#everyone made such cool art for me and I didn’t have the chance to finish

[the-bitter-ocean]

COMPILATION OF ARTFIGHT ATTACKS (2024) Art will be under the cut:

Attack on @pixxyofice characters Astra and Plum:

Attack on @tealgoat character Lilith and @basilpaste character Conifleur

Attack on @luaneedssleep character Iris and @princess-self-shipping Léa

Attack on @princemonarchempress character JJ and @harunefrog character Yastra

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

New Homes | Platonic Yandere Tweels x Child Reader

“From today on (Y/n), you’ll be hanging out with the Leech family so please…be on your best behavior.” 

Your father was always a little timid. Always speaking with a little quake in his voice. His eyes were always wide darting around. His softer hands like to shake as well. Always wavering even when he held you tight. 

Your father is timid. which is why he warns you when he leaves you with the Leech family. Babysitters always make him nervous. It must be because there are two this time—two babysitters with lopsided haircuts and smiles filled with sharp daggers for teeth. 

“Hello little (Y/n), we’ll be sure to take good care of you.”

“Oi (Y/n), you a swimmer?”

The twins were nice…for teenagers. Other teenagers you knew would sooner shove your head underwater than help you tread it. Other teenagers also didn’t jump at the chance to fight people but that was other teenagers. Not the Leech twins. 

“(Y/n), I told you not to look at Floyd when he’s doing that.”

“But that guy is still holding onto our ice cream.”

“We’ll have some at home. Don’t point at him it’s rude.”

Jade is the twin with his bang on the left side of his face. He’s proper and polite, always doing his best to keep you on schedule. Helping you with your homework when he notices you’re struggling or reading to you when it's time to sleep. 

“Let me blow your nose.”

“Mmm okay.” 

“Good job. Are you ready to go over the edible mushrooms again?”

“Mm okay.”

Floyd is the twin with a yellow left eye and a pitchy voice. He’s loud and silly, always doing fun things that make the day exciting like running in the halls of the manor or playing tickle-monsters when you’ve been working too long.

“I just have to finish these sheets and then I can play!”

“Boooriing!  Let’s just play now!”

“B-but Jade said–”

“Jade can make you catch up later! Let’s get our water guns!”

“Yay!”

They were always so much fun to be around, even work wasn’t so bad with them around. They made a place for you in their giant home. Giving you a room as big as your living room back home, which you slowly filled with the larger souvenirs from your days together.

Speaking of home, it was becoming harder to recall. Trying to remember when you thought of your home if the bathroom was to the left of your room or your father’s. It was an odd feeling that sat at the back of your mind when you looked at the glow-in-the-dark ceiling art. Consciousness fading in and out it didn’t stop your brain from planting the seed of curiosity.

“Why…am I at their house so much?”

Usually, the answer would have been simple. Your father worked late so you had babysitters. But you didn’t go to their house usually. They also didn’t feed or play with you as long as they did but that was beside the point. 

“(Y/n), you’re playing with your food.”

“Oh sorry Missus Leech.”

You made quick work of the beans on your plate, enthusiastically scarfing down what you could. It didn’t feel right to disappoint Missus Leech, while she never once yelled; there was just this feeling about her. One that called for respect. 

“Take your time, (Y/n). I was only worried you’d drift off to sea.”

Looking up at her, tilted your head in confusion.

She let out a giggle. The adult kind that made you feel embarrassed. Looking at Jade, he had an amused smile too, “She means your mind, (Y/n).”

“Oh, I guess a little.”

“What’ya thinkin’ about elver?”

Floyd spoke between bites of food, reminding you to do the same. 

“I just think I miss my home a little bit.”

Taking another hefty bite you missed the disdain on someone’s face. A purposeful cough brought your attention up to the patriarch at the head of the table.

“How are those new shoes we bought together?”

Lighting up at the memory of your new shoes, you barely finished chewing. 

“So cool! Everyone at school thought they were nice too! And I got so many compliments.”

The older man laughed, nodding his head. “Good. Good. Maybe we should go shopping again soon.”

“Okay!”

Dinner went on like usual with dessert ending your time at the dinner table. Letting Jade and Floyd lead you to your bathroom to begin your nightly routine. You fought off the urge to yawn while Jade helped you brush your teeth, failing when he told you to spit. 

“It’s always nice when Mama and Papa come back from trips.” 

Floyd spoke with his back lying on the giant bed, filled with stuffed animals and pillows. He was tossing your clowned fish stuffy in the air catching it with ease. 

Jade still smiling continued buttoning up your pajamas, “Yes, it seems like the trip went well.” 

He looked at you, reminding you to follow him to your bed. “What about you (Y/n)? Did you miss them?”

Your eyelids were feeling heavy. You rubbed them to try to wipe the feeling away.

“Uh yeah.”

Helping Jade shuffle your stuffies around to make a place for you a knock at the door was heard. Floyd must have opened it because by the time you turned Missus Leech was there.

“Mama!” 

Rubbing at Floyd’s head she waved to you and Jade.

“Hi there! I was wondering if I could join you for bedtime?”

You couldn’t tell if The question was for you but if it was Jade answered anyway.

“Of course, Mother. We were just about to read their bedtime story.”

Tucked in next to Missus Leech you let yourself lean against her as she flipped through the pages of the book. Letting her words soothe your mind with the familiar words. Jade and Floyd were close by too making you comfy enough to go to sleep.

When the story was done, everyone gave you goodnight kisses before heading for the door. With the last of your energy, you remembered something important.

“Floyd, are you picking me up tomorrow or Daddy?”

________________________________________________________

The teenager was squeezing the fleshy cylinder shape with an intensity strong enough to bend metal. The crunching and squelching of a man’s neck barely brought comfort to Jade as he continued to squeeze his hands.

“There there Jade, these things take time. It was optimistic that they’d forget by now.”

Unfortunately, the words of his father didn’t calm him down. He headed over to his next target, this time allowing them to throw a punch. Dodging the punch he cradled their hand, maneuvering his arm around until it snapped in the opposite direction. The screaming that followed would have curdled blood for most but it was a lesser result to Jade. Who ended it quickly with a firm kick sent backward and into the skull. The crunch that followed and the abrupt cut to the scream allowed the Leech twin to breathe. 

“I knew they wouldn’t forget. Despite all the work we’ve done. But they still expect him to come.”

His father stepped forward, avoiding the bodies to place a comforting hand on Jade’s shoulder.

“Perhaps he still does…to them.”

Jade’s eyes widened, the implication bringing a stark realization. He turned to his father, his yellow gaze answering the unspoken question. 

To think that with all the work he was saddled with, the sniper still hadn’t abandoned his child. The likelihood was slim but possible. There were quite a few blind spots when it came to the school. Jade had previously ignored them because of the promised security of their contract with the one who wanted him dead. But it seems that wasn’t all they needed to worry about.

“Do you think he plans to take them again?”

“I’d hope not,” entering the warehouse was Fiona Leech having traded out her evening dress for a jumpsuit and shoving a receiver of a baby monitor in her pocket, “our little elver is just about to be settled. It’d be cruel to try moving them again..”

“I don’t think he cares at this point,” Jasper Leech suggested. Pulling out a revolver, he casually aimed and shot the two people tied in the back of the warehouse. He continued, “I hear he’s been getting sloppy with the jobs that one has so graciously allowed him to fix.” 

Jade balanced himself wiping his shoe clean with a rag, chiming in himself. 

“Now he’s trying to go back on his word. Absolute scum.”

“I’d hate for us to pull them out of school, more change is not what that kid needs.”

“I wouldn’t mind limiting my club activities to partake in homeschooling.”

His mother held his face patting his head fondly as she cooed,” You’re a good boy Jade but you have your new job and all those plans I wouldn’t want you to give that up.”

Jasper sighed, scratching the well-groomed stache on his face. “Guess that means we’re ending our contracts early.”

“Seems so…..Now Jade go on get to bed you have school in the morning.”

“Yes, Mama.”

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The shade was nice on sunny days. The coolness that came with the blackened space near the fence was like heaven. The spot was farther away from the plastic playground and the other children running all throughout. Minutes ago, you were just like them running wildly at a more loose game of sharks and minnows. 

Past the wood-chipped ground was the back of the school building where the teachers were chatting. Disappearing between the rectangular windows, their attention was on something inside. Distracted enough not to scold you for stepping away from the others. The triumph of your expert timing was the true prize. Relishing in the leaves of the trapezoid-shaped bushes pushing through the fence. Crunchy, tickling, and overgrown the feeling against your back was a minor trait of this sacred place. 

There was also the oddly pressing poke of something warm coming through the hole of the fences. Turning to confirm your suspicions, you smiled.

“Hi, Papa.”

“Hello, my Starlight!”

Turning around to mirror his position you laid on your tummy to look him in the eye. His tactical glasses were off and his hair had changed. His longer hair was gone, traded out for a faded cut. Different but still your father. You let his larger gruffer fingers hold your own through the fence, his hands for once not shaking. 

“Can I tell you all about my adventures?”

“Of course.”

He let you rant, smiling and nodding all along to all your different adventures. You even took off your shoes and showed him the flickering lights in its soles. He waited until you were out of breath before asking the question again.

“Would you like to come with Papa, this time?”

You hesitated kicking your feet against the wooden chips of the playground. 

“Are we going back to our home?”

“...No.”

Tilting your head,” Then are we going to the Jade and Floyd’s?”

The names made him shudder as he hurriedly shook his head. 

“W-we’re going someplace new….”

“Where are we going?”

He rubbed at his eyebrows. He was getting annoyed. But you knew you had to ask otherwise you’d be brought somewhere you hated. Like that one time.

“(Y/n) you’re curiosity is great but—”

“Does where we’re going have a bed? Does it have a kitchen? Are we going to be only eating the gas place’s sandwiches?”

He scrunched his hands into his hair, grasping for his non-existent flowing hair. His lips were quivering and his eyes were watering. It made you nervous, sitting up from your tummy and on your knees. You sent a look over your shoulder at the window–the teachers were still occupied. Looking down at your father, you silently sighed as you got into character.

“Hirano wherever you're taking that little Starlight, it better be the best place for a kid. Those Leech’s are makin’ sure they're on time at school, they're well-fed, and I haven’t gotten a call from protective services for a good while.”

“I know! I know Mama but they won’t let me leave. I screwed up! I screwed up really bad! If I don’t do another job for that guy, he’s going to have my head! B-but I want to go back to normal! I want to spend my days helping (Y/n) with homework and coming home and watching those silly cartoons with my Starlight–”

Your heart was aching and your eyes were getting watery. You waved a hand at your eyes and cleared your throat sticking your hand through the hole to hold his. 

“Y-you’ve got to get your ducks in order before you take your Starlight back–”

“But Mom!”

“Don’t but me…Starlight is safe. You’ve got to make sure you are too before you take them back.”

“But the debt I owe…it’s so big and their patience is thin. I don’t know if I’ll be able to come back….”

Taking a deep breath, you went back to your original position on your tummy. 

“Papa, I’m always going to be here. Safe and waiting for you. So you can go on your work trip I don’t mind.”

He smiled at that reaching through the gate to affectionately bop you on your nose. 

“That’s right…I’m just on a work trip. I’ll be back before you even notice. I’m gone!”

He began to scooch away but you stopped him calling for him to come back to the fence. You kissed his forehead and he kissed yours.

“I’ll….see you when you got back Papa….”

“Yup! You know it! If you need anything just ask your grandma, okay?”

“...Okay…”

Like that, he disappeared. 

You were left to stare at the disfigured leaves and dying branches. Burning the memory of his face into your mind.

“(Y/n)! Your brother’s here to pick you up.”

It took you a minute before you stood up again. Frantically wiping at the water streaming from your eyes, you waited until your throat was no longer croaky to finally respond.

“Coming!”

It was all a blur, saying goodbye to your friends and packing your backpack. The memories of the sweet older lady you used to spend so much time with. She taught you how to help your father, explaining the work he was in. It made your head hurt. Thinking about it now, you can say that’s why you stay at the Leech’s house so much.

“Ready to go little elver?”

“Yeah,” you stuck your hands up while he brought you up higher supporting you with his arms. You didn’t want to but you let your gaze fall on the disfigured spot in the bushes behind the playground fence. 

Floyd glared at the spot.

“What’s over there, (Y/n)?”

Visualizing him one last time. You’re glad you could say goodbye. Curling your head into his uniform’s collar, you blinked your extra tears away. 

“Nothing anymore…let’s go home, please.”

You missed the smile on Floyd’s face, laughing to himself as he made his way to the family car. 

“As always, little elvie!”

[lexosaurus]

Twelve Hours: Chapter 5

Part 5 of 5 of my fic for Ecto Implosion, the DP reverse mini-bang (artists go first, writers go second)

This chapter is accompanied by art from @tytach AND IT'S SO SO COOL literally screaming crying throwing up I love GIW art so much. Do yourself a solid and check it out!

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Characters: Danny Fenton, Harriet Chin, GIW Tags: Identity Reveal, Flashbacks, Runaway Danny Fenton, Angst Chapter WC: 4453 Summary: When the GIW revealed Danny to the world, the only thing he could do was run. Run and run and run until he escaped to Chicago, trying desperately to disappear. Too bad it didn’t work.

****

“The day of your arrest, you’d been on the run,” Harriet Chin stated.

“I had,” Danny responded. Even though it’d been years, talking about the actual captivity—or as they’d put it in legal terms, arrest—still made his heart stutter.

Well, most things still made his heart rate pick up.

“They found you in Chicago,” Harriet continued. “And they arrested you at approximately two in the morning in Albany Park. Reports say you’d been in the city all day. First, I just need to ask, why? Why go to Chicago of all places?”

Danny steeled himself. He’d been expecting this. “I thought I could blend in there. I figured there were so many people in the city that everyone would look past another homeless kid. Obviously, that didn’t work. People recognized me.”

“What happened during the arrest? I think most people would have expected you to turn invisible and fly away, but that didn’t happen.”

“It’s not that easy with the Ghost Investigation Ward. Their glasses can see through invisibility, and they had me surrounded.” Danny pressed his lips together, fighting the imagery of him diving into his only chance of escape. It hadn’t worked. “It was futile, anyway.”

Harriet leaned back, a slight awe seeping into her tone as she said, “Three years, huh? That’s a long time.”

It had been. Oh god, it had been an agonizing time. And it probably would have gone on longer if not for Vlad’s incredible legal team.

Of course, that didn’t make Vlad suddenly his best friend. The asshole only really did it to try to make Maddie fall in love with him, that bastard. Well, that and the underlying terror of the government figuring out how to create a halfa, which would have been disastrous.

Thankfully, Danny managed to avoid both potential outcomes there. He’d gotten out, spent a year in and out of surgery, rehab, and PT, and then tried his best to restart his life. He got his GED, signed up for some community college courses, attained an associate degree, then transferred and finished his bachelor's. 

It hadn’t been easy or smooth. In between associate and undergraduate degrees, he’d suffered a breakdown and had to take a gap year…or two. Then, after he finished his undergraduate, the soul-crushing reality that he was Danny Phantom and also job hunting so he could move out and really start his life hit him again, and he faltered.

But somehow, he made it. He was still figuring it out, but he was here. Alive.

“I survived,” he decided, setting his jaw.

****

01:00:00

Danny had no idea where he was anymore. He’d run till he found a train stop, then he took that further into the city and switched once. He’d gotten off and walked around—invisibly—his heart pounding in his chest the whole time because even a meager amount of invisibility was enough to ping any agent nearby of his ectosignature. Thankfully, there were no GIW sirens, no white fans, no tall men in white suits ambushing him from the street corners or jumping at him from the alleyways.

Still, just to be extra safe, he got back on the train and rode it for another hour till he’d reached a residential neighborhood, peering out the window before he got off the train to check and double-check for any sign that the Guys in White were waiting for him.

But there was nothing. He was safe. At least, for now, though he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched. But when he glanced over his shoulder again and again, he saw no one behind him.

It seemed like the three thugs hadn’t followed the instructions from those horrific billboard signs watching block, they hadn’t dialed 449 to contact the emergency ghost-sighting number, they hadn’t tattled that Danny Fenton Phantom himself was in front of their home, that they’d nearly kicked the shit out of him.

Which, ouch. He touched his cheek, hissing as it whined in return. It was likely thanks to his frayed nerves, growling stomach, and lack of sleep that allowed the bruises to blossom on his skin instead of dwindling to nothing like they typically would with his advanced healing.

By morning, they would probably be gone. So long as he survived the night first, that was.

“If you don’t leave, I’m calling the cops,” a voice behind him growled.

Danny whipped around, his heart suddenly racing in his chest. He nearly forgot to double-check that his hood was tugged safely over his head. 

Peering out of a house window was a pudgy, balding man in a wifebeater. His raised eyebrows created rivets in his shiny scalp. He looked to Danny not with recognition, but aggravation, as if Danny were a cockroach trying to sneak into his pantry.

Some strange, queasy filling filled Danny’s stomach. He almost preferred the fear people gave him when they recognized his ghost form to whatever this was.

A raindrop hit his eye, and he cursed, reeling back to wipe his face. “Sorry,” Danny said, glancing around. He was safe from the storm under this banister, but outside it was pouring. “I’m just trying to figure out where to go.”

“You’ve been here for a half fucking hour. Either go home or find a fucking shelter.”

Danny’s silence must have spoken for him.

“Or, don’t,” the man huffed. “I don’t give a shit, just get the fuck off my fucking porch!”

Danny felt like he’d been punched in the face all over again, but he tried to let it go. He tried to not let his head hang so far down as he stepped into the cosmos of rain, which didn’t hesitate to cling onto his hoodie, seeping through the fibers until water kissed his skin.

If the rain’s gentle touch was supposed to be a comfort, it failed miserably. Instead, Danny’s throat tightened, and he failed to block out the gruff, “See? Was that so fucking hard?” from behind him as he made his way to the sidewalk.

Despite his cold core, he shivered. If he didn’t find shelter soon, he was going to be soaked to the bone, and then he would have to have to sleep like that.

“Goddamnit,” he muttered, wrapping his arms around his stomach as he pressed into the night. He had no idea what time it was, but it was late. Most of the city had long since gone to sleep, and yet here he was, still awake, shuffling down the road while water squelched into his converse.

Hairs prickled the back of his neck. He glanced behind him, but no one was there. Not even the man in the window.

He was just being paranoid. That was all.

He walked down the road and passed a half-decrepit brick wall with the GIW logo spray painted on in green. Under it was the DP logo, which someone else embellished with red devil horns.

Don’t look, don’t look…

His bangs were sticking to his forehead now. He could just turn intangible, but if anyone saw him turn transparent, then they’d definitely report him for being a ghost, if not the Phantom.

He would just have to be wet until the air decided he could begin to dry, however long that took.

That ever-present lump in his throat grew like a tumor as he tried to ward away thoughts of his family who were probably home, maybe sleeping, maybe huddled in the living room with bleary eyes glued to the television as they waited to see any news about him.

But he’d made it this far, hadn’t he? Soon he’ll have survived the streets overnight on his own, soon he’ll become adept at blending into the city, and soon no one will give him a second glance. Especially not some busy-body white-suited government employee.

And then maybe his family could go to sleep.

The rain continued, unrelenting, but with his newfound determination, Danny refused to let it weigh him down. Even though his paranoia was telling him to panic, and nausea was at his throat, he wouldn’t turn around, wouldn’t back down. 

He would survive. 

The houses blurred into each other, and every light out of the corner of his eye seemed to glow green. Every siren in the distance was the unmistakable chirp of the Guys in White vans, and every pattering on the pavement was a clicky black shoe. It was a hell loop that expanded with each step, burning into his eyes, ears, fingers, and core. But it was just his anxiety at play. It was nothing, Danny, it was nothing.

He was fine, of course. Soaked down to his intestines, but fine. And now, he stood below a street lamp facing a tan townhouse with an iron fence outlining its entrance. To its left was a larger, sleeping blue townhouse, and to its right was a short, red-bricked apartment with the anti-ecto billboard hovering over it.

Seriously, how much fucking money had the US Government wasted on advertising their stupid new GIW emergency number?

He turned around, choosing to walk across the street where another row of brick townhouses and apartments stood at his wake. 

“Fuck you too,” he hissed, failing to resist tossing a middle finger up to the sign behind him.

As predicted, the sign had little to say in return. Though, perhaps smugly, Danny just pretended it was because he’d won. He’d found an alley, a place to call home—for now. And unless the stupid Guys in White had followed him here—which they hadn’t—then they had lost him. Officially. And Danny would lay low here until the world abated, and then…who knew. He’d figure it out.

He settled onto the wet pavement, not caring that his soaked shoe was edging on a puddle. The rain probably wouldn’t let up for hours anyway. He was just glad Tucker had thought to add that emergency waterproof bag in his backpack for his phone and charger.

If he peered out of the alley, he could still see that odious sign trying its best to get under his skin. He could see the way the sign’s Phantom glared down at passersby with contorted, grisly eyes that promised nothing but agony for anyone who happened to cross his path.

“That’s not true,” Danny whispered to himself, or the sign. “You’ll see. Someday.”

He dropped his head to his knees, fatigue hitting him like a cannonball. Someday…perhaps. But not today.

It was still raining.

****

Harriet leaned forward, the soft glow of the lights against her skin now matching her tone as she asked, “And the people who protested against your release? What would you say to them if they were here?”

“I don’t have anything to say to them. Not anymore,” Danny said truthfully.

“Why is that?” she pressed.

“Because,” he started, cocking his head. Then, his eyes flickered to hers, and he wondered if maybe the outer rings of his pupils were hinting at a green glow. “I don’t have anything to say to a person who thinks that because of who I am, what I am, I should be destined to a life as a science experiment, torn apart and put back together over and over, beaten to the point of collapse and punished for not standing back up. Someone who thinks that when my hands were bound behind my back and I was forced to eat off the floor, or when I was locked for days or weeks in a dark cell, chained to the wall with no one to talk to except myself, that I deserved all this just because some of my blood cells were replaced with ectoplasm. And if that sounds blunt, I don’t care. Anyone who thinks a teenager they’d never met should live that sort of life isn’t a person I wish to try to reason with.”

****

00:00:00

Whomp, whomp, whomp.

Something was beating overhead. A large…bird? Maybe? 

Whatever it was, it wasn’t important.

Lethargy wrapped his consciousness back in its warm blanket again, shielding him from the pouring rain that had soaked through every molecule of his body, and his mind…went…

Whomp, whomp, whomp.

It was louder now. Closer. He peeked out from the mental box he’d locked himself into, cracking the lid just enough to notice that the whomp, whomp, whomp didn’t really sound like a bird. And wow, it was really close.

Was that…an issue? It was weird, wasn’t it?

He tried to separate what was normal from what wasn’t, but it was hard, and he was exhausted. Why was he so tired? And wait…why was he wet? Why wasn’t he home in his bed?

Maybe he’d just forgotten to change after patrol that night. Yeah, that had to be it.

But the—wow, that noise was pretty weird.

He craned his neck further out of the box, but his exhaustion protested. If he went much further, he’d never be able to go back to sleep. He was already beginning to notice the crick in his neck, the aching in his back, and the green tint of what was supposed to be only noir behind his eyelids…

Wait.

Green?

He mentally patted his core, but it was completely dormant.

Green…why was…

He wasn’t in his bedroom, was he?

No.

No.

No.

Green! His consciousness yelled, cleaving him from his little mental box. His core spiked, and he ripped his head from his arms to see green lights reflecting off every surface, strobing into the rainy night air.

Adrenaline impaled his pores and snapped him upright, his hands high and glowing before he even knew what to aim at.

The lights flashed more aggressively, and Danny’s heart plummeted. They had him surrounded. Whoever was here, they had him surrounded.

He could have screamed in frustration and sorrow for being so stupid as to get his hopes up that he wasn’t in the streets of Chicago, homeless because the government exposed him and was determined to hunt him down and turn him into their little plaything.

Fucking hell, fuck, it hurt so bad, so fucking bad. It was only a few moments where he believed with every fiber of his being that he was safe and home but he wasn’t and he might as well have let the GIW drive a pike through his heart.

“Freeze,” a deep voice said to his left.

He tried to look up, right, everywhere, everywhere. The helicopter lit a spotlight down on him, and he winced, shielding his sensitive eyes from the glaring supernova of bright, hot light spearing him. 

He tried to step away, but the light followed him, and he realized with horror as he turned invisible that the light was still casting a shadow where he stood. 

Fuck. 

FUCK.

“Stand down!” the voice repeated, deep and throaty.

Operative O, Danny realized, and the shadow mimicked his movements as he backed away from the two prowling figures at the alley entrance.

Lights began flicking on in the surrounding houses, further lighting up the scene around him.

His invisibility flickered in and out. It was useless, either way. All the Operatives were wearing their sunglasses, and Danny knew the only reason they’d be wearing them at two in the morning was if they did more than just block the sunlight.

He turned, and more operatives with more glowing guns stood at the other end of the alley.

Above them, a glowing dome shot out of the helicopter, plunging into the pavement where Danny knew it connected. 

Shit. He was trapped.

He dove into the building to his right, stumbling into a hallway with a woman in a bathrobe and a satin hair wrap frozen on the staircase before him. She screamed as if Danny had stabbed her, throwing her body into the wall. Her head hit a picture frame, and it fell, cracking against the wooden planks on the stairs.

“No, no!” Danny raised his arms in a plea, but they were still glowing, and the woman screamed further.

A man appeared at the top of the staircase, a gun in his hand. He didn’t hesitate, shooting Danny at once. 

Although human bullets had little effect on an intangible body, he still cried out, “Stop!” 

Bullets whizzed through his chest, shoulder, and stomach, and he flinched as holes indented the wall behind him. “I don’t want to hurt you!”

“Oh god, oh god!” the woman wailed. “HELP! HELP, GERALD!”

“GET OUT!” The man, presumably Gerald, bellowed, shooting Danny square in the face. “LEAVE MY WIFE ALONE!”

Danny’s vision blurred, and he stumbled as though he’d actually been shot, “Please, stop! I’m–they’re—”

“Danny Fenton Phantom, we have you surrounded. Please come outside with your hands in the air.”

The woman sank to the floor. “Don’t hurt me. Oh god, don’t hurt me.”

The man was out of bullets now, but he wasn’t finished. He tossed his gun to the side and rolled up his sleeves. Storming down the stairs with fists clenched, he hollered, “You don’t fucking touch my family, you zombie freak!”

Danny stumbled into their kitchen, and green lights flashed into their windows. He tried to put his hands down to steady himself, but his intangibility nearly sent his body careening through a stack of magazines sitting on the table. His hands were shaking—badly—and lightheadedness was encompassing all of his senses and skin with a relentlessness that would surely drive the strongest man insane.

This is it, he thought. Behind him, Gerald’s footsteps had reached the bottom of the stairs.

“Please, stop,” Danny croaked. Though, he had no idea who he was talking to. His hands flew up to his scalp, and he tried to right his head as his throat narrowed into a coffee straw. Before him, green light blinded his vision, pulsing off the beige wallpaper and setting fire to Danny’s entire life.

He felt the man’s fist sail through his head and hit the wall, and he heard the slew of curse words that followed.

“Face me like a man!” Gerald snapped.

“I can’t,” Danny whispered. “I can’t do it. I can’t win.”

“Come out with your hands in the air,” the voice outside repeated.

Danny walked through the man and faced the woman crumbled on the staircase, clutching the picture frame to her heart and weeping gut-wrenching sobs that stabbed through all the layers of panic and adrenaline until he too was crouching down in the hall with Gerald still hovering over him, his intangible hands gripping intangible strands of his hair as he fought the urge to throw up bile all over their weathered wooden hallway.

“Oh god, oh god!” the woman howled.

“I can’t win,” Danny repeated. If he dove underground, the helicopter would just pull him up. If he stayed here, the GIW agents and SWAT would just capture him. But if he went outside, he would be walking straight into the lion’s den.

There was no winning. No way of escape. They knew he was Phantom—they must have been following him—and Danny didn’t have to test it to know that the shield was keyed to his ectosignature, able to affect him no matter which form he took. He could feel it more clearly than any shield-static he’d experienced as a ghost.

He’d been so fucking arrogant before to think he’d escaped them. This was the government, and he was just a kid. Just a goddamn kid from Amity Park with two weird parents and a nerdy sister and oh god, he’d never see them again, and he never got to say goodbye. 

Gerald’s footsteps disappeared in front of Danny, and he almost breathed relief before he blinked, realizing what the man was doing. 

“No!” Danny yelled, jumping up and tripping over his feet. His intangibility slipped from his skin, and he crashed into a side table, knocking an urn to the floor. It shattered, permeating the floor in gray powder, and Danny reeled, colliding into the bullet-ridden drywall. 

“Oh my god,” he gasped, stricken, then turned to face them but it was too late. Gerald was yanking his wife into the foyer and reaching for the door. 

“NO!” Danny shot forward, his hand brushing the door handle simultaneously with Gerald. Danny turned them both intangible, and the woman slipped through her husband’s grip with a shriek.

“June!” Gerald cried out, reaching for an arm that was no longer there.

Danny let go, stepping back. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”

Gerald turned to him once more, his face setting in fierce determination. “June, get out! I’ll hold him off!”

“No, Gerald!” June scrambled upright.

“GO!” Gerald commanded.

Danny looked into June’s grief and terror-stricken eyes as she pleaded, “Please don’t hurt him, don’t hurt him, please.” And for the first time in his life, Danny felt like every bit the grotesque monster whose eyes bore down from the GIW billboards across every city in America. 

He took a step back, and nausea crept further up his throat. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

The green light pulsed brighter, faster. The helicopter’s whomp, whomp, whomp swelled to a deafening pressure. The orchestra of dozens of boots arranging themselves in position, sirens wailing in the distance, commanding voices from the street, and the click of the megaphone that Danny could no longer understand blended together until he was sure he couldn’t discern reality from the madness of his mind anymore.

“Please don’t open the door. I’ll die.” Danny’s voice crackled. With dawning horror, he realized this was his final attempt at survival.

“Go, June,” Gerald said, ignoring him.

“I’ll die. They’ll kill me.”

June sobbed, reaching for her husband instead. 

He batted her hand away. “I said, go!”

“Please,” Danny begged, his voice weak, but it was useless. This random couple wasn’t listening to him. 

They didn’t think he was human enough to deserve a voice in the first place.

June hesitated, her amber eyes crashing into Danny’s one last time before she finally reached for the door.

Danny didn’t stop her.

She slipped out as Gerald made one last valiant attempt at charging Danny, his voice hollering a war cry that echoed down the block. 

But Danny stood still, only barely caring enough to turn his body intangible for the man to pass through him before returning to his solid form.

There was the sound of a door opening and closing behind him, and Danny vaguely registered that they must have had a backdoor entrance in their kitchen, but he didn’t move. He could have, probably. He could have stopped Gerald from unlocking the deadbolt and dragged him back into the foyer to use his body like a shield against the GIW agents.

But he could see the billboard taunting him through the open door high above the white vans, green sirens, and teams of men and women dressed in GIW white, SWAT black, and police blue. That damn billboard with those damn eyes that ridiculed him with the warbling, “Is this what you really are?” 

A second later, men poured into the foyer to slam Danny to the ground. They turned him over and cuffed his hands behind him. Another set of hands snapped an inhibitor around his neck, there was a shout, and then all touch left his body just before his world was overtaken by electricity. Hot, blazing lightning traveled through his skin, arteries, into the tendrils that connected his core from his body, severing each thread one by one. 

It was the portal all over again. Blinding, catastrophic, screaming in his mind before some part of Danny realized it was his voice, it was his screams of pain and torment ripping his lungs from his body and spilling them onto the aged floor. 

Then, it stopped, and the only thing left was the smell of burnt hair and his wavering vision.

“Clear!” a man shouted, and hands grabbed him again, this time hauling him up and dragging him across the floor.

“No,” Danny wheezed, but no one heard him. They lugged him down the front steps where dozens of guns were waiting to welcome him.

Suddenly, a hand gripped his scalp, and Danny cried out as his head was forced upright. He blinked, and once his eyes focused, he wished they hadn’t because before him was a lording, square-shouldered figure clothed in white.

“Daniel Fenon Phantom,” Operative O began. “You are in violation of Article 1, Section 1, Sub-section A of the federal Anti-Ecto Control Act and are hereby under arrest. As you are not considered human by federal law, you are not protected under the Fifth Amendment. You do not have Miranda Rights, nor do you have the right to due process. Do I make myself clear?”

Danny didn’t respond, but it didn’t seem to matter. He wasn’t human, so the GIW didn’t need something as silly as his confirmation before they began towing him to a white van that seemed to glow brighter by the second.

“Don’t worry,” Operative O continued, his voice a hiss. “After the last few years of terror you’ve put this country under, I’m going to make sure our time together is special. And you, you, you…” 

Operative O threw Danny onto the cushioned GIW van. A click of a button later, and the walls of the car and cage separating the back of the van from the front were lined in an excruciating green light. It sizzled, lapping at Danny’s skin and hair. He squirmed, and it seemed to chortle in response, whispering to not even try, there’s no escape, Danny, no escape at all.

Not that he had the energy to try. His limbs felt like lead, and his head pounded in his ears. 

Operative O’s hands were back on him, forcing him upright while another operative strapped his body and legs into the seat. 

This was it. He was going to die. Painfully, and slowly, but he was going to die. He would never see his family again. He would never hear Sam and Tucker bicker about food, he’d never laugh at Mr. Lancer trying his hand at teen slang, and he’d never feel the warm, and sometimes crushing embrace of his parents wrapping him in a hug.

He was going to die. 

“Let’s see if your nervous system is really as human-like as the reports say. And if it is? Well.” Operative O chuckled, propping an arm over the door. “Well, you’ll be in for a world of pain.”

He shut the door, the bang rattling Danny’s skull. Outside of the van, inaudible chatter of the officers filled the neighborhood, but inside, only the static whispers of the ghost shield spoke to him.

It’s over, they reminded him. You lost.

The end.

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[moonlight404-translates]

A3! Izumida Azami | SSR - The Shining You | Translation

Quote: "I haven’t had the chance to put my hands on a traditional musical instrument until now. Learning new things to understand my role is pretty fun… I think."

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A Contemporary Hikaru Genji / 1

Kumon: Good morning, director!  Azami: ‘Morning.  Izumi: Good morning, breakfast is ready. Omi-kun made it, though.  Kumon: It looks SO good~! Thanks, I’m digging in!  Azami: Thanks for the food.  Kumon: Oh, right. Today is the elective class day, isn’t it?  Azami: Ah… yeah, I guess.  Izumi: Elective lesson?  Kumon: There are several subjects and we can choose the one we’d like to receive something like a special class— Kumon: It’s different from the usual because all the grades will be combined!  Izumi: Heh, there are classes like that. What are the subjects?  Azami: There are various related to culture, art, and PE. You can do practical activities too. Izumi: I see~.  Izumi: Since all the grades are combined, does that mean you two can take the same class?  Kumon: What! You’re SO right! I didn’t think about that!  Azami: That’s true…  Kumon: Hey, so which class are you choosing, Azami?  Azami: …That’s a secret.  Kumon: Eh~! Why?!  Azami: It won’t be fun if I just tell you. …Thanks, I finished.  Kumon: What, already? You eat so fast!  Azami: That’s because you’ve been talking all the time. Besides, we’ll be late if we don’t go out soon.  Kumon: You’re right. It’s so late!  Kumon: Munch, munch… Thanks, it was all good! Then, we’re going out!  Azami: We’re leaving.  Izumi: Have a nice day. Be careful! 

Teacher: The elective class will be next. Each student has to go immediately to the designated classroom.    Student A: Where was mine?  Student B: Let’s check the paper!  Azami: (My lesson is… in the multipurpose room?) Azami: (I haven’t gone there that often… but I’m almost sure it’s under the stairs.)

Azami: (I’m here, but… there aren’t many people. That will make it easier—.)  Kumon: —HUH?! Is you, Azami?!

A Contemporary Hikaru Genji / 2

Azami: …Huh?  Kumon: Eh! No way, you’re in this class?! I’m in this class too! That’s crazy!  Azami: Hey… lower your voice. Everyone is quiet,  Kumon: Ahaha, sorry! I got too excited.  Azami: Anyways, why are you here, Kumon?  Kumon: What do you mean by why? I chose traditional musical instrument practice as my elective class!  Azami: Really…? That’s so unexpected.  Kumon: Originally, I wanted to choose another class, but they rejected me after reaching their max.  Kumon: And since there weren’t many here, I decided to come and try traditional musical instruments. I didn’t know we would be together!  Azami: Sigh…  Kumon: But, why did you choose the musical instrument practice, Azami? Azami: Ah… for nothing in particular.  Kumon: Uh-huh~? 

Kumon: …And, and, Azami and I ended up in the same elective class!  Azami: It freaked me out to see him in the classroom.  Izumi: Ahaha, I can imagine that happening.   Izumi: How was the class?  Kumon: The instructor taught us how to play the koto. Azami got praised a LOT~.  Azami: I wasn’t the only one who got praised, though.  Izumi: The koto, huh…?  Izumi: (Hm? That’s like—)  Citron: Could it be that you are interested in traditional musical instruments?!  Kumon: Woah, Citron-san?!  Azami: Where did you come from? Citron: My Citron sense was tingling, so I came!  Kumon: Your sense?! That’s so cool!  Izumi: Eeh… what happens with the traditional musical instruments?  Citron: A madam from the shopping district invited me to a traditional musical instrument lesson.  Citron: I was sad because I won’t be able to go that day when I heard you all talking about the koto.  Citron: If you’re interested, I’d like you to go in my stead!  Kumon: Eh! I want to go!  Citron: Ooh! That’s Kumon for you!  Kumon: The director and Azami will go too, right?!  Azami: …I don’t see why not.  Izumi: I’m okay with that too.  Citron: Thank you! I’ll tell the madam about it. 

A Contemporary Hikaru Genji / 3

Izumi: This feels unexpectedly prestigious. It gives an authentic vibe.  Azami: Yeah… completely different from the high school class.  Kumon: I’m getting a bit nervous!  Instructor: Greetings, everyone! Are you Citron’s friends? Hello and welcome~!!  Azami: … Izumi: (I thought the koto instructor would be quiet and graceful, so her energy surprised me…) Kumon: Great, this will be fun~! As expected of Citron-san’s acquaintance!  Azami: Her passion is impressive…  Instructor: Now tell me, have you put your hands on a koto before?  Kumon: Azami and I have played for a little in one of our high school classes.  Instructor: Oh, is that true? I’m so happy to hear that.  Azami: We can’t play it quite well, though.  Izumi: Ah, I don’t have experience with it.  Instructor: It’s okay if you don’t have any. I’m glad you’ve come.  Instructor: The koto is a relatively easy-to-learn musical instrument for beginners. I’m sure you’ll have a great time playing it!  Izumi: I see… I feel more confident now!  Instructor: Then, let’s start right away! 

Izumi: (Eeh, is it like this…?)  Izumi: ♪~   Izumi: Ah, it made a sound!  Instructor: Indeed, my dear. You can use only your thumb for now. Be sure to pluck them from the front to the back—.  Kumon: ♪~  Instructor: What a lovely sound! I wouldn’t expect less from an experienced one!  Kumon: Hehe, thanks!  Azami: ♪~... ♪~ … Instructor: Well… Very well… That’s…! There’s an ephemeral feeling in his melody—.  Instructor: It’s like you were a contemporary Hikaru Genji!  Azami: —  Kumon: Hikaru Genji from “The Tale of Genji”? Instructor: Yes. The radiant master could play any musical instrument wonderfully.  Instructor: Since it’s a story from the Heian Period, there are traditional musical instruments in it… And the koto is one of them.  Kumon: So that’s the thing! Did you know that, Azami?!  Azami: …Yeah.  Izumi: …In the end, Azami-kun chose traditional musical instruments as his elective class because of their relationship with Hikaru Genji.  Kumon: Wait, really?!  Azami: …Is there a problem with that?  Izumi: Of course not. It’s a great opportunity to learn more about him. 

Choice 1: It suits you well. 

Izumi: Besides, the koto seems to go well with you, Azami-kun.  Kumon: Exactly! You know, it gives off… a nostalgic aura!  Azami: You just wanted to say that, didn’t you?  Kumon: Ahaha, you got me! 

Choice 2: Were you interested in the koto? 

Izumi: Did you get interested in the koto after your role as Hikaru Genji? Azami: …Something like that.  Azami: I mostly listen to hip-hop, which is completely different from traditional musical instruments. But it’s not that bad to listen to it sometimes.  Azami: I don’t think I’d have played traditional musical instruments if it wasn’t because of acting.   Azami: Things like that broaden my horizons… and make me think that acting is great.  Izumi: …Fufu, I see. 

Instructor: But seriously, his aura is quite wonderful.  Izumi: Azami-kun played Hikaru Genji until not long ago.  Instructor: So that’s the reason! How marvelous!  Instructor: The three are so good at this that I want to teach you more and more things!   Instructor: Then, let’s keep going! Follow my lead~!!  Kumon: Yes, ma’am! Please continue!  Izumi: Why does this feel like sports encouragement?!  Azami: And suddenly we get the spartan training…

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I'm very sorry if I messed up the line that explains the next step to play the koto. Musical instruments are not my strong suit, so I appreciate any feedback about it.

[esmeraydreams]

I want to announce to everyone; friends, family, followers, and strangers that I will be remodeling everything. I made this account on a whim see a bunch of post in many fandoms. It was only later when I started to post art that’s not even good anymore. I wanted to wipe almost all of it and make a clean slate for my art and my identity. I wanted to make it clear that this is all my choice and it’s for myself.

When I started to open up to people on the internet I was finding myself. I was 18 and in college when I started to come out of my shell on wattpad, where I met my first friends who became family to me and stuck around through thick and thin. I had a lot of dark moments and had a toxic friendship that ruined my confidence in my ideas and creativity. It might’ve been the worst years of my life because I trusted someone so easily. I was really naive and believed I wasn’t good enough. I had a couple of other toxic friendships that just gave me a lot is stress that I had to cut them out of my life. Then there was a year when I had no motivation to draw anything because a discord server I was in made me believe I wasn’t good enough.

I have gotten back to drawing but hadn’t shared any of them mainly because I forgot and I was busy with work. But after finding myself I wanted to get back to sharing my art here with the new me. While I had “abandoned” tumblr I was working on bettering my character design, art style, and story telling. Back then I was just absorbing ideas from other artists that would sometimes clash and turn into a jumble mess. And looking back it didn’t look good.

As for myself I wanted to express myself better when I was happier and safer. On top of finding what I like there was also another issue regarding my old sona “Dovey”. Back when I first design it I was just playing around with a old Tokyo Mew Mew character design flash game on deviant, I don’t think it’s around anymore since flash games have gone extinct. But I was messing around and thought it looked good as a base, this was back when I was in high school and didn’t have any friends to get feedback on. Then I saw playthrough of Until Dawn and thought it would be cool if my sona was a [redacted] since I am part Native American. But then years later I was told it was offensive and I couldn’t keep it anymore. I was upset at first because it my sona for years, but I was able to come up with a new sona for myself and worked on it.

Then some personal things happen that lead to me moving to another state. After settling in it gave me the idea to start over here and make a fresh start. I really needed this to separate from my past when I didn’t had a chance to express myself or be a individual. When I was afraid that no one will like my ideas or believe my art wasn’t good enough. My confidence still isn’t great but I am working on it.

So now with a new face, name, and fresh new ideas this account will be under construction. I can’t say for sure when it will be finished with me having to work but this is what I want for my account.

What am I hoping to post?

My art such as character designs and hopefully comics. I am in the Zoophobia fandom but I have concept ideas for a original series. I don’t want to share too much but my original series is going to be wholesome.

That’s all I have for today and I hope you’ll be looking forward to the remodeling.

[intricatefantasy]

March 8, 2023

The 8th of March has always been a significant date to me because it’s my mother’s birthday. When Tim told me months ago that he was getting us concert tickets for a show on March 8th, my response immediately was that it was my mom’s birthday. Luckily, I scheduled around it by having taken my mom to a birthday brunch this past Saturday, and it turns out, my dad took her on a surprise trip for her birthday anyway. 

I had slept at Tim’s on Tuesday night since we were planning on leaving to Berkeley right after I finished work on Wednesday. I wanted to sleep at his place after the concert again because of the convenience of it post late night transit back to the city. I just didn’t want to lug my things into work, so bringing all my things over Tuesday night helped work our way around that. 

He picked me up after work, and then we went to Philz coffee so I could caffeinate once more ahead of a night out. We took Bart to Downtown Berkeley, and took a walk around the UC campus to enjoy our last bit of sunlight for the next seven days. Northern California is undergoing another atmospheric river this weekend, and it’s projected to rain for a week straight. Both Tim and I are the happiest when we get to be outdoors, so we tried to make the most of the sunshine that greeted us in the East Bay. 

I did have a bit of a temper and was grumpy for a moment in our walk, only to realize later it’s because I was HANGRY. My mood quickly shifted once our food was served at the restaurant we ate in after the walk. We had dinner at a place next to the venue of the concert we were going to watch. The place was called Imm Thai Street Food. I ordered fried tofu, and a soup called Su Kho Thai, but without the noodles of course. Tim got the fried pumpkin and a bowl of tom kha tofu. It was absolutely delicious, and I wouldn’t mind eating there again if I happen to be in the area once more. 

When we finished dinner, it was around 6:30. The doors of the concert venue opened at 7PM, and neither of us like being that early to a concert. We wound up browsing Goodwill and Half Price Books, and then when we both were bored, we decided to just get in line at the venue. I hadn’t watched a concert at the UC Theatre yet, but Tim had a plan to get there early, secure a table, and hang there during the opening band before migrating to the floor when Ottoboke Beaver, the headliner, began their performance.

Gaile and Chris made the drive over from Petaluma and met us at the concert venue. It was a surprise when we mentioned the show to Chris, and he knew the artist and expressed so much excitement at the chance to see them with us. It’s so great that my best friend’s husband and my boyfriend get along really well - Gaile and I couldn’t have planned for this connection to be any more natural. Gaile & Chris wanted to stay seated throughout the concert, but Tim and I made it down to the floor for half of Ottoboke’s performance.

There’s no better way of observing a concert than being inside the crowd, joining the massive throng of bodies just pulsating to the music. And really - are you at a punk show if you aren’t screaming and jumping up and down? My favorite part of any concert is being able to just close my eyes, feel the sound radiate through my body, and lose myself in that perfect moment - lights flashing, body just giving in to the rhythm. It’s such a joy to bask in the art with the community of people who love the music just as much as you do. 

I ran into Nolan, Sarah, and Kai at the show as well. There’s always some kind of understanding when you see people you know at a concert of a smaller artist. It’s like this mutual acknowledgement of taste. Running into friends at shows just confirms my own bias that my friends are all pretty damn cool. 

It was an incredible show, and I left still buzzing. We hung around Berkeley for a half hour after the concert, just chatting with everyone. And as always on every fun night out, I didn’t take any pictures. Instead, just have this one photo outside of the UC Theatre that I remembered to snap as we were walking away after the concert.

We just took Bart back home after, but I was still buzzing from the concert, and even if we got back home around 11:15 PM, there was no way I was falling asleep. Tim and I sat up talking about our future goals and dreams, and what we envisioned for ourselves in the next couple of years. And after that... well, lets just say I am currently having the best sex of my life. What a way to end the night!

[youmissedone]

“You don’t have to say that,” murmured K-Mart. Carlos and Claire had taken her into their convoy a while ago, and they’d never made her feel that way, but she still felt infantilized by some of the other members. Carlos’ reputation for being a kind-hearted person wasn’t based on nothing, though, and she was grateful to him for checking in on her. “It’s nice of you to check on me, but you, Claire, and Alice have never made me feel that way.”

K-Mart nervously glanced around the desert they’d set up camp in. While her layered clothing might’ve protected her from the elements, it wouldn’t protect her from any infected. Thankfully, there hadn’t been many recent issues with infection, and the others seemed to be off doing their own thing. K-Mart absentmindedly twirled a strand of her straight blonde hair before turning her focus back to Carlos.

Carlos was the one who had found her in the titular Kmart. She was much younger then - the convoy had been in existence for years - and she barely knew how to hold a gun. She’d convinced herself that she was going to die when Carlos first found her. K-Mart’s little crush on Carlos hadn’t lasted for long, and she eventually came to view him as a father figure, but in any case, her hero worship of him never went away.

“Some of the other members of the convoy have, though. They don’t ever want to listen when I have an idea, or they just lump me in with the little kids,” she admitted with a sigh. “I just want to help out. I don’t feel like I’m carrying my weight as much as I could be. You and Claire do so much, and I’m just… there, ya know?”

K-Mart, ironically, appreciated her new life more than her old one. She’d always been interested in art, and photography and collaging were her specialties. It made her the target of bullying, and she’d never felt she quite fit in with her rich, preppy, feminine classmates. Aside from that, she was bisexual, and fear of being outed kept her from truly connecting with her peers. This apocalypse was a chance to be reborn as K-Mart, and she wasn’t going to pass that up. It made her want to help as much as she could - not only had they saved her life, they’d given her a new one, and they’d helped take care of her after all her loved ones died or abandoned her.

“Anyway, I don’t really want to talk about this anymore. What’s up with you, Claire, and Alice? L.J. said you all are going on a date. I can kinda see it. You gotta tell me everything!”

{don’t worry about matching length - I got inspired, and I have so many headcanons for her, so yeah}

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{ Don’t worry about it! I’ve never had anyone write a K-mart muse with Carlos before, so this is really cool! =D }

“Well, that’s good, but if you still feel that way, even if we’re not the problem, I’m still willing to listen if you need someone to talk to,” Carlos offered. Unlike some people, his social battery for people downloading their problems onto him never seemed to deplete. It was something he didn’t mind doing, and even liked to do… helping people get things off their chests or giving them a sympathetic ear that would help them to feel heard.

He noticed her looking around and smiled a little. “It’s alright. We’re good. Perimeter’s already up. If anything comes our way, we’ll know about it,” he said, trying to reassure her, though he fully understood K-mart’s paranoia. One really couldn’t survive in this world anymore such as it was without a hefty amount of paranoia.

Carlos listened as she spoke, not looking to interrupt her. If she didn’t feel like she was being listened to, the worst thing he could do was talk over her. When she’d finished, he nodded, taking in all that she’d said. “Well… you don’t have to pull your weight. We don’t ask that of anyone. Some can’t, some don’t want to… everyone does what they can. Those of us who can do more and want to, we do. Most want to help in some way, but those who want to just hang back, that’s fine too. So don’t feel like you have to do over and above what you are now, or that anyone is judging you. We’re all just trying to survive, however that works best for each of us.”

He shifted a little, thinking a bit more. “But if helping out more is something you want, why not discuss it with Claire? Only because she’s kindof the unspoken fearless leader of all of us,” he said, a big grin showing itself for a moment. If you want to do more, we can start training you on different weapons, teach you how to clear locations with us, show you more about the tech we use to monitor everything, get you more involved. Is that what you want?” he asked, trying to gauge whether this was a real desire or just her voicing some guilt she was feeling.

As K-mart changed the subject to Carlos’ dating life, the grin returned and he chuckled. “Eh… L.J. likes to talk,” he said with a dismissive shrug. “We’re in the middle of the desert, where’re we going to go on a date? Our current situation of daily survival doesn’t really lend itself well to romance, anyway. And besides… Alice and I… we ended a long time ago.” There was a little hint of sadness in his tone that he did his best to hide. “She prefers to be alone. I don’t think she’s even going to stay with us for very long. And uh… I’m not sure Claire is very big on sharing…” 

Things had been admittedly weird for him since Alice’s return. The tension was clear, both good and bad, but although he still loved her, she seemed to really be against the idea of reconnecting fully. He had to simply accept that, just as he’d accepted her leaving five years prior without saying goodbye. And Claire… She was someone Carlos could definitely get involved with, but he’d never thought she felt the same. So their dynamic settled on friendship and a great working relationship, until Alice came and Claire seemed to get a bit… jealous? It honestly had surprised him. He’d never seen her get like that before. But the three of them getting together? Nah. In my dreams.

“What about you? Anything new on your romantic radar, as long as we’re prying into each other’s personal business?” Carlos tossed back, but he wasn’t upset at her for it. Playful, maybe, but that was just his usual casual demeanor that he often had. 

[the-blind-assassin-12]

Aphelion - 9

Pairing: Oberyn Martell x Female Reader, Oberyn Martell x Ellaria Sand

*Please be sure to consider all chapter warnings before reading! Warnings will be updated for each chapter in individual posts as well as on the Masterlist.

Warnings: language, nudity, smut, weapons, vampires and other such supernatural things

Word Count: 12,185

Summary: New faces, new places and new information give you - and Oberyn - a lot (more) to think about. Meeting some of Ellaria’s other Children is an eye opener in many ways. But when you also meet someone else, you start to see the bigger picture unfold. 

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He hovered over you, staring down and supporting himself on one elbow, but after assuring you that he was glad he hadn’t listened to Ellaria’s coaxing, Oberyn stayed silent. 

What is he waiting for? The hand he’d had on your side was resting on your shoulder, though his touch was so light that you could barely feel it. “Oberyn?” You broke the silence first, not even a little upset at the way your voice wavered. “I’m not going to break. You can touch m -”

“Unfortunately for me,” he finally spoke, one brow arching. “If I were to touch you the way I want to right now, there is a very good chance you would get injured.” Oh. “But.” He swallowed, the pressure from his hand increasing as he shifted some of his weight. “Fortunately for the both of us, I have mastered the art of self control.” 

“What would mortal Oberyn Martell think of that?” You raised one hand, letting your fingertips trail over his lower back, skating over the space where the injury would have been and finding only smooth skin. “From what I’ve read, he would have been disappointed that you were denying yourself even the tiniest bit of pleasure.” He hummed, lowering his face toward yours and nudged the side of your nose with his, before letting his lips travel over your cheek and toward your ear. 

“You deserve better than this place, this room - this bed.” He spoke without lifting his mouth, the man’s breath hot on your still cooling skin. “And when it is time, I will make sure that you have better.” He took your earlobe between his teeth again, the sudden pressure causing you to gasp and bring your other hand up to join the first at his waist.  “But until then…” He released your ear and then followed the curve of your jaw down until his mouth was hovering over the place that he’d marked you. “There are plenty of other ways to keep ourselves occupied that are almost as enjoyable.” 

He closed the distance immediately upon finishing his sentence, Oberyn’s lips making contact with the spot on your neck that seemed to tingle whenever he was near. The moment they did, you cried out, your fingers digging into his skin and pulling his hips down to meet yours. 

But he didn’t just rest his lips there - he kissed your neck, the tip of his tongue wetting the skin before his mouth dragged over it, followed by a gentle suction as his full lips latched on. Your eyes closed, mouth falling open, and you knew without a doubt that even if that was as far as things ever went with him, no other man would ever compare to the way Oberyn’s touch made you feel. 

He released the marked patch of skin and continued toward the center of your throat, sliding the hand on your shoulder beneath the back of your head to tilt it, pulling the skin he was kissing taut. It was impossible to stay quiet at the feeling and so you didn’t even try, small sighs and whimpers escaping you as he explored your body with his mouth. That feels… incredible. 

It wasn’t fair - the brevity of the time you’d have with him. Even if he was able to complete his mission and exact revenge - even if he chose to stick around with you for a number of years until you were too old to satisfy his need for companionship anymore - it would be unfair. But he never said he was even considering that. Your hips rose from the mattress of their own volition and you could feel him through the material of his sweats - the only clothing he still wore - firm against your abdomen, Oberyn doing nothing to hide his body’s reaction to yours. But he’s here now and so am I, so… 

It emboldened you, both hands moving lower and sliding over the waistband of his pants, settling over the flexing muscles beneath them. His mouth was on your chest, but it wasn’t only his lips that you could feel - his neatly trimmed beard dragged along your skin, too, the softness of it sending a shiver through your entire body that you knew the man felt. “Your heart is racing.” He murmured the words, lifting his head briefly. “How long has it been since -” “Too long.” Never. You forced the words out, willing your eyes to open so that you could look into his. “Too long, Oberyn.” And never like this. The man’s lips twitched and then he returned to what he’d been doing, your eyes following his movement for a few seconds before they closed again, a satisfied sigh tumbling from your lips. 

As he moved lower, you brought your hands up, running them both along the expanse of his back, nails dragging against it. Oberyn didn’t seem to mind at all, and you felt him growl against you, his head turning to one side as he bit down again - that time on the side of one breast. He wasn’t trying to pierce your skin, but even if he had been, you wouldn’t have stopped him. He’d fix it. You were certain of it, especially after he’d made it a point to tell you that he was only able to heal the wounds he caused. I wonder how often he … Taking a deep breath in as Oberyn’s mouth closed around a nipple, you sighed out his name as your thoughts scattered. 

He was slow as he explored, lips replacing his tongue on one side of your chest as he swiped a thumb over the swell of the other. When he switched sides he did it so smoothly you barely realized that he’d removed the hand from beneath your head until both of them were on you. Oberyn was balancing on his knees between your legs, and you finally gave in to the urge to run your fingers through his hair, one hand gripping his shoulder while the fingers of the other tangled in the soft, slightly shaggy locks. 

Despite the worries you’d had only hours earlier about Ellaria and overstepping on her territory, she was far from your mind as Oberyn continued to make his way down your body, tongue dragging along your skin so slowly that it was almost as though he wasn’t moving at all. But he is. Nosing along your abdomen, you felt his lips moving as he spoke into your skin. You couldn’t hear what he was saying, though, until he groaned out your name and told you to look at him. 

You realized then that both of your hands were near his face - one in his hair and the other slipping down to cup his cheek as the two of you locked eyes. “Is this what you want?” He’s seriously asking me that right now? His chin rested against your stomach, the man’s thumbs circling slowly over your hips while he waited for your answer. “You do not owe me the -” “If you stop right now, Oberyn? I’ll never speak to you again.” You hadn’t realized that you were panting until you had to force the words out, but even though they sounded pathetic as you heard yourself say them, he only grinned at you, closing his eyes as he tightened his hold on your hips. “I mean, unless you really want to stop, then I can’t -”

“I do not want to.” One side of his mouth twitched, his expression settling into something searing. Oberyn’s lips parted enough to slide the tip of his tongue through the opening as he licked them. “Do you trust me?”  

“Of course.” You frowned slightly. If I trusted you while you were out of it, why wouldn’t I trust you now? “With my life, Oberyn.” That seemed to be the answer he was looking for. With a wink, he tilted his head down again and returned his mouth to your skin, lips finding the sensitive place just beneath your belly button as he moved backwards on the mattress, the motion smooth enough that the mattress barely shifted. 

Oberyn’s hands continued to stroke over your skin, his wide palms skimming over the tops of your thighs as he pushed your legs further apart. You felt the drag of his teeth over your abdomen and then, almost immediately after, the tip of one finger moved slowly down the crease of your leg, his knuckle making contact with your center for the first time and causing your hips to jerk forward. He kept you in place though, tracing a pattern along the place where your leg met your body, your mind struggling to keep up as you attempted to focus on everything he was doing. Who could possibly do that though?

Without warning, he pushed a single finger into you and you cried out at the sensation, the muscles in your legs tightening in response. But when Oberyn murmured for you to relax, you did so almost immediately, like his request was a command that you couldn’t ignore instead of a suggestion. He began to move his hand, withdrawing his finger only to add a second, and you tilted your head down, opening your eyes. I want to see what… But the thought was rendered incomplete when you saw the position he was in - his cheek resting on one thigh as he stared at the movement of his hand. 

It was lewd - the way he was focused on how his fingers looked as they disappeared into you, but you didn’t care, eyes squeezed shut again as your head hit the pillow. He’d never touched you before and was still learning your body, but it didn’t matter; Oberyn’s skill was undeniable, and you were reaping the benefit of it. 

His fingers stilled and you opened your eyes, ready to ask him what was wrong, but then you felt his mouth on the inside of your leg, the flat of his tongue replacing his cheek, and you nearly moaned at the way it felt. But he’s still not moving his hand. He’s just… waiting. There was no way to predict what would happen next, and so when you felt the man press a kiss to the meat of your inner thigh, you sucked in a quick breath that stuck in your throat when you understood what his next move was. He’s going to… 

Without pause, Oberyn sunk his teeth into your leg, the pinch of pain coinciding with another flex of his wrist, the fluid stroke of his fingers resuming. Oh, fuck. Oh fuck. Instead of touching him, your hands fisted the blankets you were laying on, a series of breathy sighs the only sounds you could manage. He drank slowly from you - not because he was thirsty, but because he was enjoying it, and you continued to grip the blankets, eyes on the ceiling. 

It was too much - the way his mouth felt as he latched onto the thin skin of your leg, the gentle press of his tongue in the space between his teeth, the motion of his fingers inside of you - and you knew that it wouldn’t take long for him to pull you to the point of no return, the combination of Oberyn’s touch and the way he was tasting you more than enough. He hummed against your leg, fingers twisting inside of you, and the feeling from the first time he’d fed came back - a contentment that relaxed your entire body, the tingling sensation strong, centered in the lowest part of your stomach. 

It wasn’t a race to the finish for you, and it didn’t hit you suddenly, but when you came - your muscles clenching around Oberyn’s fingers - you groaned, whispering his name and let yourself sink, your entire body relaxing, even as he withdrew his fingers and replaced them on your opposite leg. You felt him close the wound - the pressure relieved, followed by a few passes of his tongue, and then Oberyn was making his way back up your body, pressing kisses to the few parts of you he’d neglected before. 

“What was that?” You could barely open your eyes to look at him, even when he settled down next to you. Burying his face in the crook of your neck as he extended one arm over your chest, his hand settled against your opposite shoulder. “And do you want me to -” He pulled away, keeping his voice low.

“I wanted to know what you taste like.” But you already… You opened your eyes at that, finding his head on the pillow next to yours, the man watching you intently. “The body’s reaction to sex is an incredibly complex thing.” He spoke quietly and you brought a hand up to settle it against his arm, fingers laying on his bicep. “And I wanted to know what your blood does when you come.” He smirked, moving closer, and Oberyn hooked a knee over your leg, pressing his body against your side. “I cannot wait to have the real thing.” 

“But your hand, Oberyn, your fingers. You could have -” 

“I could have. I wanted to. But there is plenty of time for that.” He closed his eyes. “Once I taste you that way?” They opened, meeting yours with no hesitation. “There will be no stopping me.” It took you a minute but when you understood what he was saying, it made your heart skip. He trusts himself more with my blood than he does with my body right now. “You will not want to hear this, but I want to be honest with you.” 

“OK.” You didn’t know exactly what he was going to tell you, but it didn’t matter. “Be honest then.” 

“Ellaria’s blood - and her strength - are consuming me right now.” His hand moved from your shoulder to your cheek, fingertips grazing the fullest part of it. “As much as I would have liked to be with you tonight?” He said your name, the sound of it almost reverent. “I do not know that I could have been gentle enough.” Oh. “And I made you a promise.” He needs to fuck her. He needs to get it out of his system and he can’t hurt her the same way he could hurt me. It makes sense, but … Breaking eye contact, you returned your gaze to the ceiling. 

It stung even though you knew that it shouldn’t have. It wasn’t the fact that he’d just told you that he and Ellaria would be going to bed together at some point in the near future - likely in the apartment that you were currently in. In some part of your brain, you knew that it was going to happen. What stung was the realization that even when he was back in complete control, there would always be a risk with him. I’ll always be weaker. More fragile.  “Oberyn?” You inhaled, holding your breath for long moments, and then continued. “You said you preferred the company of humans, so is it just because of what happened to me that you’re … hesitant tonight, or is it something else?” 

“Something else.” He used the hand attached to the arm slung over your chest to turn your chin toward him, ensuring that you were looking directly into his eyes, his fingertips moving up and skating over your cheek. “I am more Ellaria Sand than I am myself right now. The amount of blood I took from her was excessive, and that means that until my body has had time to process it, I will…” He closed his eyes. “I do not know my own strength, or what I am capable of.” So he’s really worried he’s going to hurt me. “It has been… many years since I have been unsure of myself, and I will not risk your safety until I am in control of my actions.” 

“So wait…” You turned the upper half of your body toward him, too, raising your hand to card your fingers through his hair again. “You said that when someone wakes up, they’re hungry and vulnerable. Violent. Is that -” 

“Do I appear violent to you now?” He smiled, inching closer on the pillow and trailing his lips over your nose and cheek. “Are you afraid?”

“No. Not at all.” Licking your lips, you closed your eyes and let him continue, enjoying the way his movements felt. “But you must have been hungry, at least.” He laughed, the quiet sound going straight into your ear, your fingers tightening in his hair. 

“I was very hungry, but Ellaria brought blood.” He kissed you on the mouth and then pulled back, resting his head on the pillow. “Throughout the years, we’ve worked to create things that benefit our kind in times of need. Bagged enhanced blood. New weapons. The ability to move in the daylight. A -”

“Supplements for the people you drink from.” His eyes widened in surprise, but Oberyn nodded. “Ellaria gave me some of those, too. She made me eat real food and take those, and then opened her wrist for me.” Shivering, you closed your eyes. “Oberyn, I won’t ever be able to repay her for this. She saved my life and -”

“You don’t need to repay her.” He said your name again, clearing his throat. “That’s not what this is about.” He went quiet, the two of you staring at each other for long moments. “It hurts me to deny you anything.” He frowned, his hand sliding down to your neck, where his fingers curled slightly. “But it would hurt more t-”

“You don’t owe me an explanation.” It was your turn to kiss him, your lips seeking his and lingering. “As much as I’d like…” No, you know what? “As much as I look forward to being with you like that, Oberyn? I can wait until you’re a little more in control.” And I mean it. His words made sense, and even with Ellaria’s blood in your system, you knew it wouldn’t be enough to mend broken bones or worse. “But it’s a good sign that you were able to bite me and not take that further, right? You barely took any blood, just -”

“It is.” He seemed surprised that you’d pivoted so quickly, but Oberyn’s agreement was almost instantaneous. “I didn’t even think of that.” What? Stilling at his words, you waited. “No, I mean I didn’t even think of drinking more deeply. I just needed a taste to go with the view, and…” You groaned, turning your head toward the pillow and closing your eyes. “It was quite an enjoyable view.” 

“Oberyn.” You groaned his name out, but you had to admit that the way he’d looked at you - up close and personal - had been a turn on, even in the brief moments you’d managed to keep your eyes open. Even though he’s probably looked at thousands of people like that, it… he was looking at me, too. “On that note, I think I should get dressed. I’m hungry again, and I’m sure Ellaria will be back soon.” He agreed with you, but before you could move away from him and find clothes, he was on top of you again. 

He didn’t hover that time, instead letting his weight rest atop your body as he lowered his head toward yours, Oberyn wasting no time as he kissed you. It was easy for you to get lost in it, his lips parting so that his tongue met yours as he dragged his hips against you. He’s still… shit, I didn’t even realize… 

He was still hard beneath the pants he wore, and at the contact with your body,  the man moaned, the movement of his hips quickening. You were surprised that you couldn’t taste even a faint remnant of blood on his tongue, but as soon as you had the thought, you pushed it to the side, instead focusing only on the way he was kissing you - hard and slow, his hands pushing beneath your body a few moments later to flip the two of you over. 

You gasped from above him as he laid on his back, finally separating to breathe as you stared down at him. “Are you sure that you don’t want me to -”

“Oh, I want you to. Very much.” Raising a brow, Oberyn blinked slowly. “More than I can even explain, in fact.” You braced your hands on his shoulders, Oberyn’s arms locked around your lower back. “Soon.” Lifting his head from the pillow, he kissed you briefly and then let go, a lazy smile on his face. “You should get dressed. It would be good for me to eat again, too.” 

From anyone else, it would have seemed dismissive, but you knew that Oberyn wasn’t trying to do that. Not with me. “Last thing I want to do is keep you from a meal, Prince Oberyn.” Climbing off of him, you bent down to grab the towel and covered yourself with it before glancing back over your shoulder. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight of him lounging in your bed with one leg bent, the position doing nothing to hide his tented pants, and an arm casually hooked behind his head as he stared at you. I can’t let myself get used to this. 

But as you stood in front of the dresser, trying to decide which of the clothes to wear, you wondered if maybe - at least for a little while - you could. 

The sun was just beginning to set when Oberyn straightened up, his eyes moving from the playing cards scattered on the coffee table toward the door. “She’s back.” Your fingers tightened on the  cards you held but you nodded in response, eyes flicking up to his face. “And … she brought a friend.” A friend? It took you a minute but you realized that it must have been Tyene, which meant that you were about to meet another important woman from Oberyn’s past - and another of Ellaria’s Children. “Be wary.”

“What?” Flipping the cards over, you set them on the table and then took a long breath.”Of -” “She’s no danger to you, but Tyene can be …” He shrugged. “You’ll see.” Great. “You -” He was interrupted by a single knock on the door and then it opened, Ellaria striding in with a few shopping bags over one arm. She was followed by a wheeled cart pushed by a much smaller person. The cart contained a large crate, the weight easily moved by the woman, her covered head bowed. “Ellaria.” He set his cards down and stood, rounding the table toward the women. “Tyene. It has been too long.” 

You pushed to your feet, too, but when you attempted to step next to him, Oberyn’s arm shot out, preventing it. Why? He slowly moved it backward and you realized that he meant for you to stand behind him, the man’s body acting as a buffer between you and the two women. But he marked me, they can’t -

“It smells like sex in here.” Tyene finally spoke as she shut the door behind her, one hand rising to push the hood from her head. “You could have opened a window or -”

“Tyene.” Ellaria’s tone was sharp, though it ended with a slight sigh as she set the bags down onto the dining room table. “Where are your manners?” Gesturing toward where you and Oberyn stood, she raised one eyebrow and met your eyes over his shoulder. You saw in them that she was amused, the other woman’s declaration obviously something that she agreed with. But she really doesn’t look mad. She looks … excited. “You look better. Both of you.” 

“I took a shower.” It came out quieter than you would have liked, but at the sound of your voice, Oberyn’s arm dropped, his posture relaxing slightly. “And I ate again. So -” 

“We both ate.” Oberyn said her name, Tyene’s attention finally moving to him and settling for a few seconds before moving to you, her dark eyes full of something that it took you a few moments to identify. She’s amused. She’s fucking with us. Well, with me. “I figured you would do the same while you were out.” 

“I did.” Ellaria closed the distance between herself and Oberyn, reaching out to take his face between her hands. “You do not have to protect her from Tyene, my Prince. There is no need to.” She leaned in, pressing her lips to his and then turned her gaze to you, searching your face for something. “Did he tell you everything?” 

“He told me enough.” It was easier to speak to her the more you did it, the initial fear you’d felt upon seeing the woman clearly for the first time disappearing as you began to accept your newfound place in their circle. “I understand now.” That seemed to be what she needed to hear, the woman releasing Oberyn and stepping back to stand next to Tyene. 

You took a few seconds to admire the sight - both women beautiful and impeccably dressed, their tanned skin smooth and nearly glowing, even in the artificial light of the apartment. They could have passed as mother and daughter, and as you thought about it, you realized that that meant that Tyene could have passed as Oberyn’s daughter, too. A family. They look like they could be a family. 

Both were wearing clothing that looked absolutely in place for the Los Angeles autumn weather - Ellaria’s casual elegance offset by Tyene’s sophisticated streetwear, and you wondered what Oberyn looked like when he was dressed down. I’ve only really seen him at the bar and dressed like … himself. It made you realize how little you knew about his day to day life and the person he truly was, and how much you wanted to know more. I want to know everything. 

“Are you done staring?” Tyene’s arms were crossed over her chest, head tilted to one side. “If they called me rude, then -”

“Cut her some slack, little snake.” Oberyn murmured the words, one of his arms winding around you as he pulled you closer. “Her world has just been turned on its head. Five days ago, she did not know that such things as us actually existed.” Ellaria nodded once, her eyes on the two of you. “She is allowed to stare.” 

Tyene was still staring back at you, taking you in an inch at a time, but when she reached your throat, her eyes widened and then rose to Oberyn’s face. She saw the mark. “Oberyn, you -” There was no more sarcasm in her tone. Instead it was filled with shock, her eyes widening. “But you haven’t… not in…” He let you go then, stepping toward her and you were surprised to see her move instantly, throwing her arms around him and burying her head against his chest. 

They stood like that for a long time, the man speaking too quietly for you to understand as he rocked back and forth, and you were again struck by how similar they looked to one another. “Come into the other room with me.” Ellaria spoke to you, gesturing to the bedroom that Oberyn had slept in, and you headed for the hallway ahead of her, stopping just inside the doorway and turning back to watch as she closed it behind her. “Of all of my Children, Tyene and her sisters are the most challenging.” She raised an eyebrow and then lifted one hand, moving her hair away from her face. “They are fiercely protective of me, of course, but also of Oberyn.” 

“Sisters? Does that mean -” She shook her head no, her smile almost gentle. 

“They are just similar in age. Different in temperament, but very much alike in many other ways. They tend to stay together, and I cannot blame them because…” She paused, still watching you closely. “Having those that we care about close to us is always preferable to the alternative.” 

“She looks like she could be his daughter.” Pressing your lips together, you met Ellaria’s gaze without blinking. “Is that why you changed her? He said she was supposed to be an example of the complete process, that you wanted him to be a part of it. And he talked about his actual daughters with me, so -”

“That was one of the reasons, yes.” She stepped away from the door and toward you, reaching out to settle her hand on your shoulder. “He’d spent so many years wavering over whether or not it was the right time, or the right person or the right choice. I wanted to show him that it was possible for him to turn someone without … in his words, dooming them,.” She sighed, her tongue flicking out to wet her lips before she continued. “But at the last minute, he changed his mind. I can’t blame him for that, or be upset by his decision. Our first should be someone special. But I admit it was disappointing. I thought that if he were to choose between Tyene and the other woman, he would have picked the other woman.” But he didn’t. “He chose neither, and so I went through with Tyene’s transformation, because at that point, I knew that I loved her and wanted her to be a part of my family. For many years, Oberyn remained with the two of us, and it was like an actual family.” That must have meant so much to him.

“He said that when you… change someone, you’re responsible for them for as long as they live.” She nodded. “So even though he didn’t change her, he still felt that way?”

“He did. He still feels that way. And because of that, it is my hope that when he does finally choose to give this gift to someone, what comes after won’t be as much of a shock for him because he’s already seen it.” Her hand was still on your shoulder but it slid slowly down your arm until she could take your hand, squeezing it. “But that isn’t what I brought you in here to talk about.” It’s not? “I’m going to take Oberyn out tonight.” 

“Out?” She nodded. “Is it safe?” 

“It is. I wouldn’t risk it otherwise.” You knew that she was telling the truth because you knew that Ellaria wouldn’t put Oberyn into danger after what she’d done for him. Or ever. “But he needs live blood. And there are plenty of places around to get it.” 

“Am I staying here with Tyene, then?” Swallowing hard, you looked down. “I don’t want to inconvenience her, and -”

“She offered.” Ellaria said your name and you looked back up, her other hand rising to touch your face. “We are going to move from this safehouse in a day or so, though.  This one has been in use for too long, and it’s too small for five people to comfortably stay in.” Five? But who… That shocked you, but you had to admit that the idea of a new place to stay was welcome. And maybe it’ll have a fully stocked kitchen. 

“That’ll be nice, Ellaria. An extra bedroom means no one has to sleep on the couch.” And it means I won’t have to share a bed with Tyene. “Plus I’m sure that you and Oberyn are used to having a much larger bed than -”

“You assume he would sleep in the room with me and not you.” It was phrased as a statement though she gave you a questioning look. She dropped your hand and pulled her other one away from your face, shaking her head. “I thought you said you understood.” 

“Ellaria, he flat out told me that before he and I sleep together he needs to go to bed with you because -”

“Because he needs to get it out of his system.” She nodded. “I figured as much, especially with how much of my blood he took, but that doesn’t mean that he will stay with me before or afterwards.” The woman leaned in, her smile widening. “I have had the pleasure of knowing Oberyn for more than two thousand years, and in those years, I have never balked at the idea of sharing him with others, human or otherwise. You are no exception. But believe me when I say that it’s good that he’s thinking of your safety. He is already strong because of his age, but with my blood and how much he cares for you?” She kissed your cheek, the smile on her lips evident. “It would be hard for him to rein it in, even though he knows he would have to.” 

“He did say that you passed on your lust for life to him.” To your surprise, you were almost joking with her, Ellaria’s eyes filling with genuine amusement as she straightened up. “Does that include actual lust, too?”

“Oberyn Martell didn’t need any of that from me.” She makes a good point. She reached for your hand again, gesturing toward the door. “But that doesn’t mean that he didn’t get it. Now come on, let’s go and give him his present.” 

Oberyn had been sitting on the couch with Tyene, the two talking animatedly about someone named Nymeria, but when you and Ellaria reentered the room, Tyene immediately stood and moved to the unoccupied armchair, sinking into it gracefully. “Come, sit.” Oberyn tapped on the space next to him, brown eyes locked on yours.

“I’m going to get something to drink and then I will. Do you need anything?” It was a stupid question because you knew that he didn’t need any of the food or beverages in the apartment, but it was habit. And good manners. He shook his head no and you turned toward the kitchen, trying to decide what you wanted. 

“I actually brought you something else.” Ellaria cleared her throat. “I know that there’s coffee, but I also thought that you might want some actual caffeine. I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I brought a few options for you.” She pointed at the bags on the table. “They’re in there.” Oh, fuck yeah. Quickly stepping to the table, you reached into the first bag, fingers closing around a cold, slim can. A Red Bull. This is like Christmas. 

“Thank you, Ellaria.” You were grinning as you sat down on the couch next to Oberyn, the man’s arm automatically going around your shoulders as he pulled you closer. “Coffee’s great, but this is better.” Cracking open the can, the tart scent filled your nostrils. I wonder what it smells like to them. 

“Of course.” The three of you watched as she made her way back to the crate, easily lifting it and carrying it to the table you and Oberyn had been playing cards on, setting it down with a quiet thunk. “Oberyn, I told you that Tyene was delayed because she was trying to find something.” He nodded as she pointed at the crate. “She was able to get it.” He shifted next to you, leaning closer. “I will admit that I am a little surprised, because even I did not know where it was, but she…” Ellaria turned her head toward Tyene, her smile softening further. “She did well.”

“What is it?” You heard the change in his voice, Oberyn sounding hopeful and curious at the same time. “What could -” 

“Open it, Oberyn.” Tyene leaned forward, her hands hanging between her spread knees. “Getting it here was a fucking bitch and a half.” Even she looked and sounded excited, and you felt your heart rate quicken, too, knowing that the three of them were just as aware of the change in rhythm. He leaned over, pressing a kiss to your temple and then stood, bending forward and using his fingers to pry the lid off of the crate. When he set it down on the floor next to the table and saw what was inside, his eyes widened and his mouth fell open in something that looked like disbelief. 

“This is a joke.” His voice dropped lower, and you could feel the emotion in it. “Ellaria, Tyene, this…” He glanced up, fingers curled over the top edge of the wood. “I…” 

“It is no joke, my Prince.” Ellaria’s voice was quiet, too, and even though you didn’t want to, you tore your gaze away from Oberyn to look at her, the woman’s eyes shining as she stared at him. “Open it all the way.” He didn’t speak again, instead using both hands to break the crate down, discarding the pieces of wood next to the table to reveal a much smaller - and older box inside. The weathered surface was a deep red in color, and you shifted to get a better look, leaning so that you could see around Oberyn’s body. He paused before reaching in, his hands resting on the top of the box. You watched his shoulders sag as his head dropped down, lips moving though you couldn’t hear what he was saying. What the fuck is in this box? 

When he removed the lid, he did so gently, turning around to set it on the couch next to you, and despite the fact that you only looked for a second or two, you saw the sigil on the top - so much like the one on his ring, but still different. That’s the original Martell sigil. The one from… You gasped as you realized that whatever was in the box had likely belonged to Oberyn, and from the time when he - or at the very least, the Martells from his era - had been living. But what is it? “Ellaria, this… I haven’t…” You’d rarely heard him speak so hesitantly, words stilted, and you couldn’t help reaching for him, briefly encircling his elbow with one hand and squeezing before you let go. “I have not seen this in hundreds of years. I didn’t think that it still -” 

“You’d be surprised at how easy it is to get through museum security.” Tyene laughed, leaning forward. “And how much easier it is to replace the display pieces with the fakes in storage.” He smiled at that, reaching into the box with both hands, and when he lifted them back up, you couldn’t stop your gasp. That’s… I’ve seen that before, it … 

“Do you know what this is?” Oberyn twisted his body at the waist, holding a sleek helmet between his large palms. “I am sure that you -”

“That’s your helmet.” Shifting forward, you had to stop yourself from reaching for it, fingers curling in toward your palms. “Your royal armor helmet, and that means -” He nodded, setting it down onto the table as gently as you’d ever seen him do anything before he dipped his hands back into the box. And that means that it’s got to be his armor in there, otherwise… 

Your assumption was confirmed when Oberyn lifted the next piece item from the inside of the box; pauldrons stamped with a snakeskin print. It’s beautiful. He continued to remove the contents, taking a few moments to admire each of them before piling them on the couch next to him - a cuirass with the same scaled pattern, a long leather vest to go beneath that piece, stamped metallic vambraces, soft pants and an undershirt, leather boots that looked as though they’d reach to nearly his knees - and finally, a long leather belt complete with an attached scabbard. It’s all there. You covered your mouth with one hand, eyes wide. 

“I thought that if you were going to end this once and for all, Oberyn? That you should have your armor to do it.” Ellaria stepped forward, reaching out to take his chin between her fingertips. “We could not get you your sword on such short notice. It wasn’t with this armor set in the museum, but …” She wet her lips, head shaking back and forth a few times. “There is one more thing in that box, my love.” He kissed her palm and then she withdrew her hand, the man reaching back into the container and pulling out a piece of cloth in the same yellow color as his robe. “You will have to reassemble it, but …” He groaned quietly, sinking back onto the cushion next to you, the man placing his face into his hands. 

“Ellaria this is too much.” Peeking up, you saw that his eyes were shining. “It -”

“It’s not.” Tyene stood then, walking to the table and reaching into the box. “He caught you off guard once. And since you’re too damn stubborn to let any of us actually help you, next time, you need everything you’ve got.” She lifted a few long pieces of wood from the box and quickly screwed them together. There’s no way I’m seeing this right now. “And they might have cleaned this to ensure that anyone that handled it wouldn’t get poisoned, but …” She bent down again, pulling a spiked metal piece out and securing it to the bottom end of the wooden pole. “That’s easy enough to fix.” She grinned and the next thing she removed was a thick tassel, dark brown in color. Snake skin. That’s… “I’m not going to touch the blade, Oberyn. Because if I know you, you left it sharp, and two thousand years of careful museum upkeep won’t have changed that.” He chuckled at that, and when she tilted the tasseled end of the hilt toward him, Oberyn used both hands to lift a gleaming silver spear blade from the bottom of the box, carefully attaching it to the rest of the weapon with a few short twists. 

It was beautiful all in one piece; you could see the grain of the wood, the intricate detailing in the golden viper that was coiled around the bottom of the blade, the perfectly smooth edges of the pointed end of the spear. I want to see him hold it. I want to see it in his hand, and I … You got your wish, Oberyn standing and reaching to take it from Tyene, his fingers wrapping around the middle of the wooden portion. “It feels good to hold this again.” He flexed his fingers, lifting it to test the weight. “It feels…”

“You’ll need to practice with it, Oberyn. So that you’re ready when the time comes to use it.” Ellaria stepped closer again, settling one hand on his shoulder. “I already told her, but we’re going to move from this apartment to a different building… probably tomorrow.” He nodded. “There is roof access there.” 

“I don’t have my pendant, Ellaria. I can’t -”

“That’s what the moonlight is for, Oberyn.” She smiled again, that one sad, and then stepped away. “And speaking of moonlight, I think it’s time that you and I get going, don’t you?”

“Going? Where?” His grip tightened on the spear, though he frowned in confusion. “I don’t -”

“You need to drink from a live source. The bags only do so much.” She wet her lips. “You know I’m right, Oberyn. Your body is still healing, and that means the more you get now, the faster -” 

“Yeah.” He closed his eyes and then turned away from her, leaning the spear against the wall in the corner next to the balcony door. “That sounds good.” When he turned away from the wall and toward Tyene, you froze, unsure of what he was going to say next, but to your surprise, Ellaria stepped in, wrapping her arms around the other woman from behind. 

“She will be on her best behavior, Oberyn. I promise. The two of them are going to be good friends.” If you say so, Ellaria. You fidgeted on the couch, eyes moving between the three of them, but when Oberyn said your name, you didn’t hesitate to react, standing and crossing your arms over your chest as you waited for him to continue. 

“Ask Tyene about her sisters.” His lips twitched as he fought back a smile. “And the way they all wanted me to train them to fight. It’s a good story.” The younger woman laughed almost immediately, the sound trailing off as Ellaria swore at Oberyn, her eyes narrowed as she scowled at him, and all you could do was agree. They really are a family. 

The more you spoke to the woman, the more you liked Tyene. It wasn’t just the way her whole face seemed to light up when she talked about herself and her sisters training with Oberyn, or about the way that the three of them had grown to respect and trust each other in the few hundred years they’d all been together. It was also the way you could almost feel her love for both Ellaria and Oberyn, the way everything she said made you understand just how much she appreciated the gift she’d been given when Ellaria turned her. 

“I didn’t have a family before. I was the last one left alive, and when Ellaria and Oberyn found me, I was lost.” She laughed, taking a swig out of one of the bottles of water from the refrigerator. “Pissed and ready to fight, but lost. She was the mother I never had, and he … he is the perfect example of never forgetting the things that matter. It’s a good example to set.” It is. And he’d never forget them. Ever.

“How long after you met them were you changed?” You knew that it was a more personal question, but if she didn’t want to answer, she wouldn’t have. “It sounds like the three of you got along really well from the beginning.”

“We did.” Tyene was draped over the armchair, the balcony door behind it wide open and letting the night air stream in. “But they waited fifteen months, because they wanted to make sure that I made my choice as an adult.vThey stayed in my town that whole time, and even though Oberyn was splitting his time between the two of us and the woman he was with, I never felt… neglected, and neither did Ellaria.” 

“Wait, you don’t mean -”

“No, absolutely not.” She rolled her eyes. “That shit might have been happening with families like his when Ellaria turned him, but in all of the years I’ve known them, I’ve never had any interest in sleeping with either of them.” 

“I thought that all of …you looked at your Children and the ones that they’re close to like potential partners. And that makes no sense now that I’m saying it out loud, but -”

“A lot of us do, but not all of us.” She sat straight up, tilting her head to one side. “And Nym and Obara are the same. We… I love them both very much, but not like that.” It was an important distinction for you, because it meant that even a relationship between someone and their Child could be platonic - love without the sexual aspect, a connection between two beings that wasn’t just about the physical, but instead the emotional pull between them. “At first, I was disappointed that Oberyn didn’t want to turn me. I thought that his final denial after all that time was the end of it, and that I’d have to say goodbye.”

“Ellaria wouldn’t have let that happen. Not from what he told me.” You were curled up on the couch, eyes on her. “And seeing the three of you together like this is already a lot to handle. If Oberyn had been the one… I can’t even imagine how close you would be.”

“Well if he’d changed me, we probably would have been here together.” She closed her eyes. “I don’t know what he’s told you about what happens after we turn, but… the process is different for everyone. There are some cases where it can take a long time to adjust, and an even longer time to settle. Four hundred years isn’t that long at all for us, and it’s actually a little less than that for me.” He did say that he was with Ellaria for a long time, but … “Since I wasn’t her first, Ellaria was able to sort of … match me with more of her Children. She picked ones that could help me to make the transition easier. I was able to walk in the daylight again after only 75 years, which is a little longer than it took Oberyn, but not as long as Obara.” Almost a century in the darkness. 

“I didn’t realize that it could take that long.” You chewed on your lower lip briefly, averting your eyes. “I can’t imagine that.” It was the truth - you didn’t know how you’d react to losing the ability to go outside during the day, what the absence of the sunlight on your skin would make you feel. But it might be worth it. “That must have been hard.” 

“It was. It helps a lot that for us, time is … different. It doesn’t pass in the same way it does for humans.” She frowned. “The first thing I did, though? When Ellaria gave this to me for good?” She reached up to touch the necklace that she wore, her fingers caressing the deep blue stone in the center. “I booked a month long trip to fucking Rio and I spent every daylight hour laying on a chair without an umbrella. It was incredible.” I wonder what Oberyn did.

Instead of asking that, preferring to hear the answer from him, you posed a different question. “How does that work? Did she just… give you the necklace and then send you off? How does she know when you’re ready?” 

“Lots of tests and patience. It took a while for her to trust me. She traveled with me for a long time before she let me go by myself. Ellaria wanted to be there in case she needed to take it back, but I saw how happy Oberyn was in the sunlight, and I desperately wanted to be with them outside of the dark hours. Motivation is a lot of who we are, but it’s got to be for the right reason.” 

“Makes sense.” You looked down again, unsure of what else to say, but Tyene saved you.

“He marked you.” You nodded in agreement, forcing yourself to meet her eyes. “That’s big for him.” I know. “Maybe this will finally be the time he decides to -” “It won’t.” You reached up, fingertips finding the spot on your neck. “He explained to me why he couldn’t, Tyene. And that’s fine. I’m going to enjoy my time with him for however long it lasts. At least I know that he’ll have you and Ellaria and your sisters long after -”

“His explanation for not turning anyone is going to be bullshit once he does what he’s here to do.” She leaned closer to you, eyes bright. “Once he gets justice for his family, that won’t be what drives him anymore.” That was true - and something that you’d thought about briefly, but it didn’t mean anything. I can’t assume it does. “And you’ve helped him so much. You’ve only known him for a little while, and I can see that he already -” “I wouldn’t want him to turn me out of guilt or some sort of feeling of obligation.” Rubbing at your eyes, you tilted your head back. “I don’t even know that I’d want him to turn me at all. I haven’t thought about it.” Much. “That’s a commitment. I have a life. I have a job and friends and …” You laughed. “And if you’re telling me it can take 75 years to settle? Everyone I care about will be gone by then.”

“Not everyone.” She was smiling at you, her eyes on your neck. “If you don’t think he’d do it, and wanted to be like us, I could turn you. You wouldn’t be my first, but I haven’t created many.” Did she just offer to… is that possible? “No. Thank you, Tyene, but no.” Your eyes landed on the Martell crate and the spear leaning against the wall next to it. “Like I said, I’m just going to enjoy the time I have with him, even if it’s only until this whole thing with the Lannisters is over.” But I hope it’s a little longer. “I don’t want to be anyone’s responsibility, you know? And after he’s done with all this, Oberyn deserves some time to … relax. Not just jump right into -” 

“I spent a lot of time with Oberyn after Ellaria changed me. I saw what happened the last time he marked someone and then had to let them go.” She was frowning, her dark eyes sad. “I don’t want to see him like that again. He was … not Oberyn. For a long time.” I don’t know what that means, but … “The offer stands. If you decide that you want to become like us, I can and will change you. 

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You knew, though, that you wouldn’t be taking her up on it - and you had a feeling that she knew the same. If he didn’t change me, and I was still around, he’d hate that reminder. “I don’t want to do this to you, but I think I need to go lay down. I know that all I’ve done the last few days is sleep, but…” “That’s another perk of this life.” She grinned. “You don’t need to sleep.” You stood and stretched, pointing at the bedroom you’d been sleeping in as you grumbled under your breath. “I’ll keep watch. They shouldn’t be much longer, it’s already been a few hours.” Standing from the couch, you stepped toward the bedroom, but stopped and turned back to face the woman. 

“Thank you. For staying here with me and for indulging my stupid questions. I know it’s none of my business, but -”

“When you wear that mark, everything having to do with Oberyn is your business. And they never would have left you with me if they wanted you to know nothing.” She grinned. “Not my style.” Tyene paused. “Also, about earlier, I’m sorry for how I came off, but … being a part of all this? With him? It’s not for the weak or the timid.” Tyene stood, taking one step toward you. “And you are neither.” And I’m not with him, either.

She said nothing else - instead, the woman turned and stepped through the door and out onto the balcony. She’s probably not used to saying such nice things about strangers. But her words were a comfort, the feeling of relief staying with you as you reentered the bedroom.

A few minutes later, you were changed for bed and tucked beneath your blankets, wishing for the first time in days that you still had your phone so that you could scroll aimlessly until you fell asleep. I shouldn’t have taken it for granted. But the weight of the day - and the conversations you’d had - made it impossible for you to remain awake once you’d settled in, especially since the faint scent of Oberyn’s skin lingered on your pillows. 

You woke sometime later in complete darkness to the feeling of someone climbing into bed with you, the mattress dipping with added weight. Before you could worry about who it was, you heard him say your name, Oberyn’s lips pressing to the space behind your ear. I wasn’t expecting this. “Oberyn, why aren’t you with Ellaria?” 

“She and Tyene will be sharing the other bed when they finally rest.” He sighed, an arm winding around your waist and pulling you back and into his chest. “And because I wanted to be here with you.” Warmth spread through you at that and you turned your head toward him, your cheek making contact with his chin. 

“Did you eat?” You figured that he had - maybe even multiple times, and understood what that meant. You knew that in order to keep from attracting attention, he and Ellaria had likely needed to use methods that didn’t include dragging unsuspecting people into the shadows in order to feed. And that means he probably flirted. Maybe even more, even if it wasn’t actual sex. 

“Yes.” He kissed you again, the man’s lips moving much closer to yours with every press of them. “From two people.” Two? “They are both safe and alive. Don’t worry.”

“I wasn’t.” You sighed again, focused on the way it felt to have him behind you in the dark, the weight of his arm comforting across your body. “And good. You needed it.” 

“I did.” He went quiet for a few seconds, and then Oberyn continued. “Did you get along with Tyene? I told you she -” “Yeah.” Rolling so that you were facing him, you moved one hand to rest on his bicep. “She’s just protective of you, Oberyn. You and Ellaria. And I can’t blame her.” His hand was moving over your lower back, palm beneath the shirt you wore and pressed against your skin. “She offered to turn me if I wanted it.” 

He froze momentarily - the man’s body going rigid. “Did she?” You felt the tightness in his voice, a sound you’d never heard from him before. 

“She did. She brought up the mark on my neck, and said that maybe this would be the time you went through with changing someone over. And I immediately told her that you’d already explained why you couldn’t. But then she said that she doesn’t ever want to see you as upset as you were the last time you chose not to, so she offered.” 

“And what was your response?” He was still rubbing your back, the motion meant to soothe you. “How did you answer?”

“I said no. I said that I didn’t even know if I’d want to be changed, and that I’d just enjoy the time I have with you while I can.” Wincing as you spoke, you wondered if he’d seen the movement. I’m sure he did. “Because I know you can’t… won’t do it yourself, Oberyn. And I’d never ask or expect you to.” Taking a deep breath, you kept speaking, hoping that you weren’t going to push him away. The mark on my neck says I won’t. “But mostly, Oberyn? I told her no because if that happens? If I become like you? I wouldn’t want anyone but you to do it.” 

The room was entirely silent for longer than you expected - it could have been thirty seconds, it could have been a minute, but when he finally answered, his words took you by complete surprise. “I’m glad you feel that way, because there’s no one but myself that I would trust with you in that way.” He leaned closer, the man’s lips pressed against yours for long moments. “Now go back to sleep. Tomorrow is a busy day.” 

You woke up to the gentle press of his lips on the back of your shoulder, and were immediately reminded of the dream you’d had the first night you spent with him - Oberyn pressed against you from behind, one arm around you and his mouth hungrily exploring your body. “I didn’t want to wake you up, but it’s time.” It’s not a dream. 

Rolling over to face him, you opened your eyes and were greeted with the sight of Oberyn’s face a few inches from yours, his hair sleep-tousled and eyes bright. “This is a goddamn dream come true, Oberyn.” A look of confusion crossed his features briefly, but you spoke up before he could ask. “The first night we were here, I had a dream that I woke up in bed with you. But when I rolled over and opened my eyes, you weren’t here. I was alone, and …”

“Not today.” He was caressing your face, fingertips running over your cheek. “I’m right here.” You are. He kissed you then, mouth sealed over yours, the tip of his tongue dragging over the full part of your bottom lip. You didn’t waste any time, parting your lips and groaning as it slipped between them, Oberyn deepening the kiss without hesitation. I wish I could wake up like this every morning. It was him that pulled away first, the man’s eyes alight with desire. “I wish we could stay here, but we need to get ready to leave.” Oh.

“Where are we going? Another place like this?” You ran your fingers through the hair on the nape of his neck - much like you’d done in the dream - and waited for him to reply. 

“I don’t know.” He sighed. “Tyene arranged it.” He was going to say something else, but before he got the chance, there was a knock on the door, followed by it opening and Ellaria peeking her head in.

Your first instinct was to pull away from Oberyn, lowering your hand, but his hold on you tightened, his eyes never leaving your face - so you stayed put, nodding enough so that he saw the movement before you shifted your gaze to the woman in the doorway. If he saw it, so did she. “I hate to interrupt, but we need to get going. You both need to get dressed.” Ellaria paused. “Pick something suitable for a business meeting to wear, and bring only what you need. The new apartment will be much better equipped than this one.”

With that she left, the door shutting behind her as Oberyn said your name to draw your gaze back to his face. “Bring your costume. I know that he ruined it, but it would be a shame for you to leave it behind.” I didn’t even think of that. “I’ll see you in a little while.” He kissed you again but it was a quick one and then he was gone, too, the door closing quietly behind him. 

Giving yourself a few minutes to finish waking up, you rolled onto your back and stared at the ceiling. A business meeting? Why? With who? That… That makes no sense. But instead of thinking about it for too long, you took a long breath and sat up, placing your feet flat on the ground. Alright closet, what do you have in there waiting for me? 

Three and a half hours later, you and Ellaria stepped through the front door of an apartment much closer to the center of LA than the first had been, the woman pulling a small luggage cart behind her. And this one is … damn. It was much more in tune with what you assumed they were used to in terms of living standards, and you couldn’t help looking around you in awe. This is why we had to dress up, because we would have looked out of place otherwise. “It’s nice, isn’t it.” She had her arms crossed, slender fingers resting on her elbows. “Tyene did well.” 

“She did.” You moved through the space, taking everything in. “After all that time in the other place, this seems like a palace. As much as I don’t want to stay hidden, it could be worse.” She laughed, the sound more of a huff than anything else, but Ellaria didn’t disagree. “And we’re safe here? You’re sure of it?” Turning away from the couches, you forced yourself to meet her eyes.

“Tyene would not have led me here if we wouldn’t be.” She lifted herself up onto the end of the dining room table closest to you, crossing her legs at the knee. “Do you want to choose a room now, or -” Gesturing with one hand, she tilted her head. “Or wait and see which one Oberyn would like?” He was right. “You look confused.” 

“I am.” There was no reason to try and avoid the obvious, and so you chose not to. “Unless the two of you took care of things while you were out last night, he still needs to -”

“We didn’t.” She reached up, tucking one curl behind her ear. “Not in the way you are thinking, anyway.” What the hell does that mean? “And yes, he does need to release some of his strength, but that will not happen when anyone else is in the apartment.” What? Why? She said your name, holding a hand out to you. When you took it, she pulled you closer, uncrossing her legs so that you could stand between them. “I have been called cruel many times and by many people.” Ellaria smiled, the expression somewhat sad. “And it has certainly been true most of those times. But I would never be so cruel as to force you to listen to us together.” Oh. “The first time you hear Oberyn’s pleasure should be when you are the one responsible for it.” At that, your heart thudded in your chest, throat clicking as you attempted to swallow.

Her words stunned you, the woman never breaking eye contact as she said them. “I don’t… I don’t know how to respond to that, Ellaria. I don’t know what to -” 

“You don’t need to say anything. I heard your reaction.” Her lips curved up and into a smile - one that you’d only seen her give to Oberyn - and she continued. “Besides, I have a feeling that I’m going to have my hands full for the next few days, anyway.” She squeezed your hand and then let it drop, gesturing to the bedrooms with her chin. “Go. Choose a room. Oberyn and Tyene will be here within the hour.” 

It actually took less time than that for the two of them to arrive, the pair slipping in through the second entrance just as you stretched out on one of the couches, Ellaria curled up on the other, her eyes on the TV. Tyene’s voice cut through the open space, the woman apologizing profusely for being late. But they’re early, they … 

Oberyn was a few steps behind her, fingers wrapped around the handle of his own luggage cart, and his eyes on the back of Tyene’s head. “It took us forever. I always forget how bad traffic here is, and Oberyn didn’t help much because he just kept talking to the Uber driver, and so he missed a turn. But at least we’re still here before - ”

“I was just being friendly.” He let go of the luggage and wound an arm around her shoulders, pressing a kiss to the top of Tyene’s head. “Playing the part, you know?” Even you had to grin at that, glancing down at the new clothes you wore; dress pants and button-up blouse discarded in the bedroom that you’d chosen. “If we were all supposed to dress like we were in the middle of another workday and on our way between meetings, why not talk like it, too?” Of course he couldn’t stay quiet. 

“You’re right on time.” Ellaria stood, crossing the room toward where they stood. “And now that we’re all here, Tyene, it’s time for you to tell us exactly what else you’ve found, and what the next steps are.” You agreed there, pushing yourself up into a sitting position and eyeing her first and then Oberyn - but he looked curious too. So none of us know. 

“That’s why we had to be back here before a specific time.” She looked at the clock hanging on the wall, smiling. “And we are. Cut it close, but…” Tyene used one hand to swipe through her hair. “I need to change out of these clothes, and then I’ll tell you all what’s going on.” Good. “You should change too, Oberyn. Relax, get ready for -” 

“I’m alright.” He’d loosened the top few buttons of his dress shirt and taken his jacket off, draping it over one of the armchairs. “Just ready to know what -” He interrupted himself, whipping around to face the door at the same time Ellaria rose from the couch, one hand going over her mouth. What’s going on? Why did they… who’s coming? You were frightened for a few seconds, but the fear dissipated at the way Ellaria seemed to glide toward the door, Oberyn’s jaw tightening as he watched her. I’ve never seen that before. 

The expression passed quickly, though, and he reached for you, fingers spread wide as he waited for you to take his hand. He pulled you close as Tyene and Ellaria disappeared down the hallway, but made no move to follow them, instead choosing to stay with you, fingers linked together. Whatever this is it’s got to be huge. 

You heard your name a few seconds later, the sound of Ellaria’s voice reaching your ears as she reentered the main room, her hand holding another man’s tightly and the look in her eyes one of pure elation. Who is that? He was taller than Oberyn, the man dressed simply in a pair of dark jeans and a t-shirt, his hair combed back from his face, curling slightly at the ends. He was handsome, neatly trimmed facial hair that covered his cheeks and chin, bright green eyes that looked at nothing but the woman next to him, even as Oberyn’s focus remained on him. “There is someone that I’d like you to meet.” Me? Why? “This is Toban Dayne, the first of my Children and my oldest friend.” 

It made sense immediately - Oberyn’s reaction to the appearance of the man, his inability to look away. He wants what they have, and seeing this, them together … it can’t be easy for him. Squeezing his fingers once more, you cleared your throat to steady yourself. “Dayne? Does that mean that you’re from the -”

“It does.” He grinned at you, finally looking away from Ellaria. “One of the First Men, Lord of Starfall, Sword of the Morning and all that.” He stood taller, his eyes flicking to Oberyn and then back to you.”But that was so long ago that none of it really matters anymore.” He pulled his hand out of Ellaria’s and stepped toward where you stood, but his focus shifted back to the man that you were next to, one arm extending with his fingers outstretched. “Oberyn. It’s been way too long. I’m sorry that it took this to get us in the same room again.”

“Why are you here?” His voice wasn’t quite cold but it was uncertain, and you saw Ellaria freeze at the sound of it, her lips parting slightly. “I haven’t seen you in -” Oh, I’m going to need him to explain this later. He said he was never jealous of anyone that Ellaria was with, but this … this is different.

“I’m here to help you, Oberyn.” Toban’s voice dropped, the man stepping even closer without lowering his hand. “I think we all are.” We are. “Tyene told me -”

“I told him that if we had any chance to actually beat Clegane and get to Tywin and Cersei, we’d need a lot of power.” Tyene reappeared in the hallway, though she stopped before she entered the room, the four of you turning to face her, Toban’s hand dropping back to his side. “A lot of power and a plan, and now we have both.” How? You knew that because he was ancient, Toban was a good ally - he’d be stronger than most, attuned to Ellaria in a way that not even her other Children were. But that doesn’t get us close to the Lannisters. It just sets us up. 

“Tyene, I’m going to need more information.” Ellaria shifted, turning to face the other woman. ‘This isn’t -” 

“I found us … well you and Oberyn, anyway, a way into a very public place with the Lannisters.” What? “That little shitstain Joffrey is getting married, and the engagement party this weekend is a fucking tabloid event. There are going to be tons of celebrities there, all kinds of cameras. It’s a perfect way for you to let them know that you didn’t die, Oberyn, and that you’re healed.” She was beaming, the woman nearly bouncing as she spoke. “They can’t touch you in front of all those people, but you being there together will scare the shit out of them, and it gives us an advantage.” That… that actually works. It makes sense. 

“But how do we get in?” Oberyn scratched the side of his head, frowning. “This is a great plan, but -”

“That, Oberyn Martell, is where I come in.” Tyene stepped to the side, the smile on her face turning smug, and you couldn’t stop the gasp from leaving your lips at the sight of the newest person to enter the room. There’s no fucking way. Oberyn said history repeats itself, but … “If there’s anyone that wants to see my sister and my father suffer as much as you do, it’s me.” He pressed his lips together, tilting his chin up and nodding once at the man standing next to you before bending into an exaggerated bow. “Tyrion Lannister, at your service.” 

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[tobesoalive]

latch (Sam Kiszka x reader)

hey guys here's the little Sam enemies to lovers smut that was requested! idc if it’s a bit cheesy, I had a ton of fun writing it so please please please send in more requests! I love helping your ideas come to life! 

Warnings: Smut (Oral-f and m receiving, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex)

Friday had finally rolled around and you were more than ready. After a long week of classes and work you were more than ready to have some fun tonight. You and your roommates were going to have some people over tonight to celebrate your second year of college almost being over. You had come up with the idea last weekend and quickly made a list of who all should be invited. There was one person on the guest list that you were dreading to see, no other than Samuel Kiszka.

You had met a kid named Danny Wagner in your first class freshman year, and you two became fast friends, sharing many of the same interests and hobbies. Together you and Danny were a dynamic duo, and you always made each other laugh. People often thought you were dating, but he already had a beautiful girlfriend back home. Danny also had another person constantly attached at his hip, Sam Kiszka, you’d almost think they were the ones dating.

Sam was a lanky kid with sharp features and an extremely annoying god complex. He really thought he was the absolute shit and that everyone was in awe of him. Quite honestly many people were, but you saw right through it. You found him to be arrogant and rude, and you were always disappointed to see him when you went over to Danny’s place, even though he was his roommate. Sam would often show up unannounced at your place too, mostly with Danny, but a couple of times he showed up alone. You were always polite, inviting him in like the good host you are, and you two ended up watching a movie together, and much to your surprise, in these times he was almost tolerable. Almost. He would make a snide remark or joke that would infuriate you, but he wouldn’t stick around for long, usually having somewhere to be. That somewhere was usually the bed of another girl, but they probably didn’t just watch movies.

That was another reason you couldn’t stand Sam. Last year you had a crush on him and he would do the thing where he would play with your emotion, hang out with you and flirt with you only to immediately go and fuck random girls. It hurt you, a lot, but you eventually got over it, losing the romantic feelings, or rather pushing them deep down where you’d hope they’d never surface again.

Now people were going to be at your house in an hour and you haven't even showered. It didn’t really matter though, you weren’t all too concerned with what other people thought of your appearance, so what if your hair was a little wet. You quickly rinsed off in a cold shower, then changed into a simple outfit for the night, flared corduroys and a crocheted tank top.

That was the other thing, you’d think you were exactly Sam’s type, he seemed like he would be into girls who were more artistic and down to earth, but all the girls he hooked up with seemed like they spent most of their time thinking about themselves. Not that there was anything wrong with those girls, you weren’t the “pick me” type, but it seemed like Sam would care about that kind of thing. Whatever, you don’t even like him anyways, he’s more of a nuisance than anything.

You had finished a seltzer by the time people started arriving, the playlist you and your roommates curated playing throughout the apartment. Being with your friends always made you very energetic, and people always said they liked being around you. You could get a crowd laughing in no time. People were coming through the doors and when there were about 75% of the people there, your partner in crime finally arrived. “Wagner!” you shouted across the room in a dumb accent, already a little buzzed. “Where art thou good friend?!” Danny yelled back, matching your accent as you two finally made your way to each other, wrapping him in a friendly embrace. “Where’s your obnoxious sidekick?” you whispered into his ear.

“Don’t worry he’s here. I know how you were just dying to see him.”

“Oh aren’t I always?” you responded with a sarcastic smile

“I still think you need to give him a chance, you’d probably really like him.”

Before you could even respond, he was running up behind Danny and lifting him up by his waist.

“Well if it isn’t dumb and dumber!” you exclaim before Sam comes up and wraps his arm around your shoulder.

“Oh come on (y/l/n), you love me!”

“Haha good one Kiszka, now why don’t we do something I actually love.”

“And what would that be?” Danny questions.

“Take a shot and dance our asses off!” you yell. If you were going to deal with Sam you needed to be a little more intoxicated.

You gathered your roommates and the boys and took them to the kitchen and got out the glasses.

“To friendship!” you yelled

Right then you caught danny say something quietly, and it looked like he was saying “Or more than friendship”

That made you stop for a second before throwing your head back and downing the shot.

“Ok let's get back out there” your roommate says as she pulls you by the arm.

You spend about the next half hour dancing with all your friends, taking hits of joints and drinking. You and Danny did a silly little dance you had come up with last year when you would get drunk in your dorms and do dumb shit. Mid-routine he slipped and pulled you down with him, both of you laughing your asses off. You felt someone grab your arm and help you up as the song changed, “Latch” by Sam Smith blasting through the speakers, one of the best party songs probably ever. The person who had grabbed you wrapped their arms around your waist, swaying back and forth with you to the music. You loosened the stranger’s grip and spun around only to be met with the face of that little shit, Sam.

“C’mon kid can’t you at least try to tolerate me for one song”

“Who ever said you were intolerable?” you respond, admiring how the dim light highlighted his features.

He leaned in close to your ear and lowly whispered in it “You think I can’t see it. Whenever you’re around me you act like it’s charity work.”

You pull back to look him in the eyes and say “It wasn’t always that way. Now let's get back to what we were doing. I like this song more than I like you, which is quite a lot.”

He gives you a grin before you start moving your body against him, and by the end of the song he’s staring at you in complete awe.

Once the song ended you broke free from his grasp. “See you later Kiszka” you say with a wink, turning around and disappearing into the crowd.

Your stomach was in knots, and not from disgust. The moment you just had brought up a lot of emotions, mostly about your romantic feelings for Sam but also the resentment you felt towards him. Fuck, you were in deep now. Things would be so much easier if you never had to see him again and all of this could go away. But alas, you needed to suck it up so you could still have a close relationship with Danny. Plus in about twenty minutes Sam would probably be grinding on another girl. Screw it, you were going to have a good time with your friends, you didn’t need Sam to be happy.

The rest of the night you avoided Sam, giving him zero of the attention he was craving. A couple hours later people were leaving your home or asleep somewhere in the living room, bathroom, kitchen you name it. Thankfully though, your room remained empty, you needed some space to think.

Everyone was asleep and the house was quiet, you threw on a pair of boxer shorts and an oversized Led Zeppelin shirt, passed down to you from Danny. You went to the kitchen and drank probably a gallon of water, making one last pit stop to the bathroom to pee and brush your teeth. No matter how tired you felt you knew you'd thank yourself in the morning. Finally you were on the way back to your room when you stopped in the doorway. Sam was standing in there, looking at all your decorations and your extensive vinyl collection.

“You’ve changed some stuff since the last time I was here”

“Yeah, I like to rearrange stuff y'know? keep it new and interesting.” You remarked, rubbing the back of your neck and yawning, trying to hide your obvious panic. This is the last thing you were hoping for, being confronted one on one with the man himself.

“Are you cool if I stay here tonight? Daniel is passed out on the couch and I don’t feel like making the walk home alone.”

“Of course...did you want to sleep in here?” you ask before you could even stop the words from coming out of your mouth. Fuck, you were a dumbass.

“If that’s okay with you, sleeping next to a stranger wouldn’t be my first choice.”

“You never had a problem being in a stranger’s bed before” you mumbled, looking at the floor.

He didn’t say anything, just turned his head to stare at you for a second, his eyes seeming almost apologetic.

“Well you might as well get comfortable” you tell him as you turn off the lights and flick the lamp on.

“Do you have a shirt I could borrow? I don’t really wanna sleep in jeans and a sweaty shirt.”

“Would you like an old one of Danny’s or one of mine?” you tease him, grabbing out yet another old band shirt of his roommate’s.

While he’s changing you turn away and busy yourself with lighting some incense and pulling the covers back, to avoid seeing his bare torso.

“Can I throw on a record? I can never get to sleep in the silence.”

“Help yourself” you say, but he already has a selection in his hands, Michigan by Sufjan Stevens, one of your favorites.

“Wonderful choice, but I imagine you’re a bit biased.” you say to him, both he and Danny were from the same town in Michigan and had to let everyone know.

“I just wanted something calm and serene, compared to all the fast paced stuff we’ve been blasting for the whole night.”

“Well it was a party Samuel, you have to give the people what they want” you tell him as you climb into bed.

Sam grabs for one of the pillows and a blanket, but you stop him.

“Were you gonna sleep on the floor like a dog? I don’t give a shit whether or not we share the bed.”

“I just assumed...I didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable...or anything.”

“You might be surprised by this but I actually feel pretty safe around you” you confess to him. Fuck, you were still slightly intoxicated so your filter was off. It’s okay, he was still a little drunk too it seemed.

“Do you mind if I take my pants off?” he asks you with a sincere look on his face.

You can’t help but burst out laughing, finding his awkwardness and the absurdity of the comment quite hilarious.

“I’d prefer it to your rough jeans...as long as you’re wearing underwear.”

“C’mon I’m not that much of a freak” he says as he pulls down his zipper and clumsily kicks his pants off.

You couldn’t help but stare for a moment, he looked gorgeous quite honestly, long hair tangled, old shirt hanging off his shoulders and shark boxer briefs stopping at his mid thigh.

“Okay Kiszka, get in here before I change my mind.”

He pulls back the sheets and crawls in, laying his head on the pillow facing you.

“I’m sorry” he says, looking deeply in your eyes, seeming almost ashamed.

“About what?” you knew you shouldn’t feed into this, whatever was going on here was completely platonic and wouldn’t mean anything in the morning.

“Everything. Being such a dick to you. Leading you on. I promise that’s not me, I just, I honestly don’t know how to act around you.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re just the one person who actually kinda intimidates me. Or at least my feelings for you intimidate me.” he sighs.

“Is that why you are always fucking other girls and telling people about it when I’m around?”

“God you’re not going to take it easy on me, are you?”

“Why should I?”

“You shouldn’t. With the way I’ve treated you I honestly don’t expect anything from you, I just couldn’t hold it in any longer and I thought this was as good of a time as any.”

“Sam, can I be honest with you?”

“Of course”

“I actually don’t hate you at all like you seem to think. I can’t stand you because I really do like you, but I gave up on anything happening a long time ago.”

“Well you did a pretty good job of hiding it” he says, moving a little closer to you to the point where your noses were almost touching, the feeling of his breath giving you goosebumps. The music hummed softly in the background as you thought for a second.

“Sam don’t hate me but we’re both kinda drunk and I don't wanna do anything right now. I wanna be there for it, like fully there.”

“I was actually hoping you’d say that. I wanna take in every detail and remember it all. You’re not just another drunken hookup.”

You can’t help but give a soft smile, your cheeks going red.

“Well maybe I wouldn’t be opposed to a bit of cuddling”

“Neither would I” he says as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you in close as you bury your head in his chest, taking in his scent.

Something overtakes you, and you tilt your head up and press a soft kiss to his collarbone.

“Goodnight Samuel”

“Goodninght kid” he whispers, pressing his lips to the top of your head, and you can feel him breathing in your scent as well, elated to finally feel wanted.

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You wake up to sunlight streaming through your curtains, turning to look at your clock but instead being met with Sam’s chest.

You were sober enough last night to remember everything that happened, Sam’s feelings for you coming to light and vice versa. It made you almost giddy with excitement, not being able to wait until his eyes opened.

You played with his hair, running your fingers through it and moving it from his neck, replacing it with your lips. Soon enough he’s stretching his arms and yawning.

“Any reason you needed to wake me up at 7 am?” he asked you, looking down at you as the pad of his thumb brushed across your cheek.

“Just couldn’t wait to see you I guess”

“That's a first” he says sarcastically, once again staring deep into your eyes.

You could hear the birds singing outside and a refreshing spring breeze made its way into your room through the open window.

You stared at each other for a second longer before he whispered “Can I?”

You nodded your head yes and he dipped his head down to capture your lips in a kiss. It started off sweet and then your lips started moving in a rhythm, his hands grabbing your legs and pulling you onto his lap. He kept kissing you as your tongue made its way into his mouth, causing his hips to buck up into you. You pulled back and let out a soft sigh, basking in the feeling of him growing hard against your core. He took this as an opportunity to attach his lips to your neck, sucking at the delicate skin and leaving little nips.

“Can I take this off?” you ask him, hands grabbing at the hem of his shirt.

“Please” he groans against your neck.

You pull it off and instantly your hands run along the expanse of his smooth skin, admiring every freckle and mole, fingertips brushing across his nipples. You pull your hands away to pull your own shirt off, blushing a bit, slightly embarrassed to show yourself to him. He takes a moment to stare at the newly exposed skin, pulling you down into a kiss a moment later and mumbling “You’re absolutely stunning” into your lips.

“You’re not too bad yourself” you say with a smile spreading across your face, quickly losing it as you bite your lip when he starts to move his hips once again, his bulge rubbing deliciously against your already wet core.

“I need more of you” he grunts, obviously frustrated.

You tangle your hands in his hair and pull his head back a bit, looking down into his eyes before saying “then have me”, pulling him into a kiss.

In a swift movement he flips you both over, kneeling with his legs on either side of you.

“These need to come off” he says, tugging at the waistband of the boxers you slept in. As he pulled them off and the cold air hit your core, you couldn’t help but drink all of him in, admiring just how gorgeous he looked, as if he was sculpted by the gods himself. That moment ended when you felt his middle finger run lightly up and down your slit. You threw your head back and closed your eyes, concentrating on the feeling of his skin on yours.

“Please Sammy, I need you” you say, surprised at yourself for using that nickname with him.

He looks at you and smiles before lowering his gaze to your dripping cunt, furrowing his brows as he pushes his long finger inside of you. You mewl as he pushes it down to the last knuckle, letting you adjust for a moment before starting to slowly pump in and out.

“Fuck you’re tight. So much better than I imagined.”

“So you’ve thought about this before?” You smirk at him, turning your eyes to look at the sight of his finger pumping in and out.

“Quite a lot actually, I’ve thought a lot about how you taste too” he says before readjusting himself so his head is buried in between your thighs. It only takes a second for his tongue to find your clit as he inserts another finger and starts to pump a little faster.

“Fuck you’re good at this” you say as you let out a breathy moan, hands once again finding their way into his hair. That causes him to moan around your clit, sending vibrations through your whole body. You don’t know how much longer you’d be able to last, with Sam lapping at you like it’s his last meal.

You pull his hair, forcing his lips to part from your sensitive bud, pulling him into a sloppy kiss.

“I wanna taste you too” you say before getting up and kneeling on the floor in front of your brd, motioning him to sit with his legs over the side, facing you. You look up at him as you pull his boxers down, length hitting his stomach. You take a second to admire it, with its pink head, a large vein running up the bottom. It was a nice length, with quite a bit of girth to it, surrounded by a small patch of pubic hair. As you wrapped your hand around it you said “not to be weird or anything but your dick is gorgeous”, causing him to let out a light laugh that was quickly stifled when you wrapped your head around the tip of his cock. His fingers intertwined with your hair, lightly pulling it, not forcing you down on his dick like some guys do. You gently moved your head up and down, taking as much of him as you could in your mouth and using your hand to stroke the rest.

“Fuck I need to be inside of you” he groans, tugging at your hair, causing you to pull your mouth off his dick with a small pop.

“Can I ride you?” you question as you make your way back onto the bed.

“Fuck yes, I can’t promise how long I’ll last though” he says, pulling you in for another kiss as you line him up up with your entrance. You run his tip along your slit a few times before slowly starting to lower yourself down, taking your time to adjust to his size. Once he’s fully sheathed inside of you, he throws his head back, letting out a guttural moan.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good, I’ve wanted this for a long time.”

“So have I” you say before starting to slowly move yourself up and down on him.

It’s lazy and sweet, not perfect or anything, but nothing about this situation really was. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Fuck” he remarks as he grabs your hips, fingers sinking into your skin,helping you move up and down on his delicious cock.

“You fill me up so perfectly, god you feel so good”

“I guess it was meant to be baby” he says with a grin, putting his fingers in his mouth then moving them down to rub circles around your clit.

“Fuck Kiszka, if you keep taht up I’m gonna cum.”

“That was my goal, I’m close too” he breathes out as he buries his head in your neck.

You clutch the back of his head as you start to move yourself up and down faster, fucking yourself on his cock.

“Fuck Sam I’m gonna cum”

“Me too babe, where do you want me to?” he asks shakily.

The only word you can muster out is “Inside” as you approach your peak, clenching around him once more before tipping over the edge.

It’s complete bliss as you ride out your high, feeling him give one last deep thrust into you before coating your walls with his warm ropes of seed.

You collapse against him, nuzzling your head into his neck, pressing sloppy open mouthed kisses as you both catch your breath.

He pushes your hair to the side, leaving his lips on your temple while he remains sheathed inside you.

“Thank you” he says, still regaining his breath and returning to reality.

“Don’t leave me” you say softly into his ear.

“I wouldn’t for the world, don’t you worry kid.”

You sit up and look into his soft brown eyes, taking in how much things have changed in the past few hours.

“I don’t hate you. Not in the least. I just hated the idea of not being with you.”

“Same here, but we don’t have to feel that anymore. I’m sorry for the way I treated you. You deserve the world, and I want to try my hardest to give it to you.”

“Thank you Samuel, I’ll try to do the same.”

You give him one last long kiss before pulling back, pushing his hair behind his ear and saying “C’mon loverboy, let’s go get some breakfast.”

[yoongiswiffey]

You're Not Going Anywhere Pt.1

Pairings: Min Yoongi x Poc Reader

A little Kim Taehyung x Poc Reader

Genre: Smut, possessive Yoongi, Club scene

Word count: 4,235

Tags: #yoongismut #yoongiambw #yoongixpocreader #ambw bts # Black reader

Summary: Y/n finds herself in a sticky position or many where she tried to play the game her way the only thing is she was doomed from the very beginning.

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        “What the absolute fuck!” Your best friend Melody shouts coming out of the bathroom putting in her earrings walking towards your closet.

“I know right,” I scoffed looking at her through the mirror of my vanity after I filled her in on the current situation. It’s our best friend's 21st birthday and the girls and I planned on going out and showing her a good time but Yoongi thought otherwise he thinks I should just stay home while he’ll be out with his friends clubbing. “Like who does he think he is telling me what and what not to do!” I say getting up walking towards Melody picking through my closet trying to find something that catches her eye.

“ Right it’s not even like you’re dating he’s such a hypocrite.” Melody rolls her eyes pulling out a tiny black dress with a rip down the side of the leg with a plunging neckline. “Oh my god babe I’m totally wearing this tonight.” she beams looking at it walking towards my bed rushing to put it on. I mean she’s not wrong Yoongi and I aren’t dating whatsoever we just fuck from time to time so I guess you can say we’re fuck buddies. Wanting to push that thought away I shake my head racking through my closet for the perfect dress.

“Y/n fuck him, we’re going to go out and have a bomb ass night.” Melody says walking over towards the mirror checking herself out with the dress on causing her to smile skipping back over to me hugging me from behind.

“ Let’s get you into a sexy ass dress and fuck shit up tonight, hell let’s get you some new dick.” she shakes her arms wiggling her eyebrows causing me to move with her laughing I shake my head then I find it the perfect dress pulling it out the closet Melody snatches it from me.

“Oh my god Y/n this dress is going to look so good on you.” she analyzed the dress I walked over towards her taking it back making my way over towards the mirror. “I know and you wanna know the catch babe” I smirk putting on the dress looking at the dress in the mirror it’s a little red sparkly tight dress really complimenting my skin tone with slits on both sides of the legs really showing off my curvy figure with spaghetti straps with a open neckline reaching just beneath my breast making the girls sit just right.

“Yoongi bought it.” I state turning my head towards Melody whose just staring at me she walks towards me hugging me looking into the mirror. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?” she smiles causing me to laugh, “ Love you too babe come on let’s go.” I walk over grabbing my black ankle strap heels which still does nothing to my 5’5 height.

“It’s going to be a good night” Melody sings songs which makes me laugh.

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After the short ride to the club we got in without any ease. It seems like everyone's eyes are on Melodys and I push it aside making our way towards our own booth seeing the birthday girl herself smiling as we embrace her. “Happy Birthday Momo.” I say stepping aside “Thank you guys for coming I’m so excited let’s get this thing started.” she cheers, throwing her hands in the air. We cheered with her, “Wait where are the drinks?” I say looking towards the table “I’ll be right back.” I smile, weaving my way through the thick crowd towards the bar finally making it. I wait in between patrons for the bartender to finish his current order. He looks up towards me.

“I’ll be with you in one moment, doll.” he nods towards me. I lean over the counter “Take your time..” I began pausing after searching his shirt for any sign of a name tag which he seems to take notice of. “Taehyung.” he provides, causing me to smile “Y/n, well take your time Taehyung” he counters a smile back finishing up his last order making his way over towards me wiping the counter in front of me.

“What can I get you Y/n?” he asks, leaning forward on the counter. “Can I get 12 shots of tequila?” I ask which causes him to glance behind me towards the obvious group watching me. He stares back down towards me grabbing the cups and a tray and begins cleaning a cup. “Special occasion?” He inquires looking back down towards me with a smile dancing on his face. “Yeah it’s my best friend Momo’s 21st birthday.” I beam turning around pointing to the one wearing a birthday sash and tiara them seeing your action they wave and smile with you returning the favor facing back towards Taehyung who then waves towards your friends you take the chance to really get a good look at him he’s wearing a black button down with the first three button undone with a chain dangling from his tanned neck. Taehyung was a really attractive guy. He seems to feel your stare which makes him look down towards you causing you to look away.

“Looks like you guys are gonna have a fun night.” he chuckles, pouring your drinks, “ Why don’t you go back to your girls I got it.” he says    while finishing up your drinks taking off his skirt apron placing it on the counter grabbing your tray walking from behind of the bar making his way towards the front where you stood.

“Taehyung you don’t have to, I got it you have more orders.” you try taking the tray away only for him to move it out of your reach glancing up towards him you notice he’s smirking down towards you, GOD you’d be lying if you didn’t think that was the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

“I know I don’t have to but I want to and as for the orders I was actually supposed to be off 30 minutes ago.” he said nodding towards a guy putting on an apron starting to take orders “Jin was running a little late so I stayed back to help.” he says looking down towards where you stood you notice his eyes start to wander down your body slowly reaching there way back towards yours causing you to smirk. “Okay fine let's go.” you take his hand into yours pulling him through the thick crowd with him stopping the bodies from colliding with you making your way back to your table you catch eyes with Melody who smiles at you looking between you and Taehyung which cause you to shrug winking at your best friend.

“Guys this is Taehyung,” You announced, placing a hand on his chest he smiled slyly placing the tray of drinks down on the table. “Sorry for crashing your birthday party Momo.” he glanced at her as she blushed. “No that’s perfectly fine.” Melody damn near yells “I mean no it’s cool or whatever.” she says more quietly which causes you to laugh, catching Taehyungs attention. “Let’s get this night started.” you say grabbing a shot with everyone following your suit “ To Momo '' you all raise your glasses clinking them together downing the first shot of the night. As the night went on you noticed the girls dancing and having a good time. Taehyung and you have been getting to know each other really well. You found out that he’s really into art on a different level and fairly enjoys photography. As you go to spark up another conversation you hear an almost too familiar laugh from a booth not far from yours you glanced over and saw it. You see Yoongi there with another girl on his lap. Your eyes moved down towards his hand placed on her waist while the other nursed a glass of his preferred drink whiskey. Seeing this you scoffed thinking about how he told you not to go out only to see him here with his friends and another fucking girl on his lap, what pissed you off even more was how good he fucking looked. Wearing a deep red button down shirt with two or three of them undone with his black Armani blazer with his favorite chain plus the one YOU bought him you notice the girl grab it and your blood begins to boil. Melody followed your gaze more like your glare and noticed as well.

“What a fucking dick.” she crosses her arms then her eyes light up like how they do only when she has some plan. She turns to leave which you take the chance to take another shot you turn your attention towards Taehyung to find he’s already staring at you his lip caught between his teeth letting it fall, then you hear it your favorite song Body by: Summer Walker you know exactly what Melody is doing so you don’t even question it you place one perfectly manicured hand awfully high on his thigh while the other made it’s way into his flawlessly styled hair playing with it looking at it then down towards his eyes.

“Wanna dance.” you asked in a sultry voice  getting up placing your hands on his spread legs leaning foward giving him the perfect view of your breast which he slowly and shamelessly might I add gladly took the opportunity to look at taking his time before staring back into your eyes you noticed something changed in his and you know it all to well. Lust. “Lead the way babygirl.” he rasps  licking his bottom lip you smiled grabbing his hand pulling him up while he grabs another shot knocking it back before you head towards the dance floor on your way you noticed Melody by the Dj winking at you, you raised your eyebrows smirking, pulling Taehyung to a open part of the dance floor placing your hands on his chest and began to sway your hips staring up at him through your lashes which makes him grab your hips pulling you closer biting his lip letting out a scoff.

“God Y/n you’re killing me.” Taehyung chuckles, smiling down towards me, his large hands roaming my hips placing my arms around his neck playing with the nape of his hair. “Oh baby we can’t have that I won’t get to have any fun.” I pout winking at him smiling, turning around grinding my ass against his covered crouch with him quickly replacing his hand on the tops of my thighs. “Hmm kind of fun are you suggesting babygirl?” he leans down and whispers into my ear making butterflies stir up inside my stomach reaching a hand behind his head while the other is set on top of his hand placed on my thigh lifting my head towards his ear. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” I whisper back, taking his earlobe in between my lips, sucking it lightly, letting it go, licking it slightly while grinding back into him, which earns me a groan and a squeeze to my thighs.

“God Y/n.” he rasped which causes me to laugh feeling the stares of someone’s eyes on me I look up and if I wasn’t paying attention I would have missed it but I seen it in between the few heads I saw him staring me down, cup in hand standing taking a sip jaw clenching nose a flare. Now is my chance and I take it. Grinding back into Taehyung rolling my hips as we sway from side to side the sound of music plays through me.

I can’t tell you what it is

But you got me goin’ crazy

Sex with you is so amazin’

Ahh How, how long can you go, baby

Better last till my body’s sore ‘cause it crazy...

As the song plays on I pulled down Taehyungs head closer kissing him which he responds by kissing me back with such urgency pulling away I glance back up through my lashes and just like a ticking time bomb Yoongi exploded chugging the remainder of his glass clenching his jaw eyeing me down with the coldest stare I almost shivered, but not wanting to back down I did the one thing that came to mind and sent a kiss his way.  Having enough of the show he starts making his way towards Taehyung and I giving me a sudden wave of nervousness mixed with excitement as I continue to dance on Taehyung, on his way towards us Yoongi remains eye contact with me and God I think I’ve made the biggest mistake he’s fuming. In little then no time Yoongi is standing in front of us. I see him but I act like I can’t. “Y/n let’s go.” Yoongi says calmly, staring at Taehyungs hand on the inside of my thighs to anyone else that would have gone unnoticed but I saw the look in his eyes and the way his jaw was tight. Taehyung takes notice of someone in front of us.

“Who's your little friend baby?” Taehyung says looking up from the nook of my neck hearing the smirk in his voice I smirk a little, swallowing down all the nerves. “Tae baby this is Yoongi, Yoongi Taehyung.” you say noticing Yoongis slight almost unnoticeable grimace in calling Taehyung baby loving how your getting a rise out of him you decided to keep going Yoongi goes to open his mouth but you cut him off. “I’m actually thinking about going home with him he’s promised me a goodnight and it’s been a while since I’ve had a nice good fuck.” you pat the side of Taes neck softly, never breaking eye contact with Yoongi. “Isn’t that right Daddy?” You whispered towards the end gaining a look from Yoongi you can’t place. Jealously? Anger? Hurt? But as soon as it surfaced it’s gone again masked by a plain look of boredom.

Before Taehyung can open his mouth you’re snatched from his arm placed behind Yoongi. “Don’t you ever place your hands on my girl again.” Yoongi states, staring Taehyung down which causes him to chuckle. “Your girl if I remember correctly you were just coped up with some random girl?” Taehyung says slyly, diverting his attention back towards me tilting his head to enable to catch a glance of me behind Yoongi. “Y/n let’s get out of here Doll.” he says Yoongi not even giving you a chance to answer grabs your wrist pulling you in the direction of the doors following in suit trying to catch up with his long strides.

“You know where to find me doll when you need to get a real dicking down.” Taehyung calls out to your descending figure. When you both exit the club you’re finally able to pry Yoongis tight grip from your wrist. “Let me fucking go!” you push into his chest turning to leave only for Yoongi to grab your hand spinning you around. “Get in the car.” he states staring at you, you look at him in utter disbelief scoffing “No who the f-“ you started only for him to cut you off.

 “Y/N GET YOUR BRATTY ASS INTO THE CAR.” he says firmly yet calmly towering over you staring you down leaving no room for discussion seeing so you make your way towards his car getting in slamming the door while you’re at it. Soon after you hear him sliding in starting the car driving off, after sitting in complete silence for a while you decided to turn on the radio to cut the deafening silence you go to reach for it only before Yoongi grabs your hand placing it on your thigh returning it back onto the steering wheel only then you notice how hard he was actually gripping the wheel to the point his knuckles turned white. Realizing now you’re in deep shit you begin thinking of all your possible options going with the safest route.

“Baby I-“ you started only to be quickly hushed from a single glance from Yoongi turning around facing the window as you sadly accepted your inevitable doom.

~~~~

Sometime later when you finally make it to Yoongis house he pulls the car into the driveway shutting off the car, not taking his eyes off the steering wheel. “I want you in my room by the time I can even step foot a single foot in that house.” Yoongi states calmly which causes me to look at him trying to find a word to say but it's caught in my throat when he catches my eyes turning towards me. “Did I stutter?” he questions raising a brow to which I immediately open the door quickly making it towards his door pushing it open not even bothering to close it knowing he’s just a step behind me quickly making my way upstairs to his oh so familiar room I take my place in the middle of his bed and wait for the end of my life. A few minutes later I hear the door close followed by the slow ascending footsteps and just like that I’m just struck with all kinds of nerves looking down playing with the hem of my dress. Not being able to hear any more footsteps, I lift my head seeing Yoongi standing in the doorway walking into his room. My eyes follow him as he begins taking off his blazer.

“Did you have a good night Y/n?” Yoongi questions tossing his blazer on his bedside chair peering at me through his silver locs. I open my mouth to say something but my mouth feels so dry closing it swallowing once I try again still unable I opt towards a soft shaking of the head. Yoongi then starts to unbutton the cuffs on his sleeves and began to roll them up one by one “No you didn’t have a good night baby?” he questioned slightly tilting his head staring at you rolling up his other sleeve to his elbow “You seemed to have a fun night didn’t you Doll.” he practically spat out the pet name Taehyung called you “Yoongi ba-“ you started “You know what me too I also had a shitty night. Would you like to hear how Daddy’s night went?” he says placing his ring filled hands on the edge of the bed leaning forward staring into your eyes still not trusting your voice you nod earning a smirk from Yoongi “Use your words baby.” he says eyes never leaving yours waiting on an answer.

“Y-es.” you practically whisper earning a slight head tilt from the man in front of you “Yes?” he asked standing up walking over to his dresser taking off his favorite chain but leaving the one you bought him on. “Yes what?” he inquires staring at you through the mirror while placing his chain away, knowing what he means “Yes D-Daddy'' damn it all to hell why am I so nervous he accepts the answer with a nod of the head “My night was quite boring to be honest but then the weirdest thing happened two girls walked into the club and caught everybody’s attention.” he states causing you to go cold whipping your head up meeting his eyes he knew you were there the whole night yet you didn’t spot him till the end of the night. “I couldn’t care less you went out with your girls to have fun but do you know what did it for me?” he ask spinning around leaning against the dresser playing with the rings on his finger causing me to immediately take notice of the action quickly looking back into his eyes when he started talking. “Seeing my girl bringing a random to her section.” he scoffs lightly pushing himself off the dresser and begins unbuckling his belt walking towards the edge of the bed causing you to shift in your place. “Actually no what really did it for me was watching my girl playing with me.” he says looking up towards you while sliding the belt through the loops placing it into one of his hands leaning on the bed.

“No Yoongi I-i mean Daddy I-“ I started being cut off with the beckon of his fingers not wanting to make him wait I begin to crawl towards the end of the bed sitting on my knees in between his arms while one wields his belt face to face I wait for further instruction. My eyes bouncing back and forth up between his soft lips back to his eyes I begin squeezing my thighs tighter together. God I’m pathetic I practically just dug my own grave but I can’t get over how hot Yoongi is.

“No? You didn’t play with me?” he asked “You didn’t knowingly wear Daddy’s favorite dress to make me jealous? Oh or how about the part where Melody plays your song then you go off and dance with that guy.” he smiles letting go of the belt placing his hand on your thighs feeling the heat radiate off of him earns a shiver from you. “Come on baby you can’t tell me that’s just a mere coincidence.” he says standing up staring down towards you a smirk  dancing on his face tilting his head.

“Seeing as how you got to have fun and play games I think it’s only right Daddy gets to play some of his own don’t you babygirl?” he asks walking over towards his bedside chair taking a seat with spread legs never once taking his eyes off of you. “Yes sir.” you say in a cracked barely audible whisper.

“Then come here and get that pretty little mouth around Daddy’s cock.” he says with so much authority it made you scramble to hurry with the task at hand getting up you meet him at the chair kneeling between his legs staring at the rising tent in his pants practically begging to be freed from its confined space. “What are you waiting for?” he stares into your eyes snapping you out of the daze you were in you reach up to unbutton his pants letting the zipper fall giving somewhat more freedom for his manhood placing your manicured hands inside the band of his underwear you pull it halfway down in order to free his cock as soon as you pulled them down it immediately slapped his stomach making your mouth water glancing up towards him not wanting to make him wait anymore you take him into your hand slowly pumping him earning a slight grown from above scooting closer placing your elbows on his legs you lick a long strip on the underside of his cock leaving a shine, pumping him again in your hands you then take him into your mouth sucking the tip circling your tongue  around his head taking him further down into you mouth an utter groan comes from Yoongi causing you to squeeze your thighs together wanting to please him you decide to pick up the pace you start to bob you head faster taking him in with much more earnest while rotating your hands pumping him at the same time as more spit begins to develop you feel hands entangle their way into your hair guiding your head up and down Yoongi grabs your hands moving them off his manhood.

“Behind your back.” He states firmly slowly pulling your head off his cock with a slick pop sounding off the walls ``Yes sir” you say lips plump and red, he takes one hand from your hair gripping his cock placing it on your pouty lips smacking it a little harder than you anticipated “Open.” he says stroking his cock  a few times you let your mouth fall open tongue folding over your plum lips placing his cock in its rightful place he begins slowly guiding your head up and down his shaft picking up speed spit begins to form dripping down the sides of his cock only to be caught again by your mouth he begins facefucking you with him hitting the back of your throat your eyes begin to water all throughout the room sounds of squelching and his groans can only be heard.

“Fucking hell” he slightly chuckles thrusting his hips up into your mouth hitting your throat not being able to fully slide in, you then swallow letting him gain the passage he’s been wanting. “Good fucking girl such a good slut for Daddy hmm?” he questions pulling your hair back into a makeshift ponytail clearing your hair out the way so he could get a perfect view of his cock between your lips. Pulling you off his cock bringing you into a deep frenzied kiss standing you up stumbling your way over to the bed Yoongi unbuttons his shirt quickly ripping it off pushing you down onto the bed grabbing your legs pulling you towards the end of the bed ripping up your dress just past your waist his eyes goes dark.

“God Damn Y/n where the fuck are your panties” his eyes shoot up towards yours filled with an unexplainable look. Trying to find words to say you’re silenced by fingers slowly trailing your slit causing a soft gasp from you.

“I-I didnt wear any..” you state softly lifting your hips slightly following Yoongis receding hand.

[monochromemedic]

I had been stuck in the Dark World for who knows how long. The days didn’t seem to matter down here. No sun, no moon, just the vibrant green grid that coated the sky that would twitch and surge with occasional frequency.  When I first got here, I fought hard to get back to the surface, to fight for any sense of normalcy, for home but after a while the dream began to fade. The options began to run dry when compared to the dangers that surrounded me. And so I settled. I survived. I searched for food, begged for shelter from kind Darkners. I did what I had to to live. The Queen was not an option. Whispers from Darkners told me how I was just what she was looking for, that would help her expand her reign to the Light World. As much as that would probably help me, I didn’t want to ruin the lives of others for the chance to see my family, as much as I missed them with every passing minute. The sound of bustling cars and the blinding lights of neon signs stung my senses, my palms pressing into my eyes to drown out what I could. Damn it this place never slept did it? There was always something, some sort of noise. Whatever bags I had under my eyes were probably made cartoonishly drastic with the lack of pure rest I was getting. ‘Supose it was better then being dead... My body felt heavy, and I knew I’d have to find a place to rest or I’d fall asleep mid crossing of a road and get run over by one of those goofy cars I’d seen. Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad... I recalled the time one of the car’s rear bumped into a fire hydrant (or at least I thought it was) and made a squeaking sound. The darkness of a certain alley called to me, the silence a sweet lullaby to the roaring around me. Was it dangerous? Oh yeah. Was it stupid? No shit. Was I going to do it? The shadows the engulfed me were perfect and if it wasn’t for the underlying stench of garbage it’d probably be ideal. Still beggars couldn’t be choosers and if tonight was good enough I would have to consider having this as my permanent sleeping spot. My back slid against the cool wall across from the dumpster, eyes half lidded as they read the advertisements littering above. Why the hell did the Queen have ads anyway, if she wanted she could monopolize any products she wanted... Despite the quiet I couldn’t shake the feeling that creeped down my spine. The presence of something other then myself around me. I tried to close my eyes, I was in the city after all. It’d be concerning if I didn’t feel like people were one second from crawling up my ass. Though I had to admit I didn’t expect to actually feel something begin to touch me. My eyes snapped open, elbow prodding into a blurry shape that yelped and tumbled backward, it’s grasp my on shoulder tearing a hole in my already worn shirt in the struggle. “Hey! What the hell?!” I barked, standing over the perpetrator. My shoulders slumped when I saw what looked to be a doll staring up at me with wide eyes, an over exaggerated smile permanently spread across it’s face. The creature’s jaw opened wider with a clack, it’s small body shooting upwards to stand on it’s small pointed feet. “WOAH WOAH WOAHAH- [Live worms]!”   The darkner’s voice was deafeningly loud, a shrill tone that cut the air like newly sharpened blades. “ I THOUGHT YOU WERE [Roadkill]. NICE TO KNOW I WON’T BE [Sleeping with the fishes] T0NIGHT!!” Well he had a certain way of speaking that was obvious. What the hell was going on with him, he talked like he was constantly being cut of random clips of other people speaking. He talked like a youtube poop or any other shitpost that would randomly shove memes into them for a quick laugh. “You thought I was dead? I was just... I was... uh.” I looked around me, eyeing the dirt and debris. “I was... going to sleep... here.”  Dammit, telling people I had to sleep in such ratty places were always a blow to the ego but I suppose it was better then saying ‘Oh I was just sitting down here to die’ The puppet shook his head and waltzed over to the dumpster, his small hand smacking the side with a sense of pride. “ [Finders keepers, losers weepers] HUMAN, YOU PICKED A GOOD SPOT. TOO BAD [so sadd] I GOT HERE FIRST. THOUGH FOR A DEAL I SUPPOSE I COULD [Share the love~]” “Got here first... what are you talking about?” The Darkner let out a laugh, distorted echoes filling the air as he leapt inside, a solitary hand popping out to beg me to come closer. This was a terrible idea, but despite my best judgement I followed, and witnessed what I could only describe to be a makeshift bed inside.  The puppet laid on top of musty mats and raggedy rugs, a single stained pillow resting just beneath his head. My god was he living in here? The creature continued his laugh, lurching only a few inches away from my face. “ [Sweet deal] ISN’T IT? J3ALOUS, [baby]?”  I shirked back, cheeks reddening at the tone of his last word. I was most defiantly not jealous, in fact I was filled with remorse, something his pride did not help with. “It’s... uh something. I guess this means I’ll have to find another alleyway um, sorry for bothering you-” “SPAMTON.” “What?” His hand shot out towards my chest, fingers wiggling for a handshake. “SP-SPA MTON G SPAMTON, [Number 1 rated salesmen 1997]” He announced, an extra flair of bravado laced his titled. His hand was surprisingly warm for what it was made of but nothing that would be described as body temperature.  “Jenna. Also 1997.” “WHAT A YEAR. LISTEN LIGHT nER, I AM DEALSMAN [yes/no?]” “Um... y-yes? I don’t-” “THEN LET ME MAKE A DEAL YEAH? FOR ONLY [many] KROMER, YOU MAY STAY IN MY [Privately owned] ALLEY. IT’S A REAL [steal] YOU’RE ROBBING ME [deaf] HERE!” My brows furrowed as I searched his face for any context clues for what the hell he was trying to say. Kromer? What the fuck was ‘kromer’? The only thing I knew of currency down here was dark dollars not kromer... even if he did ask for dark dollars he didn’t name a price, he just said many. And the amount of dark dollars I had was zero. “Uh I don’t have kromer. I don’t even have dark dollars I’m kinda broke Spamton, in case you couldn’t tell from uh...” I trailed off realizing saying that sleeping in an alley wasn’t a very smart thing to say to someone who slept in an alley.  He seemed surprised by my words, beginning to tug on my coat, flipping my pockets to see if I was really lying. I had to push his mitts off me a couple of times, to which he eventually got the idea the way his hands began to rub at his extended jaw. “NO KROMER... WHAT CAN YOU DO?” “What do you mean?” He seemed to sense my change in tone, his grin beginning to wobble nervously “[Whoopsie daisy!] LET ME START AGAIN. DO YOU HAVE A [trade]? A [skill] TO [Exchange for goods and services]?” he croaked. I eyed the ground, rubbing the back of my neck. What the hell was I good at again? “I mean, I can draw, I suppose...” “ARTIST? WOW OWOW!” Spamton’s face lit up before digging in the dumpster, pulling out a few napkins and a ball point pen and shoving them into my hands. “WHAT A [trade] TELL YOU WHAT. YOU DRAW A [one-of-a-kind masterpiece] AND YOU CAN STAY THE NIGHT!” “You’ll let me stay... if I draw something for you on this napkin. Am I getting that right?” The doll nodded feverishly, basically hovering over my shoulder as I played with the pen. This was certainly the weirdest way to pay someone that I could imagine... well no but one that was in the realm of reality. I had to ask Spamton to give me some space a few time, the feeling of his breath on  my neck making me more then nervous as I drew. God he was like those kids in school that would ask for drawings but ten times worse with the amount of personal space he’d give you. Besides I needed something to draw and with nothing on the mind why not draw the most interesting thing in front of me. I held the finished doodle out to Spamton only to have it snatched out of my fingers so fast I swore we could have started a fire. “WOAH...” The puppet sank inside of the dumpster, his face softening  as for once in what seemed like forever the alley way grew silent. “THIS IS... ME?” “Yeah. Sorry I didn’t know what to draw, you kind of put me on the spot. Besides everyone likes drawings of themselves right?” I shrugged, being pulled away from my thoughts by an overdramatic sniffle. Was he... crying? Not quite, just damn well close. Spamton’s shoulders quaked as a warm smile returned to his cheeks, slipping the napkin into his pocket with glee. “SO GOOD... THANK YOU.” “It’s really nothing, honestly that was a pretty shitty drawing.” “WHAT? YOU’RE [&#!^]ING ME! THAT WAS [BIG SHOT]” He was screaming again, hands gesturing wildly about. “It wasn’t but thank you. I wish I was better to be honest. I’m not very happy with my art, not at all.” I turned away from his gaze, unsure of why I was overcome by a choking sensation building my throat.  Why the hell was I telling this stranger this sort of stuff anyway? I mean I could hazard a guess it was the fact that this was the longest conversation I had had with anyone since I had gotten down here but with how things were it could be some magic power the doll possessed to tell him my deepest darkest secrets. “YOU DON’T THINK THIS IS [Big?]” “No.” “WHY NOT?” “I don’t know. I just... I think it doesn’t look the way I want it to. Doesn’t look good to me, and I don’t know how to fix it. Which I guess is a little funny considering how long I’ve been drawing. Just keep... drawing and drawing and never improving, least not how I’d like. It’s just garbage to me.” Spamton’s face seemed to fall, his glasses fading to a dark inky black.  “YOU FEEL? NO GOOD AT WHAT YOU DO? YOUR [passion]?”  “Yeah.” A laugh ripped from his chest, his head lolling back with each chuckle. I felt my soul began to crack, a shame flooding my body with how hard he seemed to laugh. Did he find this funny? Humorous?  I felt tears prick my eyes as I snapped my head back to glare at him, his head glitching back to stare back at me. “YOU’RE JUST LIKE ME, JENNA. A [slime] A REAL [slime]!” With a quick motion the puppet jumped to the ground, his hand resting against my arm as he spoke.  “YOU’RE A REAL [BIG SHOT] YOU KNOW THAT? STAY AS LONG AS YOUR [Greasy little heart] DESIRES!” Well... that was unexpected. He’d really let me stay here as long as I want cause I was pathetic? Or did he just feel sorry for me? What was going on? And why was he calling me a slime... or us a slime?  “Oh... uh thanks? I didn’t think I was being  much of a big shot whatever that is but I apricate it. Really.” His head clacked with every little nod, leading me to a pile of cardboard boxes and patting them with the grace of a car salesman. “BEST [Seat in the house] ALL FOR YOU. [Night night forever]!” Spamton beamed, awkwardly swaying side to side before stumbling back to the dumpster a few inches away and crawling inside of it, much like a wild animal. I couldn’t help but laugh a little. This guy was weird. Kinda creepy but also kind of funny. I honestly couldn’t pinpoint a feeling on him but at least he didn’t want to hurt me just make weird ass deals and make me ‘big’. Did that mean famous? Was this guy so into my art he wanted to be some sort of manager? I rubbed my eyes and let out a yawn, the excitement of the day finally beginning to fade. God I forgot how tired I was, that little guy made me feel like I was gonna go into fight or flight.  “Hey Spamton?” “YES?” his voice echoed from inside the metal container. “...Thank you.”

[drakenology]

Yeah, My Boyfriend’s In A Band

guitarist!todoroki x fem!reader

summary: something straight outta wattpad! you go to a rock band’s concert and stand front row of the stage. The band’s vocalist /guitarist catches your eye and.. well, the rest is history! this is the story of how you first met.

author’s note: soooo.. how yall been? i kinda said fuck it to the schedule i made. why force myself to make content when I just can’t ya know? I’d much rather upload content when it’s at it’s best. so enjoy! I used some lyrics from some of my favorite rock songs for this, can you guess em? Also the art work above isn’t mine!

warnings: smut (duh.), drug use (weed), size kink, pinch of daddy kink, spitting, degradation

It was a hot Saturday night. You were all dressed up and excited to see your favorite heavy metal band the Diaspora play in your city. You were a huge fan, their posters adorned your bedroom walls. You’ve been a fan since they first came out as a cover band.

The members were all pretty fuckin cute, especially the band’s front man. Todoroki Shoto.

He was so handsome; black and red half and half hair, grey sullen eyes, the sexy scar on the left side of his face only adding to the edginess of his visage. His tattoos coated his left arm in a sleeve, his eyebrow pierced as well as his lower lip. He was fucking hot. Obviously not the kind of guy who would pay any attention to you right?

You threw on the Diaspora t-shirt you bought just weeks before the show and tied it in the back so it could be a little cropped and called your uber, frantically spraying perfume in a panic that you were going to be late to the concert. You ran outside, saying goodnight to your roommate as you rush out the door and jump into the car.

“Hey. I’m Shoto Todoroki and I’m the lead singer and guitarist for the band The Diaspora. Hope to see you guys at the show tonight at 8.” You hear as smoothe and sultry voice play over the radio.

You swoon and text some buddies who were also going to the show in excitement, the rush going straight to your brain in a haze as you blast some of their music in your headphones.

When you arrive to the stadium, you spot your best friend from highschool Nejire Hado. You two actually grew up together and even graduated together. It was like you two were sisters, inseparable since birth. Nejire saw you and waved excitedly, squealing with glee and motioned you to come to her spot in line.

“Y/N!!!! Over here!!” She yelled, causing you to run over and jump up and down with her.

“I can’t believe we’re finally here!” You say.

“Me either! Hey, did you hear? There’s rumor’s going around that their having an after party after the show! We have to go, Y/N please say yes.” Nejire rambled, clapping her hands with an inability to contain her excitement.

You look down at your shoes, unsure at first. What if you aren’t even allowed inside? It could be VIP only.

“Fuck it. Let’s go!” You say, causing Nejire to scream and laugh with joy.

Suddenly, the band’s security comes outside to greet the fans waiting to come inside for the show.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, please enter in a single fil-“ the poor guy couldn’t even finish his sentence before hundreds of eager fans rush past him and squeeze into the stadium doors, running as fast as the could to get to their seats.

Luckily for you and Nejire, you had front row tickets. Those days of refreshing the page for them as they sold out every second really paid off. You grab Nejire’s hand and run inside, elbowing and clawing your way through to your spot with your best friend by your side. The lights suddenly go dim and the crowd goes insane.

The show’s about to start. You heart seemed to float up into your throat as you stood sweating and nervous, Nejire screaming her head off and jumping up and down when the band came rising up from the bottom of the stage. Smoke covers them for a while until it clears and all you see is Todoroki standing above you, the real him finally being exposed to you as you gaze from the crowd.

He was even more handsome in person. Tonight he wore black jeans and a white band tank top ,showing off his muscular and tattooed arms. Chains hung on his hip and his boots as he propped his foot up on the amplifier in front of him.

“YOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” He screamed into the mic, causing the crowd to scream impossibly louder. He smirked, causing you to feel woozy just seeing him look so smug, as if he knew the effects he had on his fans.

You could’ve died right there a happy woman as the band started to play their hit single, the gritty sound of the electric guitar sending chills up your spine as you and Nejire headbang and dance to the music. You sing along to the top of your lungs, watching as Todoroki owned the stage. You gaze up at him again to see something completely and utterly unbelievable.

He was looking right at you.

You gasp, your eyes widening as you lock eyes with him. Shoto kneeled down towards you and reached his hand out to you. You almost scream and grab his tattooed hand with both of your own and smile at him, keeping your eyes focused on his. Shoto took your hand and kissed it as he sang a pretty racy part of his song to you,

“I wanna take you home.” (sleeping with sirens fans?? your nickle aint worth my dime???? NO?)

Oh. My. God

“OH MY FUCKING GOD! Y/N, HE-“ Nejire screamed, just as excited as you. You stood there shocked and flustered, staring into space. Todoroki fucking Shoto just kissed your hand. Shoto smirked and let your hand go, continuing the rest of his show in hopes you got the message. He wanted you. It was common sense that you go to the afterparty now.

The show continued for another 2 hours, Todoroki now dripping in sweat from the hot lights shining upon him and his band.

“Thank you all so much for coming out. For those invited, I’ll see you all at the afterparty! Goodnight everyone!” Todoroki bellowed to the crowd, causing them to cheer him and the band off the stage.

You stand there, high off of every guitar riff and belt from the performance feeling sad that the concert was over. But a rush of hope filled your heart in knowing that you were going to see Shoto again soon. You and Nejire walk out of the stadium hand in hand as you discussed the plan to get to the party.

“So the party is not too far from here, exactly 15 minutes away. We could totally call an uber.” Nejire explains, saying that it’s going to be held in Todoroki’s mansion.

When you both arrive at Todoroki’s Mansion your jaws drop. A huge fountain greeted your uber driver’s car, cobblestone driveways leading you towards his front door. There were hedge sculptures all over the front yard and expensive cars adorned the driveway as you and Nejire step out of the car to see the line to get into the party. Damn. More lines.

You approach the security guard; the same one from earlier that night with a nervous wave.

“U-Um excuse me sir, we’re on the list..” You said unconfidently. Nejire nervous laughed and nudged you for sounding so unsure after giving you a long confidence pep-talk in the car.

“Sorry, kiddo. I’m not seein’ an ‘Y/N’ or a ‘Nejire’. Back o’ the line, ladies.” The security guard huffed, hardly even looking at his list.

“Nah it’s cool, Ben. Let them in.” You hear a familiar voice utter before you get the chance to turn around and walk to the back of the line. Sure enough it was Todoroki standing there, joint lit and eyes hazy. Clearly stoned.

It was like he got more gorgeous as you got closer to him, your cheeks heating up as you realize you’re literally standing in front of your fucking celebrity crush. Nejire squeals and runs inside to go find the drummer and get his number, she says drummers do it harder.

Shoto took you by the hand and led you inside the rager in his foyer. The smell of beer and weed absorbs your nostrils as you walk inside with Shoto in hand, watching as Nejire talks up the drummer with ease as if she already knew him from way back when.

Todoroki sat down on the most comfortable couch you have ever sat in with you next to him, taking a big drag of his joint and motioning it towards you.

“Wanna hit? It’s not laced. Promise.” He said cooly, slowly blowing out the smoke. You take it and take a hit, coughing a little as you puff out the smoke.

Damn this must be what rich people smoke.

“Good huh? Grew it myself. Heh.” Todoroki laughed a little as he watched you take another hit.

“Shit. I didn’t introduce myself. I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you, finally.” You say, nervousness coating your tongue. Shoto gave you a warm smile, his hazy eyes gleaming in the dim lights of the room.

“Gorgeous name for a gorgeous girl.” Shoto said, kissing the same hand he did at the concert.

You heat up, your panties becoming slightly wet at him touching and kissing you. He smirked and grabbed you by your chin to make sure you look him directly into his grey orbs.

“When I saw you in the crowd, I almost couldn’t keep my eyes off you.” He said into your ear, causing your mind to block out any outside sound that wasn’t his voice. You gulp, blinking dumbly as you try to find the words to say something.

“I-I, um. Th-thank you.” You say, looking down into his lap. Shoto pulled away to smoke his joint a little more. You two talked all night, everyone around you both becoming irrelevant as you seemingly grow closer together.

Strangely, none of the rumors about Todoroki were true. He wasn’t this stuck up asshole the media made him out to be. He was calm and gentle, the sweetest guy you’ve ever had the pleasure of having a conversation with. You learned so much about him that night. He was so misunderstood.

You’re high now and completely hazy as you and Todoroki make out on the couch. You’re not sure how you two even got to this point but you loved it. One thing led to another and now you were straddling him on the couch, his hands in your back pockets as he groped and squeezed your ass.

Your lips mingled as you moan into the kiss, Todoroki’s tongue slipping into your mouth to make home of it. The kiss got so hot your pussy was sopping wet underneath your jeans as you mindlessly grind against him for some kind friction.

Todoroki pulled away and started kissing your neck, damn near ripping your clothes off in front of the entire party. You’re gasping and grabbing at his clothes, forgetting where you are as you become desperate for him. You wanted him so bad and you knew he wanted you too.

“Wanna get out of here? Go upstairs I mean.” Shoto asked, huffing into the skin of your neck as his hard dick poked at your thigh.

“God yes.” You say breathily. As soon as he got your consent he carried you upstairs, the party raising their glasses and their blunts in celebration for Todoroki getting some.

“YES! Y/N tell me everything okay!?” Nejire yelled drunkenly, pulling away from her makeout session with the band’s drummer. You giggle and wave down at her, Todoroki laughing softly as he watched the interaction between you and your best friend.

“Just so you know, princess. I’m not going to go easy on you.” Shoto said, pinning you against the hallway wall.

“I don’t want you to.” You mewl, leaning into his neck to nip at it. Shoto let out a low chuckle and nearly kicked down his bedroom door, tossing you onto his luxurious california king bed.

You take a quick look around his darkly colored room, black walls with coordinating grey funiture. Posters of his inspiration adorned his walls, almost similar to your room just $100,000 richer. He had a mirror above his bed as you look up at your reflection you see Todoroki crawl on top of you, unbuttoning and pulling your jeans off in one fell swoop.

You’re immediately embarrassed, forgetting it was laundry day at home so you threw a thong on because you didn’t have anything else to wear. It was black and lacy and oh so skimpy you quickly move your hands to cover up in shame, Shoto grabbing your wrists and pinning your hands above your head.

“Heh. How’d you know I love lace?” Shoto teased, practically salivating at the sight of your smooth legs beneath him. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?” Shoto said, running his hands along your sides as if he was a lion playing with his prey before he ate it.

You bit your lip, dripping and hungry for some kind of touch in the places you needed him most, your nipples prodding at the thin fabric of your band tee. Yeah, you forgot to wear a bra. Shoto pulled your shirt above your head, tossing it somewhere and hissing at the sight of your bare breasts.

“No bra either? Man.. it must be my birthday. I’m gonna have fun with you, princess.” Todoroki says taking a nipple into his mouth, not breaking eye contact with you as he suckled gently following with short lick causing your entire body to catch flame.

You start moaning miserably, your whole body begging him to take you. Shoto pulls away from your nipple with a light pull of his lips and slips his hand down to your slit, caressing it agonizingly slow to tease you. He takes his other hand and presses his thumb to your lips.

“Open your mouth.” He rasped. And you did, sucking on his thumb as he rested it on your tongue making Shoto moan at the sight, humming a ‘good girl’ under his breath. Shoto held your mouth open and spit, pulling you into a sloppy kiss as he plunged his thick digits into your needy hole.

You arch your back off the bed, biting down onto Shoto’s lip as he finger fucked you without mercy. Your moans filled the air, Shoto watching you intently as he took your breast into his mouth once more.

“Sho- ah! I-I’m gonna-“ You bellow, trying to hold onto something for dear life as he brought you closer and closer to your peak.

“That’s daddy to you, princess. Try again and maybe I’ll let you cum around my fingers.” Shoto hissed, slowing his pumping fingers a bit to ensure you got the point.

He was in control. You pant, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath only for it to get caught in your throat again. Desperate moans fall out of your mouth as you beg him to let you cum.

“D-Daddy!~” You gasp, Shoto leaning into your neck, his ear right next your mouth as you scream for him. You collapse into his arms, fucked out and stupid off Todoroki’s strong fingers. All those years of guitar weren’t for nothing.

“That’s it baby.. fuck, you made a mess.” Shoto cooed, slowly dragging his fingers out of you as he watched your slick stick to him sloppily. At this point, he’s so hard you can clearly see the veins in his dick jumping out of his pants, his size making you wince in pain before he even entered you.

“Think you can take all of me, princess?” Shoto asked, throwing his contricting pants and boxers somewhere across the room, releasing his impressive size for you to see. You gulp but nod, licking your lips at the sight of him.

Shoto smirked at your reaction and pumped himself a few times before teasingly tapping the head of his dick against your clit, causing you to yelp from the sensitivity of your abused core.

“Pleaseee.” You whine, Shoto grabbing you by the neck and choking you almost to tell you to shut up and be patient. He wastes no time in plunging into you, the thickness of his dick stretching your walls with a delicious sting.

You claw at his back as he bottomed out, gasping sharply as he filled you completely.

“Am I hurting you?” Todoroki asked with what little sympathy he had left in his body. You shook your head no, moaning as he stayed still inside you.

“P-P-Please move..” you mewl, chewing your bottom lip. Shoto smirked and began rutting his hips into yours at a rough pace, not really caring if you adjusted to him or not. Hard slaps and the sound of your whiny moans filled the room as the headboard of his bed slammed against the wall, probably alerting the entire party downstairs.

You’re screaming now, a moaning mess beneath him as he split you wide open. As your eyes rolled to the back of your head, Shoto throws your legs over his shoulder and starts pounding into you.

He’s going to make sure you’re unable to walk straight for the rest of the week, marking you as his.

“Fuckkk, daddy. S-Slow down.” You pleaded only for Shoto to ignore you and continue his pace, laughing at the shocked and fucked out face you were pulling.

“Told you I wasn’t taking it easy on you. Did you forget already, princess?” Shoto breathed, moving his hands to rub shallow circles into your clit.

Your toes curled up tightly as your orgasm ripped through your body, your moans reaching a cresendo as your scream Shoto’s name.

He hissed as your walls fluttered around him, your pussy gripping him tightly as he fucked into you continuosly.

“I hope you didn’t think I was through with you just because I made you cum. I’m not done yet, doll.” Shoto muttered through your pathetic whines for him to slow down.

He cooed praises at you, a “good girl” here and a “you take my dick so well” there until his thrusts got rusty and sloppy; a sign he was close to cumming.

“Shittt, where do you want me to-“

“I-Inside m-mee! Fuck, cum inside me!” You shriek. And so he did, fucking his hot stickiness into you for a while as you both moan and pant. Shoto rode out your climaxes for a while before slowly pulling himself out as he watched his cum ooze out of your abused pussy.

As Shoto flopped on the bed next to you, you both stare up at the mirror on his ceiling. You’re both sweaty and your hair was a fucking mess from being tossed around the bed for what seemed like hours.

“Shit. Probably late as fuck by now. You wanna stay the night?” Shoto asked, taking your hand and famously kissing it once more. You smile and nod, unable to form coherent sentences as you feel yourself doze off.

Todoroki jumps from his bed and opened the door, screaming from the top of the stairs, “Oi! All you motherfuckers can fuck off home!Party’s over!” You laugh and throw a pillow at him.

“Don’t be so mean, Sho. Uh.. C-Can I call you Sho?” You ask embarrassed.

“You keep fucking me like that you can call me whatever you want, angel.” Shoto groans, grabbing you by your face and kissing you sweetly.

“Honestly, I wanna go again. You down?”

[rattyoakenbitch]

youtubers: “don’t touch her” ₊˚ ⸝  corpse husband x reader

❝i don't wanna think about, think about you. drink up, drink up i'm so fucked up, all i want is you.❞

gif credit: n/a song: lykke li - sex money feelings die

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pairings: corpse husband x reader

warnings: angst, cursing, drinking, smoking, violent language, and minor mentions of anxiety.

summary: i can’t make summaries rn hhh just read it (:

“Sean, there is no way in hell I’m going!”

“Oh, come on, Y/N. It’ll be fun!”

“That’s what you always say!”

“Ugh, you and Corpse are so stubborn. At least I was able to convince him to show up! You know what you need? To get out of the house more often and come hang with us.”

“Uh huh, yeah, y’all have fun, I got some stuff to finish.”

“Yeah? Like what? Your ten hour nap?”

“HEY! Excuse me -”

“7PM, [club address], you’re showing up.”

“Sean - !”

With that, Sean hung up. You let out an exasperated huff, crossing your arms and pouting like a toddler who was just denied a toy. You were invited, or more accurrately forced to celebrate whatever the hell Sean and his friends achieved. With lives like theirs, it seemed like there was always something to celebrate. 

You, on the other hand.. Well, you were just little old you. You met Sean by mere chance. It’s a very long story, but you shared some things in common, like your love for video games. However, that was about the only thing you could relate to with Sean and his little friend circle. You were more passionate about writing, as well as reading short horror stories. 

Now, that’s where you clicked with Corpse Husband. 

He was an underrated YouTuber, whose main uploads were narration videos on creepypastas and horror stories. That’s until he blew up with his Among Us gameplays, collaborating with big names like PewDiePie, Jacksepticeye, and CrankGamePlays (EEF!!!).

You met over an Among Us stream with said YouTubers and immediately hit it off. You shared a dark sense of humor, love for horror, and music. You knew of Corpse before, but only then did you discover that he produced music, which you absolutely enjoyed (and blasted in your house for days on end).

When you found out you lived not even twenty minutes away from each other, you’d occasionally meet up, mostly at his house considering he only went out once in a blue moon. You’d sometimes even spend the night at his place, staying up late, gazing up at the stars, getting deep into conversation and opening up about things you never blurted out to people. But when you were with Corpse, everything just came naturally. You felt safe with him, and hopefully, he felt the same. 

Night approached, the clock striking 5PM. You figured you’d get ready since Sean was dead set on you coming to the party. You showered, did a minimalist glossy makeup look, and chose an outfit, which consisted of a half neon green and black skirt that stopped mid thigh, and an oversized distressed band tee which you tucked into your belt. You slipped on a pair of ripped, striped thigh-highs with mismatched colors, (white stripes on one and neon blue on the other), and your platform boots that made you look like a Bratz Doll. You didn’t bother with your tangled hair. You teased it with a brush but didn’t put any effort into styling it, since it’d get messy anyways. To finish your look, you clipped on a choker and dangled a couple of layered chains around your neck.

Corpse would tease you, saying you had a “dog collar”, but you knew he secretly liked it.

All dolled up and ready to go, you hopped into your car and followed the GPS to the address Sean sent you. Drunk couples stumbled out of the club, dates headed inside, and old wasted guys were thrown out. Oh boy, you were not ready for this.

You were the anxious, anti social type. Not because it was edgy or cool, but you simply didn’t know how to handle social situations. However, it comforted you to know Corpse would be there by your side so you didn’t need to chat and flirt with strangers. 

It’s not like you wanted to meet anybody new, anyways. Though nobody was aware of it, you had feelings for Corpse. Cliche, right? You knew you shouldn’t have, but you developed feelings for him. It made you feel strange and weird, considering you haven’t caught feelings in a while.

You came up with the bright idea of slowly drifting away from Corpse to maybe help de-escalate these feelings, but you were going to run into him at the club, so what the heck.

You headed inside, your eyes scanning the crowd and pushing through, searching for your friend group. You spent a couple minutes cluelessly looking around the club, but to no avail. Then, it was as if a light bulb clicked on over your head; you never thought to phone Sean.

“Ugh, I’m so stupid.” You reached into your purse to get ahold of your phone when a pair of strong, manly hands and cold metal which you assumed to be rings wrapped around your shoulders, gripping you tightly. 

“Boo!” 

You felt your heart stop and ran out of the man’s grasp, spinning around to look at who it was.

“Oh, did I scare you?” 

The man’s deep, monotone voice rumbled above the sound of the music and shouts. Then you recognized that unique and distinctive voice. 

“Corpse!! What the hell?”

His nose and jaw was covered by a black mask, with a print that looked like Frank from Donnie Darko, which was also Corpse’s signature look, seen in his channel art. 

Despite Corpse being a faceless YouTuber, only very few people have seen his face, including you and Glam&Gore who he featured in his narration videos. You thought he was very handsome, his baritone voice matching his appearance. You had to admit, you were a little disappointed he chose to wear a mask. You loved seeing his facial expressions, especially his precious smile that would light up the room when he’d let out little fits of laughter. But you got over it and respected the fact that he wanted to remain anonymous.

“You dickhead,” you scoffed, smacking Corpse lightly on the shoulder. Corpse towered over you, looking admittedly both intimidating and seductive. If you were a stranger, you’d probably be running off, but you weren’t scared of Corpse. He was a big softie and a teddy bear.

Corpse chuckled lowly, slinging his arm over your shoulder and leading you to Sean’s group. He was protective like that, even if you were just friends. Now you could see why Sean, at one point, speculated that you and Corpse had a thing going on. 

“So, Sean forced you to tag along, too?”

“Pfft, yeah, that’s Sean for you.”

“Hey, there’s my favorite couple,” Sean joked, patting your shoulder. You rolled your eyes at his drunk antics.

“Shut up, don’t make me choke you like I hate you,” you mocked in return, eliciting a fit of laughter from the group. 

“Remind me to never hang out with you losers again,” Corpse mumbled sarcastically under his breath.

The night went by in a flash. Sean, Thomas, Felix, and everyone else was blackout drunk. Luckily, Mark was there to assist them. Since Mark couldn’t drink, he would be the designated driver that night. Corpse hung out by himself, sometimes getting approached by women who he politely turned down.

You, on the other hand, were downing alcohol like your life depended on it. For you, it would take more than the average number of drinks for you to get wasted.

“Y/N, don’t you think you should slow down?” Corpse questioned cautiously, resting a hand on the small of your back.

“Does it really look like I’m thinking right now?” you drunkenly slurred, following with a giggle. You waved to the bartender, calling for another shot, which he slid over to you, but not without hesitating after noticing your state. You pushed Corpse off of you, probably more harshly than you intended, and took the shot. 

“Okay, Y/N, fuck this, I’m taking you to my place. We can’t stay here and you certainly can’t drive back home when you’re drunk,” Corpse scowled, stepping closer to you. Again, you shoved him back.

“No.. No..” You sighed, holding your pounding head in your hand. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what? Y/N, you’re drunk -”

“I’m not letting you of all people take me.”

Corpse blinked. “What does that mean?” He knew you were drunk, of course, and you were probably just blurting nonsense.

All of a sudden, tears escaped your eyes, racing down your blushy cheeks.

“No.. I’m so sorry. It’s my fault.” You began to shake and tremble as tears started to uncontrollably spill down your face. Corpse didn’t waste another second to take you in his arms, hushing you. “Your hugs are so warm.. I hate it. I hate feeling this way. It’s all my fault.”

“What did you do, sweetheart? You can tell me.”

Your heart ached when you heard his pet name for you.

“I think I may like you more than you like me.. I-I didn’t mean to! Please don’t leave me. You’re all I have,” you sobbed into his white tee, clinging onto him. “I love you so fucking much, it hurts. I shouldn’t have!”

Corpse stopped for a moment, processing your words.

You.. felt the same?

Corpse had to tell you. You were drunk, but he needed you to know. 

“Y/N, I -”

Suddenly, you had a moment of clarity. Realizing how close you were to Corpse, you backed away, wiping away the mascara tears under your eyes.

“I - I think I had too much to drink.. I just need a smoke..” 

Without giving Corpse the chance to protest, you ran off into the crowd, struggling your way through. 

Corpse began to get worried when you didn’t come back. He waited impatiently on the barstool where you left him, anxiously playing with his rings.

He was just about to get up and look for you, when he caught a glimpse of you stumbling out the exit with another man who guided you, gripping your arm tightly.

Corpse fumed, his face going red and heartbeat speeding up. He went after you, knowing damn well you didn’t know this man. 

The man took you to his car, placing you atop the trunk, your legs dangling over the edge. He stepped in between your legs, caressing your face. Everything was a blur. If your mind was clear, you wouldn’t be stupid enough to trust this random guy, who was probably ten years older than you. 

“You’re too pretty to be crying,” he whispered, leaning in closer to your face, until a yell stopped him from proceeding any further.

“Hey, asshole, she’s drunk! Don’t you fucking touch her!”

“C-Corpse?” You hiccuped, hopping off the trunk to get a look at the approaching figure. It was indeed Corpse. His eyebrows were pressed together angrily at the sight.

“You know this dude?” the man said loudly and smugly, just to get a reaction from Corpse. “Relax, my man, I’m just tryna take this pretty girl home.”

“Well this pretty girl happens to be mine, and I won’t let you take advantage of her,” Corpse growled. 

You stood by the stranger, clinging to him as you watched Corpse’s face twist into an expression of heartbreak when you didn’t budge. He then noticed the bruises around your arms and wrist, supposedly from the man’s strong grip. He was unbelievably furious. 

“Ha, doesn’t look like she’s your girl anymore.” The man’s lips twisted upwards into a devilish smirk, only pissing Corpse off some more. Oh boy, was he ready to snap. He reached into his pocket, when..

“Wait,” you managed to slur out, breaking up the argument. You reached out towards Corpse like a child. His facial expression immediately softened. He gave you a loving smile and immediately took you into his arms, holding you protectively. 

“Now, I suggest you get in your car and never come back,” Corpse threatened.

“Oh, yeah? Or what? I’ll kill you and take your girl, you motherfucker!”

Without hesitation, Corpse took out his switchblade, looking the man in his eyes.

“Say that again?”

You watched as the stranger’s whole tough act fell apart. Without another word, he ran to the driver’s side of his car, fumbling with his keys. 

“Yeah, that’s right,” Corpse mumbled, not taking his eyes off the man until he reached his own car. You held his hand the whole way, processing what had just happened. Corpse noticed your distant expression. You got into his car, shutting the door and slumping back into your seat. He tore off his mask, taking in deep breaths to calm himself. Then he looked back to you. 

“Princess?”

You looked to Corpse, your eyes teary. “Hey, Corpse.” You didn’t seem to be as drunk, your mind a lot clearer after the incident. “D-Did you mean anything you said back there? About the..”

“About you being my girl?” 

Corpse took your hand in his, squeezing it comfortingly. He leaned forward and cupped your face with his free hand. “Absolutely.” 

With that, you leaned towards him, hesitantly pressing your lips to his. Your lips tasted of alcohol, but Corpse didn’t care. He was admittedly taken back, his breath hitching, but he released the tension from his body and kissed you back, pulling you over to the driver’s seat atop him. There wasn’t much space, forcing you to press closer to Corpse, deepening the kiss. 

Still being a bit drunk, you were clumsy and kind of ‘out of it’. 

“I’d hold onto something if I were you,” Corpse mumbled, breaking the kiss momentarily to guide your hands to grip his shoulders. But you were impatient and reconnected your lips with his, no doubt causing him to blush even more than he already was.

You couldn’t help yourself and giggled into the kiss, causing Corpse to chuckle along with you, departing from the kiss again and resting his forehead against yours.

“I’m sorry, you’re just so fucking adorable when you giggle.” 

You hummed in response, offering Corpse an innocent grin as you pecked all over his face. 

“I’m so glad you’re mine.”

[icerosecrystal]

Daminette - How to Fail Being a Parent 101

(3rd Person POV)

Marinette Dupain-Cheng. The girl that went from having everything to nothing. At least, that’s what it felt like right now. She still had Jagged and Penny, supporting her. But her parents threw her out of the house after the believed Lila’s lies. The shiny new thing over their daughter! Her friends also thought of her as a bully. At the age of 17, Marinette had no friends and no family. But little did she know that everything was soon going to change for her.

(Edna Mode’s POV)

Enda Mode was a great designer. But, she wanted, no needed an apprentice to carry her legacy. When Jagged Stone, along with his assistant Penny and Clara, told her of their designer MDC, she was ecstatic. And her designs were beautiful. Yes, MDC had the right amount of talent to be Edna’s apprentice. All she had to was find her.

She was walking to the bakery in Paris, where Jagged said his niece would most likely be. She arrived at the bakery and opened the door walking inside. There were two people inside. She asked them, “Hello, darlings. Do you, by any chance, know where Marinette is?”

She watched as both of the people stiffened, and then the female replied, “No, we used to be her parents, but we no longer consider her a daughter!”

Edna was confused by that. As far as Jagged said, Marinette’s parents had a good relationship with her. So what changed? She then once more asked, “Do you where I might be able to find her, darlings?”

Marinette’s supposed mother grew angry, “Who cares where she is! And if you’re trying to find her. You must be one of the bad influences that Lila was talking about, so get out of our bakery!”

Edna huffed and turned on her heel, walking out of the bakery door. Once she was outside, she pulled out her phone and called Jagged. “Jagged, I tried to go to the bakery, but her parents said that they kicked her out. Or at least they implied it by saying that she was no longer their daughter.”

“What?! That’s so not rock-and-roll! Hmm, well, Marinette did buy a safe house. If I remember correctly, the address is nineteen dauphin bleu. Good luck, and let me know when you find her.”

“Sure sure, darling,” Edna replied before ending the phone call. She quickly went to the address in hopes of finding her.

(Marinette’s POV)

Marinette was not sulking! She swears she isn’t! She’s just sad that her parents didn’t believe her. And hadn’t been doing anything for the past two days other than eating and watching shitty rom-coms… Okay, maybe she was sulking. But could you blame her! Her parents believed a liar over her, plus she had shitty coping skills with Hawkmoth still around. Before Hawkmoth, she would have cried for hours on end while eating strawberry ice cream. Now, she couldn’t do that at risk of an akumatization, and she was Ladybug. Fuck Hawkmoth, fuck Lila, fuck her stupid hormones.

The doorbell then rang. Marinette dragged herself to the door, not stopping to look through the peek hole. She regretted that because once she opened the door, on the other side, she found THE EDNA MODE. Marinette jumped in surprise and started to try and fix her appearance while rambling, “Oh my god, you’re Edna Mode. I’m so sorry! I didn’t know it was going to be you at the door! Otherwise, I would have made myself more presentable! Oh my god, it’s you!!! Most consider you better than Audrey Bourgeois, Style Queen herself. It is such an honor.”

Edna cut off Marinette’s rambling with a hand to her shoulder, “Please, darling, the pleasure all mine. I’m so happy to meet the famous MDC that Jagged, Clara, and Penny have been telling me so much about.” At hearing those words, Marinette looked seconds from passing out.

Edna followed Marinette to the couch and told her, “Now, I went to your parent’s bakery, but they said that they were no longer your parents. So, I want you to tell Auntie Edna everything! Okay?”

Marinette nodded, still in shock. She quickly shook her head to clear her head and then went on to explain about Lila. “There was this girl that came to my school three years ago. She claimed that she had an amazing life. And it would have been believable if all the things that she mentioned weren’t false. For example, she said that Jagged Stone wrote a song for her when she saved his cat from an airport runway. Jagged never had a cat. Civilians aren’t allowed on airport runways. And she’s making Jagged look like a pedophile, she’s underage, and he’s an adult. If she continues claiming this, Jagged could go to jail. There are a lot more unbelievable claims that she makes. Anyways, I knew she was lying, so I tried to disprove her lies. But, she covered it up. I went to the bathroom to cool down. Lila then came inside and confronted me, saying that she would take all my friends away. I didn’t think she would do it, I mean, I had faith in my friends.” Marinette’s voice cracked, and she started sobbing.

Edna waited for Marinette to continue talking. Marinette inhaled sharply and then continued, “My friends believed her over me. They knew me so much longer. But they picked the shinier thing. They bullied me every day, and Lila told them that I was bullying her. She made them beat me up, steal, and destroy my stuff. I thought that my parents would at least support me, but no, the wish of them supporting me was too much to ask. My parents also believed Lila over their daughter. THEIR DAUGHTER!!! They raised me, loved me, and then they believe someone else over me. At first, they started neglecting me, but then Lila came over one day and told them that I had given her death threat. After that, they kicked me out. I didn’t tell anyone not to feel weak. Now, here I am.”

Marinette finished talking and cried, letting loose all of the tears she had been holding in, but she then stopped. Enda looked at Marinette and told her something that shocked the daylights out of her, “Just because your Ladybug, that doesn’t mean you can’t let loose your emotions. If you bag all of it up, you will be at a larger risk of an akumitization. But, if you let your emotions out little by little, you won’t be as subjected to an akumitization.”

Marinette started stammering out excuses, shocked that Edna had figured it out, “O-oh I’m not Ladybug, I-i’m too clumsy to be her. L-ladybug has to be someone a-amazing to do what she d-does.”

Before she could continue, Edna held up her hand, effectively shutting Marinette up. “Marinette, darling, you don’t have to lie to me. Only an idiot would not be able to figure out your Ladybug. You look so much like her. (I did watch the NY special. And they did say that the magic of the miraculous is interfering with finding the identity of the heroes. But let’s pretend that the magic isn’t interfering, and everyone is just clueless. Well, they are clueless, but more clueless if possible.) Anyways, the reason that I was seeking you out in the first place was that I wanted you to be my apprentice. Would you like that?”

Marinette nodded, unable to speak. It was like a dream come true to her. When she rejected Audrey’s offer for an internship, she still had a reason to stay in Paris. Now that she had nothing left, this was the perfect way for her to get a new start, to leave her old life behind. Plus, who in their right mind would turn down being the apprentice of Edna Mode. Not an intern, an apprentice.

Edna clapped her hands together after Marinette gave her consent for being an apprentice. “That’s great, darling. Go pack everything you need. We’re leaving tomorrow at 6:00 AM.”

Marinette nodded, “Where will we be living?”

“Gotham City, New Jersey.”

(Time skip of a year)

(Edna’s POV)

It had been a year since Edna had gone to France to seek out Marinette or MDC. Since then, they moved to Gotham City, and Marinette made a name for herself there. She was an incredibly talented and a hard worker. She worked well under pressure and took criticism well. A lot of times, Marinette’s designs would bypass even her own. It would surprise Edna, but she was proud of her little coccinelle. She wanted to adopt Marinette, but she first wanted Marinette’s approval. For all Edna knew, Marinette wouldn’t want to have a parent figure again after what happened with her parents. Even if Edna didn’t adopt Marinette, she wanted Marinette to be the heir to Mode companies.

Today, Edna was meeting up with Bruce Wayne. He wanted him and his sons to get some suits, so today was the fitting. Marinette was with another client today so, she wouldn’t be meeting them. She heard the doorbell rang. That must be them, she thought. She opened the gates for them to enter the premises. A minute later, they were knocking on the front door. She let them in. When Edna saw them, she huffed at the height of all of the Wayne boys.

She went up to Bruce and beckoned him to bend down. Once he did saw, she greeted him with a kiss to each cheek and exclaimed “, Darling, I’m so glad that could make it. It’s so nice to see you and the rest of your boys.”

Bruce cleared his throat, “It’s nice to see you too, Edna. So, are we just doing measurements today, or are you also going to give us a design for the suits?”

“Ah, Bruce dear,” Edna started, “Art takes time. Plus, my amazing new apprentice will be designing your suits.”

Dick and Jason started laughing. “Look Bruce,” Dick guffawed, “She’s pulling a Bruce.” Tim laughed along with the other two, while Damian looked to be seconds away from smiling.

Bruce sighed, rubbing his forehead, “I’m sorry about them, Edna. You would think that a grown 30-year-old man would have some respect. I swear he has the maturity of a five-year-old.”

Edna waved him off, “Ah, it’s no harm done, Bruce. Dick is also right. I fully plan to adopt my apprentice. I only need her approval before I do so. I mean, she did turn eighteen only recently.”

Bruce looked shocked at this revelation, as did his sons, who were joking, not thinking in the slightest that it could be true. The great Edna Mode had never taken in an apprentice in her life, nor would she ever think of adopting someone. It was so out of character for her. “What happened to the girl that you feel this way,” Bruce asked.

Edna sighed, “Other than being a brilliant designer, who designs could rival my own, my little coccinelle has had a hard life. There was a girl who lied about her. This girl made all of her friends bully and isolate her. The worst part was when my coccinelle’s parents believed the liar over their daughter. They threw her out. When I heard about her designing from Jagged Stone and Clara Nightingale, I went to Paris to seek her out. When I went to her bakery, her parents were rude. I called and asked Jagged where she could be. He gave me her address. When I went there, she was a mess. I offered her the apprenticeship, she accepted. And a year later, here we are.”

The Wayne’s looked shocked at this. They then snapped out of it and, Edna then took their measurement and took note of any extra preferences they might have. She also asked what color they wanted for the suit jacket, shirt, and pants. Edna then asked whether they preferred a bow tie or a necktie. Finally, she asked what color they wanted the lining of their suits to be.

On their way out, Bruce asked Edna, “Would you and your apprentice like to come to the Wayne gala in return for making the suits in such short notice. Oh, and it is in two weeks.” Edna agreed and saw them out. Once they left, she sighed deeply. She then smiled to herself, thinking about Marinette’s reaction to the gala and having to design Wayne’s suits.

(Marinette’s POV)

Marinette was having a mental breakdown. WHY? Because Edna decided that having Marinette design Wayne’s suits was a good idea, as was going to Wayne Gala. So right now, Marinette was having a meltdown. And what was Edna doing? She was watching Marinette become a stuttering mess and trying to figure out how she was going to do something like this.

“Marinette, calm down! Just do your best and, you’ll figure the rest out,” Edna told her.

Marinette nodded and went to her room to start planning the designs and creating them. For almost two weeks, she worked tirelessly on end to complete the designs, and make a dress for herself. And by the day before the gala, Marinette had completed the suits. Alfred came to Edna’s manor to get them for the Waynes.

Once Alfred picked them up, Edna went to Marinette’s room and knocked. Once Marinette said to come in, Edna opened the door and walked in. Marinette looked at Edna, wondering why she was here. But, she then asked a question that Marinette so happy, “My little coccinelle, would you like it if I adopted you?”

Marinette couldn’t answer from happiness. Instead, she jumped on Edna with tears in her eyes and kept on chanting, “Yes, yes, yes!” They both sat like that until Marinette fell asleep, happy that they were now legally going to be family.

On the day of the Wayne gala, Marinette wore a burgundy dress with silver details on the upper part of the dress. She wore silver shoes that had a glass flower on the toes and a silver handbag. Marinette, also matching silver earrings and a necklace. She decided to let her hair loose into beautiful waves.

Edna wore a simple black dress with some white pearl details along with a black handbag with silver and black shoes.

They then left for the Wayne gala. Once they arrived at the Wayne gala, they spotted the Wayne’s wearing Marinette’s amazing designs.

Once the Waynes spotted Edna, they walked over in hopes of meeting her apprentice. Edna saw them coming and Marinette to them. “Boys, this is my apprentice Marinette Mode. Marinette, this is Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian.”

“Wait, so you legally adopted her?” Tim asked.

“Yes, I did, yesterday,” Edna replied.

Marinette smiled brightly at the Waynes and said, “It’s nice to meet you all. I hope that you like the suits that I made.” The Wayne’s gave their gratitude for the suits. They then all dispersed, except for Damian. He was still staring at Marinette, as Marinette was staring at him. They both started talking at the same time,

“Hi, it’s nice-”

“Hey, I rea-”

They both laughed, and Marinette said, “You go first.”

“I was going to tell you how fond I am of this suit. You did an acceptable job.”

“Thank you,” Marinette muttered, “I was going to say that it’s nice to meet you. So tell me about yourself.”

And the pair went on to talking about anything and everything together. Marinette couldn’t keep her eyes off of him. How his beautiful tan skin glistened in the light. How soft his dark, silky hair looked, and his eyes. Oh, his eyes were the best part, a perfect balance between jade and emerald green, giving it a shine, but not making it look toxic. He was so handsome. As she continues talking with him, she realized, she liked him, she wanted him to kiss her, hold her. But they had just met. Little did she know that Damian had similar thoughts running through his head.

(3rd person POV)

Damian thought that Marinette was absolutely beautiful with her silky raven hair. Her pink pouty lips along with her glistening bluebell eyes. Her fair skin was showered with little freckles that made her even prettier. Words could not describe how beautiful she was.

From an outside view, Marinette and Damian were looking like lovesick fools. Laughing, talking, never leaving each other’s side. By the end of the night, they separated with each other’s phone number, and a promise to meet again for a date.

(Time Skip of three months)

(Marinette POV)

It had been three months since the gala. The day after the gala, Damian took her to Gotham park for a nice picnic. On their second date, they went to the rooftop of one of Bruce’s buildings and watched the sunset from there. Their third date was the date where Damian asked Marinette if she would like to be his girlfriend. He took her to an expensive restaurant and after they walked on the pier. There he took out a necklace with a silver chain and “I love you for always and forever” written on it. The pendant was in the shape of a heart.  He gave it to her as he asked her to be his girlfriend. She jumped on him kissing him with so much force and passion and then pulled away, breathing out a, “Yes!”

Since then, they had been inseparable. Damian and Marinette told each other everything. Well, almost everything, she still hadn’t told Damian about being Ladybug. And Marinette knew he was also hiding something the way he would get bruises for no reason. She didn’t know what he was hiding until she stumbled across something when she was at the Manor one day.

She had gotten lost again. The Wayne Manor was huge. Marinette knew she was going to get lost, but she always had someone to help her. Marinette then heard some noises. She stumbled towards the noise. The sight that she was met with made her head throb. There in front of her were the occupants of the house. But not as the Wayes. No, they were there as the Bat-Family. The Waynes were the BAT FAMILY! Of course, she would end up falling in love with a vigilante.

Once they caught sight of her, all noises ceased. They didn’t do anything until Damian let out a feeble, “Beloved?”

Marinette turned her attention to Damian, “When were you going to tell me about this? And no, I am not mad. But you should have TOLD me. I shouldn’t have had to find out by myself.”

Damian sighed and told her, “I didn’t want to endanger your life.”

She snorted, “Yeah, like I don’t do that daily.”

“What?!” Everyone screamed at the implications that she was giving.

“Yup, I’m a hero from Paris. Tikki, Spots on!” She then transformed into Ladybug. Once Marinette transformed, she looked at the opened mouth vigilantes. “In Paris, my old partner and I protect the citizens from a guy named Hawkmoth, who preys off of people’s emotions to turn them into his minions, I’ve been fighting him for about four years now. I did send a message to the Justice League, but Green Lantern told me to stop prank calling. I’ve been fighting him by myself for two years because my old partner was harassing me.” She then went on to explain different akumitizations and went more in-depth about her powers.

“Spot off”, she said. She held her hand out and let Tikki sit in it, “This is my kwami Tikki, she is the one who lets me turn into Ladybug.” Everyone, surprisingly, took her reservations well.

By the end, Batman told her, “We would like to help you defeat Hawkmoth. We can start by uncovering who he is. We can do that by taking his voice and running it through some voice scanners until we find a match.” Marinette nodded, happy that they were getting somewhere.

She pulled up a video of Hawkmoth speaking while telling Batman, “By the way, Mom’s going to be here in ten minutes.”

They looked at her, bewildered, “What do you mean?”

She rolled her eyes and handed them her phone with the recording, “What I mean is that she knows that you are the Bat-Family. She figured it out like she figured out my identity.” They all nodded, dumbfounded that someone knew their identity.

Tim or Red Robin ran the voice through the scanners before they found a match. “Gabriel Agreste”, Marinette breathed, “I suspected him before, but he got akumatized. He must have akumatized himself to throw off suspicion.”

That’s when Edna arrived, “Did you figure out Hawkmoth’s identity”, Edna asked. Marinette nodded and pointed to the screen. Edna looked at it and scoffed, “Of course it’s Gabriel. I always knew he was a psychopath!” Marinette started laughing at Edna’s reaction and hugged her. Edna’s face softened, and she stroked Marinette’s hair lightly.

The bat family watched the scene with growing bewilderment. Damian cleared his throat, bringing the attention to him. “As much as I love to see how much my angel’s and Mode’s relationship is growing, we have more pressing matters. How are we going to catch Hawkmoth.”

Marinette thought about it before saying, “A distraction.” She turned to Edna, “Mom, you are going to set up a meeting with Gabriel and distract him. While you’re doing that, we’ll break into the house and go to his hideout. Actually”, she turned to Tim,“ Tim, could you look into the security cameras and see if there is any footage of him disappearing in some way. Or could you get a layout of the house?”

“Done and done,” Tim answered. They watched Gabriel push three specific buttons on Emile’s portrait, which Marinette took note of. They then saw him disappear underneath the ground. Tim pulled the layout of the house up. “This is the layout, based on it, we can conclude that he was going to the room beneath the house.”

Marinette nodded her head, “Okay, this is perfect. Once we sneak in there, we’ll look around, gather some evidence, and then sneak up on Gabriel and take the brooch from him.”

Everyone cheered and then left to do their own thing. Damian stopped Marinette from leaving. He pulled her to him and said in a sexy, gruff voice, “I’m glad that I know every part of you now.” He then dove for her lips, prompting a squeak from Marinette. After a few seconds, she relaxed in the kiss, pulling Damian closer by wrapping her arms around his neck. He put one hand around her waist, and the other one was in her sweet-smelling raven hair. The kiss felt amazing. His warm, soft lips against her luscious, sweet ones. Her lips tasted sweet like sugar, making Damian want to kiss her longer and harder. But, humans need to breathe. They pulled away panting heavily, faces flushed in passion. They stared into each other’s eyes for a little bit before kissing each other once more, this one being chaste rather than hot and heavy. They then let each other go and went to prepare for the demise of Hawkmoth.

The next day, they followed through with the plan. Edna first entered the house and talked loudly to Gabriel, demanding that he bring his son and Natalie to the meeting so that they can all catch up. Once the occupants of the Agreste household were out of the way, Ladybug and the Bats made their way to the picture of Emile. There they pressed the exact buttons and went underneath the house. There they found hundreds of white butterflies along with a horrifying sight. Emilie Agreste being preserved in a coffin and in what looked like to be a coma. Marinette was convinced that she could heal Emilie, went up to the coffin, and set to work. She closed her eyes and put her hands to the outside of the coffin. She then let her power flow through her body until they were at her hands. She then kept her glowing hands to the coffin until she heard a cough. She opened her eyes to find Emilie sitting up, looking around in shock, “Where’s my husband?” she asked, “Where’s Adrien?”

Marinette put her hand to Emile’s shoulder, “We’ll explain everything to you after ma'am. But, we first need to do something.” She walked over to the platform and rose herself to the upper floor, along with everyone else. She then saw Edna, Gabriel, Adrien, and Natalie already there. Everyone positioned themselves and got ready to attack. At the count of three, everyone moved. Marinette grabbed the brooch from Gabriel, Bruce grabbed the peacock brooch from Natalie, and Damian grabbed the ring from Adrien. The Agreste’s and Natalie turned to the heroes in anger, but then froze when they caught sight of Emilie.

Emilie, now understanding that her family must have done something bad, for these people to take away their miraculous, started sobbing. Marinette went up to her and comforted her while telling her everything that she missed. Edna called the police, while the Bat-Family made sure that not of the Agreste’s nor Natalie escaped.

(3rd person POV)

When the police arrived, they were surprised to find that designer Gabriel Agreste, his son, and his assistant were guilty of the terrorism in Paris. They were going to jail. Then, reporters arrived, broadcasting the defeat of Hawkmoth to the world, but then Gabriel said something that made some happy, while it froze the blood in many others, “Lila Rossi was also part of this! She was an accomplice to my schemes! Lila was trying to push Marinette Dupain-Cheng to an akumitization because I realized how powerful of an Akuma Marinette would become. So Lila went to great length to make her suffer, but then she left Paris, and I wasn’t able to akumatize her. If you should be arresting anyone else, it should be Lila Rossi!”

In her house, a liar was growing pale as the authorities banged on her door. When she didn’t open up, they kicked down the door and arrested her. Lila then let out a scream that the whole world would have heard.

When the government saw that two accomplices for Hawkmoth were in the same class from Francios Dupont Highschool, they had to school investigated. They investigated both the principal and Madame Bustier. They found out that both would take bribes and were enablers. They then investigated the students in Madame Bustier’s class. They found that the students were being sued which wasn’t that bad. But, they were being sued for slander, defamation, and more, by not only Edna Mode but also Bruce Wayne. The government looked at security cameras and found many forms of breaking and entering, abuse, bullying, and found many forms of slander online. All of the students along with the teacher and principal were going to have to serve jail time. But, it would be nowhere as long as Lila’s, Adrien’s, Natalie’s, or Gabriel’s jail time.

(Marinette POV)

Marinette was staying in the Grand Hotel when her ex-parents came knocking at her door. They were all smiles, “Marinette, now that we know that we actually raised you right, you can come home with us!”

Marinette just scowled back at them, “As much as I appreciate the offer, you aren’t my guardians anymore. Edna Mode adopted me and I am legally Marinette Mode. Have a good day!” She then slammed the door shut in their faces. She leaned her head against the door and sighed deeply.

She felt a pair of arms wrap around her and kiss her neck gently, “You going to be okay?”

Marinette turned around and smiled at him, “Yeah, I am.”

Five hours later, when Marinette turned on the news, it showed Tom Dupain and Sabine Cheng going to jail. They were charged for child neglecting and abuse. Marinette shook her head, chuckling, knowing that it was Damian who did this. She inhaled deeply, oh well, all’s well that ends well.

(Time Skip of 15 years)

A thirty-three-year-old Marinette put the baby in her hands down in the crib. After everything that happened in Paris, Damian and Marinette had continued dating. Damian proposed on their one-year anniversary and the got married a year later. They now had an 11-year-old daughter named Amira Beth Wayne, a 6-year-old boy Grayson Abbas Wayne, and 1-year-old Sadiya Cathy Wayne. Marinette was now the CEO of Mode Companies, while Damian ran Wayne Enterprises along with Tim as Co-CEOs. As Marinette looked at her children she couldn’t believe that she managed to have such a good life. She felt Damian behind her so she leaned back into him. He kissed the back her head and whispered huskily in her ear, “I love you and I promise that I and the kids will be by your side. Forever and always.”

Marinette snuggled into Damian and squeezed his hand whispering, “Forever and always.”

[sapphirelass]

Deal? - Remus LupinxDaughter!Reader

Hi! :)

Deal? (Part 1) | Oh, darling... (Part 2) | I’ll be by your side (Part 3) 

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Please note:

1: I don’t own any of the gifs used, nor any already established characters, so credit to the authors and original creators - You have done a phenomenal job :)

2: English is not my native language, as I was born and raised in Sweden. I have, however, studied English for almost a decade, so I don’t think it’ll be a problem, I just thought I’d let you know ;)

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You probably already knew this, but still XD

(Y/N) - Your name

(Y/N/N) - Your nickname

(Y/H/L) - Your hair length

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I swear, my next story won’t be about Umbridge XD

Word count: ≈ 2300

Warnings: Umbridge, angst, slight swearing

Enjoy!

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“I do not wish to criticise the ways of the school, however you have been exposed to some rather irresponsible wizards in this class, very irresponsible indeed - not to mention” the toadlike professor threw a dark glance at a sandy haired student and smirked evilly, “extremely dangerous half breeds”.

The student in question raised her hand angrily, and glared at Professor Umbridge. “Yes?” the teacher smiled sweetly, “miss… Lupin, am I correct?”

“Yes, (Y/N)!” she began, “but that’s besides the point. Look, I know what you’re doing, but Professor Lupin was the best DADA teacher we’ve ever had, and I’d be more than happy to bet everything I own on that being quite a common opinion in this classroom!”

Most of her fellow classmates nodded furiously, and the young girl turned her head towards her professor, who immediately cleared her throat and declared: “Well, I’m afraid simply being a beloved teacher doesn’t really matter, dear.  Werewolves are still extremely dangerous creatures. They are beasts that are undeserving of respect and that should not be allowed to be part of our fine wizard community. They are uncontrollable, and highly likely to injure or possibly kill young witches and wizards, including their own children.”

She flashed a cruel, yet pleased, smirk as (Y/N) furiously stood up, despite Hermione desperately trying to force her down.

“You have NO IDEA what you’re talking about!?” she whispered angrily, her nails digging into her palms as her fists clenched. “You have probably never even met one of these so called ‘half breeds’, have you? No, you were most likely just told some bizarre stories containing more lies and made up facts than truths, and decided to put that worthless ‘knowledge’ - if you can even call it that - to use by spreading rumors and destroying the lives of innocent people.”

Umbridge looked frantic, and was about to speak up, but (Y/N) got there first. “I despise people who look down on others. People who claim to be better than everyone else. People like you. You certainly don’t deserve respect!”

She took a deep breath, and was about to continue when Umbridge’s shrill voice forced her to stay quiet. “That’s quite enough! Detention, miss Lupin. The rest of the week, five fifteen, don’t be late”.

***

A few hours later, (Y/N) made her way back to Umbridge’s office. She knew her friends had wanted to talk to her, but she had done her absolute best to avoid them all afternoon. She simply didn’t feel like explaining to them why she had done what she did. She’d gladly do it again though. Her father was the kindest, wisest, most incredible person she had ever met. He had done everything in his power to give her a good childhood, and no one had the right to insult him. She’d defend him to her last breath if that’s what it would come down to.

She knocked on the door carefully, and pushed it open when she heard a shrill, terrifying voice sing a sweet “come in”.

“Oh, miss Lupin, almost late I see!” she said arrogantly. (Y/N) didn’t have time to answer before her teacher continued. “Sit down.”

***

The detentions went on for another four days before Umbridge told her she didn’t have to come back the following evening, but that she better hold her tongue unless she longed for more. (Y/N) tried to keep that in mind, but still lost her cool a few more times before the end of the semester. However, the Christmas holidays were approaching, and though her red, swollen hand caused her to worry slightly, the idea of seeing her dad and godfather caused her enough joy to tip her mood over to “mainly happy”.

She stepped off the train with her friends, and immediately spotted her father on the platform.

“Dad!!” she shouted, and threw her scratched arms around his constantly scarred torso. “Merlin, I’ve missed you so much”. She buried her head in his shoulder, simply enjoying the feeling of love and safety that he somehow instantly gave off.

“Hello, darling!” he said gently, returning the bone-crushing hug. “I missed you too, believe me…”

(Y/N) wanted to stay like that forever, but eventually let go as she intended to at least try to keep her… problems… hidden. She had never really been able to keep secrets from her dad, and therefore didn’t want to do anything he would consider “out of the ordinary”. If she did, he’d figure it out, or persuade her to tell him everything within minutes, and she knew he’d feel guilty if he realized what she had done for him. She understood perfectly well that the scars on her hand were deep enough to be visible for the rest of her life, and that nothing she would say could convince Remus Lupin that it was not his fault. She was left with one option: He could not, under any circumstances, know. Ever.

They carried her trunk together, and walked a few feet behind the rest of the gang.

“So?”, her father inquired, “How are things? You all doing okay?”

“I suppose”, she answered, “Our new DADA teacher is quite a daft prick though.”

“(Y/N/N)!”, he muttered sternly, casually trying to hide a smile, “Are you sure that’s the right word? Sounds rather rough, doesn’t it?”

The witch shrugged. “No, I think it fits rather nicely. It’s almost as if she’s trying her very best to prevent us from learning anything helpful…”

“That’s… well, that doesn’t sound very promising, does it?”

“No, hence the slightly offensive description… But enough about her, how are you? Had any company while I was gone?”

The older wizard smiled, easily noticing the tone of his daughter’s voice switch into a far more joyful, energetic one - One he knew and loved!

“Oh yes, I’ve spent quite a bit of time at headquarters, and Sirius essentially isn’t allowed anywhere else, so we’ve done a lot of catching up. There is, believe it or not, a lot to talk about after 12 years without seeing each other, so it’s been very nice.” He turned to her, smiled even broader and added a quick “But I’ve still missed you.”, before quickening his pace to catch up with the others.

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Later that night, (Y/N), Remus, Harry and Sirius were sat in the living room of number 12 Grimmauld Place. Harry and Sirius were playing catch with an old snitch they had found in the house, lazily throwing it back and forth. (Y/N) lay on a sofa, a thick leather bound book tightly clutched in her hands and her head resting on her fathers lap. He was deeply invested in A Guide to Medieval Sorcery, and father and daughter were simply enjoying a nice, calm evening.

All of a sudden, Sirius grabbed the snitch, sat up straight and reached out towards his godson.

“Harry, what’s that on your hand?”

The dark haired boy pulled the sleeves of his jumper further down and mumbled a quiet “nothing”.

“Sure, let me see then”

“No, it’s fine, don’t worry abo…”

Harry didn’t get the chance to finish his sentence, as Sirius had risen from his seat and forcefully grabbed his left hand. The slightly faded “I must not tell lies” was still readable, and Harry winced as the look on his godfather’s face went from composed to furious in a matter of seconds.

“Who?”

“Sirius, I…”

“WHO?!”

By this time, both Remus and (Y/N) had put their books down, and were carefully observing the “argument”.

“It’s our new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, Umbridge. She’s quite generous when it comes to giving detentions. But mine’s really not that bad now. It barely hurts anymore…”

“That’s totally barbaric!? Moony, we have to…”

“Harry”, Remus interrupted his old friend with a worried look on his face, “What do you mean by ‘quite generous’?”

His heart practically skipped a beat when he felt his daughter shift uncomfortably, however it was Harry who answered.

“‘m quite sure half the Gryffindors have been to her office at least once by now. Even when you’re not really doing anything wrong, she’ll make up a ‘reasonable’ excuse…”

As Harry spoke, (Y/N) had unconsciously been pulling the sleeves of her jumper closer to her fingertips. Remus obviously noticed and made eye contact with Harry, nodding discreetly towards his daughter as if to ask if she too had… well… yeah? Harry closed his eyes, knowing full well how his friend wanted to hide her scars from her dad. It had taken hours of convincing before she had even let him, Ron and Hermione see, and he understood why she didn’t want Lupin to know. He did, however, not like the idea of lying to his former professor, and nodded slightly.

Remus closed his eyes looking simultaneously sad and angered, sat up straight and muttered “(Y/N/N)?”

The young witch took a deep breath and was about to move away from her dad, but he was faster and quickly grabbed her hand. He was very gentle, but she flinched anyways, as her last detention had taken place only a week prior.

“(Y/N/N)”, he repeated, “show me”

“Dad”, she mumbled quietly, “‘tis fine, don’t worry”

“(Y/N)!” His voice sounded far sterner now, “I’m serious. C’mere”

“No, I don’t want…”

“It’s not a question of whether or not you want to, Love”, Sirius explained before his friend could think of a response. “Show your dad.”

“But…”

“(Y/N/N)”, Harry mumbled, “Just… just do it”

“No! I can handle it! Stop making it sound like I’m too weak to do so!”

She felt a tear escape her eye, and stood up to leave the room when Remus waved his wand and locked the door.

Taking yet another deep breath, his daughter turned around, made her way across the room, pulled her left sleeve up and slammed her scarred hand down on the table for the other three to see.

“There! You happy now?!”

A flood of tears were streaming down her face, as her dad, godfather and best friend leant closer and read seven deep-red, awful, heart wrenching words:

***

I must not defend filthy half breeds

***

Remus put his head in his hands and stood up, while Sirius moved closer to his goddaughter and pulled her into a tight hug. Harry joined the embrace and comfortingly rubbed her back.

“why? Why (Y/N/N)?”, her father whispered quietly, his voice barely audible.

“I… I couldn’t…She… sorry…”

The usually calm, collected girl was completely lost for words. Shaking. She had no clue what to say, all she knew was that she had to let her dad know that she was sorry. Sorry for making him feel guilty. Sorry for causing him so much pain. Sorry for not being strong enough.

She walked over to him and noticed heavy, wet tears on his face too. Carefully she wrapped her arms around him, and together they sank down onto the cold floor. They sat there for what felt like hours before Remus finally spoke up, repeating his previous question.

“Why, darling?”

She met his sad gaze and collected her thoughts before quietly whispering “She keeps saying horrible things - pure lies - and she’s enjoying it. She’s throwing insults my way every chance she gets. If I don’t stand up and fight, everyone will think she’s right, and she’s not. Nothing will ever change unless someone works for it, and as soon as that someone backs down, they’ve lost. I’m not having that.”

He looks back at her, his eyes full of pride. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”

“You mean besides being the most phenomenal dad imaginable?”

He chuckled softly, ruffled her (Y/H/L) hair and held his hand out. (Y/N) slowly placed her hand on her father’s and shifted her gaze towards the floor as he examined the neatly written letters. With a worried expression on his face, he grabbed his wand and moved it back and forth over the scars while quietly muttering a few carefully chosen words. The pain immediately became more endurable, and after putting his wand away the older wizard grabbed his daughter’s shoulders gently, and looked at her in a sad, yet determined way.

“(Y/N/N), as honourable as your intentions are, please don’t do this for me. I’m not going to tell you to back down, but if you’re going to keep it up, don’t let it…” He paused, trying to find the right words. “I can’t stand the thought of you getting injured because of me. I’m not wo…”

“Yes, you are! Stop saying that! I’ll be a bit more selective, if that’s what you want, but don’t you dare tell me not to fight for you. You are my dad, my only family, and there is not a single person on this planet less deserving of disrespect, insults and hate. Dad, you’re amazing, and I’m not letting her fool people into thinking you’re not.”

After a moment of silence, a quiet, “I still don’t like it…”, escaped his lips.

“I know.” She sighed, “That’s why I originally didn’t plan on telling you.”

(Y/N) was fiddling with her fingers, not quite meeting her fathers warm gaze, when she suddenly sat up and said, “Let’s make a deal? I promise to choose my fights more wisely, and in return, you won’t blame yourself for the consequences of said choices? Sounds fair, doesn’t it?”

Her father sighed, but reluctantly answered, “Fine, as long as you promise me one more thing.”

“Hmm?”

“You won’t hide scars or pain from me ever again, no matter whether it’s physical or mental, okay? You’ll let me know, and let me help, always!”

She held her right hand out, her dad shook it and they shared a smile. This time, a true, pure one that actually reached their identically green eyes.

“Deal!”

~ L

Part 2 Oh, darling...

Masterlist

[sideofmango]

HOT TOMALES! I just got a great idea for a request! Bakugo, Fatgum, Sero, and Hawks hcs of them with a black!fem!s/o but she has a Galaxy quirk. It gives her purple blue eyes with stars and constellation pupils that changes when she blinks, she blushes stardust and mini stars, has sparkly tears, and her quirk allows her to use black holes, comet like projectiles, and she can make mini stars and planets appear from her energy along with spreading stars and constellation like freckles all over her body. (I saw these gorgeous art designs and I couldn’t help myself. I do not own the art, they are just inspiration to me for this request 😭✨)

“She’s Out of This World” - Headcannons

Pairings: bakugou, fatgum, sero, and hawks x black!fem! reader Pronouns: she/her Warnings: none...besides a few curse words (cough...bakugou...cough)

Thanks for another great request <3

He definitely was NOT looking forward to the new foreign student joining the class when Aizawa first announced it

But then you stepped through the oversized doorway and he very obviously did a double take

Bakubitch was seeing stars...literally...you were flustered and blushing stardust

Bakugou thought that you were hot and your quirk was cool...though he would NOT admit it

He was definitely overly aggressive towards you when you met each other because bby boi didn’t know how to express his feelings

Hi crush grew when he saw you wouldn’t take his shit and you talked back...(he thought that was hot as fuck)

“Hey (y/n)-chan?” Midoriya asked from his seat, his half burnt journal out as he held a pen in his hand. His green eyes were wide as he looked you over before scribbling things down

Bakugou wasn’t saying anything and was pretending to be on his phone but he would look up every so often to see if you found Deku as annoying as he did

He was kinda bummed when he saw you didn’t

“What’s up Midoriya?” You asked back as Midoriya looked back up at you, loosing his train of thought when he saw the constellations in your eyes change and shooting stars in the purple-blue orbs when you blinked or got excited.

“C-can you make stars and planets and stuff?” He asked after a pause. This caught the explosive blonde’s attention as he watched you smile and nod.

“Yeah...do you want me to do it now?” Everyone nodded in response to your question, their eyes now focusing on you.

A mini galaxy began to appear above your hands, a small smile on your face as you looked at everyone’s excited and impressed faces.

“Woah! You’re really hot!” Mineta said, catching you off guard as your eyes widened and you cheeks became covered in stardust, a shooting star appearing above your head.

“T-thanks.” You grew even more flustered as some of the other boys agreed

Bakugou glared daggers at Mineta for breathing near you, so the fact that he talked to you was pissing him off even more

Mineta’s ass got BEAT after school and the next day Mineta wouldn’t even look at you

You caught the satisfied smirk on Bakugou’s face that he tried to hide when he saw Mineta practically piss his pants

“You know you could just talk to me...” You said from your seat behind Bakugou with a small laugh as Bakugou tried to hide his quickly reddening cheeks

He LOVES to talk about you and show you off, even if not a lot of people get to see you together because y’all are pro-heros

Will definitely talk everyone’s ears off when given the chance about how cool your galaxy quirk is and how strong and powerful you are to the point where some of his friends are convinced you aren’t real because they haven’t seen you together

No one questions him anymore after you joined him and his two interns on patrol when they spotted you after you had just finished your own patrol

“Excuse me.” You looked down when you felt a small tug at your belt, seeing a little girl with pigtails and warm brown eyes.

“Hi sweetheart.” You smiled widely at the girl as you kneeled to her level, noticing the doll of you in her arms and the small stars that were drawn on her cheeks.

“I wanna be just like you when I grow up! I already told my mommy!” The little girl told you excitedly as a woman who looks like the older version of the little girl in front of you smiles at you with a hand on the girl’s shoulder.

“I think you’ll make a great hero one day.” You told her as her eyes seemed to shine in adoration. Her little hand touched the stars on your cheek as she mumbled about how pretty it was.

“Thank you.” You laughed lightly as the little girl blushed.

“I can make sunlight!” She explained after a moment, excitedly showing you her hands that formed the little ball of light.

“Watch this.” You smiled, putting your hands around hers as you made tiny planets and a mini galaxy around her little ball of light that looked like a sun.

“Woah!” The little girl excitedly jumped up and down before hugging you as her mother thanked you before the pair walked off. You stood turning when you felt eyes on you.

It was your boyfriend, Toyomitsu and his two interns who had been watching the little exchange with small smiles.

“Are these your interns!” You asked him excitedly as you pulled at his large hand, eyeing the two teenagers.

“Mmhmm.” He nodded proudly. “Isn’t she out of this world?” He asked to the boys with a laugh.

You rolled your eyes at his corny joke, but let out a small laugh. 

“Do you want to join us?”

“Of course! Toyomitsu literally doesn’t stop talking about you two! It’s great to finally meet you.”

“Really? He hasn’t stopped talking about you either.” Kirishima said as your starry purple and blue eyes looked from the redhead to your boyfriend with a raised eyebrow. He just smiled at you, a soft pink covering his cheeks as he shrugged.

Flex tape is super into you from the moment he saw you, but he was too nervous to say anything to you in the beginning

He was convinced you would go for someone like him (which is stupid bc he’s so cute)...he was obviously wrong

Both you and Sero’s quirks have pretty practical applications, especially when you generated small suns and moons as light sources

The first time you generated a black hole kinda scared him tho...even if it was a small one

Once you convinced him that you had complete control over the black hole, he wasn’t so nervous about it anymore.

Definitely takes advantage of the black hole creation ability of your quirk now too

“Hey (y/n) can you come over?” Your boyfriend called you. This made you nervous because you thought something bad could’ve happened...like that one time Sero had accidentally gotten his tape stuck in a fan while it was accidentally stuck in his hair

“What happened? Did you start a fire? Was Denki involved? Is there another fan, because I can go get my scissors again!” You said quickly as you stood at his door in the dorms. 

You had rushed there so it had only taken you a moment to get there after he had hung up.

“Nope...no fire, Kaminari wasn’t involved, and there isn’t another fan incident...but I kinda broke the vacuum cleaner and there’s glitter all over my room.”

“Why is there glitter everywhere?” You looked from the mess all on the floor to your boyfriend who smiled sheepishly at you.

“Well, Kaminari thought it would be fun to do a prank...and the test kinda backfired...”

“I thought you said Kaminari wasn’t involved?”

“Uh-” He stopped when you held your hand up with a sigh.

“What am I supposed to do about this Hanta?”

“I was thinking that maybe you could use a black hole...since it’s kinda like a vacuum?”

“Fine.” You sighed after a pause in conversation, nodding once before you made a small black hole appear in your hand. Pointing it towards the floor you sucked up all of the glitter before making the black hole disappear again.

“I knew it would be faster than a vacuum!” Sero told you as he hugged and thanked you.

“Don’t be so messy next time...and maybe stay away from the glitter.” You laughed.

Keigo was kind of caught off guard when he first saw you.

He originally thought your quirk had just changed your appearance and that it was only creating stars, well until one day...

You see, the pair of you had moved in together and had also gotten a dog because why the hell not?

Anyways Keigo was supposed to be getting home any moment from patrol and since you had been off that day, you stayed home with your dog

“Did you have to ruin your toys so quickly? We just brought you this ball.” You complained to the small rambunctious animal who simple stared up at you with big brown eyes and a wag of its tail.

“Alright, let’s try this then.” You said after thinking for a moment. You created a small planet before throwing it down the hall. If your dog broke it, you could simply make a new one and it wouldn’t be a waste of money.

The dog happily chased after it before appearing a moment later with the small blue planet in its mouth. It put the sphere down at your feet, looking up at you and waiting for you to throw it again.

The door opened as you threw it down the hall again, Keigo walking into the house after just getting off. 

He set his goggles on the table by the door along with his special headphones, taking his gloves and jacket off at the door.

“I’m home, Birdie.” He called out as your dog ran towards him and dropped the strange new ball that he didn’t remember getting at his feet.

“I’m in here.”

“Weird.” The pro-hero mumbled before tossing the ball again and walking towards where your voice had come from.

“How was patrol?” You asked as your dog appeared again, the broken planet in front of him on the ground at your feet.

“It was fine...nothing major.” He answered simply, watching as you sighed giving a look to your dog before putting your hands together and making another small sphere, this time a purple color.

“Try not to break it so quickly this time.” You told the dog before tossing it.

“What was that?” He questioned as you looked at him confused. “When you put your hands together?” He clarified.

“Oh...did I forget to tell you? He broke his new ball, so I created a planet for him. I just figured it would be easier than buying him another toy that he’ll just end up destroying.” You shrugged.

“You can make planets?”

“Among other things.” You laughed softly at the surprised face he made. “I thought I told you.”

“No...but that’s cool as hell! What else can you do?” He asked, his eyes not leaving yours as he laid his head in your lap as you both sat on the couch with you explaining your quirk in depth.

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