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queenie-avenue · 3 months ago

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Live fast, die young, bad boys do it well.

💌 ⤻ CLARKE MEADOWS, THE HOCKEY PLAYER

—> he's loved the ice since he was a kid, but maybe he can love you too.

⤻ reader is female, yandere behaviour, possessive behaviour, thoughts of killing, small gore, obsessive behaviour, suggestive themes, mentions of alcohol, set in a university (all 18+), identity crisis moment lolol, [h/n] is hobby name

The first time he met you was at a party. He couldn't exactly remember what you were doing, you were one of those people that were irrelevant to him. Whether you were dancing with your friends and screaming to the music of the party or slumped in a corner, restless and alone, he didn't know. All he knew was that some people talked about you and he registered your name into one of those in his mind.

He was an asshole like that, he supposed. Or maybe he didn't care. He didn't care because his only care in the world, should be Hockey.

His Father was a hockey player and he wanted to live up to that expectation. He wanted to surpass him in both fame and skill and that was his whole identity. His identity was tied to this sport.

His friends? People from his hockey team.

His girlfriends? Didn't really have any, but his requirement for being his girlfriend was that she needed to always come to watch his games.

Even his popularity was all intrinsically tied to his sport. Everyone knew him as the guy who became Captain of the Hockey team in just one year of joining.

The guy who everyone knew would be in the big leagues, up there with Nathan MacKinnon and Seth Jones.

He was so close to being signed on with a team.

Everything was about hockey, before everything became about you.

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Sure, Clarke Meadows knew about you. But he didn't know about you.

Not until that day you stumbled on him inside one of the rooms of the frat house he was in. You had simply wanted to take a piss somewhere and since the toilets not connected to the bedrooms were all taken, probably from pent-up teenagers and people who were vomiting from all the alcohol and decided to take your luck and pray no one was inside blowing each other's backs out.

Even if they were, you honestly could overlook it for the sake of being able to finally relieve yourself.

That's when you stumbled upon his sad self.

He sprawled onto the bed, a spilled bottle of beer falling from his hands with a soft clink before rolling to the other bottles of miscellaneous alcohol strewn all over the floor. Your first instinct was to be worried because with the amount this dude was drinking, he could be suffering from food poisoning.

You made your way towards him and sat on the bed. "Hey, hey!" You called out, trying to wake him up by shaking him, worried that he had passed out or even worst, died.

He groaned and swatted your hands away like a baby being disturbed. "What the hell do you want?" He growled out, surprisingly hostile when he had always been somewhat polite to everyone around him. Just as he didn't know you, you didn't know him.

"Are you okay?" You asked, irregardless of his tone.

"Fuck... yes, I'm fine!" He snapped at you, covering his face as you noticed something sparkling in the dim lighting of the room. Tears? "Just quit being so loud." He told you. He must have drunk a lot for your whispers to be considered loud in his ears.

"No one drinks that much or starts crying when they're drunk because they're fine." You retorted as you watched him wipe away the tears on his face before sitting up. His drunk eyes focused on you, on your blurry figure and body. But your face seemed to be the clearest of them all. Your eyes, your lips, your eyebrows and cheekbones, everything shone as bright as the sun.

"You wouldn't get it." He said.

"Try me." You didn't know why you said that.

And perhaps out of drunken vulnerability, he replied, even when he didn't know why he did it. "Just... what am I supposed to do with my life?" He murmured.

You raised an eyebrow at his words. Wasn't he like some popular hockey dude? "Your hockey, I guess? I heard you like it." You said, completely forgetting about your need to pee.

"No, I don't- I don't know what I want. Besides my hockey, what else do I have?" He asked and your eyes widened at his words. What else did you know about Clarke Meadows beside his hockey skills? You tried to think. He liked hockey... he was popular and... yeah, you couldn't think, especially with all that alcohol stocked up in your mind.

"You have free will, you know." You reminded him.

"But then, my hockey." He slurred, like a baby.

"Is anyone holding you at gunpoint to only play hockey?" You asked.

"N-no." He murmured, as if his eyes have been opened.

"Then try new things, see where it takes you." You said as you dusted your skirt off and sighed. "No one can force you to do things you don't want to do."

"But I do like hockey." Oh my God, you wanted to just smack him over the head right now, he was acting like such a baby. "I love it. It's my whole life." You almost felt jealous of the sport. No one had ever said 'I love you' in such a way to you before.

"You can love different hobbies. We aren't like robots tuned into one thing. I like [h/n], but I also like [h/n]." You informed him. His dark blue eyes pierced into your [e/c] ones and you paused just to admire him. Gods, was he pretty. He was such a pretty boy it almost made you feel jealous that his face wasn't yours. "An- anyway," you felt embarrassed for imparting advice when you weren't even that smart, "just think about it. I'm not forcing you to try new stuff either. Ultimately, it's your choice." You flustered and eventually went to the bathroom after remembering your urges.

When you came out, he was already gone.

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For the next few days, you felt eyes on you. Dark blues one, but you didn't know that. You stopped going home alone every night after your later classes and you started carrying pepper spray with you as an extra precaution. Yet, every time you turned around, you couldn't see anyone following you.

You even felt it when you were resting in the university's courtyard.

Of course, as the readers of this fic knows, it was Clarke Meadows.

Sure, your words were cheesy and kind of cringe but you made him feel seen, outside of his talents. Maybe it was by accident, but in the world, there were no accidents, just fate. And he decided that it was fate to have met you and be comforted by you. You didn't need to do this but you did anyway, and he had grown completely smitten for you.

He collected a pen that fell from your bag, he bought perfumes, shampoos, body wash, conditioners that smelled like you just so he could wash himself with them and convince himself the scent was from his dreams of cuddling next to you. He collected the trash that you threw, putting them in a ziplog bag like a complete freak and dumpster diver. He followed you home to ensure no unsavoury people were stalking you... which was ironic. He even kept watch for you whenever he could during your lunch times.

When you talked to another person, he thought of all the different ways he could slam his hockey stick into their head or shins. He imagined how it would be like to be bloody and have you wipe away the red. He wanted to kiss you while he enveloped you in the blood of his rivals.

But for now, he'd be a silent protector, by your side.

"Don't worry, my saviour, I'll keep you safe."

#yandere blog #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere drabble #yandere x reader #yandere male x reader #male yandere x reader #yandere male #yandere

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gaddaboutgriffon · 5 months ago

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Super Phantom

Writing prompt #3

Danny reveals his ghost half to his parents and they took it well accepting him. As a result the doctors Fenton then backed out of the weapons deal they had with the GIW and are actively protecting Phantom from them.

The GIW don’t give up even after the anti ecto acts are being repealed and sabotaged the gas tank for Nasty Burger’s grill. This causes the explosion that would Kill Danny’s family and friends there for Jazz’s graduation celebration. Clockwork foresaw of a Dan event happening and froze time to take and de-age Danny, Jazz, Sam, Tucker and Vallarta. (Clockwork is a jerk and frankly blames Jack and Maddie for making the he portals that caused both Vlad and Danny’s halfa status and a lot more work for him. He is letting those two die.)

Clockwork then sends the Deaged to babies/toddler to different places in the Yong Justice cartoon DC universe. All the kids are liminal and have powers.

Jazz now a 3 year old is sent to Hippallita on Themescira. (Excuse my spelling) liminal powers make her strength on par with Amazons.

Sam, age 1 as well and sent to Giovanni Zattarra. Three year old Zatana gets a younger sister that also has the gift of magic. Especially nature/plant magic.

Tucker I had a hard time deciding but eventually chose Lucius Fox. (If you can think of someone better go ahead and make suggestions.)

Vallarie was Supposed to be sent to Ted Kord, but Lex Luthor was trying to tap into the watchtower’s zeta tubs but accidentally got clockwork’s portal instead. It cased he basket to be dropped instead of gently set down. Startled, two year old Vallarie instinctively activates her ghost tech armor. Now that is a curious unexpected asset Lex will find a way to utilize.

And finally deaged to one year old Danny is sent in a in a basket with a solar system print blanket with a envelope sitting on top. The portal opens and the basket is carefully set on the table with the note. Then clockwork places a folder thick with other papers of to the side. He retreats into the portal closing it behind him just as the apartment door is opening.

Clark Kent has just finished his third week of work at the Daily Planet, the evening patrol and even grocery shopping. Thoughts of the paper he needs to write and turn in the morning are on his mind as he enters his apartment in time to notice a Green glow wink out of existence from his kitchen door. He drops the now forgotten grocery bags when he hears the tiny heartbeat and rushes over to the basket on the table.

A sleeping baby. A baby! Wha- how had anyone. When his brain stops stalling he notices the letter. It reads:

Superman,

The boy’s name is Danny. You are the most likely to survive him learning to use his powers as they emerge. His parents died trying to protect him. It is not safe for him here.

I have already forged the legal documents naming you as his godfather and a cover story in the attached folder. Also three gold coins will be sent to you each month as child support. If anyone else looks at this letter the text will change to simply read that you are the godfather of this recently orphaned boy.

Clockwork.

Clark stood in shock rereading the letter in shock a dozen times. Before Lois snapped him out of it.

“Hey Smallville, it may not be Gotham but even in Metropolis you shouldn’t just leave your door open.” She called as she entered from the hall. Then she noticed the spilled bags of groceries on the floor. And came in. “Are you ok? You may be a klutz but you always pick u- Oh My God, That’s a Baby!”

Well that is enough for tonight. I will add on more later. Wonder how quickly this would grow if I don’t tag anyone? Eh just a few. @bloggerspam @confusedshades @hypewinter @zylev-blog @kizzer55555

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dcxdp #danny phantom #the Pham are deaged and sent to the DC universe.#being liminal means they all have powers #Clockwork is a jerk #Danny and his friends will be raised and sidekicks to DC heroes #Danny raised by Superman #Jazz Raised as an Amazon and thought to be a gift from Greek god Kronos #Sam will be Zatanas little sister #Tucker raised by Lucius Fox around Wayne Enterprises #oh ho Valarie ends up with Lex #but that may not turn out how you think it would

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lexkent · 2 months ago

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Why Lionel Luthor is the True Villain of Smallville:

Threatened to expose Clark's fake adoption records unless Jonathan Kent persuaded Pete Ross’s family to sell their factory to him.

Kidnapped Clark and put him in a vat of kryptonite solution to be studied in an attempt to discover his secrets.

Kept Clark trapped in a cage made of kryptonite in a separate incident.

Impregnated his dying wife's nurse while he was in a position of power over her as her boss, denied he was responsible, and had her locked away in a psychiatric ward for 7 years after taking her baby away from her. Lionel insured the child, Lucas, remained in poverty in the foster care system and prevented him from ever being adopted.

Forced the second woman he impregnated while married to Lillian, while in a position of power over her as her boss, to give their child to an orphanage where she was tortured. He soon found another home for Tess where she grew up in poverty and extreme physical abuse.

Forced his wife to have another baby despite her objections and was then dismissive of her postpartum depression. "I told you I didn't want any more children. I see how you treat Alexander, chipping away at his spirit."

Found a child, Davis Bloome, in a cornfield and believing him to be The Traveler, ran experiments on the boy until he realized he wasn't who he wanted and proceeded to dump him off alone on a dark Metropolis street.

Created a clone from a dead little girl, Emily Dinsmore, and locked her away in a lab, refusing to let her father ever see her again. "You can't take her away from me. She's my daughter." "She's the property of Luthorcorp."

Was such a terrible father to Lex that Lillian Luthor killed her infant son to spare him from the cruel and twisted parenting Lex endured from Lionel. Was such a horrible husband to Lillan that Lex took the blame for his baby brother's death knowing Lionel would have murdered her in retaliation.

Lied and told Lex that Lucas died in infancy, like Julian, knowing how much it would hurt Lex to hear.

Paid someone to kill Lucas once he became a potential threat to his power. Clark stopped the bullets, and Lionel had the shooter killed in police custody before he could talk.

Forced Lex's mother figure, Pamela Jenkins, out of Lex's life following the death of Lex's mother because he didn't want her to make Lex soft. Convinced Lex that Pamela never loved him and was only ever interested in their money.

Blew up Chloe and Gabe Sullivan's safehouse in an attempt to kill them and prevent her from testifying against him at his murder trial. Hired a mutant hitman to kidnap and kill Chloe after she escaped the explosion.

Had Oliver Queen's parents killed in a plane crash leaving him orphaned at the age of 5.

Ordered the murder of Andrea Rojas’s mother who was an activist who worked for an organization that fought back against gangs, dealers, and large business corporations. In addition to losing her mother, Andrea was stabbed in the heart during the attack.

Resurrected a teenager, Adam Knight, to get close to Lana Lang and spy on Clark Kent. When Adam failed to retrieve useful information, Lionel refused to give him any more of the serum he required to stay live. As a result, Adam suffered immensely before dying of organ failure.

Resurrected Vince Davis who lived for a short, painful period of time before his body deteriorated without access to Lionel's serum.

Poisoned Lex with a lethal dosage that would've killed 99.9% of people.

Told Lex he loved him in prison only to persuade him into accepting his hand so he could use a Kryptonian stone to body swap them, leaving Lex to rot and die in prison in his place while Lionel escaped with Lex's body. Instead, Clark intervened and Lionel escaped inside of Clark's body, leaving Clark trapped to die in prison. Shortly after the bodyswap occured, Lionel looked down the front inside of his(Clark's) waistband while smiling to himself. While in Clark Kent's body, Lionel initiated a hug with Martha Kent where he was turned on to the point of shooting heat vision from his eyes. Lionel-in-Clark's body flirted with Chloe, a teenager, and was centimeters away from kissing her. And when Lionel-in-Clark's body encountered Lana, a teenager, he said to her, "A man would travel around the world to pluck your succulent fruit," and forced a kiss onto her, smiling to himself after she slapped him and ran away. Lionel proceeded to attack Lex, choking him, slamming his head against a desk, and demanding 57 million dollars using Clark's super strength. He then went to the Kent Farm and threw Jonathan across the room into the kitchen cabinets. Lionel told Clark he would murder Lex if he didn't cooperate with his demands.

Pretended to be blind. "Playing the handicapped card is low, even for you." "But I was able to see more clearly than ever. It's amazing what people try and get away with right in front of your eyes when they think you can't see."

Fired 2,500 Smallville citizens to force his son back under his control. When Lex attempted to organize an employee buyout of the factory, Lionel bought the Smallville Savings and Loan and threatened to foreclose on every employee's mortgage. When Lex continued to organize and fight to save everyone's jobs, Lionel threatened, "I'll bury you and everyone in Smallville who takes your side."

Blackmailed Smallville sheriff Ethan Millar into digging up dirt on every Lexcorp shareholder(Smallville factory workers), so Lionel could blackmail each one into selling their shares to him in order to take over Lex's fledgling company. In addition, Lionel threatened to expose the sheriff if he didn't do him various favors.

Once again tried blackmailing Jonathan Kent leading to a physical altercation between the two. Lionel fled the scene as Jonathan suffered a fatal heart attack.

Installed hidden cameras and microphones throughout Lex's office, so he could sabotage him and steal his business deals.

Took over Lex's company, which Lex had invested everything he had into, leaving him with nothing and immediately kicking him out of his home.

Insisted an ill-advised, life-threatening surgery be performed on Lex after he had been shot and wasn't stable enough for further surgery, making it clear he'd prefer a dead son over a physically disabled one.

Set Lex up for the murders of Dr. Teng and her entire team at Metron Labs after Lex refused to work for him.

Had sex with Lex's lover, Victoria Hardwick, while they were still sleeping together.

Hired Dr. Helen Bryce to seduce and spy on Lex for him. Helen later attempted to murder Lex on their honeymoon.

Gave Martha Kent a watch engraved, "To Martha, with deep affection. L.L." while she was his employee and happily married to Jonathan Kent.

Refused to come clean about his past sexual involvement with Rachel Dunleavy and the existence of their son, Lucas, despite Lex being held hostage and his survival depending on Lionel telling the truth.

Refused to come clean about Level 3 when it would have saved the lives of a group of teenagers and his own son.

Ignored and denied any care to his employee, Earl Jenkins, who was poisoned by kryptonite on the job which led to uncontrollable, dangerous seizures.

Created a deadly fear toxin for the military that leaked into Smallville.

Drugged, gaslit, attacked, and framed his son, orchestrating a scenario where everyone would believe Lex to be crazy after Lex discovered Lionel had his parents murdered for insurance money. Lionel had Lex committed to Belle Reve Sanitarium where he had Lex further drugged and put through electroshock therapy, forcing 600 volts of electricity through Lex's brain. When the doctor insisted they pause the procedure for Lex's safety, Lionel ignored the warning and demanded they continue. This brain frying could have easily destroyed Lex's mind, as it did for others who endured it, and ultimately wiped away months of Lex's memories, allowing Lionel to be off the hook for his parent's murders. Everyone involved in Lionel's plot, all loose ends, met untimely deaths.

Threatened, manipulated, controlled, hyper criticized, denied affection, and lied to Lex constantly. Lionel mentally, emotionally, and physically abused his child throughout his entire life, raising him to become a monster and then denying any accountability for what Lex became in the end.

This list is far from complete, so feel free to add more!

#“My father made every question a quiz every choice a test.#Second best was for losers #compassion for the weak #trust no one.#Those were the lessons I grew up with.” -Lex #smallville #lionel luthor #lex luthor #sv meta #smallville lb #dc #abuse cw #long post

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simpforfandoms · 2 years ago

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clark's wife like giving birth and he's trying his hardest to support her and shes just like stfu but in a nice way

yes yes yes! I'm totally binge watching shameless so this is kinda like when v gives birth. Got a bit carried away, but this is still a drabble

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"You're doing amazing honey!" Clark says beside you holding your hand.

"How would you know?" You snap

"Because you're making all the right sounds. Remember that birthing video with the girl making all the buffalo noises? You're making those noises."

You roll your eyes as you let out a groan.

"Would you like to stand around here with us?" The doctors ask Clark.

"No I'm good" He quickly replies.

You almost get offended, "You don't want to watch?" you ask

"Oh, honey, I was over there earlier and it's real gory, lllike a horror movie, I'd rather stay with you." He says as he gives you a kiss on the forehead.

You groan once more.

"You know-" he starts

"Yeah?"

"Bruce says that in some cultures men aren't even allowed near the birth, just a bunch of women in tents, which makes sense, because I would be so much more useful if I was out hunting moose or something…" He rants.

"Clark?" You ask on the verge of punching him.

He hums.

"Please shut the fuck up."

"Oh yeah okay."

Clark is cradling the beautiful baby boy as you sit and watch from the hostipal bed.

“I’m gonna call you super baby” Clark tells him, the baby giggles in his dads arms, Clark look towards you, “he likes it”

“Please do not call our son super baby”

“Awww why not it’s cute.” He whines

“That be like you calling me super wife.”

“Well you are a super wife.” He shrugs

You roll your eyes as Kara and Martha walk in and steal the baby from Clark.

“Oh he’s just adorable. Have you decided on a name” Kara coos

“Super baby.” Clark states

“No it’s Jon, you dork.” You call out

“Hey don’t call me a dork!”

“Whatever, dork.”

“How is it that you two have been together for almost 10 years yet you still act like children.” Martha laughs

“Oh come on Ma, you and Pa were just like this.” Clark says as he steals the baby back and hands him to you.

Martha just laughs. Young love.

“Hey, I think we should tell Barry we named him after him” you whisper into his ear

He laughs, “whatever you want sweetheart.”

You and Clark take Jon to the next JL meeting. Barry’s the first one that comes up to you.

“Oh. My. God. He is so adorable!!!! Whats his name?”

“Barry.” You say confidently.

Barry’s face lights up, “you named him after me?!?!?”

“No his name is Jon. But I promise the next one we’ll name after you” Clark says.

“For realz?”

“For realz”

You laugh as Barry walks away, “you’re out of your mind if you think I’m gonna have another one” you whisper to him

He shrugs, “we’ll see about that” He leans down to give you a kiss.

5 years later and your back in the hospital giving birth.

“Get this thing out of me!!” You scream

“Honey it’s gonna be okay” Clark says holding your hand

“Curse you! And curse your stupid sperm!” You yell at him

“Uncle Bruce what’s sperm?” Jon looks up at Bruce from outside the room.

“Ummmm when a mommy and daddy love eachother very much-“

“Don’t you dare give my son the sex talk Bruce!” Clark yells from the delivery room

You scream again

“Is mommy gonna be okay?” He asks

Bruce shrugs, “probably, maybe. She has a 17.4 to 100,000 chance of dying.”

“Dying? She’s gonna die?!?” Jon screams.

“Uhhhh”

“One last push, you’re almost there” the doctor says.

“I’m gonna fucking kill you for doing this to me.” You scream at Clark as you push

Crying erupts the room. It’s finally over. 15 hours of excruciating pain.

“Congratulations it’s a healthy baby girl.”

They weigh her, Clark cuts her cord, you hold her for a bit then they take her away to clean her.

“You still wanna kill me?”

“We’ll see.” You say as he leans down to kiss you.

As he pulls away he says, “We have to name her Bartholomew now.”

“No.”

“C’mon shes just like him.”

“No if she was this would be a fast labor, she’s just like me.”

“You’re right she is stubborn” he jokes

“that’s why we’re going to name her Y/n jr.” You state as a matter of fact.

“We can name her that but we couldn’t name Jon super baby?”

You shrug

Years later..

“I COULDVE BEEN SUPER BABY”

“Yeah but your mom wouldn’t let me.”

“I COULDVE BEEN SUPER BABY”

#superman #clark kent #Clark kent x reader #superman x reader #dc comics #batman #Barry Allen #fluff #Clark kent Drabble #Bruce is a tired uncle #jon kent

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salparadiselost · 4 months ago

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A very sad thought about the mersupials (the pouch mer au) is that the dad of a dead pup would probably carry around the corpse of their pup for a long time. Clutching the little body close, putting it into the pouch, drawing it out just to cry and cuddle with their baby again.

Like, I can imagine a scenario where Bruce finds a dead baby Jason and he absolutely refuses to let him go. He pulls the body along, curls around it all the time, nuzzles into his hair and tries to groom. Even as the body bloats and pieces of it sloughs off. Clark tries to take it and Bruce just stuffs it in his pouch and swims away. Which is, of course bad for him, because storing a rotting corpse in your semi-permeable body pocket that interacts directly with your bloodstream is bad.

I actually imagine that lots of dad Mers will die like that in the wild if their pup is killed in front of them. They are poisoned by their grief of losing their child.

#kay speaks #bruce wayne #mersupials #how to train your mers #mer au #bruce definitely would be the type to carry his son's rotting dead body around until it kills him

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twirlywhirlywriting · 1 year ago

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What Would I Do Without You?

I finally did it!!! This was definitely a challenge for me as a writer. I am mostly used to female submissives so this was a huge change! I hope you all like it, I worked really hard on it! Here you go, my loves, submissive John Murphy!

Title: What Would I Do Without You?

TAGS/WARNINGS: 18+ Minors DNI, Smut, Sub!Murphy x Dom!/Reader, Reader’s POV, Fem Reader, Use of Y/N, Cussing, Soft Dom, Mistress Kink, Obedience, Reassurance, Strip Tease, Kissing, Praise, Fingering, Oral (f receiving), P in V (unprotected), Orgasms, Soft Edging (literally one time), Handjob, Slight Mess, Aftercare, Mentions of Love

The first thing that I need to point out before telling you anything, is that John Murphy is mine. He is the love of my life, he is my best friend, he is my baby. He’s my submissive, my fuck toy, my good boy, just mine. I know that when you look at us, we seem like any other “power couple” who are really just giant assholes who don’t care about anyone else but each other. But really, he’s just trying to give the people what they want, and well, I can’t help myself from being protective of him and his feelings.

The only reason he is being so forceful in making everyone take off those stupid wristbands is because no one wants the fuckers who put us down here to follow us. We don’t deserve to be prisoners. We are lucky none of us are 18, otherwise we’d all be dead anyways. But they put us on this dropship without our permission. They are the ones who didn’t know if they were killing us or not. And now we have the entire Earth to ourselves. The last thing that any of us want is for those stupid assholes to follow us down and take control again, or worse, call us criminals again. We deserve this whole goddamn Earth to ourselves, we were the ones who were going to die for it if it turned out to be uninhabitable anyway.

Most people understand this and are happy to take off the damn wristband-tracker-whatever the fuck they are. If everyone on the Ark thinks we died, they won’t follow us and we will finally be free. But Clarke and her stupid boy toy followers are making things way harder than they need to be. They’re being dicks to John, my John. I can’t stand it.

“Stop it, Murphy! Everyone, you have to stop taking those off, the Ark has to know we’re alive!” Clarke screams at John over the fire. Maybe he is being a little bit intense, not letting anyone get dinner until they allow him to remove the wristband. But it’s for their own good! How can that bitch not see that?

“No one wants the Ark to know we’re alive, Clarke. We want to be free. We deserve to be free.” He retorts, then turns to everyone, “Do you want to be the Ark's prisoners again? For doing nothing? For saving their asses and getting nothing in return?” He yells, and everyone around boos at Clarke; she and Wells look like they’re about to pop their top.

She grabs a piece of meat anyways and starts eating, then glares at him. “No rules, right? Screw you, Murphy.” His eyes look like he’s ready to kill her, but I know that look. When he looks murderous, he’s really just sad, or scared, or something. Maybe angry too, maybe a bit murderous, but mostly sad. And that makes me fume.

I hand my food to John and stand up. Yanking the food back from Clarke, I step right up to her and get in her face. “You know you can’t do that shit. Chaos is good, but you’re just being fucking stupid. He’s helping people, whether you realize it or not. You, Wells, and Finn can all just go on your merry fucking way and find your own food. We’ll get your wristbands later.” She looks like she’s about to throw a punch, but Finn stops her and pulls her away. I’m still fuming, who does she think she is? Finn is right, she is a fucking princess. Wells and Clarke think they get to decide all the rules just because his Daddy and her Mommy are in charge up there. Well, they’re fucking wrong.

As I sit back down, John gives me back my food. We are both still so pissed off at the whole situation, and not just because of right now. Clarke and those stupid boys are always getting in John’s way. They truly think they can lead us! While I sit here thinking about how fucked up it is, John grabs my hand and brings it up to his lips, planting the softest kiss. I know he’s trying to calm me down, even though he’s just as mad as I am. He’s so fucking sweet. He could be ready to kill someone and when he looks at me or touches me, it is always so soft and loving. He treats me like a queen no matter how he feels.

I smile at him and when I catch his eyes, I can tell he needs a break. He is trying so hard to keep his cool in front of everyone, but I can tell the frustration of the day and that encounter is getting to him. I quickly shove the last bite of food into my mouth and lead him to our tent with his hand in mine. I’m going to take all of his thoughts and make them melt away, I know just what to do.

The second we get inside, he asks, “Am I doing something wrong?” and I shake my head and smile at him, staring into his gorgeous blue eyes. You may think he likes to take charge with the way he acts around other people, but you’d have it all wrong. He needs the release of not having to make choices. To listen to someone else for a change, have someone else be responsible for him when no one is watching.

“No baby boy, nothing wrong at all. You’re perfect.” I kiss him on the lips, then kiss both of his cheeks, and when I look into his eyes again, I can’t take it. He’s just so hot, standing there and waiting to react to my every move. I kiss him again, harder this time, moving my hands up under his shirt a little to glide my hands along his stomach and chest. He grabs me by my waist and kisses me back deeply, stifling a small moan. I know he wants me. I grin and look up to him, putting my hand on his cheek softly. “What does my good boy want, hm?”

He bites his lip and looks into my eyes, knowing just the right words to say. “I want to make you feel good, Mistress. I just want to feel you all over me. I want to feel you on my hands, my lips, my tongue, I want to please you with every part of me.” It’s hard for me to keep my composure when he says such yummy words.

“And you can have me. But not yet. Sit on the bed, for now you only get to watch.” He immediately obeys, sitting on the bed with his eyes glued to me. I slowly take off my shirt, much slower than normal, feeling his eyes look over every inch of my stomach, my ribs, my tits, my collarbone and neck, and finally my face again. With my pants, it’s the same thing. I turn around this time though, giving him a full view as I bend over and let him watch every part of my ass and legs become exposed. I peel my underwear off too, giving him just a quick peek of my pussy before standing up and turning around again.

Instead of letting him touch me like he asked for, I smirk at him, trailing my hands up my stomach and start squeezing my tits, then trailing my fingertips around my nipples until they get hard. I love watching him practically drool, watching his pants get tight, his hands grabbing onto the sheets to stop himself from leaping up and grabbing me.

I move a hand down my stomach, across my hips, parting my legs just enough to let my hand slip between them. I keep one hand squeezing my tit and sometimes pinching my nipple, letting the other hand glide along my slit, then I start to slowly rub my clit. I lean my head back and moan, wondering just how much this is killing him and enticing him to watch. After maybe a minute or so, I pull my hand back up, stare straight into his eyes, and lick the wetness off of my fingers. His face flushes, and I ask him, “What is it? Do you want a taste too?”

He stumbles over his words as though he couldn’t get them out fast enough, “Yes, Mistress, please let me taste you.” It makes me feel so warm inside when he says these things. Of course, I’ll give him what he wants. I walk towards him, put a foot up onto the bed to give him a better view, and slide a single finger inside of myself. When I pull it out, it’s glistening. It’s fucking teasing me to do this too, but I love seeing how much he wants me.

“Open.” I demand as I put my finger up to his lips, and he does so immediately. I slide my finger in his mouth, and he is happy to suck my finger clean. “Good boy, you are so patient. You get to touch me now.” I lay down onto the bed, “Whatever you want to do to start with, baby, you earned it.”

He climbs on top of me, kissing my neck oh so gently, it almost tickles. He works his way down to my chest, and as he does so, his kisses become more erratic and have more pressure. He gets to my tits, and uses his tongue to circle my nipple, using a hand to follow suit on my other nipple. I close my eyes to fully enjoy the sensations, combing my fingers through his hair as he does this.

After a little bit of this, I feel my wetness and the tingle of desire a bit too intensely. “Okay, I need you on my pussy, right now.” The end of my sentence is almost a growl, I didn’t realize how fucking wet I was until it hit me like a brick wall and I couldn’t wait a single second longer.

“Yes Mistress, of course.” He scoots back on the bed, wetting two of his fingers using my own juices, sliding one in and pumping a few times before adding the second. He starts kissing my clit, just warming me up as he continues to slowly pump his fingers in and out, just barely curling his fingers up at the last second of every thrust, only a whisper of a touch to my g-spot. Even with how soft he’s being, my breathing quickens. He’s not one to need too much direction on exactly how to please a woman. He doesn’t start off too fast, and he definitely knows where all the good spots are. Whether he’s naturally gifted, or if he’s practiced, I’ve never cared to ask. He’s all fucking mine and that’s the only thing that matters to me.

“You’re doing so good, baby, you’re such a good boy for me, that’s just right.” I coo at him, making sure every second that he knows just how good he’s making me feel.

His kisses on my clit slowly turn into kisses with tongue, and that turns into pressing his tongue into me with the tiniest of suction of his lips, letting go with a tiny pop every time. As his kisses change into this, his fingers start working faster, and the second he feels my g-spot swell, he starts fully curving them into that wonderful “come here” motion as he pumps them in and out of me. His tongue gets faster as well, consistent stimulation with suction every few seconds, it’s perfect. I grip the sheets with one hand and his hair in another, unable to control how loud or often I’m moaning. I can barely talk anymore, but I mumble out a “Good boy, just like that!”

It only takes a couple of minutes before my orgasm comes to the brink, my legs shaking and the world around me practically spinning as I hit my peak. When it calms down, I grip his hair tighter and pull him up to me in a sloppy kiss, both of us breathing heavily. “Am I making you feel good, Mistress? That was good?” He asks me, and my heart melts. He is probably the only guy in the world to make a girl cum that hard and not be full of himself about it. He wants reassurance that he’s doing things just how I like them. Fuck, I love him. He is going to be mine forever, I swear to God.

“Yes, you are doing so good, baby boy. I’m going to keep you mine forever. Understand?” I look into his eyes so that he knows that isn’t just pillow talk, that he really is mine. Forever.

He nods with more enthusiasm than I’ve ever seen, and responds with the same seriousness in his voice that I had in mine. “Yes Mistress, I’m all yours, forever. You own me.”

I give him one more kiss before switching our positions so that I’m on top of him now. “I need you to be inside me now.” I say as I slowly ease myself onto him, groaning as I feel the fullness inside of me. “It’s my turn to watch as you feel good, baby.” I say soothingly, before adding sternly, “now don’t you dare look away. I want to look into your eyes the whole time I’m making you feel good.”

He bites his lip and nods, almost immediately moaning as I start riding him, slowly at first, moving my hips up and down, then back and forth, then a mixture of them all, in a circle. I love watching the sweat slowly build in his hair, watching the muscles on his chest and abs clench as I make him feel so good. I place my hand on his chest to give me better leverage to go faster, faster, and stop right as I see he is starting to get closer to his orgasm.

Disappointment flickers in his eyes, but only for a moment, he knows I’m never going to fully deny him. He’s too beautiful and perfect to truly be mean. I lean down to give him a kiss, before whispering into his ear. “Now, you’re going to make me cum again. I’m going to stay still, and you are going to fuck me like this, exactly how I tell you to.”

“Yes Mistress, I want to make you cum on me. Please tell me what you want.” He begs and I groan quietly, he’s too fucking good.

I straighten back up and tell him to start off slow, which he does. He keeps his hands on my waist to help him gain leverage, and I trail my fingers along his chest and tell him constantly how good he’s doing, how much he’s pleasing me. I tell him to go faster, then to slow down, then to go deeper and harder, then faster, then slow again. He follows along with my words perfectly. I like to work myself up to the edge, not too fast, I want to enjoy every moment of this. But when I notice he is getting a little tired, I tell him to speed up and fuck me as hard as he can.

My nails dig into his chest as I cum, my head falling back as I moan and my legs squeeze against his sides, making it harder for him to continue fucking me but he pushes through. When I look back down at him I smile at his flushed face, “Stop, baby. You can stop. You are such a perfect fuck toy. Now it’s finally your turn.”

I start riding him again, keeping up with the quick pace and making sure I’m going all the way down, pushing all of him inside me with every hip thrust. I love watching him pant and whimper as he gets close to the edge. “Mistress, please, I-I-I’m close!” he says with urgency, and I get off of him and immediately jerk him off, keeping the pace as I watch him cum all over himself, biting my lip as I watch.

“Look at what a mess you’ve made, baby.” I tease, making him blush a little bit but he knows I’m not mad. I just love watching him make a mess everywhere, especially on himself. I quickly grab a rag and clean him up, first wiping the sweat off his brow and then cleaning up his chest.

I lay down next to him, propping myself up on my elbow. I kiss him all over his face, a million times practically, whispering in a soothing voice “You are such a good boy,” and “You did such a wonderful job,” and “It’s all over now baby, I love you so much.” and “I’ll be right here to care for you, always.” in between the kisses being peppered all over his face. He snuggles into me, and I am happy to hold him, regulating my own breathing in order to help him regulate his.

I stroke his hair, humming softly in a soothing lullaby I forgot the words to a long time ago, every once in a while kissing the top of his head. After a while, he looks up at me and asks, “Did you really mean it, that I’m yours forever? Because.. I want to be. I always want to be yours, Y/N. Always.”

I smile back at him, my heart melting all over again. “Whatever would I do without you, John? I love you.”

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stillfrownyclownlol · 11 months ago

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Fucking...ship alphabet crap because I'm gonna go insane- (Ashlyn x Aiden)

Aiden Clark

A = Affection

Aiden is really affectionate with Ash, he has a hard time keeping in how he feels about her so he's constantly complimenting her, touching her, kissing her if she will let him, etc etc. He's just soooo in love with her he can't keep it in- 🫠

B = Best Friend

Ngl Aiden was like the closest thing Ash had to a best friend before they started dating 🤡 he's not that different besides the fact that he can keep his emotions a little more in check (like friend boundaries). Very protective, encouraging, and does his best to listen ^_^

C = Cuddles

Bless him he is touch starved and cuddling is like a feast to him. He LOVES cuddling. Definitely clingy and likes rubbing her arms or back. Man ascends whenever Ash glomps him.

D = Domestic

Aiden likes the idea of settling down, he would like to live with Ash at some point, especially cuz he grew up in an empty house. It's kinda unfortunate since he sucks really hard at domestic tasks 💀 he's never had to cook or clean a day in his life and he's not very inclined to learn lmao. He's super messy and pretty much banned from the kitchen 😭

E = Ending

Um he would literally rather die 🫠 he will fight tooth and nail to be with her and if he HAD to break up with her it would be like, under pressure that somebody was going to kill her or smth 😭 and then he'd kill the person who threatened her and go get his girl back.

F = Fiancé

He doesn't really care about getting married as long as Ash stays with him :P He likes how his ring looks on her finger tho.

G = Gentle

He's not very good at that haha. He's very...um, intense with all his feelings oop- He's not very good at being soft (verbally/emotionally) in the moment, it's something he needs to give thought too. He can be pretty tender physically tho, likes to kiss her forehead :)

H = Hugs

Loves loves loves hugging, especially if Ash initiated. Totally into squeeze hugging and lifting her off her feet. He kinda hovers around her in public and puts his arm around her so he's constantly "loose hugging" her.

I = I love you

He said it pretty quickly. He doesn't see why he should hide how he feels :p. He probably said it when she was just doing smth, like with no buildup or anything. It was just a very sudden feeling on his part and he vocalised it right away

J = Jealousy

Pretty consistently 🤡 he has attachment issues can you blame him? 😭 (you can). Very not cool with other people (that he doesn't know) talking, touching, hanging out with Ash and he will be hate-watching them the entire time. With Ash he gets a lot clingier and starts complimenting her even more, but if Ash gets weirded out/annoyed by it he tends to react pretty poorly and can get upset with her.

K = Kisses

His kisses vary, but they can be kinda aggressive/intense? lmao. He is just having BIG FEELINGS and he needs to express himself- if hes stressed he'll just. Grab her face and mash their mouths together (jumpscares Ash fr) He really does not care where he kisses Ash like everything is good for him, but when Ash kisses him first on the mouth that's soooo... he goes to heaven fr.

L = Little Ones

Pretty good with children actually! He has some experience with Lily and he vibes pretty well with kid energy, especially if they're hyperactive like him lol. Great with games and stuff. Babies like him a lot for some reason, they always start laughing when he holds them.

M = Morning

He gets up at like 4am all the time to do crap because he's an insomniac. Usually goes to exercise or play a video game/puzzle. Ash is not a morning person, but sometimes she can convince him to crawl back into bed and snuggle 😌

N = Night

He does go to bed really late 💀 He has an EXTREMELY hard time falling asleep so he just stays up till he passes out. Ash and him have been trying stuff to help him sleep better so they drink tea and talk to each other without looking at their phones.

O = Open

Absolutely not open with his history lol. he pretty much blocks out most of his past and he won't talk about it unless Ash insists or he feels like he needs to tell her to clarify his feelings. Doesnt say more than he needs to.

P = Patience

He has none for everything 🤡 he hates waiting, he hates putting in a lot of effort into something, he hates spending a long time on anything- (except his friends). He kinda has some hidden anger issues, he looks really easy going but like fr. He has problems.

Q = Quizzes

UM it's kinda creepy how much he remembers about Ash 😭 He has an entire space in his brain dedicated to her. He knows how she likes her coffee, her daily schedule, the exact time of her birth...he likes knowing about her sue him.

R = Remember

It's hard to pick his favourite memory cuz he's such a fan of her, even during the time she kinda hated him :> One of his top moments would probably be when she first said "I love you" back to him though.

S = Security

He's soooooo overprotective, the first time he saw her get seriously injured it was his fault and he never let that go. He knows Ash can handle herself but he still wants to keep her safe if he can!!! If somebody hurts her they are never seeing the light of day again ^_^ He always swoons a little when Ash tries to protect him too.

T = Try

His relationships are like one of the only things he actually puts effort in so. He spends a lot of time thinking on gifts, what they can do on dates, etc etc if it involves Ash. Helps her around the house if she lets him.

U = Ugly

He has sooooo many bad habits. He's super addict prone and his BPD means he will do a lot of self-sestructive stuff. Smoker (he hates it), drinker (he hates it even more), joyrider extraordinaire (just kill him now) :/ Working on it at his therapy sessions but he relapses sometimes.

V = Vanity

...I mean, he's concerned about how he looks, but not in a "looking good" way. He dyes his hair consistently because he wants to look like that, same with his contacts. Otherwise he's not like doing beauty routines for his skin or anything lol.

W = Whole

Yes he has an unhealthy attachment to Ash so he would feel incomplete without her 🫠

X = Xtra

Ash isn't his first 'relationship' but she is the first one where he actually felt something. He was pretty easy going so if somebody asked him to be their partner he almost always said yes, but he never seriously cared about any of them...🫠 Ghosted people a lot when he moved oop

Y = Yuck

He knows he has a lot of issues so like he's not gonna judge somebody a lot if they have their own vices. He would probably dislike if Ash started acting like himself lmao (you hate somebody because they reflect the worst parts of yourself) 🫠 For smth she actually does, he doesn't really like how cold she can be sometimes, but he knows she can't help it so he doesn't comment on it.

Z = ZZZ

Sleeps with like 4 different blankets and he doesn't really like wearing pyjamas, he'd sleep in his boxers if he could. The blankets are like, good texture stim on his skin :D

Ashlyn Banner

A = Affection

Not good with it let's be real. Still figuring out her boundaries and what she's comfortable with. She generally just let's Aiden set the pace and if she doesn't like it she'll say something, but it's rare for her to initiate, when she does its usually something lowkey like holding his hand (prefers physical over verbal).

B = Best Friend

Ash hasn't had friends. Ever. Until suddenly she got five that she got bonded to for life 🤡 As a bestie she is generally very loyal and protective, even if she isn't very good with emotional stuff, she tries to show her support in whatever way she can.

C = Cuddles

Not really something she thinks about a lot? She doesn't mind cuddling with Aiden but he is very touchy so she gets overstimulated quickly. She prefers just lying on top of him without him grabbing her.

D = Domestic

She always imagined living by herself so the idea is a little intimidating ngl, but she's ready to give it a shot when the time comes :> Good at household chores, her parents are ex-military so she's well disciplined with making the bed, cleaning her area of the house, and she's a decent cook. Trying to teach Aiden how to do his own chores to since nobody ever taught him.

E = Ending

She would end things if she felt like Aiden wasn't getting better, she can't keep letting his bad behavior slide her entire life. Could see them getting a divorce if they had a kid together and he was still acting like that (we hope not). Definitely the type of exes to still see each other though, he's nothing if not persistent, and she can't quite seem to quit him ^_^"

F = Fiancée

She didn't even think she'd ever get married lol. She doesn't really care about labeling their relationship like that but she did ask him for tax reasons. And he was happy too, so that's a plus :>

G = Gentle

She's said it herself, she's not good at that. She's generally pretty brash with Aiden and she has a hard time being vulnerable. She's also not a very physically gentle person either, she usually initiates contact if she's stressed/upset so it's kinda intense. She's working on it!

H = Hugs

Pretty rare, she doesn't mind if Aiden hugs her, but Jesus, sometimes it feels like he's going to break her ribs 💀 Not that her hugs are much better tho 🫠 Tends to bury her face in his shoulder and grab his hair.

I = I love you

It's soooooo hard for her omg. She can't explain why she just feels really weird/dumb saying it 😭 she usually only says it during the heat of the moment. To compromise with Aiden, she usually writes it down on a sticky note and gives it to him. Writing is easier.

J = Jealousy

Sometimes the autism rejection sensitivity flares up haha 🫠 she's waaaaaay less jealous than Aiden but sometimes she wonders if she's just a passing fancy to him because he's so intense and quick about it (before reminding herself hes loyal to a fault). If other people talk about it (like if Aiden has been spending a lot of time with somebody) she's more likely to get jealous since she will kinda internalize their thoughts (like very "what...? Do you think I *should* be jealous?")

K = Kisses

Supremely awkward. Doesn't understand what she's supposed to do with her mouth aldhlwhd. She likes kissing his cheek because its a very simple gesture and he gets very happy. Will combust if Aiden kisses her forehead ❤️

L = Little Ones

Not the besttttt...she generally finds children to be too emotional and she doesn't understand what they're feeling. Babies are scary to her, they're so...delicate...

She doesn't hate them or anything but she's not volunteering to babysit.

M = Morning

She is CRANKY when she gets up and you can't talk to her before her cup of coffee or she's going to bite your head off. When she gets to sleep in she's waaaaay more affectionate in bed, grabs onto Aiden so he won't leave :p

N = Night

Night owl, which is useful since Aiden has trouble sleeping. She'll keep him company until he can fall asleep, but usually she falls asleep on his shoulder or smth and Aiden has to take her to bed ^_^

O = Open

Not at all. Doesn't like revealing more about herself than necessary :> She only tells Aiden things if he asks her about it. They're both very closed off which is great combo 💀

P = Patience

She's more patient than Aiden, but that isn't saying much. She gets irritated very easily but she's a lot better at managing her emotions so she doesn't lose her temper very easily, even if she's constantly annoyed.

Q = Quizzes

She's not forgetful or anything about Aiden but it's also not something she thinks about a lot. Like if somebody asked her smth about him she'll just answer it without thinking and be surprised with herself lol.

R = Remember

She just likes spending time with him, they don't have to do anything grand or amazing for it to stay in her memory, her favourite moments are the little things. Aiden genuinely laughing/smiling, the look on his face right before he figures out a puzzle, the calluses on his fingertips when she holds his hand...she's actually very sappy :>

S = Security

She is overprotective because. She watched him die. And she's just like that. But she constantly feels like she's failing him since Aiden gets hurt so frequently. Protective in a more subtle way, like if she thinks he's going to spiral she locks his meds away and won't leave him alone for anything. She gets stressed out when he tries to protect her because he can go overboard :p

T = Try

She tries so hard you guys. All of this is VERY new and scary for her, so. Baby steps. Tries to do her part in the relationship; she likes the act of planning dates even if choosing what to do stresses her out, tries to surprise him because she knows he loves that a lot (she's not very good at it).

U = Ugly

Bad habits: Sometimes everything is a lot so she will just. Not communicate with him for a long time which freaks him out. (Like he doesn't do this too 🫠) Hard time talking about her feelings and sometimes relies on the gang to solve their misunderstanding. Sometimes doesn't know where to draw the line and can be too harsh on him.

V = Vanity

Only her hair. She's very careful with it. Otherwise she doesn't care at all.

W = Whole

She's kinda bonded to him for life cuz of all the trauma so yeah she wouldn't feel "whole" without Aiden, but she would handle it a lot better than he would.

X = Xtra

Talks to Taylor about her relationship problems; Tay thinks she just has bad taste 🤡

Y = Yuck

Really hates all of Aiden's bad habits (the self destructive stuff, his own apathy towards himself, how obsessive he is with her)

Z = ZZZ

When she becomes comfortable sleeping with somebody on the same bed, she'll let her hair loose, otherwise she's gonna keep the braids.

#sbg #school bus graveyard webtoon #school bus graveyard #sbg (webtoon)#ashlyn banner #aiden clark #aidlyn #aiden x ashlyn #ship alphabet

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mamawasatesttube · 1 year ago

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oh my god I need to tell you. so I. a while ago I did a whole bunch of research on touch starvation. and did you know babies literally die if they aren't touched and held. and did you know regular physical contact between a child and their caretakers is important for the child being able to self-regulate their emotions. and did you know that when someone hugs a child what happens is it syncs up their nervous systems. if the child is upset or scared their heart rate calms and they produce less stress hormones etc. and through that the child's body learns to do that on its own. so babies that die from lack of physical touch are literally dying of too much stress. and children who don't get enough touch can have problems like stunted growth, weak immune systems, low weight, and stunted mental and emotional development.

AND KON WAS GROWN IN A TUBE. HED NEVER EVER BEEN TOUCHED. AND THEN HE LIKE, ALMOST NEVER GOT TOUCHED IN A GOOD WAY

I mean granted, the scientists probably figured out a way to inject some kind of cocktail of hormones and chemicals to stimulate the physiological effects of touch so that kon developed properly but like. he never actually experienced it

Cadmus is like, we're gonna make a teenage clone in a test tube, this surely will not result in a kid so desperate for human connection that even terrible relationships will feel good to him

also I just think the first time kon got one of Martha or Jonathan's hugs he must have felt like he died and went to heaven. and at the same time felt really weird, like WHY DO I FEEL IT IN MY BONES WHY DO I WANT TO CRY

WAAAAHHHHH YEAH ABSOLUTELY YES YEAH DEFINITELY YES. touch-starved kon who doesn't even realize how desperate for human connection he is. this kills the man (me)

i just think if you put him in the middle of a group hug pile between ma, pa, and clark, he'd literally start bawling. he'd have no idea why and he'd be so embarrassed but he would just be so overwhelmed. because he has never had prolonged sustained physical affection in any healthy relationship before and he's only little and . AUGH!!!!!

incidentally the touch-starvation is part of why i think kon and bart are so so tactile especially with each other. "raised in a tube" and "raised in vr" both do not very much healthy human connection make. and bart's at least got his family around him but he still sees a kindred spirit in kon. so they will both simply snuggle even while bickering wildly about every topic under the sun just for bickering's sake. any and all friends are more than welcome to join the snugglepile; the toll is just that they have to put up with the konbart bickering game.

but god. god yeah. yeah it ruins me a little bit. he's just a little boy :( and he doesn't even know.

#answers #Anonymous #kon

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sheep33hallow · 22 days ago

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Creep(SuperBat)

Part 5 of Entrapment Series(Hera!BruceXZeus!Clark)

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Tags: long haired!Bruce, Childbirth, T-rating.

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When Clark came home, and saw the unknown infant lying with Bruce. He had questions.

“Who’s baby?” Clark inquired. When he left his home this morning, Bruce was not pregnant.

Bruce was sitting on the floor, clearly exhausted. The child was sleeping in between his spread legs, looking around four months.

“Mine.” Bruce answered with an exhale. He picked the child up, and sniffed it. “And only mine, before you go off, and kill someone.”

Clark walked closer, around the couch. Bruce looked disheveled as he glared at Clark. His long hair covering him, and even the babe.

“So, you had a child without me?” He joked. Trying to lighten the mood. He knelt down, but Bruce shifted away from Clark.

“So you had children without me?” Bruce throws back at him with venom in my voice.

Clark keeps his face neutral. It’s been centuries since he’s had a child outside of their union. Most of their children do not live with them anymore. The only ones remaining are Cassandra and Jon. “You had a child Bruce. So it is mine as well.” Like he would dare Bruce show this child off, and his name not be attached to it.

“It is not.” Bruce hisses.

Clark resists the temptation to sneer at his Queen. So he tightens his mouth. He’ll play along for now.

He smiles. “May I see it?”

Bruce looks unsure. “It is mine.” He tries, as if the child is a precious toy to be kept from sight.

Clark can see how exhausted Bruce is. He was only gone for six hours, but a lot has happened that he does not understand.

“It is yours.” He charms. “But you are mine.” He scoots closer into Bruce’s face as his Queen backs up like Clark is an apex predator ready to pounce. He flinches when Clark raises a hand, but softens when Clark cups his face.

Bruce looks at him with those dark doe eyes, and Clark finds himself really enamored with this version of his Queen. So feral, and less knowing.

A wide grin. “Show me what is yours.”

Bruce looks away, then pulls the baby out from behind his hair.

Clark notices that the child doesn’t have a scent of him on it. Only Bruce’s.

It really is only his Queen's.

Clark doesn’t know how to feel about it.

“What have you named it?” Clark asks. Looking inwardly at how he can deal with this.

“Terry.” Bruce smiles softly. He presses his nose into the child’s head, smelling it again.

“Terry.” Clark repeats dryly.

Should he kill it?

Bruce looks back up at Clark.

No longer smiling, Clark pushes Bruce’s hair out of his face. “What?” He kisses Bruce’s forehead.

“Will you kill him?” Bruce asks shyly.

Pausing his kiss, “I was thinking about it.” He answers, and kisses his forehead again. “Do you not want me to?” Clark rolls his eyes, thinking about how his brothers were laughing at him the other day, for how much he’s been slipping Bruce into his conversations lately. Calling him lovesick.

He’s older now.

He has grandkids now.

He’s only slept with a few people in the last few years, but since Bruce has stopped caring about his outings. They don’t hold the same veil of fun as they used to.

“I want to keep him.”

He can already imagine the jokes his brother, and even children will have about how Bruce had a child without him.

“Why?” He whines. He backs up to look at Bruce. His Queen is pouting at him.

He kisses him.

Soft pouty lips.

The baby starts to whine.

It probably doesn't like Clark this close to him. Jason and Damien were the same way when they were born.

But they were clearly his.

This child is an outlier in the bunch.

It needs to die.

“I’ve missed raising kids with you.” Bruce admits, and blushes.

Clark groans.

Bruce uses his hand not holding the baby, and pushes Clark back. Clark goes willingly, and sits back as Bruce straightens himself up. He notices some of his husband coming back into his eyes.

Less feral, more dominating.

“Clark.” He calls.

Clark groans again like a child. He gathers his knees up, and rests his cheek on his knees while looking at Bruce. “Yes, peacock?” He smiles.

Bruce huffs a chuckle at Clark’s farm boy charm. “I know you won’t kill him. He is ours.”

“He is yours.” His smile looked strained.

Bruce chuckles. “He is mine, and ours. For we are of a union. Have we not raised Jon?”

“We have.”

Bruce nods. “Then he is ours.” He holds out the baby for Clark. “Hold him.”

Clark listens to his Queen, and takes the child. Shifting his legs into a crossed legged position.

It does not cry in his arms.

Bruce stands up, and Clark sees the wet blood on his Queen. “I am going to the springs. If he gets hungry. Figure it out until I am back.” As he walks past Clark, who is still sitting on the floor, he scratches his scalp in affection, and recurls his hanging curl in the front of his King’s forehead.

Bruce looks down as Clark looks up.

“I love you.” Clark says.

Bruce smirks at him, and taps Clark’s nose. “I won’t be long.” And walks off down the hall.

Alone with the babe, Clark holds him.

Clark doesn’t like Terry.

Though, he knows he cannot kill a child that is born from Bruce. Too many titans would rain down on his home if Big Barda found out. Even his children would turn on him.

So the only thing he hopes is that Terry will be a carbon copy of Bruce in all of the ways, and that makes him smile.

Terry reaches up for Clark, and Clark kisses the babe’s fingers which makes the infant smile.

He can do this.

Bruce has done this for him.

Though, he will take the child to Oliver to be sure. For if this child has blood other than Bruce inside of it, the Underworld is the perfect place to choke the child within every inch of its small life.

#superbat #zeus #Hera #bat kids as greek counterparts #greek retelling #greek inspired #batman #superman #clark Kent #bruce wayne

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Mask of the heart - Chapter 11

Levi x fem!readerRoyalty, Demon Levi Ackerman, Protective Levi Ackerman, Possessive Levi Ackerman, Cuddly Levi Ackerman, Masks, Curvy Reader, mentions of blood and fighting

In this chapter: Jareth takes his life into his own hands at the risk of others. The last grand attack happens before Jareth can, but he has his own plans. Thankfully, Levi is prepared.

Warning: there are parts in this chapter that some people might find distressing.

Ao3

The end

The tension in the room was almost suffocating and everyone within it was too scared to say a word. Rage rolled off the Prince as he leaned on his desk with a bitter snarl, all his plans for the future were shattered. Nothing made him happy no matter what people or what they brought him. Jareth desired his bride, but he was never going to have you, so he had asked for war but his father had denied him. Now he was stewing in his frustration and anger with ideas burning inside him.

Mr Clarke parted his dry and cracked lips. “Your Highness.”

Just hearing two words spoken set Jareth off into a rampage. First, his desk was lifted and launched out of the window. Glass shattering filled the room and staff members raced to escape, only Mr Clarke and Milena remained to watch this disaster. Once everyone was out, the second thing he did was rip down his bookcases one after another. Chairs were slammed against walls causing them to break and crack.

For most, anger like this lasted for a short time, but for Jareth, his rage seemed to last for a long time. Screams emitted from him as he tore his office apart until there was nothing left for him to break. When he calmed down he panted and lifted a chair. He sat a moment with his head in his hands, his hair a curtain around him.

Mr Clarke approached him with caution. “Your Highness.”

His voice was haggard as he spoke. “I want him dead.”

“We will kill Count Ackerman.”

Jareth lifted his head. “No, no I want my father dead.” He tilted his head, his hair parted to show his eyes were bloodshot and pupils were wide. “He denies my war, so I will take his life, take the crown and lead the charge.”

Mr Clarke gulped hard. “K-Kill the k-king? Y-Your f-father?”

Milena hummed a laugh then started laughing hysterically. As she laughed Jareth walked closer to her and loomed. She wiped her tears and looked up at him with a similar insane look. “I think that’s a fantastic idea. Instead of waiting around, just take what you deserve. The crown is yours, King Jareth.”

Jareth grinned. “Finally, someone who has sense just like me.” He dragged his feet as he walked to the door. “Will you join me?”

“Yes. I’ve always wanted to kill a King.”

Mr Clarke was panicking but knew better than to stop the Prince. He was loyal to Jareth but couldn’t support him on his journey anymore. War was not an answer and too many innocent people were going to die because of him. He decided that it was time for him to part ways. First, he would let the two maniacs run off on their hunt and then he’d leave the palace and make it for the safe town that used to be your land.

Jareth felt giddy with pure excitement, he always liked breaking people but now he was getting the chance to kill and it excited him in such a deep and disturbing way. He threw the throne room doors open with a loud slam with a wide grin on his face. “Father.”

The King looked over at his son. “If you’re here to talk about a war again, it is still no. I’ve told you, grab that woman and her baby and drag them both here.”

Milena hummed a laugh. “He has a new idea, a better idea.”

Jareth walked over to the decorative swords on the wall and yanked one free before approaching his father. “You won’t give me what I want, so I will get what I want.”

The King flinched and gasped as the sword swiped across his chest and caused a massive gaping wound. With wide eyes, he watched as blood danced through the air before stumbling back as a coldness rushed through him. “Y-You.”

Jareth admired his blade now dripping with blood. “I am known for torture, so why not show my father just how good I am at it?” He whipped the sword and took his father’s left foot clean off. A twisted laugh erupted from him as he watched his father fall back up the stairs to his throne. “You’re more entertaining than all the people I have hurt put together!”

The King clutched at his chest. “You’re going to kill me!?”

Jareth chuckled. “Of course, I’m taking what is mine.” He pointed his blade at his father. “You did this to your father, so I’m doing it to you.”

The King smirked showing his teeth were coated in blood. “You’ll be the end to this family. It’ll all come crashing down. Our family is fucked!” He spat blood out with his words and began laughing. “Go ahead, take this broken country from me.”

Jareth raised his sword before plunging it through his chest. He used so much force that it pierced into the marble floor below. He locked eyes with his father. “I want to see the life leave your eyes.”

The King coughed up blood. “I hope…it brings…you…peace…”

Jareth tilted his head a little as he watched his father die. “Huh, the light really does fade.”

Milena walked over and stared at the King. “You’re right. It’s like he’s an empty meat shell.”

Jareth released the sword and hummed. “He always was one.” He reached down and grabbed the crown. “Finally, this country is all mine.” He placed the bloodied crown on his head. “We need to let my people know.” He dragged his feet as he walked to the door. He pushed them open to see the royal guards with their weapons ready. “I do hope you’re not going to use them on me.”

The guard eyed the blood on the Prince and then the crown on his head. “Is the King dead?”

“Yes, by my hand. He had gone mad.”

The guard stared for a while. “We will clean up the mess, Your Majesty.” He bowed. “Blessings upon the new King.”

Jareth smirked. “Thank you. Now, I have work to do.” With an air of confidence about him, he strolled down the hallway with Milena trailing behind. “I have so much power now.”

Milena giggled. “You do. You’re incredibly powerful now.” She waited for him to stop walking when he entered his father’s office. She ran her hands up his chest. “So impressive.”

He grabbed her neck and snarled. “What are you doing!?”

She purred in delight. “Forgive me, but power arouses me. I like your power.”

He clenched her neck hard. “We had a deal, Milena. You would provide magic and spells to help me get my bride back, in return I would not kill your precious Levi so you could have him back.”

She winced a little. “I know, but the power you hold and your beauty…” She moaned a bit. “Let me have a taste.”

“I warned you. Test me again and there will be consequences.”

She laughed. “I’m not scared.”

He pressed his thumb right on her neck and felt a little snap. “So fragile.” He smirked as her eyes widened and panic seeped in. “Panic and fear look good on you.” He released her causing her to crumple to the floor. He sat down and watched with an amused smirk as she clawed at her neck. “If you’re so strong like you claimed to be, then use your magic to heal yourself.”

Milena clawed a little at her neck causing blood to be drawn and skin to gather under her nails. As her mind caught up with her panic, she soon realised what she needed to do. She grasped her neck and healed up the breakage, but because she took so long to do it her voice was forever damaged to a rough horse whisper.

She pushed herself up and croaked. “You BASTARD.”

Jareth hummed a laugh. “That was rather amusing to watch. You panicked for too long, so now your voice is fucked.” He tilted his head. “I bet Levi would not want you now. Your neck is all messed up, your voice is terrible and you look like shit.”

She crawled closer. “You did this to me.”

“I warned you. Stay loyal to your lover.”

She laughed. “Says the man who fucked a woman who looked like his bride!”

Red. He only saw red because of her words. Before he fully registered his actions, he had stood up and kicked her in the face. “BITCH!”

She slammed onto her back and grunted. “You can beat me all you like, but it doesn’t change the truth.”

“The truth is it would be better to kill you than drag you around with me. I have my crown. I have my power. What is the point of you?”

She looked up at him and felt desperate. “I can use my magic to help you in your war. I cursed Levi. I can curse him again.”

He released a long sigh. “A curse to make him think he’s ugly?” He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, sure that’ll work, it worked so well last time.”

Milena began to shake. “I-I could cast something better!”

“Why didn’t you the first time?” He laughed. “You sound like those pathetic people in my torture room. You’re trying to come up with anything so your life will be spared.”

She clenched her fist tightly on the floor and knew she had to use her emergency spell. “I hope Levi cuts your head off.”

Jareth stormed towards her and held his sword high. “You fucking bitch!” He swiped and saw her disappear into a black shimmer. “What!?” He looked around the room, but it seemed she’d vanished. “NO!”

Milena free-fell for a moment before slamming against the earth. She cried and whimpered as she lay in an open field in the middle of the night. Even the gentle twinkle of the stars above gave her no comfort. After a small moment of recovery, she rolled onto her side and pushed her broken body up to her feet. She took in her surroundings and saw where her spell had taken her, Levi’s home.

Each breath she took in was haggard and painful, but she had a new mission now. As she got closer to the grand home she saw people moving in the shadows. Before she could get dangerously close, a sword was at her neck once again but this time it belonged to a knight of the Count’s. She looked over at the knight and she could tell they recognised her.

“Before you cut my neck open, I have something to tell the Count. I won’t live very long, so you have nothing to worry about.”

The knight snarled. “You think I would let you near our Count and Countess? After everything you’ve done to them!?”

“Something wrong?” Everyone gazed at you in your night dress with a lantern in hand. You shifted closer. “Do we have an intruder?”

Another knight stood in front of you to hide you from Milena. “Your Ladyship, Countess Ackerman, please retreat inside for your protection.”

You leaned around him and saw Milena. “Milena.” You walked around the knight. “She’s harmless, she’ll die any minute now from the looks of her.”

Milena winced. “I need to talk to you and Levi.”

“Bring her inside. I’ll wake my husband.” You walked ahead as the knights dragged Milena. You led them to a meeting lounge. “Keep her here. I’ll return in a moment.”

The knight bowed. “Yes, your ladyship.”

You slowly made your way upstairs to the bedroom and saw Levi smiling in his sleep because not long before Milena had arrived, he had been balls deep inside you. A heat spread over your cheeks as you thought about how much you had come and how much Levi had filled you. You sat on the bed at Levi’s side before gently rocking him awake.

Levi inhaled deeply and smiled more as he looked up at you. “Hello, love.”

“I need you.”

“I can go again, but I’ll be sleepy sex.”

You giggled at how sweet he was. “Not what I’m talking about. I need you to wake up, my love. Milena has come here, but before you are filled with rage I need to tell you she is on death’s door. She doesn’t have long to live, but she has something to tell us.”

Levi sat up slowly before ruffling his hair. “What happened to her?”

“I don’t know, but we can find out together.” You gasped as he slipped out of bed. “Make sure you’re covered up.”

He turned to face you so you could see he was fully naked. “Mm, I will.”

You giggled as he stumbled around and pulled his clothes on. “So sleepy.”

He walked over to you and kissed you. “I’m sleepy and you rode my cock so good.”

You covered your face with your hands and whined. “So embarrassing.”

He pulled you to your feet and hugged you close. “Let’s go, my darling bunny.” He walked with you through the home to Daisy’s room and checked on her. “Let’s take her.”

You scooped up your baby girl and held her gently. “I’ve got her. I think a lot of the talks will be for you.”

Levi hummed as he walked with you. “Maybe.”

You carried your girl to the lounge where Milena was. As soon as you entered you saw she was lying on the sofa, the darkness under her eyes was worse than before and a cold sweat was clinging to her skin. “Milena.”

She looked over at you. “There she is, the child I should have had.” She gulped hard. “A war is coming.”

Levi frowned. “Not possible. The King.”

“The King is dead.” She looked over at Levi. “I watched Jareth kill his father. When he killed him he realised there was no need for me and my magic because he had all the power. He will start a war to get your wife as his.” She tried to stop her eyes from closing. “You need to act now.”

Alora hurried into the room with her sword in hand. “I heard there was trouble!”

Milena’s eyes widened as she gazed at Alora. “Such…beauty…”

Levi sighed. “This is Milena, she was the one who had cursed me.”

Milena frowned. “Who are you.”

Alora tilted her head a little. “I am Alora Sigel. I am the lost princess of King Lovell.”

“So, you’re the one to save this world.”

“I am.”

“Jareth has killed his father and taken the crown. The time to act is now.” She gulped. “I had to tell you all before I died.” She looked over at Levi. “I did deeply love you in my own sick and twisted way. Did you ever care for me?”

Levi looked at you. “Bunny.”

You smiled at him. “It’s okay. Speak the truth. I’m confident because I have you now and a baby with you.”

Levi nodded and moved closer. “Milena, I once cared for you when we were first together before you changed. I enjoyed the time we spent together and the memories we shared. So, yes I did care for you. I cared for you a lot but those feelings disappeared when you…when you became controlling and abusive.”

“I…” She smiled and closed her eyes. “Understand. At least for a short time, someone cared for me.”

Alora crouched next to her and checked her pulse. The room was quiet as everyone watched. Alora released Milena’s wrist and rose to her feet. “She’s gone.”

You squeezed your daughter. “Take her body outside. I know her people like to return to the stars. Lay her on the grass.”

A knight lifted Milena’s body and carried her outside as everyone followed. As soon as he reached the grand front garden, he lay her lifeless body in the field and retreated. “May she be at peace.”

Levi wrapped his arm around you as the two of you watched Milena’s body become stardust. “Such a beautiful way of dying.”

You looked up as the dust floated up into the night sky. “You’re right. It’s almost graceful.” You released a long sigh. “The King is dead and Jareth has taken the throne. We need to tell Erwin.”

Levi hummed. “I’ll use the communication crystal. Get to our room, okay?”

You cuddled your daughter and nodded. “I’ll keep Daisy with me.” You hurried inside and made your way to the bedroom. You carefully lay your daughter in the bed you had there for her, in case she needed you both. “Oh, Daisy…what a mess…I hope the work Alora has done so far has worked.”

“It’ll work.” Levi moved closer to you. “I promise you, it’ll work.”

You rushed him. “Levi.” You wrapped your arms around him.

He squeezed you tightly. He softly said your name as you rocked together. “Alora and Erwin and beginning their attack now. They’re not waiting around, so you have nothing to worry about, okay?”

“I do worry. I worry about you, our daughter and our friends. I don’t want people to get hurt or die.”

Levi cupped your face and showered it with kisses. “I will make sure everyone we love and care for is safe.”

You hugged your husband. “I trust you with all my love, mind and soul.” You released him. “Will you be going?”

He shook his head. “I am the strongest this country has to offer, second is Alora and Mike. I am remaining here with a few knights to make sure you are safe. While the rebellion is led by Alora with Erwin’s aid there is a high chance Jareth will have a small team come here to get you, or possibly he will come here.” He pulled you to bed. “I have to be here for the two most precious things in my life.”

You lay down and hummed. “Please don’t do anything risky, okay?”

“I won’t.” He sat next to you and played with your hair. “Rest. I’ll be right here to keep an eye on you and Daisy.”

“Don’t you need to rest?”

He smiled sweetly. “I will, but I have to make sure you’re safe.”

You yawned a little. “Mm…sweet husband.”

Alora gripped her sword tightly as she gazed out at the battlefield. A mixture of nerves and pride filled her. She was nervous to be leading the charge with King Erwin, but she was also proud that she stood up for herself and was now claiming what was hers. She had made her peace with her mother and was granted her blessing to fight. With the King dead, her mother was no longer afraid.

Since starting the rebellion a few weeks ago, Alora was shocked at how people rushed to her side. A natural leader is what she was called, but she believed it was something in her blood that made people see her as a leader. She hated her father’s blood inside her, but it helped her become this strong leader that would allow her to save her people.

Erwin stood at her side. “It’s just like all the other battles you have fought before, except this time it is a monster of a man instead of monsters.” He gazed at her. “Are you going to be okay? It is your brother.”

“I have no emotional connection to him.” She smiled. “I’ve never met him, nor have I communicated with him. We’re strangers. Killing him won’t hurt me.”

“Good. If there were a struggle, I would offer to end him.”

Alora hummed a laugh. “I think Levi would prefer to do it.” She looked ahead as the battle came to an end. “I think it’s time to make the final push inside the palace.”

Erwin climbed onto his horse. “Lead the charge, Queen Alora Sigel.”

She smiled with pride before climbing onto her horse. “Time to end this.”

The drumming of hooves soon joined the war cries of all the knights and soldiers ready to end this. Citizens from the country also helped lead the charge with the pain of their suffering pushing them to regain their freedom and happiness. The air rushing by Alora’s face and shifting her short hair was not a nice smell, it was full of blood and mud but it smelt like freedom. She inhaled deeply, raised her blade high and cried out causing a roar of cries from those charging with her. For those looking out from the palace, it appeared like an army of ants, you could not see the earth below the feet of those charging ahead.

Erwin pointed his sword. “Open the gates or we will break them down!”

Alora held her head high. “Open the gates for your Queen Alora! The lost daughter of King Lovell!”

A man looked over the wall. “Shit, she looks…get the gate open!”

With a loud rumble, the gates slowly dragged open as dirt fell from them to reveal the palace that looked pristine, almost too clean and tidy for a place that could be facing a charge. Erwin and Alora raced ahead before leaping off their horsing and racing inside the palace. The two of them hurried to the throne room but found no one. As the palace became filled with excited knights and soldiers, a dread washed over Alora and Erwin.

Erwin looked down at Alora. “He’s gone across the border. He’s gone after the Ackermans.”

Alora clenched her jaw. “Let’s hope we left enough people there.”

“Levi is the strongest demon I know. He’ll keep his wife and daughter safe.”

“I want to be there.”

Erwin hummed. “We can use a portal, but it does take a lot out of you. So, be prepared for feeling sick.”

Alora held her head high. “I need to go. I have to protect the sweet Countess.”

Erwin took a portal ball out of his pouch on his horse before throwing it ahead. The ball exploded and caused a circle of light to appear and a shimmer of Levi’s home appeared. “Move!”

The two of them raced forward and through the portal. As soon as they reached the other side they could see a fight was happening. However, it wasn’t something to worry about. Levi’s knights were clearly winning. With eyes straining they could see the front doors had been breached, which meant either people had run out or someone had broken in.

Erwin looked up at the home. “Shit, the balcony doors to their room.”

Alora gazed over. “Is Jareth?”

“Likely. We need to hurry.” He looked around and saw Levi was fighting someone with his wings standing proud. “We need to let him know.”

Both watched Levi ripped apart a knight with his blades before pausing. He looked over at his home and heard your desperate screams for him. He shouted your name and flew towards the home. Alora and Erwin raced on their horses towards the home. It was clear by the screams that Jareth was inside the home. Panic washed over everyone. Surely there was something put in place to keep you and the baby safe, so Jareth must have forced his way in causing further danger.

Before all of this madness had started, it had been a rather sweet morning for you and Levi. The two of you had made love all morning before spending breakfast feeding each other and sharing loving moments. After eating you had taken Daisy outside with the wolves and bunnies. Levi and you had marvelled at your daughter as he started crawling with the wolves and bunnies guiding her.

Eventually, Daisy sat on your lap wiggling a toy of hers as the alpha lay next to her just gazing at her. Levi sat behind you with his lips on your neck. He smiled against your skin when he noticed Daisy was staring at him. He pulled a face at her making her laugh hard. He kept pulling faces at her so she would keep laughing. He reached over and tickled her cheek.

A horn being blown echoed across the land causing Levi to shoot to his feet. He snarled a little as he looked out. “Darling bunny? Head inside with Daisy.” He whistled at the wolves. “Patrol the area.”

You hugged Daisy close and ran inside to see Anne. “Anne, we have to hide.”

Anne nodded and hurried with you upstairs. “We’ll activate the protective barriers in your room.”

You sprinted to your room and sat on the bed with your daughter as Anne started the spells. “Thank you.” You gently kissed the top of Daisy’s head. “We knew he’d come for us.”

Anne sat with you. “It seems that Jareth’s life was meant to be taken by the Count and not the Queen.”

“I just know that makes Levi happy.” You glanced over to the balcony doors. “I can hear them fighting already.”

Daisy wiggled in your arms as if something was making her unhappy or on edge. “Mm.”

You looked down at her. “Daisy? What’s wrong?”

Anne gasped. “She never does this. I’ve never known her to cry like this.”

You bounced her. “Maybe she misses Levi. She likes the three of us together.” You looked out of the closed balcony doors and felt your heart stop when you saw a hand grab the balcony railing. “What…” Your eyes widened when you saw the familiar silvery white hair you’d come to fear. “Oh no.”

Anne hurried to your side and saw Jareth climbing over the balcony with blood spattered on his clothes. “The spells should keep him out. Just stay away from the doors.”

You hurried to the other side of the bed and hugged Daisy as she cried. “It’s okay, baby, it’s okay. We’ll keep you safe.”

Anne yelped as Jareth slammed himself against the glass doors over and over. “Your Ladyship.”

“It’ll be okay. We’ll be safe.”

Anne sat with you and jumped every time Jareth slammed his body against the doors. “Just leave us!”

You made a little bed for Daisy and sat her in it. “Be a good girl and stay there for mummy, okay?”

Daisy hiccupped a moment. “Ma.”

You wiped her tears. “You are so precious and perfect, my little flower. Everything is going to be okay.” You kissed her forehead. “I love you.”

She smiled at you and wiggled her arms. “Eh! Agoo!”

You giggled. “That’s right.”

The glass smashed and Anne dropped to the floor. Panic set in when you saw some glass was in Anne and blood was seeping from her. Thankfully, she was breathing and fainted out of shock. You reached over for her as she gazed at you in a sleepy state. The two of you lightly held hands and shared a knowing look. Anne knew you would keep her safe and Anne was reassuring you she was okay.

“Finally.” Jareth shoved the doors open and smiled at you as blood dripped from his hands. “I’m in.” He smiled at you. “Hello, doll.” He walked around the bed to the side you were on. “Look at you, so beautiful.” He glanced down at Daisy sitting up in her bed of blankets. “She’s so beautiful. Let me hold her.”

You screamed as he grabbed Daisy before you could. “Let her go!”

He kicked you hard sending you to the floor. “Stay down! I’m holding our baby.” He lifted Daisy as she started crying hard. “Oh, don’t cry little one. I’m your daddy!”

You lifted your body and ignored the pain. “Put her down, please.”

He frowned. “Why won’t she stop crying?” He moved Daisy around and looked her all over. “She needs to stop. I don’t like this!”

You shot up to your feet and grabbed Daisy because you knew he was going to shake her or do something to hurt her. “Stop!” You turned your back to his and hugged her. “She’s just a baby!”

Jareth snarled at you. “Give her back!”

You ran for the door. “No!”

He grabbed your hair and yanked your head back hard as he screamed your name. “Do as I say!”

“Let go!” You tugged your head causing hair to be pulled out. You stumbled and shoved the doors open and ran down the hall. “LEVI!” You looked back to see Jareth was sprinting after you. “LEVI!”

Jareth shouted your name. “Come here!”

You saw Harold ahead and knew he was your only hope. You handed him, Daisy. “Take her and run, please.”

Harold nodded and ran with Daisy as you turned to face Jareth. “I’ll keep her safe.”

You glanced over at Daisy. “Thank you.” You grabbed a vase tightly and smashed it against Jareth’s head as soon as he rushed you. “Fuck you!”

He snarled and dove at you. The two of you fell back and hit the wooden floor together above the stairs. “You do as I say! You’re my bride!”

You clawed and slapped him as much as possible. “I am not yours!”

He grabbed your neck and squeezed hard. “You need to obey me!”

You pressed your thumb into his eye. “GET…OFF…ME!”

He pulled his head back and cried out. “Damn it!” He released your neck before pinning your arms above your head. “Do as I command! Everyone else does!”

You kneed him right in the crotch. “Eat shit!” You kicked him over and over allowing you to get him off you. You kicked him hard down the stairs and watched him fall. “Break your damn neck!”

He grabbed your ankle and pulled you with him. “You!”

You cried out and screamed as you rolled down the stairs with Jareth. You yelped when you hit the tiled floor at the bottom. Everything hurt, but you were sure it was just bruises. You winced a bit. “LEVI!”

Jareth crawled towards you. “You. Are. MINE.”

The front doors slammed open with a blast of air. Black shadows curled and crawled inside the front entrance. To most, they would be afraid, but to you, it was comforting because you knew this power was Levi’s. He came flying inside with his wings spread wide, horns standing proud and scales over his pretty face. The moment Levi saw you bloodied and bruised it enraged him.

A little squeak escaped you when shadows lovingly wrapped around you before moving you somewhere safe. You hugged the shadows and gave them sweet kisses knowing very well Levi could feel it. You closed your eyes as you heard muffled screams and shouts. You lifted your head when you heard Alora arguing with Erwin and Levi a little, so you were assuming Levi wanted to kill Jareth but Alora wanted to be the person to do it.

The shadows parted and Levi appeared in the light. Your eyes sparkled as you gazed at him. “Levi.”

Levi wrapped his arms around you. “Hello, bunny.”

You clung to him. “Is he dead?”

“Yes.”

“Did you kill him?”

Levi nodded. “Yes.”

“Is Alora mad at you?”

Levi kissed you. “A bit.” He checked you over. “Thank you for kissing my shadows, it made me happy.” He lifted you and hugged you. “You’re badly hurt. We need to get you somewhere to heal.”

You looked around. “Alora! Anne is upstairs in my room hurt. Please help her!”

Alora bowed her head. “I’ll go to her.”

You welled up. “Erwin, please find Harold. I gave him Daisy to hide with. Please find them.”

Erwin placed his hand on his heart. “I’ll find them.”

Levi carried you to a cosy lounge that you used a lot as a family. He sat you down on a bed of blankets and looked you over. “You’re badly hurt. He did this to you?”

You nodded. “Yes, but I had to protect Daisy.”

He snarled. “I wish I could kill him all over again.”

“Thank you for hiding me when you did.”

“I didn’t want you to see me kill someone.” He leaned closer and kissed you. “Let’s get you healed up, okay?” He flicked his wrist making his shadows appear with medical things. “Let’s take this slow.”

You looked up and smiled when Erwin walked in with Daisy. “Erwin.”

Erwin smiled. “She’s okay. Lots of tears, apparently. She’s very tired now.” He sat down and held her. “But she’s okay.”

Daisy looked at you with her tired eyes. “Ma, ma, ma.”

You caressed her cheek. “Hello, little flower. I love you.”

Levi leaned down and kissed her cheek. “I love you. I’m so glad you’re okay.” Levi smiled at you. “You protected her well.”

“I’m a strong momma.”

Erwin chuckled. “You are.”

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We're All In This Together- Chapter 1

Fandom: Supergirl, Batman, Superman, The Flash

Characters: Kara Danvers, Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Barry Allen, Barbara Gordon, Leonard Snart, Mxyzptlk, John Stewart, Lois Lane, Jimmy Olsen

Summary: Kara, Clark, and Barry are taken off guard by a request by the imp Mxyzptlk: watch over and protect the children of their alternate selves from a different Earth. Will our heroes rise to the occasion?

Mxyzptlk looked through his list and sighed. He recently got released from prison in the fifth dimension. Part of his release program was to atone for all the victims of his petty crimes across every dimension he has ever visited. Originally prosecution was appalled at such weak terms of conditions until they listed out all the dimensions he has ever been to. Unfortunately, he has popped in and out of hundreds of thousands of different realities. He will more than likely die before he makes all of his restitutions. Unfortunately, the person that he pissed off the most in multiple dimensions was different variations of Superman.

Mxy scrunched his face at the thought.

“The Superman in any reality is such a bore.”

He shook his head and looked for anyone else he could start with. He looked up thoughtfully at the first name that wasn’t Superman, his cousin Supergirl.

“Ah, let’s start with her. She is nicer than her stuffy old cousin. Maybe old isn’t the right word since Supergirl is technically older than Superman.”

He looked up the details of this Supergirl. Seems she is from Earth 103. He remembers the Supergirl from this reality being pleasant, but Superman though was a different story. He was very intense which was why Mxy left so quickly the last time he was there. In most realities, Superman was known for not killing, but the one from Earth 103 just made Mxy shudder thinking about him. He hadn’t killed anyone yet the last time Mxy was there, but there was something about his eyes that made Mxy wonder if that would ever change at all. Mxy shook his head and said, “Maybe, Supergirl can put in a good word for me before I approach that Superman. If I recall, he wasn’t as nice as his other counterparts. Hopefully, I can kill two birds with one stone.”

Mxy snapped his fingers and was instantly transported to Earth 103. He quickly frowned once he got there. Normally, when he instantly transports, it would take him to the person of his desire. In this case, it should have transported him to Supergirl. However, he was now in an enclosed dark room. Mxy felt instant dread. Normally when this happens, it means that it isn’t safe to be around his target and transports him close by but in a safe location. The magic fail-safe has saved many imps from being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Mxy used magic to adjust his eyesight to see in the dark. He realized that he was in a panic room that was about the size of a small closet. There was a computer monitor on the right wall, but it was turned off. There was a chair, a table, and four other occupants. There was a woman in her late 20s kneeling on the floor. On the table, were three babies in car seats. If he had to take a guess, they looked like newborns. The babies were fast asleep. Mxy looked back at the women. He didn’t want to spook her, but he needed information about what was going on. He decided to do a mind meld. Usually, he hated doing these because the mind meld exposed each other’s minds to the participants involved, but considering that this lady is hiding in a safe room in the dark, he knows that making sounds or bright lights is not an option. He pushed his mind towards her. He was surprised to find a door. He was almost impressed. Humans weren’t known for having the ability to protect their minds from telepaths. However, that let him know that she needed to do this constantly. Instead of trying to ram his way in he knocked and waited. After waiting a couple of minutes, wondering if he could just tap her physically without screaming, he felt her presence behind the door. He could sense terror and shame, but there was a startling little bit of hope among the dark emotions.

He pressed his hand on the door and said, “My name is Mxyzptik, but I mostly go by Mxy. I am trying to help pay back Supergirl as part of my release program. I used magic to take me where she is, but it brought me to you instead. I don’t know if you know why that is.”

He felt the space in her mind shake with immense sadness seeping through the door. It nearly overwhelmed him. After a moment, it suddenly stopped and the door cracked open a little. A woman’s head popped out a little and Mxy instantly recognized her, Lois Lane. She looked at him strangely and said, “Supergirl talked about you a lot. You kept transporting her to different places randomly leaving her stranded.”

Mxy rubbed the back of his head and said, “It wasn’t one of my more finer moments. That is why I would like to make it up to her.”

Lois’ face filled with so much sorrow which took him aback. She opened the door and motioned him inside. Once he entered, he realized he was in a white room where there was a display that appeared to the right.

“What is that for?” asked Mxy curiously.

Lois sniffed while wiping tears streaming down her face.

She looked back up at Mxy and said, “I can’t verbally recount what happened, but I can show you.”

The screen instantly flickered on and showed a rapid flash of images. It started with Superman changing from his traditional costume to one that was all back, to Superman killing off the Justice League one by one, and lastly to Supergirl and her wife being eviscerated by Superman’s heat vision. When the images ended, Mxy had to fight the bile that was threatening to come out of his stomach.

Lois said softly, “When he killed Supergirl, I had my child with me along with Supergirl’s newborn and the Flash’s newborn. I fled with them. This room we are in is supposed to be encased in lead, soundproof, and littered on the outside with Kryptonite, but I don’t know if that will hold us that long.”

Mxy looked at her with much sorrow. Technically, he didn’t have to do anything. He can’t help Supergirl who is already dead and helping Superman was out of the question since he turned into a homicidal maniac. However, he wanted to do something.

He looked at her determined and said, “I know that he took out the Justice League, but I recall you having some powerful villains. Maybe, if they got together, they could…”

Lois shook her head and said, “That is what caused all of this in the first place.”

He looked at her baffled as Lois pointed him towards the screen again. When he looked to the screen, it showed Lex escaping from Arkham. He shot Clark with a Kryptonite bullet which caused him to go down for a couple of minutes. As Lex made his escape in his getaway car, he ran a school bus off the road into a lake. Superman heard the screams and hurried to get the Kryptonite bullet out of his chest so he could save the kids. However, by the time he did, it was too late. The kids had all drowned. When Superman brought out the school bus from the lake, you could see his face change from subdued to absolutely terrified when he realized that he recognized all of these students. One student in particular, his son Conner. Lois and Clark’s son was only 10 when this happened and hadn’t come into his powers yet. He cried over his son’s cold and lifeless body. His eyes then started going red and then he was off into the sky.

The images on the display show Lois trying to reach out to Superman, but he pushed her away. Instead, he instantly went to kill Luthor and then every other criminal on the planet. Anybody that opposed him like the League or government agencies was wiped out.

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