#his revenge is loud and rumbly

[faux-fires]

im trying write porn but my cat is trying to convince me that he’s starving to death and so he has literally curled up on my desk an inch from my mouse purring louder than i’ve ever heard him purr and the effect is, sorry to say, somewhat offputting

[tarjapearce]

Old Friend

Summary: You meet an old friend in your shopping trip with the family.

Nothing but a slice of life, fluff, bit of angst and a jealous Miguel ~

Whenever it was restock day, Costco or Walmart would be the main places to go.

You'd get the list, Miguel would secure Rosie to his chest, as Benjamin would get inside your cart. Gabi would walk alongside you or her beloved Papa, pushing his cart.

Each would take separate ways, you'd get the meats and veggies, as Miguel would get the rest, powder detergent, cleansing products, and snacks.

"Mama, can I have these?" Benjamin swayed his feet pointing at the  colorful packaging of dinosaur shaped nuggets.

"Course you can, mi niño. Which one you want?"

"I tried the red one last time, I'll get the purple"

Benji's boyish voice echoed around you as you stopped on the frozen meals section.

"Alright, purple it is."

You picked the purple package, a triceratops and a T-Rex on the cover. Then, filled the cart with different sort of meats, Miguel's favorite cuts, hams and of course, lots of canned jalapeños. Orange, pineapple, and cranberry juice, a couple of sodas and finally you got to go to the cereal and coffee aisle.

Miguel was running out of coffee in his office, and back at home you only had a couple of packages. It reminded you the time Miguel nearly had an anxiety attack when he found out he had ran out of the black liquid gold, even in his secret stash.

For some reason the brand he always bought was put on the top shelves. With a huff you looked around to see if there was any ladder, but upon finding none, You stepped on the bottom shelf, trying to get the six pack in the edge, but obviously, you couldn't reach it.

Benjamin giggled when you missed, as revenge you smothered his face in kisses, earning you a loud and bubbling squeal.

"Here, let me." A deep voice rumbled behind you. Your eyes widened at the all too familiar face before you. Reaching effortlessly for the coffee packaging.

"Richard" you mumbled while taking the package, to then put it on the cart.

"Hey" His hand waved softly. Clad in a hoodie, bermudas and sneakers. A little gold band hugging his ring finger. Dull, as his overall aura.

Despite the years coming through, he hadn't lost his kind green eyes. Some wrinkles adorned his matured face. Ricky was only two years older than you, and still had some white hairs poking out here and there.

He sported a short and well trimmed beard, hair parted and neatly arranged to a side. His eyes darted to the boy that undoubtedly resembled alot like you, except for his curious big and round red-ish eyes.

"Whose this little champ?" The smile on his face was coy, but genuine.

"It's my boy, Benjamin."

A proud beam stretched on your face as your hand caressed Benjamin's head, some of his curls trapping your fingers.

"Nice to meet you, champ." Ricky stretched his hands towards him and Benjamin shook it, a tad nervous.

"He definitely has your curls."

You smiled, eyes diverting behind him, ready to meet his partner but, there was none, just his half cart full of car appliances, some diary products and snacks.

"My goodness, you have a beard now."

Ricky chuckled and scratched it. He was a handsome man, undoubtedly. Good and well worked physique. Lean muscles, athletic and healthy looking. Green eyes a shade darker than green apples, pretty lips you liked biting and a healthy tan on his skin, despite him being a pale guy. A couple of freckles adorned his nose.

"And you've got a kid now." there was a bit of disbelief in his tone.

"Three actually. Funny how we ended up doing the things we always said we wouldn't do right away."

Richard gave a soft laugh.

"At least we look good. And I'm sure you're a great mom. How long has it been?"

"I don't know, I suck at math. But I do know it's more than ten years." You pushed the cart to get the cereals and naturally he helped you to get them. Eyes looking for Miguel in every chance you had.

"How have you been?" He tensed a bit at the question, not expecting your openness to talking so casually, specially when your finger shone with a golden band. He graduated college and never saw you again, until now. Gentle and caring as always. You hadn't changed, and he was glad.

"As usual. Existing, trying to keep myself afloat after, uh... my divorce." His mouth pressed in a tight line, green eyes looked away for a second, unable to meet your stare. Ashamed.

Your eyes blinked at his reply. Clearly surprised by such thing. Face falling with worry. "I'm sorry to hear that."

Richard shook his head, and gave a nonchalant shrug.

"Things happen. It's one of those situations that get your eyes open for good." Ricky rubbed his neck awkwardly and you offered a little reassure with a hand on his shoulder, patting it softly.

"Hey, you've got this. I know it's been a while, but I'm sure your problem solving skills are still top notch."

Hw chuckled, almost sympathetic at himself, "I don't even know anymore, if I'm honest. But if you say so."

The voices in the aisles kept indistinct, each in their own world, mingling with the upbeat background music.

"Also... I'm sorry." His eyes remained on yours. Something he'd always do when speaking truthfully.

Your brow quirked, "Whatever for?"

Ricky's hands squeezed the insides of his pockets as he spoke.

"For breaking up with you. Specially like that. It was a d-" He caught his tongue before continuing with the french before Benjamin, "It was wrong of me."

You could only stare at him, and he recoiled further in his spot, shoulders hunched, eyes on the floor.

"If something's worth saying, I... divorced cause my mom also ruined it for me."

You frowned, confused and he shook his head.

"So I cut ties, went to therapy and yeah." He reached out for a three pack of granola for himself, and another for you after you pointed at the brand.

"I'm sorry, I'm kind of confused as to why would you think I'd be happy to know something awful happened to you, Richard?"

Richard's brow puckered. You really hadn't changed at all. Even after he dumped you a few days before Christmas eve.

"I... don't know? Thought you'd hold a grudge for what I did."

"A grudge?" You tittered and this threw him off guard, "Not to sound mean or anything, but I didn't even remember what had happened until now. You know I'm forgetful."

You both chuckled as he nodded.

"Yeah, kinda wondered if you'd lose your head too if it wasn't attached to your body."

You gasped while mocking offense, "That was rude."

You grabbed a couple of cereal boxes Benjamin pointed at.

"But true. In all seriousness, I'm glad that at least something great came after me. Is he a good man?, wait..." He shook his head softly, "Stupid question Of course he is, you married him."

You beamed and this made his chest swell in a mix of happiness and pride. You deserved it after all he also put you through.

"You'll find someone, I know so." It always made him wondered why he was stupid like that to allow his mother come in between.

"I'll give myself a couple of years to heal first. Wanna make sure I don't repeat things over."

It was your turn to get that pride sensation in your chest. Knowing he was making a good progress out of his mother's shadow also made you happy. You out of everyone knew how hard it was like.

"Hope they're ready to listen country music nonstop in your car." He rolled his eyes.

"I know you hated the genre, that's why I always played them"

Your lips pursed with faked anger as he tittered, however, Ricky cleared his throat off the laughing upon watching a behemoth of a man, approaching from behind. Red eyes set on him. A shudder crawled on his skin as he gulped. The baby on his chest did little to appease the intimidating aura around him.

"Mama!" Gabi came to you with an excited face as she showed you her new acquisition. A purple and glittery cover for her phone.

"Qué lindo! Do they have it in blue too?" (How cute!)

"Nah, it was the last one, Papa said this would match with my room too."

Said Papa hugged you from behind, and kissed your temple, red eyes never left him. Ricky gave Miguel a polite smile as he backed away a few steps. Miguel's strong features only turned sharper. It would be a lie to say if Ricky wasn't surprised and intimidated.

Surprised cause you hugged Miguel's narrow waist, a pleased and proud purr emanated from his chest. Loud enough for only you to hear it.

The man before him screamed danger a mile ago. But also, explained lots of things. Like Benjamin's eyes.

"Richard, this is my husband. Miguel O'Hara."

Ricky hesitated for a second, but stretched his hands towards him, big tan hands easily enveloped his in a firm shake.

"Nice to meet you." His nervous smile was like fuel to your husband's ego.

Miguel acknowledged him with a brief nod, eyes not tearing away from him. A quiet She's mine in his eyes.

"Richard and I used to go at the same college. Oh! This is my eldest daughter, Gabriella. And my youngest baby, Rosie."

Gabi smiled politely while holding onto Miguel's hips.

"You have a beautiful family." His green eyes stared at an ever curious Rosie that gazed back at him. Miguel's shoulder's tensed when Rosie gave Ricky a smile.

"Thanks, You'll be fine though. Things take time, but, It all comes together somehow. Just be patient. I'm glad you're doing good on your own." Again, you patted his shoulder, he just gave you a small but genuine smile. Miguel's guts churned as his jaw clenched.

Ricky left after saying his goodbyes, not wanting to impose his presence any further.

"Gabibi, mi amor, can you get the food cart to the line, please?"

"Okay. Don't take too long, please?"

Gabriella took the cart as Benjamin showed her his nuggets, leaving you and Miguel with Rosie alone.

"Alright, interrogation can start now." You chuckled and Miguel pulled you by your waist towards him, ebbing you to walk a few steps before giving a firm slap on your rear.

"Miguel!" you hushed, flustered while looking around to see of there were people and he smirked.

"Wanted to do that before that guy, but that wouldn't be too polite of me, wouldn't it?"

You kissed his cheek, but he quickly corrected the place and pecked your lips.

"That's better. Who was he anyway?"

"My ex from college."

He just hummed and it was your turn to return the squeeze, he chuckled, "Relax. He just got divorced and obviously not having a good time."

"Too bad." He shrugged, a bit nonchalant and you deadpanned.

"Don't be mean. You were scaring him on purpose."

"Obvio. Still, forgot to thank him." (Obviously)

You chuckled as you approached to the line, Gabi waved at you both.

"Thank him?"

"Well, he let you go, and I wouldn't have met you in the first place. So thanks to that."

"Well, he's there on the other line, go tell him."

You teased, but to your surprise Miguel stepped away from the beeline and was walking towards Richard.

"W-Wait! Miguel!" You had skip a few steps to catch him and pull him back to spot, he smirked while pulling you tighter towards him.

"Don't tempt me, mi reina."

"God, I swear. You're-"

"Your husband, mi amor." He smirked, satisfied at his own title in your life.

"A jealous one."

He leaned to your ear and whispered, "Espérate que lleguemos a casa. No te la vas a acabar conmigo, mi reina." (Wait till we get home. You'll see what's up.)

Gabriella rolled her eyes at the flirty atmosphere around you and covered Benjamin's eyes.

"You're too young to see that."

[ponderingmoonlight]

JJK men with drunk reader

Part ll with Geto, Megumi and Gojo here

Pairing: Choso x reader; Nanami x reader

Word Count: 2,9k (Choso's part escalated)

Warnings: Nanami's part is not proofread (wanted to publish this today so badly), angst in Choso's part, fluff in every part hehe

As always, I apprechiate every little comment or repost. Thank you guys so much for your support <3

Choso Kamo

You weren’t planning on drinking that much tonight. To be honest, you were just looking for a good time, guys bought you drinks like there’s no tomorrow though. Who are you to refuse that favor?

You definitely should have, though. Because right now, you are standing with your back against a wall in a dark alley of Tokyo, whole body trembling in fear. The frame of an enormous looking man cut off every possible escape route you’ve had, every minor spark of hope you’ve had left. Fuck, how could you be so dumb, why did you take the shorter route through this abandonment district? All you have in your purse are a lipstick, a few bills, your phone and your keys. No pepper spray, no knife, absolutely nothing to defend yourself. Not that you would be able to, given that you aren’t even able to stand up straight.

“Come on cutie, don’t be shy”, he purrs, hand stretched out to touch your hair.

“Keep your fucking hands off me”, you hiss before sinking your teeth into his hand so violently that his skin bursts.

“Little bitch.”

With a swift motion of his bare palm, he sweeps you off your feet, head spinning when it hits the wet tarmac harshly. You are way too drunk to collect a single logical thought, mind racing uncontrollably as your blood discolors your sight crimson.

“I was trying to be nice, y’know? But that’s it. You’ll pay for that.”

Without hesitation, he grabs you by the throat und pulls your aching body out of the dirt, smirking at you with his missing teeth. Tears start to swell up your eyes, you simply can’t believe that it came this far. You should be home already, lying in your bed after drinking a whole bottle of water, sleeping in until afternoon. But this…This isn’t how your night should have ended.

“Help me!”, you cry out.

“Please, someone! Help me.”

“Shut the fuck up”, he interrupts you roughly, smashing your weak body against a nearby wall.

Focus. Try to have a sober thought for a minute. Your legs are free, perfect height for his crotch. If you kick him hard enough, he might let go of you. Every inch of your skin hurts like hell, bruises over bruises covering your weak frame. But you have to be strong now if you want to escape him. No, you’re not going down without a fight.

With a loud scream, you put all the power you have left into your right leg, kicking between his legs with full force. He lets go of you immediately, puny figure crumpling down on the floor. You have no time. As fast as your wobbly legs carry you, you run deeper into the dark alley. Away from that man, away from his attempt to force himself on him. Get away, fuck the alcohol and the way your whole body screams at you. Your sharp and fast breath hangs in the air, tears still rolling down your eyes. You run and run and run until-

You harshly land on the ground.

Choso didn’t plan on hearing your desperate cries for help. To be honest, he didn’t even plan on being here in the first place. But still he stops in his tracks, eyes darting towards the direction of your desperate scream. What was this? It sounded like the cry of a woman followed by punches. Curses, maybe? No, he can’t detect any curses energy around this area. Is this even important, though? He is on his way to a meeting with Geto and the others, making plans on how to take revenge for his brothers.

He grumbles to himself. Whatever it is, taking the back alley doesn’t extent his path significantly. His steps follow the constant mumbling, screaming, crying and rumbling. Fast steps come near him, a woman running his way. His brows furrow. You don’t seem to see him, the panic in your glossy eyes seems to glow in the dark as you sprint forwards, directed towards him. Before he is able to move to the side, you crash into him full force, making you fall to the ground rougly.

The second your doe eyes dart towards him, he forgets for a moment how to breathe. You must be quite beautiful for a human being, even though your face and hair are covered in blood and your whole body is bruised. Carefully, he steps towards. What is he supposed to do now? What even happened?  

“Back off”, you cry out, crawling away from him on the wet tarmac of the night.

Another pair of steps, this time louder and heavier. A man come in sight. The second he lays his eyes on your puny figure, he starts sprinting faster, directly towards you with a maniac grin plastered on his face.

“What do you think you’re doing, fool?”

He shouldn’t care the slightest. No, Choso should continue on, leaving you to your face. Why the hell is he automatically positioning himself in front of you, now facing that ugly man that seems to chase you?

“What are you doing here, freak? She’s ours, find your own little whore”, the spits at him along with a weak attempt to break Choso’s nose.

Pathetic. Who does that fucker think he is? The tiniest amount of blood is enough to pierce right through his pea brain.

All you can do is stare in awe as the stranger in front of you. Who is this man? And how was he able to handle the situation in the blink of an eye? The toothless man’s body falls to the ground lifelessly. It’s only you and him, the man with the threatening appearance who happens to be your savior in shining armor.

“What are you doing here all alone?”, he mumbles before slowly turning around and staring at you dead still.

With the last bit of strength you have left in your weak body, you lift yourself off the ground and glare at him, shivers running down your spine. Did he…kill him? How? When?

“Was on my way home from a party”, you explain briefly.

“How careless to take this path without fighting experience or weapons on your own”, his harsh voice remarks, arms crossed in front of his chest.

“Thank you for saving me. He’d probably killed me if it wasn’t for you”, you mumble.

Fuck, you feel like freezing to death. Your clothes are sliced open, dirty and wet from the rain that fell a few hours ago onto the ground, head spinning from the alcohol and the way he slammed it into the tarmac with full force.

“You’re freezing.”

The stranger takes one step forward, leading you to panic all over again.

“Don’t touch me!”, you yell instinctively, body desperately trying to hide from his presence.

“Stay here, idiot. I’m trying to help you.”

Choso doesn’t really know why, but his arms wrap themselves around your trembling figure, your head resting against his chest while silent sobs escape your lips.

“I just wanna go home…”, you sniff and he can’t help but feel…

Sorrow.

You were probably enjoying your evening, not putting much thought into your way home, not expecting a men to attack you like this.

“Where are you living? This isn’t an ideal place to stay”, he mutters, unsure of how to act in a situation like that.

This is the first time he ever held a woman. Fuck, this is the first time he ever felt something like distress about a human in his whole life.

“I…I can’t…walk”, you stutter.

His gaze wanders down your entirely bruised legs. Who knows what that man did to you before he arrived. Anger rises within him, hands clenched into fists.

“I’ll carry you, then.”

With a swift motion, he wraps his arms around your back and knees, making sure not to hurt your limbs in the process.

You can only stare at him in awe. Who is this man, the man with that strange tattoo over his nose, the man who wears purple eyeshadow and a robe you haven’t seen before? Why is he helping a stranger, even carrying your drunk and injured body home? Even though something about him tells you that he’s not to be trifled with, you don’t ask him. Instead, you give him brief directions to find your apartment, eyes never breaking away from his gorgeous face. He seems young, maybe as old as you. But still, you’ve never seen him around. Is it because you’re drunk? You don’t know, but you can’t hold your tongue any longer.

“You are such a beautiful man.”

His eyes widen, staring down at you in disbelief. What are those words? No woman ever said something like this to him. How is he supposed to react? He should have let these men kill you on the spot, just leave you alone in this cold and dark alley.

But why, why do your words make his heart flutter?

“I mean, your style is pretty edgy and all, but it suits you very well. Haven’t seen you here before, though. You here often?”

“I’m never here”, he remarks dryly.

Are you really trying to start a conversation with him?

“We have to go right here. Aaaaaand there’s my place”, you announce weakly, Choso’s mind still occupied by your previous statement.

“Thank you for carrying me…”, you mutter when he lets you down gently, hands fumbling to reach your keys.

All he does is staring down at you blankly. What’s on his mind? Was all of that planned? Maybe he is like that man, maybe he just came here to know where you live…God, you are so stupid.

“You aren’t here to murder me, aren’t you?”

“Are you kidding me? Do you really think I would have carried you all the way to your door just to kill you here?”, he remarks.

“Right…m’sorry, I think I’m still a little drunk y’know…”

Fuck that. Before you’re able to go into panic mode again, you wrap your arms around his body tightly. His scent is almost intoxicating, probably the best male fragrance your nose ever sniffed. And you can definitely tell that he’s a well-trained man underneath that strange clothes.

Choso can’t move an inch, all senses focused on the way you hugged him. It feels strange. Strange to be embraced by someone, strange that he helped a human being tonight. Why did he choose to follow your screams, why did it bother him so much that that other man laid his hands on you? And why does it somehow warm his heart to feel you so close against his own body?

“Thank god I ran you over tonight”, you hush against his chest.

Choso has to blink a few times.

“Good for you”, he simply replies.

But deep in his heart, he knows this isn’t only an event you will never forget. He himself will probably never get over the fact that today, he helped another human being instead of letting it get killed. But not only that.

You are breathtakingly gorgeous.

“Now go inside and find some sleep.”

With one last glance at the man who saved you only a few minutes ago, you step inside your apartment, weak body sliding down the closed door. Did this really happen? You might be drunk, but that man…

You’ll definitely never forget him.

Kento Nanami

“Don’t do it, (y/n). You’ll only get yourself into trouble. Nanami-san is a higher up, you have to work with him for your entire life. It’s not wise to call him and tell him about your stupid little crush”, Ino warns you while you scroll through your phone with a dumb smirk.

“I can’t hold back any longer Ino! I’m soooo obsessed with him!”, you cry out dramatically.

One call can’t hurt, right? Nope, that sounds like a good idea. The second your eyes dart towards his name, you press the call button, Ino freaking out next to you.

“You are way too drunk for a serious talk like that. Are you out of your mind? Hang up immediately, this is a bad idea, you will-“

“Is that you (y/n)?”

“Hello Kento”, you purr into the speaker.

“Are you alright? Did something happen?”

Nanami straightens himself in his seat, eyes lingering through the window over the city lights. Why would you call him this late at night? And why does his first name coming out of your mouth make his heartbeat pick up so suddenly?

“No, jus’ wanted to talk to you…Y’know, your voice sounds so sexy, absolutely…how do you call it? Oh, masculine”, you mumble.

Something about your usual so composed voice seems off, though. Didn’t you and Ino mention earlier that you are going out tonight?

“Are you drunk?”

“Hehe, yes”, you giggle, making Ino almost lose his mind next to you.

“Can you tell me where you are? I’m coming to pick you up.”

It’s far after midnight, too late for you to be out on your own. Is Ino with you? Hopefully he’s still there. His brows are furrowed, ears focused on every little word you say. You never called him by his first name before, let alone talked with him so openly. Over the last few months, the two of you got to work together closely. And slowly but surely, Nanami begin to fall for you. Your exceptional brain, your immense powers, the way you carry yourself with such elegance and wise words. At the moment though, you seem to miss your usual composure completely. What are you trying to tell him?

“Oh really? That’s so kind of you. Uh, Ino, you know where we at?”

Ino snatches the phone out of your hand, ice cold sweat running down his face. Fuck, hopefully this doesn’t cost him his good reputation.

“Nanami-san, I’m so so sorry-“

“Don’t be. Can you tell me where you are?”

“Of course, I’m sending you the location right now!”

“Thank you. Make sure (y/n) stays save, I’m coming to get her immediately.”

With that, he hangs up.

“He’s coming to get you, dumbass”, Ino mutters.

“How exciting!”, you speak out with glimmering eyes, heart already pounding against your ribcage by the sheer thought of seeing him tonight.

“I should meet him at the parking spot.”

“Stay where you are!”, Ino barks at you, hand holding onto the sleeve of your shirt for dear life.

In the meantime, Nanami is already on his way to get you with his head lost in thought. This is the first time you ever spoke so freely to him. And the fact that you called him this late at night while being drunk…Even though a part of him wants to be mad at you for being so reckless, to know that he was on your mind instead of everyone else makes him blush ever so slightly.

It doesn’t take long to find you. With elegant steps he approaches you and Ino, your eyes wide open. How does he look so fine this late at night with his shirt buttoned up so neat and his hand braced on his hip?

“You look absolutely del…delicious…Is that how you spell it, Ino?”

“Please stop talking (y/n)”, Ino begs, finally able to let go of you.

“Come on, let’s drive you home. Ino, do you need a ride?”

“No thank you. My apartment is a few blocks away. Have a good night. And you, drink a lot of water.”

“Gotcha!”, you remark, eyes filled with determination.

Until you have to really take a few steps outside.

“Ouff, is it just me or is the floor lave?”, you breathe out.

“Come on, I’ll help you.”

His arm wraps itself around your shoulder gently, pulling you close to his large frame. Even though your mind is clouded by alcohol, your heartbeat picks up in an instant.

“I could get used to that. Should get drunk more often.”

“Please don’t”, he replies, leading you to his expensive looking car and helping you get seated.

It doesn’t even take 5 minutes for you to pass out in his car, snoring in the most adorable way Nanami has ever heard. Finally he has the opportunity to shamelessly admire your soft features and the way your hair frames your face so delicately. You really are an attractive woman with everything he could wish for.

And maybe, just maybe, this is the perfect opportunity to ask you about your feelings towards him. After all, he can’t deny the spell you put on him.

“(y/n)”, he gently speaks out.

You don’t move an inch, not even when he allows his hand to stroke over your arm. Are you really that drunk? Nanami signs to himself, gets out of the car and opens your door – still no movement.

“I’m going to carry you inside…”, he mutters more to himself than to you, arms lifting you up with ease.

God, you are so breathtakingly gorgeous. Will he ever have the courage to tell you about his true feelings, that he wants you to be more than just a colleague? Who knows. What is way more important to him now is to take off your shoes, carry you into his bed and put a blanket on top of you, softly tucking you in while you groan in your sleep.

“Good night, (y/n). Maybe I’ll tell you someday how much you mean to me.”

“Night, Kento…”, you mumble back.  

[g0kotta]

Hunger

Dabi never got over the hungry feeling scratching inside of his body - itching to get out. Flowing in his blood. Seeping out of his pores. The anger - the obsession. You had to be his. (aka Dabi’s childhood best friend becomes a hero and he realises that his feelings never left).

Yandere-ish? Dabi x reader (no gender specified). This is like 600-700 words, so it’s just an idea I had. Might turn it into a longer fic later? This also might not be too realistic since I dropped mha a long time ago

(y/h/n) - your hero name

The bar is empty. The untouched whiskey glasses that sat on top of the cupboards - covered in a thick layer of dust. It’s quiet and the loudest noise in the room is coming from a clock which stayed hung in the corner of the leagues hideout. Shigaraki had left a while ago, probably to run away from the real problems for a few hours and play a few sessions of the game he was overly obsessed with. The others (which were seen on more rare occasions in the bar - unless it had to do something with the meetings) were gone at this hours.

The people that spent most time there, were Dabi and Shigaraki themselves (with the exception of Kurogiri, as he served as the bartender of this lonely bar).

Dabi lets out a sigh as he tilts his head backwards, the staples digging into his skin and he clenches his jaw. An uncomfortable feeling which he was more than used to after all these years. One of the few clean glasses was snug in his palm, no longer cold as the ice had melted a while ago. He slowly lifts it up to his lips and as the the chipped rim touches his bottom lip, he downs whatever mixture of melted ice and shitty cheap whiskey runs down his throat. He grimaces a bit, but shakes off the feeling of disgust. It was better than it had been before. At least now he has where to stay - a roof over his head. And now there’s other people around him too. He’s no longer alone. He sneers in his mind. He’s no longer alone. He needs to be alone. He doesn’t need the help of others to finally get revenge on the man he had to call a father. He tips his head to the front and puts the glass down, rougher than intended. It slams onto the table, filling the room with a loud bang for a second. The same hand reaches for the remote next to it and clicks on the first button it touches. He needs to fill the silence before it drives him completely mad.

But what he doesn’t expect to see is a familiar face. But it’s not a face that causes an unpleasant feeling to seep into his bones. No. It’s quite the opposite. His lips twitch as a small smirk forms on his face, his eyebrows raise in amusement. Finally. Something interesting.

“A new pro-hero is climbing up the ranks. In just a few months, the incredible (y/h/n) has reached the top five.” A woman with dark curly hair, smiles and pictures are displayed on the screen. Your pictures. “The people have been head over heels for the new young hero! The new generation of youth-“ she continues talking, but Dabi blocks out her voice.

You became a hero. You had chosen to continue the path that the both of you had to walk through. You continued the dream that Dabi had buried years ago, with Touya. His finger starts tapping the wooden bar top as a low, rumbling chuckle slips past his lips. He leans forward and rests his face on his palm. A small spark sets off in the inside of his body. A desire.. No. A need. Dabi needs to have you. You’re the only one that can bring some familiarity back into his life that has been longing, without even realising it. The sound of a chair scraping the floor echoes in the room and Dabi slowly walks out of the building of the hideout, the TV still playing in the background. He realises that he never got over the hungry feeling scratching inside of his body - itching to get out. Flowing in his blood. Seeping out of his pores. The anger - the obsession. You had to be his. One way or another, you’ll be laying in his arms soon enough.

He’ll make sure of it.

[nightshadeshadow123]

Sunshine is far away, rain clouds linger on

Based on the last episode of House Of The Dragon season 1. Just alternative ending to give it a happy ending, the new trailer have me feeling some kind of way when they found the remains of Arrax and Luke so wanted to write a comfort fic. Reader's dragon is roughly the same size as Caraxes in this. (Y/D/N) means your dragon's name. Got the title idea from @m3g555 book ideas on wattpad. If anyone knows where the gif of Rhaenyra and Daemon is from pls tell so I can give credits, Arrax one is from @lukearys

Rhaenyra Targaryen x Reader x Daemon Targaryen (although he's only mentioned in this one) Long cringe fic tbh but my first time writing for HOTD. If anyone knows which dragon readers dragon is inspired from in the gif Ily.

You felt gut churning dread engulf you when seeing Aemond on the back of Vhagar taking off into the dark skies, gaining up on the smaller white figure of Arrax and Luke but this only spurred you to ran faster to get to your dragon, running through the mud and pelting rain while desperately calling out the name of your trusty dragon who let out a croon, wings and talons thundering as loud as the thunder in the unforgiving sky above as he made his way to you in a hurry to meet you half way when hearing the panic and urgency in your voice, his towering black and grey scaled body coming into view making you felt a bit relieved, grabbing onto one of his spines to clamber your way upon the saddle on his back all the while cussing the heavy furs you wore for the trip slowing you down by being soaked.

The way your heart was hammering in your chest made you flinch more that the harsh lightning booming above. Rarely did anything scare you like this, especially knowing that Aemond is out after Luke on his silly little revenge fit he's still in.

"Sōvegon!" You urged when you had the reigns in hand, knuckles turning whiter by the moment from both the cold of being soaked to the bone from the raging rain and from how tight you're gripping the reigns when (Y/D/N) took off with speed, immediately setting to follow behind Vhagar, strong wings flapping repeatedly to gain speed and find gait in the unforgiving storm that was strong enough to make even a dragon struggle to keep up, making you even more fearful for Lucerys and Arrax with their much smaller size that is already struggling.

The wind howling through your ears was as deafening as the thunder and rain that made your soaked hair stick to sides of your face, occasionally hearing the screeches of Arrax in a way to try be comforting to Lucerys and the flapping of Vhagar's strong wings and the low rumbling coming from (Y/D/N) until you lost sight on them from the dark skies and clouds.

Vhagar's shadow loomed above Arrax tauntingly, adding more dread as the lightning briefly casted over her form. Luke look up fearfully but was too late to see her as she disappeared into the clouds again, only hearing the flapping of her huge wings.

Your heart nearly jumped into your throat when Arrax suddenly swerved to the side and (Y/D/N) swerved the other way, narrowly avoiding Vhagar from colliding into you, a uncomfortable growl leaving him while you frantically looked around, trying to catch sight of the old beast after she disappeared into the dark clouds again, only seeing Arrax's figure being slightly illuminated by the lightning reflecting against his white scales and Luke on his back just as frantically looking around to every side, feeling slightly relieved when he caught sight of you not too far away from them.

It was proved difficult with the rain roughly pelting in your faces and the dark clouds to spot the other dragon, having to repeatedly blink to get the rain from obscuring your visions.

You felt uneasy when (Y/D/N) became tensed underneath you, the steam coming from his snout becoming more prominent to your eyes before hearing the flapping off Vhagar's wings until she broke from the clouds menacingly from your right, eyes widening when Vhagar snapped her jaws at Arrax before trying to grab the much smaller dragon with her claws that they managed to narrowly avoid by diving dowards with Vhagar still hot on their trail when diving behind them.

"Dive!" you instructed to your trusty dragon, holding on tighter on the reigns when he dove downwards through the pelting rain and the darkened clouds to the raging sea below, narrowly avoiding Vhagar's tail from knocking you both out of the sky when he got dangerously close to her but this only spurred the two of you to go faster to try and get her and Aemond's attention away from them, the adrenaline pumping through your veins feeling exhilarating despite the fear gripping your heart in a death hold, not the good kind in your opinion.

"Adhirikydho! pālegon!"(Quickly! Turn) You heard Luke yell to Arrax when the three of you came close to rock formations, sharply turning after spreading his wings, the wind catching in them as Vhagar and (Y/D/N) follow suit, the wind tugging your dragon's wings made you grip even tighter than you thought possible, you could feel the way your hands are hurting from the grip on the reins, biting your lip until you tasted the metallic taste of blood, pulling on the reins to make the unexpected turn, wanting this to end and to just get home safely with Luke, back to your beloveds and the kids and just to warm up and sleep for hours. This chase was taking toll on you fast so you can imagine how exhausted Luke and Arrax must feel. You swore if you could you'd slap Aemond so hard that his hair would cocoon around his head for seven days.

Feeling annoyed when hearing the amused laughter of Aemond despite the rain and wind, smile wiped from his face when Arrax took another turn and dove between a narrow gap between two formations, causing your dragon and his dragon having to quickly fly higher again on time to avoid smashing into solid rock. At this moment you felt a little more grateful for Arrax's smaller size, having the upper hand at better agility and speed and being able to fit through the narrow gap beneat you and Aemond's dragons, knowing full well that Vhagar wouldn't be able to fly through that even if it meant yours wouldn't either because of his size. He wasn't Vhagar's size but he was much bigger than Arrax.

The time it took for Vhagar to reach a safe altitude you've managed to fly up right next to them, seeing Aemond glace your way as you glared at him, amusement dancing in his eyes and smile, throwing his head back as he burst out into a fit of laughter.

"Ao own iā gēlȳn! valītsos!" (You own a debt! Boy!)He yelled, furiously looking down to try and spot the child and the young dragon who have vanished from sight, this had you feeling relieved.

"Debts be damned Aemond! Leave the child alone!" You felt the anger bubble inside of you once again. They were kids back then and he asked for it in the first place. Luke was only trying to defend his brothers and the accident caused Aemond one eye but he still gained Vhagar for that and it was years ago.

Aemond huffed out in annoyance, opening his mouth to respond back to you but at that moment you heard Lucerys panicked voice.

"Daor Arrax!" (No Arrax!)He yelled before a fireball unexpectedly got hurled in Vhagar's face as Arrax zipped past the two of you when Vhagar nearly jerked her head into your dragon, a growl leaving her while you flinched in suprise when (Y/D/N) jerked to the side.

"Daor! Arrax! Dohaeragon nyke!" (No Arrax! Serve me!) you heard Luke ordered in fear, pulling frantically on his reins, feeling scared when seeing Luke lose control over Arrax as they disappeared into the clouds and more terrified when Vhagar let out an angry screech and begin to set after the tiny dragon again but this time you've got (Y/D/N) into motion on time, following on Vhagar's heel as Aemond got fearful when he lost control of her too, trying to steer her back and yelling at her to stop.

"Vhagar! No!"

Lucerys felt slightly relieved when they broke through the clouds and found calmness and sunshine above the storm, feeling Arrax relaxing too while he scanned the place to try and catch sight of you or Aemond, heart still beating unsteady when he didn't find you next to him.

He went to call out but nearly screamed when Vhagar unexpectedly broke from the clouds very close to his right, jaws open as she came at them with lightning speed but was heavily startled and confused when a dark shadow whipped past them and crashed straight into the side of Vhagar's neck while Arrax let's out fearful screeches while flapping repeatedly to not get swooped into the mess, feeling Vhagar's hot breath against them briefly.

Lucerys felt a mix of relief when seeing it's you on your dragon who barreld into the side of Vhagar and saved him and Arrax from becoming a meal to Vhagar when he could make out your dragon's black scales and red eyes.

You had to grab onto one of (Y/D/N) neck spines to keep yourself from falling off of his back when he dugged his sharp talons and teeth into the side of Vhagar's neck with a ferocious force that sent the four of your tumbling back into the dark clouds beneath you with a surprised roar from Vhagar and Luke letting out a yell of fear as he watched you fall back into the raging storm below, fearing for the worst of you being hurt or worse.

You've always been like his second mother even before you were with his mother where you claimed the two of you were only 'friends' having known her and Alicent since childhood, and the two boys have know you since their birth when you've always been there and having sided with Rheanyra after the whole Alicent thing, and you, him and his brother always getting into random shenanigans with their mother having given up on scolding when you and her sons got in trouble or got a bit too carried away while Daemon were urging you on and occasionally getting caught up too in it when he got involved in the relationship. And the time you wanted to strangle Alicent when she made Rhaenyra walk up flights of stairs right after giving birth, if it weren't for Laenor stopping you and your worry to support her all the way up each step, having given Alicent the most poisonous glare while holding Rhaenyra and baby Joffrey close. You were there to help her look after Joffrey when he was still a baby after Harwin's death when Rheanyra took it hard even though you were hesitant when it came to babies and their amusement to find you asleep with the baby asleep on your chest or either wrapped up in a blanket in your arms with you under your dragon's wing while you spoke with the dragon softly as to not disturb the sleeping baby. It was no different when baby Aegon and Viserys were born after the union with Daemon, it was hard to keep up with seven kids with Daemon's twin daughters, Baela and Rhaena, included from his previous marriage but those two were able to keep you atleast a bit sane since they were less unruly and always eager to help you and Rhaenyra around. And sword training with him, Daemon and Jacaerys and teaching them about the dragons as they grew up with their dragons by their side.

He smiled when remembering a few moons(months) ago how you nearly fainted when Rhaenyra told you she's pregnant and there is yet again a new addition on the way and how pale your face have gotten, eyes wide and Jacaerys having gotten worried along with Rhaenyra as she went to your side to make certain you start breathing again after the news, fussing over you despite all the amusement at your surprise, while Daemon were snickering in the corner along with Baela and Rhaena giggling. But during the pregnancy you were tailing behind her, constantly fussing over her, pulling out chairs for her and letting her rest while helping Daemon and the maids with Aegon and Viserys, refusing to let her do anything that could strain her too much and making sure she's eating healthy all the while glaring daggers at Daemon from his teasing but you made sure to get back at him.

You felt even more disheveled from all the clashing when Vhagar finally backed down, hovering heavily in front of you, Aemond looking to be in a heaving state too, for once looking shamefull when looking back at you, breathing heavily.

"That was very idiotic of you to chase a damn child on a much smaller and less experienced dragon on a freaking war dragon Aemond!" Your voice sounded as alarming as the thunder as you hissed the words at him like poison, a burning fury behind your eyes.

"I...I..I'm so sorry (Y/N)." He spoke hesitantly, trying his best to not look away in his nervous state as your words got to him, reality finally seeping in as adrenaline began to slowly wear off.

"You could have killed them Aemond. What were you thinking?"

"I lost control over Vhagar. I just wanted to scare him and..."He mumbled before trailing off, shame in his voice at having to admit that. His mother certainly would have been greatly disappointed if she witnessed this as much as his father who never really gave him the attention he needed, only having ever noticed his mistakes.

Your heart were still beating like crazy in your chest, thudding through your ears as you took in his words, trying to calm your breathing, feeling concerned at the bleeding wounds from Vhagar's claws on (Y/D/N)'s side from when she grabbed onto him to throw him to escape his jaws on her. There were scars on Vhagar you felt guilty about too that had to be caused to get them away from Luke and Arrax but it was necessary.

You wanted to scold him more but only opted to rub at your soaked temple, willing your mind to just be calm, half understanding where Aemond is coming from but still dissapointed, mostly in the lack of guidance he had from his parents for he doesn't know that dragons can't be controlled as freely as he thought and that they aren't slaves and that they'll still lash out if they so desire. You admired Viserys when he was still alive because he was Rhaenyra's father and Daemon's brother but he could have made more effort with his children he had with Alicent.

"Just go home Aemond, you got lucky this time because if anything have happened to Luke I swear to the old gods and new gods you'd have had Daemon, Rhaenyra and me coming after you." You finally said after a few moments, pushing the hair sticking to your face from the rain still pelting on you both, grimacing at how heavy your limbs felt to even move anymore at this point.

Aemond looked as if he wanted to say something more for a moment but chose to remain silent, before setting Vhagar back into motion in the other direction, glancing back at you briefly before you too set (Y/D/N) into motion to find Luke again after seeing Aemond and Vhagar dissapear further into the storm.

Luke made Arrax glide through the air slowly, circling two times while his eyes scanned the clouds beneath frantically, the coil in his stomach tightening when he saw no sign of any movement that could be you, contemplating if he should leave or dive back into the storm to try and see if he could find any sight of you, wondering how he was gonna break the news to his mother and father if you are dead or hurt.

They wouldn't take this well at all that was for certain. He himself was beginning to the tear up when the adrenaline wore down, the situation finally settling in as he wiped furiously at the tears forming in his eyes, hearing Arrax croon slightly below when sensing the heartbreak of his young ride through their bond.

It was a few moments longer when they heard flapping of wings again, immediately alert and tense as Luke scanned below them, scared of it being Aemond and Vhagar, ready to finish them off too but the two calmed slightly when hearing the familiar rumble of (Y/D/N) before the two of you broke through the clouds, gliding up next to them.

"You're alive!" Lucerys yelled happily, a tired but gleeful smile on his face when seeing the two of you, eyes lingering on the blood and wounds on (Y/D/N)'s side as you shot him a just as exhausted but comforting smile, both of you looking worse for wear after the intensity of the situation.

"Of course kid. I'm too hard to get rid of that easily much like Daemon." You shrugged playfully, laughing softly when Luke laughed, humming in agreement to your words, while the two of you set back home, trying your best to take deep breaths to calm your raging heart that was still beating like the wings of a hummingbird in your chest, trying process everything that just happened in this short time. How did a simple trip not that far away from home turn into this?

"I won't disagree with that."

You were grateful you went along with Lucerys on the trip to Storm's End to try and get Lord Borros Baratheon to support Rhaenyra when you saw how nervous the child were despite trying his best to mask it for his mother's sake. If you weren't here to have helped you grimace thinking of what could have happened.

It was quite for a few moments with you keeping a close eye on Luke and Arrax and occasionally patting at your dragon's neck in comfort and gratitude while worried about his wounds, hearing him crooning lowly in response to ease your worries.

"What happend back there?" Luke decided to ask, glancing your way curiously, eyes full of questions and curiosity.

Shrugging slightly you swiped the sticky hair from your face again, eyes trained foward in the sky before giving him attention.

"We've managed to get Vhagar to back down. She didn't take to that too kindly as you can see with the wounds. They are both okay and left after Aemond got her back in control." You explained, exhaustion heavily in your voice.

Lucerys gave you a shy smile after another few moments passed.

"Thank you for helping us back there. That was really brave of you for risking your life to do that."

You returned the smile, waving him off while looking out into the skies, feeling calmer and happier when seeing the familiar place you call home finally appearing in your sight.

"Luke, it was nothing big. You know very well I won't let anything hurt you nor your siblings and mother and father either and won't hesitate doing whatever it takes to keep you all safe. And the real brave one here is really you and Arrax. You'll make a mighty fine Lord of Driftmark one day." You told him sincerely, smiling at the child as he tried to hide his embarrassment at your words, urging (Y/D/N) to go faster when Arrax picked up speed towards Dragonstone with an excited screech, just as eager as all of you to get home to your lovers, eat and melt into their arms and rest.

Soon enough you landed next to Arrax and Luke after the people scattered out of the way with murmurs and awe, sliding off of (Y/D/N)'s back, gently patting his side as he nudged your side before Luke ran up to you and throw himself against you in a tight hug, nearly sending the two of you stumbling to the hard ground but you returned the hug, gently ruffling his already messy hair after wrapping an arm around his smaller form until you heard the sounds of people's murmurs again, and looked up to see the various people of Dragonstone and royal guards watching you all curiously, some greeting you both before two dragon keepers rushed over to take the reigns of your dragons to tend to (Y/D/N) wounds and let the two dragons get rest after proper care.

You looked up in the sky when a shadow casted over the ground, seeing Daemon's dragon Caraxes flying about in the cloudy sky, and spotting Syrax resting on the grassy field in the distance, her yellow scales shimmering under the few sun rays peeking through the clouds causing a small smile to tug at your lips at seeing your lovers dragons so peaceful despite still being worried about (Y/D/N) wounds.

You followed behind Lucerys as he began walking to the towering keep tiredly, body sore, fighting the urge to close your eyes, your whole body felt so heavy and exhausted and you just wanted to sink into a warm bath and just get in bed and fall asleep in your lovers arms.

"I'm so sleeping four days straight. Jace and father can forget about training for the next few days." You lowly hummed in agreement as the guards pushed open the heavy doors, letting you and Luke through as you nodded your head in gratitude at them, running a hand through your hair, huffing at the tangled mess it was from the rain and bizzare events from earlier. Storm's End definitely lived up to it's name.

"Agreed kid. Not even Balerion himself would be able to drag me out of bed."

You spotted one of the guard standing at his post, deciding to ask him where Rheanyra and Daemon is.

"My lady. Price Lucerys, welcome back. Queen Rhaenyra is in the meeting room." He said and you give a smile in thanks to him before walking to the room with Luke following behind, fingers trailing the rough stone walls of the dark building.

You soon reached the meeting room where Rhaenyra, one of your beloved's is, seeing her talking with a few council members, all the talking halting as soon as your arrived and one of the door guards announced your arrival, all eyes on you making you feel a little uncomfortable but keeping your head high as your eyes met with her dazzling voilet eyes, resisting the urge to just rush over to her and embrace her tightly and just melt into her comforting arms.

She could immediately sense the exhaustion from you and her son, and that something bad must have happend as if your rough and tattered appearanced weren't a dead give away, she quickly dismissed the council and guards before hastily making her way towards you when you relaxed, guard slipping down the moment her soft comforting hand cupped your cheek and her familiar .eyes scanned your face before landing on Lucerys, questions and concern swirling behind her eyes at the appearance you both were in.

"What happend?" The question made you feel tired all over again as the memories replayed through your head like a mantra, your lips pulling into a tight lipped smile, blinking a few times to clear your head, mentally preparing yourself.

"The pirate-eyed Targaryen and his demented bald granny dragon happend." You could hear Luke trying to keep his snort in from your name for Aemond and his dragon, biting his lip to try and contain his smile as he nudged into your as Rhaenyra looked confused for a moment before realization hit her at who you meant, face paling despite wanting to smile lightly at the words that left your mouth, eyes more alert while scanning the two of you, relaxing when your hand brushed against her swollen stomach, her hand landing on top of yours as you made eye contact again, giving her a assuring smile despite your heart raising as the memory flashed vividly through your mind.

"That's quite a story but yeah, Aemond was there before us, already having gotten the  Baratheon's on their side. He saw Lucerys and just lost his mind, wanting to take out his eye as pay back for his and by the time a raging storm have started, we were leaving but Aemond chased after Luke even when he ran to his dragon despite the guards trying to stop him when I told Luke to run." You could feel the anger from Rhaenyra as she worriedly grabbed his hand with her free hand as he stood closer to your side but she could sense there were more to the story.

"And this ended up getting worse because Aemond was dead set on getting to Luke, he chased behind him and Arrax in the raging storm, I felt so terrified of anything bad happening and I got on (Y/D/N) and followed behind them to try get their attention away from them. He kept taunting Lucerys and Vhagar tried a few times to bite at them and she nearly did when Aemond lost control over her when Arrax shot a fireball at her when feeling threatened." The more you spoke the more you could see Rhaenyra getting worried and angry, pulling the child into her side protectively, her fingers running through his hair as he hugged her, being careful over her pregnant stomach while you intertwined your hand with her other one this time, bringing it your mouth and kissing it gently, letting your lips linger on the soft skin, knowing this helps her calm down.

Stressing weren't good for the baby and you were determined to keep her calm despite the grim reality of the story you have to tell her.

"Mother, she and (Y/D/N) managed to dive in on time to stop anything bad from happening but (Y/D/N) got hurt by Vhagar and I was so scared when I didn't see them for awhile but we're all safe now! They were really brave." Lucerys spoke up admiration making you chuckle as she smiled gently at your son.

"Is that so? I don't doubt that because they both have always been brave." She moved her hand to his cheek fondly as he nodded eagerly.

"My love the real brave one was all Lucerys and Arrax." You spoke with smile, patting him on the shoulder before ruffling his hair causing you and his mother to laugh he huffed in embarrassment from your words, trying to play it cool as he tried fixing his unruly hair, failing miserably and only making it look worse.

After the laughing died down she pulled both of you into a group hug, holding onto both of you tightly when a tear slipped from her eye, feeling beyond relieved that the two of you got home safely but still feeling the underlying madness at Aemond's pettiness and how he could have gotten either one or both of you killed.

You happily melted into her warm hug, face nuzzling into her platinum locks while you felt her comforting scent wash over you, grounding you and serving as a solid reminder that you're both home and safe where you all belonged.

Daemon would certainly handle this news way worse with his short temper but it's a good thing you and her are there to stop him from doing something bad. He would no doubt jump on Caraxes and burn down King's Landing if given reason enough.

Reluctantly pulling away from the hug, Rhaenyra kissed your cheek gently before turning to Luke.

"Ask the maids to prepare a bath for you and get dressed in comfortable clothes then come down for a meal, the cooks have been preparing your favorite." You watched the interaction with a fond smile, heart melting at the two as he lightened up at her words before rushing out of the room and down the halls after closing the doors.

You walked over to her, hugging her from behind while your hands landed on her stomach, rubbing softly as she leant back against you, a content smile when you planted kisses against her neck then cheek, resting your head on her shoulder and just gently swinging her from side to side, closing your eyes and taking in her scent when her hand landed on the back of your head and the other one on top of yours, squeezing gently.

"Thank you so much for keeping Lucerys safe even if you risked your own life." You heard her murmur, hearing the way her voice caught in her throat as tears threatened to spill but you hummed in a comforting way, hugging her tighter.

"My love, there is no need to thank me for that. I'd do it again in a heartbeat to keep you, our sons and big family safe and would gladly give up my own life if I have to to ensure your all safe and protected." You told her with emotion bleeding through every word, feeling at ease when she gently squeezed your arm.

"Nyke gīmigon ñuha sīmontan. Nyke'll gaomagon keskydoso syt jemome tolī." (I know my rose. I'll do the same for all of you too) You melted at her endearing name for you and her words and how her voice have that calming effect on you when speaking in high Valyrian. You could just drift off on her like this if you could and stay in this moment forever.

"Where is Daemon? I saw Caraxes earlier when we got here but no sign of him when entering the keep." You questioned softly, your head still on her shoulder and lips grazing her cheek in a soft kiss as she hummed with a grin, leaning her head to connect her lips with yours once again in a slow but gentle kiss that lasted a few seconds.

"He's probably still outside with the royal blacksmith. He said he wanted to get something made for little Visenya for when she's born." You softly made a sound of acknowledgement, remembering when he asked you on some advice between choosing what to have made for the baby.

The two of you stayed that way for a few moments longer before she pulled away, gently grabbing both your hands and leaning in to kiss you yet again, smiling into the kiss and causing you to tiredly grin when meeting with her voilet eyes, sparks flaring between your gaze after pulling away from the kiss.

"You're beauty never fail to amaze me." You mumbled with a dreamy voice making her cheeks turn slightly red while she laughed shyly, the sound making your grin grow even bigger by the moment.

"Come my beloved, let's go get a bath prepared for you and then join Lucerys, Joffrey, Baela and Rhaena for a meal then get rest. I'll let one of the guard's call for Daemon and fetch Viserys and Aegon. They've all been eager to see you again." She pulled you to the doors and towards your shared room as you nodded, allowing her to pull you along as her hand gripped yours like her life depended on it, too scared to let go for even a moment and eager to spend time with you, Daemon and the kids and already plotting on how to make Aemond wish he weren't born. She can only silently pray that Jace returns safely too.

[sydsaint]

Not afraid to admit I'm in love with his problematic ass <3

Summary: The reader wins the women rumble only to be teased by Punk. So when he loses his rumble she can't pass up the opportunity to get some revenge.

The crowd in the arena is deafeningly loud as they all scream and cheer around you. It's been over an hour since you came out in the women's rumble match as number 3, and somehow you're still here. Every inch of your body is drenched in sweat and everything aches. But you aren't done yet.

Four women remain in the match, including you. Becky Lynch, Bayley, and Liv Morgan are all much fresher than you are. But none of them have the unbridled passion and desire to win like you do.

"Sorry, Becky." You grab ahold of Becky's leg and dump her over the ropes after faking a temporary alliance with her.

Becky tumbles to the floor and it's down to three. Liv and Bayley start going at it in one of the corners of the ring and you see your opening. You rush to the corner and shove Bayley into the turnbuckle. Bayley hits Liv who has been teetering on the apron and Liv sails down to the floor.

One left.

You waste no time and grab Bayley's waist. She struggles against your grip, but your raw strength is too much for her. You muster all the strength you have left haul Bayley over your head and drop her. She tumbles over the top rope and hits the ground with a loud thud.

You did it. You won.

The bell rings and your exhaustion gets the better of you. You sink to your knees breathing heavily as one of the referee's on the outside heads in to raise your hand.

About 15 minutes later you head backstage with a giddy smile on your face. You've got Rhea at Wrestlemania this year. And you aren't going to squander this opportunity. Nothing can ruin this moment.

"Well well well, don't you look nice." A familiar voice greets you on the other side of the curtain and your smile fades.

"Fuck you, Phillip." You come face to face with CM Punk. You sneer at the shit-eating grin plastered on his face as he blocks your path. "Move out of the way you entitled dickhead." You spit at him.

"And miss the chance to congratulate you on your big win, YN?" Punk replies cooly.

You stand your ground and stare at him, despite the fact that every fiber of your being is sore and exhausted. But Punk has a way of lighting a fire in you. In more ways than one, unfortunately.

"Good luck out there tonight, Punk. I sincerely hope that Cody kicks your ass and dumps you over the top rope." You flash a fake smile at him before shouldering past him.

"You know you love me, sweetheart!" Punk calls after you as you walk off.

You head back to the locker room and get a good shower in. The hot water eases the fatigue and ache in your body and you feel much better after. Since you're feeling better you head backstage again so you can watch the men's rumble match unfold.

When you arrive backstage the match is up to number 20. You watch Bron Breakker come out and dominate the field. You and Bron used to hang out in NXT before you got called up. You smile to yourself as the match drags on and Bron picks up some eliminations for himself and makes plans to talk to him after the show to catch up.

"Oh god. They gave him lucky number 27?" You scoff when it's Punk's turn to head out.

You roll your eyes at his confidence and bravado, ignoring that voice in the back of your mind that finds him so damn hot when he's acting all high and mighty. The match drags on for another twenty minutes until it's just Punk and Cody left.

"Yes! Get his ass, Cody!" You cheer when Rhodes tosses Punk out of the ring. "Nice! Serves his entitled ass right." You smile to yourself when the bell rings.

The camera pans to Punk sitting on the floor in defeat and a thought pops into your head. 'god he looks so pathetic.' You think to yourself. 'and kind of hot all defeated and on his knees.'

You decide to hang around and rub it in some when Punk comes trudging through the curtain.

"Well well well, don't you look nice?" You mimic Punk's earlier statement with a grin.

Punk picks his head up and meets your gaze. Your smile is the same cocky and self-important one he was wearing earlier in the night. You're doing the same thing he was earlier. Only difference is you're set to main event Wrestlemania in two months with Rhea. And Punk just lost to Cody freaking Rhodes.

"Awe, what's wrong, Phil?" You laugh. "Night didn't go like you planned?"

"Yeah, real mature, sweetheart." Punk grumbles to himself. "Move out of the way." He demands.

You can't help but widen the smile on your face if that's even possible. "What? And miss the chance to rub this loss in your face?" You snicker.

Punk steps up to you but you don't budge. He comes to a stop inches from your face and stares at you. And you stare right back.

"Doesn't feel good, does it, Phillip?" You ask with a grin.

"You're real mature. You know that?" Punk fires back.

You continue to stand your ground and lick your lips. The tension in the air is palpable at this point. "I am almost 20 years younger than your geriatric ass." You remind him.

"Brat." Punk growls at you and finally shoulders past you.

"Awe, what's the matter, Daddy? Can't take the heat?" You laugh as he stomps off. "What happened to all that confidence from earlier? What was it you said? Oh, right! You know you love me, sweetheart!" You continue to call after him until he's out of sight.

Zoey Stark comes around the corner having heard everything and walks over to your side. "You two seriously need to just fuck already." She complains. "Because y'all are getting out of hand backstage."

"Oh, I'm just having some fun, Zoey." You wave your hand dismissively. "Besides, that old man couldn't handle all of this." You gesture to yourself with a grin.

"If you say so." Zoey shrugs. "Oh, well damn. Look at that." She laughs and points across the room.

You glance in the direction Zoey is pointing and find Punk making a B-line across the room toward you. Zoey walks off and you are left alone to confront your annoyingly sexy rival.

"Finally think of a comeback old man?" You ask Punk with a wink.

"You've got a big fucking mouth, you know that?" Punk growls and grabs ahold of your arm. "Luckily for you, I have experience handling girls with too much attitude" He adds, now wearing a smirk that sightly concerns you.

You dig your heels into the carpet in protest to being dragged off. "Now hold on a second!"

"Oh, it's too late to beg, sweetheart. You're coming with me." Punk replies and continues to drag you off.

[twstjam]

This will be the death of me - Part 1

Characters: Malleus Draconia & Yuu

Ship(s): Planned romantic Malleyuu

Word count: 2.9k

Summary: You've never seen a dragon before—Heck, you thought they were extinct!—but even someone with half a brain cell can put together that it would be smarter to NOT get on one's bad side.

Is it any better to get on a dragon's good side though? That depends... on if you can survive his clinginess.

Or: You end up in a bit of a httyd experience after running into and helping a dragon on your travels.

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Like many other situations in your life, you're not entirely sure how you got into this mess. As inevitable as it might be, it's not like you wanted to be screaming your voice hoarse while looking down the jaws of a man-eating beast.

By pure dumb luck or some form of divine intervention, you'd managed to scramble away right as it snapped its jaws shut, jumped onto your feet, and shot away like a bullet. You didn't turn back—Didn't dare to—but you honestly felt like you had death on your heels. You're familiar enough with the feeling to recognise it, but this time you were positive that it was actually going to catch you this time.

You skidded to a stop—And subsequently fell on your ass—when you suddenly heard a squealing rumble. It got cut off abruptly, followed by the sound of people shouting, chains rattling, and something massive dragging through the dirt. Then, you heard a sound like heavy rocks skidding together and then a loud thump. A pause of silence... and then cheering.

Now you find yourself sitting around a fire with people you don't have a single lick of recognition for. You're surrounded by the laughter and drunken singing of the king's soldiers, being forced to awkwardly rock side to side by the swaying bodies you're squished between.

Maybe you should be celebrating. You did just narrowly escape death after all, but that's nothing new at this point considering your track record and honestly, how can you just gloss over the fact that these people had used you as bait to catch an ancient beast?

After that maddening race for your life, armoured strangers had come out of the bushes and thicket to announce to you that they had just captured that beast that had tried to eat you— a dragon —and to also thank you for wandering into its vicinity and luring it out for them.

They had been there. They had watched as you'd cluelessly treaded on dragon territory and almost became dragon chow.

The chill of fear in your body had heated to anger and you were about to tell them just how exactly you felt about their dragon-hunting tactics when it suddenly hit you—A dragon. This massive, hulking beast… this embodiment of the night… this creature glaring at you with sharp, neon green eyes and bound in massive iron chains… is a dragon .

All your fury had dissipated and were instead replaced by a sense of dread that numbed your body and stiffened your limbs. Chained or no, the burning fury that you saw in this creature's eyes promised revenge. You don't know about the soldiers that had captured it, but as someone who had looked down its gaping jaws of death, you weren't eager to be at the receiving end of its wrath.

After the celebrations around the fire, the soldiers had oh-so kindly invited you to rest in their camp for the night as thanks for your assistance. If you'd wanted to receive such "graciousness" in exchange for such an experience you never would've left home.

The soldiers quickly conk out as soon as they hit their sleeping bags, the rum swiftly taking them under. They'll be feeling that in the morning for sure... and maybe even the sole of your boots, if you're impulsive enough.

You don't fall asleep—You can't, not with the massive black bulk looming over the entire camp and spanning twice its length. You'd overheard the soldiers discussing lookout for the night, but if you were right, whoever is currently on duty (and every other person who's supposed to swap with them) should be too buzzed out of their mind to stay awake.

You slip out of your sleeping bag towards where the dragon is lying (even with its abyssal hide melding with the pitch black of the night, it's hard to miss with the gleam of the chains and just by how BIG it is) and sure enough, the soldier sitting watch is drooling on the spear that they're leaning on.

Chills shudder across your entire body and all of your hairs stand on end as you approach the bound beast. The cold fear intensifies, enveloping your entire body when you see the dragon's gaze on you. Its eyes are a green you've never seen before. It reminds you of fire, even though you've only ever seen orange and blue ones.

Its eyes are slitted. Wary. You take another step closer and its warning growl shakes the ground beneath your feet. You freeze on the spot, but fortunately you still have enough feeling in your body to move and bow your head in submission. Hopefully—Or if your luck plays out—the dragon understands it to be the non-threatening display that it is, or at least doesn't disregard it.

To your relief, the dragon stops growling, and even though it's still glaring at you, you take it as a good sign.

"I'm going to try and free you," you whisper. You slowly reach into your satchel and pull out a massive ring of keys, being mindful to not clink them together and make noise. With how out of their minds with alcohol the soldiers were, it was no special feat to find out who had the keys and snatch them without being spotted. The dragon's eyes zero in on the keys and you see its pupils go slightly rounder.

The dragon doesn't growl, but it still watches you carefully as you get closer—Close enough to touch. You keep the beast in your peripherals as you search for the locks in the chains. You murmur an "A-ha!" you finally find one and get to work slotting in a key.

There's a click , and a rush of triumph fills your chest when the chain comes undone. A lump lodges itself in your throat though when the chain snaps back with a sharp noise. You hold your breath and whirl around to make sure the sound hasn't woken anyone.

No one's moved. The soldiers are as still as the dead. You let out a sigh of relief and go on to find the next lock.

It occurs to you, in the middle of finding the third lock, that this might be a bad idea. Sure, it was already a bad idea to incur the wrath of an ancient beast by binding it like a common animal, but for obvious reasons, it might be a worse idea to release the aforementioned wrathful beast.

"When you're free, you're not gonna eat me, right?" you whisper to the dragon as you unlock the iron collar around its neck. The dragon is quiet. It instead responds by bending its long neck around once you've freed it to look at you. You stumble back, startled, but it doesn't do anything else other than stare you down. There's no hostility in its gaze though, so your heart settles.

"...Is that a yes?" you murmur.

The dragon makes a short snuffing noise but it doesn't sound agitated. It lowers its massive head and you take a step back, but the motion is careful. There's no risk of it knocking you over with its oversized snout and instead you have easy access to the iron clamping its jaws shut.

Why don't you find out? the creature's intelligent, gleaming gaze seems to say.

You take a deep breath, muster every ounce of courage and foolishness in your body, and reach forward with the key.

Your hand accidentally brushes its face. The dragon growls, you curse, and the both of you jerk away from each other.

You try again, more carefully this time. The dragon's big eyes are even more unnerving this close, but you're not deterred. Your conviction has always been either your savior or downfall, and you've never been more anxious to find out which it is this time.

The mechanism in the lock clicks . You grin victoriously at the dragon as it pulls its head back, but it vanishes off your face when the beast tosses its great head and throws the iron muzzle to the ground with a clang that makes you jump.

"Wait—!" you call out too late as startled yells sound out from the soldiers in the camp. The soldier on lookout, the one closest to you and the dragon, jolts awake and their eyes bug out of their head upon seeing the dragon loom over them with its teeth bared.

"Shit!" they yell out. "The beast is—"

The soldier is abruptly cut off by a great black maw closing around them. Screams and yells of terror ring out. The dragon locks its jaws with a sickening crunch before flinging the limp body aside like a ragdoll.

You should be scared. You should be horrified. But instead, you swallow and think, I'm glad that wasn't me .

Sue you, you're still petty about being used as dragon bait.

The soldiers, still dazed from their night of drinking, stumble to their feet, but it's only a matter of time before the adrenaline sobers them up enough to grab their weapons and more chains. You focus back on the task of releasing the dragon—There's only a few more chains left to go!—but it rises up on its chained feet.

"Oh come on!" you exclaim as you impulsively grab onto its leg before it gets too far for you to reach the lock. Your arms are almost pulled out of their sockets as you're jerked along like no more than an annoying piece of paper stuck to a slightly damp foot. "Stay—Stay still!"

You can't see what's going on, but you hear shouts and the dragon bellowing above you. You continue to be flung around on your reptilian joyride as it knocks over soldiers with its powerful tail and snaps more up in its terrifying teeth. The smell of blood in the air thickens, but your attention is solely on the manacles on the dragon's legs.

Despite being jerked around, you manage to successfully free the beast's front legs. You lose your grip and narrowly miss being stepped on when the dragon charges forward to snap up fleeing soldiers. The breath is knocked out of you with how hard you hit the ground and you lie there, groaning.

" YOU! "

You startle at the sharp yell and flip around onto your front to look up at the seething face of a soldier you recognise to be the one that was holding the keys—The captain. Uh oh.

"Uh, hey..." you stammer breathlessly with a sheepish smile.

"What have you done?!" the soldier screeches. You hear the tell tale sound of a sword being dragged out of its sheath and you catch the glint of iron in the soldier's hand. "You'll pay for this!"

You yelp and skitter on the ground in a pathetic attempt to get away as the sword is raised. Right as you think you're about to be run clean through, you're deafened by a loud roar. You catch the captain's eyes widening the split second before black scales suddenly appear in your vision.

You hold your arms over your ears when the dragon above you snarls loud enough above you to possibly burst your eardrums. The temperature all around you rises unbearably. A blood-curdling scream cuts through the air, but still all you can think to do is find the keys on the ground and drag yourself through the dirt to reach the manacles on the dragon's back legs.

As you're unlocking the second manacle, you hear soldiers yelling out battle cries and charging the dragon's rear with weapons and chains drawn. You're about to yell out a warning, but the dragon lifts its tail and easily sweeps it over the approaching attackers, knocking them over like barrels.

The dragon is completely free to move now, but you still hear the clinking of chains as the dragon moves above you. Its wings!

You crawl out from underneath the dragon's belly, stumble to your feet, and immediately come face-to-face with blindingly neon green eyes. The dragon has its neck craned toward you, eyes trained on you instead of the armed soldiers. You're momentarily distracted by the arrows and spears embedded in the beast's black hide before focusing back on the iron chains binding its wings.

The chains clink and clatter metallically as the dragon flexes its wings in alarm at soldiers aiming bows, crossbows, and spears. The beast reacts, moving around wildly. Not wanting to get squished by a rampaging thousand-pound dragon, you do the only thing you feasibly can—You jump onto its back.

Alright. It's not your brightest idea, because the dragon immediately starts trying to shake you off, but you grip onto one of the many ridges on its back and hold on for dear life.

"Stay still! I'm trying to save your fucking life here!" you scream at the top of your lungs. The dragon makes a displeased grumble but it fortunately remembers its priorities and turns its attention towards the people trying to kill the two of you.

You hear spears and bones snapping, wood creaking beneath powerful jaws as the dragon picks up a wagon and smashes it on the soldiers that scatter like ants to get away. As this happens, you're fighting to keep your grip on the dragon's back and unchain its wings. You succeed with one and almost get your arms torn off as the beast immediately lifts it and beats it down in one rough movement that has its back muscles rippling and jostling you.

You hiss at the feeling of its scales scraping your skin raw, but still you hold on. One could say your determination is otherworldly, but you'd say it's just your self-preservation kicking in for once and demanding you don't fucking die.

It would've been more helpful if it had kicked in before you had committed to jumping on a dragon's back, but now wasn't the time to lament on that.

By some miracle, you manage to reach the other wing despite all the pain and unsteadiness with the key in hand. You shove it into the lock with a yell and—

Twist. Click. Clang.

The dragon shakes the chains off its wing as you dig your fingers into its back and try to catch your breath. With the dragon's ridges as handholds, you pull yourself further up the dragon's back in hopes of positioning yourself more securely, but as you do so, shadows fall over you as the beast unfurls its wide, wide wings and slams them down.

The sound that deafens you is like a clap of thunder. You shut your eyes tight when the wind suddenly whips up around you, tugging on your clothes and hair and threatening to drag you off the dragon's back and down to the ground.

Which—You realise, when you crack your eyes open—is a long way down because dear Seven Greats you're flying .

The furious winds continue to get colder and stronger and it's all you can do to not fall off and splatter on the ground like a pancake. You manage to peer down below despite how the height makes your stomach swoop and sees soldiers shouting out and pointing at the dragon lifting up into the sky. They're running around to grab more weapons and chains but you doubt they're going to do the slightest bit of good.

You can't begin to imagine what's going on through their minds right now. You're on the dragon's side and you're still terrified. The beast roars as loudly as the thunder that drums the heavens. The air buzzes against your skin as it charges with electricity. The dragon heaves a deep breath and you swear your entire body erupts with sweat as it unleashes a column of bright green fire on the humans below.

Soldiers scream and dive for cover. Wagons and trees groan and break beneath the force and heat of the dragon's breath. Even though you're fortunate enough to not be caught in the inferno below, the heat is still strong enough from its back to be suffocating.

Lightning flashes, momentarily blinding you with green light, and the crack of thunder that follows it combined with the sound of the dragon's beating wings overwhelms you and you lose your bearings. Your grip slips from the dragon's ridges and you tumble gracelessly from its back.

The wind whips around you, roars in your ears, flaps your clothes wildly before it all abruptly stops. You're not all there, but you're pretty sure that a fall from such a long height is supposed to end with pain and death, not pain and a suffocating pressure around your torso.

Despite your unfocused vision and the strong winds pushing your head down, you manage to tilt your chin up and meet the dragon's gaze. You're once again frozen, but you quickly ease out of it when you recognise the lack of hostility from before. Instead of slitted, its pupils are round and its eyes aren't narrowed in a glare.

The dragon does nothing but stare at you as it continues to hover in the air. For a moment, you wonder if it's trying to decide on whether or not it should uncurl its claws and drop you to your death, but it's clear what it decides on as you're not a pitiful stain on the scorched ground below. Instead of safely putting you down like you expect it to do though, you find yourself pressed against a wall of tough scales.

The beast holds you close to its chest and beats its wings, carrying itself— and you —away from the carnage.

[lawomi]

A Little Vengeance - Trans!Law x GN!Reader

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After a few rounds of sex with your boyfriend, Trafalgar Law, you were quite sore… and you're convinced you deserved a little vengeance.

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CWs: Smut, Spanking / Paddling, Sex toys

Your eyes were adjusted to the darkness of Law’s quarters, no light filtering in save for a small candle that flickered on his dresser. You were both sprawled out naked on the bed, your panting mingling with the sound of the Tang’s rumbling engine.

Everything hurts, you muse, sighing with satisfaction. To your left, you felt Law shift his weight, pushing himself up on his side. He reaches out and takes your hand in his, rubbing his thumb affectionately between your fingers.

“Hey, babe, my ass hurts,” you remark to him without looking at him, making him laugh. You lift his hand to your face and play with it, examining the now pink skin on his palms.

“Yeah? I made sure it would,” he grinned his usual sadistic grin, hoping you’d look. You did, then roll your eyes. “It was what you wanted,” he points out, smile faltering ever so slightly. “Can’t ask me to play sadist and then expect me to half ass it,” he joked.

“Y’know…” you turn towards him, then push yourself up onto your butt and wince, leaning back against the headboard. “I think… I want some revenge,” you said, looking into his curious, concerned gold ring eyes.

At first, it took him a moment. He stared, eyes widening slightly, then a blush dusted his cheeks. “Oh,” he pouted and averted his eyes.

“What?” You pat his shoulder, “C’mere.”

Reluctantly, he got up on his knees and shuffled over. He half hugged you, pressing his forehead against yours with a big grimace plastered on his face. You laugh, falling into a fit of giggles.

“What the hell!” You cup his face, giving him a kiss. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Lie across my lap, stupid.”

“I don’t want to,” his voice cracked slightly.

“That’s not one of our safewords,” it was your turn to grin wickedly, looking a bit like the Cheshire cat. He flinches, lips curling into a shy smirk, but he avoids your gaze.

“…F-fine,” he said finally. Awkwardly, he straddles your hips. His long torso was too tempting, as usual, so you run your hands down either side, causing him to shiver from the sudden contact. Both hands squeeze his hips, appreciating the soft give, then one hand travels down quickly and cups his sex, making his cheeks and ears burn pinker, he was already excessively wet.

“You freak,” you tease, “Wow. All that acting and you’re already excited,” you watch him shutter as your fingers run along his slit, pinching and pulling his labia.

He rolled his eyes, pouting profusely. “Whatever…” Your unoccupied hand slips down to caress his thigh, then up to his ass, pulled back and gave him a test slap. It wasn’t strong, but it made him jump. “Tsk, wait a sec,” he snaps.

“You’re taking too long, you big baby!” You scolded. “You like dishing out the pain but won’t take it back?”

He scoffed, “I can take pain plenty well, I’m a fucking pirate. The Surgeon of Death, actually. Have you seen my bounty—”

“That’s it,” you grab his arm and pull him down towards the bed. He obliged, considering he was too strong to be manhandled by you. “Hah,” you smile as he adjusts himself to lie across your lap, “You like playing brat, huh Dr. Death?”

He rested his cheek in his left hand, huffing shakily. He runs his right hand through his messy hair, “I-I just… don’t like being bossed around. I chose to lie here,” he turns his head to glance back at you, you could see the mischievous glint in his eyes. You immediately erase it when you slap his left ass cheek with a loud Clap! making him lurch forward. “Tsk,” he hissed, “That one felt personal.”

“You better shut up,” you stifle a laugh, “I doubt my hands hurt you!” You pull back and slap his ass cheek again in the same spot, making him grumble and shift. Your left hand slides along the small of his back, reaching his Jolly Roger tattoo, and push down slightly to indicate he stay still. Yet another slight protest leaves his throat, but he does what you ask.

Again he hisses when your hand comes down on the same spot, then rubs the reddening skin and moves on to squeeze his other cheek. Your hand then runs down to pat his thigh, slapping the sensitive skin there, too. “Ah,” his jaw slacked just a moment, then he winced, gritting his teeth, when you hit him where you started.

“That’s it,” you purr, “The more I hit you in the one spot, the easier. Maybe I should bring a paddle out, if my hands aren’t heavy enough,” you half say to yourself. “Well, technically I’ll make you summon one…” Again, a Clap! This time he cursed under his breath. He shifts to cover his face in both hands, mumbling something you can’t make out. You could feel his slick begin to wet your thigh, his hard clit grinding ever so slightly against you with each hit.

Exchanging hands, you continue smacking the hot skin, then kneed it, a lovely groan rumbled in his chest. Your right hand's fingers ghost along his inner thigh, making his muscles tense. You run three fingers along his slit, teasing his dick between two. He shutters, sighing dreamily and spreading his legs ever so slightly. You slap him in response, forcing a whine, then a loud moan when your fingers penetrate him. With three fingers inserted deep, the distinct wetness resounding, you begin to rub his g-spot. “Ahh,” he keened, your name falling from his lips.

“Law, get me the paddle, please,” you command casually, leaning with wet fingers to grab a tissue from the night stand. The second your fingers left him he complained, craning his neck to check what you were doing. You wiped them off.

Hesitating a moment—he doesn’t like to seem too eager—he finally lifted his left hand. “Room,” the blue light extends, then in an instant the tissue you were holding was replaced with a paddle sporting a large heart, with smaller ones along the edges.

“Thank you,” you say sweetly, bringing down the paddle harshly on his sore left cheek. Law sprung forward, pulling in a strained, surprised gasp. Fuck, you heard him whisper. You chortle, satisfied at how fast the Room ability vanished, too, like flicking a light switch.

You massage the cheek again, his hissing music to your ears, observing as lighter heart shaped marks began to appear. “Aw, that’s not as puffy as it could be,” you remark. Before he could respond, you bring the paddle down with a Slap! against his untouched cheek. Strained cries left his throat as he shifted slightly to rut against your thigh. You didn’t complain, touching the much brighter heart marks, emphasized by the flushing patch of skin. It was a much darker red than your hand could cause. In fact, you could see some blood vessels burst, leaving a nice purple hue. So, you do it again, tears begin stinging Law’s eyes.

“Good boy,” you praise, using the paddle against his back thigh just to surprise him. He kicks his legs back and forth in an automatic pain easing response. He finally covers his face from embarrassment by shoving it against the mattress. You reach over and tangle your fingers in his hair, then finally begin spanking him over and over.

Law keened and whined into the mattress, his hands squeezing the sheets. Again and again you hit him, occasionally switching cheeks, then hitting his thighs to let his ass rest a little. You pet the burning skin gently, affectionately, the heat radiating against your palms pleasant to the touch. Once you decided he was marked enough from ass to calf, you finally stop. You reach over and grab some cooling lotion, then began spreading it roughly. He whines weakly, both of his own hands entangled in his hair. You let him be, although you did want to see his pretty face, messy face.

Reaching one last time into the drawer next to you, you pull out a medium sized dildo he kept there. Without speaking a word, you shove it as deep as you could into his fluttering, weeping cunt. He muffled a scream in delight. The sound goes on longer as you begin to pump the dildo. It didn’t take too long for the tight coil in his core to come undone, his fists turning white, his body shaking slightly. He lifts his head up off the sheets in response to the pushing sensation, his desperate moans filled your ears as he squirt cum unceremoniously over your thighs. You leave the dildo inside him, occasionally giving it a smack on the blunt silicone bottom to make him tighten and groan.

“There we go,” you hum, continuing to administer the lotion into his stringing skin. He sighed contently, having relaxed his hands and letting his head rest facing away from you. He was too prideful to show you his fucked out, tear stained face. “Was my vengeance too harsh?” You coo, grin spreading from ear to ear.

“Anything you can do I can do better,” he chuckled, the sound vibrating through both of you.

“That sounds like a threat.”

“You’ll find out,” his tone, lace with amusement, was quickly cut off by a pained yelp as you hit him with the paddle one final time. The room soon fell into mutual laughter.

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When Stede wakes, it's on a dirty floor. He's wearing the same outfit he's been wearing for lord knows how long, and he's desperately in need of bathing. His hair sticks to his forehead with sweat — the summer humidity has been brutal the past few days, even with the gentle sea breeze. It doesn't help, either, that Ed's long limbs always end up sprawled all over Stede, and while Stede would never be ungrateful for Ed's company, he could do without the extra body heat.

Stede gently frees himself from Ed's embrace, taking care not to wake him, and rises to his feet. Ed doesn't stir. A part of Stede aches at the fact that Ed is so used to living in these conditions, and he laments the fact that he is unable to provide him with something better, something worthy of him. Oh, well. The time for that will come, Stede thinks with a quiet sigh.

A few days have passed since The New Revenge sailed away from the little island where Stede and Ed have taken up residence. During his time at Jackie's, Stede had grown somewhat accustomed to less than ideal living quarters, but living in this ramshackle abode that Ed refuses to call anything but an "inn" and hunting for all their own food has been... challenging. The only thing that makes it bearable is the fact that Ed is here with him.

Stede decides that he'll go for a quick swim before Ed wakes up, and from there they'll decide where to hunt for breakfast. Or, perhaps one of the nearby store merchants will take pity on them and give them some food for free. Stede finds himself wishing, not for the first time, that he hadn't renounced all his wealth, or convinced Ed to give away all his treasure. His belly rumbles, hollow with hunger. He ignores it.

He walks sluggishly to the wooden door of the inn and opens it, and he's greeted with the quiet light of daybreak and a slight breeze from the calm sea. He takes a deep breath, savoring the salty sea air and trying to expel the smell of rotting wood from his nostrils.

As he surveys the expanse of the ocean, he sees a ship on the horizon, with large imposing sails and a black flag on the mast. It looks almost like... Stede squints his eyes, and— yes, it is the Revenge! Stede's heart leaps. Have they missed the cunning guidance of their captain already? Are they back for another adventure? He smiles at the thought.

A loud snore from Ed brings Stede back to the present, and Stede instantly feels guilty for even entertaining the thought. As much as he loves the adventure and being at sea, he loves Ed more, and he can't ask Ed to go back to that life. No, he'll just have to tell the crew thanks, but no thanks. He's all in on being an innkeeper. Or a shack-keeper.

As Stede continues to watch the Revenge navigate the calm waters, he can't help but notice that it seems like it's getting smaller. He watches for a few more moments before confirming that yes, it's definitely sailing away. But why?

Stede steps out onto the porch of the inn and he nearly trips on something that has been placed just outside the front door. A large chest has been left on the doorstep, and on it is a note written in Lucius's neat handwriting.

To get you started.

Stede's heart swells as he opens up the chest, and he smiles when he sees what's inside. Apart from a considerable amount of gold and priceless antiques that the crew no doubt plundered from some unsuspecting vessel, a handful of other treasures occupy the box as well. Stede sits down on the porch and looks over each item with care, and by the time he's gone through everything his cheeks are damp with grateful tears. He's conscious of a stirring behind him, and he wipes his eyes, slightly embarrassed even though he knows Ed is the last person who would make fun of him.

"Mornin'," Ed says from the doorway, and Stede turns to smile at him. He'll never get used to this, seeing Ed with sleep-tousled hair and hearing his gruff morning voice. He nods toward the chest. "What's that?"

"The crew stopped by this morning when we were sleeping and left us some gifts. Come take a look," Stede says, and Ed joins him on the porch and sits down next to him.

Stede first pulls out the food, his mouth watering just looking at it: a jar of marmalade, a handful of oranges, and six sandwiches, wrapped with care, no doubt, by Roach. Ed takes one of the sandwiches, and wastes no time in unwrapping it and taking a bite. He makes a lewd noise as he tastes it. "That's a damn good sandwich," he says through a mouthful of peanut paste and some kind of fruit jam.

Stede sets one of the remaining sandwiches aside to enjoy later, and then pulls out the next item: a large knitted blanket, which Stede recognizes instantly as Wee John's handiwork. It won't do them much good now, but when summer turns into fall and the nights get colder, Stede is certain he'll be grateful for the extra warmth.

There's a small throwing knife which Stede figures is a gift from Jim, and the words "hidalgo pirata" have been carved into the handle.

There's a whittled... something in there too, which Stede presumes was made by Black Pete. It looks kind of like a person, but Pete was never all that great at whittling, so Stede isn't entirely sure. He wonders if it's meant to be the wooden boy from the story the crew loved so much. He caresses its face absentmindedly.

A fishing rod, presumably from Fang, is also in the chest, and a necklace with a shark tooth on it has been tied around the handle.

A teal earring, which Stede has seen Oluwande wear before, has also been gifted to them.

Even Zheng and Auntie seemingly contributed: Stede pulls out a few jars of sweet-smelling tea leaves, and a few soft towels.

The final two things, though, are the ones that brought tears to Stede's eyes. "Look at this," he says to Ed, who has unwrapped a second sandwich and is devouring that, too.

Stede pulls out a black flag, and unfolds it to reveal a motif of two merpeople, one holding a spear and the other, upside down, holding a red heart. Their free hands hold each other. Intertwined, Stede thinks, and smiles, imagining Frenchie mulling over this project just for them.

The final item in the chest is a sketch, drawn by Lucius: a group portrait of everyone on the crew, including Izzy and Ivan, standing side by side, triumphantly. A family. Stede knows instantly that this will be the first and most treasured piece of decor to grace their inn.

"They put all this together just for us?" Ed asks, surprised and touched.

"Yeah," Stede says, unable to look away from the family portrait. His eyes fall to three words that Lucius has written under the sketch, and his heart swells.

Revenge Lives On.

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Love, Lies & Electricity

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Challenges and Bingos: HBS week 5 - We’re Exes

Summary: After Bucky Barnes broke your heart several months ago you never wanted to see him again. However, when he turns up and asks you to help him, Sam and Torres bring down a HYDRA base you can’t refuse as it will mean a chance to get payback on those who hurt you worse than he did.

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

CW: Angst, Revenge, Sexual Content

There was a reason why you’d taken solace on the rooftop of an abandoned building in DUMBO - you wanted to be alone. You’d hoped that the omnipresent drizzle would have deterred most of those who might wish to contact you, even if they did manage to work out where you were. Despite this, you weren’t surprised in the least when Bucky appeared. 

Even with your back to him and your gaze unwaveringly fixated on the view before you, you knew he was there. He had an energy about him - probably something to do with the circuitry to his arm - that you’d found easy to pick up on when you’d first met him, let alone after you’d become attuned to it. 

“I told you not to bother me ever again, Barnes,” you stated in a flat tone, still avoiding looking at him.

There was a moment of silence, probably so he could consider his response, although you’d be surprised if he wasn’t expecting this type of reception.

“I know,” he acknowledged, “but I - we - need you.”

Your lips twitched wryly. You should have known he wouldn’t be here of his own accord. You hadn’t had any contact from him since that day three months ago when you’d screamed and shouted and… he’d just stood there. Accepting your vitriol before turning and walking out of your life. The wound still felt raw. 

When you’d first met him, you’d fallen hard and fast. Bucky just seemed to get you - understand you like no-one else, and you thought that you’d known him too. The nights you’d spent together, just holding each other and talking about what you’d gone through in your lives - finding comfort and companionship that transcended the physical connection that you had. However, like every other good thing in your life, it had come crashing down around your ears, but unlike other times, you hadn’t seen it - the hurt and the betrayal - coming.

Bucky hadn’t gotten involved with you because of who you were - he’d approached you because of what you could do - what you could bring to a new team of Avengers. Someone else who saw your value in connection to your freakish abilities. He breached your walls, then shattered them from the inside. You were still rebuilding them.

“What’s the job?” you queried, knowing that if you dismissed him out of hand he’d probably just push harder and you’d end up screaming at him.

“There’s a pocket of Hydra holdouts in a bunker in Massachusetts,” he rumbled and you closed your eyes, trying to control your physical reaction to his presence. “We can’t find a way in, and need the element of surprise. You’ve got the skills we need.”

You snorted. Of course it was all about your powers.

“Who’s asking? The White Wolf or Bucky Barnes?” You couldn’t keep the sneer from your voice.

Unsurprisingly, he didn’t rise to it, instead asking, “Would it make a difference?”

A loud sigh left your throat. “I suppose you’re right. You knew I was in from the word ‘HYDRA’.”

You pushed yourself up from the roof ledge and finally turned to face him. The rain had plastered his dark brown hair to his face, making it look black. Droplets of water ran down the divot in his chin, before dripping off the end. Why did he have to be so beautiful? If you were that sodden you’d just look like a drowned rat, so you gave a quick thanks to the small electrical field you’d generated around you that stopped the rain from making contact.

“Let’s get this over with then.” Your voice - and heart - was already weary. “The sooner we get this done, the sooner I can get back to never seeing you again.”

Bucky didn’t answer, instead just giving you a look you couldn’t interpret before turning and walking towards the stairwell. You followed in his wake.

The journey upstate to the compound hadn’t been too arduous. Both you and Bucky had ridden your bikes, which had the dual advantage of making it easy to slip through the traffic and also negated the need for small talk. You hadn’t actually said a word to him since leaving the rooftop and you were totally fine with that.

You’d greeted Sam with a clipped ‘Hello’ and just stared through Torres when he’d shyly raised a hand in your direction. It wasn’t that you didn’t like them, you just didn’t know them.

After a few moments of awkward silence, Bucky had let out a small cough and suggested that you all go through to the briefing room and you’d nodded your assent. Now the four of you were gathered around the holographic blueprints.

“Our main issues,” said Sam, “are these gun turrets.” He pointed out the towers at each corner of the building. “Our intel says they are energy-based, which means if they can get disabled from inside the three of us should be able to get in easier.”

“That’s what we’re hoping you can do,” added Torres, his eyes still refusing to meet yours. It almost made you smile. Almost.

Sam continued. “Once we’re in, we aren’t expecting you to hang around. We know you aren’t a big fan of working with us.”

That was an understatement if ever you’d heard one, but there were bigger motivational factors involved. “You really think I’m gonna turn tail and not take the opportunity to get some payback?” you asked with a raised brow. “You don’t know me at all, Sam.”

A look of sympathy immediately took over his face. “I understand why you feel this way, but this isn’t what this mission is about. We need to shut them down and extract all the data.”

You frowned. You don’t know why you expected a different response from the new Captain America. “But you know that if we don’t stop them - neutralise every single one of them - then they’ll just regroup. Reform. We’ll - You’ll - be no better off than you were before and you’ll just have to hunt them down again another day.” The words came out sharply as your frustration grew.

“We’re not going there with the express intent of murdering people.” Sam bit back. “I’m a realist - I understand that there will be deaths - but I’m not going out of my way to create the highest body count possible.”

There was a moment of silence before you said, “You’re a bleeding heart, Wilson. No mercy should be shown to HYDRA because they sure as hell won’t show you any.”

You turned on your heel and stalked from the room, walking along the corridor until you reached one of the glass walls that allowed you to look out over the forest surrounding the semi-secret base. You weren’t even there a minute before you felt a prickle up your spine. Your hands, that had been resting on your ribs where your arms were crossed, curled into fists.

“Fuck off, Barnes,” you ground out between gritted teeth. He moved to stand beside you, leaning on the railing, and you could see him out of your peripheral vision.

“He’s a good man, you know. It’s why Steve gave him the shield and not me. He knew that for the mantle of Captain America you have to have some level of optimism.”

You huffed and rolled your eyes. “But it just seems so pointless.”

“You know I get it. We have a different outlook, you and I. As much as Sam can empathise with what we went through, try his best to understand, he will never get it. Much the same way that I can’t ever fully understand what it was like for him, being who he is, to grow up in this America. We just have to stick to our truths, and bend once in a while when it’s prudent to do so.” He turned towards you then, flashing a wry grin and you couldn’t help but turn your head as well. “And besides, what Wilson doesn’t know can’t hurt him.”

Bucky pushed away from the railing and started to walk back towards the conference room. Part way along he stopped and looked back over his shoulder. “You coming? We’ve got some HYDRA ass to kick. And by kick, I mean shoot in the head.”

Large hands spanned your waist, gripping firmly but not cruelly. Your legs were hooked over the arms connected to them, holding you wide open. Your eyes, only open a crack, could see the way his dark hair flopped down in front of his face, could see the way his body glistened with sweat as he pumped in and out of you. His muscles strained and his jaw was set.

“Fuck, honey,” Bucky exclaimed. “Feels so fucking good.” Your only reply was a whine as you dropped a hand down between you to strum at your clit.

“That’s it, baby. Make yourself feel good. Wanna feel you come.” If you’d been capable of giggling at his statement you would have, because you’d come twice already - once on his face and once on his fingers. The man was insatiable for your pleasure. You weren’t gonna complain about it.

“Bucky!” you breathed out, not sure what you were actually trying to say, but hoping he could pick up on the tone. The air crackled, its molecules excited by your semi-conscious manipulation of the electric field around you. You could feel yourself rushing towards that peak, your core clenching - pulsing - around where Bucky was filling you with each delicious thrust.

He dropped his head, taking one of your pebbled nipples in his mouth and sucked on it. The sensation pulled tightly on the invisible thread that ran through your body to where the pair of you were joined. Tighter. Firmer. Higher…

You woke with a start, sitting bolt upright as you gulped in lungful after lungful of air. Your hands shook and your skin was sweaty and you silently cursed Bucky Barnes as you flopped back down and pressed one of the pillows over your face. You hadn’t had a sex dream about him in weeks, but it stood to reason that as he was back disrupting your waking hours he’d do the same to your sleep as well.

Frustration welled up inside of you, and with a grunt you threw the pillow across the room, hearing it thud against the generic dresser. You were in one of the ‘guest’ rooms at the compound. White walls. White furniture. Grey bedding, curtains and carpet. It was fucking depressing. You were just glad that you weren’t going to be here for long. Just a few more days of going through the reconnaissance intel and running some training drills in the state of the art suite downstairs and then you’d be on the mission for real. Then, when it was over, you were going to leave - leave New York. Leave the state. Heck, you might even leave the country. 

You flipped over in bed, trying to find a comfortable position to go back to sleep in, but every time you closed your eyes your mind conjured the image of Bucky looking at you as if you were the only thing in his world that had meaning. Sleep was a long time coming.

Three mornings later and you were up early, just finishing getting dressed where there was a knock on your bedroom door. You didn’t need to be a mind reader to know who it was. Lightly slapping your hands against your legs, you strode over and opened the door. Bucky stood there, his fingers all twisted around each other until he seemed to jump at the realisation of what he was doing and put them both behind his back. A smile played at the corners of your mouth. The highlight of the last few days had been the discovery that Bucky was as discombobulated by your presence as you were by his. The only difference was that you seemed to be able to hide it better. That knowledge had allowed you to sleep better the last few nights - the schadenfreude was delicious. And if you’d then played up to it - accidentally rubbed past him in small spaces, or laugh and flirt with a sweetly awkward Joaquin? Well it was exactly what Bucky deserved in your opinion.

You looked up at him with a raised brow and leant against the door, arms folded across your breasts, and you noted the minute flicker of his gaze down and then back up. “Can I help you, Buck?” 

He scowled as you over-pronounced the start and end of his nickname. “I came to see if you were ready. We need to leave in twenty.”

“It’s not my first rodeo, Sargent, a fact you well know. As you can see,” you gestured down the length of your body with your hand, “I managed to get dressed all on my own. I can manage to achieve a surprising amount of things without your help.”

You pushed away from the door and snagged your go back from the floor. It didn’t have a lot in it because unlike the others you only relied on your abilities for both offence and defence. No guns, knives, vibranium arms, shields or wings.

Bucky didn’t move away as you exited your room, causing you to brush against him to get by. As you did so, pointedly not looking at him, his right hand shot out and snagged your upper arm. “Honey, please can we t-”

You shook your arm free angrily. “You don’t get to call me that,” you hissed. “You lost that right months ago. And no, we’re not gonna talk. I said it before, and I’ll say it again. After this mission we never see each other again.” With that, you turned your back on him and stalked in the direction of the hanger. He didn’t try to stop you and you wondered why you felt a lump in the pit of your stomach about it.

Chapter 2

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Weaving Webs CH9

Here is chapter nine of my Invisobang fic! Enjoy the hardest chapter to write and some Danny POV!

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Warnings: Body horror, manipulation, Spectra is her own content warning, Burns, Spider - for like 2 chapters then it goes away.

The Fenton parents were there when the accident happened, they saw Danny die in an act of sabotage. Now they’re just trying to go on with the strange ghost that is all that's left of Danny. While their old college friend is wondering where the subjects of his revenge are.

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Chapter Nine

Fizzt fizzt, the old screen crackled flickering with sparks of white in the black between his fingers. He chewed on its corners. Night, like night. He frowned, eyes cast towards the window. Blocked, hide, Mom said he had to hide. There was still light escaping through the gaps. Not night yet. He was bored. Night meant stars. Not that he could see. Hiding. Sneak a peek while everyone’s eyes were closed. He grumbled a bunch of crackles as he curled around Jazz before starting up a more constant rumbling. She crackled back. Better. Leaving soon. Miss having her.

He startled, loud chime. Door. Guests. Hide even more. Mom said. Worried about him. They’d take him. Take Jazz. Then he couldn’t keep safe. Jazz untangled herself from him. He whined and flickered out of sight.

Mom got there first. Guest? Unfamiliar voice. Sharp cold that stuck in his visor. There was something in his house. Looked human. Wasn’t.

“Dr Spectra? What are you doing here?” Jazz asked. Irritated. Fake.

“Oh you must be the school counselor?” Mom started.

“I’m here to check up on your brother. A wellness check considering how you yourself are doing.” False smile. False cheer. He agreed with Jazz, she was irritating.

“He’s fine.” Jazz replied, firm. Want gone.

“What Jazz means is Danny is fine but not really well enough for visitors.” Mom was more polite, worry.

“I would like to see that for myself.” She pushed her way into the house as if she had been let in.

“I’d rather you not!” Jazz snapped. “I’m not having you talk to him like you’ve been talking to me!”

“I don’t know what you mean. I’ve been helping you. You just don’t understand that.” she waved her off. Sour, liar.

“I think I understand very well.” growled Jazz, he almost expected a flicker.

“Maybe we should get the authorities involved if you are going to refuse me?”

“Ah there’s no need for that… I’m sure we can work something out. Another time though, really Danny isn’t ready for…” Mom tried.

“It is rather neglectful to refuse letting a traumatized child talk to a therapist.”

Red, rage. Snapped thread. “Like hell you’re a therapist!” Jazz snapped.

He was angry too. Head hurt, sharp cold stuck. Building. This one had hurt Jazz. That wasn’t allowed. But he had to hide. Hold it in. He had to hold back. He growled a low crackling growl. Sharp cold slipped out. Too loud, too obvious. A sharp hiss, like boiling water. It curled in the air, too slow to fade. The threat’s eyes fixed on him. No through him. Still invisible. Still hidden.

“Oh what was that?” She stepped forward.

Jazz grabbed her arm. “Nothing, just an incense burner.”

“You really are a terrible liar.” She smirked, pulling her arm free and knocking Jazz to the ground.

Not accident. Intentional. “Oh, oh no. I am sorry. Mr and Mrs Fenton. I am concerned your daughter might be smoking. Leaving a lit one like that is such a fire hazard.”

Jazz bubbled with anger. Fear, from his family. Satisfied feeling. Not his. Someone else consuming. No, those were his. She didn’t get to do that. He didn’t even get to do that. They didn’t like it. He stopped. Safe feelings only! Not allowed. Not human. Not like family. No need to hide. Need to defend his.

Danny charged as she held out a hand to help Jazz up. False. Pretend. Would hurt her again. He lunged between them, returning to visibility with a vicious crackling. Aura expanding. Defensive, protective, angry.

“Danny” Jazz hissed.

The intruder’s face cracked with a toothy grin. Dangerous. “So this is the dirty little secret that you’ve been hiding.” A feeling of victory. “How disgusting that you keep him around like that, no better than just parading his corpse around really.”

“How dare you!” Mom snapped, her body lowered. Tense. Ready. Attack intended.

“He’s more… he’s still here. It's not disgusting.” Jazz defended.

Her eyebrows raised. “Wait? You’re ghost hunters, are you really keeping the little ghost like a pet?” crackling laughter.

“Danno’s not a pet and we… we’re not hunters, not anymore. Right Mads!” Dad said.

“Ghost scientists then.” she waved her hand. “Maybe it was intentional? You have two children, it makes sense really. Kill one and then whala you have a ghost to study. Not like you need two.”

Anger, rage. “Never.” Dad growled.

“How dare you insinuate that.” Mom reached for her. Fast. Violent. Impact… no impact.

Her fist passed through. Not human

“You! You’re a ghost! That’s why you kept it cold,” Jazz said with a sharp woosh of air, gas. Shock, bitter, anger.

“Wow, you would think the child of ghost hunters would figure that out faster,” Spectra teased unfazed as pistols were turned on her, “Oh well I suppose there’s no more need to play nice.”

She shrugged and then her skin seemed to unravel, peeling away against the licking of black flames that ignited across her body. She seemed to expand. The room darkened. Shadows blending. No, she couldn’t do that. This was his house. His space. It should bend to him not her.

“Bertrand, feel free to join the fun.” she called out.

Another intruder faded in. Shorter, shifting. Leopard. Danny growled, he’d missed the second one.

“About time. I have been so bored.” He grinned as the dark swallowed him and the rest of the room. Leaving them only what Danny’s aura could fight off. He flared. Family shivered, he hated that.

Danny growled defensively at the dark behind them, tail swishing. Hovering close to his family. Green shot over his shoulders into nebulous dark. Too dark. Not night. No stars. Dark flames flickered and reached out snatching at Jazz’s legs. Would be easier if she didn’t have those. She still needed them. He snarled, pulling her away, snapping at the black. Was it edible? Could he deal with it that way? Smelt like batteries. He wasn’t allowed batteries. He held her close, guarding. Safe.

“You really think that little monster is a good thing to have around your still living daughter.” The voice echoed out of the dark. Laughing. Smug.

“Danno’s a Fenton! He won’t hurt her! He’s a good ghost!” Dad snapped back, right. Danny wouldn’t.

“He might be harmless now but it's only a matter of time.” The green coloured leopard that was Bertrand leapt from the shadows lunging at them. “Just look at Bertrand here. Look at me even” Dad’s shots went wide as he scrambled to dodge the ghost. Red eyes hung behind Mom and clawed hands reached out. Danny lunged, snapping, unwrapping from Jazz. Shouldn’t, shouldn’t. Bad. Couldn’t be in two places.

Hands pulled back. Mom shot blindly into the dark. He curled round her defensively. Too many to protect. Too many places to be.

“Pathetic, you aren’t really that good at this whole ghost hunting thing.” Spectra taunted from the shadows. “Missing someone?”

Danny whipped round. Mom, Dad… no Jazz. Jazz was gone. Stolen. He screeched. Or tried, it came out weirdly quiet. Just the phone speaker. She’d stolen the house.

“Give her back!” Dad started blasting wildly. Danny growled and bit at the shadows with glass teeth.

“Some parents you are. Letting your daughter get taken so easily” Bertrand taunted slipping out of the shadows.

“Back off! Give her back” Dad bellowed, blasting at the ghost.

Green seared and Bertrand snarled, leaping back into the shadow at the hit.

“And miss this tasty misery? Not happening.”

Danny resisted the urge to chase. He flitted between his parents, staying close and growling like grinding gears. He wanted to save Jazz but that would mean leaving someone unprotected. If he stuck close to Mom then Dad wasn’t safe. The same in reverse. He couldn’t stay near both. Not when the two in the shadows were driving them apart with attacks.

He was knocked from the air by Bertrand’s pounce. He struggled and bit at the ghost pinning him down. The green tasted like the green he was both allowed and not allowed.

“Speaking of tasty, this ones pretty fresh. It's been a while since we’ve had a new ghost.” Bertrand sniffed.

Mom blasted him off with a well aimed shot, “stay away from him.”

Danny bolted up, darting over to her. Clinging close. His head swiveled till he found Dad. Good, no one else had been stolen while he was distracted. He couldn’t let that happen again.

They kept being pushed back, up the stairs. Shots firing. Danny hated. Hated feeling helpless. Couldn’t grab. The intruders mostly were too quick to bite. Useless. Unable to fight. Mom’s blaster beeped.

“Jack? Please tell me you left some more weapons up here?” she asked. Urgent, hopeful.

He shook his head, “not with Danno, some in the ops center I think.”

“Then we need to get there.”

Mom made a break for the upstairs. Dad followed behind blasting. Danny hated being stuck in the middle. He wanted to help. To protect. The ladder dropped.

“Trying to escape? Honestly, what kind of parents are you, abandoning your daughter?”

“We’re not!” Jack snapped.

“Jack, don’t listen to her!” Mom yelled blasting where she hung on the ladder.

“Right, right. We’ll get the weapons and then rescue Jazzy.” He clambered up and Danny clung to him defensively while it was harder for him to protect himself.

Mom slammed down the hatch after them. Danny was comforted by the static fuzz from nearby speakers and the light. He didn’t flicker that. That would scare his family. Even with that comfort he didn’t leave the hatch. Floating back and forth as Mom and Dad rummaged for weapons. Batteries. Anything. He wanted to go after Jazz. Not wait. But wait was needed.

It took far too long for Danny’s liking. He was grumbling frustratedly by the time Mom reopened the hatch. A snowstorm of static background noise filling the ops center. The bottom of the ladder was completely lost in the dark. Mom shot a few testing blasts into the dark. Nothing shifted. Nothing reacted. He whined as she started down. Shot down after her. Curling round her and casting a small light. Not safe.

Dad stepped onto the ladder. Dark shifted. Danny panicked. Wrong. Mistake. Shouldn’t have left. The ops center went dark and clawed hands pulled him back with a yelp.

“Jack!” Mom blasted into the opening hoping to hit spectra.

“Woops there goes the oaf. Bet you think you’ve got a better chance without him. How heartless.”

“Shut up.” Maddie growled.

“You can’t really not think that. He was pulling you down. Loud, obnoxious and incompetent. Everyone knows you’re far more capable.”

“We’re a team.” She defended.

“And yet alone you could just leave.”

The dark vanished, pulling back like it was peeling from the walls. There was the stairs back to the living room, clear as day. There was a silence. Danny snarled. Trick, lie. Wouldn’t leave Jazz and Dad anyway. Mom kept her weapon drawn as she approached the stairs. The way to the lab was still wrapped in shadow. Danny clung close as they approached. One left he could still protect.

“Please don’t let them have taken them through the portal.” She muttered.

Danny growled, not through. He hoped not. Portal was bad. Portal was dangerous. Portal hurt. Other side was curious but dangerous. Like stars. Interesting but not a good idea to try and touch. He curled round her as she stopped in front of the door.

She shifted trying to get out of his tangle. “Danny no, you can’t. You can’t come with me. I can’t lose you too.”

“Have to. Need to help. Keep safe.” Danny growled back with static.

“No, no. Don’t worry I’ve got this. You’ll be safe up here and I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Lie, need help. Not safe here either.” He whined.

Mom nervous, anxious. Fear. Glanced around. Sigh, “Okay, fine. I can’t leave you here either. She’d just pick us off the moment we split up. Stay close… and Danny if this goes wrong leave. Get help somehow but don’t get yourself… caught.”

“Help protect.” He grumbled.

He didn’t want to leave. He wanted to help. If she could lie then so could he. He nodded. He’d help. He’d protect. He’d watch her back as best he could. He wanted a better weapon than biting though.

Danny clung close to her as she descended into the lab. His glow barely piercing the dark. Mom scanned the dark for anything distinct. He couldn’t even see the portal. Shadows clung tight, not like the small bubble they’d been given before. All a game. Just toying with them.

“Foolish.” Spectra laughed. “You could have left. You could have saved yourself and yet you walk into the lion’s den to save them. How stupid.”

Bertrand lunged out of the shadows knocking Mom down the stairs. Clattering. Painful tumble. Thump. Danny screeched and rushed at the dark. He couldn’t see her. He heard the whine and zap of Mom’s pistol.

“Useless. Should have fled while you could. You know what that means for him right?” Bertrand chuckled a growl somewhere in the dark.

“He’s so fresh, just a few months. Oh how tender he’ll be.” claws grasped at him. “And how sweet your misery will be to see it happen.”

He lashed out at the grasping hands, his hands tingling. Burning cold. There was a flash and the intruder hissed. He launched himself in the direction of the hiss. Mom shot green blasts from somewhere. He had to help her. He had to fight. He caught sight of Bertrand. Too many limbs. Half way between the leopard he had been and something with far more legs. Too many eyes and insect like. He hit something. Sticky and tangling.

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A Cat's Woe

Author's note: I've been thinking about cats lately...

Content warning: wholesome

A slobbering lump of fur snarls pitifully, its paws grabbing at air as a pair of hands gingerly lather its pelt with shampoo. A hand strokes at the crown of its head, tapping its nose as if to scold the feline.

“Calm down, Lucius. We must have you cleaned up for your papa.” 

The feline wallows in self-piteous meows, clinging onto your arm with a paw. A helpless chuckle bubbles from your lips, 

“What am I to do with you, you troublesome feline?” 

You continue coaxing the feline, hoping that it would be enough for him to calm down as you conclude his bath. The finished result came to a mob of black and white fur clinging onto your arm, Lucius’ features indecipherable from the slob. You couldn’t wait to take a picture for Trein to see, the sight truly pitiful from the usual enigmatic cat.

“Come now, Lucius. We’re done with your bath. Let’s get you dried up.” 

You coo once more, picking up the feline out of the bathtub. As if relieved to finally get out of the water, Lucius shakes off some water from his pelt, splashing you in the process. Much to his chagrin, you entrap him with a thick towel, capturing him in a cocoon of cloth. He mewls indignantly, his amber eyes glaring daggers at you. 

“[Reader], I take Lucius is finished with his bath?” 

You hear a muffled voice coming from the other side of the door. Lucius mewls, his gaze fixated at the door in anticipation for his master. 

“Yes, Trein. I’m about to dry him. You should see him right now. He looks absolutely miserable.” 

Lucius turns his gaze back to you, his expression even gloomier than the last. 

“I’m sure he is. When you’re done, dinner is ready. I’ve made the specialty: vichyssoise.”

A smile graces your lips at Trein’s statement. 

“Perfect, thank you, Trein. Lucius will be done with drying in no time.” 

“Thank you, [Reader].” 

You shift your gaze back to Lucius, where he shirks under the cocoon of blankets as he notices a sudden drop in temperature around him. 

“Now, my fair feline, be a good boy and get you all dried up for your papa.” 

A pair of hands close in onto the feline, his orbitals growing bigger as saucers, a diabolic image of you reflecting in his eyes. What he hated most from this bath time was getting dried; first, it was cold water harshly splashing him wave after wave and now, the frenzied assault of a cotton towel repeatedly tussling his fur with biting texture. A flurry of indignant mewls fill the bathroom, persisting to see his owner than to continue with this farce. 

“Hang in there, Lucius. We can’t have you walking around looking like a mop.” 

You gently chide as you add one more step to his routine, combing through his now dry fur. The feline doesn’t pay any mind, merely calculating his next move as revenge for this human’s handling of him in the wretched waters. His mildly wet tail swats at your direction, splashing you with mere droplets of water.

“Lucius!” 

~ ~ ~ ~

Emerging from the bathroom with a sleek layer of fur was a satisfied Lucius, resting on a disheveled [Reader]’s arms. As soon as he catches a glimpse of his owner, a loud purr rumbles from the feline, jumping from their arms to be with him. 

“I see that you’ve taken a bath, Lucius. Good job, good job.” 

Lucius purrs out his chest cheekily as he finds himself comfortable in Trein’s arms. 

“Now, let’s proceed with dinner. Goodness gracious, whatever happened to you, [Reader]?” 

The sudden shift of tone garnered the feline’s attention; much to his amusement, it was [Reader], splattered with water and fur, the victim of his petty revenge. You glare pointedly at the feline before answering with a smile, 

“Oh, Lucius was having too much fun in the bath. Don’t mind me.” 

Trein arches an eyebrow at his feline, who doesn’t pay his master any mind. 

“Now then, it’s your turn to get cleaned up, my dear. Come along, our dinner can wait.” 

Lucius sags on his perch, indignation written on his features. Meow I have to wait for this stupid human, c’mon! He can only wallow in misery once more as Trein guides [Reader] back to the bathroom. He spares a glance over to his nemesis, who smirks in his direction. 

[twistmusings]

Can i request leona, azul, jade, malleus, and jamil reacting to someone trying to hit on their s/o? Yay tension lmao. Also, happy holidays!! Love your stuff ❤

Happy holidays! Thank you so much!!

How would these five react to someone else hitting on their significant other?

TW: Emetophobia warning (Jamil's part, nondescript), jealousy, Octavinelle implied to do illegal shit (as per usual).

Note: Their partners do not reciprocate the flirting here, and these also assumes that they have never discussed having open or poly relationships with their partners in the past.

Leona Kingscholar

Well he isn't going to react well that's for sure! Leona is pretty territorial when it comes to the people he cares about without even realizing he is, but especially so when it comes to his partner. Now, it would be a different story if his partner would have approached them and maybe they had talked about it beforehand, but that's not what happened and it pisses him off.

And if his partner doesn't want to be hit on or is uncomfortable because of them? There will be hell to pay. If you're going to disrespect him, you had damn well better respect the person he loves if nothing else.

He immediately gets into their personal space and put himself between the person trying to hit on them and his partner and uses his height to his full advantage. If his partner looks closer, they can probably see his tail bristling too.

"Why don't you go find someone else to bother before I make you regret waking up this morning." Leona's voice is cold, and there's the low rumble of a growl from deep in his chest . He scowls at the intruder, lip curling in distaste.

They shrink back, apparently not expecting him to step in. Leona without looking behind him, reaches a hand behind him to where they are, brushing his knuckles against them gently so that they know that the anger isn't directed at them. They didn't do anything wrong.

Azul Ashengrotto

So long as his partner doesn't flirt back then the situation will be fine. Azul is too level-headed to jump to pure rage at someone flirting with his partner, and there was probably a misunderstanding somewhere that lead them to think that they were single.

More than likely things would be just fine... so long as Jade and Floyd aren't there. While Azul is the sort of person who takes an indirect approach, those two would be more than a little likely to go to bat for his honor without his prompting.

It's fine... ah, that's... como se dice a fucking lie. Azul would be furious, and all the more so if it makes his partner uncomfortable. If neither of his two right-hand-men are there at the time, he will step in and make sure his partner is okay and that they are aware they accounted for... and then then will be hell to pay later after Azul calls in a few favors.

"Ah, there you are, dearest." Azul says it loud and clear, enough to startle both of them. He will offer his hand to his partner, smiling at them warmly. "Could you come with me for a moment? I would like to get your opinion on a few centerpieces I'm considering."

And then, when they get close, he will link their arms, fingers curling around their bicep fondly as they do.

And, perhaps, as he and his love walk away from their uninvited guest, he may just throw a rather cruel smile their direction, knowing that his revenge is soon at hand.

Jade Leech

Jade isn't nearly so patient as Azul is. The moment he sees someone else is hitting on his partner, it upsets him. Not that anyone would be able to guess that with the carefully monitored expression on his face, but to his partner it's probably exceptionally clear that he's angry.

He slides right into their conversation like he belongs there. After all, they had enough nerve to step on his toes, didn't they? So why shouldn't he? His lovely partner is spoken for, and they certainly haven't discussed adding anyone, so to him this is a threat to someone he holds very, very dear to him.

He smiles a little wider than usual, just to be extra sure to show the sharp points of his teeth so that they're well aware that should they do something stupid and try to fight him they're outmatched in size and natural weaponry.

"A friend of yours dear?" He said, giving his partner a quick glance to see their response. It takes little more than a shake of their head for him to immediately know how to proceed. "Oh, I see. How kind of you to strike up a conversation then."

Jade perches his chin on his knuckle, eyes narrowing and a wide grin splitting his face, transforming his usually gentlemanly face into a perfect visage of the predatory animal he really is. It's just a quick flash, but it's deeply threatening.

"It truly is a shame, then, that we should be needing to get along on our way, dear." He places a gentle but firm hand at the dip of their back. "Come along, now."

Jamil Viper

Jamil is normally pretty good at keeping his anger and frustration under wraps, but I think that given everything he's been through that seeing his partner being chatted up by someone they've never met might just be the thing to make him snap.

Jamil is... well, a schemer. It's what he does. Especially if the other makes his partner uncomfortable. He's not the kind of person who forgets, nor is he the sort to forgive easily. He'll be sure to thoroughly think out the best plan of action after he gets his partner away from them.

Jamil is glad that his partner seems to be in better spirits after having had some time to themselves away from the interloper who'd been pestering them this evening. They're at a table with friends-- ones that Jamil trusts-- so he has no worries about an encore performance as he stands.

"I'm going to take a quick trip to the bathroom, I promise I'll be right back." He murmurs, pressing a soft kiss against their temple.

"Don't take too long, food should be coming soon." Jamil smiles, smoothing a hair through their hair softly.

"I know. I'll make it fast."

He enters the bathroom and makes quick work of doing what he needs to, and as he's washing his hands, he hears the slam of the door behind him. He glances into the mirror with just enough time to see the unknown flirt from earlier scamper into the restroom. It's barely a moment before there's a rather painful sounding retch, and Jamil smiles at his own reflection rather smugly.

Syrup of ipecac is good for more than just emergency poison treatment. He says a silent thank you to Kalim for helping him to be prepared for a moment just like this.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus isn't angry perse. It is a pretty understandable mistake-- most people weren't aware that they were dating as of yet because of his status as prince. Now that doesn't mean that he's not upset. He definitely steps in to interrupt even if he can't exactly out their relationship just yet, though.

It starts to storm. Violently. Which is weird because the weather reports said it should be clear. And if it just so happens that the thunder claps whenever the intrusive flirt opens their mouth, that's just a coincidence. He swears.

He is not pouting. (He is. He's quite grumpy about this whole situation.)

The moment his partner shows even the slightest sign of being uncomfortable with the other's presence, he's sweeping them off to do whatever other thing he can find to do.

"Child of man, shall we dance?" He says it abruptly, smiling at them in a manner that looks just a touch forced.

"Oh? Sure." They reply, honestly a little surprised at Malleus being so forward, but there is no hesitation at all as he takes their hand in his own and guides them away from the conversation, shooting a very visibly cruel grin over his shoulder toward the suitor whom he'd swept the rug out from under. They gape after the two of them, and Malleus can't help the cruel seed of joy that brings him.

"Have you ever ballroom danced? I can show you the steps if you'd like." He chatters, though his emotions show in the tense line of his shoulders. Truly, he'd like nothing more than to sweep them away to his room and into his arms until the both of them forget this little social faux pas. He, quietly, promises himself that as soon as he is able, he will proclaim to the world who his beloved is. He would truly like to see who would be brave enough to flirt with them in front of his face then.

[tamurilofrivendell]

Beauty and the Beast | Chapter 22

Previous Chapters [1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21] Read on AO3 [x]

Pairing: Thranduil/Fem. Reader Summary: A Beauty and the Beast inspired tale with Thranduil the Elvenking and a human reader from a nearby village Taglist: @captainchrisstan​, @rebleforkicks​, @yjrevolution​, @majahu​, @honey-wine, @accio-boys​, @achromaticerebus​, @solomonssimp​, @tired-ass-show-girl​, @dreamlessnight​, @daddy-long-legolas​, @sleepyamygdala​, @coopsgirl​

Laughing, you tore across the garden, the snow making it more difficult than it otherwise would have been. Your heart hammered in your chest at the knowledge you were being pursued, Thranduil undoubtedly not far behind you. You thought that he would have been upon you by now and you smirked as you glanced over your shoulder and realised that he was drawing it out, making the game last longer. A thrill ran through you as you spun yourself around and rushed to the opposite end, ducking behind a pillar.

A rumble of laugher followed you across the garden courtyard as Thranduil paced lazily across the snow, gaze fixed upon the pillar you had just disappeared behind. “Careful, little human.” He called, smirking to himself. “I will catch you.”

You chuckled as you peeked from behind the pillar and watched him. Your thoughts drifted back to the first day he had called you little human and told you that your manners were lacking. You did not much mind the term falling from his lips this time. It sounded more like an endearment and it made you feel warm despite the cold biting at your skin.

Another laugh escaped you and you heard a soft chuckle from his direction too as he paced ever closer. Thranduil would have caught you by now if he had wanted to. The game would have been over but he was enjoying your excitement. He wanted you to be happy here, wanted to show you that you could be... regardless of how you had come to be here and regardless of how badly the both of you had gotten off on the wrong foot.

Movement over by the doors drew his attention momentarily and you took your chance, having crouched behind the pillar and gathered up a handful of snow. Compacting it gently in your hands, you stood again, noticing that Thranduil’s attention was elsewhere. Biting your lip, you brought your arm back and then swung it forward again, letting the snowball go spinning across the garden. Thranduil turned back to you just as it smacked off the front of his tunic, exploding against his chest. He stood stunned for a moment, having not expected it, before he narrowed his eyes at you. “Oh, you had better run now.” He practically growled, but his eyes were sparkling.

Giggling, you turned and fled once more, looking for another hiding spot. You expected Thranduil to grab you almost immediately but instead you felt an unexpected pressure push you from behind, sending you crashing down into the snow with a surprised yelp. A roaring laugh sounded from behind you and you sat up, turning to scowl at Thranduil, who had attacked you with a large snowball of his own in retaliation and was now laughing out loud. He walked towards you, unable to stay his amusement, as he extended his arm towards you.

“Perhaps you should have moved in a zigzag formation.” He told you, chuckling still, his eyes dancing with mirth at your unamused expression.

You hadn’t been expecting it so you’d been taken by surprise and despite the fact that you had started it, and how much you enjoyed how relaxed he looked when he smiled, you found you wanted a little revenge of your own. You reached out to take the offered hand, giving him a look, and with all the strength you could muster, you pulled him down to the ground beside you.

Thranduil had not been anticipating it, simply amused by the way he had gotten one over on you in this game. He had no reason to be so on guard right there, in the garden with you, offering to help you to your feet. So when you yanked at him, he went down as you so obviously intended.

Stunned, he lay beside you in the snow, while this time your laughter rang out over the courtyard. Turning to look at you, he surprised himself by letting out a fresh laugh of his own. Reaching out he gave a gentle push to your upper arm, chuckling as you returned the gesture.

“What must our little watchers think of you so easily toppling their king, hm?” He asked, amusement flashing across his face at your confused look. He tilted his head, gesturing towards the large window somewhere above them. You lifted your chin and looked up, catching sight of Legolas, Tauriel, Galion, Elros, and Myleth all ducking out of view.

Your cheeks flushed as you realised they had probably been there the whole time and Thranduil had been well aware of them. Thranduil laughed again and you turned your attention back to him and found him close... very close. You blinked, looking at him, and he looked back at you... taking in your pink cheeks, the flakes of snow on your lashes and in your hair, those blasted red ribbons holding in your braids. He was so close that he could have tilted his head just a little and pressed his lips to yours. He almost did it, as well, but he caught himself and moved away.

He stood up, dusting himself off, and reached out for you to take his hand again. “Come. You’ll catch your death if we stay out here much longer.” This time you took his hand and let him pull you to your feet, feeling slight disappointment over something you could not put a name to.

Thranduil led you back inside and you only realised when he moved into the library with you, that he hadn’t let go of your hand the entire way.

The tavern back in your village was lively that day, full of laughter and music, the smell of ale heavy in the air. Vermund sat in the corner by the fire, big dirty boots up on the table as he watched Oeric get completely trashed at a game of darts. “Bad form, my friend!” He slurred, amused.

“Vermund!” The barkeep called over, drying off the glasses. “Have you seen the old man, lately?” He wondered, realising that he had not seen your father in a few days now.

Vermund rolled his eyes and didn’t bother to hide it. He shook his head. “Nope.” He stated, not bothering to talk about the elves or following him into Mirkwood. Though if he were to do so, he would absolutely make himself sound like a hero, like he had fought the elves off instead of just running away and saving his own skin. He didn’t feel too bad about attacking your father, he just wondered how he would explain it when you got back from wherever you were and the old man was not here. As far as Vermund knew, he had been eaten by wolves by now. He had stopped by your farm when he returned from the forest that day and you had not been home. In fact, come to think of it, he hadn’t seen you since he left your father in Mirkwood... which was odd. You were usually running around doing something ridiculous. Still, he was sure you were not kidnapped by the Elf King like the crazy old fool had insisted.

“If it will sooth you, friend, I will go over there later.” He told the barkeep, acting like the gentleman he so was not. The barkeep nodded with a smile but at that very moment, the doors to the tavern swung open and your father stomped inside. He was clad in large fur-lined boots and a heavy cloak to keep him warm against the bitter chill that had been brought in with the snowfall. Since returning from the forest, your father had taken some days to recover but, so eager was he to find his way back to the Elvenking’s halls and rescue you, he had soon been on his way again. For days, he had tried to fight his own way through the wood but he had never gotten far and always had to turn back. It would do neither you or him any good if he were to get lost and if he were to succumb to the dangers of the forest, nobody would be left behind to look for you.

His angry gaze fell upon Vermund, whose own look of surprise at seeing him alive and well vanished quickly. “There you are!” Vermund cried, setting down his ale. “We were getting worried for you, my friend!”

“Friend.” Your father scoffed, shaking his head at the man. “You are a liar, Vermund, a filthy liar.” The whole tavern seemed to draw in a sharp breath.

“What on earth are you talk--” Vermund began but your father was quick to cut him off, moving further into the tavern and turning his attention to the townspeople around him.

“Vermund attacked me and left me for dead in Mirkwood!” He cried, pointing his finger at Vermund angrily.

“Mirkwood?” The baker to his left frowned deeply. “What would you have gone into Mirkwood for?” He shook his head, gaze moving between your father and Vermund. The day your father had burst into the tavern demanding help had been all but forgotten by everyone.

Your father was about to open his mouth to speak but this time Vermund cut him off. “We were simply humouring the old man.” He said, gesturing towards Oeric. Vermund lowered his feet from the table and stood, rising to his full five foot nine inches as he stared down at your father before turning his gaze to the other people in the tavern. “You all know it. He has been losing his mind these last years! He says his daughter has been stolen by the Elf King!” A chorus of disbelieving murmurs started to go round the tavern. “We simply asked him to show us the way he thought she had been taken... and then we returned him safely to his farmhouse! Isn’t that right, Oeric?” He turned to his friend, who straightened his shoulders and glanced towards your father.

Oeric turned back a moment later and nodded. “Yes, yes. That’s right. He was fine when we left him.”

Vermund turned back, a smug smirk on his face as he spared your father a mere momentary glance before his attention went back to the rest of the people, holding his arms out as if to say there you have it, he’s crazy. “I have no idea where he is getting his ideas from... me? Attack him?! Never.”

“Oh, you...!” Your father, so furious in his grief and his disbelief of Vermund’s cruelty, lunged towards the younger man. He produced a dagger from the pocket of his cloak and went in swinging. However, he was easily caught, and held back from the village’s beloved hunter.

His actions only served to make him look more insane as Vermund looked down his nose at him. “Keep him here. I shall fetch the healer.” A plan started to take root in his mind, a plan that would see you his once and for all.

Legolas was laughing as Elros practically paced a hole in the floor. The poor ellon was practically vibrating with nerves after being caught by the king watching you and him out in the gardens that day.

“Calm down, my friend.” Legolas shook his head. “There was no harm done.”

“Calm down.” Elros muttered, ignoring Galion’s amused smirk, though to his credit the king’s butler did try to hide it by looking away. “That is easy for you to say. He is not very well going to punish his son is he.”

“You will not be punished.” Legolas waved off the idea. “None of us will be. Did you not see him? He was simply amused.”

“Amused...” Elros moved over to a chair in the corner, slumping down as he tried to calm his anxiety.

Myleth was hiding her own amusement as she returned with a pot of tea. She had walked with Tauriel down to the kitchens before the redhead had gone off to a meeting about the border defences. “Come now, Elros, drink this. It will calm you right down.”

“There is no need for such displays, Elros!” Galion told him, finally lifting his head back up now that he had rid himself of his smirk. “The king is fine. If he were angry, he would have been up here already.”

Legolas nodded his agreement. “Yes. Believe me, we would know.”

“Yes, well.” Muttered Elros again, shaking his head as he sipped at the tea Myleth had brought, the combination of calming herbs she had chosen having an almost immediate effect. “Maybe you are right. He was laughing an awful lot down there, was he not?”

Galion smiled, glancing over at Legolas who looked positively overjoyed by the recollection. “Indeed he was. I have not seen the king laugh quite so much in... well, a very long time.” He admitted, almost sadly. Thranduil used to have more reasons to, he supposed, back when he was younger, and especially when his queen had been alive and well and the realm had been... less dark.

Legolas stood, reaching over to pat Galion’s shoulder comfortingly. “Yes, I must admit, it is good to see my father without such a weight upon him.” He glanced around the room and then turned for the door. “I should go and catch up with Tauriel lest they start without me.” With that, he left his friends behind, taking his excitement with him and he felt fairly light for the rest of the day, enjoying having seen his father so... happy.

“You know...” You ventured, watching Thranduil hang your cloak up to dry on a nearby hook. “I never thanked you... for saving my life.”

Thranduil turned to look at you, a soft smile on his face as he took in your expression. “Well, I do not believe that I ever thanked you for saving mine.”

You blinked at him curiously. “I did not even know you had been poisoned! You fell unconscious. I did nothing.”

He shook his head, walking towards you in two quick strides and taking a seat on the chair beside yours. “No.” He looked up at you. “For bringing me back. For not leaving me in the forest. I would not have made it on my own... it would have been too late.”

You glanced down briefly at the memory. You had truly been considering stealing his horse and riding off in the direction that would have hopefully brought you home, but... you hadn’t been able to do it. “I would not have been able to leave you there.” You shrugged, looking at your shoes. “It was only right.”

“Even though it meant giving up your freedom once more... for somebody so cruel.” Thranduil murmured, looking at you in wonder. He had never been able to figure it out. Back then... you had been frightened of him and repulsed by him.

You looked back up at him then, a soft smile gracing your lips at his expression and you shook your head. “Somebody so cruel would not have bothered to save me from the orcs at all... or become my friend.”

Thranduil studied you as your words sank in and he smiled a little, reaching out for your hand. He lifted it to his lips and pressed the lightest of kisses to the back of it. “Then I suppose, my lady, we should simply consider ourselves even.”

“I suppose we should.” You murmured, looking back at him with adoration in your eyes as he stood and moved over to the grand fireplace, lighting it so as to make sure that the room was warm enough for you after your afternoon in the snow.

[isaiahwomack13]

Get out of there. An Indigo park tickle story part 2

(Diaclamer I just want to thank you for supporting the last indigo park tickle story and the audio video @mako-asmr made if you haven't seen it please do.) This is either Rambley x Lloyd or not up to you.

Red=Rambley orange=Lloyd

Rambley was taking a stroll through the park on his free time talking to his friends. He was kinda still spiteful after that little "Joke" lloyd did during his inspection he can only think of how he can get him back. That was when he got an idea.

The racoon enters Lloyd's stage there he seen Lloyd applying make up after his proformance.

Sorry no audience is allowed back but if your here for a autograph I be- Oh why hello dear Ram Ram what brings you here? You seen my proformance?

The raccoon rumbles at Lloyd's question in annoyance for the lion talking about his proformance. But rambley knows he will have to put up with, Lloyd in order to get his revenge.

Ugh I could careless about your proformance. I don't care about it. I just wanted... to talk.

Huh well what did you wanted to talk to me about is it about last time you came~

Lloyd reminded ramblry how he tickled him last time. This tease cause rambley to blush immediately.

W-WHAT N-NO! it's not that well yeah but no!

Rambley stumbled on his words getting flustered at Lloyd's tease. Just one more act will be enough to push the raccoon to his tipping point.

Well come on you did look cute while I was doing it. I just couldn't resist dear Ram Ram~.

That was it this will prove to be Lloyd's doom. when Lloyd finished his sentence rambley pounced in Lloyd's suit tickling his ribcage from the inside while his feet tickled his sides from the outside.

Hahaha ha w-wait Rambleehehehe!!! G-Geheheheet out of thereahahahahaaha!!!

How's that for cute huh! Not so tough now are you?!

The raccoon was making up for the time lloyd tickled him and make sure it will be worse. As the lion was left giggling on the ground rambley made his tickling faster.

*squeal* HAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOH PLEHEHEHEHE *squeal* AHHHAHAHAHAHAH OH FUAHAHAHAHAH OH FAHAHAHAHAHAK

Oh how this scenario looks similar~ Rambley still has that memory in the back of his head and now he will get the last laugh.

Ohhh I'm sorry Lloyd but swearing it not allowed on your stage. But you know this action can't go unpunished~

W-wait Rambley please please I'm sorry!!!

Oh well then I forgive you.

Rhehe-Really?

No.

With out a single hint remorse rambley blew a raspberry on Lloyd's stomach while the raccoons hands were still tickling his ribs. This causes the lions to squeal so loud like he was in a opera.

Ahhhhahahahhahah! Rah- Rahahahahahahahahabley plehehehese *squeal* spare mehehehehehe! No morohohoho!

The raccoon cease his tickle attack leaving the lion giggling puddle on the ground as the Rambley got out of his suit.

Hehe~ sorry Lloyd I just couldn't resist.

Rambley mocks the words that lloyd said that got him in this mess.

Hehe you're evil hehe.

I know.

The End.

[lixxen]

Heaven Is Closing Fast on My Fate (Part Two)

This is part two for this fic.

Silly hole man became Miles' teacher.

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It was a random Tuesday.

Nothing was special or wrong, but Miles felt like throwing up all day.

His senses were crashing over him like waves over a child's sandcastle. Over and over again. It fogged up his brain and he felt like throwing up because of it.

Dr. Ohnn seemed to notice, because he kept looking directly at Miles.

"Miles? Are you okay?" Dr. Ohnn took a step towards Miles.

Miles nodded.

"Yeah. My stomach just hurts." Miles grumbled it out, which had Ganke looking at him.

Ganke did a small hand motion, which was code between the two of them to ask if it was a spider themed situation.

Miles nodded at Ganke, who slowly nodded back.

Miles tried to focus on his work, but it was getting worse. He couldn't see Dr. Ohnn watching him closely from across the room anymore. The edges of his vision were blurring.

Then he heard it.

A loud crashing noise that had the students screaming.

Dr. Ohnn stood up quickly, his head turning towards the door. He was flexing his hands and Miles turned his attention from his teacher to the door.

"Students, stay still and quiet." Dr. Ohnn instructed and the class quieted down.

There was rumbling as whatever it was headed towards them.

Then, as if on cue, Miles and his classmates were falling for a split second. Their vision blacked out before they found themselves in the gym.

Dr. Ohnn had relocated them.

Miles whispered to Ganke that he'd be back and slipped out of the gym. He quickly wrangled himself out of his school uniform and donned his suit before swinging towards the fight.

Miles slipped inside of the classroom to see Dr. Ohnn fighting Tombstone. The two were going hand to hand, Dr. Ohnn keeping up easily and seemingly going easy.

The man was crackling and his body was almost mostly black now. It was sending shocks down Miles' body and had him freeze for a second.

The memories came back before the sound of Tombstone calling his name cut him out.

"Spider-Man! Exactly who I was looking for!" Tombstone yelled.

Dr. Ohnn looked towards Miles before throwing a punch to Tombstone. The punch connected and Miles took this opportunity to jump into the fight.

Miles tried to use the spots as an advantage, but Dr. Ohnn was being difficult.

"What is wrong with you?" Miles grumbled at his teacher.

"If it wasn't for this fight and my students, I would be fighting you. Just letting you know." Dr. Ohnn called out. "But I lead by example!"

Dr. Ohnn kicked Tombstone and Miles pushed Tombstone out of the window.

"You're such a drama queen." Miles responded to Dr. Ohnn, who whipped his head towards Miles in response.

"This is the first time I see you in person in months and you call me a drama queen?!" Dr. Ohnn almost yelled it.

"Calm down!" Miles held his hands up in defense. "Aren't you supposed to be ruining my life?"

Dr. Ohnn stared at Miles, as if he was debating something, but then groaned and turned towards the man below them.

He opened up a portal and Tombstone disappeared into it.

"Scram, Spider-Man. I have a class to tend to." Dr. Ohnn turned his back towards Miles.

Miles frowned at him before going back to the gym. He redressed and slipped back inside just as Dr. Ohnn reappeared.

"Kids!" Dr. Ohnn called out and the students all crowded him.

Miles followed and stood at the edge.

Dr. Ohnn inspected each of the kids, making sure that they were all okay. Even though they didn't witness the fight.

When he had gotten to Miles, he took Miles' face in his hands and turned his head this way and that. It was a genuine inspection and Miles wondered if he actually did know Miles was Spider-Man.

"Good grief. You're all okay!" Dr. Ohnn dropped his hands and did a thumbs up. "Congrats! You guys survived a villain attack!"

"Why were we attacked?" A student asked.

"Something about revenge?" Dr. Ohnn shrugged. "He's back in jail, so who cares!"

The students all glanced at each other and grumbled as their teacher ushered them into their classroom again.

–

Miles was running late.

It was Monday morning, which meant he spent the weekend back at home instead of his dorm. Normally, he wakes up at 6am to leave by 7am, classes start at 8am. But today he slept through his alarm and it was currently 7:45am and he was just leaving his apartment.

Miles ran as fast as he dodged New Yorkers, who all grumbled at him and he apologized loudly to them. He didn't have time to not get caught changing in and out of his clothes, so swinging wasn't an option today. Normally it would be an option, but he didn't have time to risk getting caught.

Miles turned the corner of a block and his senses spiked before he ran flat into someone. Miles let out a small shriek as he fell almost comically onto his back, groaning and rubbing his eyes.

"Watch where you're going, punk." The man he ran into spat out and Miles turned onto his side.

"Maybe you need to not be standing directly behind a corner." The words slipped out of Miles' mouth and his eyes snapped open the second he said them.

"What'd you say, punk?" A hand grabbed the back of Miles' jacket and lifted him off the ground.

Miles came face to face with Kraven.

What was this man even doing in the open? At 7:45 in the morning?

"I didn't mean it!" Miles held his hands up and Kraven shook him slightly.

"Yeah, right." Kraven dropped Miles and rolled up his sleeves.

At least the man was wearing a normal person outfit. It would be weird to be in full outfit at… 7:55am.

Miles was totally late.

"Hey now, I suggest you leave my student alone." A voice came from behind Miles.

Kraven looked up and scowled.

"Well, isn't it the spotted one." Kraven growled and Miles looked back.

Dr. Ohnn was standing with his hands on his hips. He was wearing his old jean jacket, hat, and sunglasses. He was also wearing black pants, which was slightly odd.

"Dr. Ohnn." Miles gave him a look that screamed for help.

"Yup. It's me. Big surprise!" Dr. Ohnn did jazz hands before stepping to stand behind Miles. He placed a hand on Miles's shoulder. "Do you have a problem with one of my favorite students?"

Kraven looked between the two before laughing.

"So you're a teacher now? Couldn't cut it as a villain, huh?" Kraven looked highly amused. "Knew it."

"Actually," Miles was speaking again without speaking. Miles stop it. Miles, Miles don't do it. "He almost destroyed the multiverse before becoming our teacher. I guess he did more than you ever will. Sucks, right? The Hole Man that you think is silly is more powerful than you'll ever be."

The two adults stared at Miles in shock before Kraven drew his weapon.

"You little shit-" Kraven started, but was cut off when Dr. Ohnn shot a hole beneath him.

Kraven fell through with a yell and the hole shut after he was gone. The two stared at the hole before Miles looked up to Dr. Ohnn.

"Well…" Dr. Ohnn started slowly. "Next time, please don't pick fights when you're in the open. It isn't a good look, you know?"

"What?" Miles gave him a confused look as Dr. Ohnn opened up a hole large enough for the two of them.

Dr. Ohnn pushed Miles through and they ended up inside of the classroom. Dr. Ohnn sat his bag on his desk before poking at Miles.

He checked Miles over for any scratches before nodding. The classmates all stared at them.

"Great. You're unharmed. Sit down." Dr. Ohnn moved to the whiteboard and picked up an expo.

Miles moved to sit at his desk next to Ganke as the bell rang.

"Now, students. Don't pick fights with villains, especially if you aren't equipped to fight back." Dr. Ohnn started to write out the lesson for the day on the board casually. "Especially egotistical barbarian hunters. Don't be like Mr. Morales, who had the unpleasant experience of running into Kraven. That man is so miserable, you know?"

Ganke turned to Miles and raised an eyebrow, and Miles held his hands up in defense.

"I turned a corner and ran into him!" Miles tried to defend himself.

Dr. Ohnn threw the marker cap into a spot, which led to the cap hitting Miles in the face. It bounced off his face and ricocheted into another spot before landing back into the teacher's hand.

"Don't be late for school then, Morales." Dr. Ohnn capped his expo and turned back around. "Now, someone explain to me lense refraction."

–

The whole class stared in amazement as Dr. Ohnn plugged many cords into some sort of object.

The room was scattered with wires and tubes. Chunks of different computers were connected and scattered around the room. They were all instructed to not touch anything as he worked.

Dr. Ohnn mumbled to himself as he picked up a screwdriver and tightened a few screws on the largest box on his desk. It looked like it had a lense on it, which held a light bulb behind it.

"Someone turn off the lights and flip the one that's already off to the on position." Dr. Ohnn waved his hands towards the students as the other day down the screwdriver. "To your seats everyone else!"

The class scrambled to their seats as he stepped back. In his hand was a remote, which had multiple buttons.

Miles watched as Anya stood at the light switch, waiting for everyone to sit down. Once they were, she shut the lights off and flipped on the final switch.

She moved to her seat quickly as the contraption came to life. Each box whirred and lit up, glowing orange and purple. It reminded Miles of the collider mixed with the watches that hopped universes.

"Alright class, I thought today I'd show you something I've been tinkering with for you." Dr. Ohnn leaned against the whiteboard, his legs and arms crossed. He held the remote out towards the main machine and tilted his head. "Now, no one touches any of the beams. Nothing will hurt you, but you might mess things up, you know. You've all been good and I did this just for you guys."

The class nodded and Dr. Ohnn nodded back.

"This machine is a mix of different technologies. It harnesses the same power and source of the collider that connected universes and lets me power up. But… less dangerous. Instead of cutting it open, it more like… creates a window with a screen. Then it reflects it into a hologram of sorts." Dr. Ohnn explains. "Completely harmless. It's like watching CCTV."

Miles took a deep breath. It didn't feel harmful. If it was, he would be able to tell. It sounded cool though.

"Ready?" Dr. Ohnn asked and the students all nodded.

With a press of a button, the main part projected a hologram into the middle of the room.

It showed a man with short cut hair and glasses working on something in a lab. The man didn't notice anything was wrong and was inaudibly rambling to someone just outside of the projection.

"That is me, Jonathan Ohnn from Earth 51601. He worked for Alchamex also, but now works for a different company. Alchamex in this universe was destroyed after the VP's son was murdered in illegal experimentation." Dr. Ohnn explained. "The accident that happened to me never happened, due to that."

A button was pressed and the hologram changed.

It was a Spider-Man swinging through New York. This Spider-Man was of the Peter Parker variant, Miles could tell because of his suit. He looked younger and looked a bit beat up.

"This is Spider-Man from Earth 199999. He is about your age, if not slightly older. He has been to space and has experienced extreme grief in his life. His world found out his identity and now all do not know who he is at all." Dr. Ohnn explained. "Do not mess with magic kids. And don't out people's identities. It's morally incorrect. You can ruin their lives."

Miles caught that comment, as it was quieter than the other ones. It made Miles wonder what that meant as he glanced at his teacher.

Another button pressed, a new universe.

"Earth 65." Dr. Ohnn informed.

Miles recognized the number and looked up to see a masked Gwen fighting a male Doc Ock.

"Spider-Woman protects this universe." Dr. Ohnn tucked his hand away and they all watched as Gwen did her work. They couldn't hear her, but she was clearly talking. "She's also about your age. A spitfire, if you ask me. Nice girl when all things considered."

"What does that mean? Did you meet her?" A student from the back asked.

"Yes. I got to meet her." Dr. Ohnn nodded. "I got to visit all of these universes at some point. This one doesn't have Alchamex. Not all universes are made the same."

"Can we go?" Ganke asked. "You could bring us."

Dr. Ohnn slowly turned his face towards Ganke, who now looked nervous.

"Do you know how much paperwork I'd have to fill out?" Dr. Ohnn's voice sounded tired and stressed as he started to talk with his hands. "The waivers would take forever for you all to get signed and brought back also. You're all not the quickest when getting things signs. Plus, interdimensional travel isn't for the faint of heart. I would have to make each and every one of you something to keep your atoms stable. Atoms do NOT like being in other universes."

"Wait… they don't?" Jessica sounded confused.

"No. You start to glitch as your atoms try to scramble and go home. Your genetic coding doesn't like being misplaced, so they try to go home. Which isn't pleasant." Dr. Ohnn shrugged. "The only way is to stabilize your atoms and give them a temporary grounding mask. Like a lighting rod, so when it strikes it thinks that they are actually back home."

"What about you?" Miles asks and Dr. Ohnn lights up.

"I am an interdimensional being!" He sounded excited to explain it. "Since my body was absorbed by interdimensional matter, I am one with the spots, which means I exist in all universes at once while being grounded to my physical being. I'm the lighting rod!"

The class all stared at the man as he laughed.

"It's very cool actually! Messed up, but cool. So I can travel and my atoms don't get upset since they belong everywhere." Dr. Ohnn continued to explain. "My universe serial number is just like you guys, as my DNA has it hard coded. But my atoms are not."

The kids slowly nodded, slowly catching on.

"So… you don't want us to get hurt… and paperwork is annoying?" Ganke said slowly. "So that's why you made this instead?"

"Exactly." Dr. Ohnn nodded.

Miles stared blankly at Dr. Ohnn before looking back up to the hologram of Gwen. Dr. Ohnn had failed to mention that if they went, they'd have a whole group of Spider-People running after them.

In the hologram Gwen was standing, looking at her watch. She was talking to a hologram of a woman now. The two seemed to be slightly heated in their conversation, but it stopped as Gwen looked directly at them.

"Oh! That's enough." Dr. Ohnn turned off the machine and the classroom grew dark again.

There was a bit of noise before the light turned on.

"Can't get into trouble with the spider police." Dr. Ohnn laughed and the class promptly ignored him.

–

"Miles, please stay after class."

Miles groaned quietly and stayed behind. He slowly walked up to Dr. Ohnn's desk once the students were all out of the room.

"What's up, Dr. Ohnn?" Miles cringed at himself and if Dr. Ohnn had eyebrows, he'd probably be raising them.

"The guidance counselor wanted me to write you a nice letter of recommendation for university." Dr. Ohnn clasped his hands together in front of him.

"Would… you?" Miles slowly asked, his face becoming uncertain.

"Of course I am." Dr. Ohnn nodded. He was being oddly calm and not animated. "But I wanted to make sure you were certain in this field of work."

"Ever since I've started here, I've wanted to go." Miles felt confused. Why was he asking this?

"We both know this field of work turned me into this." Dr. Ohnn tilted his head. "And it turned you into who you are. I want you to succeed, Miles."

It hit Miles then, that this whole time he knew. He had come here originally to destroy Miles, but didn't. He kept Miles' secret and protected him.

He was still trying to protect him.

"You know?" Miles felt anxious now. He just thought this whole time he had gotten close to finding out, but given up.

"I've known since you were bit, Miles." Dr. Ohnn sighed. "I kept tabs on you. I couldn't let my greatest achievement get hurt. But then the accident happened. And I let myself get into my own head."

Miles just stared at his teacher.

"But Miles, I didn't destroy your life because I cared. I got too invested. I told you since the beginning of this class that I cared too much and I couldn't bring myself to do harm." The man looked down slightly. "I felt bad. You're one of my kids, Miles. I can't hurt my kids. You guys mean too much to me."

"That's why you gave up being a villain…" Miles knew this already. But the gravity of the situation actually hit. "You actually do care."

"I do. That's why I wrote this letter of recommendation." Dr. Ohnn handed Miles a paper copy of it. "If you genuinely want to go into this field, you have my full support. I will help in any way that I can. You'll be able to reach me whenever you need to also."

Miles stared at his teacher, the one who protected and cared for him all of these months. The man who threatened to destroy his life but gave it up quickly. The man who gave him and his classmates a safe space to exist in.

"Thanks." Miles said dumbly. His brain slowly accepted the fact that he didn't know and wanted to protect Miles.

"Of course. I do hope you know that from the beginning you were an amazing discovery. The consequences are balanced by it." Miles knew that if the man could smile, he would be. "Now, you need to go out there and prove me right."

–

Miles watched as Dr. Ohnn and his classmates built a mousetrap style contraption. It was large and looked intricate.

The students were recording Dr. Ohnn as he did test runs and dramatically sigh when they didn't work.

It had become a constant thing where the students would record the dumb pranks or silly things that the man pulled. They had a collection circulating the school and on private social media.

"Okay! It should work!" Dr. Ohnn called out.

The class got their phones out to record as he opened a spot at the top. He dropped the marble into the contraption and they watched as it went through. It turned on small lights, sent other marbles in other directions, triggered pulley systems, dropped, and bounced around. The class cheered as it worked as intended.

"Congrats!" Dr. Ohnn clapped. "I'm proud!"

The students sent the videos to their friends and Miles felt his phone buzz. He took it out to see his phone light up with dumb memes that they made of their teacher going into the GroupMe.

Miles smiled and looked up to his class.

He loved it here.

–

Miles dodged a chunk of cement that Lizard threw at him.

"That wasn't nice!" Miles called out to the Lizard and shot webs at him. "Stay still!"

Miles thwipped past Lizard and tried to web him up, but to no avail. His father was down below, trying to get people out of the building. He kept stopping to watch Spider-Man fight before going back to his job.

They were down the street from Visions, so Miles was able to get away from the gym pretty easily and show up. He knew his parents would be upset with him, but it would be worth it.

"Look at you, skipping class."

Miles looked to the side to see Dr. Ohnn appeared out of a spot. He looked slightly annoyed at the idea.

He'd get over it.

"It was gym, it'll be okay." Miles quipped back before kicking Lizard in the face.

Dr. Ohnn joined the fight, throwing spots to help Miles dodge and to get Lizard mixed up.

"Yeah? Say that to your Spanish grade." Dr. Ohnn scolded Miles.

The Lizard growled something that Miles couldn't understand, so he ignored him as he moved past him.

"Why do I even need to take gym? I get physical activity from this." Miles complained and Dr. Ohnn gave him a look.

"Sure. Go tell your principal you're Spider-Man. See how that works out." Dr. Ohnn's voice dropped with sarcasm.

"Do you two know each other?" Lizard asked as he swiped at Dr. Ohnn.

"Loosely. He's my nemesis." Dr. Ohnn disappeared into a hole and appeared behind Lizard. "No biggie."

Miles snorted before he saw an opening.

He shot many webs, which Lizard stumbled into and twisted himself into.

"Hah! Eat it." Miles cheered as he finished bundling up Lizard. "You'll see me about what? In six months before you break out?"

"You're so right! You want to bet?" Dr. Ohnn dropped next to Miles on the solid ground.

Miles was going to respond, but his father ran up.

"What is he doing here, Spider-Man?" His dad asked. "Aren't you my son's teacher now?"

"I've had a change of heart!" Dr. Ohnn held up his hands in defense.

"Captain Morales, I can say that he isn't for destroying the world anymore. He's a changed man." Miles gave a slight voice and paused for a moment. "Your son's teacher?"

"Yeah." His dad gave Dr. Ohnn an odd look. "I had a parent teacher conference the other day."

"You did?" Miles' voice went up slightly in fear. "For what?"

"Wouldn't you like to know, web boy?" Dr. Ohnn sounded gleeful before waving and opening up a spot. "Anyways! I have AP Physics to teach. Bye!"

With that, the man was gone.

"He's…" His father started.

"A headache?" Miles guessed. "At least you don't have to deal with him on a daily basis."

"You what?" His dad frowned.

"Nothing! I gotta go!" Miles shot away, leaving his father looking bewildered.

–

Miles stood in a cap and gown, holding one of the many medals he had gained over the years in his hands.

Miles watched as students walked across the stage, shaking hands with their teachers and principal.

It had been two years and Miles was finally graduating.

Miles didn't know how he had managed it, but he got into his dream school with help from Dr. Ohnn and he had gotten great scholarships because of him. He was part of the top 1% of his class and still the web slinger. He had made a plan on how to stay Spider-Man and juggle his classes. Some classes would be online and some in person so he could be home.

Miles took a deep breath and let his medal go, letting it drop against his chest.

"I got this." Miles whispered as he and his classmates walked towards the stage.

It took two minutes for Miles to get up to the stairs on the stage.

"Miles Morales." The announcer said and he could hear his family cheer from the distance as he walked towards his principal.

He shook her hand as she handed him his diploma. They smiled at each other, then towards the camera that took his picture. Miles then moved towards the teachers at the bottom of the stage and shook their hands.

The ceremony was long, but at the end he ran to his family and hugged his mother. She held him tightly and whispered how proud she was of him. His father patted his back and repeated how proud he was of Miles.

"There he is! My favorite."

Miles and his family turned to see Dr. Ohnn waving at them.

"Dr. Ohnn." Miles smiled and waved back as the man approached.

"I'm proud of you, Miles." Dr. Ohnn was holding something small in his hands. "I made you a gift, but you can't open it until you're home. You hear me?"

Miles nodded and accepted the gift.

It was covered in cow printed wrapping paper and had a silly drawing of his teacher on it.

"Thank you for looking out for our Miles, Dr. Ohnn." His mother held out her hand and Dr. Ohnn shook it.

"Of course! He has been my best student and he has flourished so much since I started here. I genuinely believe that he could do things that would help the world." Dr. Ohnn sounded genuine.

"Do you two want a picture?" Miles'father asked, pulling out his camera.

"Yes!" Dr. Ohnn clapped and the two got into position.

Dr. Ohnn held an arm around Miles' shoulder and threw up a thumbs up while Miles held up his diploma and a thumbs up. Miles gave a big smile and felt happy as his father took their picture.

Dr. Ohnn let Miles go and took a step back.

"Congrats, Miles. I'm very proud of you." Dr. Ohnn nodded and Miles nodded back.

"Thanks. I appreciate you." Miles smiled.

–

In his room, Miles was finally alone and able to open up the gift that Dr. Ohnn had given him.

He carefully undid the wrapping paper and opened the box.

Inside was some sort of watch. It was black and had a screen on it. Miles put it on and the thing came to life.

The screen lit up and it had a hub that said 1610, then options on the side in the form of symbols. Miles furrowed his eyebrows before picking up the card that was at the bottom of the box.

"To my favorite student: use this wisely, as it isn't approved by the great spider authority you've met. This should help with you getting back to New York and to see your little friends in other universes." Miles read out loud.

It was Dr. Ohnn's powers as a watch.

"Holy…" Miles stood up and read the instructions.

He got the basics before he pressed a few buttons.

An inky hole opened in front of Miles and he stepped through. The world around him turned watercolor and he was in a bedroom covered in posters. A girl was on her bed and she looked up.

"Miles?" She stood up.

"Hey, Gwen. Want to get out of here?"