from your cheekbone across your nose. Megumi is next to you, his face smeared with blood from a cut on his cheek and one in his eyebrow. Despite the dire situation, your gallows humour kicks in.

"I think the guy that's on top of me eats for a living," you say, trying to keep your voice steady.

Megumi groans softly as he corrects you. "Ate for a living."

You can't help but chuckle, though it quickly turns into a wince of pain. "God, this guy fucking stinks. Not only is he squashing me, he smells too."

Megumi snorts, which sounds more like a pained wheeze. "Probably didn't bathe much. Figures our luck to get stuck under the smelly ones."

You manage a laugh, though it's more out of desperation than amusement. "Well, if I'm gonna die, at least I'm going out with a good story. 'Death by smelly fat guy.'"

The weight of the bodies pressing down on you and Megumi is almost unbearable. Your breaths come in short, painful gasps, each one a struggle against the crushing mass. The dark humour you and your brother share is your only lifeline, a fragile thread keeping you from succumbing to despair.

"You know," you manage to say between wheezing breaths, "I always thought I'd die in some dramatic, heroic way. Not suffocating under a pile of corpses."

Megumi, his face smeared with blood, chuckles weakly. "Yeah, like saving a kitten from a burning building or something. Instead, it's 'Crushed by Smelly McFatso and Friends.'"

"Holy shit, Megumi," you groan, shifting slightly to alleviate the pressure on your chest. "You have a way with words."

"Hey, it's a gift," he replies, his voice strained.

Minutes feel like hours, every second dragging as you fight for each breath. The sounds of chaos outside the bus filter through, but they feel distant, almost unreal. Sirens, shouted orders and the hiss of extinguishers are faint background noise compared to the oppressive reality of your situation.

"Think we'll make the evening news?" you wheeze, trying to keep your voice light.

Megumi manages a weak chuckle. "Maybe they'll call it 'Bus Tragedy: Two Survivors and a Smelly Fatso.'"

"Hey, give the guy some respect," you retort, grimacing in pain. "He's our ticket to fame."

Outside, the firefighters work frantically, pulling bodies from the wreckage. Their faces are grim as they navigate the twisted metal and shattered glass. Levi, the captain, directs the efforts with a steely gaze. He's seen a lot in his career, but the sheer devastation of this scene is heart-wrenching.

Jean hauls a body out, his expression hardening as he glances back into the bus. "How many more, Captain?"

Levi doesn't answer immediately, his attention caught by the faint sound of laughter coming from inside the wreckage. It's so out of place, so bizarre amidst the carnage, that it takes him a moment to process it.

"Do you hear that?" Connie asks, pausing beside Levi.

Levi nods, frowning. "Yeah, I hear it. Keep pulling bodies out. Do not judge them for laughing, they're probably in shock and trying to cope"

The team works with renewed urgency, driven by the faint but unmistakable sound of laughter. As they pull away more debris, the source becomes clearer. Two young adults, battered and bloodied, are trapped under a pile of bodies, holding hands and exchanging dark jokes to cope.

"If I don't make it, tell Mom I went out fighting Smelly McFatso," Megumi says, his voice a strained whisper.

"Megumi, Mom's dead," you remind him, managing a pained smile.

"Then tell her when you see her," he replies, coughing.

"Hey, maybe she's got a comfy spot saved for us," you retort, trying to keep the mood light as the firefighters work frantically around you. "Hopefully not next to our new friend, though."

"Oh God, please no," Megumi groans, wincing as another piece of debris is moved, relieving some of the pressure on his legs. "I'd rather haunt the bus station."

"You know," you say, wincing as a particularly heavy body is lifted off you, "if this is the afterlife, it seriously needs a redesign."

Megumi chuckles weakly, his voice strained. "Yeah, I was expecting more clouds and harps, fewer dead bodies and stink."

Levi, who's now close enough to hear you, shakes his head with a faint smile. "Just hold on a bit longer. We're almost there."

"Hey," Megumi gasps, "think we can get a refund on this bus ride?"

Levi doesn't miss a beat. "I'll see what I can do."

"If we get out of here, I'm leaving a review," You mutter. "Zero stars, do not recommend, may be crushed by corpses"

Megumi snorts, squeezing your hand as the firefighters work above you. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the last of the debris is lifted, and you and Megumi are gently pulled free. The fresh air hits you like a blessing, though it's tainted with the scent of smoke and blood. You take a deep breath, savouring the relief despite the pain.

As the rescuers help you to safety, a horde of news anchors and journalists surge towards you, shouting invasive questions. The chaos is overwhelming, their voices blending into a cacophony of noise. You and Megumi, dazed and in pain, try to shield your faces from the relentless flashes of cameras.

"Are you the only survivors?"

"How do you feel right now?"

"Can you describe what happened?"

You wince as a particularly aggressive reporter shoves a microphone into your face. "How does it feel to be covered in other people's blood?"

Before you can respond, another reporter grabs Megumi by the arm. "What were your last words to each other, thinking you were going to die?"

"Get the fuck off me!" Megumi snaps, trying to pull away, but the reporter's grip is firm.

Jean, Connie, and Levi quickly move to shield you both, pushing back the reporters. "Back off!" Jean yells, his face set in a hard line. "Give them some space!"

Connie places a hand on your shoulder, guiding you away from the chaos. "Let's get you to the medics," he says gently, his concern evident despite the tough exterior.

As you're led away, the rude comments continue to fly. "Those cuts are going to leave some nasty scars," one reporter sneers. "Real shame for such young faces."

Another reaches out, trying to grab you again, but Levi steps in, his expression thunderous. "I said back off!" His authoritative tone finally makes the crowd of journalists hesitate.

You and Megumi are ushered to a nearby ambulance where Historia and Eren are waiting with first aid kits. Historia's face is a mask of calm as she carefully cleans the gash on your forehead, her touch gentle but firm.

"These are going to leave scars," she says softly, meeting your eyes with a kind yet serious expression. "But they'll heal well with time."

Eren is working on Megumi, dabbing at the cut on his cheek and eyebrow with careful precision. "You'll look tough with these scars," he says. "Chicks dig scars, right?"

Megumi chuckles weakly. "Not exactly my demographic."

As Eren finishes, he gives Megumi a thoughtful look. "You know, once you're feeling better... would you like to go out sometime? Maybe grab a coffee?"

Megumi blinks, momentarily taken aback. "You're asking me out? Now?"

Eren shrugs, a small smile playing on his lips. "Life's short. Why not?"

Megumi laughs, the sound lighter than it's been since the crash. "Alright, why not? Coffee sounds good."

You watch the exchange with a faint smile, feeling a strange sense of normalcy returning. Historia finishes tending to your wounds and stands back, her eyes lingering on your face.

"You know," she begins, her tone slightly hesitant but hopeful, "I think you're incredibly brave. And I'd love to get to know you better. Maybe we could go out sometime, too?"

You're surprised but pleasantly so. "Are you asking for my number?" you ask, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips despite the pain.

"Yes, I am," Historia replies, her own smile warm and genuine. "What do you say?"

"I'd like that," you respond, feeling a spark of something hopeful and new amidst the chaos of the day.

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noodyl-blasstal · 1 month ago

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Neverwinter Castle - Ch6

Sometimes you have to come at things from a different angle. Enjoy @blupjeansweek day 6.

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“You ready?” Lup joins Barry on the balcony. Her high breeches fall just below the knee, her shoes are suitably ridiculous, and her collar is wide enough that she isn’t convinced she can safely hug Barry for luck unless she approaches from a specific angle.

“I like your mantle.” Barry gives her outfit an approving once over. She’s pretty confident it’s the outfit anyway, the shape of her is barely visible in the hugeness of the layers, the massive ceremonial key, and the chains. Although it is Barry, so who could say.

“You don’t look bad yourself, my lord.” Lup gives a small bow befitting of her chamberlain-ly status.

“Thanks Lup.” He pulls at the neckline. “I hate this cloak, it’s so itchy. Taako threatened to fireball me if I wore my jeans, and I’m not sure that he would be able to, but I don’t want to run the risk of finding out.”

“Wise.” Lup nods. She appreciates how well Barry and Taako get on, the twins were a package deal and Barry had accepted extra postage costs years ago. There was no escape from them.

“So what’s the plot this year? The handsome lord running off with his favourite knight again?”

“No.” Barry says too quickly.

“Why not? It’s a classic for a reason.” Lup prods. Surely he hadn’t gotten sick of Julia carrying him off into the sunset.

“...And what if the lord of the castle was more concerned with his chamberlain?” Barry met her eyes, his smile twitches briefly, enough to reveal his nerves.

“Is it because I already have a key to your bedroom?” Lup asks, bouncing her eyebrows.

“No… Lup… Uh…” Barry groans. “I was trying to segue… er… You know, I’ve been trying to ask you… to ask right, but I think maybe, well. I need to, er, ask wrong.”

Oh shit, okay, it’s happening? It’s happening. Fucking finally! She works hard not to punch the air or do some kind of victorious raptor screech. One conversation, they both know where they stand, and it’d better be next to each other at some kind of alter.

“So… you just need to really shit the bed on it?” Lup asks, trying to keep her tone as casual as possible.

“Uh huh. Awful, terrible job, embarrassed to tell our friends about it levels.” Barry's smiling now, more confident, more comfortable.

“Hmm, well that sounds like it might require some forward planning.” Lup raises an eyebrow.

“Nope! Just something off the cuff. Something, like, would the chamberlin like to use his key to bring my bedchambers into disrepute?” Barry looks so pleased with himself that Lup can't help laughing.

“Yeah, okay, after this is over if either of us have any energy left I'll come and unlock all your doors, babe.”

“No wait, I can keep going. I'd like to appoint you as my favourite.” Barry awkwardly shoots some finger guns her way. It should look out of place in his lordly garb, but he looks so cheerful that she couldn't find it in her to think it was anything other than perfect.

Lup's composure breaks and she barks out a laugh. “Barold, is this you declaring your intention to acknowledge that we're dating?”

“Yep. I'd love to gild your key.” He grins happily.

“Atrocious. Are they all themed around our roles today?” Lup hates how much she is going to relish telling this story.

Barry considers the question for a moment. “I… uh… I have some worse ones. They're not themed.”

“Go on.” Lup has no idea what to expect at this point. She loves it.

“I… uh… wait.” Barry shuffles backwards. He's already grimacing, this has to be bad. Barry crooks a finger at her and waits expectantly.

Lup raises an eyebrow, but steps forward nonetheless.

“I…” Barry wheezes out an uncomfortable laugh. “I made you come with one finger, just think about what I could do with all five.” He grimaces his way through the end of the line, then laughs, no doubt surprised and delighted with the ridiculousness.

He’s not the only one, Lup's gone too. She’s laughing so hard she knows her eyes are streaming and there’s nothing she can do to stop it right now. She slumps into Barry, laughing too much to hold herself up. He catches her, just like she knew he would.

“I think that's… the worst thing I've… ever said.” Barry chokes out between laughs. He sounds positively delighted. “But I said it to the best person.”

“Yeah?” Lup pulls herself together enough to look up and see Barry smiling down.

“My favourite person. The person I’d like to spend the rest of my life with, I think.” Barry reaches out a tentative hand, giving her plenty of time to move away if she wants to. She stays put and lets him cup her face, presses her cheek into his palm, and hopes.

“I love you Lup. Not friendswise, well, not just friendswise.” Barry looks less stressed than he has in months, it’s frankly miraculous - the joy of ticking off the joust and a love confession in one day, she supposes. It’s clearly good for him. “I wanted to ask you to be my girlfriend, but that doesn’t feel right, it’s uh, well, it’s more than that.”

“I guess we’d just best skip to wife then? Lik ” Lup shrugs casually.

Then Barry’s laughing and leaning forward to kiss her, but she’s surging up to meet him because she’s waited too long not to. They’d kissed before, sure, but not as anything more than friends. But now? Drs Bluejeans-Tacco.

“I think my Mum would be angry if we suddenly got married without her, especially if we roped Davenport in to do it and you were still dressed like that.”

“Taako might possibly have some thoughts. Just a few. Nothing dramatic. Also, what exactly is wrong with cha’girl’s outfit, she’s absolutely rocking the weird shoes.”

“We could be engaged to be engaged?” Barry suggests.

“Need to go ring shopping?”

“Well, do you just have one around ‘in case of emergency?” Barry looks intrigued by the prospect she might.

“What kind of emergenc…?” Lup begins to ask.

Barry points at them. “This one, mostly.”

“Oh, did you think this was a possibility?” Lup asks.

“Uh… fair point. Did it work though?”

“I do.” Lup says. It doesn’t track, but Barry will get it. Hopefully that means they can kiss again.

“I double do.” Barry grins again, and Lup has no idea what his face does next because she’s too busy kissing him.

–

“So you think you’re half engaged?” Taako asked.

“Yep.”

“But you didn’t actually discuss that bit too much because you had…” Taako pulls a face as he throws up some air quotes “...other business to attend to.”

“Yep.”

“Gross.” Taako tries his best to pull a face, but she can see the pride shining through.

#Blupjeans Week 2025 #Noodyl Writes #Blupjeans #Blupjeans Week #I am very very tired and kept falling asleep while trying to proof read

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starsomens · 2 years ago

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Noah x reader with scene 14 and dialogues 1 & 9 please? 🖤🥹 fluff to start but no harm in adding in some NSFW 😉

Note: I put a lil twist in it! I hope this is okay!

Wantings: slight smut! 80% implied 20% written smut! But not a full on smut! Maybe a part 2 even ????? Some angst to fluff with some smut!

14: Embraces from behind where the other person nuzzles their nose into your neck; 1:"Stay with me tonight. please.", 9"you're absolutely perfect in my eyes."

The crowd roared in applause as you watch Noah close the show once again. That was it, the end of this tour and just like the others in the past, this was amazing as it was tiring. You were one of their staff and nothing more. The first thing you were ever told when finding bands to help on tour was

“Never get involved"

You had thought to yourself "this is a job, I'm not going to fall in love. That's silly" Now that is what you ha said at the start of this job. You tour with Bad Omens, male sure they're on time, things are in place, reservations are in order and of course helping with the band members as well. They were all so sweet and talented and honestly just a pleasure to work with.

Then there was Noah. Noah Sebastian, lead vocalist, song writer, producer of the band. He also holds the title of holding your heart captive. You never intended for it to go this way, you were trying to not get involved like they told you. At first it was just some glances that turned into conversations. Conversations would lead into the late night, where you scooch closer to one another. Hugs and handshakes lingered until one day it just snapped. Flirting became, soft touches, soft touches became caresses, caresses became kisses. Then it happened again...and again...and again...and again...and again. Until one day, during one his performances, he made eye contact with you during 'Bad Decisions' and you felt your heart sink into your stomach. Not in fear...no this feeling was scarier than fear...

"You can be all I got what the difference?" It was the way he looked at you when he said it. There was a gaze in his eyes as he breathed out the words. His eyes were deep and meaningful, like he was screaming something that couldn't be heard and it felt as though time had slowed down. "You and me and a lot of bad decisions. All I know..."

Bad decisions huh?

It was after about 7 months into your job thag you realized what it was that you wanted. You wanted Noah. You wanted to be with him and he's told you the same thing. He's offered for you to even keep your job if you wanted but, he wanted you to be his as much as you wanted him....but it couldn't be. So you made a very hard decision to leave. It would be better that way. So on the day you gave your 2 weeks notice you had asked Noah if you could stop by to talk with him. You had no idea how you'd tell him, let alone face him knowing you were going to leave.

So here you stood at his door waiting for him to answer. The setting sun blinging you as your palms were sweaty, your heart ached yet it drummed against your chest violently. You could hear Harper barking as he unlocked the door. He answered with a smile to which you had became accustomed to.

"Hey, come in. I'm really glad you stopped by today" he said enthusiastically, it was so out of his nature compared to who he was on stage. "How have you been?" he asked as he closed the door behind you

"I've been alright a little bus-" he cuts you off in a tight hug. Oh god, they way you could melt right there and then, so soft, warm and safe

“ listen I have something I really want to talk to you about.” he says, as he pulls away from you, resting his hands on your shoulders, giving him a slight squeeze. Some thing he would always do before he getting ready to go out on stage

"I do too Noah, let's sit down" you take his hand and lead him over to the sofa. After taking your seats his hand naturally lands on your knee, a habit he had grown into

"Look Noah I won't beat around the bush or lead you on and just come out with it...." you could see his face fall into a face of worry, his mind already jumping to conclusions. "...I'm not...going to be working with you...all anymore" you confess without even looking him the eye. You couldn't. If you looked at him now, you knew you wouldn't be able to walk away

"What? What do you mean? Did they fire you? They can't do that!"

"No they didn't I....I quit...." you tell him feeling your heart race and your palms sweat. You didn't want him to be upset or to panic

"You...you quit?" he seemed hurt from what you said "Was it....did I do something? Y/N, if I did I am so sorry I just wanted-"

"No, no it wasn't you Noah, I just...it's not...ugh" you take a deep breath and let it out "We are...very different Noah. You're this talented man in a band who is growing rapidly and with success you absolutely deserve and more" a tear finally falling from you eye as you verbally bring your thought into light "I'm just....someone who helps and I just don't fit in your world Noah. I'm just someone who you ran into. Not someone you could be with. I care about you and I love spending time with you and i....I...." you wanted to say it, it was killing you not to! But it just didn't come out

"Y/N...none of that is true" his spoke softly, his large hands cup your face. Holding you so gently, like you were made of glass, "None of it! Y/N I can't force you to work there but I want you to be with me. I want you to be mine, please..." he lowered his head to meet your eyes. His eyes pleading for you to understand what he was saying "Y/N, these past few months have been the best I have ever experienced and it's because of you. You are so much more than you say, so what if I'm in a band. I still care about you and want you in my life."

Your hands come up to hold his large hands "Noah I...I-I..." you sniff and shut your eyes "i have to go.." you say softly and stand from your spot quickly and make you way to the door

"Y/N, wait!" He stood up after you. He just couldn’t let you go. He felt like he found something he wasn’t supposed to lose. Just as your hand touch the door knob, he stopped you. His arms circling around you. Your back close to his chest and his head fell into your neck. He hold you tightly against him not planning on letting you get away.

Practically feel his heart beating against his chest. “ please don’t go not like this.” he said, breaking the silence. “ I feel so bad for you and I don’t want to lose it. After all this time I have feelings for you. I know we come from different place and you think we can’t be but we can! None of that matters…you matter to me…” your hands come to rest over his own arms hugging him back

“Noah I…..have feeling for you too….but I-“

“But nothing!” He cuts you off and turns you around “you absolutely perfect in my eyes. Perfect...in everyway” he rested his forehead on yours. His dark eyes staring into your E/C ones. His eyes flicker down to your lips and back to your eyes. His face inching closer to yours. His soft lips brush against yours

"Stay with me tonight...please.." he whispered against your lips

"noah..." you subconsciously call out to him before he crashes down on to your lips. It was different from all the pecks and make out sessions you had. This one was gentle, deep, passionate and full of what you could only know as love. His arm circles around you and pulls you closer into him. He pulls away from you, only enough to catch your breath

"will you stay with me..?" you knew he meant not just for the night. He meant tomorrow, and after that, and even more after that. You nod your head and boldly step forward to reconnect with his lips. You feet stumble together as you move through the house. running into walls, stopping to open doors, fumbling to get clothes off.

Gasps of air and pants filled the room. Your skin against his own, not remembering where you start and he ends. His kisses against your skin felt like fire, leaving marking in your skin forever. Your hands were tangled in his hair, tugging and pulling him closer to you. The weight of his body shifting on top of you, making you feel like nothing you’ve felt before. Was this love? Not just the sex, not just the sneaky kisses, but did you love Noah? For who he was, everything you’ve told him, everything he’s accomplished? Could you live him and could he love you?

“God…Y/N!” He moaned “fuck…Y/N I! Fuck! I love you! Shit I love you!” He moaned loud enough for the entire house to hear. Nothing could have prepared you for that or for

“I love you Noah! Ah!” For that. He falls next to you after hours of passionate sex. This was the first time you were intimate together in that way. It was so much more than you could imagine…it was otherworldly. Noah pulls you close to him and kisses the side of your head

“I hope you know I didn’t say that just because we were having sex”

“I uh…I meant it too..” you admit as you let yourself become vulnerable and let yourself be consumed by his embrace

“I really do love you Y/N. And I want this to be something beautiful and serious” he kissed your forehead again “I’m glad you stayed with me tonight”

You snuggle your face into his chest and smile to yourself

“Me too”

You in fact did stay that night. And the night after that one, and after that one, and after a few more and a few more.

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magicxc · 2 years ago

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Hills and Valleys

Synopsis: Legend has it that Halloween is strictly for the scares. With ghouls and goblins, vampires and werewolves, witches and broomsticks, who could disagree?

However, all this friend group wanted was a little trick or treat. Sprinkle in a few party favors, loud music and a cabin in the woods, the myth was bound to come true.

Lurking around the corner is danger like never before, eager to bring this night to a bloody finish.

So join these friends as they fight to make it through a Hallween they’ll never forget.

Word Count: 2728

Warnings: realisation?

Chapter 5 - Lynnley’s POV

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Stumbling through the blood my knees feel like they're about to give out. I have to physically swallow the vomit that creeps up, pushing through my discomfort for Steph.

Plunking down beside Lenny, I watch in horror the scene that meets me, screaming for answers he refuses to give.

“What the hell is going on Lenny, how did this happen?”

“I don’t fucking know Lynn, for goodness sake make yourself useful.”

“Both of you shut up,” Jason barks. “Dude tell me you got enough service to get us some hel- to get Steph some help.”

The quietness that bounces amidst the still air is deafening and my head starts spinning a mile a minute. There’s no way this is happening to us. Did the killer make their way inside the house? Did Lenny see who did this? But mostly importantly what do we do now?

Leaning over Steph, I beg her to tell me something, anything about how she got in this predicament.

“Stephanie, blink twice if you can hear me babe, please just hang in there for a little while longer. Can you do that for me? For us?” I pleaded. “You know you were always the resilient one of the group, can you please stay strong for a few more minutes? STEPHANIE, we need you,” I sobbed. “Just this once can you do what I ask? Do you always have to be this stubborn?

I so badly want to shake her awake. The slow fluttering of her eyelashes and the small smile that curves at the corner at her lips makes me want to slap her silly.

“Steph, don’t smile like that,” I begged. “Because you know as well as I do that you’re gonna make it out of here. You have to!”

Snot trickles down my nose as the tears race to my cheeks. I can't help the wail that escapes me as I watch Lenny’s hold tighten and his slow rock quicken.

Looking at Steph I notice that her skin seems paler and her eyes are sunken. Her lips are a cold tint of blue while the last bit of blood gradually oozes from the deep gash in her neck. And the smell - its pungency so heavy in the air that I dry heave uncontrollably. It’s an iron metallic type scent, much like if you were to sniff a paperclip. But however simple, I fear it's a scent forever etched into my brain, pulling me back to this exact horrific moment should I ever smell it again.

Eyes tightly squeezed shut, it does nothing against the onslaught of tears, the lump in my throat borderline painful as it swells in discomfort.

Hands clutching my chest, they do very little to ease the thumping of my heart. It feels like my body is caving in on itself, crushed by the literal weight of gravity and this fucked up night. Breathing seems all too distant and my attempts feel pointless. The only thing my body can manage is a desperate scream that tears through my throat once more.

I feel the room start to spin and clutch the bathroom sink for support to high tail it out of there. Bloody prints are the stamp I leave behind, stomach churning at what looks like a crime scene. Eyeing my knees, they’re drenched in the red liquid and I want so badly to crawl out of my skin. A glance into the mirror makes my belly do a backflip - splattered spots of blood lining my face, hair disheveled and damp and limbs that wont stop trembling; much like an addict waiting for their next fix.

Staggering into the hallway, Jason scoops me in his arms where I let out the last bit of tears my body has to offer. Hands firmly wrapped around my waist, he gently sways us, softly whispering words I can't comprehend.

After some time where all my body has to give is light hiccups and a throbbing headache I pull away, muddled and dazed.

Scanning the room I see that Em’s still boxed into the corner of the wall, Steph’s still cradled in Lenny’s arms, and Jason looks as if he’s seen ten ghosts. This night has gone on long enough and it’s about time we get some answers and get the hell out of here.

“Lorenzo, for the love of chips what happened here?”

“Your guess is as good as mine Lynn, take a good fucking look around and stop being stupid for once in your life,” he answered. “I swear you ask the dumbest questions.”

“C’mon Lenny,” Em pipes up. “It’s no need to get nasty, I'm sure you can understand we’re all a bit frazzled here.”

“Well go frazzle us a way outta here cause all you’ve done so far is lost your shit.”

“Guys, I can’t be expected to be the voice of reason the ENTIRE night, please get a grip all of you,” Jason sighs.

“Just who the fuck do you think you are?” I fumed. “You think just because you had us look into a bunch of rooms, you’re the most level headed?”

Pacing the hallways, I open and slam shut every door in my path; screaming out obscenities and frustrations alike. Stomping my heart out, I barge into the coat room and fling about hangers, clothes, and whatever else found itself into my clutches.

“Oh looky here Mr. Seargant sir, I found all these goodies for ya, do yous think yous could help us out the house now?” I mocked.

“Lynn-“

“Six years in service and all you’ve accomplished is learning how to get maced in the face. Maybe if I put a gun in your hand that’d speed things along huh?

“I know even you aren’t THAT dense,” he snarled.

“Yo, chill!” Em shouts.

“And what if I am? Tell me just what the fuck you plan to do about it,” I egg on.

“Bodies of our friends are littered around the property,” Lenny sniffled. “How on earth do you guys find it in you to be angry?”

“HOW ARE YOU NOT? Someone is actively slaughtering us and that doesn’t piss you off even a little?” Emery barks.

“It scares me.”

“Well what scares me even more is that you haven’t said jack shit about what happened here,” she retorts.

“What do you all want me to say? I found Steph this way! The real question is where were all of YOU when this happened?”

“You guys are hopeless, good fucking luck,” Jason spits over his shoulder as he tramples his way to the front of the house.

“Your choice in men never ceases to amaze me,” Em snides.

“Fuck the both of you.”

Gently laying Steph down, Lenny places a soft kiss to her forehead and exits the bathroom, making sure to close the door behind him.

“Guys, who else is in this house besides us?” Lenny questioned. “I mean did y’all hear or see anything that looks like someone may have broken in?”

“Not that I heard off, I was too busy rummaging. But if someone did find their way in the house, they would have had to make their way past Lynn or Jason.”

“I think I would’ve noticed if someone barged through the front door since my face has been glued to the damn deadlock.”

And they say I ask the stupidest questions, pfft. Albeit school wasn’t my strong suit but I could definitely put two and two together. And by the sound of it, it seems like they think the killer is-

Ohhhhh my gosh. Eyes bulging out the sockets, I drag my hands down my face, surely smudging whatever makeup is left of it.Turning to the both of them I breathlessly try to deduce the situation at hand but all that comes out is stuttering blabber; their encouraging head nods urging me to continue, but to no avail. Stopping entirely and back now stiffened, I blew out a few deep breaths, making sure to inhale slowly to really gather my thoughts as insane as they sound.

“Lenny, are you seriously suggesting that the killer stayed behind after the party and is hiding in the house with us?”

“Lynn,” Em groaned. “I think what he’s saying is that one of US is the killer.”

“What-“

“LYNN, think about it,” he whisper shouted. “This is a two bedroom, two story townhouse with no attic or basement. With the five of us searching the rooms and no one breaking inside the unit, that doesn’t really leave enough space to hide now does it?”

“Go on,” I urged.

“Soooo, whoever got to Steph must’ve slipped away from their post while we were all distracted,” Em finished.

“Well it wasn’t me,” I blurted.

Could it really be? Is it possible that one of us is behind this? No, not even! I refuse to consider that. I’ll tear this place apart until I find that son of a bitch. I don't know where or how but I bet they’re burrowed into some cowardice hiding spot like the pussy they are.

Heat pooling in my face and hands squeezed into fists, I ready myself to march in the direction of the rooms, eager to strip it piece by piece, only to be pulled back by Lenny with a firm grip on my forearm.

“No one’s back there,” he reminded. “I think the best thing we can do right about now is wait it out. My parents will be here first thing tomorrow morning, key in hand.”

“Yeah I’m with Lenny, enough of this splitting up shit. Speaking of splitting, where’s your sketchy boy toy?”

“I’m real close to punching you in the face right about now.”

“Enough both of you, let's go,” Lenny growled, dragging us into the foyer.

We meet Jason there who’s at this point trying to pick the lock himself, his hands jittery as opposed to the steady ones I’ve come to know and feel - he’s clearly unnerved. I mean, who wouldn’t be in this situation? And Lenny seriously thinks the killer is one of us? For goodness sake we’ve been trying to tear down this door since forever now. Would the killer really look for a way out of here?

We get Jasons attention and go over the plan, which is about the only solid thing going for us right now. The idea is that one of us has done the deed, when really I think we should give the house another run through. If the person responsible for all of this truly stands in this room then if they try something, we can all attack at once. I’m no super soldier but even I can admit that three on one are pretty good odds. And since Lenny’s parents are set to come here first thing in the morning for one final walk through of the house, we can call the police and let them finish the job.

“So we’re all supposed to be sitting ducks for the killer?” Jason fumed. “Reallll solid Lenny, lets just all gather around and make it easy for em huh?”

“And what about peeing? Are we all expected to go to the bathroom together?” Em questioned.

“Who could stomach such a scene,” I muttered. “I think I’d be better off pissing myself.”

“All this rides on the fact that the killer is working alone anyway am I right? Suddenly two on two doesn’t seem like such a slam dunk after all huh?”

“Just a minute ago we could barely keep our eyes open, are we really expected to sit here fully awake for a few more hours?”

ARE YOU TELLING ME YOU’RE GENUINELY ABLE TO CLOSE YOUR EYES AT A TIME LIKE THIS?”

“All I’m saying is that we should take turns keeping watch.”

“And what happens when it's the killer's turn? Fucking dumbass.”

Firmly rubbing my fingers into my temple it does very little to ease the ache, their constant arguing hurling me closer toward the edge. Albeit, those were all good questions asked, but silly me for thinking that this would be smooth sailing.

Chuckling to myself, I slap my hand over my mouth before it turns into full fledged laughter. Smooth sailing? What the heck am I even talking about. I’m basically living with Em because she thinks she “cheated death.” We’ve found Julez belly up in the lake. Steph is bleeding out on the bathroom floor. Lenny is the closest thing we have to a responsible adult right now. And I’m pretty sure my relationship with Jason is just about finished after tonight. Not to mention all of this has happened in the span of a few hours. Doubling over, tears stream down my face in tandem - ohh boy, nothing about tonight, shit the rest of my life really will be smooth sailing moving forward.

Eventually their bickering dies down and each person settles into their respective corner of the front room. A stare down ensues, with tension thick enough for me to reach out and grab it. Nothing in my life could have prepared me for the day I’d have to look my friends in the face and wonder if they were capable of committing such crimes.

Some time later, Jason breaks the deafening silence, interrogating Lenny on exactly what he was doing before he found Steph, accusations heavy in the question.

“Jason this is what we’re not gonna do,” Em lectured. “Let's just focus on staying alive long enough to get out of this house before we start throwing suspicions on each other.”

“The fact of the matter is he and Julez weren’t exactly on the best of terms and from what sugars told me, he couldn’t quite finagle his way into Stephs heart the same way he could her pants.”

“Dude! I swear I love your inquisitive nature but NOT at a time like this,” I pleaded.

“All I’m saying is everyone who's had an issue with Lorenzo has somehow ended up dead tonight so I suggest we all stay on his good side.”

“Bro, I'm not even gonna argue with you. Just know, once we get outside that’s your ass.”

“What’s with the scrutiny all of a sudden?” Em challenged. “You know I could say the same for you Jason, the same for all of us really; cause where was anyone when our friends were fighting for their lives?” she sniffled. “All we have to do is sit here til sunrise and we can’t even do that.”

As awkward as it was, I actually prefer the quiet. If it means that a screaming match breaks out every time someone speaks, then I’m happy just sitting here.

But then again, left with nothing but my thoughts scares me even more. I haven't heard so much as a floorboard creak since we’ve been down here. Could it really be that no one else is in this house and one of us is truly guilty? I can’t imagine sitting here til sunrise with thoughts like that bouncing around my cranium. I need answers and I need them now.

“So, you’re telling me that you guys actually did that to people. Isn’t that like, illegal?”

“Only if someone were to find out,” he answered. “Besides they were bad guys.”

“Yes but Jason, that’s literally inhumane, how could you even stomach that?”

“When you have people that you care about and motherfuckers who threaten their safety and that of the country, suddenly your tolerance level drops a whole lot lower.”

“I see,” I faltered. “Did it at least help? Did you all ever get the answers that you needed?”

“Most times.”

“Most times?”

“Hey, it worked about 90% of the time and last I checked, that’s still an A.”

“Sure but even today I’m sure there are more tactical ways to get people talking, that’s just pure torture,” I cried.

“That’s the point sugar, it’s a form of torture, used as an interrogation technique. And it’s because of people like me, that you can sleep soundly at night.”

Though I understood where Jason stood on the matter, I never agreed to the ways they got people talking; until now. Eyes darting around the room, suddenly waterboarding seemed plausible.

It’s not a matter of threatening safety because that line has been crossed, now is a matter of surviving; and I’ll be damned if I don't.

#Emmy Writes #Emmy Tries #SpookySzn #Halloween Kills #Halloween Series #Halloween #Hills and Valleys #Original Story and Characters #Horror #uhmm wow #this is heavy #tha crew is WILDING

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vivasity · 2 years ago

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To Love Another - Kassidas

Chapter 1 | 2 | Ao3

Source: Assassin's Creed Odyssey

Pairing: Kassandra/Brasidas

Chapter Warnings/Tags: piv sex, be better than this use protection don't risk sand getting in places it shouldn't be, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, they're still on a beach, anyway final warning here's the porn

Word Count: 2.5k

Chapter 2 - Playing in the Sand

Rating: Explicit (18+!!)

"Always, Brasidas." Kassandra murmured, pressing a kiss to his temple. She held him close, letting herself melt against him. He continued to press gentle kisses against her neck, and it reignited the fires low in her belly, pleasant tingles running up her spine.

After a brief pause, the older man gently pressed his teeth into her shoulder at the base of her neck, and she canted her hips down in response, a huff of air rushing out from her lips now parted in surprise. Brasidas muffled a groan against her neck, feeling the heat of her through her smallclothes. He was almost painfully hard himself, the last thing he wanted was to scare her off by coming on too strong, but by now she had to notice. The idea of her enjoying this as much as he was sent a thrill down his spine, and his cock twitched against her. She gasped, breath hot and heavy next to his ear and he had to fight the impulse to immediately strip her of her armour.

Kassandra leaned back just enough that she could capture his lips in a hungry kiss, impatient now that she knew what he wanted. To say that she wanted to have sex with him felt like an understatement, she wanted him completely and it nearly terrified her. She had more pressing concerns, however, like the delicious feeling of his cock against her core. Were it not for the thick linen she wore beneath her leather armour she would easily be ruining his chiton. His hands on her hips spurred her further, gently encouraging her to move her hips against his own.

Their tongues passed over one another, a sensuous slide that left Kassandra lightheaded, and she fumbled with the straps on his armour without breaking the kiss. When he smiled against her lips, lifting his hands to assist, she practically growled. Finally breaking the kiss the man stifled a laugh, his eyes sparkling with mirth.

"Please, let me help. It'll be easier." Brasidas offered gently, and Kassandra couldn't hide the pout that followed. She removed the straps of her own armour, grateful it was two individual pieces instead of one. Sliding the armour away from her torso, she was left with only her strophic covering her chest. As Brasidas removed his breastplate and let it drop with a heavy thud into the sand behind them, left only with his tassets and chiton. Kassandra stood, her gaze still locked onto Brasidas as she removed her own tassets, the modified chiton falling away just as easily in a puddle of scarlet linen at her feet. He watched her with hunger in his eyes, watching as her lithe body was revealed to him. He hastened, undoing the ties that held his tassets together. The chiton beneath was easy enough, and he barked out a laugh when Kassandra lightly smacked away the hand that had begun to remove the pin. Dropping effortlessly to her knees to straddle him again, and as his chiton pooled around his hips he tensed slightly as her hands found their way to his chest.

Years as a soldier did amazing things for his physical condition, and he was proud to have this goddess of a woman marvelling at his body as if he was not mesmerized by her own. He ran his hands along her thighs, feeling each muscle tense in response. Tracing his fingertips along the edge of her perizoma, he delighted in the goosebumps it raised on her skin, the shuddering breath she took in as she splayed her hands over his abdomen. She dragged her nails along her skin until her fingertips brushed over his length through the linen that felt far too heavy and he stuttered out a plea, the words dying on his lips when her hand wrapped firmly around him through the fabric.

"The great Brasidas of Sparta does not disappoint." Kassandra teased, tugging the fabric down slowly to reveal all of him, her eyes glued to every inch of him - painstakingly revealed as she dragged the fabric away, tossing it to the sand with the rest. Her lower lip caught itself between her teeth, eyeing him hungrily as his cock jumped at the attention. She raised her hands, removing her own smallclothes slowly, her gaze locked onto Brasidas as he watched her.

"By the Gods Kassandra," He murmured, awestruck, "you are perfect." He finished as the linen fell away from her chest and finally her hips, exposing all of her to him. Bathed in dawn's light, she looked carved from stone. Sharp muscles and strong lines give way to the soft fullness of her breasts, the planes of her stomach ending in the neat brown curls at the apex of her thighs. Brasidas was mesmerized, feeling his cock pulse with need in time with his heartbeat, heat pooling low in his stomach. Reaching towards her, he brought his mouth to her chest, taking her nipple into his mouth and lavishing it with his tongue.

Her reaction was immediate, her hands coming up to cradle the back of his head as her back arched slightly. The breathy moan of his name spurring him on further to tease the neglected nipple with his fingertips. She ground herself against him and he moaned at how wet she already was for him, coating him in her slick. Kassandra groaned, her hips moving instinctively.

"I've waited too long for this Brasidas," she began, voice thick with want, "we can take our time later, I want you now." She was practically begging, and Brasidas was briefly stunned into silence. He separated himself with a slick pop and let his hands slide to her hips, guiding her movement as he let out a low groan.

"I don't want to hurt you, Kass," Brasidas murmured softly, and her heart swelled with affection, the nickname rolling off his tongue so easily. Grinning, she pressed her hands firmly into Brasidas' chest until he fell back into the sand.

"I'd like to see you try." She teased, leaning down to him to press her lips to his neck in open-mouthed kisses. The soldier shuddered under her, his cock twitching against her core. She missed his own answering grin, his arms sneaking around her thighs.

"If that's the way it's going," He conceded, before quickly leveraging Kassandra onto her back, her thighs held in his hands as he crowded close to her, cock nudging her entrance already making a mess on the inside of her thighs. Her mouth open in shock, Brasidas took the opportunity to begin nudging the head of his cock into her, eyes falling shut at the way she enveloped him, opening them again to lock onto her face as she moaned wantonly. He pressed forward slowly, fighting every urge to slam his hips against hers and keep her at his mercy. He continued like that until he bottomed out, finally, watching the misthios closely for any discomfort. When he slipped his hands from her thighs - one on the ground beside her, and the other a gentle weight on her lower stomach, holding her in place - her powerful legs wrapped around his middle, pulling him closer still.

"Please Brasidas," Kassandra whined, her nails scratching lightly over his chest. "I need you, all of you." Her eyes half-lidded with desire, Brasidas couldn't possibly deny her. He pulled out slowly, just leaving the tip of his cock nestled in her, before slamming his hips back down. The action choked a moan out of both of them, Brasidas was certainly above average, deliciously thick and Kassandra let her head fall back into the sand. "Fuck... you feel so good." She sighed, her hand coming up to fondle her own breast, gently teasing her nipple while he steadily fucked into her.

"By the Gods, Kassandra. You're so tight, why did we wait so long for this?" He groaned as his hips picked up a punishing rhythm, shifting his hand to her hips to pull himself flush against her with every thrust.

It was obscene, Kassandra giving punched-out little moans with every thrust, Brasidas practically growling as he pumped into her, the slick sounds of each thrust punctuated with every snap of his hips. It was messy and desperate and everything they both needed in the moment, and when the soldier pressed his fingertips to her clit, her back arched and she practically screamed his name in her orgasm. Her thighs tensing around his body, he fucked her through it, slowing just enough to keep her coasting without overstimulating her.

"Brasidas, please, ah-" She cut herself off with a moan and a breathy string of curses, her thoughts lost to the wind as the waves lapped at the shore a few feet away. He leaned down to her, kissing her fiercely, his tongue running along her own in a way that made his cock throb within her. Her cunt pulsed in response and it took more of his willpower than he would have liked to stop himself from spilling into her then and there. Her walls fluttered around him, driving him crazy as he forced himself to keep the pace steady.

"Brasidas," Kassandra pleaded, looking blissed out in a way Brasidas had only dreamed of. "Please, I need more. I want more of you." She begged softly, and his heart leapt in his chest. Never in his wildest dreams did he actually think his longing for the misthios was reciprocated, to have the most dangerous woman in the Greek world begging for him? It nearly made him swoon. Instead, he grinned and shifted further up the sand on his knees. He slipped his hands under her knees, pushing them up to her chest and effectively having her bent in half.

"Let's see how much you can take then, hm?" The man teased, and Kassandra barely had time to answer with a grin of her own before he set a brutal, unrelenting pace. Each thrust backed by his Spartan strength, hitting so much deeper at this new angle. Kassandra let her head fall back into the sand with a dull thud, reaching down to tease her clit as she fondled her own breast, lost in the pleasure. Brasidas relished in the opportunity to watch her in rapture, chasing his own impending release as her walls bore down on him ever tighter. Lost in the passion, Kassandra mumbled broken pleas and words of worship that would make even Zeus blush, and Brasidas found himself pressing his forehead to hers, snapping his hips against hers with every thrust.

Kassandra was close, and it felt different from before, the wave that was threatening to wash over her was so much bigger and more powerful. She practically begged for Brasidas to give her everything, how much of it made sense she had no idea. Completely lost in the throes of pleasure building within her. "Brasidas, I'm so close, please." She keened, becoming desperate. With others she usually took the role of being in charge, making the rules, setting the pace. It was wonderful to have someone else do it for of, to be taken care of so completely. The thought alone made her cunt pulse with want, tension pooling in her belly. His thrusts became erratic, his expression twisted in concentration as he began to falter.

"You have to come for me first, Kassandra." He gently commanded, voice soft and persuasive. That was all it took, her orgasm tearing through her like lightning. Her back arched, as much as it could with him still holding her legs to her chest, practically screaming his name and a litany of curses.

Seeing Kassandra come apart under him finally brought him over the edge, using what was left of his thought process to pull out and spill his release onto her stomach. He panted heavily, releasing the grip on her thighs which she gratefully let fall to the sand. They were both slick with sweat, holding each other gently while they took a moment to catch their breath. When Kassandra opened her eyes again, they were practically alight with satisfaction. She looked positively fucked out, Brasidas faring no better, smug satisfaction painted across his face.

Reaching behind the two of them, Brasidas grabbed his discarded himaton and used to gently wipe the mess from Kassandra and himself, the scratch of the linen on his oversensitive skin making him shiver. Looking back to the woman still laying on the sand, he smiled at the look in her eyes, pure adoration that he was sure was mirrored in his own gaze.

"That was easily the best sex I've had in my life." Kassandra said bluntly, breaking the silence between them. Brasidas laughed in response, gathering their discarded clothing and shaking the sand off gently. When he turned back Kassandra was already standing, gently plucking her smallclothes from his arms and slipping them back on again. He began the process of putting his own clothing on, comfortable in the silence as he adjusted the closures on his armour.

It was well into dawn when they were finished, both looking as though nothing had changed. Everything had changed though, and Brasidas didn't know what to do now. He wanted to stay with her, to keep her in Sparta or to follow her around the Greek world and beyond, but the words were stuck in his throat. He knew her, and he knew she never settled for long.

"Come with me, on the Adrestia." Kassandra interrupted suddenly, breaking his train of thought. Brasidas paused, stunned for a moment before he spoke.

"Seriously?" He asked, kicking himself already.

"I mean it!" She retorted, crossing her arms defensively. "I've missed you," she continued, her tone gentle as though she were shy. "I've denied what I feel for you for so long, I'm not ready to settle down in Sparta yet, but if you'd like you can sail with me. See the world with me, I have more journeys to take and I want to take them with you." She reasoned, and if he wasn't already in love with her that easily would have sealed his fate. Maybe the Gods do like him, at least a little bit. He smiled, taking a step closer and capturing her lips in a tender kiss, pouring all the affection he could in the gentle press of his lips to her own.

"I'd love to, Kassandra." He murmured against her lips, and she smiled into the next kiss, and the next.

They stayed like that for a while, exchanging tender kisses on a battlefield that changed their lives, until they left hand in hand towards the dock where the Adrestia waited for them both.

"So where are we going first?" Brasidas asked as the sails of the Adrestia came into view.

"I'm not sure, an old friend, Alethia, reached out to me recently, I think I have to help her." Kassandra mused, she had put off the trip for three days already before she got Brasida's message. Perhaps they could see what the Isu needed now, together.

"Alethia? You've made friends other than me?" Brasidas teased, gently nudging Kassandra with his shoulder.

"Oh trust me, there is a lot to catch you up on Brasidas. I'll tell you on the way." She promised, and Brasidas grinned next to her as they wove their way through the dock.

They had all the time in the world.

#my writing #to love another #kassidas #ac odyssey #kassandra #brasidas #assassins creed fanfiction #smut #hhhhhhhhh i still dont know how i feel about this but i may as well get it over with #im probably not taggin this right pls lmk

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your-regina · 2 years ago

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It barks at no one else but me

I guess you all are up there in your high horse because you don't lack pieces like I do. Even after I've learnt what pains you I know you don't think I ache at all, not really.

From your perspective I bet this is still a completely personal problem. It's not that I'm struggling or suffering, it's just that I'm an aching wound, simply meant to pass. You've never had eyes glinting as you walk, whispers and barely contained chuckles when you never meant to joke. I just know you never hid in a library, beneath the stairs, inside the bathroom. The things I suffered for, I know you think they're my fault.

I know what I am, no need to hear it from anyone else anymore. I'm forever estranged from the spaces all of you inhabit. And the reason continues to elude me, because I've been denied all possible explanation for it.

Sometimes I remember the first time I went to a circus. I must have been around 5 but the memory stuck with me forever, mainly because of one particular act; during the elephant show I remember being marveled at their look at first, but even as a little child I couldn't help but feel something miserable emanating from their image. At one point of the show, the trainers instructed one of them to drop to its knees, which it did so abruptly I felt pain as well. The trainer had a whip and he would swing it around and hit the animal every now and then, yelling for it to start walking on its knees. I wasn't the elephant, I was a little girl at the back of a circus, but I felt something my young mind couldn't yet put into words. You all make me feel like an elephant walking on its knees to entertain you.

I love to hear you laugh, even when I can't laugh myself. It's somehow enough for me to be near the living, to hear voices and see the way normalcy works. Sometimes I want to stare at groups of people just to hear them speak, to know just how that is supposed to be. I know my conversation is rather odd, I've never been able to perfectly replicate the things I hear from others.

I learnt to laugh very late in life, and now I face the issue of laughing even when I'm not supposed to. I don't know what others want to hear and I don't know how to joke naturally. I'm always scared of offending people so I tend not to ever try to get too bold with my conversation. Just talk about the weather, repeat what they said with different words, agree 9 out of 10 times to not look too suspicious. I just have to survive somehow, they can't possibly expect me to just lay down somewhere to die, even if that's what I'm always meaning to do.

Please, anything but being misunderstood, I can take anything, but never that. I want to be punished for the bad things I've done, but please don't let me be punished for something I never meant to do. But what am I supposed to do? I'm cut out of lives like poison ivy, no room for talk. And I can only try to imagine what part of my play went wrong, just where did I mess the script up?

#Spotify

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the-firebird69 · 2 years ago

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The question is come up but what about the planetoids and the answer is that they are going to begin the attack momentarily and they're trying to threaten our son too and it's bad very bad and they're going after stan. After Time we'll have to stand in for stan. Max will too they say and I'm going to go ahead and plan on that. And yes they agree I understand is fighting though and others are helping and it is a nightmare we are going to take these idiots out at the knees they're so dumb and gross okay they go along with the clothes and they're all killed off after.

Stan lost another million ships in the Western Jefferson and all those millions 300,000 were shield chips and they were above Michigan and Indiana. Feels about a million left over the upper Midwest and none over the Midwest but he has about 4 million ships and they are beginning their tax in the eastern hemisphere and he's not very pleased and with the 300,000 ships they lost they still took about a million and Mac is working on it and in the upper Midwest they are pouring in where he is in his force in great numbers huge numbers it's probably 1 billion people a minute so he started to use the heavy barking and so what hes still using it. The point is that he's occupied and this is in Ohio and West Virginia and western Pennsylvania and up in parts of Canada so what we're doing is raiding, usually he just devastates the force they just keep coming so as they're leaving we're pulling everything out it's kind of cheesy but that's what Trump used to do to areas and ours were left with nothing and he's left with nothing and it looks like Billy z

Thor Freya

We hope you're getting the message from you screw around with him and it's not helping for whichever reason it's not very scientific you don't need to be an analyst and you should have been able to figure it out and apparently not. I've been around you for a while and I know that you're just not listening and you're stupid now. There's a ton of people going to the Utah and North Port Florida and here and across the way and they're all looking to see what happened to d and JC and they're finding out that the clones have the secret and they took them and he was right and he says that Trump may have been sitting on it but he doesn't sit on things right and it would have taken longer elsewhere because that's where he was and it's a lot more than him doing it and it really is that's a huge Force to it and speaking of huge forces and he says yes Hera go ahead, this is a giant Force that the warlock have ready it is humongous is the largest Force I've ever seen anyone assemble it's bigger than our Force up north of nights in white satin. And it is growing all over the world they have these pick up points and they're getting ready right now they all have uniforms they all have weapons and the uniforms look like NATO but space version and they're all ready to go at these pieces of crap they said he also said we know how to operate the weaponry and they didn't put up much of a fight this time compared to last time and the more luck yeah I would probably get a lot more than that and clothes have been doing that lately so they're going up there shortly and once it hits the fan they are going to be killed all over the world by clones and they will be engaging clothes no matter what they're doing there's going to be a lot of surprised idiots

Hera

Zues

Oh I can't wait I can hear why why all over the damn world was saying why right here I'm going to attack the clothes and Tommy f and it will be done stop War all over the world just like I said if you sit there asking why well good riddance it's so damn dumb no one can help you, we're in a war with our persecutor so get real

Bja

There's a lot of people out there you don't understand this and we're going to send out an infomercial and warnings and more I'm going to put stuff out there okay we have to

Trump

I got one ready and I'm sending to get now

Sarah

Don't ever take me online dish you f****** fool and goodbye and good riddance

Sherry

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elizabethemerald · 2 years ago

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Flying Grason and Circus Gothica DPxDC

AO3

Prompt by @hypewinter ;

Richard Grayson crouched next to one of Gotham’s signature gargoyles, dressed in his Nightwing uniform. He stared down at what had, until just the last week, been an empty lot. Now the lot was filled with the lights and color of a traveling circus. Circus Gothica had come to visit Gotham and Dick’s family wanted to give him a pick-me-up. They had attended the circus, and while Dick had been filled with nostalgia at the displays, he couldn't help a feeling of dread. The tightrope walker… she didn’t seem… The sound of a pair of heavy boots landing on the roof behind him shook him out of his thoughts.

“What are we doing here, Dickard?” Jason, wearing his full Redhood get up, including his helmet, asked from behind him. Dick turned to face his frequently estranged brother for a moment before returning his attention to the circus below them, now long closed for the night.

“We are going to investigate this circus for anything suspicious.” Dick said, keeping his focus on the circus. He heard the rattling noise that he knew came from Jason sighing into his voice modulator.

“I meant, what am I doing here? If you needed to investigate this place why didn’t you call the Brat or the Replacement. Either of the girls would have worked as well.”

“I needed you here.” Dick said. Jason walked up next to him on the other side of the gargoyle. “I knew if I said I have a bad feeling about the circus without proof everyone else, except for maybe Cass would have dismissed me. ‘Oh it’s just the trauma speaking.’ But I know what I saw. The tightrope walker, she wasn’t willing. I think she was being forced to perform, her motions were too mechanical, as if she wasn’t all there.”

“And you needed me over Cass because if they are abusing their performers you’re going to beat them to within an inch of their lives and Cass would have stopped you.” Jason said. “Well if you want to save that girl, I’m here for-”

Jason whirled mid-sentence, drawing both guns from his sides and aiming them at something behind them. Dick turned with him, pulling his escrima as he turned but he couldn’t see whatever it was that Jason had reacted to. Jason stayed focused on a single point in space at the far end of the roof.

“Show yourself!” He barked.

After a few seconds, during which Jason didn’t waver in his focus, someone faded into view. The kid looked like he was eighteen, maybe nineteen, just a year younger than Jason. He had wavy black hair, blue eyes and was wearing a NASA shirt. Total adoption bait, Dick thought to himself. The guy was holding his hands up in surrender and had a desperate look in his eye.

“You two are heroes, right?” He asked, his hands still raised.

Jason and Dick glanced at each other.

“Yeah, we’re heroes. I’m Nightwing, this is Redhood. Why were you spying on us?”

“I heard you talking about the tightrope walker, you’re right she is unwilling. Please, I need you to help me, the ringleader, Freakshow, is using mind control on her.” The boy fell to his knees as he begged. “Please, Ancients, please help me. They’re killing her. Please, they're killing her.”

There was an undeniable desperation in his voice. Dick hesitated for a moment, there was a chance, however slim, that this person was merely a fantastic actor, especially now that the topic of mind-control had been brought up. He was trying to formulate some way to confirm what this person had said other than his own gut feeling when Jason stepped forward, holstering his guns as he did.

“He’s telling the truth.” Jason said.

Well Dick had asked him to come because they were team gut instinct, so might as well trust Jason on this one. He returned his escrima to his back. The boy practically collapsed in relief onto the rooftop, falling to his hands and knees for a moment before he started to rise. Jason helped pull him to his feet.

“Alright, talk. What do you know?” Jason said.

“Freakshow is the alias used by the Ring-leader. He uses a staff to control… people. The staff should have been destroyed.” He practically growled when he said that. Actually, Dick was certain he really did growl, he arched an eyebrow but didn’t interrupt. “If the staff is taken from him then he loses control over the… people.”

Dick could hear that the boy was hiding something. Considering the inhuman growl and the slight flash of his eyes, along with the invisibility, he was going to guess that by people, he meant metas. The last thing Gotham needed was mind control focused meta trafficking ring in the city.

“You said they were killing her? How? Why?”

He looked away from them, his eyes flicking side to side as he tried to order his thoughts. He was either coming up with a lie or trying to decide how much information to share with them.

“Ellie… she’s… sick. I have medicine for her. If I can get it to her in time I can save her, but if I get close while Freakshow still has the staff he’ll take control of me. I have some training and some resistance, but it might not be enough. The staff he’s using is ancient, he’s controlled me before but I was able to fight it off. I’m not certain I would be able to do so again, and it’s too much of a risk to try.”

It seemed the boy had decided on a half truth. The girl, Ellie, was certainly unwell, and her life was in more danger with every second that ticked passed, but what she was sick with and what the medicine for her were were unclear. Jason seemed to pick up on that as well.

“We’ll get her out of there. And all the rest of them. But when we’re done we’re going to have a long talk.” Jason growled.

The boy looked up at them, desperation once again shining naked on his face.

“If you save her I will tell you anything I am able to. I promise. Please just save her and bring her to me.”

“We will. We’re heroes. It’s what we do.” Dick said, trying to project all the confidence he could to assure the boy. Speaking of which… “By the way, what’s your name? I can’t keep calling you ‘kid’ in my head.”

“I’m Danny. And I’m not a kid.” Danny had grimaced when Dick had mentioned being a hero, perhaps he had a bad history with heroes? Now he kind of wished he had brought Cass along with him on this venture, she would have been much better at reading this kid. And he was definitely a kid, a teenaged father to an even younger, kidnapped daughter.

“Ok, Danny. Is there anything else you can tell us about this Freakshow?”

Danny pulled a backpack from…somewhere, then rustled around on the inside for a few seconds. He slowly stuck his arm further and further inside until his shoulder was ready to disappear before he pulled back. Certainly the bag wasn’t large enough by itself for him to do that. Dick shot a glance at Jason and he could practically feel the matching raised eyebrow even through Jason’s helmet. Danny finally leaned back and tossed two bracelets to the two heroes.

“I’ve had these built for years just in case, and I’ve been carrying them with me since Ellie was taken. These will keep you safe from Freakshow’s mind control.”

The bracelets weren’t exactly high fashion, but they didn’t look bad. If Dick was going to place a guess, he would say that Danny had modified and improved upon another’s design. That would be something they would have to ask once this was over. Jason grunted in discomfort when he snapped his on.

“If these work so well, how don’t wear one to better resist Freakshow?” Jason had a hint of strain in his voice that Dick couldn’t quite figure out.

Danny reached over as if to grab Dick’s wrist except a spark of toxic green electricity arced off the bracelet to shock Danny’s hand. He gave the bracelet a grim look. Then looked up at them apologetically.

“If only it were that simple. I haven’t been able to find any technological protection from Freakshow’s mind-control that doesn’t also harm me.” Then he turned to Jason, a look of concern on his face. “Speaking of which, it doesn’t hurt you too badly does it?”

Dick was confused by that statement. He hadn’t noticed any pain or discomfort coming from the bracelet he now wore on his wrist. Jason however, waggled his hand back and forth in a so-so gesture.

“It’s not the worst pain I’ve ever experienced.” He said shortly.

“No, I imagine it wouldn’t be.” Danny said as if sharing an inside joke with Jason and considering his snort he apparently got it. Dick hated not being on a joke, but he figured this one he was probably happy not to have personal experience with. Danny’s face settled into a more determined look. “I’m afraid I don’t have anything else to help you, please, just get Ellie out and safe as quickly as possible. Please, I can’t lose her too.”

They nodded and turned together and jumped from the roof. Dick wanted to think more about Danny and his various strangeness, but he needed to focus on the task at hand. They had a little girl to save.

In the end, stopping Freakshow wasn’t easy, but it also wasn’t nearly as difficult as some of their usual rogues. On the one hand, the performers that Freakshow controlled had powers, something Danny completely failed to mention. They could fly, turn invisible, phase into the ground, even fire off some kind of green energy bolts that reminded Dick far too much of Starfire’s starbolts. On the other hand, none of these powers seemed to be very effective against the two heroes.

The starbolts didn’t do anything more than tickle Dick, and while they seemed to hurt Jason more, the two of them were well used to avoiding incoming fire from their enemies. They were usually dodging bullets, which moved faster, hurt more and were more lethal than the starbolts, so the performers were mostly useless at range.

Up close whatever shield Danny had given them kept the performers from touching them, each of them falling back with arcs of electricity jumping between their fingers. It helped that under Freakshow’s control the performers just kept trying to jump or fly into them with a full bodied tackle. Any goon in the goonion knew better than to try to just tackle one of the bat clan. Dick guessed it had something to do with the powers the performers demonstrated, but he set it aside as something to ask Danny about once they were out of there.

Just when the two Bats were within sight of Freakshow the lights of the big top came on, including a spotlight focused on the high wire. Freakshow stepped back and gestured with the staff in his hands towards where the lone acrobat, the little girl, Danny’s Ellie, stood balanced on the wire.

“Now, now, little bats! If you take even one step closer a little ghost child will fall to her second death. I’d hate for her to splatter all over the ground of the Big Top!” Freakshow said, with a grin as demented as one of the Joker’s.

Ellie moved slowly across the tightrope. Dick could immediately pick up on that same mechanical, emotionless movement that had first drawn his attention. He could see that she was being controlled now that he had the confirmation. He could also see just how tired she was, she sagged against the control of her body, any part of her that wasn’t actively being controlled by Freakshow drooped as if she wanted to pass out from exhaustion. Dick just hoped that whatever medicine Danny had for his daughter worked.

“I’ve got another idea. Nightwing?” Jason growled the words, his modulator making him sound even more inhuman. Dick glanced at his brother and gave him the subtlest of nods. They moved immediately, perfectly in sync. Jason pulled his guns and fired off a few rounds, rubber bullets and all. Dick fired his grapple and rose as the control staff was shot out of Freakshow’s hand.

Ellie came back to herself and wobbled for a second before she slipped off the wire, gravity immediately taking hold of her. For a second, Dick flashed back to another family falling from the peak of the big top. He remembered the feeling of horror that filled him as his parents fell to their death. He couldn’t allow another family to go through that. Not this time. Ellie falls and Dick was there to meet her.

The poor girl shivered and shook in his arms as he carefully lowered the two of them to the ground. Large green tears fell from her eyes and her breath rattled in and out of her chest. She grabbed onto his uniform with desperate fingers and seemed to pass out immediately in his arms. Dick dearly wanted to beat Freakshow into submission for what he had done to her, but she very clearly needed her medicine more. Jason settled for breaking Freakshow’s arm before knocking him out and cuffing him. Surprisingly the rest of Freakshow’s victims had vanished into thin air once the staff left his hands.

Dick carried Ellie back to the rooftop where they had left Danny. The whole time she kept her eyes closed and shook in his arms. Jason carried the staff Freakshow had used, though he held it like it was something foul and offended him personally. Danny had been watching them come and as soon as they were on the roof as well had his arms out for his daughter. Dick handed her off willingly, and Danny almost immediately collapsed to his knees in relief.

“Daddy?” Elllie croaked the word, barely able to open her eyes.

“I’m here, Ellie. I’m here. I’ve got the ecto-dejecto.”

“I tried to fight him.” Her voice was soft and hoarse and hurt Dick just to hear.

“You did amazing, sweety. You were absolutely amazing.”

Danny pulled a syringe out from what looked like his own arm. A syringe filled a green gel that glowed softly. Jason stared at the needle as Danny readied it for Ellie. She tried to shove his hand away, but he moved around her.

“I know you hate it, I know. It’s awful. But you have to take it. Please Ellie, I’ve got you, you’re safe.”

Dick flinched back in horror as Ellie’s hand melted into a similar green goo. The glowing goo fell from her body to the rooftop but she didn’t seem to react, only mewling softly at Danny as he pushed the needle into her chest, close to where her heart would be. Danny pushed down on the plunger and Ellie threw her head back and screamed. Dick had to cover his ears while even Jason with his helmet stumbled back before the force of her scream.

Their horror only increased when her entire body fell apart, glowing chunks splashing onto the roof leaving a pale green pearl in Danny’s hands. The puddles of green flowed up into the pearl until there wasn’t a trace of Ellie left other than the pearl. Danny rocked back and forth as he held the pearl, and whispered quietly to it.

“Please, Ellie. Please. Come back. I was fast enough, please Ellie, just this once, please let me have been fast enough. Please, Ancients, don’t let me lose anyone else. Please, Ellie. Please.”

Danny’s voice was broken with grief and desperation as he begged the little sphere. Dick stepped forward to comfort the grieving father, his own regret heavy in his heart, but Jason’s hand on his shoulder stopped him. The two of them could only watch as Danny begged and begged, still rocking. Only the slow tightening of Jason’s hand on Dick’s shoulder showed his grief and fear rising as well. The three men stared at the little orb in Danny’s hand, two of them hardly daring to breathe as any last remnant of hope faded.

Then, just when Dick was certain he had been too late, a flash of light came from the little sphere. He blinked the light from his eyes and when he could see again he saw Danny clutching a much more lively Ellie to his chest, sobbing in naked relief.

“Oh Daddy! I knew you would come and that stupid jerk would pay.” Ellie cheered, hugging him back just as strong.

“That’s right baby, I’m always going to come for you. I’ll always protect you.” He stood, lifting his daughter easily and turned to show her the two bats. “And these two heroes were the ones who stopped Freakshow and brought you back to me.”

Ellie smiled at them and they couldn’t help but notice that her smile was just a little too wide, and showed just a few too many teeth. Then she seemed to recognize them and they saw actual literal stars in her eyes.

“Oh my gosh! You’re Redhood! You’re Aunt Jazz’s favorite hero!” Jason preened for a moment before Ellie continued. “She says there’s something deeply wrong with your entire family and she wants to study you like a bug. She says all of you need ‘like decades of therapy.’”

Jason and Dick didn’t know whether to laugh or be offended by the kid’s words. And they had both rescued children often enough to know that they were often brilliant mimics and considering the intonation she had used, had probably heard that phrase way too often.

“Now Ellie, be nice. They did rescue after all. Give them a proper thank…” Danny’s voice petered out as he saw the staff that Jason still held in his hands. Ellie happily thanked the two heroes as he glared at the staff, analyzing and examining it, his face twisting with more and more rage.

The staff itself seemed to have been broken before and then sloppily repaired with glowing green and silver technology. It was at this modified portion of the staff that Danny focused his ire. Ellie seemed to notice her father’s fury as her babbling words to the heroes ceased and she turned in his arms to lightly pat her hands on his face. He blinked and looked at her before letting his face relax.

“Daddy, are you ok?”

“Yeah, Daddy’s ok sweetie. This is just something bigger I’m going to have to deal with.”

“Ok.” She hesitated for a moment. “Just promise to be safe, I won’t be able to protect you until I’m bigger.”

“I promise, munchkin.”

Jason quietly cleared his throat. They both hated to disrupt the tender moment, but if this was a larger threat they needed the facts as soon as possible.

“I know, I know. I promised you details.” Danny said as he adjusted how he was carrying Ellie. “This isn’t exactly a topic for the rooftops. Do you have someplace private we can talk? Preferably somewhere I can put the kiddo down for bed after the hard week she’s had?”

Dick and Jason glanced at each other. There were a variety of safe houses and interrogation rooms the Family had available in the area, or the Batcave, but none were exactly the best for putting a potential ally at ease where they could also have a child sleep over. Hell, Dick’s apartment was barely safe for him to sleep, the pile of dishes in his sink practically counted as a biohazard. Well… there was one place… but that meant revealing…

“B’s out of town for the week for that JL thing isn’t he?” Jason asked, clearly having read Dick’s mind. “He’s not here to disapprove.”

“Seems like the perfect place for a conversation.” Dick agreed and turned back to see Danny’s slightly worried glance between the two of them. “How about it Danny? Would you like to ride with the kiddo on one of our motorcycles?”

“Oh, don’t be silly!” Ellie said with a smile. “Aunt Jazz is the one who likes motorcycles. Daddy and I will fly!”

Danny did in fact fly, invisibly and intangibly, with Ellie still in his arms. He followed along in the air over the two bikes as they weaved dangerously in and out of traffic. The two were obviously brothers in so many ways, but their playful daring of each other to push a little faster, to get a little closer to the cars made it even more obvious. Danny couldn’t help the small smile that crept up his face, but speaking of siblings he had to make a call of his own. Jazz answered on the first ring.

“Danny? Did you find her?” Jazz asked, she had been driving herself crazy for the past week trying to find where Ellie had been taken to.

“Yeah, I’ve got her safe and sound-”

“Hi Aunt Jazz!” Ellie interrupted to yell into the earpiece Danny was using. He could practically feel Jazz’s wince at the volume, but they were both used to Ellie’s exuberance.

“Hi Ellie! I’m so glad to hear you’re safe!” Jazz shouted back, making Danny wince this time, but Ellie nodded even though she wasn’t wearing the earpiece and settled back against Danny’s chest. “Talk to me Danny. What happened?”

“Freakshow was controlling her. And a bunch of other ghosts, but I was able to scoop up the rest while the heroes had their backs turned. I’ll be dropping them off in the zone as soon as I can.”

“Heroes? What heroes?”

“I had a little help from Gotham’s beloved Knights. Or at least two of them. They were the ones to take out Freakshow since I couldn’t risk getting closer to him while he held his staff.”

“I thought you broke that staff the last time you faced him.”

“I did. It was fixed.” Danny hesitated for a second before dropping the bomb on her. “It was fixed with Fentontech.”

He could hear the gasp from Jazz at the same time Ellie shivered in fear. Jazz took a steadying breath and Danny could practically see her going through her breathing exercises to control her own panic.

“I guess that problem will need to be dealt with sooner rather than later.”

“Mm. I’m hoping that with the help of the local heroes I won’t have to take care of everything myself, but…”

“Some things are personal.” Jazz finished for him. “I understand Danny.” She took another breath before changing topics, now sounding calm and professional. “Could you stay on the line? Tucker is tracking your location, and I would like to confirm for myself that the two of you are ok.”

“Of course Jazz. Do you want to talk to Ellie?” Danny was already removing the piece from his ear before Jazz could even confirm. Of course Jazz wanted to talk to Ellie. Jazz loved her niece more than oxygen. He slipped the piece into Ellie’s ear so they could talk.

“Hi Aunt Jazz! This is Ellie, I’ve missed you so much!” Ellie started talking excitedly greeting Jazz again as if Danny would just hand his earpiece to anyone.

Danny mentally checked out from their conversation as he stayed flying over the two Bats. His parents had already shared their technology with the GIW making it more dangerous to be a ghost or liminal. Even Jazz had been attacked once by GIW agents, though she had left all the agents with concussions and multiple broken bones once she was done with them.

If they were sharing their technology with other criminals like Freakshow, it was going to be even more dangerous. How long would it take until some of the big rogues get their hands on anti ghost tech? What could someone like the Joker or Luthor do if even the dead aren’t safe from their machinations?

Jason and Dick lead the two ghosts to a large manor on the outskirts of Gotham. Danny eventually recognizes it as Wayne manor. He would have to tell Sam she won their bet on Batman’s secret identity, not that they would ever tell anyone. He and Ellie were welcomed into the house by Alfred, the manor’s butler. The two of them settled in the dining room where Ellie was plied with dinner and dessert after her stressful time with Freakshow. Danny makes a mental note for his daughter to spend time with Aunt Jazz so she can talk things through free of judgment.

The two bat boys joined them shortly out of costume and the rest of the family trickled in throughout the day as their patrols ended. Damian, who was probably the stabby Robin, glared at them as if they were a threat to his family. Danny couldn’t help the thought that he puffed up like an angry cat. Cassandra and Stephanie, Black Bat and Spoiler respectively, worked together to pull Ellie from Danny’s lap to keep her entertained away from the serious discussion that was happening at the table. Timothy, or Red Robin (Yumm!) was on the receiving end of several stern looks from Alfred for having a computer at the dining table but he was taking rapid notes on everything Danny said.

Danny told them as much as he felt comfortable with. About ghosts, and over shadowing, and Infinite Realms. He tried to keep the conversation light and focused just on the simple details until Alfred escorted in Jazz at close to three in the morning.

“Aunt Jazz!” Ellie ran to her and jumped into her arms, Jazz swinging her up into the air easily. As if Ellie had been waiting to be reunited with her family she almost immediately fell asleep in Jazz’s arms. Alfred escorted the two to the guest room he had prepared hours ago.

Once Jazz had returned to the dining room it was time for the serious conversation. The GIW. The Anti-Ecto Act. The very real threat of extermination that every ectoplasm contaminated person now faced, which included more than half the bats currently at the table as well. Promises are made to get the League looking at the laws. Eventually the conversation turns to talking about Danny and Ellie.

“Technically she’s my clone.” Danny confessed. “My fruitloop god-father wanted to make me his perfect son, so he stole my DNA and cloned me. She was unstable for a long time and had to keep coming back for injections. We finally figured out what was going on two years ago.”

Danny rubbed a hand up and down his face as he gathered himself. He always hated that it had taken him so long to understand what she needed.

“Because he’s terrible at biology, he forced her human half to grow at an accelerated rate to match my age, but he couldn’t do the same with her ghost half. The two sides were at war, and it turns out she really was a baby ghost all along, but didn’t have an adult ghost around to be able to depend on. She changed her form to match her actual age, and I’ve been her ghost parent, so I’ve helped steady her core. Until Freakshow came along and stole her away while she still needed me.”

He glared at the table top as the temperature around him plummeted. Freakshow could have killed his little girl. It would have been all too easy and if Dick and Jason hadn’t helped take away his staff, Danny might have been too late. If Freakshow’s actions had led to Ellie’s death there would have been no safe haven for him in this life or the next. Jazz grabbing his hand brought him back before he sent the dining room into the next ice age.

The arrival of the daylight hero, Signal, aka Duke, reminded the lot they should have been asleep hours ago. Jazz and Danny retired to the same guest room Ellie was currently snoring away in. They settled down on either side of the bed from her, cuddling Danny’s daughter in the middle.

“What are we going to do about the Fentons?” Jazz whispered from across Ellie’s still form.

“If they’re helping villains, they’ve crossed a line. I’ll have to deal with them myself.” Danny hesitated for a bit. “I’ll have to wait until Ellie’s stable again, but then would you mind if she stayed with you? You’re family too, even if you don’t have a ghost form, so she should be stable with you too.”

“Of course I will, Danny. You don’t even have to ask.” Jazz said, she hesitated as well. “Are you going to bring them in to serve jail time?”

They had been his parents once. His mom and dad. Jazz still caught herself sometimes referring to them as their parents. But they had crossed too many lines. With Jazz’s childhood, after Danny’s accident, now with Ellie’s health. He took a shaky breath and shook his head.

“Their crimes are against the dead. And the dead are going to come for their due.”

Jazz nodded, small tears shining in her eyes, before she closed them and let the tears fall. The trio fell asleep, a small, strange family, reunited again after so long. Tomorrow would be a new challenge, but eventually they would know peace.

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