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once-in-a-blood-moon · 1 year ago

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Because You Know That I Love You...

Solomon x GN! reader

Summary: You surprise Solomon with a special little evening, little does he know the true plans you have in store for him...

AN: I've had this written for like a week, but wasn't happy with it, so I finally sat down tonight to fix it up a little. Just a goofy little thing, and so help me I'm going to MILK us living with Solomon as much as I can until the next season comes out! Enjoy this little goblin creature of a fic I made :)

Warnings: It's a little suggestive but it never goes anywhere, it's a silly I swear! (mostly), slightly possessive reader (matching Solomon's energy really, lol), Solomon calls reader "sweetheart" and "love," pre-established relationship

Now playing: Sacrifice (2019 Mix) - London After Midnight

“What are you doing?”

Solomon leans against the doorframe with his arms crossed as he takes in the sight before him. Scattered around the common room are dozens of lit candles, each one flickering with your movement as you make your way around to continue lighting more. There’s also a bouquet of dried red roses on the coffee table.

It seems he caught you in the middle of whatever you were setting up.

“Preparing.” you state bluntly, though your response leaves much to Solomon’s wandering imagination.

What could you be preparing for? The candles, the lighting, the flowers – in the solitude of your shared dormitory, no less…

Oh, oh my…

A slick grin pulls on his lips as it dawns on him that you’re trying create a romantic atmosphere for the two of you. That’s the only explanation there is.

He chuckles as he crosses the room to get to you. His arms circle around your waist from behind, causing you to jump slightly from his sudden touch. “Oh, love… Putting in all this effort for little ole me?”

He’s already feeling amorous and you haven’t even finished setting up yet. Tender kisses brush along the shell of your ear, his lips moving to your neck all the way down to your shoulder. Your body shivers in his hold, and his heart nearly bursts out of his chest with the knowledge that he’s affecting you in a similar manner.

“Well, you deserve the best.” It’s obvious to him that you’re fighting to keep your voice even and your hand steady as you light the last candle.

“Is that so?” Solomon places a little kiss right behind your ear his time, his hands simultaneously squeezing your hips in anticipation.

With a quick flick of your hand, the match between your fingers goes out, and you shimmy out of his eager grasp. This confuses Solomon as his eyes follow your form to the coffee table. You pick the bouquet up with a soft sigh, before mumbling in disappointment, “you weren’t supposed to see yet...”

Solomon just watches you silently for a few moments, noticing how down you seem that he ruined your surprise.

“Oh, sweetheart, it’s okay. I’m flattered you’re doing this for me at all! I was certainly surprised to see all your efforts,” he slowly approaches you, gingerly taking the bouquet from your hand. “How about I help you finish setting up?”

With a small smile, you nod, easily agreeing to his compromise. “Okay. I could use some help anyways. Why don’t you go ahead and start picking the petals off the flowers?”

Solomon returns your smile and instantly begins on his task. He sits on the couch, holding the flowers over the table as he plucks at the petals, letting them pile up there until he’s done and you tell him where to scatter them.

“You know...” he starts, “I can’t help wonder if there’s a special occasion I’m missing here. I didn’t forget our anniversary, did I?”

“No, no special occasion, no anniversary,” you say softly as you fish into your pocket for a piece of white chalk that you had hidden there, “but there is a reason I’m doing this…”

A curious brow cocks at the piece of chalk you present. His fingers pause their movement as he watches you push the coffee table towards him on the couch and as you roll up the rug, clearing up space in the middle of the room. “Oh? And why may my adorable apprentice want to go to through such lengths for me tonight?”

You then kneel on the old, creaky floorboards, beginning to draw a large circle right on them...and a large star to match right in the center. This looks familiar. Too familiar, in fact. You’re silent as you work, almost as if you’re in some sort of trance. Solomon’s about to re-ask his question when he hears a faint whisper fall from your lips.

“I’m going to sacrifice you.”

Solomon’s eyes widen as he swallows thickly, struggling to comprehend what you just said. Where in the Seven Hells did that come from?! And why?

Although, the more he thinks about it, the idea of you being the one to sacrifice him for whatever purpose doesn’t sound so bad. You successfully caught him in your web, seducing him with gestures that seemed one way, but were really another. And here he was, foolishly aiding you along. He stares in disbelief at the pile of rose petals which were actually to be scattered around him on the pentagram... Not on the couch like he’d expected. He could almost laugh at himself right now.

“And by sacrifice, you mean…”

“Laying on the floor as I chant above you and accept you as my own personal offering.”

Oh, this just got even better.

He looks up to you, grinning as he realizes what you plan to do. “You mean to sacrifice me to yourself so that I’m permanently bound to you? Am I understanding this correctly?” Because he’d do it. Gods, he’d let you in a heartbeat if it’s what you wanted, if it meant he'd forever be tied to you.

A sly grin of your own appears, almost maniacally, on your lips. “You understood perfectly. After tonight, you’re mine.”

“I see...” Solomon nods before ultimately shrugging. He’s so into this. “Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s do it.”

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sakuravalenp · 1 month ago

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Don't eat anything else - Part 4 - DP X DC

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Danny tried to ignore the black dots that were appearing in his vision, keeping all his concentration on making sure the duplicate in front of him remained stable. He was in his Phantom form, while the duplicate was in his human form, just standing there, the two of them looking at each other while keeping the fireballs in their hands burning. He didn’t need to look to his side to know that Vlad was observing him.

They've been here in this position for hours now, or at least he was pretty sure that's the case with how exhausted he's feeling. The view must be underwhelming, and Danny himself would be bored if he weren't putting so much energy and concentration into keeping this up. But apparently, it's entertaining enough for Vlad. Obsessions are like that; Danny could also stare at the stars for hours, even if they remained the same throughout the night.

Vlad had started the training the same day Danny had moved into the manor. He hadn't really listened to his instructions back then; he has learned better by now. Vlad had forced Danny to learn all his powers in the first weeks and has been constantly training him on them since. He's been “advancing well,” which pleases Vlad. What Vlad didn’t like as much was Danny having powers he didn’t have. He had prohibited Danny from using them, which lasted until Danny started freezing one morning. Now he had permission to release some ice every night.

When Vlad had to accept that Danny had powers he didn't, he tried to do the opposite, develop Danny's powers himself, which didn't work. Vlad might insist they're the same, but they're not. They're both hybrids, but Danny's a true Halfa, while Vlad's only called a Halfa for simplicity. Vlad just got an explosion of ectoplasm in his face, he’s closer to being ⅓ ghost, just like Ellie is closer to being ⅓ human.

That’s not the case for Danny, a portal opened over him, he’s the perfect balance between both realms. He has the potential of acquiring any and all ghost abilities in existence, if the opportunity presents itself. Danny had been terrified of the idea when Frostbite had first told him about it, but he was thankful for it now. Who knows how much torture Vlad would have put him through before accepting he was not going to be able to acquire his abilities?

“Well, that's enough for today.” Vlad finally says with a clap.

Danny's duplicate disappears with a pop, as he lets the fire in his hands extinguish as he stops giving it fuel. It's hard getting his eyes focused, but he can blurrily see the red tinge in his hands. They probably got burned again, but the exhaustion doesn't let him process the pain. Just because he can learn any ability doesn't mean they’re all easy or suited to him, and his body didn't really get along with fire.

“Now, drink your ectoplasm. You still need to work on your control. You're wasting too much ectoplasm on such a small fire.” Vlad extended a vial of ectoplasm.

Danny isn't sure when he got so close, but he's too exhausted to even flinch. Vlad hadn't given him permission to drop his Phantom form, so his mind was still preoccupied with that. He numbly received the vial.

“Thank you, Vlad.” Manners were something else Vlad made sure he got early on.

He started drinking the green liquid slowly. Just the sensation of ectoplasm going down his throat helped calm the exhaustion. It wasn't as big a portion as he would have liked, but he knows better than to complain. It'll be enough to at least take the dizziness away. He could get more in his bedroom anyway.

“You can drop your transformation.” Danny's light ring passed through him before Vlad could even finish his sentence. The man placed a hand on his head, and Danny is too used to it to even think about pushing it away. “You did well today. I'm proud of your advancement little badger!”

A tension that had been in Danny's chest from the beginning of the training session eased, and for a second the idea of leaning into the praise crossed Danny's mind. He shut it down fast, reminding himself that the sensation was just relief. That he's just relieved Vlad was happy with him today because it means there won't be any punishment soon.

This isn't love; this isn't affection. He remembers Jazz's rant about trauma bonding, and remembers not understanding how anyone could get attached to their abusers. He gets it now. He has to keep reminding himself that there's nothing affectionate about the way Vlad treats him.

Vlad withdraws his hand from Danny’s head, “We'll start with three duplicates tomorrow! Now, go take a bath. I'll go collect the meat for the day.”

Danny pressed his hands to his eyes, trying to get the image of corpses out of his mind. He's already butchering a corpse in a couple of hours, he doesn't need the mental reminder of how they look, thank you, brain. By the time he takes his hands off, Vlad is long gone. So Danny starts walking to the training ground showers.

Water is falling down his back, and Danny isn't sure at what point he actually got into the shower. His body must have gone in itself out of habit.

It's honestly so Jarring. The day is going like any other. Like yesterday never happened. Like the Waynes never visited. Like Danny hadn't received a text from Sam and Tucker telling him not to worry, and that they would take care of everything. Like there was no plan to take Vlad down going on out there.

Part of him is wondering if there actually wasn’t one. If his mind just made up everything that happened yesterday.

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When the bell rang, announcing it was time for recess, both Tucker and Sam hurried to the back of the school. The school had implemented a metal fence after one too many unannounced visits from the GIW, making it clear they were not welcomed on school grounds without a warrant. It had been a huge relief for the three of them back then, but also a huge obstacle when attending ghost attacks outside school property.

Danny was quick to make a hole in it behind a shrubbery set. It became basic practice to sneak out of school through it without anyone noticing.

Once on the street, Sam and Tucker only shared a passing glance before rushing in opposite directions. There was no need to talk about what they had to do, they had spent most of last night talking things out, and they only had the recess time to get it all done. They had no idea when the Justice league would show up, but hopefully it would be soon, so it was better to have everything prepared.

The plan for this little escapade wasn’t anything elaborate. Not long after Danny’s death, when it became obvious that the ghosts were not leaving any time soon, they began planting emergency kits around the city. A precaution, so that if there was a ghost attack, they had everything they would need regardless of where the attack happened, from ecto-webs to ecto-dejecto.

Which was a good thing, since they had lost anything that had been in the lab at the moment of the explosion. They had split what they needed to collect between the two of them.

First things first, the anti-shadow equipment. Vlad depended a lot on his overshadowing abilities, and with superheroes, that was clearly what they had to tackle first. There were some bags with specter deflectors, but those were too obvious, so it was better to get the Phantom lucky charms.

It had taken a lot of practice, and help from Dora, but eventually, Danny was able to make small amulets with the anti-overshadowing properties but without any of the zapping. Danny had been delighted when he finally managed to protect them from being overshadowed while still being able to hug them. The advantages of having ecto-magic. Sam was taking care of getting those.

After that, well… Danny had been clear on what he deemed appropriate to give the heroes, but after checking the inventory log that Sam kept up to date, they found they didn’t have any individual ecto-shields in any of their emergency kits, and they weren’t willing to give them the zone ones.

Sure, they wanted them to be able to defeat Vlad, but they couldn’t let them have enough power to go against multiple ghosts; not when they could turn against the infinite realms at any moment. They decided to replace them with some Phantom brass knuckles to add some close combat options instead. Sam was taking care of getting those too.

Tucker was getting a small, modified ecto-gun. It wasn’t as small as Sam's lip balm laser, but it would go unnoticed. They had given a lot of thought on giving the heroes things that wouldn’t be obvious. Everyone knew the Justice League hadn’t taken any interest in the ghost issue, to the point of ignoring the distress calls sent during the first few months of attacks.

Vlad would assume they were unprepared to go against him, they wanted the Justice League to keep that misconception for as long as possible. But that was the full extent of the weapons they were willing to provide. These were heroes; it should be more than enough. They couldn’t risk more.

It might seem that the balance of what they were collecting was off, but Tucker had something else to focus on, something more important than weapon retrieval: Making sure no ghost attacks could happen while the heroes were here.

Tucker wanted to believe that the heroes he had grown looking up to would not ignore the obvious sentience of ghosts. That they would not look at his best friend’s ghost form and declared him undeserving of basic rights. That, at the very least, they would treat ghost rogues humanely, like they would with any other villain taken into custody.

But they couldn’t know that. There was no way to stop the heroes from getting their hands on a ghost once they were armed with ecto-weapons. If they decided ghosts needed to be taken into custody, there would be nothing they could do, and they couldn’t allow that. Not while the ecto-acts were still in place. A ghost attack simply could not happen.

Only problem? Ghost attacks were almost impossible to prevent, especially when they came from natural portals. Artificial portals were somewhat controlled entrances, even if the Fentons never bothered to control theirs. Natural portals, on the other hand, were completely unpredictable. Which left only one way to manage them, suppress natural portals entirely while the heroes were in town.

The ecto-EMP, created by the Fentons not long before they died, was able to disrupt ecto-signals in its radio of action. A genius but reckless invention, as it was usual from his best friend's parents. The machine's interference abilities made it impossible for natural portals to stabilize. But in a place like Amity Park, where everyone was at least a little liminal, it felt awful.

Danny had, of course, been the worst affected the first time the fentons tried it out, well, the worst Amity Parker affected. He had felt completely out of energy, almost too tired to stay conscious. They had worried he had caught some ghost bug and rushed him to Frostbite, just for him to feel as good as new minutes after entering the Infinites realms.

It had been worse for full ghosts. They said it felt like being violently shaken over and over again. Many of them overshadowed objects in a desperate attempt to stay stable. Jazz had helped disable the machine quickly.

Later, Frostbite confirmed it didn’t leave any permanent effects. The worst it could do was push ghosts in a temporary hibernation while their cores stabilized. So Danny had decided to look closer at the mechanisms. The two of them had managed to expand its range while lowering the intensity. In theory, ghosts should be able to evacuate before feeling the need to overshadow anything.

Unfortunately, they never got to properly test it. It was always meant to be a last-resort method anyway. And if anything qualified as a last resort, the Justice League visiting definitely did.

So that was what Tucker was focussing on. He had hidden the device in the gardens just a couple of blocks from his house. They had agreed never to keep any obvious ecto-weapons at home, for everyone's safety.

These were still experimental weapons, and no one really knew what could go wrong. The Fentons' gear exploding without warning was not unheard of, and as careful as he and Danny tried to be, even some of their own creations had done the same. Ectoplasm was not an easy material to work with.

Ergo, Tucker made his way through the streets that had seen him grow up, knowing that the hoodie he had thrown on that morning would be enough for people to overlook him. Amity parkers didn’t question things too much, it was probably the only reason they had adapted so quickly to ghosts in the first place.

The streets were as empty as they usually were at this time of day. Kids were at school, adults were either at their jobs or in their homes, everyone busy with their own routines. He passed mostly older folks that were taking advantage of the quiet hours to run errands.

He ducked his head when he spotted Ms. Darlene, a regular at the restaurant where his mom worked. Hopefully, the woman didn’t recognize him. She was a lovely old lady, but she was absolutely the type to snitch to his mom. And if his mom found out he was skipping school, she would undoubtedly send him straight to the infinite realms. No ghost powers needed.

The thought left a tense weight in his limbs for the rest of the walk. Tucker had never been able to shake the anxiety that came with sneaking out, not like Danny and Sam did. Sam sometimes teased him for it, but he had real reason to worry.

Sam's parents avoided getting involved with the general public for more than business, and nobody wanted to be anywhere near Danny’s parents if they could help it. But Tucker's parents? They were part of the community. His mom knew how half the town liked their meat cooked. His dad was the first to lend a hand whenever someone’s tech broke down.

For Tucker, every pair of eyes on the street was a potential lead straight back to his parents.

He quickened his pace, avoiding eye contact with the growing number of people coming and going from local businesses. When a massive Eastern Redbud tree finally came into view, he let out a quiet sigh of relief. Half the job was done.

The tree had grown to be as large as a white oak after one of Undergrowth attacks, its roots pushing ever so slightly above the ground like those of a silver maple.

Sam had once ranted about how Amity Park would become a hot spot for botanists if they ever discovered all the bizarre flora that had sprung up here over time. Tucker didn’t doubt it. The research division that had been poking around Amity’s forest before Undergrowth, had surely grown permanent roots in the city after all the new flora.

Tucker didn’t get the appeal outside of the other worldly aesthetic, he wasn’t into botany like Sam, or biology like Danny, but the big trees were definitely useful for hiding things.

Tucker had made a hole beneath one of the roots to stash the designated emergency kit. Just a couple of roots over sat the ecto-EMP (Phantom name still pending).

He circled around the three until he was facing a Pharaoh symbol he had carved into the tree, then counted two roots to the left. Sam always insisted he should be able to find them without the “stupid little markers” by now, but spatial awareness was never his strong suit.

They had a thousand hideouts scattered around the city, and having tellers that functioned like simple algorithms helped him remember where they were. So, he’ll keep using them, thanks.

Crouching beside the root, he brushed away the fallen flower petals and leaves, revealing what looked like a simple rock embedded on the ground. In reality, it was the lid to the emergency kit. He pushed it aside, the hidden mechanism engaging with a quiet click that let the rock slide easily to the side.

Tucker reached in and pulled out a sturdy bag by its straps. Inside were three modified ecto-guns. He picked the smallest one and tucked it into his sling bag, securing it carefully before glancing around to make sure no one had spotted him.

The emergency bag was quickly placed back in its hiding spot, and the rock slid back into place over it. He moved to the roots on the right, finding the next rock.

The ecto-EMP was only a few centimeters bigger than a Rubik Cubik. For such a powerful device, it was remarkably compact, though Danny had unsuccessfully tried to make it even smaller. Who knows, maybe after he’s finally out from under Vlad’s grip, they could get back to refining it.

Tucker holds the cube carefully in his hands before slipping it inside his sling bag, checking it wouldn’t accidentally activate.

They hadn’t yet decided when to activate the ecto-EMP. Sure, Team Phantom's version wasn’t as intense as the Fentons original versions, but there was still an effect. In theory, it could cover the entire city, and in theory, everyone even slightly liminal within its range would begin to feel an underlying fatigue. They didn’t want to leave it on for longer than absolutely necessary.

Tucker’s PDA buzzed, letting him know he had 10 minutes to make it back to Casper High.

He cursed under his breath, shoving the rock back over the now empty hole and walking as fast as he could without seeming suspicious. The familiar faces on the street once again made him nervous, and he swore to himself to bring something to cover his face next time, even when he knew he wouldn't.

In Amity Park, trying to cover your face made people look harder.

With his attention more on the clock than the sidewalk, the walk back felt shorter than the one to the tree. He reached the hole in the fence just as the bell rang. Sam was already on the other side of the fence, panting.

“You look like you ran a marathon.” He commented, squishing his way through the bushes.

Sam glared at him, accommodating the coffin shaped backpack on her shoulders. “I might as well have. My things weren’t all neatly in the same place like yours.”

“Right… Did you get everything?”

“Of course I did. Now let’s hurry back to class. There would be no point in rushing back if we get in trouble anyway.”

Tucker groans but follows Sam into the halls regardless. He had never hated school as much as he did this past few months. It all felt insignificant with everything going on.

Thank the Ancients that the Red Huntress was able to handle the few ghost attacks that were happening. If they’d had to deal with that on top of everything else, they would’ve burned out completely.

They hadn’t seen Danny in months. Tucker had been tracking every bit of news, rumor, or glitch that might lead back to him. They’d known he was in danger even before he confirmed it last night. And now, with a visit from the Justice League on the horizon, they still had to sit in class and act normal?

They got to the classroom just before Mr. Falluca closed the door. The maths professor raised an eyebrow, but swung the door back open to let them in.

“You need to be more aware of the time, Miss Manson, Mr Foley. You should be back in the classroom no later than ten minutes after the bell,” he reminds them, before letting them go to their seats.

Tucker wanted to scream that math class was the least of his concerns. Instead, he mumbled an apology alongside Sam and shuffled to his seat. Sam took her usual spot, second row from the door. Tucker headed to his place beside the window.

Mr. Falluca had reorganized them by last names after one too many “disruptions;” the A-listers just had to ruin it for everyone. Danny would have been sitting right in front of him, but he didn’t get to start their sophomore year with them. Vlad had long taken him from them by then.

Tucker hated that there wasn’t even an empty desk to acknowledge his existence anymore.

He rubbed his poor eyes, which ached from the days he had spent awake. Just a little longer. Soon, they would have Danny back.

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