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#build jakapan#my text post#welcome back to Japan#I will speak on this topic for the first and last time#because just like he is trying to replace bad memories with good ones and move forward so I want this for myself#his last trip to Japan traumatized me and the whole fandom#everyone in that cursed company was having fun and laughing#while his life and career was ruined by pathological liar psychotic woman who couldn't break up like a normal person#his country was against him and crazy antis could do anything to him#but he was sent home ALONE without a bodyguard in a f*cking taxi to the airport and not a company car#and after his arrival he sobbed in his father's arms#he ate and slept poorly his family was afraid to leave him alone#his former company wrote that he was suspended from all projects and all brands refused to work with him#the screenwriter with whom he was supposed to work discussed accusations of plagiarism with this psychopath#(in which it wasn't her who was accused but him although he wasn't even a screenwriter)#and the CEO of the company called it's 'a coincidence'#after that his former company wanted to put on a show and put them both in the same room in front of reporters#but he decided to leave the company for his own good#a month later he sued her for deformation blackmail and coercion#but even after the verdict of the court that ruled that everything said by this b*tch was a lie#neither she nor the antis leave him alone and sabotage his work#and journalists continue to ignore the results of the trial and either remain silent about his successes or write vile articles about him#I'll never forgive a single person in that cursed company#not a single pathetic cowards who called themselves his friends and 'family'#couldn't stand up for him knowing damn well that he was slandered#and that wasn't even the worst part because they f*cking CLAPPED his ab*ser from the stage#they still work with her and call her name while treating him like he doesn't exist#their disgusting attitude towards the victim makes me wish to erase their existence from my memory to the point I'll forget their names#I don't care why they chose silence and don't even start with the 'private support' bullsh*t because there was none#and even IF it was there he needed PUBLIC support like his sister and his old friend did
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jealousy, jealousy...
- nanami kento x reader
your husband seems to be immune to jealousy, and you've pretty much convinced yourself that he just doesn't have it in him... or does he?
genre/warnings: crack, fluff, jealous!nanami (he is in denial), implied suggestive content, mentions of pregnancy, gojo cameo (i just can't pass up the chance of him annoying the heck out of nanami ahaha)
note: based on this ask, this is a little continuation to the secret wife! and this is in the same universe as love entries so gojo is married to the love entries reader! :)
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By all means, Nanami Kento is not a jealous man.
He knows his worth. And he knows you. Out of all people, you wouldn't try anything with anyone.
Even more so with Ino. He knows him too, and there is just no way.
So... he really shouldn't get riled up, especially when it was his shitty senior who tried to set him on fireâ
"It's still beyond me, how you managed to bag her," Gojo remarked with a bark of snort. Both of them shared the same table in this high-end bar, an afterparty for the school's graduation, but Nanami was seriously considering to move after Yaga left earlier until this clown came. "And keep her a secret too. I mean, that's so foul! If I were your wife, I'd divorce you on the spot."
Nanami threw him a pointed look. "The feeling is mutual. I feel bad for her for putting up with you too. And please don't be gross and say things like you being my wife. It's appalling."
Gojo's wife being his close friend and former classmate was what foul, Nanami thought. Sure, he would acknowledge Gojo's relentless efforts, but still, anyone willing to be this shameless paintbrush's wife must lead a really daring life.
The strongest sorcerer rolled his eyes. "Nah, I'll have you know that my married life is full of bliss. I have a proof, look at myâ"
"If you want to show me hickeys, I'll seriously report you for harassing me."
And to that, Gojo merely whined and pursed his lips, and Nanami finally had some peace. He really entertained the thought of going back, because Gojo wasn't exactly a fun company, and this was getting late, untilâŚ
"Hey, Inoâthe one who always follows you around," Gojo suddenly said. "Whoa, you're letting him close to your wife too, huh?"
Nanami whipped his head to where you were, and true to what Gojo said, you were indeed there, talking animatedly to his junior.
You were all smiles, and Ino was every bit as excited as you were. There was nothing remotely wrong with how you were conversing. You two looked like a pair of really, really good friends.
Ever since word of your marriage got out and became common knowledge, you've been receiving the kind of attention that Nanami wasn't sure he preferred. While he hadn't intended to keep it a secret, he certainly felt that a more private life was preferable.
But the thing was⌠weren't you too close with him? If it were up to him, Ino could've had at least two steps back. What were you discussing anyway?
"You're a lax husband, Nanamin, heh," Gojo whistled, totally grinning because he won this fight. "I know you probably think it's harmless, but a puppy is still a dog, you know~"
A puppy... is what?
That night, that phrase was what going through in his mind over and over as he chugged down his drinks.
No way, no way... It must have been because he had too much to drink. He couldn't possibly!
The next time he felt that unpleasant feeling, it was on one night, at the comfort of your home.
Both of you had just finished watching a movie, still lounging on the sofa. You were blissfully humming, texting away on your phone atâNanami looked at the clockâ11 p.m.
Now, now, he wasn't one who would be checking your phone or such, but he couldn't deny the curiosity within him, because you weren't usually texting anyone this late at night.
"Hehe~" suddenly, you giggled and Nanami glanced at you in wonder. You seemed to be having fun.
Who... are you texting?
Despite telling himself he wouldn't meddle in your affairs, he gruffly cleared his throat. "Dear, it's late."
"Oh?" you whipped your head to him. "Oh, yeah..."
You were genuinely confused, your husband was folding his face as if he was sour of something. "Kento? What's wrong?"
But suddenly, his face lit up into a smile, kind of forced though. "Ah, nothing..." And suddenly he lifted you up from the sofa, making you almost yelp as you dropped your phone and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Time for bed."
However, what you didn't realize was that your phone's screen lit up just as the sender replied to your message, and Nanami caught a glimpse of it.
Ino.
A puppy is still a dog, you know~
The heck?
"Kento?" you asked again, and he immediately turned to you, unable to read the message. Still, his mind was reeling in many ways, and when he looked into your innocent, round eyes, suddenly he clicked his tongue, eyes slitting in dissatisfaction.
"Time for bed, dear."
Long story short, that night, your husband was somehow a little more aggressive than usual... even as he fondled you ever so softly at the end.
The third time, Nanami had enough.
He had just finished a mission when he got that call from Ino, informing him that you were at a clinic after nearly passing out.
Out of anyone else... how could you not call him first?!
He may be vexed, but worry was what clouded his mind the most. You were almost five months pregnant now, and to have this happening to youâ
He walked in to find you lying on the small bed, your eyes lighting up when you saw him. "Kento..."
"What happened to you? Why didn't you call me?" his voice was rough, and your smile fell. You felt him gripping your hand tightly. "How can youâ"
Ino, sensing his apprehension, suddenly intervened, "Uh, Nanami-san, it's notâ"
Nanami turned to him sharply, causing him to gulp.
"We were... in a bakery when Y/N-san suddenly felt faint," the younger man explained. "Please don't be too hard on her."
"And why are you with my wife in broad daylight?"
"Kento, it's not what it looks like!" you squeezed his hand urgently. "We were just... trying to find a cake, you know..."
"...what?"
And that day, everything Nanami thought he knew was turned on its axis. Perhaps, if he wasn't thinking too muchâif Gojo's words hadn't taken his mind, he wouldn't jump into conclusions this easily.
Your first wedding anniversary was just in a couple of weeks, and you had enlisted in Ino's help to find this one bakery that he swore sold only the best goods. Your texts to each other were solely about thatânothing more, nothing less.
"Aww, Kento~" you cooed as Nanami helped you into your shared bed once you got back home. "You got jealous, it's cute, and I'm happy~"
He huffed. "I was not jealous."
"Ehh, didn't look like that to me though~"
"Listen," he said, taking hold of your shoulders once he had seated you on the bed, looking straight into your eyes. "From now on, whatever you do... you have to contact me first, alright?"
"Ohâ?"
"When you need something, when you don't feel well, when you feel like you might be in some kind of danger..." his tone was serious, emphasizing each word. "You have to reach out to me first. You don't go to Ino, Gojo, or anyone elseâme. You go to me. I'm your husband, and I intend to fulfill that role well for you."
And he placed a hand on your tummy, gently caressing it. "And of course the father role for the baby too."
You clamped up, totally speechless. This unexpected development made your heart soar with a heap of giddiness.
"Yes!" Your smile was so wide and radiant that Nanami was sure he had started to blush too. Then you flung yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck in a hug. "And you know... you're already the best husband and soon-to-be father ever! So you don't have anything to worry about, okay?"
Ah, how nice. Nanami chuckled as he placed his hand on the small of your back.
"Mhm, and from now on, I'll take charge of our anniversary. You only have to take it easy, alright?"
And when you giggled, he thought having you in his embrace like this was enough to satisfy himâafter all, he was a simple man.
Epilogue
"I know even Nanami gets jealous! Heh, heh, heh~"
Gojo laughed crisply, and Shoko snorted as they listened to Ino recount the story, with the latter scratching his head uncomfortably.
"I really didn't mean anything, and now I feel kinda bad," the younger man said, his head dropping. "Nanami-san seemed upset too..."
"Not many things can get under his skin," Shoko remarked. "I really thought he'd be more rational, but having an expecting wife must've taken quite a toll on him too."
"Nah, don't find more excuses, Shoko! Now is time to pay up~!"
As Shoko grumbled and Ino was lost in his own thoughts, a loud cough suddenly echoed behind them.
"Gojo-san... Ieiri-san..." Nanami leveled his unamused gaze on them, his glasses glinting in the light, causing the two gulp. "What are you two doing?"
#nanami kento x reader#jjk fluff#nanami x reader#jjk x reader#jjk x reader fluff#kento nanami x reader#nanami x reader fluff#nanami kento#kento x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x reader#nanami kento fluff#kento nanami#kento nanami x you#nanami fluff#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jjk imagines#jjk drabbles#nanami x you
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on the flip side (twst bully!au) part 2
the first part is doing way better than i thought it would, so here's part 2! please note that i won't normally put stuff out this fast, but i got woken up by tumblr notifs and only got 2.5 hrs of sleep. if this is trash, that's my excuse. also working on something for bnha, but that sucker's looong.
part 1 part 3
genre: gn reader, angst trigger warnings: bullying, lil bit of yandere word count: 1082
The look on their faces was hilarious, to say the least. Adeuce were in shock, and Floyd looked like a kicked puppy. Not that you made a habit of that. It was a shame that you couldnât hole up in here a little while longer, and you knew the door would take ages to get repaired, but it would be fine. The sudden shift in your attitude would still be jarring.
âWha- prefect, whatâre you talking about?â Ace asked incredulously. Deuce nodded vigorously in agreement. The two had been your first friends in Twisted Wonderland, after Grim of course, and then the first to turn on you once they got bored. You supposed it was just too much for their pea brains to bear.
âDid I stutter?â Your gaze was cold as you looked both in the eye in turn. âEvery day, the poor defenseless prefect is beaten, abused, and scorned. And all for what? Your entertainment? You lot are sick in the head and it shows,â you berated them mercilessly. Itâs not like you expected them to have a sudden change of heart. You wouldnât forgive them even if they did.
Floyd had been silent since demolishing your poor door, which could be good or bad. Youâd always found him hard to read. His mood could change at the drop of a hat, and you knew you werenât his only victim. For all you knew, heâd start whaling on Adeuce instead.
And then he just had to go and open his mouth. âAww, thatâs cute, Shrimpy. You think you can get rid of me?â He taunted. Now that was a threat, and you knew it. Still, you never thought any of your former friends would describe anything you did as cute now. It was meant to be mocking, but still. Something about his demeanor was off. He seemed almost⌠hurt.
Nah, there was no way. You must be imagining things. There was no way Floyd Leech, of all people, enjoyed your company. You were alone here; Grim and the ghosts were your only allies. You shook your head to clear away the unwanted thoughts.
You turned to face Floyd, a sinister grin working its way onto your face. âOh, whyever would I want to do that? I can do so much better, after all. I mean, whoâs the one who told me all their dirty little secrets theyâd never want to see the light of day, back when we were friends? Because of course the innocent little prefect would never dream of snitching!â
You werenât bluffing. You didnât have to. It was true, after all. Each and every one of them had confided in you to some extent, the Overblot victims most of all. You knew e~verything that ailed them, and it would be oh-so unfortunate if their less-than-kind peers were to find out. It wasnât like you wanted to play the villain card, but you felt you had the right. Theyâd already betrayed you, so why shouldnât you return the favor?
The three boysâ faces visibly paled after hearing your words. Everyone had something to hide after all, and they were no exception. Deuce had been one of the first to trust you with his secrets, as well as one of the most forthcoming. Back then youâd thought he was such a sweetheart; you never wouldâve dreamed itâd come to this.
âCome on, surely you donât mean that?â He begged. It was pitiful, really.
âOh, I absolutely mean it if you donât leave me the fuck alone.â No one at Night Raven College had ever heard you curse before, so it mustâve been a shock. Your voice was cold as you crushed their hope. No one had ever listened to you when you pleaded for them to please stop hurting you.
Once convinced that you really meant business, they promptly turned tail and fled. You didnât blame them. Youâd be embarrassed too if you still slept with a teddy bear. But this was good- great, even. Now you had the chance to put the next phase of your plan in action.
Youâd start off simple, with a warning, in case someone didnât think you were serious enough. You logged onto the schoolâs messaging forum, and anonymously exposed some poor random guy whose name youâd forgottenâs crush. Who also attended NRC, of course. It wouldnât be much of a threat if no one knew who they were.
Not long after, there was a rapt knock on your door, or rather the adjacent wall. Thanks, Floyd. When you headed downstairs to greet your unwanted guest, you were mildly surprised to see Riddle Rosehearts, there in all his glory.
âRiddle? What brings you here? Are you going to blame me for not knowing the history of countries Iâd never heard of until this year again?â You jabbed. Riddle was never one for physical violence; his Unique Magic didnât work on you since you had none to begin with. Instead, he chose to belittle you for your lack of knowledge.
âI heard from Ace and Deuce that youâve been airing studentsâ dirty laundry on the internet,â he said with a stern look. âIâm sure youâre well aware that this behavior is unacceptable.â Two could play at that game.
âYes, Dorm Leader Rosehearts, and Iâm sure you know full well that several of your students are guilty of assault,â you rebutted, using his position within the school for emphasis. âSo tell me, do you really want to go there? After all, itâd be a real shame if your mother were to hear about this.â
You really hoped his mother never heard about this. Him being abused would only make you feel worse, and it certainly wouldnât correct his behavior. The most youâd do was âaccidentallyâ let the whole school find out heâs secretly a crybaby.
Riddleâs face grew as red as Unbirthday party roses. âYou dare to threaten me?! Iâd have your head if you had any magic worth sealing! But you donât, so youâre lucky I even bother to tolerate your presence. I donât even want to think about what your grades would look like if it wasnât for my help.â
You really didnât think shouting at you qualified as helping. But once again, there was that odd tone to his words, like he was implying that he wanted you around. There was no way Riddle of all people would agree to play some elaborate prank on you, so just what was going on?
#twisted wonderland#twst#yandere twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#twst bully au#ace trappola#deuce spade#floyd leech#riddle rosehearts
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DCA PROMPTOBER 2024
I might have decided to join last minute (I say after finishing crying my eyes out) cuz I'm very brave and confident (I'm not.) I know it's late for day 1 but pls gimme a break :<
Day 1 - Best Friend!
Pairing: Sun & Gender Neutral Reader, can be seen as both platonic and romantic! Warnings: None Words: 1900+ Summary: It's a special day, and you're in for a treat!
Like many other days, you couldnât understand Sunâs enthusiasm. The daycare attendant had scooped you up the moment you stepped foot in the daycare with your cleaning cartâas you always did every night before closingâthen hugged you so tightly you feared for your ribs. As usual, he began to ask you questions about your day, asking if you had eaten anything new or if you had any new pics of your pet to show him, but he completely threw you off guard when he proceeded to beg you to put on a blindfold and follow him out of the daycare, which you refused with a decisive shake of the head.Â
-Nuh-uh,- you replied.
-What do you mean ânuh-uhâ?!- Sun crumbled to the floor, on his knees, with his hands joined together in prayer and his big, milky eyes staring at you in despair.Â
-I mean nuh-uh! Iâm not coming with you, not yet at least.- You waved your cleaning rug in front of his face, pretending to wash dirt off his flat head. -I have a job to do! Remember?-
Your âjobâ consisted of slipping inside the pizzaplex after everyone had left, cleaning off all the gunk children and adults alike left on tables and inside the attractions, then slipping back out before closing time. Very simple, very stressful and equally tiring. You were one of many, your assigned areas were the Daycare and Monty Golf, but the former always took you more time to clean despite having less work to do. The reason behind that? The animatronic before you. You had befriended the daycare attendant, a few weeks before, mainly because you pitied him. Always so lonely, left with nothing to do, with no children to care for and no friends to play with. You didnât regret becoming his friend, not at all, but it was true that you always spent much more time with the robot than you should have. âDo not talk with the animatronicsâ was kinda company policy.Â
Okay, fine, maybe it wasnât, but your employment contract did say to not stand too close to the robots and interact with them as little as possible, so you were breaking the rules just the tiniest bit, by letting Sun pick you up, hug you, spin you around and etcetera.
Letting yourself be blindfolded and dragged around was way too much though.
-Friend, please! All you actually have to clean is the security desk!- Sun protested, pouting like a child. He was right. The sunny jester was a bit of a cleaning freak, so he always did all the work for you by scrubbing and tidying the entire play area by the time it took you to finish with Monty Golf, leaving you to clean just the area he didnât have access to.
You crossed your arms over your chest, indecisive. You didnât want to be blindfolded, at all, and not because you didnât trust Sun, the idea of it simply made your skin itch.Â
âŚShit, but he looked so sad! Oh, curse you and your kind heart! With a sigh, you relented, finally giving the jester a small nod.Â
-Okay, Iâll come with you,- you agreed, and Sun literally jumped in the air, as bright as his namesake.Â
-Yes!- he shouted, ecstatic.
-But,- you were quick to interrupt him, -You let me clean the desk first. Deal?-
You offered Sun one of your hands, which he shook with so much passion your entire body trembled. All the while, a wide grin had opened on his flat, yellow face.Â
-I canât wait to show you my surprise!- he smiled.
You did the best you could to clean efficiently the security desk of the daycare, cleaning coffee stains, peeling away dried pieces of Chicaâs Special & Super Elastic Bubble Gum from under the desk and chairs, throwing away pieces of papers and emptying bins, but to your big surprise you found yourself hurrying to get it done. Were you doing that because you were actually kind of curious of what Sunâs surprise could be, or because you wanted to go home as soon as possible? Maybe both, maybe neither. Who could say? Anyway, you finished with your job faster than usual, satisfied, but the moment you turned around all the color drained from your face.Â
Sun had twisted himself in some kind of pretzel-like knot, tangling his limbs and lanky body together to create something which reminded you of a horrifying piece of modern art, but as soon as he noticed you looking at him Sun untwisted himself, returning to his usual height and shape.Â
-All done, Friend?- he asked, excitedly, as you struggled to get your heart to start beating again. It wasnât the first time Sun had done something like that, the animatronic liked to get into weird positions when he felt bored, but each time you caught him like that your heart froze. Sun was a very, very, pricey robot and you were constantly scared of management putting you at fault if something were to ever happen to him. Also, you were his friend, and you couldnât let something bad happen to someone who was so preciousâdid I mention pricey?âto you.
-Uh, yes, all done,- you nodded, shaking your head to get rid of the bad thoughts, -We can proceed with the⌠Do you really have to blindfold me?-
At your question Sun nodded eagerly, stepping close as he took a red ribbon out of his pocket. You sighed but didnât fight him as he began to place the ribbon over your eyes, making sure it was not too tight but tied firmly enough to not allow you to peek. Once he was done, you heard Sun giggle in delight, looking at his magnificent job.
-Wait,- you heard him say, -Something is missing!-
Before you could protest you heard the animatronic scurry off, leaving you in the dark with no reference points, confused and a little scared. You attempted to take a step forward but were quickly stopped by Sun immediately coming back.Â
-Here!- he announced, grabbing one of your hands and turning your palm up, so you could hold something that resembled a box for him. You gently shook it and heard many small, plastic things moving inside of it.Â
-Are thoseâŚ?- you began to ask, even more perplexed than before.Â
-Yep!- Sun replied, carefully attaching something to your blindfold, one over each of your eyes. -Googly eyes!-Â
You wanted to collapse on the floor and stay there, becoming one with the colorful mats of the daycare, but instead you groaned and stood still, allowing the robot to have his fun.
-Can we just go? I donât have all day, Sun,- you protested, and finally the jester put the little box away, grabbed one of your hands and began to lead you to the large wooden doors of the daycare, walking slowly and carefully.
-Weâre gonna have so much fun, Friend,- Sun said, gleefully. You could almost see his beaming smile, ever the bright, despite the blindfold over your eyes. -Iâve made sure everything is simply perfect!-
Despite how tired you were of Sunâs constant cheerfulness, you couldnât say he didnât have any effect on you. In fact, you had been smiling a lot more during the last few days. even your coworkers had noticed your good mood. Just staying with Sun was enough to make you smile and laugh, his presence was good for your mental and physical health. In fact, the robot had been taking care of you whenever he noticed that you hadnât eaten yet, and for some reason he always knew. You were beginning to think he could read your biometrics data.Â
You didn��t walk for too much time, in fact you could almost guess where you were headed, which was probably one of the party rooms around the daycare. You decided to stay silent, just to see what Sun would do, and giggled when you felt the hand you were holding begin to vibrate in excitement. Having a robot for a friend was truly fun, sometimes.
-Almost there, Friend!- Sun told you as he began to open one of the doors to the rooms, careful to turn on the lights before enteringâwhy did he always do that, anyway? Sun always refused to tell you where his fear of the dark came from, but seeing how uncomfortable the topic made him you had long stopped asking him about it. -Here, sit.-Â
He guided you to a chair, where you gratefully sat, still obediently keeping your googly eyes-adorned blindfold on. You were eager to see the surprise Sun had planned for you, but something told you not to even try to peek. You felt like it would have made the robot rather mad.Â
Sun moved something on the table in front of you, mumbling by himself, then stood back. You heard his steps coming to a stop behind your chair, then felt his hands resting on your shoulders. The cold touch of his metal body made you shiver.Â
-You can look now, Friend,- Sun whispered in your ear, lacking the previous joy and sounding more⌠sly?
Excited to see, you quickly took off the blindfold and blinked, trying to readjust to the lights inside the room, and only after a few moments of total confusion you managed to see something. Before you, on the table, was a plate, and on the plate was a huge cupcake of your favorite flavor. You would have recognized those sweet treats everywhere, they were from the Cupcake Shoppe, on the second floor of the pizzaplex. Many times you had passed the area, looking with envy at the baked sweets being sold there, and even more times you had complained to Sun about the bakery not being on the list of places where you could eat your daily free meal, as per your employment contract. When he had asked you why you didnât just go and buy one, if you really wanted to, you had laughed.Â
â-Come on, as good as they look, they are not worth the price.-â You had told him. Yet there it was, the motherfucking cupcake you had been ogling at for the last weeks, right in front of you, with a little candle stuck on top.Â
-I would have lit the candle, if my programming didnât forbid me from handling matches and lighters,- laughed Sun from behind you. Honestly, you didnât care one bit about the candle, you were just staring at the sweet treat in front of you, dumbfounded.Â
-Wh⌠WhyâŚ? How⌠IâŚ- You couldnât speak normally anymore, your vocabulary consisted of single muttered words and syllables.Â
-Guess what day it is, Friend,- cooed Sun in your ear. You tried to think, but doing so was hard, so you ended up just shaking your head, speechless. At your cluelessness, Sun laughed.Â
-On this day, exactly one month ago, we became friends!- he explained to you, and as he bent over his smiling face entered your field of vision. He looked absolutely gleeful. -Do you remember now?-
Your wide eyes ran from his milky ones to the cupcake in front of you, from the big grin of the robot to the unlit candle, which was slowly slipping down thanks to the melting frosting. One month. You had been friends with Sun for just a month, but for some reason it felt like so much more, like, much, much more. Sunâs hands, which had been resting on your shoulders the entire time, squeezed you gently, and they felt oddly warm against your skin. You looked at the daycare attendant and couldnât stop a smile from forming on your lips.Â
-Happy one month anniversary, Best friend,- he said, and you nodded.Â
-Happy anniversary to you too, Sun.-Â
#SO NERVOUS#okay I hope you enjoyed this was much longer than i first anticipated#im pretty happy about how it turned out tho#fnaf#fnaf daycare attendant#fnaf security breach#fnaf sun#fnaf moon#fnaf sb#fnaf fanfic#fnaf drabble#dcatober24#fnaf dca#dca fandom#sun x reader#sun x y/n#will probably cross-post it on ao3#rat's drabbles
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(anyway wrote my post-war codywan fic where gets to find himself and be debrainwashed while coming to terms with the role Obi-Wan/Jedi-Order played in the enslavement of his brothers with a happy ending)
Working Pains Summary: It has been two years since the Clone Wars ended. Two years since Cody has had a proper conversation with his General. But in between extensive therapy, deconditioning, and learning to be an actual person, Cody doesn't know where Obi-Wan Kenobi fits in that.
(Un)fortunately, when a Jedi led peace treaty with former Separatist territories fails spectacularly, Cody gets the opportunity to close up loose ends.
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Obi-Wan almost dies, and predictably Cody finds himself by his side.
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Fox is waiting for him when he gets to the hospital. And Force is the place a mess.Â
To put it mildly, the hospital waiting room is a complete shit show. To put it accurately, Cody hasnât seen chaos like this since he was in a medical wing during the clone wars. Behind the reception, doctors run like fire licks their feet through the halls, rubber soles squeaking against polished floors. Nurses call out orders like commanders on the battlefield, shouts slicing through the disorder in the waiting room. Droids console families who sit helplessly to hear the news of their loved ones.Â
(Cody fights the innate urge to help. But heâs not that man anymore.)
The Clone Wars may be over, but Cody hasn't moved on enough to let droids hold his hand while he cries. Not just any droid, after least.
Instead Fox sits beside him, briefingâtelling him what news he's heard.
A surprise attack in hyperspace. Over a thousand dead, more injured. A Jedi led peace attempt in former Separatist territory that turned bad real quick. Tale as Old as fucking Time, and if Codyâs heart wasn't beating in his throat, he would have chuckled.
And the icing on the cakeâthe failure was led by none other than Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi.Â
(He remembers where he was and who was with when Fox had commed him just that name three hours ago. Laying in bed against Rex as they watched a holo about loth cats, Boil asleep on the opposite chair. Jesse the most awake of them all, texting back and forth with someone on his datapad.Â
He remembers how the mention of his former General had been enough to take him from the Company of his brothers, brothers who had held his hand through hours of therapy, through the realization that he had been brainwashed and used.Â
That he had fought for a Republic who used him and abused him, and that the Jedi had led them still. That Obi-Wan had done little to save him. They had been there as he came to that ugly, painful revelation. They had been there with him as he put space between himself and the Master.Â
And yet, the last he saw of them was the disappointment when he threw caution to the wind to come to said Jediâs side. Force, he hoped they didnât hate him after this.)
Who is supposedly amongst the injured.Â
This is supposedly one of the better hospitals, though. In a higher, more affluent level of Coruscant. Fox has assured him of this. Still it begs the question-
âWhy not the temple? Wouldnât they know how to help him?â Itâs been an hour and Cody is tired of sitting.Â
He stands, arms crossed as he begins to pace. Across the room a woman screams, her shrills erupting into inconsolable sobs. Both Fox and Cody wince. It hurts them all particularly more than a human woman would. Kel Dor have a knack for doing that.Â
 Clearly the medical droid is not doing its job.Â
âOverwhelmed,â Fox supplies, chipped, âKenobi was awake enough to request that the more injured be taken to the TempleâJedi and non-Jedi alike. The Temple obligedâ.
Cody wants to scream. It was clearly a ruse. The man was certainly the most injured of them all. How could they not see it? Two years apart from Obi-Wan and Cody could pick out his Generalâs tricks blindfolded. Did they know how many times he insisted his men be treated before him? How many times heâd lie to the 212th medics about his injuries just so the clones were being treated first?
Obi-Wan would give his blood to an orphanage if he was bleeding out.Â
âHe'll be okay, Cody.â Fox is meticulously calm, as if sensing Codyâs distress. It's been practiced. Fox two years ago would have lost his absolute shit. Quinlan Vos was on the mission too.Â
âIf I were with him, he'dâŚâ he breathes in deeply and pinches the bridge of his nose. Old habits die hard. Conditioning even harder.Â
He is not the Jediâs or the Republic. He made that clear when he left GAR. When he distanced himself Obi-Wan.Â
That chapter has been long closed. And therapy made him realize just how fucked up his head was. Marshall Commander Cody, the most fucked up of them all. The most loyal.
Finding himself after that involved time with his brothers. And consequently, his relationship with Obi-Wan had suffered.Â
And Obi-Wan had been very sparse in reaching out to his men after. At least Cody. He'd put up his walls, fallen into the mold of the perfect âJedi Masterâ, lack of attachments and all.
(If the clones felt the Jedi used them, maybe the Jedi felt the clones tainted them. Weapons that drew them to the Dark Side. Maybe the feelings was mutual. Or maybe thatâs how Kenobi was before the war).Â
âThe desk is clear,â Fox indicates to the clerk, who runs a hand through her tight curls, âLetâs go.âÂ
Cody wastes no time in crossing the distance between the vast space of the desk and the clerk.
âObi-Wan Kenobi,â he manages before she can even collect herself, âweâre here for him. Heâs the GeneralâThe MasterââÂ
âThe Jedi? Yes, he's recently gotten out of surgery. No visitors yet, name?â
At a time, he had been on Obi-Wanâs list of emergency contacts. Especially as the war waned. He hopes their time apart hasn't ruined that. If so, he has Fox. And all his ties to the government.Â
âCody, CC-2224â he provides, urgently, âI'mâwas his Commanderâduring theââ The underpaid clerk raises her hand, and directs them behind the rooms.Â
âYou're on the list. I think we called you like five times, but you didn't answer."Â He swallows thickly. He had seen the number on his comm. He had an inkling about who it was for. But he just didn't pick up. He couldn't bring himself to. And then Fox called.Â
"Here's the room number.â She gives a breakdown of the directions and the maps that makeup the hospital. Visiting hours are defined, but Cody thinks that with the chaos, theyâll be extended. She ushers another family to the desk as she finishes with him.Â
Fox is able to walk him through the hospital layout sans the map. His time in the Corries saw him through these walls one too many times, as both an escort and patient.Â
Cody doesnât think he could focus on the map if he tries. His hands are shaking, his breathing is uncharacteristically unsteady. Shaking like heâs stepping back onto the battlefield for the first time.Â
âÂ
Thereâs less chaos on Obi-Wanâs floor. But still, it has been touched by the disarray from the waiting room. His room isnât even private, most likely due to the lack of beds. And as far as Cody can tell, thereâs at least one other patient in there, separated by a curtain.Â
Within the first few seconds of finding the room, Cody looks everywhere but where he should. He takes note of the window. The curtains are open, and the vibrant lights of Coruscantâs nightlife infiltrate the hospital room. He pays attention to the ambiance, the cycling of the machines, the steady rise and fall of his chest, a forced atmosphere of peace clashing against this war that still drags the Jedi into it.Â
Against whatever the hell is going on in Codyâs heart.Â
Fox says something behind him, gently coaxing him into the room. Automatically the soft lights illuminate the space. Cody had hoped they wouldnât do that. It was easy to make out the outline of Obi-Wanâs body in the dark, helped by the lights from the window.
Now he has to look at him.Â
He remembers the last conversions had with Obi-Wan. Bits and pieces, his mind clinging onto them like oxygen. Stretching them out until this very moment.Â
âIâm sorry, GenâObi-Wan I havenât been in touch, things have just been happening.â
How does one explain that âthingsâ are extensive therapy, working through years of brainwashing and mind control? Realizing that the man you loved the most and his entire Order sat near the pinnacle of that.Â
âI understand. These things take time. Please Cody, let me know if you need anything.â
Though despite the anxiety, despite the confusion. He still loves this man, he still wants him safe. And he knows danger follows Obi-Wan Kenobi wherever he goes.Â
âBe safe, General.ââItâs just Obi-Wan, Cody. I am not, and never should your General. And if thatâs too familiar, Master Kenobi will suffice for me.âÂ
How long was that? 6 months ago? 12 months ago? Two years ago? What had he lost in the time he tried to reclaim himself? Tried to find himself.
Who had he cut loose when he shed the skin of Commander Cody of the 212?Â
Obi-wan had answered then with some sort of sad resignation that Cody couldnât pinpoint. Like they wouldnât see each other again. He wonders now if Obi-Wan had sensed his inner turmoil. Kriff, of course he did. He was a Jedi.Â
Thatâs why he never reached out. Why he stopped when Cody stopped.
Suddenly heâs crying like a child when this starts to hit him.Â
The confusion of it all. The suddenness. He could have lost Obi-Wan, and he doesnât know if that would make him feel better. It might make him feel worse.Â
Sobs and sobs rock his body. He didn't feel sad when he came in. He was anxious, yes. But sad? No, not at all. He hoped they could talk.
He acknowledges that this is a lot from him too. He hasnât been on a battlefield for two years. He hasnât seen an injured man like this since the clone wars ended.Â
Fox leads him to a comfortable chair, and places a gentle hand on his back. Heâs glad he doesnât ask questions. Fox isnât like the others who lose their mind at the sound of Cody crying. Heâs the eldest, supposed to keep them together. But Fox lets him be the baby.Â
As he revels in Foxâs comfort, heâs shocked to realize the absence of company.Â
It occurs to him then that Obi-Wan doesnât really have many people to visit him. His relationship with Anakin Skywalker was infamously laughable. Ahsoka Tano had remained a distance from the Temple even after everything. The Council was spread across the galaxy, keeping peace without an army.Â
The Order was busy. Fighting wars the Jedi should have left ages ago. Cody thinks sadly to himself that they should have taken their Jedi with them. They could have sorted out the logistics later on. Â
Oh Force, he thinks, did IâŚdid I leave him alone? Mustering all the strength in the world, he forces himself to look at Obi-Wan.Â
 He doesnât like what he sees.Â
Obi-wan looks pale. Almost as pale as a Kaminoan. According to the briefing from Fox, it wasnât the burns that landed him on a stretcher. Though his body is covered in enough bacta to challenge that. It was the smoke inhalation and the blunt force trauma to his head apparently.Â
Cody remembers their many conversations with Obi-Wan about complex relationship with armor, and his fear when his General had stopped using it. The boys of the 212 had made bets about when Obi-Wan would end up in a body cast.Â
And while heâs in no body cast now, It looks like life has finally collected that toll. Â
Cody is almost terrified by how well heâs able to fall into the role of a vigilant commander. After the tears have dried, and the fog has cleared, he pulls the chair closer to the bed and breathes.Â
â
Fox disappears when the sun rises, excuses himself behind the curtain. He tells Cody that despite the curtain being closed, there's no one behind it and that he needs some space to work. Cody assumes he's left to do some Senate work on his datapad, or whatever Fox does to keep himself busy nowadays. He leaves with a gentle press against Cody's forehead, promising him he'll return.
At some point the doctor comes in to check Obi-Wan's vitals, and explains to Cody what procedures were done. He lets him know the Jedi will be there to collect their councilmen within the next few hours where he will likely undergo extensive Force healing for the mental strain he apparently suffered.Â
He shoots a quick message to Rex, who he left alone when Fox came to collect him. He thinks Rex may understand what heâs going through, though heâll never say it aloud. They all know that Rex spends enough time loitering around the secured cells in the upper levels Coruscant to visit his old General.Â
(Rex doesnât know Cody knows this though. That just like everyone whoâs had the displeasure of meeting Anakin Skywalker, they still see some good in him.)
He groans after Rex shoots back a thousand question marks, even tries to comm him. He rushes to silence his comm, not wanting to wake the patient whose eyes have already started fluttering behind closed lids.Â
Its a futile attempt, because before he knows it, the bedâs occupant is stirring faster than he would have liked him to.Â
âCody?âÂ
Itâs been two years, and yet a million years would not have prepared him for their eventual meeting.Â
What does one say?Â
âSorry SirâObi-Wan, I didnât mean to wake you.â He settles for an apology. Force, they could have been in their tents again. Commander and General. Itâs so natural to fall back into old habits. Comforting and terrifying all at once.Â
For his part, Obi-Wan pushes himself up with his elbows, rising slightly so he can look Cody in the eyes. His blue eyes are wide, confusion radiating throughout his expression. And then, his gaze softens, and his brows furrow in guilt.Â
âOh youâre not supposed to be here.â He says the first part gently, more to himself than to Cody, â I apologize, I meant to remove you from my emergency contacts.â For some reason, that hurts. Cody swallows, feeling a familiar thickness in his throat.Â
âLife must be getting difficult for you, Master Kenobi, if youâre starting to fall behind on administrative tasks. You used to be on-top of that during the war.â He returns the comment with a formality of his own, though he means for it to soften the blow as well. If this is hard for him, it must be hard for Obi-Wan too.Â
In response the Jedi chuckles, coughing as he does so. Cody fights the urge to lean over and caress him. You are not his Commander, anymore. You are not his. He is not yours.Â
âWell, the adjustment from General to Jedi Master has had its ups and downs. Sometimes the details get lost in the translation,â he offers with a smile, his blue eyes scanning the clone. Cody can feel the full extent of the Force upon him, probing him unprompted. Heâd learned early on in his service that this was normal for the Jedi. Just as easily as they used their eyes to see, and their voices to speak, they used the Force to scan everything and everyone.Â
It is their way of communication.Â
Cody may have put up some boundaries when he left the army, but this is not one of them. He lets Obi-wan in easily. The Jedi feels him out, his Force touch light and airy. Ticklish almost. âYou really donât have to be here Cody.â Obi-Wan says, more seriously now, letting his body fall back onto the bed, â You can go, I will be alright. Iâll have your contact information removed after this.âÂ
The warmth of his touch is gone. It sends Cody into a momentary spiral. He didnât expect this coldness, this lack of familiarity. The sudden end to their very impromptu beginning. There is so much he still wants to do. To say.Â
He canât stop the words that escape his lips next.Â
âThat no-attachment clause sure has come in handy now, hasnât it.â
Itâs a vile kick in the gut, to throw something as sacred as the Code in the Jediâs face. Obi-Wan jerks himself up, eyes wide. His machine beeps loudly. He looks dumbstruck, as if Cody has just slapped him across the face. Hard.
Cody knows in that moment his General recalls the late evenings they sat alone together, talking for hours about the Force, about the Order. About what it meant to Obi-Wan, about how the galaxy wide bastardization of his Order, his family, had hurt him more than he let off.
How the Force--The Order--had been there for Obi-Wan at his lowest. That this "emotionless order of monks" had saved him from himself time and time again.Â
How many times had Obi-Wan dragged a broken, shell shocked Cody into his quarters, forcing him onto his bed to meditate. How many times had Cody spoken the words 'I am one with the Force and the Force is with me' as Obi-wan calmed him after a gruesome battle, shielded him from the sharp pain of immeasurable loss. How many times had the Force been there for Cody, orchestrated through Obi-Wan?Â
Cody knows Obi-Wan recalls these moments because the clone does as well. And now, his guilt strengthens.Â
âExcuse me?â He grits out, wincing, âYouâre the one who wanted nothing to do with us.âÂ
Cody recoils.
âItsâŚnot that simple.â He manages, barely above a whisper.Â
In these past few months, heâs found himself saying this a lot. To his brothers, when they ask if he still cares about Obi-Wan. To his therapist, asking what he needs to move forward from what happened to him. To himself, when he looks at his reflection and wonders how he got to where he is now.Â
The Force is back, cautiously ebbing around Codyâs field. Hesitant as the former commander lets him in.Â
Gently, Obi-Wan speaks, âYou were resistant to me in the Force, and cold whenever I was around you. I know what The Republicâwhat we did to youâIâm not an idiot Cody. I knew you wanted your space away from me.â
Cody cannot meet his eyes. He feels ashamed. And confused. As if the consequences of his actions are now coming to tear him into pieces. But he shouldnât feel this way, right? He wanted this, right? Â
âI donâtâŚâ Cody deflates and throws his head into his hands. This is what he was dreading. His mind is still a mess of commands, of order, of questions, of anxiety. This is like exposure therapy, his trigger and his love all bound in one.
Through the gaps in his fingers, he looks at Obi-Wan lying in a hospital bed, bandages on his arms and head.Â
Made to protect a galaxy that would have had his kind murdered if it hadnât been for the discovery of the chips (and even that happened too late. Both have the saber and blaster scars to prove it). He thinks of Obi-Wan who threw himself into battle to save his men, who placed himself between Cody and a bullet to make sure his Commander made it out alive.Â
Who approached him after Order 66 to make sure he was okay.Â
Cody is flooded with thundering guilt. Was all this worth then? If he feels this way about Obi-Wan? What will he tell Rex? What will he tell Boil? Heâs supposed to set an example. Heâs supposed to be the one who breaks free. What will he be telling his brothers if he goes back? âCodyâCody, breath!â How Obi-Wan found the time to leave his bed and pull up a chair that had been on the other side of the room in the span of two seconds, Cody does not know. All he knows is that heâs enveloped in Obi-Wanâs physical and not so physical embrace, breathing deeply as tears cascaded down his face.Â
âI thought I wanted that, Sir. And part of me is still finding out what all I want, but I know that I havenât felt the way I just did when you touched me with the Force in a very long time. And I think that no matter how I feel about you, if you died today, I would have lost my kriffing mind.â He admits through tears, âso that counts for something, I guess. But I donât know what that means for me.âÂ
âHealing is not linear, Cody. I,â Obi-Wan falters, âI still have not spoken to Anakin. I still have not forgiven Qui-Gon, but I would never regret my time with them. And when I am ready, I hope to embrace my padawan again. I say this to let you know that should you never want to see me after this, I will accept that. But I will always be here, waiting for you to return Cody. Be it in this life, or when we are both one with the Force.âÂ
Cody balls, sobbing loudly as he clings onto Obi-Wan. He nods, the coil in his stomach unfurling. He wonders if it is Obi-Wanâs doing.Â
âIâm sorry for what I said about the Code. I'm sorry for everything,â he breathes, pulling himself together, âI am usually not like this.â âNone of that Cody, you have nothing to apologize for. The fault is ours. The Order should have done more for you and your siblings,â he states, fingers running through Codyâs hair, âI had hoped that by staying away we were doing that, but I suppose we should let you choose how we interfere.âÂ
(He wants to tell him that this isnât the case for all Jedi. Plo Koon tried the silent treatment, and Wolffe, Boost and Sinker apparently cornered him outside of his suite in the Jedi temple.)Â
âClones getting a choice,â Cody chuckles through his tears, âwhat an amazing concept.âÂ
Obi-Wan hums, fingers still twisting in Codyâs curls. Cody is more comfortable than he thought heâd be. He welcomes Obi-Wanâs touch just as he did the Force. âObi-wan, I want to be with you. It wonât be easy, but neither was the war. And we both survived, somewhat.â The tears have stopped now, and he finds both his footing and his voice. Gently, he untangles himself from Obi-Wanâs arms and adjust himself so that he captures those blue eyes with his own.Â
âI think we can win this too. If youâll be patient with me. I am stillâŚhealing, as you put it. They did a lot to us in Kamino, and to put it frankly my brain is fucked. And a lot of that was before the war. I will not be easy to be with.â âMy padawan is Anakin Skywalker who nearly turned Sith during the war, I donât think the Force wants me to be with easy people. And I donât want to either. Besides, I was willing to not speak to you for two years. I will be as patient as you need me to be, Cody.âÂ
âIf youâre comparing me to the two second Sith, then weâre off to a bad start.â Obi-Wan erupts into laughter. Genuine laughter. Laughter so hard, he begins to tear up. Though Cody is somewhat hesitant to credit the humor alone for the tears. Maybe Obi-Wan needs an excuse of his own.Â
âWhoâs idea was that nickname?â âIt was Jesseâs, but now most of the 501st has adopted it. While half of the galaxy calls him Vader, the 501st calls him the two second Sith. I think itâs how they cope.â Cody joins in, reveling in the ridiculousness of it.Â
Leave it to the 501st and their General to be the much needed comic relief.
In between their laughter, and their tears, they lean forward, foreheads brushing against the other.
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(Sometime later, when Obi-Wan has fallen back to sleep, and the Jedi have come to collect their council member, Cody stands to collect Fox from behind the screen. Itâs time they both go home.Â
He nearly screams when he pulls back the fabric and sees Fox sheepishly bury his head into the mass of hair that is Jedi Master Quinlan Vos.Â
He doesnât even want to ask how much the latter heard. )
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Any enemies to lovers future AU Sterek fics? At first they annoy each other just as much as they used to, but ofc that changes. Thanks, ur awesome
Oh definitely.
magical protection at the hands of a snarky spark by sychia_rin
(1? I 341 I General)
Stiles stormed his way through the room. The ward he literally just made felt broken.
He eyed the tall man standing on the balcony as he turned to face him, he quirked up an eyebrow looking as shocked as that grumpy face could get him. He must be some newbie guard.
"I just put that ward there shitface. Shoo," Stiles motioned for him to move. The guard stood in place, watching Stiles as he stomped closer.
....
Where an overworked Stiles works for the (royalish?) Hale family doing magical tasks. Vaguely Merlin inspired if you squint.
royal blue fits better with Derek by 08JustLizeth80
(1/1 I 3,129 I Mature)
Where Derek Hale is the prince of England and Stiles is the (extremely) ineloquent and mouthy first son of the United States.
Or
Where Stiles thinks royalty is such an archaic concept it shouldnât even exist (which has nothing to do with his inadequate and totally not existing crush on the prince).
Knot Your Typical College Romance by stilesanderek (minxxx)
(1/1 I 51,546 I Explicit)
In which Stiles loves studying at Beacon Hills Supernatural University and even though he loves his group of friends, he just wishes that Derek wasn't included in it. Stiles hates the guy fiercely, and he knows it's completely mutual, and what he also knows it's completely mutual is the hate boner they both have going on for each other. What happens after they finally hookup after years of tension, though, isn't something Stiles ever signed up for.
âShut the fuck up, Stilinski,â Derek hisses, their foreheads less than half a dozen of inches apart.
âOh yeah, big guy?â Stiles says, stuffing his chest in defiance, licking his mouth once and then finally saying, âMake me.â
all you have is your fire by hansuckss
(7/? I 20,624 I Mature)
âWhy wouldnât I? I mean, if itâs a matter of saving someoneâs life. You know,â Derek smirked. âThere are lots of things I can do for an hour.â
Everyone knows they can count on Stiles Stilinski, the most composed paramedic at the fire station, and he takes pride in his work. At least until a new firefighter shows up. The newest firefighter-in-training, Derek Hale, is a former football player with a huge hero complex and limitless energy. And until fate brings them together, Stiles can put up with the man's presence. Sparks flyânot in a positive way. The fact that Derek is hotter than the fires he puts out and annoyingly charming doesn't help.
Help Wanted (But Not Really) by reillyblack
(9/9 I 26,096 I Mature)
"Stiles, I'll clear up your confusion about the position. Derek here needs someone to live with him. He's a difficult person to live with, so I won't sugarcoat that. But his responsibilities at the company right now make it impossible for him to actually take care of himself and his home. That would be your job," Laura explained.
Both Stiles and Derek objected at the same time.
Five Times Detective Stilinski and Fire Captain Hale Had Sex In Public, and One Time They Did It In A Bed by bleep0bleep
(7/7 I 32,853 I Explicit)
"Did you say--" Stiles starts.
"What?" Derek growls.
"We're not a couple!" they both retort in unison.
"We're not together," Stiles insists.
Lydia coughs pointedly. "An incident report filed by 87th Precinct Captain Erica Reyes. March twenty-fifth, eight p.m. Came back to the precinct to grab my coat, only to hear Stilinski banging his new boyfriend in the holding cell."
Words Cannot Espresso How Much You Bean to Me by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
(1/1 I 68,366 I Teen)
âYouâre late,â Derek informed him coldly, jaw clenched. He barely even moved his mouth to speak. This guy was seriously scary.
And because Stiles was suicidal, he said, âNo, Iâm Stiles.â
The look he got couldâve curdled milk. Stiles even noticed that Derekâs muscles were tensing, arms bulging even more and wow this guy was scary and hot but mostly scary holy shit.
âYouâre not funny,â Derek informed him coldly.
Stiles shrugged. âI think thatâs a matter of opinion.â
Like it or Not by Halevetica
(56/56 I 80,902 I Not Rated)
Stiles works as the editorial assistant at Vogue. He loves everything about his job except for his boss, Derek Hale. Derek Hale is the worst and Stiles hates him. But when Derek drags him to the yearly awards dinner within the company, he is forced to play boyfriend for the night to make Derek's ex jealous. Things couldn't get much worse...or so Stiles thought.
(Fuck you they said) As they threw their threads fromâ
theirâ
wedding bed by dearericbittle (dutchmoxie)
(9/9 I 96,199 I Mature)
First Son Stiles Stilinski just accidentally caused an international incident. And apparently the only way to save human-werewolf relations is to marry him off to Prince Derek of Triskele. Stiles is going to need all of his acting skills to make the marriage look real, because the Prince is kind of a fucking asshole.
Enemy Lines by qhuinn (tekla)
(17/17 I 149,179 I Explicit)
This is the story of werewolf Derek Hale and human Stiles Stilinski: two people who grew up in the same town but completely different worlds, their realities split by the war between men and wolves.
Years later when Derek returns to Beacon Hills, he does it as Alpha of a military pack on a mission to capture those responsible for the regionâs resistance. With his main objective, Sheriff Stilinski, out of sight, he settles for the next best thing: his son, Stiles.
Neither of them suspects theyâll need to trust each other if they want to make it out this alive.
The Final Pack by Kedreeva
(33/33 I 428,148 I Mature)
Humankind is fighting its way back from near extinction against the supernatural beings that fed upon the remaining humans in the aftermath of the 2012 apocalypse. On the front lines, Stiles' best friend gets bitten by a werewolf and Stiles must strike a bargain with wolves in order to save him.
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BAD DAY
francisco morales x f!reader
warnings: angst. sad girl jo hour. comfort!frankie. bad day!reader. work is mean, and frankie is kind. also wrote entirely on my phone, so if there are errors, pls pretend there arenât.
you: hey, donât think Iâm gonna come over. had a bad day, just need to shower and sleep. sorry! I miss you xx
itâs been a bad day. rough, horrid. almost turbulent. one of those one-thing-after-another kind of days.
the ones where you fire off a text to cancel plans and lean on the steering wheel to level your breaths.
youâre sorry, and you miss him.
two thoughts which revolve around the ripped-open pit in your brain as soon as youâd put them in the text. because you are, you do. hating yourself for being a disappointment, for letting him downâfor wasting his timeâas you turn the key to spark your car to life as you lift your head.
the drive home is just as torturous. hitting every red lightâthe radio playing all the songs which grate. doing so until you flick it off, sitting in the thick silence of your own making.
frankie would make it all better. five minutes in his company, and youâre sure youâd want to smileâyouâre just unsure if your face could make it happen. he deserves better than seeing you like this, downtrodden and broken.
when you pull onto your drive, the rain is still coming downâhammering its watery fists against the roof of your car. then it begins pounding on you, doing so until your key unlocks the front door, darkness and emptiness greeting your sad mood like a friend.
usually, youâd care that you're leaving puddles behind you. tonight you donât. teeth chewing on your bottom lip, cutting the skin, making that copper taste flood your thought.
you think of calling him. selfishly listening to his voice as you try to ask about his day, hoping he wonât ask you about yours. itâs why you donât call, placing your phone on the side, staring at it under the glow from the streetlight through the window.
tomorrow, you promise. tomorrow youâll call him.
your clothes make it more challenging than needing to as you peel them from your skin. a bond having been created between flesh and cotton that it makes anger swim with tears. almost feeling suffocated, eyes brimming as your shirt unsticks from your back and meets the tiles with a slap.
then youâre under the shower, letting hot water warm your bones as tears (thick and full of stress) careen down your face.
your fingers have pruned for a while before you turn the water off. stepping out, doing a poor job of drying yourselfâand then pulling on one of his jumpers.
the one hung on the back of your bathroom door. an accidental thing heâs left behindâa welcomed one in your eyes.
it goes well with your sweats, not that it matters. your bare feet shuffling across the floor to your kitchen, stomach groaning, droplets falling down your neck to your collarbone. it tickles, distracting you.
you blame that for why it takes a second before you smell it. before you hear it.
sizzling. accompanied by the distinct sound of a knife on a chopping board. a sound you know from only three places: your childhood home, late-night cooking shows and francisco morales.
you doubt it could be any of the former, but as you round the corner, youâre thankful itâs him.
all hatless, rolled up sleeves and soft brown eyes. his gaze on you, taking in the sight of you (likely wondering if he can have his jumper back) before the kindest, most gentle smile slowly adorns his face.
it warms youâthe last few parts of you that the shower did not.
you almost ask how, why. lips curling around them, yet something clogs in your throat. sticks to the side, latches in and makes it hard to form syllables, never mind words.
deep down, you know the answer to both, anyway: itâs just because.
because this is more than dating.
because you matterâmore than he can find words for, and your ears are ready to hear.
because he cares for youâknew you needed him, and this is how he cares.
your bottom lip wobbles at the silent answer. the one your brain fills in from how his brows lift ever so slightly and his eyes pool with more adoration.
more tears threaten to break the dam at the sight.
something he must be able to tell, wiping his hands down his worn jeans, leaving the knife and the half-cut salad as he moves towards you, closer and closer.
you donât feel him make impact at first, but you smell him. all cedar and musk, a scent you associate with homeâwith him.
and then you feel him, his chest against your front, his neck against your face as his arms wrap around you, as though he can hold you together with sheer will.
maybe he can.
because it feels okay now, heâs hereâheâs safe.
and while you hadnât wanted to cry, you do. but not because you had a bad day. but because youâre not sure what youâve done to deserve him.
heâd known something was wrong at lunchtime. when youâd called him, voice all softâedges of your words brittle.
his gut worry had been confirmed when he read your text.
something niggling, twisting inside of him. so much so, he didnât think as he grabbed his hat and keys. put his truck into reverse and pulled off the drive.
it crossed his mind he should call. check. not wanting to invade your space, yetâ
Frankie has been shut out before, by others. the silence (them wanting something but not asking) cracking down the centre, not sure what to do, even less so when they rounded on him, asking why he didnât do this and he didnât do that. I shouldnât need to ask for you to be there. but it turns out they did.
with you, though, he knew. knew what needed to be done, what he wanted to do. itâs why he pulled up outside your placeâspotting your car in the drive. the car lights being cut, the wipers stopping as more rain blurs his sight.
you were home, but the lights werenât on.
his teeth nipping at his thumb, eyes staringâwaiting, wondering. seconds stretch into minutes. the feelingâthe one stemmed from a need to make sure youâre okayâtightening in his chest.
fuck it, he thinks, getting out of his truck, moving to yours, spotting how it's unlocked, a dread filling him as he moves up the porch to your door.
earlier, weeks ago, youâd told him where you kept a spare. half-hidden, one of those Amazon-bought fake rocks, and a sea of others so similar around it. he didnât need to furrow, to search, he knew the oneâsaved it in his mind when you showed it to him.
for emergencies, youâd saidâbut your lips had curled into a smirk. like? heâd questioned. and youâd shrugged, faking innocence. you might fancy breakfast with me or something?
it slides into the lock with ease, turning itâgreeted by no shout or scream. he steps in, his boots squelching, seeing small puddles that lead a line.
then he hears itâ
a shower and your sobs. ones that echo out and hammer against himâpecking at muscle and flesh.
it takes him no time to find your car keys, lock your car before he shuts the door behind himself. his hat removed, boots following before his jacket slides off, and he folds it near your door.
just until youâre out, he tells himself. palms spreading down his thighs, moving to your kitchen, checking you have food, only to find no leftovers, nothing quick.
frankie knows you well enough to know that you donât cook for yourself much, even when youâve not had a bad day. his hands moving, rolling up his sleeves as he stares at what you haveâan array of choices hurtling through, ones that require spices he canât be sure you have. so he does the best he can.
frying. chopping. so focused on being quick, tidyâhe looks up to find you standing there.
thereâs not a version of you he wouldnât find attentive. you took the breath from his lungs that first night you smiled at himâmade his heart double its pace when you talked to him for the entire night.
but you looked worn out, tired, and drained. like youâd had chunks of you taken out all day.
and it hurts, wounds. cuts more than a blade from an attacker or a bullet from an unseen rifle. his hands releasing the knife, hearing itâeven if youâve spoken no words.
why?
because, he wants to say. because youâre having a bad day, and itâs the least I can do.
because I care, and this is how I can show you.
you matter. a lot.
but he doesnât say any of that, instead hoping the words make it to you from his stare. wiping his palms down his jeans, turning down the cooker as he moves closer, watching, wanting you to have time to push him away if you so wish to.
you donât.
relief flooding, mixing and concocting with the earlier worryânot settling until he has you close. chin on your head, feeling your breaths along his neckâyour hands balled up on his shirt, clinging to him as though heâs all you need to breathe.
frankie gets it.
as he holds you to him, feels you wobble and crumble, heâs pretty sure youâre all he needs to, as well.
an: I made myself cry, if Iâm honestâhuge thanks to G. I heart you.
#francisco morales x reader#francisco morales#frankie morales#frankie morales x reader#francisco morales x you#francisco morales fanfiction#frankie morales triple frontier#frankie morales x you#frankie morales x f!reader#triple frontier x reader
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More shield x reader smut đ you are my favourite writer
A/N: I found this very tricky to do, but I hope I somewhat did it justice and I hope you enjoy still!! Title: Good Things Come To Those Who Wait Pairing: The Shield x AFAB!Reader Word Count: 2,674 Warnings: Smut, swears
Licking your lips in anticipation, your heart races with the perfect cocktail of nerves and excitement as Deanâs grip on your hand tightens ever so slightly while heâs leading you back to the hotel room that youâll be spending the remainder of the night in, with company, no less.
Youâre excited at the prospect of an entirely new experience awaiting you, but youâre also nervous for the exact same reason. Roman and Seth are waiting for you behind the closed doors, and to this very moment, youâre still extremely surprised that Dean had been so open to the idea of sharing you with them both when theyâd approached him about it, even if itâs only for tonight.
âYou sure you still want to do this? Because if youâve changed your mind or anything, I can let them know. Wonât be the end of the world, I promise.â
Dean asks, stopping right outside the hotel room, his concerned eyes not leaving yours until you give him something, anything. You attempt to give him a reassuring smile and a nod, also squeezing his hand in further reassurance.
âIâm sure, justâŚa bit nervous. Iâve never done anything like this before now, thatâs all,â you tell him, âOnce weâre in and getting to it, Iâm sure Iâll relax a bit. Donât worry about me, I still want to do this.â
Deanâs eyes scan yours for any signs of doubt, but he finds none. He takes you at face value, flashing you a smile and planting a tender kiss on your lips before he swipes his card and opens the hotel room door, pulling you inside with him before he closes it behind you both and locks it.
Already perched on the edge of the double bed, waiting for you both, are Seth and Roman. Upon seeing you, they both give you a warm, welcoming smile, not wanting to jump right into things and instead wanting to ensure that youâre comfortable first and foremost.
âHey, you two took your time!â Seth jests, rising up off the bed, âWe were starting to think you decided not to share her after all, Ambrose.â
âCome on, man. Good things come to those who wait, right?â
Roman chuckles, soon bursting into a hearty laugh, with you joining in with him at the sight of Dean playfully flipping Seth off. You break away from Deanâs side for a second once the laughter dies down, glancing between each man, gauging your next move.
Do you get right down to it? Do you sit around and talk for a bit first? You arenât entirely sure, but the former seems more appealing to you. Itâs not like Roman and Seth are complete strangers to you, either. Youâve just never known them in this kind of setting before.
Itâs almost as though Dean reads your mind when he rejoins you at your side, looping an arm around your waist and turning you to face him. He greets you with a smirk, resting his forehead against yours.
âWeâre gonna start things off together, and then the boys are gonna join in. Okay?â
He asks, and you give him a smile and a nod in response. Your smile quickly dissolves into a smirk, and you gaze up at Dean, trailing a hand up to his chest while you seductively tug your lower lip between your teeth.
âOh, so this means I have to put on a show, hm?â
You ask, and Dean matches your sultry demeanour, pulling you closer to him while he slides a hand down the small of your back, stopping when it meets your ass, giving you a purposeful squeeze.
âBut thatâs exactly what you wanted, right, baby?â Dean chuckles lowly in your ear, âNow letâs see if you can handle all of us.â
Seth and Roman watch on from the couch opposite the bed while Dean leads you to the bed, nudging you back onto it before he pins you to the mattress, his strong arms boxing you in. Deanâs careful not to press too much of his weight onto you, but he leans in and kisses you tenderly at first, then it quickly grows more heated between you both.
He raises a hand of his off of the mattress, making it free to roam over your body. He practically swipes down the front of your shirt, making quick work of the buttons in one swell swoop to bare your bare breasts to him, a welcome sight for all three men.
âDidnât even bother wearing a bra?â Dean purrs, shooting you a knowing smirk, âSuch a naughty girl, hm? What are we gonna do with you?â
You donât even get the chance to answer him, any semblance of a response choked down by a shuddering gasp when Deanâs mouth trails south in search of one of your nipples, sucking it into his mouth. Your breath hitches, and your hands fumble to undo his belt, tugging his pants and boxers down his thighs to free his hardening cock from its confines.
Seth and Roman are most definitely enjoying the sight, respectively beginning to strip whilst keeping their eyes on you and Dean. Seth takes his rightful place back on the couch, palming himself through his boxers while Roman takes the more open approach of stroking his now-free cock.
âAh, she likes that, huh?â Roman smirks, watching intently at the way you gasp softly when Dean repeats the action with your other nipple, âGood to know, Iâll be trying that when itâs my turn.â
Dean unlatches himself from your nipple and lifts his head, more than likely about to retort, but itâs soon replaced with a soft grunt when you reach down between you both and wrap a hand around his cock, stroking him languidly at first before you become more enthusiastic. He switches positions, moving off of you to sit up on his knees in front of you instead, granting you easier access while you shift with him, mirroring his own position on the bed.
Seth, now sliding his boxers down his legs and kicking them off to one side of the room, strokes himself to your movements, not wanting to avert his eyes while he grunts softly, eagerly awaiting his own turn with you.
âIs that good?â You ask Dean as you continue to stroke him, but you already know the answer. Dean thrusts into your hand, spurring you on, and you feel your own arousal rising, being heightened further by Romanâs and Sethâs eyes fixed on you both.
âFeels great, baby,â Dean groans, grinning widely while he glances to the side at his two friends on the hotel room couch, âBut you know what I think would be really hot? Suck me off while those two watch.â
Wordlessly, you smirk and lower your head, parting your lips for Dean to slide his cock into your mouth. He fills your mouth with ease, and you hollow your cheeks around him while he fists at your hair with a moan, controlling how much of him you can take.
You begin bobbing your head along his length, building up a rhythm, and you hear Seth and Roman get up out of their seats to make their way over to the bed with you and Dean. Theyâre both standing at the foot of the bed, cocks standing at full mast and waiting to be stroked by you. Theyâve clearly had enough of being observers, and want to become very willing participants instead.
âCouldnât stay on the sidelines for much longer,â Sethâs voice is low with want as he closes more distance between you both, âYou still got two hands, right? Use them.â
He demands, and youâre more than happy to comply. You remove your hands from Deanâs thighs and reach out to stroke Seth and Roman, the former in your right hand and the latter in your left. They both gaze down at you, looking on as you pleasure them as well as expertly using your mouth on Dean, to which Dean shoots them both a satisfied smirk.
âI know, I know,â he grips the back of your head again, keeping you at his desired rhythm, âAinât I lucky, boys?â
âSheâs looking a bitâŚempty, though,â Roman grits through his teeth, âThink I should fill her up, yâknow? She deserves it.â
Roman stops himself there, as though heâs seeking permission from you and Dean. You groan around Dean at the thought as well as involuntarily clenching around nothing, and Dean chuckles lowly and bucks into your mouth.
âOh, she liked the thought of that, lemme tell you. Go on, fuck her. Make her scream.â
Roman needs no further telling. You release him from your grasp, and he makes his way behind you to tug your skirt and underwear down in one swift motion. Youâre already dripping wet, your slick folds on full display to him, and he wastes no time in rubbing the head of his cock through your folds and lining himself up with your entrance.
âIâd better get a turn!â
Seth grunts out, and Dean is quick to reprimand him with a swat to the chest while he reminds him to be patient, and that good things come to those who wait. A fleeting moment passes, but Seth has a lightbulb idea.
âI mean, thinking about it, actually, I could get a turn now. I could always just take her in the ass if sheâll let me.â
Your pussy throbs at the suggestion, and Roman smirks from his place behind you. As best as you can, you nod, Deanâs cock still in your mouth, and thatâs the green light that everyone needs. Dean withdraws from your mouth with a wet pop, and youâre quick to sit back up on your knees as you glance between the three men with hunger in your gaze.
âFuck, Iâve never had both at the same time before,â you smirk, âDean must think really highly of you both, letting both of you fuck me while I just suck his cock.â
âGotta let them experience it just once, baby. Once in a lifetime experience, probably ainât never gonna come around again.â
Dean quips back, with Roman and Seth laughing amongst themselves while they reposition. Roman now lays flat on the bed, and you move to straddle him, and Seth kneels behind you on the bed. Dean remains to the side of you, still poised and ready from where he sits on his knees on the bed, but with a bottle of lube from the bedside table now in his hands, ready to pass along to Seth.
Seth gratefully accepts it, popping the lid open to slick his cock up with the substance, and once everybody is happy in their new positions, everything seems to resume without another momentsâ pause.
Roman lines his cock up with your entrance once more, while Seth squeezes lube out of the bottle and rubs it around your tight, puckered hole, even dipping a finger in to stretch you out, if only slightly. You groan at the intrusion, arching your back at the sensation, and you moan out an affirmation for Seth and Roman to slip inside you.
âLet them know if itâs too much for you, baby.â
Dean tells you before he slips his cock back into your waiting mouth, while Roman slides into your pussy seemingly with ease. A guttural moan falls from his lips at the way your walls squeeze him, and he has to refrain from immediately bucking up into you. Seth is next, taking his time to line himself up with you before he pushes into the tight ring of muscle, moaning wantonly at the tight fit.
âHoly fuck, sheâs so tight,â Seth hisses, his nails biting into your hips while you moan around Deanâs cock, âI can barely move, jesus-â
Roman, unable to physically restrain himself for much longer, begins to fuck you roughly, thrusting up to meet you while his grunts and groans mingle with the wet slaps of your bodies colliding.
Deanâs fingers thread back through your hair, somewhat more tender this time, remaining aware of how overstimulating and overwhelming the experience has the potential to be for you. But youâre lost in the pleasure, completely consumed by it, each hole of yours being filled by your partner and his two best friends, and youâre loving every second of it.
Seth slowly begins to take you from behind, and he lands a harsh slap against your ass cheek before he gradually begins picking up the pace. Every sound of yours is muffled by Deanâs cock in your mouth, but you know that you wonât last much longer, not with the way theyâre hitting virtually every sweet spot inside you with their thrusts.
âFuck, I donât think I can last much longer-â
Roman growls just as his thrusts begin to falter, and mere moments later, heâs brought himself to the brink. You feel his cock pulse inside you as he spills himself deep within you, and he stills inside you before he goes limp under you while he comes down from his high.
Dean glances down at you, seeing the pleasure written all over your face in the moment, and itâs practically all he needs to send himself over the edge. Knowing youâll more than likely swallow every drop he gives you, he doesnât offer you the option, unloading his seed right down your throat as he cums with a loud moan of your name, and as predicted, you swallow every drop he has to offer you.
âFuck, baby, youâre doing great,â Dean praises you, releasing himself from your mouth for the final time with a wet pop, âSuch a good girl for us.â
Now, youâre able to freely be as loud as you desire. Youâre panting, rocking back to meet Sethâs thrusts, Romanâs cock still inside you until it eventually slips out as a result of how eager and desperate youâre becoming to reach your own peak.
âSeth, Iâm almost there!â you whine, trailing a hand down where your deft fingers rub rough circles around your clit, âIt feels so good, donât fucking stop-â
Thatâs all the encouragement Seth needs. Dean and Roman enjoy the show, Roman still underneath you while Dean catches his breath off to the side, while Seth pounds into you as fast as he can allow himself to go.
âIt wonât be long for me, either,â Sethâs breathless now, still chasing his orgasm, âWant me to pull out, shoot it all on your back?â
You nod eagerly, small grunts and groans spilling from your lips as you brace a hand on Romanâs chest for leverage, the other still toying with your clit as you finally send yourself over the edge. You see stars when you cum, your knees buckling as your pussy twitches and convulses around nothing before you collapse forward onto Romanâs chest.
Seth, unable to hold back for much longer, moans your name before he pulls out of your ass, strokes himself to completion, and shoots his load all over your back, just as promised. He stops himself from pressing his full weight onto you when he collapses forward, joining yourself, Dean, and Roman in being completely and utterly spent.
âFuck, that wasâŚâ
âAmazing.â
âIncredible.â
âFucking mindblowing.â
You started the sentence, and the responses from each came tumbling in simultaneously. Breathless and positively drained, you laugh at the fact, rolling off to the side of Roman to lay there on the bed, giving him the chance to catch his own breath while Seth perches himself on the edge of the bed.
Youâre completely exhausted, but your drowsy eyes still flit up to meet Deanâs own, only to find that heâs already gazing down at you with pure adoration in his eyes. You flash him a dozy smile, and heâs quick to give you one right back.
âYou did amazing, baby,â Dean praises you, propping himself up on the bed, ready to get up, âCâmon, letâs get you cleaned up, then you can rest. You deserve it.â
#wwe fic#wwe imagine#wwe oneshot#the shield x reader#dean ambrose x reader#seth rollins x reader#roman reigns x reader#the shieldxreader
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I have this HC where Crocodile and Mihawk realize that Buggy's wormed his way into both of their hearts when he actually makes them both laugh and they start looking forward to setting eyes on him all the time. What clinches it is when Shanks stops by and Crocodile and Mihawk both get protective and jealous because of the history Shanks shared with Buggy. Buggy just thinks his two "partners" are plotting to murder him.
Mihawk realized it first, that the clown had gone from an annoying, albeit useful, asset to someone he actually wants to spend time with. Crocodile of course, mocks him for this. Here he had thought the greatest swordsman had some taste, he is with Crocodile after all, but liking the clown? Really?? The guy making dicks out of balloons, that's a person Mihawk wants to be with? What a waste of time. But hey, it's the swordsman's life he can do what he wants with it.
And then it's two weeks later and Crocodile is storming into Mihawk's greenhouse, practically his own sandstorm because now he too has feelings for the clown! Oh sure if it was just sex he wanted, that would be one thing! Crocodile wouldn't even flinch if his feelings were just contained to wanting to fuck the "emperor" til he was begging, crying mess. But no! Here he is, a former warlord, wanting to get Buggy things so he can see the other man wear them, wants to hear the clown's stories and jokes because fuck if it doesn't spark something in him. Here he had thought his own tastes were above this! Being with the greatest swordsman in the world? Great! But add an honest to God Clown to that? No, just no! Meanwhile, Mihawk continues to water his tomatoes throughout the rant, only occasionally interrupting to remind Crocodile that if he harms his orchids, he'll have far bigger problems than a crush on a clown, Mihawk will make sure of it.
And for a while, that's that. They don't immediately make a move on Buggy, not ones to make some big grand gesture of feelings. Instead, they'll ease into. After all, they have time. So slowly, their bullying moves onto teasing (and still some bullying, but it's with care). Mihawk sometimes gifts him with fresh produce from his garden. Crocodile offers to train together. Hell, they even go and watch one of the shows he puts on with his crew! They couldn't be any more obvious about their affections.
(Buggy has no idea his feelings are reciprocated and just assumes these are all attempts on his life.)
And then Shanks comes strolling up to the island and Buggy makes the offhand comment that hey, he may loathe the red haired bastard, but at least he appreciates Buggy's company! It takes about thirty seconds of Crocodile and Mihawk sitting in silence after Buggy leaves to realize, that in fact, no they do not have all the time in the world, and that yes, they could have been more obvious with their affections.
The following few days are spent as Buggy's shadow, glaring daggers at Shanks and reminding him that Buggy is a Key component of the Cross Guild, and he can't just come waltzing in here demanding Buggy's attention, thank you very much.
Shanks, having immediately clocked this whole situation, just laughs.
#one piece#buggy the clown#dracule mihawk#sir crocodile#shanks#cross guild#ask#mihawk: ill give him this fresh picksd strawberry. that is sure to relay my affection#buggy: thats a poisoned fucking strawberry im not an idiot#(this turned out way longer than i expected whoops)
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the perfect hostess
60s AUÂ
husband!Jaehyun x housewife!F!reader
feat Johnny and Taeyong
warnings: 60s gender roles, mention of alcohol, johnny and taeyong are attracted to Y/N, smut, minors dni!!! bad english from a french person (blame grammarly), probably anachronisms idk how folks talked in this period but you ainât reading this for historical accuracy.
word count: 3.5K
AN: I tried something new ok, I addressed Y/N as âsheâ rather than âyouâ, tell me if you have a preference, but Iâm not a big fan of this formula (âsheâ sounds more repetitive to me for some reason and I had to use  âY/Nâ a lot more which I know can bother some people)
summary: Jaehyun loves his wife, she's lovely, pretty and most importantly: the perfect hostess. So when he invites his co-workers Johnny and Taeyong over, he's pleased to see that they all envy his marriage.
Jaehyun and Y/N could not be a happier couple. They lived in a well-furnished suburban house, Y/N was a dedicated housewife and Jaehyun was a successful businessman. He worked hard to provide for his family, but always found time to enjoy his wifeâs company, despite his busy schedule. Oh Y/N was certain she made the best match in town.Â
Jaehyun was very much in love with his wife, and always looked forward to coming home to her after a long day at work. Y/N, on her side, admired Jaehyun's work and dedication to what he did. She loved hearing about his work projects and the challenges he faced. So when Jaehyun suggested this dinner with his colleagues, she was happy to accept. âIt sounds like a great idea darling.â
He nodded excitedly. âYes, I would be delighted if you met them.â Walking behind her, he blew air on her exposed neck, making her shiver. âAnd it would also be an opportunity for me to show off your fantastic cooking skills.âÂ
Y/N couldn't help but chuckle at his compliment. "Well, I'd love to have them over. How many are we talking about?"
âJust a few. Two, maybe.â Jaehyun said. âI would not want the whole office to think that I am their friend. I have to maintain some kind of hierarchy, you know.âÂ
"I'll start planning the menu then," Y/N replied, already thinking about the dishes she could prepare.
âWell, we are not in a hurry..â Jaehyun kissed her neck, down to her clavicles and Y/N gripped the counter as she sighed.Â
ę§ âĄ ę§
Dinner was scheduled for Friday, and as the end of the week approached, Y/N's excitement grew, and she spent her week focusing on making sure everything was perfect. She was both impatient and anxious. She was determined to make a good impression.Â
On the morning of the dinner, Y/N woke up early, eager to get started on the preparations. She took extra care in selecting the ingredients for the meal, making sure they were fresh and of the highest quality. She meticulously cleaned and arranged the dining room, preparing the house for the arrival of Jaehyun and his colleagues. Then, she spent hours in the kitchen, cooking up a storm.Â
In the evening, she heard the sound of keys turning in the lock, accompanied by a bunch of husky voices. The men arrived promptly at the agreed-upon time, Jaehyun insisted on not making his wife wait.Â
When they walked through the door, Y/N rushed out of her apron and into the lobby.Â
The two men putting their jackets on the coat rack were very handsome. The former threw her a bright smile, to which she responded shyly, meanwhile, the other was taller than Jaehyun and had sharp eyes. Hers dropped to the floor, and she did not dare to hold eye contact with him.Â
âDonât mind her, she can be a bit shy.â Jaehyun chuckled.Â
His soft smile managed to ease his wife a little, and she eventually welcomed their guests with a warm demeanour. Jaehyun introduced Y/N to the two men, who she now recognized as Taeyong and Johnny. Jaeyhun had insisted on her calling them by their first names, but she did not feel comfortable enough yet.
Y/N led her guests to the dining room, where they were met with a beautifully set table and the delicious smell of the food she had prepared. Jaehyun followed closely behind and the group settled in around the table.Â
ę§ âĄ ę§
Y/N came back from the kitchen, holding a platter of steaming hot lasagna in her hands. She felt a surge of nervous excitement when she set it in the centre of the beautiful spread she had laid on the table her husband and his colleagues were seated. âI hope you all like lasagna.â
Jaehyun looked up at her with a grin. âI am sure it will be perfect, love.â
Johnny and Taeyong took in her elegant dress and overall stunning appearance and smiled. She felt her cheeks flush under their gaze, not used to receiving the attention of men who werenât her husband.Â
âThank you for having us over, Y/N.â Taeyong said, his voice smooth. âIt looks absolutely delicious.â
Johnny nodded in agreement, his eyes still fixed on his friendâs wife. âYeah thanks for having us. You look beautiful, by the way.â
Jaehyun arched an eyebrow and Y/N, flattered, muttered a small âthank youâ.Â
As they started to dig into the lasagna, Y/N watched the men anxiously, waiting for their reaction. She neednât have worried though.Â
âThis is amazing, Y/N,â Taeyong said between bites. âYou are a fantastic cook.â
âI have to say, Jaehyun, youâre lucky to have such a talented wife.â His colleague added.Â
Jaehyunâs eyes narrowed at the comment, curious about where this was going.Â
Y/N, on the other hand, was simply relieved that her efforts had paid off.Â
The dinner progressed and Jaehyun, Johnny and Taeyong found themselves drawn into a conversation about business -probably to avoid the elephant in the room. They discussed challenges they faced, other co-workers and business strategies.
Y/N, noticing the intensity of the conversation, couldnât help but feel a little left out. She had always been proud of her husbandâs success in his field, but she had little interest in it.
As the conversation continued, she excused herself from the table, taking their now empty plates with her. The technical jargon and strategic planning were a bit too much for her, and she felt a little out of place. She retreated to the kitchen to clean up a bit and finish preparing dessert.Â
Jaehyun had noticed her discomfort. He had realized that the conversation had become a little too technical and business-oriented for her liking. He did feel a twinge of guilt for not including her more, but he needed her out in order to discuss the matter he wanted to discuss with the men at the table.
He hadnât even need to bring the subject up by himself, as after a moment of awkward silence, Johnny spoke up. âJaehyun, I hope you donât mind me saying this, but you are very lucky to have a wife like yours.â
Taeyong nodded in agreement. âIt is hard not to be drawn to herâŚâ
âI can see why youâre so crazy about her man.â the taller man pursued, sipping on his wine.Â
At first, Jaehyun had felt a twinge of jealousy. He loved Y/N more than anything in the world, and the thought of anyone else showing interest in her would usually upset him. But right now, he found the situation quite amusing. In fact, he felt a strange sense of pride that his wife could be so appealing to other men. It was proof of how wonderful she was, and he couldnât help but feel a little smug about the fact that he was the one to have you.Â
 âShe is quite amazing, right?â
Taeyong and Johnny both nodded, their eyes lingering on the kitchen door, where Y/N had disappeared.Â
âYou guys seem to be really interested in Y/N.â Jaehyun said, looking directly at them.Â
Taeyong and Johnny exchanged a glance before Johnny spoke up again.
âI told you, and I told her, I wonât deny that she is a very attractive woman,â he said âbut we would never do anything to jeopardize your marriage, I hope you know that. We are friends after all.â
Jaehyun took a sip of his drink before responding.Â
âI am very lucky to have her, indeed.â
Setting down his glass, he stood up, âExcuse me for a moment, gentlemen. I need to check on my wife.â and made his way to the kitchen to find her.Â
When he found her, Y/N was arranging the plates for dessert. He could see the tension in her shoulders and got closer.Â
âAre you okay darling?â
She jumped when she noticed him, looking up. âYes, Iâm fine donât worry.â
Putting his head on her shoulder, he waited quietly for her to be honest, as he always did, and it had always worked.Â
âI feel a little out of place with all that business talk.â She admitted. âI donât understand all those technical terms, and I feel like I donât belong in the conversationâŚâ
He wrapped his arms around her before apologizing: âI am sorry Y/N. I should have made sure you were included.â
âItâs okay. I know itâs important to you, and I want you to know that I am proud of you and all of your accomplishments.â With that, she turned around and leaned in to kiss him softly.Â
Jaehyun helped Y/N carry all the plates when they both emerged from the kitchen. Y/N apologized for her absence and, now in better spirits she was ready to be attentive to all of her guestsâ needs, making sure they had everything they needed and that their glasses were always full. She engaged in lively conversations, in which they seemed very interested, and quickly found herself enjoying their company. She was grateful for the opportunity to get to know her husbandâs colleagues and friends better.Â
However, as they chatted and laughed over dinner, Jaehyun couldnât help but notice the way that Taeyong and Johnny paid his wife extra attention. They both leaned in when she spoke, their eyes never leaving her. It was as if they were both competing for her attention.Â
Even though Y/N enjoyed both of their companies, her impressions of Johnny and Taeyong were quite different.Â
Taeyong was very charming, and she already grew acquainted with his infectious laugh. She found herself giggling at his jokes and feeling an odd flutter in her stomach when he shot her a smile. He was attentive, engaging and seemed genuinely interested in what she had to say. There was something about him that was hard to resist.
On the other hand, she couldnât help but feel a little intimidated by Johnnyâs presence. Something about him made her feel strange. Maybe it was the way he looked at her, with his intense gaze and easy smile, or maybe it was the way he seemed to effortlessly dominate the conversation, his every word commanding attention, even from her husband.Â
However she felt, she felt a little guilty for feeling this way. After all, they were colleagues and friends of Jaehyunâs, but she couldnât help it.Â
Jaehyun could see the way that Y/N was flustered by all the attention she was receiving, the proud feeling lingering. It was somehow gratifying to see others recognize the woman he had chosen to dedicate his life to, and he could tell that she enjoyed it as well. In the end, he knew he had nothing to worry about, Y/N loved him just as much as he loved her. He still made a mental note to keep an eye on the situation though.Â
As they finished dessert and coffee, the conversation turned to more lighthearted topics. Y/N told a funny story about her parentsâ dog, and Johnny shared hilarious anecdotes from his trips, which contrasted a bit with the cold first impression he made on Y/N. Taeyong laughed along with them, his eyes lingering on Y/N whenever he thought she wasnât looking.Â
The dinner drew to a close and Y/N felt a sense of satisfaction wash over her. She had succeeded in making the evening a success, and her guests had enjoyed themselves. She knew that Jaehyun would be pleased as well, and that thought was enough to make her happy.Â
Jaehyun thanked his colleagues for coming and walked them to the door.Â
Before they could say their goodbyes, Jaehyun could not fight the urge to take Y/N by the waist, lean in and kiss her. He knew he didnât have to be scared of his guests, and jealousy had been replaced by something else throughout the night, but Jaehyun still somehow felt like he had something to prove.Â
Heat rushed to Y/Nâs cheeks. She was pleased with her husbandâs display of affection, but she was surprised he would do this in front of his co-workers. Placing his hands on the small of her back, Jaehyun deepened the kiss, pulling her closer.Â
Johnny and Taeyong watched them with envy from the front door, feeling a bit jealous of the loving couple in front of them, as they were both unmarried. He felt their burning gazes on him, but all Jaehyun could focus on was the way his wife melted into his kiss, her hands gripping his arms.Â
Johnny cleared his throat, trying to break the tension, âWell, we should probably get going.âÂ
The couple untangled from each other, Y/N still a bit dazed by her husbandâs action.Â
Taeyong nodded, his eyes still fixed on Y/N, âYes, it is getting late.âÂ
âWell, goodnight guys,â Jaehyun said, his voice light, and smile smug. âThanks for coming over.â
âIt was nice to meet you.â Y/N added politely.Â
Both men reluctantly tore their gaze away from Y/N, and as they made their way to the sidewalk, they couldnât help but daydream about what it would be like to be in Jaehyunâs shoes.Â
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When they left and the couple was finally left alone, Jaehyun pulled his wife close.Â
âYou did an amazing job tonight Y/N,â he declared, wrapping his strong arms around her.Â
She smiled back at him, feeling a little shy all of a sudden. âThank you, I am glad you enjoyed it,â she said, snuggling into his embrace.Â
âI knew you would be the perfect hostess. Thank you for making this evening so special.â He whispered, his breath hot on her skin. âLet me thank you as you deserve.â
Suddenly, he leaned in and kissed her one more time. This time, it was a gentle, tender kiss. Y/N felt a warm feeling spread through her chest and wrapped her arms around Jaehyunâs neck. They stood there for a long moment, lost in the feeling of each otherâs lips, before Jaehyun decided to lead Y/N to the living room, loosening his tie in the process.Â
Once there, he pushed her gently to sit on the couch and kneeled in front of her on the ground. With his hands, he began to stroke her legs, Y/N shivered as Jaehyunâs fingers went up from her ankles to the inside of her thighs. He took one of her feet and placed it on his shoulder, he then proceeded to take off the heels she was wearing, his eyes intensely looking into hers.Â
âYou have worked so hard today. You deserve a rest.â
Y/N sighed, getting more and more relaxed, and Jaehyun released her right leg to repeat his action on the left one, leaving a few kisses here and there.Â
With his wifeâs shoes off, Jaehyun got up and took place next to her, where he got her to sit on his lap. Y/N placed her hands on his shoulders, waiting for his next move, but Jaehyun was taking a moment to observe her face.Â
Her lips always offered him the brightest smile when he came home, her cheeks lit up with a pink shade when he complimented her, and her eyes were always the ones to betray her emotions, whenever she did not dare to speak up.Â
âI love you so much.â He murmured.Â
âOh, Jaehyun..â Y/N leaned in to connect their lips with a new fervour. She cradled his face in her hands and pushed her chest onto his. Jaehyunâs hands travelled from her neck to the collar of her dress and began to unbutton it, exposing more and more of her skin. Pulling the dress down her shoulders, he attached his lips to it and grabbed her thighs to fumble them. Y/N let out a moan and he took advantage of her open mouth to slide his tongue inside of it. Her hands went to his hair and began to mindlessly tug on his locks. âWould you let me take it off?â He asked sweetly, tugging on the fabric. Y/N nodded in agreement and got up on her feet before dropping her dress to the floor.Â
Jaehyun admired his wifeâs body for a moment before motioning her to join him on the couch. âYou know, youâve made quite an impression tonight.â
Y/N smiled, pleased with Jaehyunâs satisfaction. âThank you, I hope they liked my cooking.â Jaehyun chuckled and she frowned, apprehensive.Â
âTheyâve liked more than that darling.â He laid her down under him on the sofa and went back to kiss her neck, an enigmatic smile on his face.Â
Y/N sighed, but curiosity about what he had just said prevented her from enjoying his gestures to the fullest. Feeling her tense, Jaehyun straightened, looking into her eyes for any kind of discomfort.Â
âJaehyun, what do you mean âmore than thatâ?âÂ
With a raise of his eyebrows, he grinned, again. âOh, how can I tell you that, love? You know Johnny and Taeyong arenât married, and I think tonight you made them quite envious of our life together.âÂ
âReally?â Y/N asked, worried. She never meant to make them uncomfortable or for them to feel unhappy with their own situation. Â
âWell, it is not our marriage that they envy the most.â He went down to whisper in her ear. âIt is you.â
Y/Nâs eyes widened in surprise. âWhat?â
âThey are very attracted to you darling. But how could I blame them? You are indeed the most beautiful woman oneâs ever laid their eyes on.â
She looked at him sceptically. âWell, I am flattered, but I think you are just teasing me Jaehyun.â
âBelieve me, Y/N.â he said, âThey told me.â
Confusion and embarrassment washed through Y/N as she processed what she had just heard. Was he angry? Should she apologize? Was it going to change something at work?Â
Catching the glimpse of concern in her eyes, he answered her muted questions, âDonât worry my love, I am not mad. In fact, I understand them very much.â
His lips went back to her chest, as he began peppering kisses along her breasts and belly, and Y/N tried to push the thought of her husbandâs colleagues being attracted to her to the side and focus on his touch.Â
âJaehyun, we should go to the bedroom.â Y/N sighed, her breathing already unsteady.Â
Jaehyunâs hand reached to her chest and took her breasts out of her braâs cups. âI am too impatient for that Y/N.â He began to suck on one of her breasts and fumble the other, making her shiver and whine under him. âPlease, letâs do it here.âÂ
When she gave him her agreement, chuckling about how adventurous he was being tonight, his fingers travelled between her legs and he began to touch her through her underwear.Â
As his fingers continued their ministrations, Y/N threw her head back and started to thrust her hips thoughtlessly, moaning the name of her lover over and over.
Jaehyun got up on his knees, unbuttoned his shirt and Y/N ran the tip of her fingers on his chest and arms as he dropped the fabric. She gave little pecks on his shoulders as he fumbled with his belt, to take off his pants. Eventually, he succeeded and got out of his trousers. Jaehyun slid Y/Nâs panties down her legs and placed his body between them.Â
One of his hands, next to Y/Nâs head, steadied him, while the other held one of her thighs. Y/N gripped the sofaâs cushions as Jaehyun entered her heat, a long moan resounding. She gritted her teeth and they both waited for the uneasy feeling of stretching to disappear. Jaehyun stroked her cheek affectionately, as he peppered kisses on her face to ease her through the pain.Â
When pleasure got the better of discomfort, Y/N gave a nod of her head to her husband and he began to thrust into her.Â
Y/N whined and Jaehyun bit his lip, he was always reluctant to be noisy when they slept together. He started off slow at first, but his speed gradually increased and he took hold of both of her thighs to hit deeper. Pleasure rushed to his head and he began to hit harder.
âJaehyun, itâs- itâs too much! Slow down!â Y/N cried out.Â
He stopped his movements, realizing he had been lost in the euphoria of the moment and had gone too far. He cradled his wifeâs face in his hands and peppered kisses on it. âI am deeply sorry darling, I- you feel too goodâŚâÂ
âItâs okay, just⌠keep moving..â Y/N said before giving him a kiss.
Jaehyun resumed his thrusts and watched Y/Nâs chest rise from the sofa, as her back arched, with self-sufficiency. His muffled groans also grew louder, and it was becoming more and more difficult to keep quiet.Â
Y/N was overwhelmed with the pleasure he was providing her, and her moans grew louder and louder. She felt the coil in her belly tighten and Jaehyunâs movements became sloppy and uneven. Her grip on his neck tightened, and her nails, planting onto his flesh, would certainly leave marks in the morning that would stay for a few days.Â
Y/Nâs eyes teared up, as a wave of pleasure washed through her and they both came together. With a low groan, Jaehyun embraced her and released his load in a final thrust. Y/N snuggled in his hug as heat filled her up, and she felt all of his love wrap around her. Â
Jaehyun had come inside, but he and Y/N were still trying for a baby after all.
#nct 127 x reader#nct smut#nct 127 smut#nct x reader#jaehyun x reader#jaehyun smut#jeong jaehyun x reader#I'm not very happy about how this turned out tbh bu well
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My version of a Fully Charged Aquaman :D
You all know that Aquaman is one of my favorite robot masters. And since he didn't appear in Fully Charged, I spontaneously decided to imagine what he could have looked like. I had a vague color palette, the word aquarium and some free time, so I made it happen.
This version of Aquaman used to work at a water treatment plant (maybe even together with Waveman), but quit his job because he was following his dream of becoming a famous comedian. That dream didn't really work out, since all of his jokes were sewage related and most people couldn't stand them, leading to Aquaman being banned from pretty much any stage in the entire city.
With his hopes and dreams crushed, he started trying to come up with other business ventures to keep him afloat, which eventually led him to build aquariums for a living. But not just boring pet shop aquariums, no no, ginormous, fancy, if slightly tacky aquariums for rich people. Like in that show that's very similar to "cake boss", but instead of giant, shitty cardboard cakes they build giant, shitty aquariums. That's the kind of stuff Aquaman sells to people.
Eventually, he gets really into it, even though at the back of his mind there will always be jokes about shitting ones self.
Now you may be asking "Why does he keep fish in his body? Isn't this animal cruelty?" and you may be right about that, IF they were living, breathing fish, but in actuality, all the fish Aquaman puts in his aquariums are robot fish. Even the ones he always carries around in his body. They're like his little companions. They have different personalities, always judge him when he makes stupid mistakes... Like true friends.
Now for all of you people hungry for robot yaoi... You all know that I'm really into shipping Aquaman with Woodman. And even in the Fully Charged continuity, I'm gonna make exactly that happen.
I feel like they have a similar dynamic to their classic counterparts, as in, Woodman is the only person to laugh at Aquamans stupid jokes, which makes Aquaman fall head over heels for him. Though in Fully Charged, Woodman is quite the troubled individual (paranoia and trust issues), so it's probably gonna take a little time for Aqua to get through to him.
Aquaman also used to be friends with Drillman Sr., after spending many days building and maintaining the giant aquarium in his (former) company building, before he sold it off to Skyraisers Inc., who got rid of the aquarium shortly after they bought it. I feel like he exclusively calls "our" Drillman "Junior" or something, to differentiate between him and his old friend.
Aaaaand I think that's all I wanted to tell you about him. I have a few more ideas for Fully Charged versions of classic robot masters, like Needleman, Swordman and Flashman. Maybe I'll draw them some time in the future. But if I don't manage to do that, I could tell you a little bit about one of them here: So Needleman, for example. I said on a post here a while back that I think Drillman probably got his affinity for music from his mother, or in this case, his (second) dad. I also said that whoever his second parent was is not in his life anymore. Not because they died or anything, but because they were sick of Drillman Seniors shit. I mean, understandable.
Some time ago I joked that Fully Charged Drillman inherited the looks of Classic Drillman and the crippling depression of Classic Needleman, lol. So I decided to turn that joke into my actual headcanon.
My Fully Charged version of Needleman was a punk musician, who got his name from the studded leather jacket he always wore and the needles on his head that were arranged in a way similar to a mohawk. I imagine he and Drillman Senior had a loooot of differences, which eventually led him to leave the country to kickstart his career as a musician shortly after they had Drillman (Junior). Man, the fact that they both share a name sucks so much when I'm trying to write about them. But yeah, that's even more fuel to Drillmans already giant pile of daddy issues.
I've rambled enough again. I promise to deliver you more robot yaoi by the end of the week. Probably. (It's Fireman and Waveman btw.)
Jenny out.
#if aquaman has zero fans that means i am dead#i love seeing peoples fully charged versions of robot masters who werent in the show#so i wanted to try it meself :3#mega man#mega man fully charged#mmfc#megaman#aquaman#megaman aquaman#woodman#also aquawood? kinda?#aquawood
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COMPETITION ASIDE! â- octavinelle + pomefiore
( modern au! ) when they find out youâve been working beyond your limit.
. . . ⢠GENRE: fluff.
. . . ⢠NOTES: old format for this post âcause im finishing this prompt. never got the chance to and i love it <3
[ azul ashengrotto | ceo and personal secretary. ]
as your boss, he was under the impression your day ended when his did. thatâs why he didnât work overtime at the office, so you could go home when he did. sometimes you stayed at his place when you worked late together, but that wasnât too often.
he was concerned when you didnât show up to his house at six in the morning, per usual. you werenât ever late in the years heâs been working with you so he wasnât mad you werenât there, sure he was irritated but whatever.
when you donât respond to his texts and show no signs of having shown up at the office, he gets worried. he drives himself to your place, despite the tweelâs protests that one of them should drive him, to check on you.
when i say he panics when you open the door, i mean he panics. you were in the same clothes you wore the day prior, hair a mess, and eyes deprived of sleep.
he pushes down the guilty feeling when he sees the same feelings occupy your eyes. he pulls you close with a hum of acknowledgment, then dragging you inside.
âyou didnât sleep well, if at all, did you?â azul shook his head, admiring your effort as well as your beauty. âgo get ready, iâll inform jade of our absencesâ ah, donât object. youâve earned a day of rest, iâll see that you get it.â
[ jade leech | company secretary and employee. ]
made checking up on you apart of his duties, without being aware of it. he always stopped by your division just to see you, even if you didnât notice him.
he was running late one day, unexpected errands his coworker piled up for him were holding him up. he got to your division at lunch, under the pretense he was checking on your project and he was beyond surprised.
your division was empty, as they probably went out for lunch, except for you; a uniform jacket was draped on your shoulder. jade was yet to figure out what pissed him off more: you not sleeping properly or another person taking better care of you than he was.
regardless, he shot a text to azul and tidied up your desk. when he was satisfied, he folded the jacket with an unknown owner and wrote on one of your post-it notes a thanks and put it on top before carrying you to his car.
you woke up at this point, it took everything in him for jade not to scold you on the spot. somehow he succeeded, letting out an uncharacteristic hum to lull you back to sleep.
after settling you into a guest room; jade prepared water, soup, extra pillows, extra blankets, anything youâd need as if you were sick. âi swear, the anxiety you give me takes year off my life.â you may or may not wake up to him asleep in a chair across from you.
[ floyd leech | employee and division leader. ]
unlike the former two, youâre floydâs superior (aka his boss.) you worked in the testing division, you came up with food ideas and tested them for production.
you worked the most out of your team. yes they worked hard, but at work you were revising theirs; itâs only in overtime you get a chance to work on your own.
he was very much the attend all division parties type of guy, itâs one of the many things that made the both of you so different.
the recent month has been the busiest for you all, and shock horrorâ the crew decided to celebrate with a party. you were there as they planned on where to go outside the building, only cause you were looking for your keys and the inner parking lot was extremely dark.
floyd took this opportunity to wave said keys in front of you with a scheming grin.
âcelebrate with me, l/n. we can go wherever you want⌠on me.â while it was uncharacteristic of him to offer to pay, you accepted. mainly cause you had nothing better to do, and also the fact you were his ride home so you wouldnât here the end of it,
[ vil schoenheit | actor and preforming arts student. ]
allow me to start with you are an adult, in college in this timeline.
vil is an alumni at your school, itâs how you met. actually, itâs more because he was a prodigy that breezed right through the course, leaving you behind for another year or so.
guiding you where he could, vil was able to keep tabs on your well being. while he didnât really struggle with school, it was quite different for you. having the tendency to hyper focus and forget the outside world, vilâs been the anchor to bring you back.
this weighed on him when he was offered an overseas project. while you reassured him to take care of yourself, he knew heâd be too busy to check that.
nonetheless, he went. it was quite clear within the first week, heâd be busier than you both expected. it was radio silence on his end; but you still made an effort to record yourself do skincare when talking about your day and sent it to him in place of face timing.
but what matters in behind the scenes, something that was meant to be his expertise. returning to your private doctor watching over you while you were on bed rest after fainting at school was most certainly unexpected, but not too shocking,
âwhat did i tell you about taking care of yourself? did we not make an agreement?â he scolded as your doctor took her leave. it took a while until he moved on from it; had only he knew his silence and exams on top of that caused you to be so anxious you fainted and not your lack of rest.. maybe he wouldâve let you off the hook.
[ rook hunt | idol and manager. ]
tries not to bother you unless necessary because his group members can already be a handful, but makes sure to talk to you everyday (if that makes sense.) it doesnât matter if itâs just hello, heâd prefer have a positive relationship with you.
one night you misdialed him, confusing rook a lot. he was surprised by the tiredness in your voice and your weak laugh when you realized it was him you called by mistake.
he stayed on the phone with you until you fell asleep, talking about random things. he didnât hang up when you stopped responding, he actually went to go get you, your office wasnât far away from where they practiced so heâd pick you up before going to the dorms.
it was at this point, being the leader of his group held an entirely different meaning and responsibility. slowly but surely, the other members stopped relying on you for all the trivial things, lifting a large weight off of your shoulders.
not only that, a new maturity settled in rook that you didnât recognize. you werenât sure what exactly prompted such a change as your memory of the night was hazy, but you were grateful no less.
âi already have their lunch handled. eat with me again, hm?â how could you disagree, your little lunch days were a welcome addition to your schedule.
[ epel felmier | farmer and baker. ]
you and epel are childhood friends, so knowing you well was something he prided himself in.
recently, you entered a baking competition and he was your partner (an honor, truly.) he couldnât help but notice how much wasted bread began filling the trash cans in your kitchen.
while he wasnât as skilled as you in the bread making department, he still made the effort of learning through online tutorials so he wasnât clueless.
being the man of many talents he is, he seemingly surpassed your skill when you first started, however that wasnât the point.
his intention was to learn terminology and the âbaking dictionaryâ per say, in an attempt to understand your ranting about your struggle in âlacking perfectionâ better.
epel did make sure to carve you a special pastry as an reward, regardless of if you won or not. baking isnât as easy as you made it look and he wouldnât ignore that.
âeach pastry tastes better than the last, donât worry. youâre not giving yourself enough credit.â before you could protest, epel shoved a piece of the bread in your mouth with a smile, ââah, i wonât hear otherwise.â
#twst fluff#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#twst scenarios#twst imagines#disney twst#twst headcanons#twst pomefiore#twst octavinelle#octavinelle x reader#pomefiore x reader#azul ashengrotto#azul x reader#jade leech#jade x reader#floyd leech#floyd x reader#vil schoenheit#vil shoenheit x reader#rook hunt#rook x reader#epel felmier#epel x reader
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Phic Phight - Deathâs Brought Me Company
@Mimca @thesilentbard @carelisswriting @kinglazrus
There are times Vlad is truly baffled at how irresponsible, foolish, reckless, inane, stupid, dangerous, dense, careless, thoughtless, witless, idiotic, and hazardous, Maddie and Jack could be. They were his friends, yes, but they were a menace to everyone around them and he is not impressed with their son becoming their lastest âscrew upâ.
Vlad hums as he sorts through a few papers, there wasnât too much approvals he needed to go over and sign but it was still work all the same. It would take him a few hours at least, rather than the seven plus hours poor people had to work but well thatâs the perks of wealth no matter how questionably immorally acquired. That questionable morality was why he didnât bring up his business around those friends of his, they didnât exactly approve of how Vlad got himself to where he is today. He finds it to be rather hypocritical considering those two worked in an area that was highly morally questionable as well, and he highly doubts theyâve achieved everything they have though one hundred percent legal means as well. Alas, he had little interest in arguing such things with them, both could be rather dense after all.
Heâs making good time on this application for zoning investigation and work arounds, which was starting to look like heâd definitely have to deal with it personally and with a little intimidation perhaps. Then his phone goes off, heâs tempted to let it simply go to voicemail, no one was truly entitled to his time or immediate attention after all. Then the caller id tells him itâs them, itâs Jack and Maddie, and any ideas of giving the caller(s) the cold shoulder goes out the window. Theyâd caught up with him four days ago? Heâd given them his condolences for their portal, while also adding in some maybe snide remarks about how âat least there was no tragic accidents this timeâ. Secretly, he wanted that to be a success, in part because he knew theyâd just keep trying and heâd rather them succeed before hurting themselves. The other part was simply that he can then show them his portal in proper, since they didnât want seeing his to influence their own work; establish something themselves without others input was something he could respect. But without them being able to sense and feel the flow of ectoplasm even heâs not sure how theyâll manage it. The fact that theyâre calling again so soon means either it has indeed worked and they had only needed to fiddle with it a bit more, or someoneâs been hurt. All he can do is hope itâs the former, as he picks up the phone, âMaddie? Jack?â.
Itâs Maddieâs voice he hears, hearing her voice before Jackâs excited greetings was never a good thing. The last time that happened Jack had gotten himself hospitalised from a head on collision with a semi truck. The time before that, Jack had somehow gotten the house teleported into the mirror dimension, which Vlad hadnât even known existed. Her voice is worried, âVlad, I think we messed upâ.
Oh no. Vlad sighs, folding up the paperwork that wonât be looked at again today, and puts a few of his fingers to his forehead as he replies, âwhat happened? Are you two okay?â.
âWeâre⌠fine-â.
âAnd! Our portals working!â. Ah thereâs Jack, thereâs excitement in his voice but itâs⌠far too subdued for the man. Very far too subdued. Somethingâs gone wrong.
Did a ghost come through their portal? A dangerous one perhaps? Or is the Infinite Realm side location an unpleasant one? Is the portal unstable? Thereâs lots of possibilities.
âJack dear, let me explainâ.
âRight, sorry Mads. Hey Vlad!â.
Vlad rolls his eyes a little fondly, also slight annoyed of course, Jack could be too eager and exuberant, âyes hello, Jack. Now do explain, Madelineâ.
âMaddieâ, she clears her throat, âafter the portal didnât work we decided to go for a walk, to try and think in the fresh air and cheer upâ.
Perfectly reasonable and expected so far.
âWe even formulated a new shaft design we were going to try and work in, but when we got back Jazz⌠screamed-â.
Jack butts in again, âit was awful and I never want to hear that from my precious princess ever againâ; Vlad can hear the man physically shudder. Yes, he supposes hear oneâs child scream is never good or pleasant.
âAgreed, Jack. But-â, she sighs, â-it was from the lab, Vlad, so we ran down, worried of course-â. It sounds like sheâs bitting her nails, something she only did when very worried. â-the last time anyone screamed in a lab was you and that was terrifyingâ.
Vlad grumbling, âoh Iâm well awareâ, shaking his head, âis young Jasmine alright?â.
âYes, yes, thankfully. But⌠Dannyâs notâ. Well butter biscuits, Vlad gets up immediately to go grab his coat as she continues, âapparently Danny saw how upset we were and thought heâd try to fix the portal for us-â.
Vlad pauses with one arm through his jacket sleeve, he almost squawks but he absolutely does not squawk, âwhatâ; he knows a bit of his ghostly power leaked into his voice and that made his response less pleasant on the ears, but he hardly cares. âHow did he even get down thereâ.
She doesnât chastise him for using his more ghostly voice over phone, meaning she might be concerned enough to have not even noticed, âwe⌠might have forgot to lock the lab when we left-â.
Jack butting in yet again, âbut the kids have been drilled on safety! He really should have known not too!â.
Vlad growls low, âtheyâre children, Jackâ, pulling his jacket on fully and taking a breath, âchildren are not known for abiding by rules and are well known to have invincibility complexesâ. Daniel was a stellar and unfortunate example of that. That boy had tried to eat a pie that was actively on fire before, and donât get him started on the child trying to âbake himselfâ or the blackbird pie incident.
Maddie swallows, âI know we werenât as careful as we should have been, Vlad. Danny⌠wandered inside the portal to see if he could fix it and it turned out we⌠forgot to unplug it as well and⌠forgot there was an on switch inside that needed to be turned onâ.
Vlad knows well his eyes flash red, âexcuse me, would you care to repeat thatâ, that was practically a threat and he knew it. How could they be so! So! So stupid! So utterly and completely and unbelievably moronic! âYou left it plugged in, forgot an on switch INSIDE THE MACHINE, failed to lock the Cracker Jack door, and left a dangerous highly volatile machine in working condition alone while your children were home. Are you two actively TRYING to hospitalise people?!â. It takes some effort to not simply crush his phone, âcollege I can understand, we were all too excitable, but now? Absolutely notâ, growling again, ânow. What is Danielâs conditionâ. Thatâs a demand not a question.
He can hear the wince in her voice, good, and her tones shaky, for a change heâs hoping thatâs from fear of him. âHeâs⌠heâs out of the hospital now, Vlad. Heâs-â.
What. âYou mean to tell me he was in hospital and you didnât call me immediately. Madeline, what the butter biscuits is wrong with you two!â. This was completely unacceptable. He paces in a circle, he wanted her to just hang up already so he can head over there personally and shoot something just to get across how unbelievably pissed and unimpressed he is. As it is heâs seriously debating throwing one of his crystal whiskey glasses at a wall.
âI, we knew youâd be mad and, Vlad, itâs not the same. Thereâs no ecto-acne, his hairâs the same. The doctor even said he was having a perfectly normal reaction to high voltage electrocution. His vitals werenât even wonky!â.
Jack blurting out, âwe were confused! Relieved but confused!â.
Vlad pauses, stilling, âhe⌠doesnât have ecto-acne? None of my symptoms?â. That⌠then perhaps the boy would be fine? Wouldnât be changed by them?
Maddie clearly bites her lip, âno and I thought that, maybe, if you were around, with your ecto-field, that might change things. I thought it was a risk and I knew youâd come immediately if we calledâ.
Vlad pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs aggressively. He supposes they very well could have a point there. As there would be no way to safely confirm if Vlad being near would have some effect on someone else who got caught in a portal. It would genuinely be a risk. Even if she had explained that worry to him he knows he would have gone anyway, he wouldnât have been able to take her at her word. He still canât, wonât. âI want you to send me his medical records, immediately. Iâll read them on my wayâ.
âIâd chastise you about distracted flying but, I understand. Weâve poured over them already and they really are normal. But, heâs- somethingâs not right even if he keeps saying heâs fineâ.
Vlad glares at a wall, it melts slightly, âbutter biscuitsâ, at least his tablet pings an email, him transforming as he opens it, itâs the medical files. Him nodding to himself, at least they had the files on standby already, âgot them. Iâll be there shortly. However, do know that I am not impressedâ, and he hangs up without giving them the chance to say goodbyes or see you soons.
Him flying out a window and flipping through his tablet, the files are⌠somehow perfectly normal and Vlad is a little baffled. His own records showed himself as having a disturbingly low heart rate and blood pressure, an extreme feverish body temp, and far too few breaths per minute. Danielâs was: eighty two bpm, one-twenty over eighty mmHg, ninety-seven point nine Fahrenheit, and a respiratory rate of eleven. His respiratory was on the lower end but it wasnât actively concerning, Vlad himself often averaged only four.
Normal was good. But Madeline said she still felt something wasnât right, perhaps she was simply paranoid or perhaps the electrocution had simply raised Danielâs vitals for a period of time. Vlad shaking his head, the fact that the boy had been inside of the portal and electrocuted instead of simply blasted in the face by pure ecto-energy was horrific; but perhaps such an unfortunate experience would prevent him from becoming something no longer truly human. Vlad did consider himself better for how he is now, but that didnât make the process of become content with it a pleasant one, it also didnât make being a halfa a good thing as it arguably was not. It was a rather lonely existence, which Vlad would rather not see changed in this particular instance. It could one day get him experimented on by his own government, and under that same government he did not truly have rights. He had nothing he could compare himself to, for curiosities sake or for the sake of his well being. There was also the simple fact that having powers resulted in his view of the world and other people being undeniably altered. The mental changes and instincts were an entirely separate issue, one heâs embraced, but that applies to him and perhaps not to a young teenage boy.
He now rather wished it had been Maddie or Jack that had gotten caught in their own creation, rather than a child.
Either way, heâs here now. Floating invisibly above the FentonWorks building and feeling the desire to blast that sign of theirs out of frustration and annoyance. One would think after what happened with him theyâd be even slightly more careful, but apparently not. He lands with a scowl, phasing through the front door and, at the sight that only Maddie and Jack appearing to be around, transforms back into his human form and drops his invisibility; both of them jerk a little and he glares instead of half heartedly apologising or mocking them. âWhere is heâ. Itâs not a question and they know it. Vlad can smell that the boyâs not here, and heâs none too pleased about that.
Jack rubs his neck, âschoolâ. While Maddie winces. Vlad glaring a little more, âhe just got of the hospital for at the very least being electrocuted and you sent him to schoolâ.
Maddie standing up from her chair, hands up pacifyingly, âhe wanted to, Vladâ, dropping her hands, âeven Jazz tried to get him to stay home but he got mad at her for being overbearing and still leftâ.
Jack frowning, âheâs been making almost every excuse he can to not be here, kinda part of our worry you know?â, and laughs in that awkward way that Vlad knows means heâs upset and possibly even scared.
Vlad rubs his temples and walks in further, âI suppose thatâs acceptable then, but what teen actually wants to go to school?â.
âJazz thinks heâs traumatised and doesnât want to be around the portalâ, Maddie frowns, âwhich is understandableâ.
Vlad scowling, âyes, yes it isâ.
Jack tilting his head in confusion, âbut heâs still cleaning the lab, like heâs supposed to so I donât think Jazzâs theory makes senseâ.
Vlad blinks at the man, he canât be serious. âYouâre telling me, you have Daniel who was just in a portal accident cleaning your lab? Surrounded by ectoplasm samples and mess. Jack, I am genuinely debating trying to beat you upâ. The man looks apologetic rather than frightened, which is a fair bit grating. Giving Maddie a hard look, âhow can you justify him being around that if you were worried about him being around meâ.
âWe donât really know how different your ecto-field is, Vlad. And you give off a ton more than any samples we have. For all any of us know there could be some form of halfa gene or energy in yoursâ.
Alright, Vlad can admit that could very well be the case. Sighing, âfine. I still donât approveâ, moving into the kitchen/dinning room fully, ânow what about him seems wrong? I know him being avoidant, of you two or the lab or merely the portal would not be enough to set off alarm bellsâ. After all, such behaviour would be perfectly normal and human.
Maddie frowns and grabs a sample vial out of the fridge, âwe found blood and ectoplasm in the bathroom this morning, and remembering what⌠happened with you and your wings, wellâ, she hands it over to him and he gets her concern immediately, it looks like one of his own samples. âItâs not separating out like human blood and ghost ectoplasm normally does. Normally does, with any sample that isnât from you or someone severely contaminated long termâ.
Vlad nods at the sample, this was near as good as proof to him. He winces a bit internally though, feeling a bit of a pang of sympathy for the boy. The wings âcoming outâ as it were, was incredibly unpleasant. Heâs glad Jack and Maddie had been there for that, to âhelpâ even if it was mostly them getting things straightened out and cleaning him up when he was frankly too exhausted to do it himself. However this meant they werenât there for their son, which would be the more important one to be there for. Rolling his right shoulder a bit, âIâm assuming thereâs more, because yes, him just being contaminated is a viable optionâ.
Jack nods, âhe keeps dropping things and acts very freaked out afterâ. Maddie nodding at her husband then looking back to Vlad, âIâm fairly certain I saw his cereal spoon go through his fingers rather than just dropping it. And he has that unnerving aura around him that you do, I might be desensitised to it but that doesnât mean I donât still feel it sometimesâ, and she laughs playfully a little.
Vlad glaring, flashing his eyes at her, âIâm not in the mood, Madelineâ; making her wince. Vlad pinching the bridge of his nose yet again, eyes squeezing shut, âalright, so it would seem that Daniel is mostly likely a halfa now, correct?â. Dropping his hand and eyeing them as they both nod, âyet he did not have ecto-acne or abnormal vitals?â. More nodding, âand heâs being avoidant of a house full of ghost hunting gear as well as the two ghost hunters who reside in it?â.
Maddie smacks herself in the face immediately, Jack thumping his head down on the table. Maddie groaning, âwhy did we not clue in to that? Ugh. Heâs afraid weâre going to hurt him or hunt himâ. Jack snapping his head up, âwe would never!â.
Vlad gives them a bit of a pitying look, eyeing Jack specifically, âyou two found out the same time I did about my altered state of being, there was never a chance for me to have those kinds of worriesâ, scoffing, ânot that I would have. But Daniel is a child. His brain isnât even fully developed, itâs a wonder he didnât run away on you. Of course heâs afraid of ghost hunters if heâs a ghost himselfâ. They both wince at least.
And the then house phone goes off, Maddie picking it up immediately, âhello?â.
Vlad tilts his head, his ghostly hearing making it easy to listen in. âHey Mrs. Fenton. Was wondering if Danny could spend the night? We got a big project and apparently the dummy forgot to actually do his partâ. That reeks of a lie, itâs not a bad one though, heâll give what sounds like a teen girl that much; it was most likely that Samantha girl.
Maddie eyes the vial now sitting on the table, hopefully sheâs thinking what he is, Danielâs friends knew and were trying to help him, most likely with the fresh wings. Vlad would gamble a concerning amount of money on the belief that Daniel most certainly did not actually go to school and neither did his friends. Maddie shakes her head to herself, âI would really rather he come home, Iâm sure any school work he needs to do is important but Iâd like him homeâ.
Vlad rolls his eyes, the woman was going to make the boy a bundle of nerves, so he walks over and phases the phone out of her grip, making her jump. She glares at him and puts her hands on her hips, âwhat do you think youâre doing?â. Vlad simply smirks, said smirk likely airing on the âvillainousâ side, before giving his attention to the phone, âtell young Daniel that his godfather would like to see him and that said grandfather is not unfamiliar with certain portal-related accidents, as it wereâ. Maddie looks worried. Him moving the phone away from his ear and covering the mic, ârelax, dear Maddie. Being blunt with the boy is far better than making him scared to come homeâ.
The, âwhat are you talking about?!?â, that comes through the phone making all three of them wince from the static and warble. Maddie paling a little and leaning against the counter, after all, that kind of vocal effect was explicitly ghostly and one sheâs heard from Vlad quite literally today multiple times. It was more solid proof. A different male voice, that isnât spectrally infused, pipes up in the background, âdude, your voice?â.
Hmmm, yes his friends did indeed know. Vlad smirking a little again, âDaniel, tell that friend of yours not to worry about your voice, itâs perfectly normal when emotionalâ.
âUm. Uh. Okay?â. Oh the boy sounds so unsure and freaked out, Vlad almost wants to mock him a little. It sounds like heâs turned his head away from the phone, âum, so apparently what just happened is normal? And my uncle god father guy might be, you know, kinda like me or something? And I should probably actually go homeâ.
Then the girls voice again, âif your parents shoot you, Iâm stabbing them and burying their bodies in my gardenâ.
The other male sounds like heâs frowning, âdo you want us to go with? You know, moral support?â.
It would seem Daniel had good friends. A blessing indeed. Hopefully they were less reckless and idiotic than Vladâs own friends, regardless of how fond of them he was. However, Vlad has no interest in explaining himself to three teenagers, Daniel needed the information the other two could hear it from him, âIâd much rather not have this conversation with three hormonal teenagersâ.
Daniel is clearly still talking to his friends, âokay so thatâs a no, Tuck. Apparently weâre too hormonalâ.
âMore like homicidal, I do have boots with knives inside themâ.
âIâm not wearing your shoes, Samâ.
âYou donât need to wear them! Throw them!â.
âYour shoes weigh, like, twenty goddamn pounds?â.
The boy butts into the argument, âIâm not sure that matters anymore, man. You accidentally lifted up my dadâs carâ.
âShut up, Tuck. Ughâ. Danielâs attention does seem to return to the phone at that, âam I in trouble?â.
Vlad rolls his eyes, âhardly. The only ones in trouble are two reckless scientists who let this happen for a second timeâ; he throws another glare at the two who smartly wince and glance away.
Daniel almost excited whispers, âoh my god my parents are in trouble, thatâs kinda awesomeâ; his friends laugh in the background.
âWell if you find that amusing, come home and mock themâ.
Daniel sighs, âokay fineâ.
Vlad nodding to himself, âgood. Now for the love of all the Gouda in the world, do not try to bind or strap down your, letâs say, feathered friends, youâll just damage them and bent feathers are hardly becoming of a man or boyâ. Vlad took expert care of his wings and he wasnât about to tolerate Daniel not doing the same, or everything forbid misshaping them.
This time Daniel actually squeaks, âokayâ, then hangs up.
Vlad feels quite content with himself actually. Looking to Maddie and Jack, who still look rather awkward, âheâs coming. Now hopefully I donât need to tell you two to avoid staring or trying to take samples from himâ, he doesnât like that they appear slightly confused, âDaniel isnât me, I was and am an adult and an ecto-ologist myself, he is neitherâ.
Maddie sighs and nods to herself, âright right, he needs us a parents only and the last thing weâd want to do is make him feel like an experimentâ.
Vlad nodding strongly right back, âindeedâ.
Jack smacking his fist into his hand and springing up, âoh! We should change so weâre not in the, you know, ghost hunter stuff!â. Vlad chuckling a little, âthatâs not a bad ideaâ, which makes the man run off upstairs. Maddie shaking her head fondly and moving to follow after him; Vlad watching her go.
They were fools but they cared, it was only too bad their foolishness had to bring harm unto others so often. Yes Danielâs own actions had been foolish, much like Vladâs had been, but that boy was a child and that made a world of difference. A child should have the expectation that something that could alter their very being and species wouldnât be left unattended and plugged in inside an unlocked room. Daniel was well within reason to believe that the worst that could happen was a slight burn or small shock, a cut perhaps. Not death, by half or full.
Daniel arrives before his parents actually finish changing, getting in and out of biohazard suits wasnât exactly easy, even for Vlad since he couldnât phase through the material. Arguably this was for the best, Vlad was watching the door, leaning back against the kitchen entryway wall, as Daniel sticks his head in cautiously. Daniel spotting him, stares, looking confused, so Vlad gestures at his eyes and flashes them their ghostly red. Daniel jumps a little before relaxing and moving inside fully, heâs⌠holding a blanket around his shoulders even if itâs not doing much to hide that thereâs something large underneath. Vlad definitely wants to mock him, very badly in fact, drawling a very sarcastic, âimpeccable fashion choices, Daniel. I applaud youâ.
Daniel scowls at him, âwhat else am I supposed to do, you jerkâ, thereâs a bit of humour in his eyes so Vlad counts that as a win. Daniel glancing around as the door shuts and he shuffles inside more, âwhere are, mom and dad?â.
âUpstairs at the momentâ, Vlad eyes the ground around the boy, no shadow. Daniel is absolutely a halfa, even with wings he could still technically be merely extremely contaminated, but without a shadow thereâs no way heâs fully human. Light simply passed through their kind in the same way it did with ghosts and there was nothing that could be done about that. Which yes, was part of why Vlad preferred to avoid needless public appearances.
Daniel nods, eyeing Vlad, âso, whereâs yours? Or were you just yanking my chain?â.
Vlad rolls his eyes at that, pushing himself off the wall and letting his wings unfurl out through the holes he had in the backs off all his clothes these days, crimson red feathers lining the inside and his white ones covering the outside. Stretching one out to flick Daniel in the forehead with the primary feathers. Daniel stares wide-eyed, âhow did you do that? How do you hide them?! I have so many questionsâ.
Vlad chuckles, his blatant curiosity, with no hints of horror or distrubia was a genuinely welcome reaction. It reminded him of Jack, except without getting his very fresh at the time feathers grabbed and prodded. Folding his wings up against his back again, though leaving them out instead of reabsorbing them, âI imagine soâ, walking over towards Daniel and grabbing the blanket heâs still using as a cover and pulling it up some, ignoring Danielâs clear embarrassment. âWeâre malleable things, absorbing them inside ourselves is a simple though uncomfortable taskâ. The constant full sensation in his torso and the aches from wings that wanted to be stretched out could be incredibly annoying and cumbersome. Humming, âyours are much too fresh though, you need to heal first. I can say the colour seems to suit you well thoughâ. The red inner feathers of his own used to confuse him, until he grew up and stablised into his more vampiric appearance anyways. Danielâs were white and seemed to shimmer or sparkle like fresh snow, which went well with his pale skin; they even felt cold like snow, was his core an ice type perhaps? The black tipping on all the feathers, as well as his lesser coverts and alula feathers being black was a decent accent and went well with his dark hair. If Vlad had to guess, Danielâs tertial feathers are black as well.
Daniel blinks, apparently a little baffled by how calm Vlad was being, âyours⌠go with your eyes?â
Alright yes, Vlad laughs at that, âthey suit me more than you can tell, boyâ.
Daniel snorts at that and rolls his eyes, âwhatever, old manâ, though his fidgeting fingers give away his nerves.
âAlright! Is he here yet!â, Jack pops down the stairs in his stupid ghost themed overalls, how did that man not understand that those things did not flatter him at all? Jack brightening up at seeing his son, and basically bounding down the stairs. Daniel pulling the wing out of Vladâs grasp and hiding it under the blanket again, âoh! Um, hi? Dad?â, cringing dramatically, âwhat are you wearing?!â. See even Daniel understands itâs unbecoming.
Vlad has no desire to play a game of âbeat around the bushâ so he nods to Jack, and Maddie as she comes down as well, âhe doesnât have a shadow, meaning that yes, heâs a halfa as wellâ.
âI- wait what?â, Daniel looks down, âwhat do you mean in donât have a shadow?â, does a little circle spin âthingâ while staring at the ground and blinking, âholy shit I donât have a shadowâ.
âLanguage, my boyâ. Had he seriously not noticed? Well Vlad knows which parent he got that lack of attention to detail from, as endearing as that particular flaw could be it wasnât a good one.
Maddie gives Vlad a bit of a pinched smile before making a point to hold Jack back from crowding the boy, her walking up and ruffling Danielâs hair, Daniel eyeing the bare hand cautiously. âTo be fair, sweety, we didnât notice eitherâ.
Perhaps he got it from both of them. How unfortunate. Vlad shakes his head, stepping back a little to let the mother look over her son and the father hover close enough by that it doesnât quite qualify as crowding. Vlad huffing, âconsidering you didnât notice an entire misplaced on switch Iâm not sure why Iâm surprisedâ.
Both parents wince but Daniel blinks at him a bit owlishly, it absolutely does not come off as human, âwait, how do you know that?â.
Jack rubbing his neck and getting his sonâs attention, âwell, we inspected the portal after your, uh, accident. We wanted to know how it happened, since we thought it was completely nonfunctionalâ.
âRight. Your ground breaking lifeâs work. Got itâ. Even Vlad cringes from that response, it was explicitly bitter.
Jack holds up his hands, looking awkward as he should for that comment. âNo not just how you got it to work. More like how it worked at all, every other time weâve failed it had to be completely reworked so it should have been fine not being unplugged⌠or locked⌠which yeah was really stupid of us. Hehâ, and rubs his neck.
Vlad sighs, touching a few fingers to his forehead, âwhat your buffoon of a father is trying to say is that he wanted to know how you were even able to get hurtâ, then glaring at Jack, âI am still fully tempted to smack both of you over the head, know thatâ.
Daniel actually looks amused and pleased at that; progress. And stares a little surprised when Jack smacks Vlad on the back a couple of times, paying no mind to the wings. Muttering to himself, âHuh, I guess they are okayâ. Meanwhile Vladâs simply trying to stop himself from getting knocked over.
Maddie nodding and startling the boy a little, âweâve had twenty years to get used to him and all the changes that happened, youâre fine and we definitely are not going to shoot you or anything of that sortâ. Jack nodding and grinning in agreement readily.
Vlad inspects his nails a little, âIâd be quite annoyed if that wasnât the caseâ, waving at Jack dismissively while speaking to Daniel again, âyour father was more explicitly responsible for my little accidentâ, huffing, âthough Iâll admit sticking my face directly in front of a potentially viable proto portal was indeed foolishâ.
âI mean, at least you didnât try to put it around your neck to wear it like a collarâ.
Vlad blinks at the boy, a bit affronted, âthat would be utterly imbecilic rather than just foolishâ.
Maddie blinks before putting a hand over her face again, âright, yeahâ, looking at Vlad, âwe caught him doing that with another proto portal model, thatâs why we stopped making themâ.
Vlad smacks Daniel over the back of the head immediately, âyou are a danger to yourself and a complete moron. Child or noâ.
Daniel squawks, âow! Hey!â, and covers his head with his hands, âit was funny!â; this all resulting in him dropping the blanket, which thumps to the ground quietly considering how much it doing so revealed. Daniel blinking owlishly again and eyeing his folks as they get their first proper glimpse of the wings.
Vlad humming to himself while the boy has an internal crisis or two, âhmmm, I was right, your tertials are indeed blackâ.
âMy, what?â.
Vlad unfolds a wing some and gesture at the fluffier feathers that stayed close to his side and back, âthe inner most feathers, the only ones that actually stay âfluffyââ, gesturing at Danielâs fuzzy fluffy feathers, âyou have feather down right now, thatâll go away with ageâ. Vlad only had to put up with that for around two years if he remembers right, Danielâs would likely stick around for at least four; that thought making him snicker at the boy, âgive it a few years, at least four, Iâd sayâ. Daniel pouts at him.
Jack beams, âmeaning more time for cute baby ghost pictures!â; that Daniel absolutely fully groans at, burying his face in his hands. âWe only have five of Vladâ.
Vlad scowling, âand here I thought I burned all of thoseâ.
âArenât you glad you didnât now?!â, Jackâs grin is almost mean which is strange to see on the jubilant man, ânow Danny-boy can see them!â. At least that makes Daniel laugh into his hand.
Vlad rolls his eyes, though he supposes the bonding would be worth the embarrassment. As well as reassuring to the boy that heâs normal, for their species anyways. Though⌠Daniel still has his wings as scrunched up and as pressed into himself as possible, he wasnât relaxing them at all. Sighing at the boy, âthe more difficult you make healing the longer itâll take to be able to hide themâ.
âHuh?â.
Vlad ignores him, as well as his parents looks of concern, and moves around Daniel to physically grab the wings and force them open and away from his back a bit. Daniel yelping and attempting to jerk out of Vladâs grasp, âhey!â.
Vlad just glares at the very sloppy stitch work and bandaging attached with, of all things, scotch tap. This would scar horrifically if not corrected immediately, âby Gouda, who did this? This is going to heal horribly even without you trying to scrunch your wings up out of existence. Kitchen table, now, weâre fixing thisâ. Vlad doesnât care that the boy is clearly embarrassed when Jack and Maddie tilt their heads over or physically move to get a look and cringe themselves.
At least Daniel does move into the kitchen, not moving his wings at all from the position Vlad effectively moved them into, good, smart boy. Daniel grumbling, âSam did and I think she did a great jobâ.
âA great job for a teenager not for a doctor. Any doctor who did this would lose their license on the spot or Iâd sue them into bankruptcyâ.
Jack brings over their medi kit, the one theyâd use on him on the rare occasion it was needed. Vlad liked to pride himself on rarely getting injured even when dealing with ghosts. Of course one canât employ ghosts without out first proving why theyâre the employer and not the employee. Skulker in particular took a while to beat down into submission. Maddie getting out whatâs needed from the kit while Daniel sits down on one of the stools, âum, why is the thread in there glowing?â.
Maddieâs response is automatic and she doesnât take her eyes off of her task, âitâs phase proof, so you wonât accidentally phase it out of your skinâ.
âOh okay, yeah that makes sense I guessâ.
Vlad rolls his eyes, âI would hope so. Now hold still and donât fold your wings inâ. It was fairly clear Daniel was more comfortable with him touching his wings, likely because Vlad had his own pair, so Vlad maneuvers the wings around for Maddie as she does her work. Vlad, figuring he might as well use this time to explain and to distract the boy from the pain of this, hums, âJack and Maddie said youâve been clumsy, dropping things, so I take it your having issues with the powers?â. Vlad had had some control issues in the beginning, but not much. In fact, Vlad didnât get his powers for quite a while after his accident and they came one by one and very painfully. They always stung and felt foreign the first few times, it seemed like Daniel might not be having such issues.
Daniel flushing, âoh um, yeah? Itâs just comes so easily, naturally or whatever, that it kinda just keeps happening?â.
Vlad quirking a single well manicured eyebrow, âand it doesnât hurt? At all?â.
Daniel turns his head to give Vlad a confused look, âno? Should it?â.
Jack looks relieved and gets Danielâs attention, responding before Vlad can, âoh yeah, it was pretty bad every time a new one cropped up. Sure it was cool too! But the pain and it making his ecto-acne flair up really made it kinda suck. I totally freaked out the first timeâ.
Maddie nodding as she threads some more of the ecto-line, âto be fair, your best friend falling through his bed, and all his medications and monitors, while screaming would be very scary to anyoneâ.
Vlad huffing, âI will not admit to being terrified at the timeâ, was saying that basically admitting to it? Absolutely not and no one can convince him otherwise.
Daniel huffing, âthen Iâm not admitting to being scared either, jerkâ, shaking his head gently, hopefully with the purpose of not disturbing Maddie or causing himself more pain. How well he could hide pain was a little concerning. âShould I be worried Iâm not getting pain from it and stuff? And each time you got a new one?â, Daniel quirks an eyebrow, âyou didnât just get everything all at once? Ecto-acne?â.
âThat level of pain would have likely knocked me unconscious for multiple days, so no. I got my powers slowly over multiple years, which were spent hospitalisedâ. Humming and tapping his chin, he wonders why theyâre different like this? Heâs clearly a halfa and not a full ghost, otherwise he wouldnât look human at all and he wouldnât still have a human scent; yes it was tinted with ectoplasm but it was still human. Could it be because his own accident was with a proto portal and not a genuine one? Or did the size and power output matter? Perhaps how much of the body was engulfed at once? Since it sounded like Danielâs entire body was blasted all at once, while only his face was affected. Perhaps that was why Daniel didnât get ecto-acne?
Jack scratches his head, âI donât think? you need to worry? There really isnât an ânormalâ way this works since Vladâs the only halfa we all know of. And your, uh accidents, were pretty differentâ.
Daniel quirks an eyebrow at Jack then turns the look on Vlad, clearly wanting an explanation. Vlad shrugging like talking about it didnât really bother him, âI got blasted in the face, and only the face, by a proto portal that quite possibly had contaminated ectoplasm in it. Where as it sounds like you got blasted head to toe by a genuine fully functional portal, that would definitely have been using pure ectoplasm otherwise it wouldnât be workingâ, frowning, âI also did not get electrocuted, so it is not as if you got out of this pain freeâ.
Daniel winces, âyeah that wasnât funâ. Maddie and Jack also wincing, it looks like Maddieâs got the first wing back tear stitched up properly now.
Jack rubbing his neck and eyeing his son, âwe are really sorry that happened thoughâ.
Daniel shrugs, making Vlad smack him over the head again, Daniel grumbling and rubbing the back of his head, âow. And itâs fine, dad. I shouldnât have been messing with stuffâ.
Vlad scoffs, âit shouldnât have been accessible for you to mess with in the first placeâ. Making both parents look thoroughly chastised, good.
Daniel glares at Vlad, âI would have picked the lock anywaysâ.
Maddie glares at his back for that, âsince when did you pick up lock picking, misterâ.
âUh, Tuck has a bad habit of locking himself out of his house? Sam thinks itâs too funny to help and he canât pick a lock to save his life?â.
Vlad grins meanly, âwhat a budding little criminal you areâ.
âHey!â.
Vlad studiously ignores the glares Maddie and Jack throw him, clearly trying to discourage Vlad from being a more illegal bad influence on their kid. Vlad putting a proud hand to his chest, âperhaps you shall follow in my footsteps and start robbing banksâ.
Maddieâs scowl can be heard in her voice, âVladâ. Jack pouts at him, âyou know we would have paid your hospital billsâ.
âI have no interest in being indebted to others because of money, such things are beneath meâ.
Daniel gives him an affronted look, pity, âI am not robbing banks, what the hell uncle?!? Why would you use powers for that?!? Iâd use them to, like, Ń⡏rÍŹoÍŚá´âˇŽeͤcͨá´âˇŽ people or something firstâ.
Vlad blinks at the inhuman ghostly subvocal to that, which heâs sure Jack and Maddie didnât pick up on. They didnât pick up on it when he himself did it, over that pesky little possession obsession. Perhaps Danielâs own obsession was protection based⌠Vlad may have to cautious of that, as he could see himself bothering a protective obsession. Beyond Jackâs and Maddieâs well being, he hardly cares if his endeavours harm others. Heâs not going to comment on his suspicions though, it was rude to out another ghosts, or halfas, obsession like that and opened yourself up for attack. Jack grins, âthatâs my boy!â. Making Vlad roll his eyes at the large man.
Daniel flushes though and Vlad can pick up on the slightly concerned off put look on his face, the boy likely noticed something was off with his comment. That there was a strong pushy undercurrent of pure want in there and likely in his chest as well; even if heâs positive Danielâs core hasnât developed enough for him to genuinely feel it yet. Daniel clearing his throat, âso um, our accidents were really different thenâ.
Vlad smirks at the boy, who glares back, before nodding his head, âindeed. And I suspect my ecto-acne played a large role in my being in pain and perhaps also why I took years for my powers to developâ.
Jack nods, tapping his chin, âI really wish we knew exactly why that ecto-acne happenedâ. Vlad nodding readily, it was something they would probably never figure out. (He would later find out, due to his ecto-acne returning and Daniel trying to help him, that it was because of pop in the filtrator. He was incredibly infuriated by that, and Jack apologising profusely didnât little to temper his anger).
Vlad eyeing Daniel, Maddie seemed almost done with the other wing back tear, ânow, care to enlighten me on your abilities? It would be best to confirm if theyâre the same as mineâ. At the boy eyeing him cautiously Vlad rolls his eyes with a huff, âinvisibility, intangibility, gravity nullification or floating in laymanâs terms, enhanced senses, increased physical ability and durability, duplication, ecto-blasts, ecto-shields, transformation, overshadowing, healing factor, teleportation, body modification or contortion, mild electrokenisis, pyrokenisis, power augmentation, ecto-twister, and a resistance to anti-ghost techâ. He studiously ignores the proud smile on Maddieâs and Jackâs faces, they always got oddly proud over how powerful he was. Yes he himself took great pride in that, being able to best relatively any ghost he came across, but as full humans they should find that unsettling and perhaps it wounded his pride a little that they did not.
Daniel blinks in that owlish way again, Vladâs going to have to talk to him about breaking that forming habit, then whistles, âwell damn, uncle. Thatâs nothing to piss atâ.
All three adults look at him disgusted. Vlad scowling deeply, âI would rather no one ever piss on me, Daniel. That is disgustingâ. Right, he always forgets that Daniel has a rather peculiar and annoying sense of humour.
Maddie shaking her head while doing up the last stitch and standing up, stretching a little and handing her tools off to Jack to clean up, âalright, youâll be good once I get you bandagedâ.
Daniel looks over his shoulder and wing a little awkwardly, âuh, thank you? Thanks, momâ, and forces a smile at her.
She ruffles his hair with a genuine soft smile, âof course, Danny. Youâre more than welcome to come to us if you ever get hurt, we can teach Sam and Tuck too if youâre more comfortable with thatâ. Jack holding up a finger, âand them knowing would probably be a good idea anyway. Never know when youâre going to get hurt!â.
Vlad sighing and massaging his temples, âyes of course, especially since as soon as the ghosts find out thereâs another halfa, theyâll want to test your metalâ.
Daniel blinks, âwhat?â, while Maddie sorts out which bandaging she wants to use.
âFight you, Daniel. Itâs part of how ghosts socialise and establish their standing compared to each other. Ghosts are very much rule of the strongâ, looking to Jack, âyou two have been sticking to teaching him combat, rightâ. Jack nodding readily, so Vlad nods back, âgoodâ, looking back to Daniel, ânow stop dodging the powers question. Your parents arenât freaked out by mine, they wonât be freaked out by yoursâ.
Jack giving his son a thumbs up, âdont worry, Danny-boy. And ghosts vary a lot and youâre young and new, so if youâve got less than Vladdie thatâs likely super normalâ. Vlad nods like thatâs obvious, because it was.
Daniel flushes, âuh, well I donât think I can do all that? But I think Iâm, uh, stronger than I was a few days agoâ.
Vlad nodding, âyou were freshly formed, as it were, a few days ago. I doubt every single ability youâll have would have developed immediately or within a few daysâ.
Daniel chuckles awkwardly and rubs his neck, Maddie tapping in his back to remind him not to move too much, making Daniel look even more awkward, âyeah I guess that makes senseâ, tilting his head, âum, so far then, I donât have anything you donât I think? Invisibility, intangibility, the gravity thing, the heightened physical ability which Iâm guessing is strength and speed and stuff, probably the healing factor, body morphing, I donât think the voice echo thing counts as a power-â.
Vlad snorts, âit does not, good for intimidation thoughâ.
Daniel makes a face at him but continues, â-my senses are better, and transformationâ.
All three adults blink, surprised. Vlad titling his head, âyou can transform already? Into your more ghostly appearance?â.
Danielâs, âyes?â, is very awkward and mousy.
Jack beams and jumps, itâs rather embarrassing and childish. âAwesome! I bet you look awesome and very spooky!â, laughing, âit took olâ Vladdie, like, six years to do that! And! He usually couldnât hold it for very long!â.
Vlad grumbles, not pouts, grumbles at the man, âI was still healing and itâs an entirely deferent state of being, of course I had issues, Jackâ. Jack just grins and laughs a little more.
Daniel tilts his head but chuckles at Vlad, âI think itâs easy, I mean sure I detransform, I guess, accidentally. And itâs kinda weird getting it to work, but when I really remember the how I can do itâ.
Maddie nods, giving the bandaging a pat down before staring up, âalright, your goodâ, moving her head to be more in Dannyâs line of sight, âyou feel like showing us? Your other form?â, then looking at Vlad with a quirked eyebrow, âIâm sure your uncle Vlad wouldnât object to showing you his?â.
Vlad waves her off, âoh but of course, you know how much I love to show offâ.
Daniel looks at him blatantly curious, though clearly also nervous.
So Vlad steps back a bit and does a little bit of a dramatic bow while letting his transformation rings travel over his body. A little curious about Danielâs muttered, âwhy are his black?â. Regardless, Vlad straightens up in his ghostly form, making a point to keep his feet planted in the ground.
Daniel stares a little, tilting his head at an angle thatâs a little past humanly possible, âwow you look way differentâ, then snickering, âvery vampire, nice horn hairâ.
Vlad is well aware he is being mocked. Today heâll tolerate such insult, since heâs effectively explaining for the first time being a halfa to another halfa who is also a child, his godson at that. âYes yes, laugh it upâ.
âDid you always look this different?â.
âYes and no, I bulked up a lot and my hair changed. The fangs, ear points, and claws are all adult ghost traits as wellâ.
Jack grinning at Daniel, âmeaning you shouldnât have them now but will one dayâ, and only grins more at his sonâs groan.
Vlad nodding, crossing his arms, âand if you get into fights, youâll likely bulk up at least in ghost form. Now, you wondered at my rings being black, are yours not?â.
Daniel shrinks down a little, âI, um. No?â. And glances around, all three adults giving him encouraging gestures. Daniel flushing a little and clearing his throat, nodding a little. Vlad has a genuinely hard time not mocking the boy when he mutters a very quiet, âIâm going ghostâ, before the white -different indeed- rings appear. Perhaps a⌠catchphrase helped the boy focus on the change? Regardless all three eye the more ghostly version of Daniel as the rings finish their job. Vladâs almost miffed at how the transformation did seem easy for him, but oh well.
Danielâs ghost form has a black hazmat suit with white gloves and white boots, his hairâs also a very shocking white. Vladâs a little surprised his green eyes still have black pupils and white sclera, perhaps that would change as he grew into adulthood? Some ghosts did have black pupils and white sclera though, so it may very well just be the way his eyes are naturally. Daniel⌠looks incredibly similar to his human half, far more than Vlad ever did. Perhaps it was due to how quickly his ghost form formed? âWell you certainly donât look all that differentâ. Daniel just shrugs awkwardly and jumps a little, remaining floating in the air after, at Maddie ruffling his hair; Daniel's hair waved around almost flame-like at the action.
Jack grins at Daniel, âI say it suits you! You have a pretty strong glow too!â.
Vlad leaning over some to hold his own arm up near Danielâs having to phase through some of the boys left wing, Danielâs glow is actually brighter than his own, if only by a hair. If Daniel was equal to him in experience and skill then Vladâs not certain he could actually win. That was slightly concerning, on a ghostly level, no strong ghost liked the potential of a stronger one. But it was also quite thrilling, this boy could perhaps challenge him and could be something special if trained well; that prospect was incredibly enticing actually. Very thrilling indeed. âA strong glow is good, no godson of mine should be weakâ.
Daniel blinking and looking at his arm, âso my⌠glow means Iâm strong?â.
All three adults nod, Vlad standing back up right and crossing his arms again, âa stronger glow means youâre shedding off a high output of ecto-energy, it means youâve got a high amount of natural ecto-energy. That your body self produces and filters a larger amount of ecto-energyâ, humming, âthough it may very well be that all halfas are powerful by our nature, as it is we donât have to expend our energy to merely exist; however it does use up energy to remain in our ghost formâ.
Daniel nods, soaking up the information, oh having an apprentice was going to be delightful. âYeah Iâve notice I get tired after a whileâ, tilting his head a little at Vlad, âand so we, I, am a halfa?â, and looks to his parents for confirmation as well.
All three nodding readily, Jack beaming, âhalf a ghost, half a human; thatâs what all the ghosts went with! Even if most of âem would lie just to amuse themselvesâ.
Vlad shrugs, âmany ghosts are alright enough, particularly the useful onesâ.
Daniel frowning, âyeah I donât think Iâm going to be âusing ghostsââ. Vlad scoffing and waving the boy off, far too moral, this one.
Maddie smiles, pleased, âwell you will likely get into fights, Vladâs made it clear thatâs unavoidable, so I fully expect you to take target practice and your martial arts a little more seriouslyâ.
Vlad gesturing with a hand, âand ghost power training, of course. A well aimed ecto-blast will get you much further than a thrown punchâ.
âAnd if I canât do that?â.
âIâll be baffled if you canât, but everything has a work around if you look for itâ, grinning all fang, âhold up a hand and imagine that tingling vibration throughout your entire body flow into the air above your palm, condensing into a tight pulsating sphereâ.
Daniel blinks but stares at his hand, furrowing his brows in concentration, he jumps a little as a green ecto-blast forms above his palm. Him startling himself, of course, results in him losing focus and sending the blast into the ceiling. Him laughing awkwardly, âoops?â.
Jack smacks him on the back, making the boys wings twitch, âno worries, Danno! You should have seen the amount of things Vladdie set on fire!â. Daniel chuckles, loosening up a little, until Jack grabs his wing to inspect them anyways, ânow letâs have a look at these! Since youâre all patched up now!â, and basically pulls the floating Daniel off his stool.
The boy giving both Vlad and Maddie slightly pleading looks, Vlad shakes his head while Maddie gives him a soft smile, âjust let your dad get it out of his systemâ. Daniel groans but does let Jack effectively manhandle him, spinning him in the air and stretching out his wings to inspect them better. Eventually Daniel stuck holding onto the table when Jack decides to see just how long Danielâs wing span was. They were needlessly long wings, frankly. His humerus bone was practically the length of half of Vladâs wing. Incredibly showy, like a peacock. Heâll have to see if thatâs just for show, or if the boy can put genuine speed and power behind them.
Maddie crossing her arms at her husband, âJack, dear, thatâs enough, youâre going to give him a strain at this pointâ. Daniel grumbling a, âthanks momâ, when Jack sheepishly lets go of the poor boys wings.
âSorry âbout that, Danny-boy!â.
Daniel glances around awkwardly, âitâs, uh, okay, dadâ, rubbing his neck, âitâs better than you being scared of me or trying to hunt me or somethingâ.
Jackâs, âweâd never!â, is thankfully immediate. As it should be. Daniel was his own son after all. Vlad would be quite displeased if he found out they were hunting him in any capacity.
Vlad blinking before smirking, turning his head towards the kitchen entry way, based on sound and scent those friends of Danielâs have shown up, ears pressed up to the door perhaps. Vlad chuckles meanly, âyou two can come in, instead of trying to spy. Your friend is perfectly fineâ.
Daniel jerking in the air before zipping over to the door as if it was mere second nature to him already. Vlad is absolutely a bit jealous, not that he would admit to such feelings. Jack elbowing him, âheâs got the hang of this a lot faster than youâ. Vlad snarls at the man, itâs a âplayfulâ threat and Jack absolutely knows that.
Meanwhile the door opens, a pale goth and dark-skinned geek poking their heads in; the gothâs scowling and the geekâs nervous. Them both rearing their heads back a little at Danielâs face being practically right in front of their own, âhey! Itâs okay, theyâre cool, my uncleâs stupidly vampire themed thoughâ.
Vlad sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, âitâs stylish, boy. And I will not be explaining myself to your friends as wellâ, waving dismissively at the boy, âfeel free to burden yourself with that explanation insteadâ. Regardless the two teens stare at Vlad, wide-eyed.
âSo Dannyâs not going to get shot, caged, or strapped down?â
âDanny-man, youâre either extremely lucky or stupidly unlucky, take your pickâ.
At least the boy had good friends, ones that were seemingly serious about fighting his parents should they harm him. Good. They made for acceptable playmates.
Daniel blurting out, âdid you guys notice I donât have a freaking shadow anymore?â.
Both the teens snapping their heads down and blinking. Tucker shaking his head, âhuh. Youâd think that would be more noticeableâ.
Vlad transforms himself back human as he walks over, eyeing the two teens and drawling, âyou'd be surprised how much most people fail to noticeâ.
Sam snorts at him, âoh youâre the weird uncle, that explains so muchâ, pointing at Daniel, âdoesnât it, you weirdoâ. Daniel simply pouts fondly at her.
Vlad quirking an eyebrow, âthe âweird uncleâ?â.
Daniel eyes him, still floating in the air, âyou say some really strange stuff, okay? Like, you swear using food. Thatâs weirdâ.
âFar better than using foul languageâ.
âGonna disagree on that oneâ; Daniel transforming back human and landing on the ground almost gracefully. Vlad sighing when the teen realises heâs sans a shirt, covering up with his wings before running up stairs for a likely baggy tank top. Danielâs friends actively laughing at him before running into the house fully and chasing the boy up the stairs shouting about getting more âblackmailâ photos.
Vlad shaking his head before turning to Jack and Maddie who were watching the teens fondly, âIâm assuming youâre going to be doing quite a bit of sewing to make his clothing wearable for at least the time beingâ.
Maddie nodding at him, âthereâs no way heâll let me cut up his nasa varsity jacket but otherwise, of courseâ, frowning a little, âso you think heâll be okay?â.
Vlad looking back up the stairs, âhe seems accepting of it, shifting into comfort easily. With support there would be no reason for him not to be mentally well. Physically? Iâd say heâs better off than I was, and his ecto-energy feels stable for a child ghostâ. Maddie sighs in happy relief and Jack beams, giving him a thumbs up. Vlad still frowns at them, âyou two got lucky with him, do not repeat thisâ.
Maddieâs, âwe wonâtâ, is at least very firm. Jack nodding right after, looking up the stairs himself, âI canât believe heâs not upset with usâ.
Vlad shakes his head, âhe blames himself for it entirely, regardless of that being incorrect. Which would be concerning, if I wasnât fairly certain that heâs okay with this change. Confused, unsure, and nervous, perhaps. But not upset, angry, or sadâ.
Maddie sighing again, âgood. Thatâs good. And I agree, he seems more worried about our reaction than about being the way he is now. Being a halfaâ, smiling a little, âthough Iâm sure heâll ask a lot of questionsâ.
Jack nodding strongly, and crossing his arms, âas any curious teen shouldâ.
Danielâs head pops back out of his bedroom, âVlad! Can we survive in the void of space?!â.
Vlad absolutely knows that tone meant the boy was going to do something impressively stupid. Flying to space most likely. âYes. But youâre too new, if you lose your ghost form in space and that high up youâll be in troubleâ. The teen pouts at him, âboo. You suckâ, and ducks back into his room.
At least it looked like he found a shirt he could get on.
Vlad giving Maddie and Jack pitying looks, âheâs quite the handfulâ.
Maddie putting a hand over her face and laughing a little. Jack chuckling loudly, âV-man! You were here when Danny attempted to eat a blob ghost!â.
âI unfortunately remember that and do not understand how that didnât kill himâ.
âNeither do we!â.
Maddie shaking her head and eyeing Vlad, âwill you be staying a while?â.
Vlad inclines his head, âoh but of course, Maddie dearâ, grinning, âI have a young halfa godson to apprentice after allâ.
Jack laughs rather awkwardly, not unlike his son, âjust donât forget heâs our son! Donât do too much of the parenting for us!â.
Vlad smirking, âI make no promisesâ; Jack, the utter fool, thinks Vladâs joking. Vlad is not joking. If he can make an heir out of the boy then all the better, Jack and Maddie were hardly truly good parents even if Vlad himself highly doubts heâd be any better. However, Vlad was a halfa, and so was Daniel. Even if Jack and Maddie were truly great parents they wouldnât be able to fulfil all his needs or fully relate to him. Vlad can and will.
Maddie sighing, picking up better that Vladâs intentions werenât exactly pure. âPlease donât. I know heâs a halfa, like you, but try not to get dangerously possessive of him?â.
He scoffs, moving to head upstairs, sending away his wings to make the stairs and hallway easier to navigate, âoh itâs much too late for that, Iâm afraidâ.
At least they follow him up, smart. Pointless, but smart. Besides, he doesnât truly believe he can actually get Daniel as exclusively his or under his thumb in any sense. That boy was too moral and headstrong⌠and chaotic. Vlad opening the boys door to him standing âthreateninglyâ over his friends, wielding fist fulls of feathers like bombs; his friends already have a noteable amount of black and white feathers on them. Vlad sighing, âDaniel, why are you ripping out your feathers?â; Jack is wheeze laughing and Maddie looks like she thinks sheâs won.
Daniel blinks, looking at Vlad but otherwise not moving, fist fulls of feather still held up in the air, âI claim comedic effect?â.
Tucker smirks, spitting out a feather, âheâs trying to suffocate usâ.
Samanthaâs smirk is far more mean, âi threaded some beads into his feathers earlier, he only just noticed. I am very smugâ.
Daniel throws his feathers at her without hesitation. Vlad puts a hand to his face and sighs heavily, this boy was a menace in all the wrong ways and his half death was only going to encourage him.
Then Tucker looks to Vlad, âoh, I hacked your company by the way, just in case you abduct Danny or somethingâ. Then going back to smacking Daniel and his wings, while the boy basically assaults both of his friends with the feathered things. Samantha also taking the time to look at Vlad, pointing aggressively at him, âand I have enough money to have you fully killed by somebody who has nothingâ. Daniel smacking her harder with a shouted, âmurder is bad!â.
Danielâs friends were not going to help reel the boy in at all. As much as Vlad loves not being alone any more and the prospect of teaching another halfa, heâs a little concerned over whatâs been given to him.
Maddie scowling, putting her hands on her hips, âDanny! Youâre going to rip the stitching!â. While Jack cheers this mess on, âyou go! Danno!â.
Hmmm, yes Vladâs plate is going to be very full and heâs gotten himself involved in quite the half dead mess.
End.
Prompts: After the accident, the Fentons can't help but notice something wrong with Danny. And since Danny also has that terrible symptom of "being a teenager", he refuses to tell them anything. So they are reaching out to the only person who could possibly help: an old friend in Wisconsin. After the accident, Danny no longer has a shadow, and he isn't the first person to notice its absence. Ghosts have wings. Humans don't.Unfortunately for Danny, his body did not get the memo. In another universe, Maddie and Jack did visit Vlad in the hospital, and stayed in contact. What happens when Danny has his accident twenty years later?
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Dick live streaming or something on Tiktok to keep up the appearance of not being the Batfam.
Tim drinking an unholy amount of coffee and gaining a lot of respect from college students. Shows them the library and makes small talk with Duke who was there.
Pretends Jason is not there in the corner to troll people into thinking that he is a ghost. Cass doing a short ballet show. You know the Wayne Familyâs daily life.
He comments on how Damian is not awake yet which was unusual for him.
So being a big brother, he goes into Damianâs room without knocking to wake him up. Only to find topless Damian sleeping next to Raven in his bed. Damian woke up to Dickâs loud greeting.
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âGRAYSON, GET THE FUCK OUT.â
âSorry, lilâD, didnât know that you had company over. So thatâs what those noises from last night were.â
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The chat is absolutely going crazy at this point.
Damian picked up a pillow to throw at Dick.
Then, Marinette sat up from the other side of Damian, half-asleep and wearing one of Damianâs signature black shirts. She yelled, âI am up. I am up.â
She then sees a shocked Dick.
âGo away, Dick,â she said and pulled Damian down to cuddle.
 Dick closed the door before the pillow Damian threw could hit him
Suffice to say, #likefatherlikeson and #PlayboyIcePrince was trending on Gotham twitter for a while.
Until Damian said in an âinterviewâ that he was in a polymorous relationship with both of them and would kill sue the hell out of anyone who dared to call his girlfriends harlots and other degrading names.
No one ever dares to bring up his relationship ever again.
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Raven gets taken to Hell by her father, Trigon.
Marinette is friends with a few demons who know about her relationship with Raven.
So those demons were all too willing to spill the beans about Trigonâs big plans when she came knocking on their doors in fury and a deadly former assassin by her side, asking about where their girlfriend was.
Trigon is talking to Raven about how she was going to be used in his latest plan to take over the world.
Meanwhile, his front door is knocked down/ blown open by one Marinette Dupain-Cheng in her signature red coat.
Trigon grinned as he felt the intruder in his domain, âWell, looks like that Constantine girl of yours came to rescue you. I am going to have so much fun, ripping her head off in front of you.â
âNo. Donât hurt her.â Raven cried as she struggled against her bonds.
âBe patient, dear daughter. You will meet her soon. Maybe with less of her than you remembered.â Trigon vanished with a laugh.
âNO! NO! NO! FATHER!!!â Raven screamed after him.
Marinette is thrashing Trigonâs minions, using every Miraculous she has and every trick she knows when Trigon shows up.
âYou are rather good. For a mortal.â
âWhy. Thank you.â Marinette cheerily replied while sticking a paper talisman to a demonâs face. Her tired body struggling to keep up against the horde of demons told a different story.
âWell, let me put you out of your misery, pest.â Trigon said as he threw a bolt of lightning at her.
She expertly dodged it and it hit another demon instead. She grinned at him, âI will also take that as a compliment.â
âYou are just a foolish child. What makes you think you can defeat me?â
âAnd you are a piece of shit who just got awarded the worst father of the century.â Marinette retorted before grabbing the demon who was coming behind her, âOf course, I can defeat you. With the power of love. And a shit ton of firepower.â
She sat the demon she was holding on fire and threw it at Trigon
Trigon just batted it away.
Battle continued for a few minutes. Marinette was feeling the effect of using all the Miraculous in her possession.Â
âHah. Give up. Itâs only a matter of time before you lose. You are already weakened by the overuse of the Miraculouses.â
Marinette just gave him a smile. She stood where she was and smiled. And it wasnât just a smile. It was a familiar Constantine smirk that said âShit is about to blowâ.
Then, the room they were in started shaking.
âWhat did you do?â
âI am just the distraction, Trigon.â Her smirk widened into a grin as Raven in rage mode burst into the room. âAnd you forgot that me and Raven have a wonderful boyfriend.â
Damian showed up besides with a few Miraculous of his own.
Fade to black as Trigon gets his ass kicked by his daughter and her two partners.
-Little Cut scene-
John is just chilling at a bar when the bartender gets possessed by Gowther.
âWhat do you want?â
âDo you know that your spawn is in hell?â
âI am aware she takes unsupervised visits from time to time but itâs not like I can stop her. Sheâs too bloody stubborn to let something like being grounded stop her.â
âYeah, about that. She just lost her shit and is basically going to war against Trigon to get her girlfriend back.â
âSheâs WHAT?â
âThought you might appreciate knowing.â
âYou just love being a snitch to get her in trouble since she beat you in every video game.â
âThat too.â Gowther cheerfully agreed.
âSheâs in bloody trouble, alright. I am telling her mother.â
âOoooh. Calling in the big guns, are you?â
âNow, shoo before I bring out the Latin and the holy water. I have a child to go save from her own stupidity.â
Bartender put his hands up in surrender. âOkay, John.â Black eyes disappear as the eyes roll to the back of the bodyâs head.
John leaves a few bills as he went to make a call to Chas.
--- That following summer... ---
Marinette was face down on the couch as her dad stood in the middle of the living room, shirtless and painting some concoction on himself for a ritual.
Marinette groaned for the nth time that day.
John took that as his cue to finally ask what was wrong, âSweetheart, what are you doing here?â
Marinette slightly turned her face towards him so her voice wasn't muffled.
âHawkmoth is being a bitch again.â
âWhy havenât you stopped him then? You already know who he is. Get the cops. Knock down his door and arrest him then.â
âYou know why. Itâs just circumstantial evidence on my part.â
âYou donât have to find a cure for his wife, you know. Take the matter into your own hands if you donât want cops involved.â
âI am trying to save Emilie for multiple reasons and top of the list is to make sure Adrien has at least one parent when this whole mess is over.â
âI know he is your nemesisâs son but why do you care so much about him?â
âBecause he is also Chat Noir.â
John stopped what he was doing. âSay what now?â
Marinette realised that she had given her father more ammo to complain about Master Fu.
âAre you telling me that the old fool gave one of the most important Miraculous to the Butterfly Manâs own son?!â
âTo be fair, before he got taken away by the Order, I didnât know for sure that Hawkmoth was Chat Noirâs dad.â
âHow come I didn't know about this until now?!â
âI thought you knew.â
âAll you told me was that he was a boy in your class!â John sighed. âFine. Anything else I need to know about?â
âNothing I can think of.â
âThen, why are you still here? I have to finish painting over my body for the cleansing ritual and I canât do that with you around.â
âI am bored. My friends are either out of town or busy with their own thing. Damian and Raven are on that Teen Titans mission in the next galaxy for 10 days. And I hit a dead end on the cure.â
âThen go to hell or something. I am sure you can find something to entertain yourself with down there. Thatâs what I would do.â
John went back to painting before he realised what he had done when it had gotten too quiet.
He looked up to see his daughter gone from the couch.
He hesitated before deciding that his daughter is a more responsible person than he was and probably wonât get into much trouble.
That was his mistake.
-----5 days later....-----
John was at a Justice League meeting when his phone rang.
The number was 666 which was worrisome because it was Luciferâs number.
It wouldnât shut even when he took the battery out.
âConstantine, turn off your phone.â Batman ordered.
âLook, mate, I am trying but the bloody Devil is calling me.â John showed his phone battery out of the phone and the screen that is still showing 666. âHe will probably keep ringing until I answer.â
âThen, do it.â
âHello, your Majesty. Can you hurry up on what you need? Because I am in the middle of something here.â John answered.
âAh. Constantine Senior. You finally picked up.â Luciferâs smooth baritone is heard by everyone in the conference room, âYou already know who I am so I will keep this short.â
âWhat do you want?â
âI am calling on behalf of Hell to tell you to come pick your daughter up.â
âWhat?â
âYour daughter, Lady Rouge. She refuses to give me her name. She is currently in my castle dungeons although I am not sure how long that will be true. She has caused quite a bit of trouble in my realm and well, my subjects are not happy.â
âWhat did she do?â John sighed, already feeling a headache and dread at what his daughter had done. Damn, he was beginning to understand why Batman sighed so much when his kids are mentioned.
There was a bit of paper rustling from his end. âOh my me. There is quite a list of complaints but from the paper I am reading from. The gist is that your hellspawn had made a deal with a lot of demons.â Lucifer seemed to be suppressing his laughter.
âShe appeared to have found a way to abuse each of those deals and made a deal with another demon to take her place in the deal. There are quite a few loops. Unless the perfect conditions are fulfilled, every demon is stuck trying to hold up their end of the deal. There is an UNO game made up of at least 20 demons and counting that is never going to end because they all made a deal that the game wouldnât end unless a red Zero is placed down and she appeared have given all of the red zero cards to Mammon who is tasked to guard it with his life unless someone manages to get all the golden bust of the Founding fathers of the United States and exchange them for the cards. Except Alexander Hamilton is being moved every hour and George Washington is part of a prize pool for a Super Smash Bro Tournament where Gowther has to win every game and when he wins the tournament restarts. You get the idea.â
âCanât they just⌠stop?â
âThey could stop but they would lose the souls they all had collected till now. You know how prideful demons are. At least one third of the demon population is stuck in what they are now calling the Ouroboros deal and the soul stock market crashed 3 times since she arrived. Once literally.â
(Ouroboros is that symbol of the snake eating its own tail. The above idea is from @writing-prompts and I will link that post when I find it.)
John was quiet for a minute and said, âPlease tell me thatâs it.â
Lucifer laughed. The bastard. âSorry, Constantine. That would be a lie and you know I donât lie.â
John groaned. It had been five days since he last saw Marinette. Since Hell ran on a different time, 5 days could be either 5 weeks or 50 years in Hellâs time. Fuck, even Batman was giving him a look of pity. A few other Leaguers had gotten popcorn to watch his hair turn grey in real time.
 âWhat else?â
âLetâs see. Trigonâs territory is a bit of a mess now but he canât do anything because most of his minions are part of the Ouroboros deal. There is a pack of hellhounds and wild animals loose in Dis. Your daughter was caught five times and escaped each time. She was last caught because she was waiting in line for boba tea.â
John took a moment to use those calming breathing techniques he heard worked. âYou sound too happy for a monarch whose realm got thrown into chaos.â
âThis is the most entertained I have been in years. And I also scheduled a vacation in LA for the next year or so. Plenty of time for Beelzebub to get it right. I can always extend my vacation if Hell still isnât fixed by then.â
âSo why are you calling me?â
âYour daughter made a deal with me to get her out of Hell in one piece, mentally unscarred and soul intact in exchange for information on how to break the Ouroboros deal. She is quite the evil mastermind.â
âI suppose itâs not going to be easy and very beneficial for her.â
âThe conditions are either to make Emilie Agreste wake up again or make sure Gabriel Agreste isnât allowed to send out any akumas or amok for 5 years. The problem is that the demon she made this deal to had a third condition to fulfil and because they chose to do the third, the entire Ouroboros deal started.â
âOh no. What was the third condition?â
âTo disguise themselves as any inanimate object. Change location and appearance once every twelve hours and not be found for 10 years in Earthâs time. If they get found, they have to fufil one of the other conditions. If they succeed any of the conditions, they would get a soul from her. The best bit is that itâs not hers.â
âWhose soul did she put down for all this trouble?â
âA girl named Chloe Bourgeosis apparently. Apparently, the demon bought the lie that it was her real name. Essentailly she is inconveniencing nearly half of Hell unless they solve her pest problem or they are stuck in a loop for the next 10 years. And all we would get out of it is some bratty girlâs soul. You see, not everyone is happy with her right now.â
âI reckon. I am coming over as soon as my business up here is done.â
âSure. But make it fast. Trigon is first in line for her head.â
John put the phone away and turned to Zatanna. âBottle of the strongest whiskey you can summon.â
She gave him a sympathethic smile and handed him a glass of water. Traitor.
â
Marinette is at the Mystery House to do something and sipping coffee since she didnât get much sleep last night due to an akuma. She wasnât paying any attention to her surroundings, too tired to register and walking past the dark haired boy who was nervously sitting on the couch in the living room.
A moment later, she realised that thereâs a kid in the house of Mystery.
She backtracked and the kid was now trying to avoid her gaze.
Marinette slapped herself, much to the boyâs confusion, and muttered, âItâs not a dream then.â
The boy nervously looked at her and said, âheyâŚ?â
Marinette blinked and realised that she was supposed to say something.
âBonjour. I mean, hi. I am Marinette. Sorry, itâs just that we don't get many visitors at the house. Who arenât demons or other non-human entities. Especially kids cause Dadâs bad around them. And I am a little tired right now and I am babbling like a moron. So whatâs your name?â
âUmâŚâ,he hesitated but less apprehensive than before.
âItâs okay if you donât want to tell me. Fae rules are like that. Are you okay with me calling you kid instead? Or do you prefer something else?â
âNo, itâs okay. I am Billy. Billy Batson. Itâs just weird since I didnât think that anyone else lives here besides Mr. Constantine.â
âI donât. I just pop in from time to time.â
âOhâŚBut umâŚhow do you know Mr. Constantine?â
âHeâs my Dad.â
âHeâs married?â
Marinette snorted, âHell no. I am a product of a one-night stand. My mom and him had a friends-with-benefits kinda deal. My mom is married to someone else. They run a bakery together.â
âI didnât think that he would be someoneâs dad.â Billy said. âHe looks so⌠irresponsible.â
Marinette snorted, âI know, right? He doesnât strike people like a father figure. So, Billy, what brings you here to this House of Mystery.â
âHeâs Captain Marvel.â Johnâs voice came from the side room and there were sounds of him moving stuff to find something.
âWho?â
âYou know, the Worldâs Mightiest Mortal. Champion of Magic.â Billy explained, finding it weird introducing himself like that.
âOh. Shazamâs successor. The asshole finally picked someone.â Marinette said.
âYou knew the Wizard?â
âI met him once. Wu Kong made a wrong turn and we landed on the Rock of Eternity. Man, it was even more awkward when Tikki came out and basically threw hands with the guy.â
âWhoâs Tikki?â
Said Kwami came out from her hiding place in Marinetteâs pocket. âHi, my name is Tikki and I am a kwami. I give Marinette her powers to become Lady Rouge.â
âIsnât Lady Rouge that Parisian hero that made Green Lantern cry?â
âIt wasnât me. Well, it was partly my fault but having both Wonder Woman and Batman being angry at you would be terrifying for anyone.â Marinette tapped Tikkiâs head. âAnd Tikki, never seen you this excited to reveal my identity to someone?â
âMarinette, I have to make a good impression on the new Champion. It was a tragedy what happened to the old one.â
âYou know about Black Adam?â Billy asked
âYes. His story is quite a sad one. Teth-Adam was a great Champion and fought alongside one of my holders. Shazam locked him away over a misunderstanding.â
âAh yes. The classic old tale about foolish old men who dump all of their responsibility on children and canât even give simple guidance and talk in the vaguest riddles like they know everything because they have lived for so long. I know that Shazam had died but I thought he would have the common sense to have his Champion be someone older.â
âI can take care of myself. I know what I am doing.â
âBilly. I am sure you can but you shouldnât have too. Those old men were just cowards, afraid of the consequences of their actions, covering up their mistakes as best as they could and when it finally came back to bite them in the ass. They put the task of cleaning up their messes on us. We would have lived normal lives and never have to see the horrors we have seen or make the hard decisions at such a young age when we should have been having fun.â
âOh. I never thought it was like that. Being Captain Marvel made me believe that someone like me who is just a nobody that I can save the world.â
âYou arenât wrong for thinking like that. Having powers is cool and I have taken that for granted before I got Tikki. You are a better person than me, Billy Batson. But still it was wrong of them to give us the tools that would be bad in the wrong hands and have us fight their war for them.â
âWho was your wizard?â
Marinette laughed before answering Billy, âHave you ever heard of the Miraculous before?â
âA little.â
âWell,...â Marinette told Billy about the situation in Paris and Master Fu.
The two talked about their respective hero work and bond while John searched for whatever he needed to help Billy.
Marinette gave Billy a card with her number and told him to call her if he ever needs help.
âI will come over wherever you are. Immediately. No questions asked.â
âBut why?â
âWell, you are a kid and I just emotionally adopted you as my little brother now so you canât get rid of me. Besides, I am easier to get hold of than my dad if you ever need a bit of expertise on a few magical matters.â
Then, John came in with a thick book in his hands and looked between the two of them, âFound it. Did you two have a nice playdate?â
âBilly is my new brother now.â
âI am not going to adopt him. He already has his own family and one hell spawn is enough for me to deal with.â
âI love you too, dad. Donât be afraid to ask for a favor, Billy. I have to go. I have school in -like-â She looked at the grandfather clock that showed time in another dimension where time runs backwards, â-an hour.â
âDonât run just on stamina potions for three days straight again and go to sleep once school is over. I will call your mother to check on you. I know you came here to get your hands on the ingredients for it.â John called after her.
âOkay. Bye. Love you. See yaâ Marinette said as she stepped through the portal.
John turns back to Billy, âKids, amirite? Thatâs why you have to use protection.â
âIâm twelve.â
âBut sheâs right, Billy.â John added, âYou need someone whoâs an expert when you find yourself in a pinch. As much as I hate to say it, sheâs good at the family âbusinessâ. Besides, I might not be available all the time. She can teach you magic too when I canât be bothered.â
â
First time, Billy called Marinette. She portaled to his location immediately and found Billy as Captain Marvel in the phone booth, awkwardly standing inside as the area they were in was in chaos.
âSo what happened?â She asked in her Lady Rouge suit.
âUm, who are you?â
âWhoops. Sorry.â Marinette removed her mask. âItâs me, Marinette. This is my hero costume and the magic makes me unrecognisable by other people. I go by Lady Rouge.â
âOkay.â
âSo whatâs up? And why is everything on fire?â she asked as she put her mask back on.
Billy explained. There is a demon on the loose. Somebody in Fawcett had the bright idea to sumon one but didnât do the ritual right. He tried everything but the demon bastard was slippery to catch.
Everytime he is close to catching the demon, there will be people nearby who will be in danger so Billy has to let the demon go in order to save the civillians.
âAt this point, I need some help.â He sheepishly ended. âHope I wasnât a bother to you.â
Lady Rouge reached up and ruffled his hair, âI made a promise to you,kid. You call for whatever you need and I will come. Now, letâs go catch that bastard.â
They set a trap and Captain Marvel tries to lead the demon towards it. It gets trapped.
Lady Rouge being dramatic steps out the shadow, âWell done, Cap. Just as planned.â
When the demon caught sight of who was helping Captain Marvel, it shrieked, âIT'S YOU!!â
Lady Rouge tilted her head confused, âIâm sorry. I donât think I have ever met you before.â
âYou donât need to know my name. I am leaving. I swear I will never come to the human side ever again. Please let me go. Please.â It begged.
Lady Rouge just rolled with it. âHow can I trust you to keep your promise?â
âI swear on my name. I swear on everything I have. Please. Please let me go.â
Lady Rouge took the demonâs hand, used a sharpie to draw something that looked nearly phallic and chanted a spell that glowed bright. The demon cried louder.
âDonât be a baby. That was a simple tracking spell. It doesnât hurt.â
âYou used angelic runes!â
âOops. But now I will know if you come upside again. Oh, by the way, tell all your friends down there that my sentence was lifted.â She said before opening a portal to Hell under the demon.
Captain Marvel stared at her.
âWhat?â
âWhy was that demon so scared of you?â
âNearly every low-level demon thinks I am a demon. High-ranking ones wonât say shit because they know how much of a headache it would be if it got out that I was just a human or because they think what I do is entertaining.â
âThatâs kinda messed up.â
âItâs hell, kiddo. Of course, itâs kinda messed up. I can give you a tour of the place one day.â
âItâs fine.â Billy didnât want to go to where demons lived willingly. âWhat did you mean that your sentence was lifted? Are you banned from going to hell or something?â
Marinette looked away and muttered something quickly in French.
âWhat?â The infinite wisdom of Solomon meant he could understand what she said but he wasnât sure he heard it right.
âI was grounded because I might have⌠caused a ruckus down there a while ago.â
âWhat did you do?â he questioned.
âItâs a long story. You donât need to know.â
âI heard something about the crashing of the stock market and loopholes.â
âThere were a lot of things one after another. First, my girlfriend was taken away by her demon father and he was a high-ranking one so it caused a lot of buzz. For the next few months, I was getting tired of fighting akumas so I caused a lot of... mischief for the denizens of hell as stress-relief and long story short, I fucked over Hellâs governing system and the Devil himself made a deal with my father that I wonât be able to go to Hell for my entire lifetime so they wouldnât have to deal with me.â
âYou⌠you got a lifetime ban from hell.â
âYes, when I die, I might go to hell but as long as I am living and breathing, I canât step foot in there.â
âBut you told the demon that you were coming back.â
Lady Rougeâs mask widened and Captain Marvel knew that she was grinning under her mask. âThatâs the fun part. They donât know that. And they are going to send Hell into a frenzy because they are scared of me returning.â
âYou are basically Hellâs bogeyman.â
Lady Rouge laughed. âOh my kwami, that sounds awesome. I am putting that on my business cards.â
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#maribat#bio!dad John constantine#ml x dc#damiraette#damin x marinette x raven#We see fluff#and we see Marinette being a menace to hell#And Marinette being a big sister to Billy Batson#bc those john constantine being a mentor of billy aus were fun to read
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I guess what keeps me up at night is asking what's the point of Sabine's search for Ezra, like... as an emotional arc.
(This text is an adaptation of the thread I wrote on Twitter)
Because when I rewatch the fourth season of Rebels, I get the impression that they are paired together in many episodes as a way to prepare us for a hurtful goodbye between the two at the end of the show, which is to me the same reason why they decided to go heavy on confirming Kanan and Hera's romance because they knew he was going to die.
I don't really know if the parallels between Sabezra and Kanera are intentional considering how Filoni talks about the former, but Ezra does become Kanan (even has a whole stretch arms sacrifice) and Sabine does become Hera (Deep grief for losing him) and not in a "The kid got this from his/her parent." sense, but in the sense of that the situation is really similar, which is interesting because it wasn't like this originally.
Ahsoka made Sabine's grief towards Ezra not being by her side all the time a thing.
Instead of simply letting Sabine's mission be about bringing Ezra home like in the original animated epilogue, Filoni complicates things a little bit by implying that Sabine is not doing this for Ezra, but for herself. Beyond that, almost every character notices how devoted she is to him and it even confuses some of them.
Thrawn, for example, has studied Sabine. He is well aware that Ezra is her compatriot and friend and yet... he is confused by her choice. Sabine states "You wouldn't understand." and then accepts to be stranded on Peridea just to see Ezra again. Once she found him and even after hearing he wants to get home, she did not say a word about Thrawn being his only ticket home. Instead, she simply enjoys time with him.
If you know Sabine Wren, you know that she would never ignore a huge Imperial threat and put in danger people like Hera, who is definitely an older sister type of role model to her, or feel that Ezra is the only family she has, so I do understand why people think she is very distant from the original show.
There might be a reason for all of this. A reason that I'm not sure Filoni wants to dive into, but the way he's been writing Sabine, the vagueness every time Ezra is the conversation's topic, feels like she has fallen in love with him during his absence and honestly? This makes far more sense than any other explanation.
We've seen in Star Wars before, fiction in general, that love is blind. Sabine's focus on finding Ezra is described by Baylan as something that blinds her. Not only this would justify her out of character attitude, but also the parallels with Kanan and Hera.
Star Wars live-action TV shows this year have been interesting to decode. In both The Mandalorian season 3 and Ahsoka season 1, there's a lot of subtle implications that characters want to build a life with somebody.
Mando does this in Chapter 22 - Guns For Hire, an episode surrounded by romantic love, where a droid bartender tells Din and Bo that human life is so short and then they look at each other. They want to be together, but that has not been verbalized yet. It is still very much in the subconscious.
Ahsoka does it in Part 7 - Dreams and Madness, by showing Sabine's lack of urgency regarding Thrawn and simply enjoying Ezra's company. It really implies that this was what her mission was all about: Be with Ezra. Her real desire is build a life with him, but that desire is still in the subconscious.
I believe Favreau knows all of that when it comes to Din and Bo.
BUT DOES FILONI KNOW THAT WHEN IT COMES TO SABINE AND EZRA?
#sabezra#ezra x sabine#sabine x ezra#ahsoka#the mandalorian#rebels#mandoverse#dave filoni#a little bit of dinbo for good measure#star wars
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Fic Recs Wrap Up March 2024âĄ(ŕŠËÍ ęľËÍ)ŕŠ*シ:.・. .・.:*シăďžď˝Ľ*â
tissue of silver by fearlessdiva
A love story concerning possessed furniture, black silk pyjamas, courtroom drama, premonitions of doom, assassination attempts, Death Eater yoga, absinthe, bare feet and a sensible werewolf. Rec Post
The Piano by shushu_yaoi_lj @orange-peony
He arrives on a boat during a particularly stormy day. Harry knew Astoria Greengrass had sent for a husband, someone to keep her company on the particularly dreary and dark winter days on this remote island. Harry didnât know who it was she had arranged to be sent here. All he knew was that the weather was horrid today, and the Portkeys had never properly worked in this remote corner of the North Sea. The island was special, its magic working in odd and surprising ways. Rec Post
Turn From Stone by harryromper @harryromper
Something happened in the hours after the final battle, after the evacuation of the living and the dead. As the last of the survivors left the castle, and as the castle itself turned its wounded back on them all. The loss of Hogwarts has been felt by their entire community. And itâs something that needs to be put right. Harry knows thereâs nothing he can do to stop Hermione (war hero, historian, author of the reissued âHogwarts: A Historyâ) once she sets her mind to something. Even an extremely risky last-ditch effort to restore the ancient castle and lay its newest ghosts to rest. What he wasnât counting on was her insistence that Draco Malfoy be part of the plan. Rec Post
With and Without You by Shewhxmustnxtbenamed @shewhomustnotbenamed
Harry and Draco realize that theyâve been living in the same building for the past five years, hiding from the Wizarding world in Muggle London for a variety of reasons. They grow unexpectedly close and Harry realizes that Dracoâs relationship with his boyfriend is abusive, spiraling as he tries and fails to figure out how to help. In Harryâs rejection of the Wizarding world in general, he has fallen out of touch with his friends and his magical abilities, but has to reconnect with both in order to find himself again. Rec Post
Inevitable [Drarry] by violenttulips @violenttulips
After the war, Harry Potter becomes a talented Senior Auror with a penchant for injury in defense of his colleagues. Draco Malfoy leaves the country for five years and becomes an accomplished Specialty Healer. He comes back after he accepts a job at St. Mungoâs Hospital. When they meet again, itâs clear that Draco has changed significantly in the years since they attended Hogwarts together, and Harry finds himself strangely attracted to his former rival. But things never come easy for the Boy-Who-Lived, and thatâs not about to change now. Rec Post
Learn To Fly by Ladderofyears @ladderofyears
January 2004: Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter are two of the finest Seekers in England, deadly rivals and secret lovers. As far as Draco is concerned, thatâs how itâll stay forever. He is betrothed to beautiful heiress Astoria Greengrass, and they are due to have a big summer wedding. Everything changes during a hotly fought Arrows versus Wimbourne game when Draco falls from his broom. To his huge shock, when Draco awakes in St Mungoâs, he discovers he is pregnant. What will Draco do, now everything in his tidily compartmentalised life has to change? Rec Post
He Comes Like a Thunderstorm by korlaena @korlaena
Draco is doing his best to balance the life he wants to live and the life heâs forced to live. Heâs nearing the tail-end of a long, post-war probation when Harry Potter crashes back into his life with all the grace of a charging Erumpent, breaking through his carefully constructed rules and routine. Caught up in a whirlwind of sex and lust, Potter unwittingly shows Draco that his life as an Incubus doesnât have to be as lonely and unfulfilling as he thought, but how long can it last? Rec Post
Denouement by the_never_was
Pale face in paler hands, he is devoid of color. He is only the moonlight. And he wonders if heâll find the sun. A story about Draco entering a period of change that will either shatter him or enfold him into Harry Potterâs world. Rec Post
Here are a few more fics I've read recently that y'all might like to check out as well!(ăďžâďž)ăââďžď˝Ľ*:.・. .・.:*シ.*シ・ďž*:ăťďžâ§
Stalking Harry by orphan_account
Harry Potter is the most eligible bachelor in the Wizarding world. Draco Malfoy is a disgraced ex-Death Eater with emotional baggage and a bit of a crush.
Through His Eyes (I Am Set Free)  by  Shewhxmustnxtbenamed @shewhomustnotbenamed
Harry and Draco have a telepathic connection that remains unexplained in both the Muggle and wizarding worlds. Draco is assigned a mission by Voldemort to locate and capture the Boy Who Lived-- the trouble is that they don't know anything about him. While Draco struggles to gather information on this mysteriously absent hero, he and Harry start communicating again for the first time since they were kids. Harry continues life as normal until he discovers information which compels him to abandon his ordinary Muggle life with the endeavor to rescue and emancipate his only friend-- even if that means bartering with his own life.
A Private Reason for This by Femme (femmequixotic) @femmequixotic
When the wife of a star politician in the Scottish Ministry turns up dead just outside Hogsmeade, Draco Malfoy and his murder investigation team are called in from the Edinburgh Auror force to find her killer. What DCI Malfoy doesn't expect, however, is to have an ex from two decades past end up in his murder room, endangering not only his case, but also his heart.
Consequences of Redemption by bobbirose @ominousflags
When Draco makes an impromptu decision to rescue Harry Potter from Malfoy Manor, the two find themselves completely alone and facing the looming climax of the war against Voldemort. Harry must start from the beginning with Draco--and starting over has more consequences than either of them anticipated.
( â˘ŕĽ˘âĄ-༢)-⥠I hope you enjoy these fics as much as I have! Happy reading, yâall! xoxo Carey  (ââ˘á´â˘â)⥠â§*đđđđâ¤đđđ
#Fic recs wrap up March 2024#Fic Recs Wrap Up#Drarry Fic Recs#drarry#Fic Recs#hp Fic Recs#harry potter#draco malfoy#hp#Harry Potter fic recs#Drarry fanfiction#Harry Potter Fanfiction#drarry fic#drarry smut#drarry fanart#hp fic#hp fanfiction#hp fanart#smut#hp smut#harry potter fanfic#harry potter fic#hp fanfic#Carey's Bookmark Fic Recs#carey's personal bookmarks#Sorry this is SO late!#Long Post#My recs
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