#dannys land a stroke

[unfairguy]

Not yet digital but here is A Stroke!

+ some doodles under cut

He wears a towel instead of a blanket

[xxmelancholiaxx]

people i would kill to look like 👊👊💗💗

rivers cuomo

stu macher

tate langdon

julian casablancas

danny smoke

charlie from lost

sawyer from lost

sayid from lost

[koifishhies]

Phil likes to say that Dan’s the one who will get the channel demonetized, so here’s non-exhaustive list of all the unhinged shit he himself has said with his whole chest:

“The phits. The phoobs are out.”

“Taking a dick so far up my ass that I factory reset”

“I’ve graduated into fuck-land”

“That wasn’t very romantic, was it? I should have been stroking you. With my sword.”

“Let me just mark my territory” and then made a pissing noise in Dan’s face

Also separately SPIT in Dan’s face and said “seaworld”

“You know what I’m in the mood for? BREEDING”

“Gays do maths!”

“This glass of water! Everyone’s peed it before!”

“I’d be the first onlyfans person with a tail”

“Oop, something just popped out… wardrobe malfunction…”

“Wuhoh! I birthed a pheal”

“My butt is feeling good, I’m rearing for my rodent boy summer”

“That book smells a bit musty… or is that something else 😏”

“Performance issues” while gleeking

“It’s danny with a spicy cock”

And of course, because how could I forget her:

“Come in my lady door”

[redflagshipwriter]

batmom Cass progress post

(masterpost)

Far Too Young: Cassandra Wayne, Teen Mother Debutante?

Danny cringed away from the headline on the newspaper sitting on the coffee table. “I am so sorry,” he said miserably. Someone must have reported on that first day in the city. Why'd they sit on the story for so long? That was the only time he'd been in public with Cass. So far, he'd only left Wayne Manor with Damian and Alfred to volunteer at the animal shelter.

Cass blinked up at him, from her perch on the back of the sofa. “Don't be,” she said. “It's fine. They will always talk.” Her face twitched into condescension. “It means nothing.” 

He wrung his hands because it really did look like something. She hadn't given him the article and he wasn't quite bold enough to request to read it. But it couldn't be nice. Even the headline was judgmental. 

“It would probably be for the best if we made a statement.” Grandfather Bat said out of nowhere.

Danny startled and jumped straight up. The chair creaked unhappily when he landed back on it.

“Brucedad,” Cass complained.

He huffed and held his hands up. “Sorry, sweetheart. Didn't mean to startle anyone.”

Danny hunched a little more into his hoodie. Well. Tucker’s hoodie. It was way too big for Danny, especially after the weight he'd lost. But it was weirdly comforting. He fiddled with the sleeves.

“Cass, could we talk about it in my office?” Bruce said. His tone was calm and even. Danny sort of suspected it was for his benefit. “Danny, Damian is looking for you.”

“Oh, for real?” Danny let his heels drop off the chair, onto the carpet. “Yeah, okay. Where's he at?” 

Danny found his 13 year old uncle out in the barn with his cow. Danny hopped the wooden gate to go inside and sneezed at the dust in the air from dried hay. 

“Danny,” Damian acknowledged. He was brushing Batcow. “I hope that you are well this morning.” 

Danny made that weird white person smile-grimace where only his lips moved. “Good morning,” he said, instead of either lying or being a bummer. “Are we going to the shelter today?” 

Damian didn't pause. “Unfortunately, I have been told that it will not fit in Pennyworth’s schedule today,” he said primly. He dragged another long, precise stroke down Batcow’s fur, exactly lining up with his last stroke. Danny eyed his sure, confident motions. “Instead, I wondered if you would join me in a project in the barn. Have you any experience with wood working?”

“Nope.” Danny drifted a little closer. “Do you?”

“No.” Damian dropped to a crouch to take care of Batcow's hooves. “It is of no importance. We can overcome.” 

“Hell yeah, Uncle D,” Danny agreed genially. Why not? He shoved his hands in his pockets. “What are we making?”

“Storage shelving, for materials intended for art therapy.” Damian made one final brisk movement and rose in a smooth motion. He hung up the tools and brushed his hands off. Danny followed Damian as he started to leave.

“Art therapy?” Danny echoed curiously. “That's neat. For ….you?” He ventured. 

‘It’s for me,’ Danny thought wryly. ‘This 13 year old takes his responsibility as my Uncle seriously. He'll say it's for him, but want me there, and-’

“Of course not,” Damian scoffed. “It is for Jerry and Batcow. They have unresolved traumas.” He pulled the door shut behind them. “We will require lumber from the storage unit, as well as an assortment of power tools. I am disallowed from using them without the presence of someone who is taller than 5 feet, or older than 20.”

“That is awfully specific.” Danny eyed Damian suspiciously. “I'm not going to get in any trouble for this, right?” He followed even as Damian picked up the pace a little as they crossed the huge green lawn towards a shed. 

“Tt.” Damian tapped in a code at lightning speed and then hefted open the door. “No. You will be fine.” He said flatly. He stalked into the dark space. Danny followed and sneezed at the dusty interior. “Can you lift 50 pounds?” 

Danny sniggered. “Yeah, easily,” he said with confidence.

Damian hummed in the back of his throat. “Good. You shall be the beast of burden.” 

That was such a wild thing to say that Danny blinked twice while processing it. Beast of burden?!? Who said that?

“... I'm not sure I like that,” Danny teased. “Have you heard that I'm the baby?” He gestured at himself. Weedy as he was, he was still noticeably larger than Damian. 

“You should be proud,” Damian said in a dry tone. “to be such an accomplished baby. Here.” He pointed at a bundle of lumber. “I require this.” 

Danny was a burdened beast back and forth between the shed and the barn for three trips to assemble everything that Damian thought they would need. The preteen oversaw it all with perfect aplomb, dark eyes glittering as his plan started to come together. 

There was a learning curve. 

“That's why they say to measure twice and cut once, huh,” Danny observed. He pursed his lips at the board that was only about half an inch too short for their purpose. They couldn't like, glue or nail on a slight extension, could they?

“We shall throw this in the woods so that no one discovers our failure.” Damian lifted one side of the poorly cut plank and dragged it to the back of the barn into an unused stall. It dragged a line through the loose straw cushioning the floor. 

“He's so little,’ Danny thought hysterically. He could not laugh at Damian. He absolutely could not. The little guy took himself so seriously. Danny was actually shaking with the effort not to laugh or coo.

Damian seemed to have no idea. “For the moment I will store it out of sight here.” He let the plank fall to the ground from an inch or so and then shut the stall door. Danny watched with his head cocked to the side and a hand pressed over his lips to hide his grin. 

“We have two more excess planks.” Damian went back to business. 

[demonic0angel]

May we get a story for your animal au? Maybe deer danny/cass, or wolf jazz/jason, or just the phantom family dealing with the fact they are animals? Anything your brilliant brain can comeup with.

(Taking a different route with this one lmao)

Damian walked in through the door. "Hello, Father. Hello, Richard."

"Hello, Damian," Bruce said, not taking his eyes off of the newspaper.

When he looked up, Damian had slipped through the doors and to his room. Bruce looked at Dick, whose mouth was completely open as he stared after where Damian had disappeared.

"... Dick?" Bruce asked.

Dick turned to Bruce slowly with wide eyes. "Damian just brought a bird, a snake, a deer, and a wolf into the manor."

".... WHAT?!??!"

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The entire family congregated around Damian's room, which was locked.

"Damian?" Dick asked, very sickly sweet. "Could you open the door for us?"

"Who's us?" Damian asked after a long moment. There was some shuffling and clacking noises like he was rearranging the room.

Jason pulled up his sleeves at this point, but Duke and Tim quickly held him down, resulting in some muffled cursing and more scuffles. Bruce pinched his nose.

"Uhm. All of us. Damian! We're really worried, I think I saw a wolf and a snake enter your room? Dami? Please open the door," Dick said desperately.

Damian gave a long, audible sigh, and then said, "Give me a moment. I'll open the door in a few minutes when I'm ready."

Dick put his head in his hands. It was Bruce who asked, "Are you safe, son?"

"I'm fine! They're docile and quite nice. You're all worrying for nothing."

True to his word, the door opened a few moments later and they all poured into his room, where they gaped at the sight of the animals around his bed.

A white deer with large horns sat at the foot of his bed, looking at them with wise, green eyes. A peregrine falcon perched on his headboard, chirping. An enormous, black wolf prowled closer and brushed against Damian's side, almost making them all jump, which was only worsened when they realized the other black thing around his body was a large king cobra, hissing softly.

"Damian?!" Dick nearly shrieked. "That's a—"

"King cobra? Yes, I am aware. These four were traveling together around Gotham Academy while I was studying, so I went to see them and earned their trust. I asked them to follow me home and they have agreed. So here they are."

Jason blurted out, "Are you fucking crazy?" And Tim and Stephanie rushed to agree, already reaching out to pull Damian away from the wolf and snake.

Damian pulled away from them with a huff. "It's fine! I am alright! They are obedient and won't attack me. Look." He pressed a hand to the wolf's snout and pushed. Said wolf was so large that its head reached even higher than Damian's gelled hair.

It didn't move when Damian pushed at it, but when he insisted, it then gently toppled over with a huff, like the way an overgrown dog could be pushed to the floor.

Damian beamed and bent down slowly, as to not dislodge the cobra around his neck, to furiously pet and stroke the wolf. Its fur was so thick that his hands sank straight through, which only delighted him more. The wolf's tail wagged and then the deer approached with a gentle rumble, also wanting pets.

The falcon wasn't far behind, flying towards them with a screech before landing on Damian's shoulder gently. The cobra didn't even twitch, just flicking out its tongue.

Damian beamed again. "See! They're very docile!"

"This entire family is crazy," Duke muttered, and the rest of them could only mournfully agree, watching as their little brother was starting to fall in love with four random, dangerous, wild animals.

It was too late. They were now pets.

[emchante]

aahh thank you for welcoming me with open arms ♡ i'm blushing and kicking my feet every time i take a look at your blog!! i had this thought about having a cozy night in with danny, cuddling and nuzzling into him while watching a movie or a show, softly caressing his tummy and happy trail without even thinking. your intentions purely innocent, eyes still focusing on the screen until you feel him shifting a little. you notice his pants bulging and he lets out a small laugh, apologising and telling you that your soft hand just feels too good on him. being a generous girlfriend, you just can't leave him hanging, can you?

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🧸 NONNIE HELLO!! i’m so sorry i’ve taken so long to answer :( was in my carlos feels for a while, but i’ve been sad recently.. and i think it’s missing daniel blues..

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honestly, this type of thing happens with daniel a lot. the most innocent things can get him going, and in his mind he’s like ‘down boy, down’ but his body goes against him.

perhaps his shirt had slipped up, exposing a slither of soft skin from his tummy, and then the dark hairs of his happy trail. you loved all of him, but especially his little tummy. it was a sign that he was happy, content and comfortable, that he wasn’t trying to meet unrealistic standards to be loved.

your hand makes its way across his body, sliding up his thigh and landing right where the little bit of skin is evident. you gently push his shirt up further, allowing the curve of his tummy to be more visible, and your eyes followed the trail of hair that was still going.

your hands are small, even moreso against the soft skin of his tummy. it sends a pool of heat to your belly, the size difference doing something to you. but, you put these thoughts aside. another time. you caress the soft skin, fingers drawing small shapes along his tummy as your eyes are back on the screen, your hand absentmindedly moving. you let your fingers graze along his happy trail sometimes, allowing the hairs to rub against your soft fingerpads.

daniel starts to shift, so you lift your hand and allow him to get comfortable in bed again. you hear a small pant escape him and you turn your head to the side, being met with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. you tilt your head, a small smile playing on your face.

“what’s up, dan?” you ask, and it’s innocent of course. but daniel gulps, because that’s only worsening the issue. he lets out a shaky laugh, moving his hand to take your own, and he moves it. you expect it to land back on his skin, but this time you’re met with the fabric of his joggers. you look down and— oh.

your hand is placed atop the bulge that wasn’t there before in his pants, and your eyes go back to his face. “sorry, sweetheart. i know that wasn’t your intention,” he murmurs, leaning in to place a soft kiss on your cheek. “but your hand— your soft, little hand.. just felt too good, y’know?” he laughs softly, but you don’t miss the huskiness in his tone as he describes your hand. you giggle in return, sitting up and turning to face him properly.

you reach for his joggers, pulling them down until they rest just below his thighs and it gets a gasp out of daniel. he asks what you’re doing but you don’t reply, instead you pull down his boxers next and allow his erection to spring free. the sudden cold air against his cock and thighs send a shiver through daniel, body tending temporarily before he lets out a soft moan, hooded eyes on you.

you keep your eyes trained on his face as you wrap your small hand around his cock, slowly moving it up and down as you help daniel with his needs. the moans he lets out are delicious, and it only fuels the desire to keep helping him out. you switch what you do— from strokes to squeezes— allowing him to feel your soft hand in more ways than one.

“i couldn’t leave you needing, danny,” you say quietly, leaning in closer to his face. “it’s my fault you got like this, isn’t it? so it’s only fair i fix it.”

daniel just stares at you, mouth shaping into an ‘o’ before tilting his head back to let out the throatiest groan he had that night. “oh baby,” he whines, gulping once more. “you feel so good, helping me out. you’re so good f’me, aren’t you?” he asks, and now it’s your turn to swallow deeply and nod.

divorced dad! daniel was on the back burner for a while, but he’s back and better than ever! i’ve got some other asks to answer, but if you have anything you want to submit— don’t be shy!<3

[maxillness]

🇦🇺 || my strange addiction || DR3 x reader

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, sub!daniel, lowkey manipulative/toxic!reader, non-con in the start but manipulated into saying yes, oral (m), handjob

Wordcount: 0.7k

Should I have written this? No. Did it bring bad memories? Yes. Did I write it anyways? Yes

Whenever she wanted something, she always got it, no exceptions

So it was no surprise for her when she quickly got a good friendship with Daniel after the moment she laid eyes on him

She knew from the start it wasn’t gonna be a simple crush with Daniel, more like an onsession

It’s safe to say, Daniel was her strange addiction

Daniel had invited her to the track doing the Australian Grand Prix at the start of the year

She cornered him in his drivers room before the race, just before he started taking his clothes off

She locked the door behind her, having finally gotten him where she wanted him

“What are you doing?” Daniel asked softly, pulling his shirt back down where he had started taking it off

“Come on, Danny. I take what I want when I wanna” She stepped closer to him “And I want ya” There was no room for discussion as she softly pressed him up against the wall by his abdomen, making him whimper slightly

“y/n- I don’t- we’re friends- and I-I…” He stuttered as she stepped closer to him

“I always get what I want, Danny” She chuckled, placing soft kisses along the skin of his neck

He tried pushing her away, but his hands were too shaky

“I don’t want this, y/n” Daniel whined, trying to squirm away from her touch

“Come on, Danny- you’re gonna like it” She chuckled, her hands dragging down his chest, landing on the belt in his jeans

She looked up at him with soft, begging, innocent eyes, hoping it would convince him

“Okay” He breathed out with a slight nod after a big amount of hesitation

“Good boy. Shirt off, baby” She smiled, getting down on her knees

He took off his shirt with slight hesitation, throwing it to the floor while her lips left wet, open-mouthed kisses on Daniel’s abdomen, her hands working on his belt

She got his belt unbuckled, pulling his jeans down, leaving small love bites on his thigh as she did

She pulled down his briefs, leaving matching bites on the other thigh

“You’re incredible beautiful from down here, Y’know that?” She smirked, looking up at him as she mouthed his skin closer to where his cock got harder

She spit in her hand, stroking him softly and slowly, getting him fully hard before she started placing kitten licks on the head, pulling small whimpers from him, his head thrown back

“That’s it. Told you, you would like it” She chuckled before swallowing him whole, hollowing her cheeks making him moan softly

“Please” He moaned softly, holding onto her shoulders as she started moving her head, bobbing slightly

She held onto his thighs, stabilising herself as she moved faster, slowly starting to feel him twitch in her mouth, pre-cum dripping onto her tongue

When he became a mumbling, whimpering mess, she popped off of him, making him whine

She stood up, her knees hurting slightly, guiding him over to the couch, making him whimper

She straddled his hips, standing up on her knees, kissing him passionately as she kicked up her skirt around her waist, pushing her panties to the side

She could feel the hesitation in the way he kissed back carefully as she slid down on him, taking all of his cock into her

She moved slowly, her walls clenching down around him, making him moan softly into the kiss

“Fuck, you feel so good in me” She panted with a smirk playing on her lips as she continued to kiss, not caring to notice how he didn’t kiss her back

How could she when she was more focused on the way she was moaning her name so pretty?

“You’re so pretty like this” She chuckled breathlessly, feeling both him and herself getting closer to their orgasm

It didn’t take long for Daniel to come inside her, his thighs shaking rapidly as well as the rest of his body

The feeling of his cum slowly dripping out of her made her come as well, her walls clenching down around him “I love you so much” She mumbled into his mouth as she came

“I’m sorry I said I didn’t want it” He said softly as he got he started to pull his fireproofs on while she was standing in front of the mirror, trying to fix her hair

“It’s alright. You ended up saying yes, right?” She chuckled, walking over to him, giving him a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth

[shiho7567]

DP x BNHA Prompt

I've read many fanfics where danny comes into the bnha dimension and encounters aizawa and he adopts him (his erasure works on his ghost power, etc.) now that gave me an idea

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danny phantom and bnha is in the same universe

and america has different rules, lets say people can get certificates to use their quirks for their jobs and the fenton's make their children get the certificates to help them in the lab

danny had cryokinesis until his accident when he was like 10/11, then he got his ghost powers ad ghost half, this fused with his quirk and keeps him alive

jazz has some emotional based quirk like emotional construct, like her emotions dictate what she can do, due to the ecto-contamination she can also communicate/influence ghosts

the main reason i had this idea was with aizawa uses his powers on danny in ghost form, danny flops down and dies, aizawa must live with having killed a kid

i have already written a start

After finishing her first semester in University Jazz decided to return home for a surprise visit to her family in Amity Park. It has been a few days since Danny contacted her and she was a little bit worried, but if something bad had happened he would have told her.

After parking her car in front of the building FentonWorks, she made her way inside. What stroke her as strange was that no one was in sight. She could not even feel the ghosts that would normally enter her sights.

That should have been the first red flag, that something wrong was going on.

Having figured that her brother was probably out with his friends and her parents downstairs in their lab, she decided to go see her parents first.

What she saw when she arrived at the lab was something she never would have imagined ever seeing. There in front of her were both her parents in full on safety gear and their hazmat suits, hunched over a metal table in the middle in the room. On the table strapped down was her little brother with a hoarse voice, no doubt from crying loudly for hours, silently begging them to stop that he was still alive. Only seconds after the door closed behind her did she see what was really happening her parents had their hands in her brother open chest. They must have touched something extremely vulnerable as her brother gasp sharply and his head turned to the side, seeing her. Jazz could see his eyes that were almost completely dull from hopelessness and terror, fill with tears and hope upon landing on her, her figure reflecting in his eyes.

[watchyoubloom]

like i’m falling into you | drw x sfk x reader

2K words | all fluff | lots of kissing | title from “honey” by chance emerson | sometimes you want two boyfriends and you want those boyfriends to be boyfriends, okay? and so what?

summary: you and sam cook dinner while you wait for danny to come home. the three of you get a little distracted catching up.

(this is dedicated to @hearts-hunger , my fellow “i want two boyfriends” brainrot haver, mainly bc i love her but also to cheer her up. maddie, ily ❣️) (and a special thanks to @allieisacrybaby for the read through and encouragement to post even though i was nervous! ily forever ❣️)

A/N: a very gentle reminder that this is fiction and does not in any way translate to reality or my actual thoughts on the two pretty best friends this is about. kapeesh?

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“Are you sure I can’t help?” You ask Sam again, watching him chop the veggies you’d picked up from the farmer’s market earlier that day from where you’re perched atop the counter. “I feel bad, just sitting here.”

You and Sam had decided to whip up dinner for when Danny got home from his round of golf. You had already prepped everything else, the timer on the oven counting down, and Sam had taken over prepping the fresh veggies for a salad.

“Nope,” Sam answers you, making sure to put extra emphasis on the ‘p’. He gives you a faux-serious look and points at you with the tip of the knife he’s using. “You already did most of the leg work. Just sit there and look pretty, please.”

“I will try my best,” you fake mild concern, giving him a little salute and earning yourself a wink.

Sam finishes cutting the bell pepper in front of him and sets the knife down, stepping over so he’s in front of you. He eases in between your legs, your knees bracketing his hips, and reaches up to twirl the strand of hair that’s fallen loose from behind your ear around his finger. “And look at you, succeeding already,” he says, his eyes drifting from your own down to your mouth. “You know what sounds good, though?”

You quirk an eyebrow up and dance your fingers along the nape of his neck, having draped your arms across his shoulders the second he got close enough. His hair is thrown up in a loose bun to avoid it getting in his way while he cooks, but there’s the ever-errant strand at his nape, and you twirl it in the same way he’d played with your hair. “What’s that, Sammy?”

���A kiss.” His hands have found your hips and smooth back to your ass, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter. Closer to him. “Or a few kisses, maybe.”

“Is that right?” You ask, but don’t give him the chance to answer. You cup his face in your hands and draw him to you, and he kisses you sweetly. His hands make their way under your t-shirt, smoothing up your back, and then he grasps your waist, thumbs stroking along your ribcage.

You kiss soft and slow, with no real intent behind except to be close to each other. Sam’s hands wander, as do yours, and your legs wrap around his waist to keep him as close to you as you can.

Neither of you hear the front door open, or Danny’s amused chuckle when he finds you in the kitchen. It’s only when he says, “Oh, hello,” that your brain comes back to Earth long enough to realize he’s home, and you pull your hand from where it had been cupping the side of Sam’s neck to reach for him, continuing to kiss Sammy while you do so.

Danny sets his things down and walks over to the two of you, taking your hand as soon as it’s in reach. He stops once he’s behind Sam, banding his free arm around Sam’s middle and resting his chin on his shoulder.

You pull away from Sam then, a little dazed, and grin when your eyes land on Danny.

“Hi, Dan,” you greet him, pulling your hand from his to cup his face in your palm. You’ve got a hand on each of their cheeks, now, and the way both of your guys are looking at you has your head in the clouds. You lean in and give Danny a quick kiss. “How was golf?”

“Pretty good. Shot two under.”

“Course you did,” Sam says, turning to press a kiss to Danny’s cheek. He pulls back and looks at him for a second, taking in his appearance, before turning back to you. “Someone didn’t wear his sunscreen,” Sam sing-songs softly, telling on Danny, and it’s only then that you finally notice the tell-tale smattering of freckles across his nose, the tint of red across the tops of his cheeks.

“Daniel,” you pretend to be stern, but can’t help but smile when he turns his face and presses a kiss to your palm.

“Oops?” He says, and Sam laughs as Danny tickles his side in retaliation for pointing out his sunburn. “I was gonna wear my hat all day.”

“Would that be the one that’s sitting on your head backwards?” You ask, and Sam laughs again, earning him another squeeze of Danny’s hand at his side. He jolts and giggles a little, but can’t get away with Danny bracketing him against you and your legs still on either side of him. You take pity on him and distract Danny by tracing the pad of your thumb faintly across his cheekbone. “Does it hurt?”

“Nah,” he says, shrugging his shoulder. “Now. Let me in on these kisses, please.”

You oblige immediately, leaning in to press your lips to Danny’s. His free hand, the one not currently resting on Sam’s stomach, joins Sam’s on your hip. You feel their fingers interlock, Danny’s fingers squeezing Sam’s gently. Sam’s other hand is still cupping the side of your face, and he holds you like he’s the one kissing you, holds you like Danny would if it were his hand on your face.

You feel Sam’s lips at your cheek, your jaw, your neck, and you pull away from Danny to capture them with your own. Danny copies what Sam was doing, starts littering Sam’s neck, his jaw, the sensitive spot behind his ear with little kisses. After a second, you withdraw and nudge them towards each other, watching as Sam cranes his neck enough to be able to meet Danny’s mouth from over his shoulder.

“Sammy,” you murmur after a moment, your thumb stroking along the side of Sam’s neck. “Come here.”

He thinks you mean for another kiss, which you give him, but then you turn him so his back is to your chest and he’s facing Danny. You hook your chin over his shoulder and kiss his cheek, then turn your gaze to Danny, who’s smiling softly at the two of you.

“There you are,” Danny says, his eyes flitting between the two of you. He copies what you did earlier and takes each of your faces in a hand, his touch gentle and warm. “Missed you guys today.”

“We missed you, too,” you reply, and Sam nods his agreement, your face moving with his as he does, since your cheeks are pressed together. “Maybe we’ll go with you next time.”

Danny’s face lights up, and you know right then that no matter the early hour, the next time he asks you two to join him, you’ll both be there. Neither of you are very good, but every now and then you like to go join him for a round and catcall him while you sip drinks in the cart, or let him try to adjust your swing or explain the types of clubs to you. You know it can feel a bit chaotic when it’s all of you, so you give him the chance to have a serious round most times- going with his dad or uncle or buddies who are actually decent at the game- but it’s still an occasional fun date for the three of you.

Danny’s pressed all the way against Sam’s front, now, and his hands drop down to rest on your upper thighs, bracketing Sam in. “I think that sounds great,” Danny says, and leans in to drop a kiss to Sam’s bottom lip before doing the same to you. “And I’m gonna hold you to it when neither of you wants to get out of bed to get to the course.”

“Could schedule a later tee time,” Sam grumbles, but he’s unable to hide his smile as he says it. His fingers dance up Danny’s chest and he hooks one behind the strip of buttons of his golf polo, the weight of his hand tugging the collar down a bit and exposing the patch of dark chest hair there. Sam’s head is still leaned back against your shoulder, and you kiss him on the cheek again. “Doesn’t have to be at the ass-crack of dawn.”

Danny laughs, not bothering to point out at eight in the morning isn’t quite the ass-crack of dawn. Sam has never loved early wake up calls- considers anything before ten to be too early- and is well known for his tendency to cut off his alarm and roll right back over in bed.

“I’ll see what I can do, Sleeping Beauty,” Danny replies, one of his hands coming up to cup Sam’s face again, thumb stroking across one of Sam’s now slightly pinker cheeks. “Anything else?”

“Don’t think so, no,” Sam replies, as primly as he can muster with the smile still tugging at his lips.

“I have something,” you interject, raising a finger in the air. You turn it and crook it towards you in a come hither motion when Danny’s eyes find yours, and then pucker your lips expectantly.

Sam and Danny both laugh and oblige immediately, with Sam turning his head to kiss your jawline while Danny leans in and presses his soft lips to yours. You reach over Sam’s shoulder to cup the side of Danny’s neck, and feel as Sam leans in to kiss the other side, always an active participant.

Danny takes turns kissing the two of you, soft and sweet and slow, until the timer going off breaks all three of you out of your haze.

“What’s-“ You start, still a little drunk off kisses. The timer beeps again and brings you back to Earth. “Oh.”

“Oh, damn,” Sam says, sliding out from between you and Danny. He looks over his shoulder at you. “Good thing we remembered to set that timer, hm?”

“Mhmm,” you say, watching Sam put on oven mitts and take the dish out to sit on the counter. Danny slides into the spot Sam had been occupying between your legs, leaning down so his elbows are on the counter on either side of your thighs. It puts you at a slight height advantage over him, and you grin, taking his face in both hands and kissing the tip of his nose before pressing your lips to his again quickly. “We were clearly all very distracted.”

“Don’t go getting too distracted again,” Sam replies, a teasing lilt to his voice as Danny pulls you into yet another kiss. You can hear him puttering around the kitchen, grabbing plates and cutlery, and you start to pull away, to slide off the counter and go to help.

You’re stopped by two big hands at your waist, keeping you in place.

“Dan,” you try to say seriously. “Let’s go help Sammy.”

“Yeah,” Sam chimes in from the dining room, where you can hear him setting the plates down on the table. “Come help Sammy.”

“Or,” Danny offers, and his eyes are on you still even though he speaks loud enough for Sam to hear, too. “And hear me out. We let the food cool for a few minutes and Sam gets his cute ass back in here so I can kiss you two some more.”

There’s silence for a beat, and you grin, your eyes dancing from Danny’s mouth to his eyes and back.

Sam appears back in the doorway to the kitchen. “We should wait for it to cool a little, actually…” He flits back over to the two of you, kitchen towel over his shoulder. Danny turns in your arms to face him, leaning back against you, and Sammy points at you, then at Danny. He steps in between Danny’s legs as he does so, and then drops his hands to rest atop your thighs, now on either side of Danny’s body. “But no getting too distracted.”

Danny salutes and you follow suit, nodding solemnly. “Ay-ay, Captain,” you say, and then reach your hand out to Sam. “Now come here, please.”

Sam is more than happy to oblige, taking his turn as the one doling out kisses.

(And when you end up having to reheat dinner in the microwave later that night, nobody really seems to mind.)

[9haharharley1]

I wiiiish

You would write more of domestic tooth rottingly sweet PomPep and BlackIce to start off the new year right, cuz GOD we're gonna need it-

Also, tis an Ace 👀

Blackice

Jack bounced in place as Pitch fell back on the couch with a dramatic sigh. He then yelped as the man toppled over, raising his phone up so Pitch didn't hit it before his head landed in Jack's lap. He rolled over, burying his face in Jack's sweater as his long arms wrapped around Jack's waist. His wet hair soaked into Jack's pants. Jack grinned down at him.

"Long day?" he asked. Pitch grumbled into his sweater and exhaled hot air against the fabric. Jack giggled when it tickled a little.

"Remind me to ban you from the kitchen when I'm baking," Pitch pulled back long enough to say, glaring up at Jack with one visible bright eye. Jack only laughed louder.

"Like I'm gonna listen," he said. He placed his phone on the back of the couch to run his hands through midnight black hair. "It was Emily's idea."

"Emily knows not to reach over the stove when I'm cooking," Pitch said. He rolled into his back to meet Jack's laughing eyes properly. "You spilled sugar all over the counter and covered us all in egg batter."

Jack grinned, even if he did blush a little. "It was fun, though! Besides, I cleaned it all up!"

"Only because I had to give Emily a bath," Pitch grumbled back. "She had egg in her hair, Jack."

A snort left Jack. "We all did, babe. That's what the showers are for."

Pitch snorted in response, lips twitching in a grin. Jack reached for one of his hands, bringing it up to place a gentle kiss to his scarred knuckles.

"Emily go down OK?" Jack asked after a moment, nothing but the crackling of the Yule Log on TV filling the silence.

"Oh, yes," Pitch hummed. His eyes had fallen closed, and they opened again as contentment soothed his rough edges. "She had an exciting day. Was out like a light in seconds." He reached up with his free hand to cup Jack's cheek. "Thank you for cleaning up, love."

Jack kissed his palm before nuzzling into his touch. "Of course. It was my fault."

"He admits it," Pitch smirked. Jack pursed his lips to hide a smile.

"Oh, shut up, you!" He leaned over to kiss his lover, shutting him up quite effectively. Pitch moaned softly, and Jack almost regretted pulling away to stare down at him lovingly. Pitch stroked his cheek with an equally adoring smile on his face. Jack bit his lip. He tugged Pitch's hair gently. "You're starting to go gray." Pitch snorted around a laugh.

"Brat."

Pompep

Maddie Cat purred loudly in Danny's ear from where she sat curled up on the back of the couch, Danny scratching her gently behind the ear. She tilted her head for him, and he got those hard to reach places that made her purr louder. The fire crackled in the hearth, casting a warm orange glow on her white fur, flickering over his own gray sweater, and for once, he had never felt so content during the holidays. He smiled.

The cushions dipped beside him as Vlad sat next to him, a book in one hand. Danny's attention was pulled from the feline, and she flicked her head when he stopped petting her.

"Found it," Vlad said, snaking his arm around Danny's waist as he curled towards him. Danny snuggled into his side.

"And what is this?" Danny asked. He took the offered tome and opened it, realizing quickly it was an old picture album. On the cover was an embossed M.

"My old family album," Vlad explained. "The last one I really kept before my uncle died, and I went off to college." He smirked a little, subdued only by a sad glint in his eye. "Thought you might like to see embarrassing childhood photos of me."

Danny chuckled, and maybe it would have sounded mocking just a few years ago, but now held a genuine happiness he thought he might never feel. "Yeah, sure." He glanced down at the first page, his heart swelling at the old baby pictures presented to him and a woman with similar sharp features to the man beside him holding a sleeping baby Vlad and beaming at the camera. "Tell me there's some of you in cute little sailor outfits!"

"Oh, there's bound to be at least one," Vlad said. He pulled Danny closer, kissing his cheek. He pointed to the woman, smiling that side smile. "That was my mother. She died when I was young, but she was nothing but gentle to me..."

Add he went through each photo, explaining the stories behind every one, Danny glanced up at Vlad from the corner of his eye. The man was smiling, his voice soft, his touch gentle. His eyes crinkled with half-remembered jokes, and he looked happier than Danny had ever seen him. The fire danced over his white hair and jumper, and Danny snuggled a little closer, warmer, and more content than he had ever been.

Maybe the holidays wouldn't be so bad this year.

---

Are these cavity-inducing enough?

The pompep one is absolutely based on this!

[meowmeowmeowmeow4x]

Dark Blue Moon and the Suffering Sun Part 18

This chapter breaks our record at 3.3k words :O

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MASTAPOST

Damian awoke from sleep. He felt his body squish underneath the weight of Danny’s. The older boy had insisted the previous night, citing Damian’s body being unable to regulate temperature in the cold water at night. This had Damian begrudgingly agree to this arrangement, although he had made his displeasure very clear.

He tried to push down the comfort it brought him. Tried to focus on other things.

Like the fact that he was riding a whale. An entire whale. He even had a harness tied to his waist to stop him drifting behind, the rope wrapping gently around the mammal’s fins and around its body snugly.

This moment? This moment right here was the highlight of his young life. Unconsciously, his chest rumbled and purred as his heart pounded with affection for the beautiful creature.

The whale called out to its pod. It seemed the boys had landed on the largest of the pod, a female (he had checked) and likely the mother of the younger members. Damian rubbed the whale’s skin in soothing circles, its blubber smooth to the touch. There, there, big girl. You are doing an exemplary job.

Each stroke of the whale’s body, undulating through the sea send small shockwaves down Damian’s lateral line, a testament to the size and power of the world’s largest animals (although not the largest organism. That title belonged to Pando). After a while, the rhythm settled into Damian’s bones, like a second heartbeat.

He would have to paint this moment when he got home.

Damian looked behind him. Danny was still out cold after the extensive swimming they had done. It was worth it, though. If Damian’s estimates were correct, they were only a week or less away from Panama. Danny’s swimming speed was nothing short of incredible. It was almost like he was intangible, gliding through the waves with barely a hint of water resistance. Damian had feared it would take a month or longer to get to Panama, considering a dolphin’s long-distance swim speed was only around ten miles an hour, but Danny’s celestial navigation suggested they’d covered about seven hundred miles by the time they hitched a ride with the whales.

Panama was so close… From there it would be smooth sailing, or swimming.

Until then?

Damian untied the rope harness. How many of his family could claim to swim alongside a pod of whales? Using his small, streamlined body, Damian launched off the leader’s body, and dashed in front of her. Despite himself, he gave her a small wave. The whale cooed. Despite not understanding her call, Damian could feel a wave of affection, like a caress through the water.

Damian glanced back at Danny, still fast asleep and snoring. Good.

Looking back at the whale, he focused on their deep, bellowing tones. Opening his mouth, Damian repeated the call as best he could, although it sounded much, much higher pitched than the original.

Much to his surprise, the pod leader called back. Damian smiled in a rare unfiltered grin. The whale answered him!

That was it. He needed to learn to speak whale at the soonest possible convenience. This was of the utmost importance. As a regular human, his vocal cords could never hope to reproduce the calls of a whale, but as a siren, a unique opportunity was granted to him. And he would take it, as befitting his bloodline.

As he contemplated how he would proceed with this plan, his fins slackened, and he found himself lagging behind as the leader swam past him. Damian watched in awe as her shadow fell over his body. He trailed underneath her white underbelly, catching the currents cast by her massive fins, and counted the colonies of barnacles occupying them.

He swam back to circle around the other members of her pod. The baby whales (there were babies too!) crooned to him, and he responded in turn, not sure of what it meant, but wholeheartedly delighting in taking part of a world he’d once considered closed off to him.

A mischievous baby, one he christened Dorothy, bumped him with her nose. The force sent him rearing back. He took a moment to rebalance himself, before she came back for more, playfully nudging him. Hah! Two could play that game. Damian bopped her on the nose, then dashed away. Dorothy gave chase, but Damian was smaller and nimbler.

He twirled in the water, diving underneath an older whale’s belly as Dorothy nipped at his tail. He went up and over the elder’s back. Damian dashed underneath the larger whale’s dorsal fin. Peeking stealthily over the edge, he spotted Dorothy in a state of apparent confusion as his seeming disappearance into thin air, or water.

Serves her right for challenging a master of stealth.

Damian’s lateral line spiked. He turned around just in time to spot a second baby coming for him. Damian tutted. What an amateur. He would have to show them how to properly chase a target. Using his vertical mobility, he launched upward and out of the way. Dorothy spotted him again, and continued her pursuit. Now with two pursuers, and more joining in, Damian laughed gleefully as he led them in twists and turns, using the larger adults as obstacle courses, much to their chagrin. At least that was what he assumed the annoyed-sounding squeaks were.

As much of a fast learner as Damian was, however, he was still new to his body. Damian’s fins flexed at the wrong angle, and his arms bend too far forward, causing him to overshoot his left turn. The green and golden siren crashed head first into the pod leader, briefly floating belly up as stars flashed in his vision.

Immediately the babies descended upon him. Dorothea nudged his body with her nose, sending him floating into her friend, who passed him to another baby just as quickly. Soon the babies formed a circle as they passed Damian’s limp body between them like a game of volleyball. Their actions unfortunately only exacerbated his dizziness, and after a few rounds, Damian was about to test whether sirens could vomit underwater.

A striking croon filled the water, causing Damian’s fins to spike up. However, it seemed the call wasn’t for him, as the baby whales scattered and returned to their parents. Dorothea chittered and gave him one last bump before returning to her own mother’s side.

Damian slowly regained his faculties. He shook off the last of the nausea. That could have been dangerous. They were wild animals, and could have seriously injured him. His father would have been furious.

And he wanted to do it again.

“Yo, Damian!” Danny’s voice called out.

Damian flipped his tail and returned to their miniature mobile campsite in a blur. Danny was snacking on some fish from their last raid. Damian frowned. Their food stashes were already running low.

“Breakfast?” Danny offered him a bundle of seaweed, or kelp. It had a pale yellow colour and sported round sacks along its stems, like bladderwrack.

Damian poked warily at the plant matter. They did not pack this in their supplies. “What is this?”

“It’s sargassum. Plant stuff that floats on the surface. Come try it!”

Damian squinted. He found his stomach stronger than it was as a human, capable of eating untreated raw fish (as much as he would rather not) without so much as a stomach ache.

Damian look a strip of sargassum, feeling the texture between webbed fingers. It was slightly slimy, but soft. He poked one of the bladders, causing its air bubble to pop and float to the surface. As he thought.

“If you’re not gonna eat that, I will. I just swam 700 freaking miles and I’m staaaarving.” Danny whined, a childish gesture.

Damian threw it down the hatch. It tasted… salty (but what didn’t taste salty in the ocean?). The texture was tolerable enough. It was no Caesar salad, or Pennyworth’s casserole, but it would do.

“Hand it over.” Damian gestured for the rest of the plant, and his companion obliged.

Damian chewed absentmindedly as he watched Danny unfurl the map they had ‘acquired’ from the Atlanteans. “So we’re somewhere here.” Danny pointed to a spot in the middle of the blue sea, just off the coast of California. “If we keep going south, we’ll be in Mexican waters, and then it’s smooth swimming to Panama.”

A lump of air pushed up his throat. Damian burped. The beginnings of a snicker were on Danny’s face. The smaller boy held his head high, choosing the high road this time, and maintaining dignity.

“As you were saying?”

“AHEM.” Danny coughed. “We’ve got a bit of a food problem.”

He held up the satchels that they had been using to store their provisions. It was worse than Damian had thought. The bags were practically empty, with maybe a snack and a half between all of them.

He chewed on another stalk of sargassum. Its bubbles popped in his mouth and exited through his nose.

“You cannot swim long distances without sustenance.” Energy could not come from nowhere, after all. The same rules applied for many metas, especially the infamous Flash family. They had left their last stop with bundles of supplies, quickly consumed in the matter of hours.

“We need to hunt again.” Danny concluded. “And get some more seaweed.”

Tut. Damian’s fins drooped a fraction of an inch. It was a shame to leave the whales behind already, but they were always going to go off on their separate paths. He just wished they could stay a little longer.

Danny shifted his sitting position. “To be honest, I’m still getting cramps in my tail. 700 miles.” He said breathlessly. “I never knew I had it in me.”

“So our goal is to recuperate, and resupply.” More quality time with the whales! A couple air bubbles slid out from underneath his gills, the ticklish sensation sending him shuddering.

“Yeah pretty much. Now if you don’t mind me, I’m gonna take another nap.” His companion curled up into a large circle, using his tailfin and arms as a pillow, and closed his eyes.

Damian gaped open. “But you just woke up!”

“700 miles, Damian. 700 miles. We can hunt when I wake up.” With that, Danny was out like a light. Even Damian nipping at his sail could not convince the teenager to awaken.

Damian turned around. The baby whales had returned, hovering just out of reach, apparently having been watching the conversation aptly. He supposed this arrangement had its benefits. Damian whistled, and launched off again.

Satellites.

Her parents had fucking satellites.

That answered how they were going to track Danny. Jazz stared wide-eyed at the computer screen on the deck of the SAV, showing a digital rendition of the entire globe. Off the coast California, about a thousand miles south of their current location, a dot blinked black and white. Jazz’s blood went cold. They had her brother’s hydro-signature. They could track him wherever he went. There would be no hiding, except by turning back into a human, but how could she tell him? And how could he accomplish that goal in the middle of the sea?

Jazz could only gape slack-jawed while her father ranted endlessly about their new radar system, a genius innovation created by her mother in just a day. Isn’t she amazing, Brucie? I’ve got the most beautiful, brilliant wife in the world. Just look at the wiring in this baby.

Bruce Wayne nodded dumbly, remaining silent for the most part, occasionally scratching his head and asking a question. He was listening very intently. No one else could hope to endure her father’s rants. She’d seen very strong-willed individuals awkwardly make excuses and shuffle away, only to be roped back in at the last second. No. Bruce Wayne wanted to be here, and he wanted to learn everything he could.

She imagined thousands of drones printed with WE logos scouring the ocean for a scared teenage boy. No Jazz, no catastrophising. She took steady deep breaths, and counted things she could feel with each sensation.

She needed to focus on what she had to power to do right here and right now. The positives: her parents had very wisely chosen not to sell their most useful tech to the GiW. Her mother never trusted them, and her father was still upset at the government organisation for not having recognised them earlier in their career.

That meant no agents in white suits going after her brother, assuming he’d managed to lose them (which was likely).

Her parents also believed she was here to hunt Phantom. That was another positive.

Their new tech had been whipped up in a fever dream-like haze over the course of two days or less.

That meant an easy excuse if any of them malfunctioned.

The bad news? Bruce Wayne could possibly sniff her out, and snitch on her to her parents. That would severely limit her ability to slow them down.

She turned back as her dad began showing off their miniature sonars, eagerly boasting of their range and precision. Bruce Wayne nodded, and asked about their hardware. How they overcame issues with affecting marine life, how they could compact it into such a small case.

That was good news. Arguably. She did not very much like the idea of the world’s richest man funding a crusade against an entire species. But infallible he was not, and all she needed was plausible deniability and a distraction to grant her brother hours. Even days, assuming she even could distract the enigmatic billionaire. There was the very public, very visible himbo dummy persona. What lay underneath the skin was another story entirely.

Then there was the question of how she would even know what to do in the first place. If she just took a wrench and started whacking, it would be made extremely clear who was responsible. If she wasn’t careful, she might even sink the boat. And she refused to put her family in danger. Jazz was going to do this right, and make sure everyone got home safe.

That meant she would need help.

“I’m getting a little dizzy, guys. I’ll head to my room if that’s ok.” She told the conversing men. Their goodbyes floated in the space behind her, distant to her ears.

She entered her little cabin in the SAV. Well, it was her and Danny’s, but for now she was alone. Jazz closed the door shut and locked it. The cabin consisted of a comfortable bunkbed and two desks for the both of them, as well as a (heavily reinforced) window looking out into the vast blue sea. Although not as densely decorated as her room at Fentonworks, it still carried personal affects dotting around its shelves and walls. A picture of Danny’s first beach day here. A photo of them fishing in Hawaii there. An old scented candle sat at the desk, a relic from when she’d tried to get the smell of fish off the SAV when she was ten.

Jazz had no time to waste. Her mother had noted off-handedly that they were already going a hundred miles an hour. That was insane. They’d catch up with Danny within the day.

Jazz calmed her nerves, and collected herself. She swept the room for bugs and listening devices, something her father had taught her once to ward off the feds. Something told her the screaming IRS agent running away from her house did that plenty, but that was neither here nor there. Once done, she threw the sheets off the bunk beds. The mattresses came off and found a new place shoved up against the wall. As sound-proofed as she could make her room, Jazz recited opening lines in her head.

She pulled out her phone, and dialed. It was time to bust the hatch open.

“Hello?”

“Hello Mrs Foley!”

“Jazz! It’s great to hear from you. I’m so sorry about Danny, I-”

Jazz cut her off. “Actually, about that. Can I please speak to Tucker? I’d like to have a word with him.”

A pause. “Sweetie. Tucker’s been grounded until further notice.” Mrs Foley’s voice ground out at the last two words. It didn’t seem pretty for Danny’s friends.

“I know, but this is urgent.” Jazz stressed.

“He supported Phantom, Jazz. My baby boy committed computer crime for that monster. I just- I just don’t know what’s going on. No. Tucker needs to serve his punishment. And then after- after- after that I don’t know.”

“I know you’re in shock, Mrs Foley. So am I. But have you considered that he might be in grief, too?”

The line went quiet.

“Danny isn’t just my little brother. He’s Tucker’s best friend in the whole world. Tucker’s an honorary little brother to me. Doesn’t he deserve to know what’s going on with him?”

Mrs Foley took a moment of silent deliberation, and sighed. “You’ve got a way with words, Jazz. Fine. I’ll call him down.”

“Oh, and Mrs Foley? Can we have a bit of privacy as well? I think Tucker will need some space for this conversation.”

A minute later, Tucker showed up as promised. “Oh sweet technology. How I’ve missed you so…”

He sounded tired. Incredibly tired, despite his open relief about being able to touch a phone. Not only that, but it sounded inauthentic. Almost performative. “Tucker, stop caressing the phone. I have news about Danny.”

Tucker’s breath hitched. “Do you know where he is?”

Jazz took a deep breath, forcing her shoulders to relax. The moment of truth. “I know what happened to him.”

“Jazz I swear Phantom had nothing to do with it, you gotta-,”

“No Tucker. I’m talking about six months ago.” Jazz looked behind her, listening for any footsteps outside her door. “I saw him in the water three months ago. I saw him changing.”

Her brother’s life was at stake. She chose her words very, very carefully, as vague as possible.

Tucker gasped. “W-what do you mean? D-Danny goes swimming all the time. Wait a minute-”

The line went dead. Panic threatened to tilt Jazz off course. Did she just blow her only chance? No. Think rationally. Tucker was a smart kid. A genius with tech. He probably realised anyone could listen in on his house’s landline. That boy went through PDAs like old clothes; he had to have a few burners spare.

Her phone rang again, and Jazz could have cried in relief.

“What are you gonna do with Danny’s secret?” Tucker hissed, accusation plainly audible.

“My parents have a radar to track him across the world. They have a dozen new weapons to fire on him with. They have an engine that can accelerate the SAV to a max speed of 200 miles an hour. I need you to tell me how to sabotage each and every one of them.”

Tucker choked on the line. “You s-serious?” He said, nakedly vulnerable, like she was about to pull the rug out at the last moment.

“Danny’s my little brother. I’d do anything for him. And I’ve always critiqued my parents’ obsessions as unhealthy. Tucker, I don’t know what half of this stuff does. You’re my only hope. You’re Danny’s only hope.”

Her honorary little brother gulped. When he spoke next, it was like his resolve had been dipped in liquid steel. “I’m right on it.”

She heard thunderous clacking through the line. It looked like Mrs Foley’s punishment was not as airtight as the woman thought it was…

[unfairguy]

He's got colour now

His pathetic shrivelled belly arms are the same colour

[tmwcs]

ↀOUBLE IIROUBLE - FINALE!

FINALE!!!!!

Warnings: Kidnapping, betrayal, hints of kidnapping, hints of murder, cover up, coercion, pregnancy. For once, there isn't any smut in this one, this is solely to focus the storyline and the conclusion of it, but i promise you're going to like the ending.

Also, I did start on proofreading but only did half of it. I didn't want to delay this any further, so here it is, and please ignore the mistakes.

……………….

By the time you awoke, night had taken over and draped the entire sky pitch black. Heeseung was still embracing you, and your bodies remained laying on the floor; the exact spot you struggled against his strength and finding a way to prevent Heejeong from…

“My mother! Heeseung!” 

“Shh…come here baby.” 

You push him away viciously, demanding to know what they had done to her. “I want to see my mother now! What have you done?!” 

Heeseung’s lids fall half closed, when suddenly the door creeked open, and Heejeong walks in. Scurringly, you rush over and collapsed just as you reached one arm’s distance from his frame. He catches you as he softly lands on his knees, noticing the fresh drops of tears forming in your eye. 

“Please….Heejeong…please…my mother….my mother..I…I–” you were barely able to formulate any words, fearing the worst of her  and Danny’s safety. “Please! Please tell me you didn’t…I can talk to my mother…she will listen and understand..just please please–”

Heejeong cuts you off by placing a finger against your lips, gently stroking them as he caresses your cheek. “Shh…baby…your mother is safe and nothing happened to her. So just relax, okay?” 

Relief struck you; at that very moment you cried, regardless of the news that your mother was unharmed. You had feared the worst, yet hearing Heejeong admitting that he didn’t follow through with his original intent in killing off Danny and your mother had caused the tears to fall. Heeseung walks up from behind, taking you in an embrace as he leans you back against his chest, cradling you while Heejeong remains sitting in front, stroking your thigh, and holding your hand. 

“So what happened then?” Heeseung questions, a bit confused as to why Heejeong deviated from the plan. 

Heejeong looked at Heeseung momentarily in silence, before he shifted his gaze to look at you. “Before I get to that, let's put her to bed.” 

Heeseung nods and gently lifts you from the floor, while Heejeong discards his gloves and hat. Of course, the boys concocting a plan to do harm to your mother was unforgivable, but at this moment you were too relieved to care. You were just grateful and happy that she was safe. 

Tucking you in, both Heeseng and Heejeong kiss you tenderly. “Don’t be mad with us princess, we were only going to do it because we love you. But you don’t need to worry, your mother left and is going to find a nice home to retire to. Mmkay?” 

Confused by their words, you settled for the serenity and peace of knowing your mother wasn’t a target, at least not anymore. However, it was still unlike them to deviate from something they had their mind set to, especially since it would have meant further isolating you. By now, you had already known the extent of what their love and obsession was willing to go, all for the sake of keeping you for themselves. The only other time you were able to talk them out of it, was with Kurt, yet you weren’t able to interfere with this time around. So what was it then that caused Heejeong’s mind to change when it came to your mother? 

“Will I get to see her?” You asked earnestly, desperate for them to tell you ‘yes’. “Please! Please let me speak to her, I have to hear her voice and see her face. Please!” You nearly jumped out of bed, when Heeseung presses your shoulders back down. “Shh…you can talk to your mother when I’m done talking to Heejeong. Just lay here and stay…” leaning in, he rests his forehead against you, the tip of his nose kisses yours as he lines up his profile and whispers, “you stay.” 

Heejeong gently peels Heeseung back, taking his turn to give you a kiss goodnight. “You can call your mom to say goodbye when she lands. After that, you belong to us and only us. Deal?” 

It was hardly a deal. Saying goodbye to your mother? Did that mean that the prompted phone call would be the last time you would ever get to speak or see her? As selfish and ridiculous it was, you knew it wasn’t going to get any better than that. The boys loved you intensely, and they were willing to torture and committ to atrocious murders just to show it. You knew that this was the only way you were going to protect your mother, and ensure her safety. Nodding, you were internally disgruntled, but abided…what else was new? They called the shots, and if you disobeyed, you got punished. At the end of it all, you were going to remain theirs and only theirs. You knew and understood this, for a while now in fact, which explained why your punishments had been lacking for months now, all because you were “behaving”. So…what else is there for you to do, than to continue to “behave”?

“Good girl.” Heejeong whispers, before turning off your lamp and walking out with Heeseung. They disclosed all the details of the night in private downstairs, and you had wanted to eavesdrop but knew that there was no way for you to do so without being caught. Guess you’ll have to just wait until they’re willing to tell you what occurred while you slept. 

A few days had passed, and the boys carried on like normal, only telling you that you would be able to say goodbye to your mother in a few days. Just a few days more…

………………………………………………

“Hello?” 

The air was stained with stale silence, you looked around outside your window before shutting it with uneasy haste. You could have sworn you heard a clatter, yet the entire scene outside remained clear. A howling sense of fear swells up within you as a lumped gulp travels down your throat. The thought of being alone in a large home made the evening frightening, despite the security system being activated. The boys claimed they had to tend to a personal matter, but made it strictly clear for you to remain inside and to call should anything happen; with your phone in hand, you eyeball the screen as you scanned the room, contemplating calling for help. The brisk wind blows harshly against the window pane, stirring you into an emotional frenzy. Not willing to take it anymore, you swipe your thumb to unlock your phone, when out of nowhere a cloud of darkness blankets your vision. Shock and fear stills you, yet the bigger surprise was your lack of strength as the shattered sound of glass meeting the tile floor communicated to you that someone was watching you, tainting your drink, and waiting for the opportune time to make a move. Someone…was inside the house the entire time. 

…………………………….

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a pale, ghostly light over the old family estate. Shadows played tricks on the overgrown garden, turning the once-familiar trees into ominous silhouettes. A soft, haunting breeze whispered through the branches, a harrowing scene that could send shivers to one’s spine.

In the dim glow of the moon, the dilapidated mansion loomed, its windows cracked and broken, like the secrets hidden within its walls. The atmosphere was thick with a sense of foreboding, as if the very air itself held the knowledge of the dark secret that had festered for years.

In this eerie setting, the son, burdened with the weight of his discovery, ventured into the heart of the garden. The rustling leaves and creaking branches seemed to echo his trepidation. There, Heejeong’s long awaited patience was rewarded when the moment presented itself; finally, he stands before his father, smirking as he gives no immediate hint of the knowledge he discovered behind the mask of his only living guardian. Everything became clear, the reason behind his mothers sudden “departure”, and the real reason why his choice in romantic partnerships included women of much younger age and glamorous appeal. Now…he truly knew the enigmatic secrets that trailed behind his father’s every step.

As the cold night pressed in around them, the confrontation began, and the truth slowly unraveled, like the tendrils of a sinister vine creeping out of the darkness. Heejeong’s voice was interrupted by short bursts of chuckles as he confronted his father about the haunting secret, threatening the latter with a malicious grin. 

“To what do I owe for this unexpected visit. It's not like you to come visit without me beckoning you and your brother over. By the way, where is your other half?”

Heejeong delays in answering his father. Instead, his smirk did all the talking as he stood tall and silent.  

“Defying me in my own home, another form of disrespect.” Danny huffs out. Removing his double breasted jacket, the sleek fabric of his suit appears pristine, without a wrinkle in sight. He rolls the cuffs of his sleeve, followed by removing his tie and tossing it aside. Shouting for your mother, Danny grows confused by the staleness of air and silence, a recipe for treachery and abandonment. “Where is my wife?” sternly questioning his son, Danny grits his teeth as the lack of response settles in. 

“She’s not here, I assume that by now, she’s long gone with all of your life’s earnings.” With a victorious tone, Heejeong’s words bind his father’s emotions in shock and anger. “I suppose this means she’s left.” Danny huffs out, chuckling in minor defeat. “No matter. I already got what I wanted from her, her existence is useless to me, had I known she was going to disappear on me I would have killed her before I left town.” 

Heejeong joins in on the series of laconic chuckling, smirking as he watches his father falter, piece by piece. “You put on a brave face, but I can see right through you…dad.” 

“You can’t see shit! You and your half-wit brother of yours have been undeserving of my hard earnings, the only reason why I spared it in the first place was so that–”

“To distract us from discovering what really happened to our mother?” Heejeong sharply cuts Danny off, setting the tone straight. “I know what you did…we both do.” Danny stands firmly, issuing a look of confusion for a moment, until the footsteps coming from the hall grow closer. 

“Oh…what do we have here? The both of you decided to come by and visit your father then?” Danny curtly as Heeseung stands parallel to Heejeong, a look of fierce rage graces his face.  

“Not going to say anything?” Danny further antagonized, enforcing the animosity between him and his two sons. 

“Were you expecting me to? I am just the half-witted brother, after all.” Narrowing his eyes, Heeseung shoots a fiery glare over to his father, the man who he had despised for quite some time, but all for different reasons. After discovering the truth behind his mothers disappearance, he, much like his brother, only became affected by it in a minimal sense. You were all that he could ever want, yet the thought of the first woman in his life being tortured and ripped to pieces did not sit well with him. The one he loved and was nurtured by, whose face was the first he gazed upon, along with his brother, taken in a gruesome manner. Fortunately, you were there for the two boys, being there to relieve them of their pain. 

“So you both are upset with me for taking away your mother, and now you’re going to be ruined when I take away the only other woman you both ever cared about. She will be mine, and you both will be sent away to manage my legacy under watchful eyes.” Dialing in, Danny calls in a row of his personal, top men. The lowest types, scum of the earth that were willing to conduct murder for next to nothing as payment. Lining up, the men drag you in, restraining you with their bare hands as they handle you with roughness, a hiss from Heeseung shoots over to Danny and his men, while Heejeong glares furiously over at his father. 

“You didn’t think that I was going to turn a blind eye and not take advantage of the fact that you left her alone, did you? You both should have known better than to think that I would have just allowed you to enter my home without concocting a plan of my own.” Scoffing defiantly, Danny turns halfway and makes eye contact with you, his eyes, which were once soft and kind were now deranged and filled with selfishness. 

“Oh so you knew we were coming then?” Heeseung scoffs out as he shifts his malicious glare over to the guard that bound your wrists behind your back, pinching your joints into a direction of discomfort and pressure, causing you to whimper. “If you don’t ease up and be more gentle with her, I’ll cut your fingers off with a rusty blade.” He grits out as he widens his eyes with a threatening tone. The guard abides by his demand reluctantly as Danny laughs aloud. 

“Don’t be afraid of my son. He’s never gotten his own hands dirty, unlike myself now–” turning, Danny walks over with his arms open wide, as if he was coming over to embrace you. “These hands of mine have gutted many bodies. I’ve made many innocent people bleed out of the pleasure of hearing the screams of pretty little things while they begged for mercy as I cut them open.” 

Quivering, your legs nearly gave out. Had it not been for the guard holding you by the arm lock, you would have fallen out of the misery and shock of what the man before you had just admitted. The man, whom your mother had married. 

“But you don’t need to worry, I’m not planning on doing any of those things to you, y/n. You are far more precious than any of those girls.” 

Your brows furrowed in confusion for a moment, “...those girls?” you peaked out with a perturbed tone. It suddenly struck you when the memory of watching the news, listening as they unleashed evidence of newly discovered bodies, one right after another of the missing girls…the girls that you had started to suspect Heejeong and Heeseung were responsible for. 

“...All those girls that went missing…y-you?” Your lips stuttered yet the tone of your voice cuts out as you trembled in shock and disgust, all the while watching Danny nod proudly as he continued to stand with his arms remained ajar. 

“Why? Why would you do that?! How could you!? Were you planning to do that with my mother?!” You panicked with fear, rage, and hostility as you pelted him with questions, struggling against the guard as you felt yourself pulsing with animosity, strong enough to break free and kill the man yourself. What was the point of marrying your mother and inviting you both to be a part of his family? 

“Originally, I had wanted to do it to your younger cousins, but when I saw you beautiful face on your mother’s phone screen I just knew I had to have you.” Danny admitted, his words pierced your ears, causing you to hurl with disgust as the saliva in your mouth turned sour. 

“And that’s why you married her mother and tried to pry your way into marrying her daughter?” Heeseung huffs out, already having been filled in by Heejeong. He stood unamused and tired, already wanting to twist his own father’s neck ten times over, for many reasons. 

“So you know then?” Danny turns to face his two sons, before chuckling deviously. 

“Oh we know… just like we know the truth of what happened to our mother.” Heejeong spits out, joining his brother in shooting a stabbing glare with murderous intent as Danny’s laugh grows dim. 

His countenance falls into one of shock, yet what surprised you more was the faint bit of regret or sympathy that adorned his face and voice. “Ah…yes…your mother…” he sighs out. 

“You butchered our mother just like you did with those girls?” Heeseung calmly shoots out an antagonizing tone. “I give two fucks about the rest of them, and I’m not even mad that you included our mother into that statistic…not anymore…” Taking a pause, Heeseung closes his eyes as he dips his chin down, re-opening them with a jet black stare that was enough to set the entire world ablaze. “But….the fact that you had wanted to take y/n and cause her misery…oh Danny….I’m gonna have to blast a shotgun up your ass for that.” Heeseung lifts his chin, displaying an eerie smile as he chuckles out his words. 

“As much as I’ve enjoyed all the years I had with you son, it pains me to tell you that I am done with the animosity. You know, it’s actually quite fortunate for me that I have two sons…” Pivoting at the heel, Danny closes in on the boys as he completes his wording. “Because I definitely do not need two, I have been thinking a long time now about lowering it down to one.” 

Your eyes widen as your breathing pauses. Did he just threaten the twins? You started back up in scuffling out of the guard’s grip, fearing the worst should anything happen to your brothers; not only did you grow fond and return their love, but the thought of what was going to follow on with you scared you the most. What could Danny possibly have in mind if he were to successfully diminish the boys, leaving you entirely alone? The thought of the boys being narrowed down to one, leaving your chances of escaping and making it through the night frightened you more than anything else, and you shivered as your heart escalated in beat. Was he really going to kill one of his sons? What if he decides to kill both? 

“You mean to tell me that you, despite having an army of men standing behind you, still feel the need to eliminate Heeseung or myself in order to feel more confident in following through with your plans? We’re that much of a threat, huh?” 

“The only threat here is the one directed towards you. I am your biggest downfall, son. If you hadn’t figured that out by now, then I guess YOU can be the one to pick which one out of you two should die.” 

“Or…I can choose between us, and you.” 

Danny bursts out in a violent laughter, disturbing you as Heejeong’s words confuse you. Looking past his father, Heejeong directs his sight to you. 

“Scared?...Princess?” His words were soft and gentle, like always when he would comfort and soothe your body.

Since the beginning of time, the twins never failed to surprise you with a plan; why would this time be any different? Well, to answer that question…

“Oh baby…don’t I always tell you…hm?”

It absolutely wouldn’t be different…and it never will. 

…………..

Baby sis…big brothers always have something up their sleeves.

………….

“Come on baby, what is it that we always tell you?” 

His voice quieted down towards the end, his stance somewhat relaxed as he shifted his weight to a leg, while his arms remained crossed. His head tilts toward the side, and his dashing smirk starts small, but continues to grow until it fully forms and decorates his handsome face, matching that of his brother, who winks as he grins unbearingly. 

“Say it baby.” Heeseung joins in, leaning his shoulder against Heejeong’s.

“....B-big brothers…always have something up their sleeves…” you stuttered, a pair of chuckles escaped from the boys lips; Heejeong snaps his fingers to gain Danny’s immediate attention. 

“That’s right baby, very good.” His voice echoes against the walls before his gaze turns sharp and is pointed towards Danny. “And for you…let me show you a magic trick.” 

Another harsh snap of his two fingers, the offensive, crisp sound repeats itself in your ear, and just then, for a subtle moment, you feel the guard's hands slightly loosen his grip. 

“Oh daddy.” Heejeong’s tone goes from soft to insulting as he antagonizes his words over to Danny. “Remember when I told you that your soon-to-be ex-wife took all of your life’s earnings?”

Danny’s eyes shoot over to his open safe. 

“No, not that one, I was talking about these.” Holding up a velvet bag, Heejeong hands them over to Heeseung, who dips his hand inside and takes out a few diamonds, perched between his finger tips. 

“Over 150 million dollars worth of diamonds. Ex-wife took everything else, but left this bag as a kind gesture.” 

Danny scoffs, displaying an obvious notion of defense towards Heeseung’s presumptuous attitude. “She could have taken that, the house, and everything else. I still own my corporation; I have more coming in by the minute than you would in twenty years you rotten brat. What the Hell do you take me for? Desperate? Someone who is going to look to charity just because that woman cleared out my house?!” A victorious laugh fills everyone’s ears as Danny claps his hands in an assailing manner, yet the movements become slurred once he realizes that both his son's facial expressions remain unchanged. 

“We never said the gesture was for you.” Heejeong calmly states. Looking over his shoulder, he issues a slight nod over to Heeseung, who tosses the bag to the center of the room. “Let’s see…” Heeseung perks his tone. “150 million divided by the ten of you, split evenly. That was the agreement, right?” His arm swings as he releases the bag, sailing it over towards Danny’s shoes. “So go ahead and feast.” 

At that moment, the pressure from your hands became non-existent, and the freedom of your arms falling back to your sides almost seemed surreal as you watched each guard walk over towards Danny, circling him as the twins make their way over to trap you in their arms. 

“Betrayal is a very ugly thing, baby. You don’t need to watch it go down, let’s go.” pulling you away, both Heejeong and Heeseung walked you away from the scene. You never knew what happened, but could only guess that the ‘deal’ that was made between the traitorous son’s and the backstabbing guards was a gruesome one, especially seeing the outcome of their last visit with Yeon Jin and Sa-Ra. 

Just like with Danny, it was a scene you were left out of, but your own creativity was triggered when the boys came home that night, covered in blood and dirt, with the purses and identification belonging to the girls in hand. You remained seated as they walked through the door, rubbing your swollen tummy. Choosing to stay silent, you didn’t even bother to question what you had already suspected was foul play, plus it was already apparent that they wouldn’t tell you, keeping in mind that you were carrying their baby, and that your health and stress level needed to be stable. 

Normally, you would have internally destructed with all that has happened. You wouldn’t ever consider to resorting to murder or torture, even if it was all in the name of love or for you, it was a despicable notion that you rather not have in your life. Yet, the moment that Danny and the girls had arranged and attempted to take away your baby, that was enough for you to have a change of heart. Sure, you winced upon seeing their psychotic smiles as they both stood in the foyer, blood covering their hands as it dripped down Yeon Jin’s purse, or Sa-Ra’s wallet, while the dirt shadowed their gloves and skin. 

“Now…no one is going to trouble you…darling.” 

Heeseung’s words crept out eerily while Heejeong tilted his head, slowly matching the dark aura that vibrated with his brother’s tone. 

The papers that disclosed the disappearance of Danny, with no known suspects to close the case, or at least, that’s what the police stated as they concluded countless media interviews, yet you had your suspicions that they were paid off by your brothers, as was everyone else. In your eyes, Danny was not only dead, but he was long forgotten by everyone. 

Weeks after, still unknowing of whatever happened to Danny, it felt as if you were left out in the dark; the boys kept everything from you, all for your safety, or so they proclaimed. Taking over Danny’s corporation, the boys managed and practically ran the world, and did so fashionably as they kept you under a watchful eye and warmed in their continuous embrace, flaunting you at events and parties, never minding what others said or thought behind your backs. Why would they? Becoming the most powerful men in the world, who would dare to defy them, or you? Should anyone try, they’d pay a hefty price. 

After some time went on, when Danny’s disappearance no longer stirred a commotion in the city, the boys became more brazen in showing you off, taking you everywhere and displaying their loving affection. It didn’t matter who was around to witness it, you became the sole focus of the two, barely holding up as they shared you. Some days, it suffocated you with how attached they were, especially now that there was no one to oppose their relationship. You felt stretched out as your whole being thinned out while they constantly feasted on you. To be truthful, there were some days you thought you lost your mind, feeling absolutely clueless as to what the meaning of life was, other than being there for the twins. And if it wasn’t the twins, it was your precious little baby growing healthy and strong inside your belly. 

Closer to your due date, the boys nurtured you beyond all measure. Perhaps you felt suffocated due to the flush of hormones up and down, or perhaps it was the exhaustion that had you wishing that you were sucked in a black hole, but you ended up swallowing your thoughts when the boys had their moments of pure heartedness. 

Whether it was Heejeong sitting you on his lap, stroking your belly as he nurtured your breasts with his tongue, and soothing your painfully swollen areola with kisses as he sucks them in, or when Heeseung would lay his head on your lap and kissed your thighs, it made you feel wholesome and blissfully in love. 

…In love…

…………………

“Almost there Ms. Y/n, just a little bit more….”

Your eyes were blinded by the overhead lamp, with the nurses supporting your grip, guiding you to breathe in and out as you followed the doctor’s tempo. He tells you to push, to breathe, and to push again. You struggled, feeling as if you couldn’t go on any longer, when finally…

“Oh congratulations! …………”

…………………

The voices inside the room blurred out, the only sound you could hear was that of a baby’s cry. What a delightful sound that was. 

You yearned for that moment to hold your creation, allowing for you to bond for the first time. The subtle weight that suddenly became present on your chest felt overwhelming, you fluttered your lids open as you adjusted in the bed, cradling the soft skin against your chest firmly. 

“Oh gentlemen, welcome in. Y/N did so well, and congratulations to you both, you are now fathers of a pair of beautiful twins. I’m still amazed by all this, what a rare phenomenon.”

You look down and admired the hair of both your sons, resembling peach fuzz, the soft strands matched that of both their father’s, one black, and the other silver. Your eyes burn with joy and endearment as the tears break free, and the memory of your last checkup before replays in your head as you watched both of your babies cry out for your touch. 

………………..

“Twins?...”

“Yes, that is correct Ms. Y/n. The test results also show two sets of DNA.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that you are carrying children fathered by separate men. It’s called heteropaternal superfecundation, it’s a very rare occurrence, and there have only been a handful of cases such as this to date. It’s quite extraordinary, though I have to ask you…who are the two fathers?”

………………

“Look at them! They look just like you both.” 

The boys surround the bed and wall to your side. Sitting beside each arm, they slightly tug on you as they lean their heads on your shoulders, admiring your creation…their creation. “Second generation of Lee twins…well done, our little darling.” 

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Magic Potions // FM!SFK

a/n~ This newest installment of my market realm will speak about grief and the loss of a parent so please do not read if you don’t feel comfortable to do so!

As the air become cooler, and days became shorter,  Sam knew that a shift in her bubbly mood was imminent. He wasn’t sure when the fall time blues would hit but he knew that he would have to be prepared for anything. 

Day by day the pep in her step diminished and her excitement over helping him make his jams and watching Danny harvest honey slowly disappeared, leaving what Sam would call his melancholy love in its wake. But he knew one thing that always put a smile on her face and awakened her inner child, something she’d never say no to; no matter how down she felt. 

He knew where to find her, laying bundled in the hammock, a big crocheted cardigan swallowing her tiny body whole as she read the latest book that caught her eye. A soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he placed two ceramic cauldrons and two small cups down on the cement slab they called their patio. He made quick work of collecting dry leaves and dandelions from around the yard and placed them gently next to their workspace. 

“Hey, whatcha reading?” Sam kept his voice steady, not knowing if a change in his tone would trigger her fight or flight, or if there were any tears on the horizon he may have to dry. She lifted a hand, holding her finger up to silence him briefly and her eyes continued to dance across the page she was reading. 

“One should never interrupt someone who’s in the middle of a page, kind sir.” She spoke quietly and tucked her make-shift bookmark between the pages to hold her spot. Sam couldn’t help the giggle that slipped past his lips as he held his hands up in surrender, not wanting to actually disturb her. But the soft smile that spread across Sophia’s face gave him the permission he needed. 

“I apologize profusely for being so disrupted madame! But what say, I have a way to make this up to you? Hmm?” He raised a brow and held his hand out to help her up and out of the hammock that still swallowed her whole. Tilting her head from side to side and lifting her hand up to stroke her fingers against her chin, she put on a bit of a show for him as she came to her decision. 

“I say, that all depends on what you have planned, your majesty!” She giggled, a sound Sam couldn’t get enough of, and extended her hand to his wrapping her fingers tightly around his palm and he gently hoisted her up from where she lay. 

“Come with me and you’ll see.” His voice had a child like and whimsical tone about it, causing the smile on her face to spread even wider but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.  He knew by the look in her eyes that he had disturbed her more than he had planned. 

Sophia walked as slowly as she could and tucked her book safely under her arm, hoping that whatever he was tugging her to would allow for her to just let herself get lost back into the world of Practical Magic. Her eyes landed on the set up he had placed haphazardly across the patio and quirked a brow, suddenly interested in what he had up his sleeve. 

“What is all this?” She mused and let go of Sam’s hand, bending at the knee to perch herself gently on the edge of the patio. Her gaze danced over the bits he had collected, all things she had once told him her mom would collect so she could make a potion along with her favorite characters in her favorite movie. 

“There are some things that I know for certain. Always throw spilled salt over your left shoulder, keep Rosemary by your garden gate, plant lavender for luck and fall in love whenever you can.” Sam quoted the movie perfectly as he sat down and pushed the dark purple ceramic cauldron in her direction. 

Tears prickled Sophia’s eyes as she observed everything surrounding her and placed her book down where it would be a safe distance away from what she knew would soon be a pair of bubbling cauldrons. She swallowed the emotion that rose in her throat at the memory of her childhood that played in her mind. 

“Wait! You even found real sprigs of lavender?” Her voice held a tone of awe as she reached over and scooped up a few, slowly letting them drop into her cauldron one by one. Sam smiled proudly and pushed a small basket she hadn’t noticed sitting by the door towards her. In it sat fresh Rosemary as well as a trial sized bottle of cinnamon. 

“You can find just about anything at the market this time of year! Especially fresh herbs and such.” Sam chuckled, proud of himself for remembering something as simple as fresh lavender and putting that smile he loved on her face. 

“Sammy…” She finally met his eyes, the tears she fought against so hard welling up in her eyes. Leaning forward he plucked a few dry leaves out of the wicker basket and began to crumple them up, letting the small pieces fall into his cauldron. 

“Sometimes you have to awaken your inner child and let her have some fun.” He kept his voice light and airy and reached out, placing the remaining leaves into her hand. 

“My mom… as soon as it would start to get chilly and smelled of fall she would make sure there was always a potion making station prepped and in the shed. I spent so many afternoons outside collecting things from the yard to make the newest potion I had thought up. She even made a silly book of ‘spells’ that we would recite as the cauldrons bubbled away. They never made any sense but man would they make us giggle.” 

Sam watched on as Sophia slowly began to put together her potion, her body clearly on autopilot as she spoke so lovingly of her mother. This was a side of her he didn’t often see and fully encouraged when he did, wanting nothing more than to learn of the woman she longed to hug once more. 

“The dandelions were always her favorite touch. But you had to add a handful of grass so they weren’t lonely among the lavender and rosemary. And look! If you sprinkle just the tiniest bit of this into the baking soda it’ll smell of fall rather than science.” She giggled and leaned forward, reaching for the tiny bottle of cinnamon. Sam knew exactly what she meant and set to work taking the cap off and opened the seal before handing it off to her. 

Sophia quickly made her mixture of cinnamon and baking soda and leaned forward, sprinkling just enough into both cauldrons to create the reaction with the vinegar. Sam reached out and wrapped a hand gently around her wrist, causing her to finally meet his gaze for the first time since they sat down. Letting his hand slide down to hers he wrapped his fingers around hers and pulled her hand upwards to press a soft kiss against her knuckles. 

He knew this time of year was hard on her, the wounds that never fully healed beginning to reopen once more. Sophia knew what he was onto and a genuine smile spread across her face, the need for him to know she fully appreciated his gesture at the forefront of her mind. 

“And then… we’d say some silly incantation like…double double toil and trouble, this makes zero sense but watch it bubble!” She giggled and leaned forwards, wrapping her hand gently around the cup of vinegar. Sam couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face as he watched her pour the smallest amount of vinegar into each cauldron and watched it bubble up. Soft giggles emanated from her chest as she watched the cauldrons bubble over and the soft scent of cinnamon wafted into their noses. 

“You’re right, it doesn’t smell like science, does it?” Sam cooed and dipped a stick into his cauldron, using it to mix around the potion. Sophia couldn’t help the giggles that escaped her as she watched Sams cauldron bubble over a little more. 

“Mama always said stirring it made the fizzing last longer and would stir hers forever as I was on my second or third potion. And she’d make up the silliest stories to go along with whatever potions we were making. I miss her..” Sophia trailed off and pushed the cauldrons aside, clearing the distance between she and Sam. 

He knew her well enough to know what she needed and reached his arms out in her direction. Sophia’s bottom lip jutted out in a pout and she crawled towards him, perching herself in his lap and let her body meld into his. He reached up and ran a hand gently though her hair, something he knew soothed her. 

“I really needed this, thank you.” She kept her voice but a whisper and fought back the sobs that threatened to escape her. A soft smile spread across Sam’s face as an idea popped into his head he didn’t think she could turn down. 

“What say we do it again next week? Only this time we can actually plan for it, hm?” Sophia lifted her head from where it lay nestled in the crook of his neck and her eyes widened at the thought. 

“Really? You’d make potions with me again?” He couldn’t help the laugh that slipped past his lips and he nodded, fully on board with the idea of making a mess of the patio just to hear that laugh and see her smile. 

“We have to keep the tradition alive! Of course I’d make potions with you again.” He chuckled, knowing just how healing this was for her. Tears began to cascade down Sophia’s cheeks as her reserve broke and she finally let herself feel the emotions she had been repressing all week. Sam reached up and cupped her cheeks in his hands, using his thumbs to catch the tears that still fell. 

“Keeping her tradition alive is something I never thought I could ask for.” She mumbled and pressed a soft kiss of thanks to Sam’s cheek. 

“You can ask for anything your heart desires, Lovebug. But right now we need to clean this mess before Danny has our heads.” Sam chuckled and nodded to the patio that now needed a good rinsing. Sophia couldn’t help the belly laugh that escaped her as she nodded and slowly began to collect the random bits that had fallen from the basket. 

“Yes, let’s do that. Wouldn’t want to upset his highness now would we?” She giggled and climbed off of Sams lap, tucking her book safely back under her arm and gathered up both cauldrons to dump and rinse out for their next adventure. 

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scary dog privilege pt3- ethan landry

ethan landry x alt! reader

❤️🔪 spoilers for scream 6 🔪❤️

❤️🔪 spoilers for scream 6 🔪❤️

1.6k words // part 2

warnings: mentions of death, language, blood/gore, violence

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the six of you that had made it through the night were sitting outside the apartment, those of you with injuries getting patched up in the back of an ambulance. you hadn’t let go of mindys hand since leaving dannys apartment- trying to comfort her at least a little, and you were a little surprised that she didn’t pull away. the paramedics had patched up the cut on her arm, as well as bandaged your shoulder blade and put a small piece of tape on you cheek to hold the cut closed.

you watched as detective bailey, quinn’s dad, came out of the apartment, and started to break down after seeing quinn’s body. sam and tara went to talk to him, and you heard chad mutter under his breath. you looked up to see ethan approaching, ducking under the police tape.

“fuck-“ ethan muttered under his breath.

chad walked over to him and slammed him against the side of a car by his backpack straps.

“where were you man?!” chad demanded.

“wha-when?”

“last night!” chad yelled.

“i - i had econ- you know this!” ethan stuttered.

“bullshit man, you disspapear and my sister almost gets killed!” chad yelled in his face.

“i was in a study hall with a hundred other people. ask any of them,” ethan pleaded, his eyes wide as chad stared him down, before he let go of him. “who…?” ethan asked, noticing the ambulances and the body bag in the alleyway that held anikas body.

“anika- and quinn.” chad told him. his eyes scanned around until they landed on you, and you sent him a small wave. he started walking towards the ambulance.

“mindy, im so sorry-“

“step the fuck back. you’re at the top of my list.” she said.

“i had econ-“ ethan insisted, but she just looked away from him, finally removing her hand from yours. slowly getting out of the back of the ambulance, you walked over to ethan. “a..are you okay?” he asked. “i was in study hall i swear.”

“i believe you.” you said, and a few tears formed in your eyes. “i just … i was so scared.” you admitted, wrapping your arms around his neck and tucking your face into his shoulder. careful not to hurt your bandaged shoulder, ethan’s arms wrapped around your lower back as you cried.

“i’m sorry- fuck, i should’ve been there with you guys.”

“no i- i’m glad you were somewhere safe.” you stuttered. even after only knowing ethan for one day, you cared about him.

“i’m glad you’re okay.” he said, stroking your hair gently.

you and ethan watched as detective bailey, talked to sam and tara, who were then joined by kirby reed, from the fbi, and gale weathers. they motioned for everyone to come over to them, and explained that gale found something related to the first two victims. with mindy shooting a death glare at ethan as she walked by, you grabbed his hand reassuringly, and he smiled slightly, before you followed after the rest of the group.

•

the group arrived at dark movie theatre, clearly not having been in use in years. as the lights came on, you saw display cases and mannequins wearing bloodied clothing, and you noticed morbid drawings next to the cases.

“what is this place?” someone asked.

“it’s a movie theatre”, tara replied.

“not just a movie theatre,” gale added. “it’s a shrine.”

a large garage-like door lifted over a stage at the other end of the room, revealing 9 mannequins wearing ghostface costumes.

“how did they get all this stuff; i mean isn’t this evidence?” tara asked.

“cops like money,” you replied, and detective bailey shot you a look, but you shrugged it off.

“present company excluded of course,” gale added. “but they’re right. and evidence can get lost pretty easily.”

“chad- this is uncle randy’s,” she said, pointing to a video store shirt.

“uhh what exactly am i doing here?” ethan asked. “my alibi checks out.”

“so i can keep an eye on you, roomie,” chad explained, and mindy gestured that she was watching him by pointing her fingers at her eyes and then towards him.

“and… i want you close to me so i can protect you,” you teased, grabbing onto his arm.

“why do i need protecting? what if i need to protect you?” ethan countered, and you heard chad snicker.

“dude,” ethan exclaimed.

“i’m sorry - i’m just saying… i’m a little more scared of ..” chad pointed at you as if you couldn’t see him.

“yeah… a lot more scared,” mindy agreed.

“i’m gonna take that as a compliment,” you said, and mindy smiled.

“i would expect nothing less.”

everyone looked around at the different displays, before sam went over to look at her father, billy’s costume, displayed in the centre of the stage. tara followed after her, and eventually everyone stood on the stage.

“if this was a normal stab movie, this would be the killers lair,” mindy said.

“which means this isn’t a normal stab movie,” kirby decided. tears began to fill tara’s eyes before she ran out of the room, sam chasing after her. mindy and kirby sat on the edge of the stage, and began talking about horror movies, leaving you chad and ethan alone to walk around the theatre displays. chad was occasionally staring at the two of you, and you gave him a death stare when your eyes finally caught his.

“can i help you?” you asked, and you stopped walking, as ethan continued down the display cases, leaving just you and chad.

“no i just… didn’t expect you guys to..”

“to what?”

“i mean at the party when he was checking you out…i didn’t expect someone like you-“

“someone like me? what does that mean?” you snapped, starting to get annoyed, and you could tell that chad regretted saying it.

“i’m sorry,” he said sincerely. “all i meant was, you two seem like.. pretty different. not- not that there’s anything wrong with that!” he stammered after your eyebrow raised. “i didn’t think ethan would actually talk to you, i thought he’d chicken out. he’s been checking you out for months you know,” chad explained, and your expression softened, looking across the room at the curly haired boy who was oblivious to the whole conversation.

“he has?” you asked, kinda more to yourself.

“look, i don’t know you, and these last 2 days have been- really intense. i always thought you were kinda scary or mean- “

“because people think that’s how i am. or they treat me like i’m different and i’ve just….grown tired of it,” chad looked at you sadly,

“i was going to say; but you actually seem pretty cool. and i wish we got off on a better foot,” he extended his hand for you to shake, as a false sort of do over, but he pulled it back teasingly. “unless you’re the killer in which i take it all back.” he smiled, and you shook his hand.

“it’s nice to meet you,” you played along. “and.. yeah same for you.” you laughed. ethan walked back over to you guys, a small smile on his face at the sight of you and chad seemingly getting along. he was going to say something, when detective bailey interrupted, walking into the room with gale.

“i think i have a plan that might help us turn the tables on this creep,” he announced, and you noticed tara and kirby sat up in the balcony seats. sam walked back into the room as well, and everyone listened as bailey went over the plan.

•

the plan, for lack of a better word did not go as planned. you were all sat in the lobby of gale weathers’ apartment building, after the paramedics had taken her to the hospital. using sam and tara as bait in central park, bailey and kirby had tried to get a trace on the killers phone to catch him, but he had anticipated the trap, and went after gale instead; the only one who wasn’t there.

“i’m scared you guys,” mindy admitted. “i really don’t wanna get hurt again.” chad and tara rested their heads on each of her shoulders, curling into her from either side. “i don’t want you getting hurt again either,” she said to chad.

“i know. i know,” he mumbled. ethan wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into his lap.

“maybe he gets to win this time,” sam said, her eyes filling with tears.

“what?” tara asked, sitting up and staring at her sister.

“he wants to punish me. so maybe i let him,” she cried.

“we’re not doing that,” tara shook her head.

“if this is what i have to do to keep you safe, it’s worth it.”

“no, sam. every day you make the decision to protect us. we wouldn’t even be alive if it weren’t for you. you need to let us protect you this time.” chad and mindy nodded in agreement.

“he’s gonna keep coming after us,” mindy spoke.

“isn’t there somewhere safe we could hole up?”

“he’ll just find us again,” tara shook her head. “we could use that though.” she pulled out her phone, calling detective bailey and telling her the plan to trap him somewhere and execute him. your hands fiddled absentmindedly with ethan’s fingers, trying to distract yourself from everything going on.

“hey.. i won’t let anything happen to you,” ethan whispered in your ear, and you smiled sadly before sam announced that you were all taking the subway to the theatre. you just hoped you all made it there in one piece.

[five-rivers]

First. Previous.

Well… his parents might not think it was all that wonderful.  For some reason, they didn't seem to like it when he went to Long Now, even though it was by far the safest place for him in the Ghost Zone.  No one attacked Clockwork.  Ever.  

Thing was, as much as he'd like to visit, he wasn't sure where the Heavenly Gardens, the Drowned Quarter, or the Mountains of the Moon were.  Finding them would take a lot of time, and he didn't want his parents to worry.  Much.  This was about freedom and proving a point, not being a jerk.  

On the other hand, Long Now was easy to find, and if he was supposed to go somewhere else for whatever reason, Clockwork would let him know.  

He zipped through the ectoplasmic clouds of the Ghost Zone’s current weather, easily navigating the smaller islands and swarms of floating doors that currently surrounded the Fenton portal.  

Soon, the gears and dark stone of Long Now rose out of the neon-bright haze.  With a small trill of excitement, Danny sped up, and landed on the front step shortly.  

Like many of the other places in the Zone, Long Now had its own rules.  As was to be expected, Long Now’s rules had to do with time.  Anyone and anything who entered Long Now would be synchronized with one, everything happening with the tick of a clock.

It wasn’t terribly noticeable, generally, that each new movement or each new thought happened with the tick of a clock when there were so many clocks ticking at all different rates.  But if you paid attention, or if you were, say, in a fight and you knew what your rhythm usually was, or if you were a person with a heartbeat that suddenly changed, then it was a bit easier.  

It gave Clockwork a terrific advantage, because not only did he know what time you were locked to, he could change the clocks.  It was his lair, after all, and it wasn’t nearly as big as, say, Three Twilights.  He had better, finer, control.  

By the same token, Danny didn’t have to wait at all for the doors to open and let him in.  

“Clockwork!” Danny called.  “I’m coming in!”  Clockwork certainly already knew, but he wanted to be polite.  

“Hello, Daniel,” said Clockwork, emerging from a corridor, the opening of which slid around the periphery of the room on the edge of a gear before disappearing.  “How are you tonight?”

“I’m okay,” said Danny, flying over to him and circling him several times.  “How are you?  It’s been– You know how long it’s been.  It’s been long.”

“Yes,” said Clockwork, catching Danny by the shoulder and directing him closer, to snuggle into his cape, “I do know.  I missed you, too.”

Danny hummed and accepted the invitation to cuddle.  “Is there anywhere I’m supposed to be?” he asked.  “I wanted to, um.  Mom and Dad wanted me to stay home, but…”

“Keeping anyone shut away in such a small space for so long can cause issues.”

“It shouldn’t,” said Danny, now a little embarrassed about running away.  “I wanted to be an astronaut.  They stay in smaller spaces for longer.”

“There is a difference,” said Clockwork, calmly, patting Danny’s shoulder, then stroking the back of his head.  “As for where you are supposed to be, I would say asleep.”

Danny squirmed.  

“It is late,” said Clockwork.  “You are still human, and you have not slept well for some time.”

“I’m fine,” mumbled Danny, words muffled by Clockwork’s cloak.  “I want to explore.  I want to do stuff.  I’ve been stuck in one place for so long.  I want to-  I want to at least help with things.”

“If you can truly say that you are not tired, I can give you a few things to do.”  He smiled gently.  “I can always use an assistant.”

Danny looked at Clockwork suspiciously.  “Can’t you tell if I’m tired or not?”

“I can see through time,” said Clockwork.  “I cannot read minds.  That is more Nocturne’s purview.  Of course, even resting doesn’t have to be only sleeping.  We can sit together for a time, perhaps read together, or talk.”