#spike from dp

[starry-bi-sky]

i have been unmedicated for the entirety of spring break and thus have had little interest in writing this down, but i have been thinking about this for the entire week (as well as a dpdc clone danny au that resulted in it becoming its entirely separate batman au that includes a teenage vigilante bruce wayne, an ocarina, and me entirely incapable of making a batman au without making bruce dirt poor but we're not talking about that) and so i've finally went 'fuck it' and forcibly grabbed my laptop. I will get this done in one sitting even if it kills me.

BUT. This is about neither clone^2 danny nor about who i am calling Ocarina Batman. This is about my Danyal Al Ghul Au and more SPECIFICALLY it's me thinking about his relationship with Sam and Tucker specifically.

Tucker and Sam? Adore this asshole (affectionate) with every fiber of their being. And it is very much a reciprocated feeling, but Danny's thoughts will not be delved into much other than he would kill for them.

Tucker? The only person currently capable of getting a deep, loud, belly laugh out of Danny. Sam can get him to smile and to laugh, but it's the kind that's a chuckle-under-the-breath. The quiet, looks-down-while-huffing laughter. Snorts once with laughter and then grins stupidly.

But Tucker? Tucker can crack a slew of stupid jokes and Danny will be incapacitated for the next five minutes because he's laughing so hard that he can't breath. He lands one well-timed pun or quip and Danny will be close to tears. His laughter is their favorite sound in the whole world.

Sam is lowkey jealous of this ability, and she's gotten a belly laugh out of Danny a few times. But alas, it is Tucker who wields this power and has gotten it the most times out of the two of them.

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They're also both physically affectionate with Danny as much as possible. It started roughly around when they were 12-ish, a year since they befriended Danny, and they noticed that he sought after touch but never seemed to initiate (and was in some ways repulsed by it). They started slowly being more touchy with him. Hooking a finger around his to lead him somewhere, tapping his wrist, looping arms. Little touches, grabs, etc, to get him used to it, and once he started doing it back they started increasing it.

It's gotten to a point where he will now just. Lay on them. Like a lizard sunbathing on a rock. Leaning on their backs when they're sitting in class before the bell rings, his chin on their heads. He'll talk about anything with his arms looped around their shoulders.

If they're sitting on a couch at either of their houses, he'll lay his legs on theirs. Him and Tucker will press their feet against the other's and try and push against them (newsflash: Danny always wins, Tucker claims its the ghost strength but Danny's been winning since before his accident)

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Naturally, both Sam and Tucker know where Danny keeps his weapons on his person, and are allowed to grab them off of him if they need it. His only requirement is that they don't lose his weapons if they take it and forget to return it immediately.

They both understand how big of a thing this is from Danny, and so they do their best to treat his weapons with a lot of respect and care because they know its his way of saying he trusts them.

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Sam and Tucker are so fond of Danny it's insane. Like fr. That's their goddamn best friend, and they are so protective of him. Emotionally, physically, you name it. They will tear the head off a grown man if they need to, Danny's had scars since he arrived in Amity Park and Sam and Tucker both are going to find the person who put them there and make them pay for it.

One time, Tucker overheard a bunch of upperclass girls speaking nastily about Danny and about the rumors surrounding him, calling him names like 'freak', 'monster', etc. Danny was with him and heard it, and seemingly appeared unbothered by it, even telling Tucker that he was used to such rumors.

Tucker was so furious that hacked into the school system later that night and tanked those girls grades. They were kicked out of their clubs and had to go to mandatory tutoring for the rest of the year. He made sure to leave some way of letting them know it was him who did it.

And Sam doesn't like using her money for things, doesn't like abusing that wealth. So instead, whenever her parents talk bad about Danny, she causes a media incident that has her parents scrambling to deal with. She does something wild, outrageous by her parents' standards.

She heard some boys on the basketball team making fun of Danny once, similar to those girls had. She kicks up a fuss about something eco-unfriendly at school and forcibly holds a protest on the same day of the big home basketball game, forcing them to cancel the event and reschedule to a visiting school.

She anonymously donates money so that there's new uniforms for the team but oops! Looks like she "forgot" to donate enough money for them to get uniforms for all the team members, and strangely enough those boys in particular didn't get them! Looks like they'll have to wait until more money gets donated for the basketball team to get their new, nice uniforms. The old ones look so ratty in comparison, right?

And since the football team gets most of the sport money, that might just take awhile. And if (and when) they kick up a fuss? oops! Off the basketball team you go, :) such unsportsman-like behavior is unfit for the team.

(The only good thing about how corrupt the school system is is that she can use it to her advantage too.)

The both of them know that Danny suspects them for the sudden misfortune falling on these people, but he doesn't call them out on it. He's kinder than he used to be, but not kind enough to vouch for people who speak badly of him. Sometimes, he might just congratulate them on not getting caught.

Because Danny is their wonderful, hurt friend with a "slightly" Blue and Orange Moral code, and enough scars that people have been calling him a criminal (and worse) since he arrived in Amity Park when he was ten. And they'll be damned if he gets hurt anymore.

[yourlocalsurrealism]

DP X DC PROMT: Happiness? In this Economy?

Dick convinces Jason to go with him to a party because he apparently "needs to socialize". At this party is also Danny, who is majoring in astrophysics at Gotham University. They run into each other, hit it off, and end up hooking up.

Danny has class in the morning, so he leaves before Jason wakes up, hurrying to get his day started and completely unaware of the fact that some of the ectoplasm he produces has seeped into Jason. (Neither of them tell each other their names, or maybe they're too hungover to remember? Idk, but they don't know each others names. It was also too dark for Jason to see Danny's face.)

Jason wakes up, wondering how the hell the cute guy from last night managed to leave without waking him up. He also feels happier than he has in a while, which he attributes to the fact that he actually had fun last night instead of scowling in the corner.

But the happiness, the calm, it just... Doesn't leave? For some reason?

At first, Jason is willing to accept that maybe the univers is just giving him a day off from the Pit Rage, God knows he's earned it, but when the end of the week is drawing closer and he's still no closer to figuring out why he's so goddamn pleasant all of a sudden, he starts to freak out.

He tracks this unnatural calm back to the party, and at first, he thinks someone spiked his drink. But the only people who were close enough to do that would be Dick, who would never do that, and his unknown, unnamed hookup.

Now, Jason isn't a very paranoid person, but he was raised during his early teens by the goddamn Batman, king of paranoia, so he immediately draws the following connections:

1. His unnamed hookup was able to roofie him without him noticing, bat training and all.

2. That drug, whatever it was, was strong enough to subdue the Pit Rage, and, seeing as it hasn't returned, that could be indefinite.

3. The only person who has ever been able to remotely control the Lazarus Pits is Ra's Al Ghul, and he still ended up a murderous sociopath, so obviously he doesn't have a good handle on it.

4. This random dude that he met at a goddamn college party may be the most powerful sorcerer in the world.

5. He need sto find this guy before she raises an undead army.

Thus, Jason finds himself in the awkward situation of explaining to his father that he may or may not have hooked up with a being more powerful than a man who runs an assassin cult and calls himself a demon.

The bats immediately begin searching Gotham for this guy, pulling out all the stops to stop this guy before they gain a new supervillain.

Meanwhile, Danny is peacefully going about his life.

Then, he runs into his one night stand and they start dating. Everything is going great for him! Moving to Gotham City was the best thing he's ever done!

Now Jason is even more panicked, because he just met this really cute guy, and now they're dating, but it's a horrible time because he's still trying to find this Eldritch creature.

Bonus ( to add to the misunderstandings):

Say Danny's trans. It's about now, a few months later, that morning sickness makes itself evident.

[novelistwriter]

Phantom Academy

DP x DC Prompt

A mysterious island housing an academy had mysteriously popped up in the bay that separates Gotham and Metropolis. There was nothing that showed how it came to be, no strange energy spikes, no noises in the night, no light show in the night either, and when the the Watchtower showed the satellite view from above, it wasn't there one second, but there the next.

The next day from after it arrived, ads for the building, Phantom Academy, began to pop up across both cities and across the television on commercials for further away cities.

It didn't take long for people to start sending their kids to the Academy, as it's a mostly free admission, and if you aren't close enough to send your kid(s) there? The Academy provides transportation for the kid(s) that get to the Academy on time, with tech that's much more advanced than the Justice League and the Bats tech as well.

From what the League could acquire about the Academy's staff, they are people that haven't existed before the day the Academy arrived in between Gotham and Metropolis.

The Principal of the Academy, Daniel Nightingale, who runs both the Academy and two classes, Chemistry and Engineering. Jasmine Nightingale, the vice principal, and the councilor for students to consult in with problems they have of any kind. Tucker Foley, the teacher for Computer Science, and the one who supposedly runs the cyber security for the Academy. Samantha Manson, the Gardening teacher, and a Meta with plant powers who isn't afraid to hide her powers. Paulina Sanchez, the coach for the cheerleaders of the Academy who is aided by Star Anderson. Dash Baxter, Gym Teacher, and coach for the football team, the Specters. Wesley Weston, another gym teacher, and coach to the Academy's basketball team. Valerie Grey, the self-defense instructor for the Academy and the one in charge of the security for the Academy. The Justice League couldn't get any information on the rest of the staff for the Academy (because of the fact that the rest of the staff are Ghosts and are in the process of getting identification for them).

Ember is the music teacher, Lunch Lady is the Foods teacher, and, obviously, the Lunch Lady, Clockwork is the History and English teacher, Pandora helps Valerie for the self-defense classes, Undergrowth helps Sam in her gardening classes, Nocturne runs naptime for any little kids attending the academy, Frostbite is the on site doctor for the Academy, Technus helps Tucker for both Computer Science and the cyber security, Boxy manages the boxes in the storage areas for the Academy, Skulker helps Valerie with security, Walker is the detention teacher, Ghost Writer is the librarian, and Fright Knight is the hall monitor.

The Justice League needs to find out what the intentions of the Academy staff are because Batman is too paranoid to accept that they are clean and not planning anything nefarious. So they plan to send Young Justice, the Teen Titans, and other younger League members to investigate the Academy as students of the Academy.

[sunarryn]

DP X Marvel #25

Danny Fenton hadn’t meant to punch Captain America in the face. In fact, he’d spent the better part of the week trying not to punch anyone, despite the rapidly growing laundry list of reasons to lose his cool—like not sleeping for seventy-two hours because Technus decided to merge his data with every Bluetooth speaker in the tri-state area, or the GIW tracking his every move again, or that weird, suspicious portal energy he kept picking up from somewhere labeled Stark Tower. Danny was running on fumes, ghostly adrenaline, and one too many Red Bulls when it happened. Really, the stars aligned perfectly for an international incident.

He’d only been in New York for six hours, trying to find the source of the energy spike without alerting every superhero on the block—because the last thing he needed was to get into it with the Avengers. Again. The last time had involved Hulk trying to punch a ghost and failing miserably, Thor throwing Mjölnir into the Ghost Zone, and Iron Man demanding to know if ectoplasm was FDA approved. It was a whole thing.

Danny was crouched on the rooftop of some high-rise, scanning with a modified Fenton Specter-Tracker, eyes bloodshot and twitching slightly. He hadn’t slept since Monday. It was Thursday.

“Hey, kid,” came a voice behind him, calm but firm.

Danny spun like a feral cat, eyes glowing, hair frizzed out with ghost static. He registered the silhouette of a man—tall, broad-shouldered, carrying a star-shaped shield—and his brain went danger. Ghost hunter? No. GIW agent? No. Super-soldier-hydra-time-travel-experiment?

He didn’t even process it. He just swung.

There was a crack like a thunderclap, followed by the very human sound of pain—a grunt that broke mid-voice like it had surprised the man himself. Captain Steve Rogers staggered back, hand pressed to his jaw, blinking stars out of his vision and trying to comprehend the fact that someone had just hit him hard enough to make him feel it. Not just feel it—wince. His serum-enhanced, war-hardened, literally-punched-by-Thor-once jaw hurt.

Danny stood frozen, fist still outstretched, pupils blown wide in horror.

“Oh my God. Oh my God. I just punched Captain America. I just decked the star-spangled man with a plan. I am so sorry—I thought you were a ghost! Or like—a time-traveling war criminal! Wait, that’s redundant—”

“Okay, wow,” Steve mumbled, touching his jaw again. “That’s definitely gonna bruise.”

Danny looked like he was about to combust. “Why were you behind me like that?! Who just materializes out of nowhere and says ‘hey, kid’ in the middle of a rooftop stakeout?! I thought I was being ambushed!”

Steve blinked. “I was asking for directions.”

Danny gasped. “You were WHAT?”

Steve looked sheepish. “Tony dropped me off on the wrong building. Said, and I quote, ‘GPS is for cowards.’ I’ve been circling the same three blocks for twenty minutes.”

Danny stared. “Captain America got lost and asked a sleep-deprived half-ghost teenager for directions?”

“I didn’t know you were a sleep-deprived half-ghost teenager,” Steve said defensively. “You looked… competent. Specter-tracker aside.”

Danny made a strangled noise and sat down hard, face buried in his hands. “I’m going to be assassinated by your PR team.”

Steve rubbed his jaw again. “You’re stronger than you look.”

“That is not the point here!”

“No, seriously,” Steve insisted, kneeling down. “That punch? I’ve taken hits from Thanos. You rattled me.”

Danny peeked through his fingers. “Are you flirting with me?”

“What? No!”

“You’re complimenting my punch like it’s a pickup line.”

“I’m—okay, no. You’re a kid.”

“I’m nineteen!”

Steve squinted. “You look like you’ve been through five timelines and one midlife crisis.”

“I have!” Danny wailed. “Do you know what it’s like to babysit the entire ghost population of the afterlife and then accidentally elbow Thor in the ribs during a training session because you forgot he was behind you?! I’m a walking international crisis!”

Steve paused. “Wait. You trained with Thor?”

“Long story. I died once, came back, now I punch ghosts for fun and may or may not be legally considered a WMD by six governments.”

Steve took a long breath. “Do all teenagers do this now? Or is this just a… you thing?”

Danny groaned. “Just me. I’m special.”

Steve lowered his shield and sat cross-legged like they were about to have a heart-to-heart. “You okay, kid?”

“No! I haven’t slept in three days, my enemies keep possessing animatronics to scare me, and I just committed accidental patriotic assault!”

Steve tried not to smile. He really did. “You got a name?”

Danny sighed. “Danny. Danny Fenton. Or Phantom. Depends on how you know me.”

Steve looked intrigued. “You’re the ghost kid.”

Danny flinched. “I prefer ghost young adult, thank you.”

“You’re the one Nick Fury won’t shut up about.”

Danny’s eyes widened. “He talks about me?”

“Nonstop. Every meeting. ‘The ghost kid leveled a tank with his pinky finger!’ ‘The ghost kid opened a portal to another dimension with a yawn!’” Steve did a passable impression of Fury’s gruff voice. “‘You think your team’s strong? Try containing a seventeen-year-old who talks to the dead like it’s a podcast!’”

Danny laughed, a bit unhinged, definitely sleep-deprived. “I did do the tank thing. That was an accident.”

“Fury thinks you’re the future.”

“That’s horrifying.”

“You’re not wrong.”

Danny looked at him warily. “Are you gonna try to recruit me?”

Steve considered. “Honestly? Not until you’ve slept. You look like you’d punch Thor if he asked you for coffee.”

“I have, and I did, and he was proud of me.”

“…Of course he was.”

There was a moment of silence, just the city humming beneath them, both of them sitting cross-legged like two war veterans who somehow found themselves on a rooftop in Manhattan instead of the battlefield they were clearly built for.

“So,” Steve said eventually. “You gonna tell me why you’re camped out here?”

Danny pointed to the tracker. “Someone in that building”—he gestured vaguely toward Stark Tower—“is leaking interdimensional ghost radiation like it’s designer cologne. I was trying to be subtle.”

Steve looked at the tower. “That’s Tony.”

Danny blinked. “Tony Stark is radiating ectoplasmic energy?”

“Yeah. He bought a ghost portal off eBay last month. Said it’d be good for ‘multiverse surveillance.’ It… got loose.”

Danny stood up so fast he swayed. “I knew it! I told Jazz that someone was messing with rogue ghost portals again and she said I was paranoid! I am paranoid! But that doesn’t mean I’m wrong!”

“You’re… very high-strung.”

Danny glared. “Do you have a collection of alternate-universe versions of yourself constantly trying to kill you?”

Steve held up his hands. “Fair.”

Suddenly, Danny wobbled. His legs buckled, and Steve caught him with a grunt. “Woah, hey, hey! Okay, that’s enough hero time for now.”

“I’m fine,” Danny slurred. “I’ve just been awake for three days. It’s not a problem unless I—”

He passed out.

Steve stared down at the kid—a half-dead, glowing teen who apparently punched like a demigod and talked like a sitcom character on speed—and muttered, “…Tony owes me so much alcohol for this.”

He slung Danny over his shoulder and started walking toward the Tower.

A few floors down, Tony Stark looked up from his holograms and blinked as the elevator pinged open.

Steve walked in carrying what looked like a sleep-dead raccoon in human form.

Tony blinked. “Did you adopt a raccoon?”

“He punched me.”

Tony raised an eyebrow. “…You?”

“Knocked me back five feet.”

Tony whistled. “Damn. Strong raccoon.”

“He’s nineteen. Name’s Danny Fenton. Ghost kid.”

Tony’s eyes widened. “Oh. Oh. The one Fury thinks is a nuclear bomb with social anxiety.”

Steve dumped Danny on the nearest couch. “Let him sleep. He earned it.”

Tony looked down at Danny. “Should I be worried he’s glowing?”

“No. But maybe hide the ghost portal.”

Tony scoffed. “I knew someone was tracking it.”

Danny stirred, groaning, “Stark, I swear to the Ancients, if I wake up and your toaster is haunted again, I’m putting salt in your arc reactor…”

Steve stared. “Wait, what?”

Tony sighed. “Long story. Ghosts don’t like me. Something about my attitude.”

Steve sat down, already dreading explaining this to Fury.

Across the room, Danny turned on his side, mumbled, “Tell the Captain I didn’t mean to punch him…”

Steve looked over, surprisingly fond. “It’s fine, kid. I’ve had worse.”

Danny let out a soft snore.

Tony grinned. “You’re getting soft.”

“He reminds me of Bucky.”

Tony choked. “Excuse me?”

Steve shrugged. “If Bucky died and came back with ghost powers, he’d absolutely punch me in the face for fun.”

“…Okay, yeah, that tracks.”

And thus began the weird, wonderful, mildly catastrophic journey of Danny Fenton, ghost boy, menace to the Avengers, and accidental best friend to Captain America, who still rubbed his jaw now and then, remembering the punch that nearly knocked out a super-soldier’s tooth.

[call-me-strega]

Dc x Dp prompt #13: Hell to Pay

They say there are only two things certain in life: death and taxes. That’s why even the Joker doesn’t fuck with the IRS.

However, unfortunately for the Joker the other certainty is death and he has yet to pay his dues. Just like how he could only get away with tax evasion for so long, there are only so many times the Joker can dodge death.

Death is coming to collect, with interest.

And the Joker will have hell to pay.

~ A dark green cloud swirls over the city. From it, emerge three oppressive figures:

The one on the far left with flowing hair like white-hot fire. His vambraces made of (what appeared to be) molten glass stopped under his fingers, which then extend into into claws that seemed to drip lava. He had spiked obsidian pauldrons on his shoulders, fastening a luminous, stark-white cape to his shoulders. He wore a coronet of lightning and wielded a flail that appeared to be made of coal chains and a shrunken Red Giant star.

The second on the far right had a helm of dark iron wreathed in a plume of purple flame. His gauntlets and sword flamed with green hellfire. A pure black sheath seemingly made of void and a silver hunting horn were tied to his waist. He wore an armor forged of shadows and proofed with fear. He rode atop a mighty stead. An inky dark stallion with a curved horn and bat-like wings. His form was constantly slightly shifting depending on the angle which you viewed him making him appear larger and more slippery than he was, enhancing his disquieting nature.

The third stood in the middle, smaller but no less terrifying than her companions. Her hair was wild with movement, only just visible because it appeared as if someone had bound the winds to her head. She wore a tiara made of storm clouds and pearls. She carried with her a spear, the shaft crafted of amazonite and the tip of a clear quartz, almost reminiscent of sea salt. At her hip lay a whip made of a restrained gale and a sea glass knife. She wore armor that appeared to be Greco-Roman in origin: a chest plate made of some sort of coral-like material and a battle skirt decorated with metallic bronze feathers.

They slowly descent on the city, bringing down a sense of power and dread. They paused at the top of Wayne Tower, where the city's vigilantes had all gathered in an attempt to create and feasible plan of action to discern what these beings want. The young woman in the middle speaks and the wind carries her voice. She is not loud but it the whole of Gotham hears her words.

"Greetings, Heroes of Gotham. It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Spirit, Princess and Head Diplomat of the Infinite Realms. This is Samhain, the Fright Knight, loyal knight to the king,” she gestured to her right before switching to her left “and this is Prince Wraith, current General in Chief of the Realms. We come to you as the King’s Guard and entourage. We have official business in your city and wish to civilly notify you of our presence. The King will be arriving shortly and your cooperation would be great fully received.”

Batman moved forward to shake her hand and address the situation.

“I’m afraid that we prefer not to have unknowns operating within the city. Would you be able to tell us what business you have here? Perhaps we could reach an agreement?” Batman tried to negotiate as politely as he could. He did not want to risk offending the evidently powerful beings.

Princess Spirit’s smile sharpened as she thrummed her finger against her knife. She spoke again with an unnervingly pleasant tone.

“It appears you do not understand. We are not asking for your permission.” Her grip around his hand tightened. “ We are informing you.” She finished releasing his hand.

Batman withdrew his aching hand and regarded her with the beginnings of a protest on his lips. She didn’t allow him to speak.

“ This is out of your jurisdiction Batman. This is a matter of the Realms and the Afterlife. Whatever worldly rules or morals you wish to impose on those who enter this city do not apply to us. We will do our best to work within them, so as to appease you and to attempt to maintain a friendly relationship but in the macrocosm of the multiverse and afterlives you have no official power over us. Additionally, we have direct permission to operate here however we see fit from the City Spirit herself, Lady Gotham.”

Batman’s shadow seemed to fluctuated. His and his team's shadows moved from beneath them, closer to the Princess. Lady Gotham, though not manifesting, was making her presence and approval known. Batman could not deny what he was seeing. His team shifted uncomfortably behind him. He appealed to her once more.

“ I see that we can’t stop you. We don’t want to get in your way either. Could you at least tell us why you are here?”

She smiled as if telling a joke, “All will be revealed in time”

Suddenly, there was a loud noise that sounded like tearing fabric. The green clouds mixed with purples and blues and began to churn faster. The cyclone emitted a flashes of bright light. In unison all three of the King’s Guard lifted up from the roof and took place underneath the eye of the wind storm.

Spirit holds her spear aloft. With one swift, commanding move she slams the butt of her spear down, creating a platform out of solidified air.

Wraith bellows out smoke and ash onto the platform to discolor it. With ferocious and precise movements his claws to carve in a sigil, leaving a soft orange glow against the black and gray.

Samhain sheathes his sword and pulls his horn from his waist. He wills his dark stead to rear up as he blows the horn, letting out one loud prolonged cry.

The three warriors stand at attention and Princess Spirit calls the winds to project her voice once more.

“ Now introducing the Ruler of the Infinite Realms, High King of the In-Between, The Great One, The Benevolent King, The Peace Maker, The Guardian of Souls, The One with the Cloak of Stars and the Crown of Frozen Light, The Perfect Balance, Ancient of Space and Reality, The Infinite King: Phantom!”

With a flash of white light a figure appear in the center of the platform. Simultaneously, the three knights bow in reverence.

The King has arrived.

As the Heroes of Gotham regain clear vision they are met with a striking figure.

There stood a toned young man appearing both boyishly young, yet wisened and weathered. He had side swept hair the creeped to the bottom of his neck. His skin was pale with an icy blue tint. He opened his eyes to reveal they shone an electric green. Upon his head rest a crown made of a crystalline material, reminiscent of an aurora. He wore a navy blue cloak that had a rich purple hood lined with stark white fur. The underside displayed a shifting galaxy pattern. His under suit was the same midnight black as Samhain’s. He donned golden arm bands and a gold chest plate in style quite similar to Spirit’s. His hand were covered in snow white gauntlets that matched Wraith’s vambraces.

They all stood in awe, beholden to the almost divine figure.

The king sent them a gentle smile. It was warm and comforting yet sent a chill down their shoulders.

King Phantom began to fly down toward the center of the city, his entourage fell into step behind him. He hovered several hundred feet over Wayne tower and looked down at the city. He then spoke in a booming voice, his tone kind but commanding.

“ I humbly greet the Lady Gotham, her champions, and her citizens,” the shadows curled toward him appreciatively. “ I am grateful for your cooperation in our effort to rectify a great injustice. As High King of the Infinite Realms it is one of my duties to preside over the afterlife. To bring guidance, peace, and justice to the souls under my jurisdiction. Recently, it has been brought to my attention that there is a soul among you who has not only dodged death, but caused great strife to a vast number of souls who call for justice.”

On the roof of Wayne Enterprises Jason and Damian both stiffen, but remain firm in their gaze toward the king. The king looks out at the city and sparing them the quickest of glances. He continues onward.

“ The man formerly know as Jack Napier, now called The Joker. He has avoided death on many an occasion but his life should have ended moment he fell into a vat of chemicals. Since then he has sent hundreds more to the afterlife. He has long yet to pay his dues. That is why on the behalf of justice, restoring balance, and of my subjects I officially condemn Jack Napier.”

“Jack Napier, you have been allowed 24 hours turn yourself into our custody in order to be put on trial for your crimes in the Infinite Realms. Should you fail to turn youself in, we shall take that as an admission of guilt and acceptance to be punished for your actions. After the 24 hours are up, Samhain shall use his horn to summon The Hunt and we shall track you down.”

His gaze passed specifically over Red Hood, one of the Oracle’s drones, Nightwing, Signal, Red Robin, and Batman before he spoke his next words.

“All those souls who have been wronged by the Joker, both living and deceased, who wish to have a hand in their justice have been invited to join The Hunt if they so choose.”

The king lifted his hand, calling the swirling green clouds to his gather in his palm. The clouds swiftly rearranged themselves into a smokey timer hanging in the sky.

An impish smirk graced King Phantom’s face as he let out a malicious laugh and gave his final decree.

“ Your time begins now!”

[confessedlyfannish]

DP x DC Prompt #4

When they all convene at the cave, Alfred is silently wrapping Dick's knuckles. Damian hovers beside him. Tim and Barbara are hunched over the batcomputer, not even sparing Bruce a glance as he strides over.

"Report," Batman grunts. No one reacts.

"Report!"

"Hood pushed his panic button at 2:34 AM," Barbara says shortly, straightening.

The button had been a joke, mostly because Jason would never use it and everyone knew it.

"I patched into his comm at 2:35. This is what I heard initially." At her nod, Tim presses play. What occurs next is a garble. There is the sound of high winds, as if Hood is rushing through the air, even though the comms are designed to filter out any ambiance otherwise the Bats would never hear each other. Interspersed is a mixture of static punctuated by high, inhuman screeches of metal and something else unknown.

"This goes on," Barbara says after thirty long seconds, switching it off. "Red Hood failed to respond to any attempts at contact. I dispatched Nightwing to Hood's location at 2:36 AM. He was approximately two miles away." She pulls up a GPS map of their respective locations, their beacons blinking.

"At 2:41 AM, Red Hood's comm goes off, as does his GPS," Barbara says, swallowing softly as the red beacon indicating Jason disappears. "Nightwing arrives at 2:42 AM."

Dick doesn't say anything, head hanging low as he grips the metal table he sits on. Damian glances between the two of them, expression flat but fists clenched.

"Nightwing, report."

"..."

"Scene was empty, B," Tim speaks up. "No trace of Hood, no sign of a struggle. No cameras in the alley. We've been checking the ones nearby but so far there's no sign of anyone but Hood heading in that direction...and no one, Hood included, caught in the cams heading out, not within that time frame."

"So he's still in the area," Batman concludes. "The local buildings?"

"All the entrances have cameras, which showed no evidence of Hood nor any evidence of being tampered with," Barbara says. "Nightwing, Red Robin and Robin canvased within a half mile radius to check for any signs of disturbances in any of the windows or rooftops but found no evidence to support Hood being taken. A scan confirmed several serial offenders, but when interviewed and searched there was no sign of Hood. Several in the area reported an unusual quiet for Crime Alley."

Batman forces the next question out. "Did you check the dumpsters?"

"Yes," Nightwing grits out. "Empty."

Barbara clears her throat. "I have attempted to reconnect to Jason's GPS and comm as well as restart both remotely but there's no signal at all. The thing is, when there's a disruption like that it usually leaves some sort of sign" she pulls up the audio waves, pointing at the end where the spikes conform into a straight line that makes everyone deeply uncomfortable. Upon playing, the noise from before plays before going abruptly silent. "But there is no large spike, this is clean. It just ends. His GPS is much the same. It's not off, it's just gone."

"I know you don't like to hypothesize this early on, B, but we think this involves a meta," Tim says, rewinding the audio. "We've been running the audio from Jason's comm through different filters, playing with the levels and isolating what we can and, well, take a listen--"

The screeching drops to a sort of muffle and in the background, distantly, they can hear bits of Jason's voice.

"No, I'm not---"

"--don't need--"

"get AWAY from--"

a particularly desperate yell that makes Tim flinch, "I am NOT--!"

and almost a whimper that makes Batman's blood run cold, "please..."

And then, unfairly clear even through the faint garble, Jason says "I don't have a choice, do I."

And a minute later, quietly: "Ok."

The audio cuts off.

The defeat in Jason's last words is palpable, and fundamentally wrong. Jason has never sounded defeated a day in his life, and no one knows how to process Red Hood all but giving his hands over for the cuffs. Nightwing pushes himself off the table.

"I'm going back out there," he growls. No one tries to stop him as he stalks out the cave, not even Alfred.

"I will accompany Nightwing, make sure he does not punch any more walls." Damian says, nodding tightly.

"B?" Barbara asks.

"Keep working on it. See if you can identify what could be making those noises if Hood was standing still in an alley," Batman says, walking towards the zeta tube. "I'm going to make a few calls."

[honeyhotteoks]

this night together - chapter sixteen (j.yh + s.mg)

chapter sixteen: a new normal

chapter summary: you're just starting to settle into your new home when wooyoung's heat strikes, unexpected and full of life changes for everyone.

warnings: anxiety, panic, traumatic heat allusions, but also almost entirely smut including: extreme horniness and neediness, grinding, fingering, oral f receiving, squirting, absolutely wet as fuck sex, cum/slick as lube, heavy makeouts and sexual awakenings, dvp and dp, (basically reader is double stuffed until she sees jesus), creampies, excessive orgasms, excessive cum, knotting, frottage, ball play, excessive use of praise b/c we know our boys love a 'good girl', size kink / reader is described as 'little omega' but it's more in a she's shorter / it's flirty way

notes: thank you all for waiting, i truly hope this chapter doesn't disappoint especially considering it's almost entirely smut. i think this will have ~2 more chapters, and they are already in flight! so more to come soon. thank you all. 💖

pairings: alpha!yunho x alpha!mingi x omega!reader

genre: smut, a/b/o/omegaverse, angst, fluff, romance, polyamory

word count: 14.2k

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before we get started, a couple new terms for those of you that are new to omegaverse!

nest / nesting: we've talked about this before, but as reader's nest actually features in this chapter i wanted to clarify that omega's nests are usually considered sacred and private spaces that belong to them / that they invite pack members into. her instincts to rearrange and make it her own are kind of primal, deep seated instincts to make the space hers. prime / prime alpha: this is called a lot of different things in different a/b/o universes, but the idea of a primary alpha is essentially like a pack leader. in packs of wolves for instance you may have many males or dominants (i.e. alphas) but only one would be the top of the pack / leader. it's not as literal within my a/b/o universe, but you can think of it more like which one of them fills that 'leader' role more often and kind of takes that burden onto their shoulders. spikes / heat spikes: this is something that can happen to omegas where they kind of go through a mini-heat or like a sudden wave of heat that's disconnected from a full heat that would have multiple days etc. this can be triggered in many different ways as you'll see, but i wanted to emphasize that this is not a full heat, and these spikes usually go away after a knot or after the omega is sexually satisfied and they 'cool off' so to speak.

okay! onto the chapter.... i hope you all enjoy!!

Few things feel as good as sleeping in on a Saturday after the week you’ve had, but sleeping in next to your boyfriends, your mates? That was another type of good all together. 

The choreography had been nothing less than intense this past week, actually challenging in ways that made you irritated at your lack of instant muscle memory. Your body aches and you’re exhausted, but at least you have no alarm set and the warmth of your alphas surrounding you. 

Sun peeks in through the slits in the blinds, finally hitting that perfect position in the sky to cast a swath of bright light over your eyes, and you shift in the sheets, tucking your face into the pillow with a little groan. 

A warm hand slips over your lower back, curling around until it’s splayed wide over your belly, and then suddenly you’re pulled back into Yunho’s arms with one tug. He’s still half asleep, gathering you up and enveloping you like you’re nothing more than a body pillow, something grumbled and inaudible from his lips as he sighs against your hair. 

You shift in his hold, “Babe, I need to breathe,” 

He sighs, arms loosening a fraction. 

Across the pack bed, Mingi groans and rolls over, blinking and searching for his glasses on the side table with one hand before reaching for you. His hand closes around your wrist and he tugs you towards him, but Yunho holds you tight. 

“Only one of me,” You laugh. 

Mingi blinks, eyes opening properly and he smiles sleepily, his hair a chaotic haystack, “Morning,” 

“Morning,”

“Mm,” Yunho sighs, “what time is it?” 

“Almost ten,” Mingi says through a yawn. 

“I’m going back to sleep,” Yunho buries his face in your hair, yawning too. 

Today was supposed to be the day Yunho finished his project, and the moment you remember that, anticipation thrums through you in a wave of silly giddiness, and you wriggle in his arms. 

“Baby,” He groans. 

“Yunho,” You exaggerate out his name, shifting again in his hold. 

“Fine,” He relaxes his arms, “I’ll cuddle Mingi,” 

Mingi snorts a laugh. 

“Yun,” You murmur, trying to keep the excitement in your voice to a normal level, “don’t you remember what today is?” 

“Saturday?” He yawns again. 

“Saturday,” You nudge him in the ribs. 

He smiles, cracking an eye open, “If it’s Saturday,” he says, “why are you waking me up?” 

“Because,” You nudge him again. 

“Because why?” He opens his eyes properly, looking down at you, an amused expression on his face.

You grin, “My surprise,” 

“Baby,” He shakes his head, giving you a quick peck on the lips, “I said it might be ready to show you this weekend,” 

“Oh, come on,” You sigh, “please?” 

“Sweetheart,” He tries, but you’ve made up your mind. 

“Yunho,” You sigh, “I know it’s a nest,” 

He rolls his eyes a little at your persistence, “I know you know,” 

“Mingi,” You turn to him, “get him to let me in,” 

Mingi grins, running his hands through his messy locks and sitting up, “What do you think I’m going to be able to do?” 

“You’re both no fun,” You groan, your forehead dropping to the mattress. 

It’s quiet for a beat, and then Yunho exhales, “Fine,” 

Your head snaps up, “Really?” 

“Yes, really,” He concedes. 

He’s about to say something else, but you’re climbing out of bed already like you’re a kid on Christmas morning, and Mingi laughs as you slide over him and reach back into the bed to pull them up. 

“Now?” Yunho grins. 

“Yes, now,”

“Just remember it’s not totally finished yet,” Yunho says, “almost, but,” 

“Come on,” You groan, pulling at his hands and trying to get him out of the bed. 

Yunho pushes himself up to standing, yanked forwards by your momentum and you both stumble down the hall, Mingi following behind with a lazy morning smile on his face. 

“Bro,” Mingi laughs, “you caved in like two seconds,” 

“Whatever,” Yunho shoots him a look. 

“Please,” You laugh, stopping in front of the tightly shut door in the hall, “you’re both too easy,” 

“Yeah, yeah,” Yunho drops a kiss on the top of your head and reaches for the door handle, “alright, close your eyes a second,” 

You follow his instructions, eyes shut tight and a stupid smile on your face. 

You hear the door open, and as subtly as you can you crack one eye open. Yunho’s reaching inside the room, the door barely ajar enough for his arm to fit into the space, and he’s fumbling to find something before he opens the door fully. 

Mingi clears his throat, soft but pointed at catching you spying, and your eyes close again. 

Reduced to just listening again, you hear the door open wide, and the shuffle of slippered feet as Yunho steps behind you. 

“Alright,” He says warmly before he touches your arms, “a few steps forwards,” 

You slowly follow the push of his body behind you until you’re in the right spot. 

“Okay,” He sighs, kissing your hair once more, “just remember we can change anything you don’t like, we just wanted to give you a starting place,” 

You nod eagerly, stomach flip flopping in anticipation. 

“I love you,” He murmurs, and then takes a step back from you, “now open your eyes,” 

A sharp gasp leaves you the second you open your eyes and see what he’s been working on for the past few weeks. The room is unrecognizable from what it used to be, and you take a few steps deeper into the room to get your eyes on it all, “Oh my god,” you breathe. 

There’s nothing unfinished about it, at least not to you considering you’ve never had a proper nest before. You take in the details in a rush, your eyes flicking over everything, a hand pressed over your surprised lips. 

There’s no bed frame, but there is a large nesting mattress big enough to fit the three of you during your heats or for you to get lost in when you need to be alone. Layers and layers of blankets in soft blues and purples that all look deliciously soft, pillows of varying shapes and sizes making the mattress more of a literal nest, and more set to the side on the floor so you can truly make it your own. 

The lights are low, shades drawn to minimize the natural light, but warm fairy lights are draped above the bed and small lamps and nightlights are set around on shelves and the floor alike to create a cozy, soft energy to the space. 

Along one wall you notice Wooyoung’s influence immediately, details you remember from his own heat sanctuary, a small fridge and shelves stocked with all the essentials. 

“Oh my god,” You echo, chest tight with emotion, “you did all this?” 

“We did,” Yunho says, “Wooyoung was pretty instrumental in the design choices though,”

You smile, turning back to find your alphas, “It’s perfect,” 

“You like it, baby?” Mingi asks, a smile spreading across his own face. 

“So much,” You spin on your heel to take it all in again, “I just, fuck, I can’t believe it,” 

“Yeah?” 

“I have a nest,” You laugh, “a real one,” 

Something flickers in your chest, your omega instincts crackling to the surface. You take a few more steps into the room, up to the edge of the bed and drop your hand over one of the soft pillows. You give it a tentative squeeze, and then you feel something you haven’t felt properly in years. Your chest starts to tighten, your hands itching, and an anxious tug from deep inside has you suddenly operating on instinct alone. 

Your alphas had done beautifully, they had given you such a canvas to work with, but it was up to you to make it whole. 

In a haze, you change the blanket and pillow configuration, a flurry of down and cotton as you toss pillows from one place to another and rearrange, exploring every texture and finding its proper home. When you move from one side of the bed to the other though, you stumble over a large plastic laundry basket that stops you dead in your tracks. 

  The whisper in your brain that something was missing quells as you look down to see a mix of Yunho and Mingi’s shirts and sweatshirts, all crumpled from wear and doused with their scents. You find their homes too, tucking them into their new homes, finding places for their comforting scents so that even when they aren’t physically present they are with you. You set one of Mingi’s hoodies aside, saving it to wear, and then you pick up the last item in the basket. 

Yunho’s blanket, the soft gray one that they wrapped you up in during your heat. 

With the blanket in your hands, you turn back to find them, your omega instincts telling you something completely different this time. 

When you turn, you realize they’re still standing in the hall at the doorway, watching you with warmth. 

“Oh,” You blink, “why aren’t you in here with me?” 

“Giving you time to acclimate,” Mingi notes, nodding towards the reworked bedding, “this is your space, what you say goes,” 

“This is,” You sigh, holding the blanket closer to your chest, “I can’t believe you did all this, it’s too much,” 

“It’s not,” Yunho insists softly, “it’s what we should have done from the beginning,” 

You soften at that, “Yunho,” 

A small smile pulls at his lips, and his eyes flick to the floor, blush creeping up his neck, before meeting your eyes again, “I had a lot to learn when you spent your heat here,” he explains gently, “I probably still have a lot to learn,” 

Your heart quickens in your chest. 

“But I want to be a good alpha to you,” Yunho murmurs, “I wanted to do this for you,” 

Mingi smiles, straightening up with pride and clapping Yunho on the shoulder to give him a squeeze of approval, “You’re a good prime,” 

Yunho’s head turns sharply to the side to look at Mingi in wide-eyed disbelief, “What?” 

Primes, prime alphas, in packs aren’t just common, they’re essential. In a group of alphas, it’s necessary and healthy for the good of a pack to have a leader, but those dynamics usually don’t reveal themselves clearly until a pack is much more established, with time and often with claims to solidify things. 

Despite that biological truth, Mingi shrugs, “Don’t look so surprised, of the two of us, you were always going to be prime,” 

“I, I mean,” Yunho stumbles over his words, “we don’t know that for sure,” 

“We do,” Mingi smiles, “don’t lose your head over it,” 

Your chest warms, and with a soft clear of your throat you bring their attention right back to you, “Can you both please get in here?”

Mingi grins, but Yunho still looks unmoored and all he can manage is a flustered blink at you, “Are you sure?” 

You sink back onto the bed and nod, “Yes, I’m sure,” you smile, “now, please, Alphas, will you come in or do I have to drag you in?” 

Both of their eyes sharpen in on you at your tone, and they’re across the threshold and at your side in seconds. 

Mingi crouches in front of you, his large hands sliding up and down your thighs, “So,” he murmurs, “you like your present, baby?” 

Heat stirs, something primal and hungry awakening in your belly. 

“Yes,” You murmur. 

“Yunho,” Mingi looks up at where Yunho’s still standing, something dazed in your lover’s eyes. 

“Hmm?” He looks down. 

Mingi nods, gesturing for him, and Yunho follows instructions, sinking to his knees. 

“I think I scared him,” Mingi huffs a laugh, nudging Yunho with his shoulder. 

“I’m good,” Yunho blinks back whatever thoughts he was spiraling in and smiles, looking up at you, “I’m sorry, you just surprised me, that’s all.” 

“Mhm,” Mingi smirks. 

You glance between them, and it’s like you can see the thread of tension holding Yunho’s mind somewhere else, his shoulders painfully straight. 

“Yunho,” You reach for him, sliding one hand along his forearm, the other on his neck, “baby,” 

He studies your face, “Hmm?” 

“I love my present,” You tell him softly, honestly. 

His hand covers yours, giving you a squeeze. 

“And I know we’ve all had our ups and downs getting here,” You add, “but you have always been a good alpha to me, you didn’t have to do all this for me to think that.” 

His shoulders start to soften. 

“I do love it though,” You add, “I’m keeping it,” 

Yunho grins, your levity breaking the tension, and he dips forwards to capture your lips in a tender kiss. 

You sigh, nuzzling him nose to nose, “You take such good care of me,” you mumble against his lips, finding his hands and bringing them to your hips so that both of them are touching you, holding you. 

Yunho makes a soft, pleased hum. 

“Both of you,” You shift back, pulling Mingi closer until all three of you are touching. 

Mingi’s eyes flick over you, biting his lip absently as he does, fingers tightening a little on your thighs. 

A bloom of your perfume soaks the air and both of your boys groan. 

“You do like your gift,” Mingi teases, one hand slipping between your thighs and squeezing properly. 

“Yeah,” You nod, breathless already. 

Yunho’s tongue darts out to wet his lips and his lips quirk, amused at your sudden neediness, “Can we come into your nest, little omega?” 

A knot forms low in your belly at his deep tone, and you nod, sliding back in the bedding to make space for them. 

Slowly, they crawl in to settle on either side of you, and you waste no time in pulling them in, all but yanking Mingi’s mouth to yours. 

“Mm,” He deepens the kiss, matching your hunger, “fuck, babe,” 

“We’ve got nowhere to be,” You kiss him again, “no plans,” 

“A little morning sex never hurt anyone,” Yunho jokes as he moves closer. 

“Exactly,” You hum as Mingi kisses over your neck, “a perfect start to the day,” 

Yunho laughs and slides a little further down, his hand smoothly pushing up the fabric of your loose tank top until it’s pooled on your upper chest, leaving your breasts exposed to the cool air. 

“Yes, please,” You breathe. 

He dips forwards, fingertips skating over your sensitive skin. 

Your hand knots into his hair as he starts to press hot, open mouthed kisses to your skin, peppering teasing licks around your hardening nipples. 

“Oh,” You gasp, “god,” 

Mingi pulls back to drink you in, and you must look like a needy mess, because his pupils dilate hungrily. In a snap, your legs are pushed open and Mingi is half hovering over you, his thigh slotting firmly between your legs as he captures your mouth again. 

“Mm!” You shudder at the sudden pressure against your cunt. 

Yunho chuckles, nipping once at your breast before taking your nipple in his mouth and softly sucking, his hand joining Mingi’s in your hair. 

“N-Need it,” You moan, rocking your hips to grind yourself on Mingi’s thigh. 

“Of course you do,” Mingi murmurs, cupping your cheek and kissing you again. 

You grind against him a steady rocking rhythm, pleasure starting to spike up and down your spine. 

“That’s our girl,” Mingi pants. 

“So pretty,” Yunho says as he kisses up your neck. 

From the bedroom down the hall, you hear the sudden and sharp sound of your phone ringing, but you let it ring out, focused on their mouths, their skin. 

When it rings again you shake your head, “It’s not important,” 

“Whoever it is can leave a message,” Mingi pants, pressing you back into the bedding and securing a hand on your backside to drag your hips into him. 

“Oh, fuck, right there,” You moan, threading your fingers tighter into Yunho’s hair, pressing him against your breast as he flicks his tongue over your pebbled nipple. 

Your phone rings a third time and you groan, falling back into the lush bedding of your nest, “It probably is important,” 

Yunho lifts off as your hips slow, “I’ll get it,” 

He throws you a quick smile and jogs out of the room, and you sigh under Mingi. 

“Hmm,” He squeezes you, “you were getting close,” 

“I know,” You breathe, cheeks warm and heart pounding, “but three calls in a row feels like an emergency,” 

He nods, opening his mouth to say something, but Yunho’s back in the room with your phone in hand. 

“I didn’t catch it,” He says, a worried expression on his face, “but Seonghwa called five times,” 

That gets your attention, and you sit straight up, Mingi rolling off you as your shirt slips back into place.

You’re dialing back immediately and the call connects after one ring. 

“Hey,” You start, but you barely get another word out before he’s talking. 

“Who is Yeosang?” He doesn’t sound angry, but he does sound strained. 

Shock passes through you, and both your alphas read your expression change immediately, bodies going tense on either side of you as you try to find the right words. 

“Wait,” You stammer out, “what’s going on?” 

“Who is he?” Seonghwa asks again, “Wooyoung is in heat, and he won’t let us touch him,” 

“He what?” You lean forwards, pushing out of their arms and pressing the phone closer to your ear. 

“He just keeps crying,” Seonghwa sounds lost, distressed and tense in a way you’ve never heard him, “and fucking apologizing, but he won’t tell us why,” 

“Seonghwa,” You steady your voice, “he’s in heat and he doesn’t want an alpha?” 

You feel the bed shifting on either side, Yunho’s warm hand sliding up your back and Mingi shifting so that he’s in front of you in a crouch, watching you carefully and listening to your side of the phone call. 

“Oh, he does,” Seonghwa corrects, “he just keeps saying he’s sorry, saying we shouldn’t touch him until he can explain,” 

“Fuck,” 

“Exactly,” He sighs like you should have already known, “and now he’s in the middle of spike and he just keeps calling for Yeosang,” 

You’re silent, your best friend’s secrets heavy on your tongue. 

Mingi finds your hand and holds it tight. 

“Sannie and I aren’t stupid,” He keeps going, “we know it must be the guy he’s seeing, but we can’t get anything else out of Youngie. We can’t get him here to help if all we know is his first fucking name,” 

There’s a muffled voice on Seonghwa’s side, and then you hear San, “His passcode, does she know it?” 

Even if you did, you wouldn’t offer up all of Wooyoung’s privacy like that. 

“y/n,” Seonghwa says, but you cut him off. 

“No, but I do know Yeosang. I have his Instagram,” You tell him, “but are you two alright? You have a hold of yourselves?” 

Yunho and Mingi exchange a look. 

“What are you asking me?” Seonghwa sounds shocked. 

“I’m asking if you two have your heads on straight,” You stay focused, for Wooyoung, “I’m not sending a stranger over to you with an omega in heat if you’re going to make this harder for Woo,” 

Seonghwa stays silent. 

“Yeosang is a beta,” You add quickly, “that should help keep things calm, but just… tell me you’ll let him in, and you’ll let him be what Woo is asking for,” 

“Of course we will,” He says, “You know me, you know us. We’ve got him,” 

There’s a whine on Seonghwa’s side of the phone, a heady sob, the sound of an omega in deep distress and your heart aches. 

“I’ll message him now,” You say, “keep your phone on you, I’ll keep you updated.” 

Seonghwa sighs heavily, “Thank you,” 

“Let’s just hope he responds quickly, I’ll text you,” 

As you drop the phone from your ear and quit the call, Yunho squeezes your thigh, “What’s going on?” 

You keep your eyes on your phone as you make short work of navigating to Yeosang’s profile and click on the button to send him a direct message, “Woo was supposed to tell them about his new boyfriend before his heat started,” 

“But he didn’t?” Yunho surmises. 

“And now he’s a mess and won’t stop asking for him,” You nod. 

Mingi hums, acknowledging your words and Yunho gives you another squeeze. 

Quickly you tap out the best message you can - Hi, Yeosang, you don’t know me but hopefully Wooyoung has mentioned me, I’m y/n and dance with him at BBT. I’m messaging you because Wooyoung’s heat started early and apparently he’s very distressed and asking for you. Please let me know when you receive this message. 

The message sends, delivers, and stays unread as you stare at it. 

Nervous energy bubbles in you. Wooyoung can make it through his heat unassisted, but you know better than anyone how painful and how awful that experience is. 

“Hey,” Mingi closes his hands over yours and directs your attention away from the screen, “babe, he’s going to be okay.” 

“I know,” You sigh, “but,” 

Your phone buzzes in your hand and you scramble to see the notification. 

A phone number and a clear response - Call me, please.

“Thank fuck,” 

Mingi squeezes your thigh as you dial, and Yunho wraps an arm around your back.

  Yeosang picks up on the first ring, “Hello?” 

“Is this Yeosang?” You check. 

“Yes, y/n?” His voice is warm, gentle, but laced with concern.

  “Yes, thank you so much for messaging me,” 

“Of course,” He breathes, “Wooyoung?” 

“I’m sorry,” You apologize, “I don’t know how much he’s told you about his heats,” 

“Some,” He replies, “I didn’t know he was due,” 

“I told him to talk to you,” You sigh, but refocus, “it doesn’t matter, I’m sorry if I’m about to overshare, I just want him to be okay,” 

“Anything,” Yeosang stammers out, “tell me anything I can do,” 

“He went into heat,” You explain, “he’s with our friends San and Seonghwa,” 

“His alphas,” Yeosang says, like it’s obvious.

  You stumble over Yeosang’s use of the word ‘his’ but you keep going, “Right, well, Seonghwa called me, Wooyoung is in heat but won’t let them help, and he’s been asking for you.” 

“Where is he?” The desperate tone of his voice makes the knot in your gut release. 

“He’s at his apartment, do you know where that is?” 

“No, he always comes to my place,” He says, “we always meet at the studio, or out,” 

You sigh, “Alright, can you meet me at the studio? How quickly can you get there?” 

There’s a rustle on his side of the phone before he says, “Fifteen-twenty minutes?” 

“Meet me there, out front,”

  “I’ll be there,” 

The call ends and you scramble up to your feet. 

“We’re coming with you,” Mingi jumps up. 

“I’ll drive,” Yunho presses a fast kiss to your hair jogs out into the hall. 

“What a mess,” You pull your hair back into a bun and head towards the bedroom to find something quick to change into. 

Your phone buzzes again and you see another frantic message from Seonghwa - Tell me you have good news.

“Fuck,” 

You quickly throw on a bra and start searching the closet for a hoodie as you call. 

“Hey,” Seonghwa’s voice is clipped, and you hear the distant sound of Wooyoung crying. 

“I got him,” 

He lets out a heavy sigh, “You’re an angel,” 

“I’m meeting up with him and bringing him over, put me on with Woo,” You rush through the apartment, past your boys to get your shoes on.

  “He’s a mess,” 

“Put him on, Hwa,” 

“Fine,” 

You listen as Seonghwa goes back into the room, Wooyoung’s crying getting louder and more clear through the phone. 

“Wooyoungie,” San’s voice comes through, “jagi, Seonghwa-hyung is here,” 

“Yeosang,” Wooyoung babbles, “you don’t unders-stand, I need him,” 

“Woo,” Seonghwa says softly, “we found Yeosang, okay? Okay, baby?” 

His cries quiet. 

“Can you talk to y/n? She’s on the phone,” 

Things get muffled, like the phone is held to Seonghwa’s chest, and then you hear him. 

“y/n?” Wooyoung sounds so small, so scared. 

“Hey, you,” You keep your tone nice and soft, “I heard your heat’s been hard,” 

A sniffle, “Yeah,” 

“I’m bringing Yeosang to you, okay?” You murmur, “Is that what you want?” 

Another sniffle, “I miss him so much,” 

“Okay, okay, of course,” You croon, “is it okay if he meets Sannie and Seonghwa?” 

He’s quiet for a long beat, and then his words come out in one nervous whisper, “I don’t know,” 

“I’ll be there to introduce okay,” You remind him, “I won’t come to your nest, but I’ll help everyone get comfortable with each other before they come to you, is that okay?” 

You hear a rustle and then he sobs, “Please, please, this hurts,” 

“Oh babe,” You soften, feeling Mingi wrap his arms around you from behind, “I know it hurts. Let your alphas help you, Yeosang will be there very soon, very soon,” 

Woo sniffles again, “‘Kay,” he says softly. 

There’s a rustle, and then San’s voice, “y/n?” 

“Hey Sannie,” 

“Thank you for doing this,” He sounds tense, “please hurry,” 

“We’ll be there as soon as we can,” You tell him, “you call me if you need anything in the meantime,” 

“Alright,” He murmurs, “see you soon,” 

The minute you hang up you’re back to rushing, “We’ve got to go,” 

They’ve both thrown on sweats and hoodies, and Mingi grabs a beanie while Yunho pulls down his ball cap, both of them hiding their bed head so you can rush out the door. 

You’re overwhelmingly nervous, knee bouncing and biting the inside of your cheek, concern for your best friend buzzing under your skin. You think about the last time you went through a heat unassisted and you shiver. For all your big talk about being able to get through it with toys, an unassisted heat is awful. They’re painful, messy, and exhausting, and when they’re over you always feel like there’s some kind of deep pit in your gut, something left unsatisfied, sure to come back with a vengeance the next time you go through a heat. 

You don’t want Wooyoung to have to go through that, and you don’t want San and Seonghwa sounding as stressed and helpless as they did on the phone. 

When you finally make it to the studio, Yunho’s car skidding into an illegal loading zone out front, Yeosang is already waiting. 

Your seatbelt is off and you’re out of the car before Yunho’s even thrown it into park. 

Yeosang is handsome, that much you already knew from seeing him on stage at Hongjoong’s listening party and his Instagram, but in person up close he’s actually startling. His skin is clear and very nearly poreless, eyes a rich, chocolatey brown only accented by his birthmark, a shock of blush pink next to one eye. His hair has changed too, a few weeks ago a longer platinum blonde but now somewhat shorter and a richer dark red. 

His eyes widen when he sees you, “You’re y/n?” 

“Yes, hi,” You’re not sure what you’re supposed to do. Shake hands? Bow? Offer a hug to the man about to go and rescue your best friend from abject horniness? 

You settle on a smile, “Sorry for the weird meeting,” 

“It’s fine,” He shakes his head, returning your smile, “how is he?” 

“Not great,” You admit, “I told him you were coming though,” 

“Yes,” He nods, “I mean, I normally wouldn’t rush meeting you, but should we go?” 

“Absolutely,” You nod. 

Yeosang’s eyes flick up and you feel the presence of Yunho and Mingi at your back. 

“Ah,” Yeosang says, “are these your alphas? Hello, I’m Yeosang,” 

“Oh!” You say as they step to either side of you, “Yes, this is Yunho and Mingi,” 

He nods, “I’ve heard about you both, it’s nice to meet you, even if this is kind of strange.” 

Yunho smiles, “You too,”

Mingi simply nods, his hand resting on the small of your back, “Ready?” 

“Yeah,” You look to Yeosang, “Yunho can drive us? If that’s alright,” 

“Whatever’s quickest, let’s go,” 

You pile back into the warmth of Yunho’s car, and the minute the doors are shut he starts to drive. 

“It shouldn’t be more than five or ten minutes,” Yunho comments. 

Your fingers fidget nervously in your lap. 

“You work for KQ right?” Mingi asks, looking at Yeosang through the rear-view mirror, “I think I’ve seen you around,” 

“Mm,” He nods, “Yes, in creative direction for New World’s albums,” 

“Cool,” Mingi nods. 

“You’re all dancers, right? Choreographers?” Yeosang makes conversation as best he can, but you can see the nerves plain as day in the way he holds himself, his mind somewhere else. 

“Mhm,” Yunho says, “we all work together,” 

“With San and Seonghwa too?” Yeosang asks. 

It occurs to you that for all the talking Wooyoung can do, he must have conveniently skipped some key details about his life if Yeosang is verifying this information with the three of you. 

“Yeah,” You respond, “Yeosang, do you,” 

Your voice trails off as you try to find your question, and he turns his head to regard you, eyes sharp, “Do I?” 

“Has Wooyoung talked about San and Seonghwa much?” 

You see your own alphas eyes flick up to watch the conversation, but they stay quiet. 

“Some,” He offers, “I know they’re close, and I know they help with his heats,” 

You nod. 

He studies your expression and then nods, as if some kind of answer has revealed itself to him, “There’s a history here,” 

“A bit,” You confess. 

“I’ve been waiting for Youngie to feel comfortable opening up to me,” Yeosang clears his throat softly, “he seems… guarded,” 

“He can be,” You agree, “but he has his reasons.” 

“Everyone does,” He nods. 

“If you like him as much as I think you do,” You offer, “I wouldn’t worry,” 

Yeosang nods and takes a deep breath, “Listen,” He says, “I know San and Seonghwa are your friends, but is there anything I should know before I go in there?” 

You shake your head, “They’re not like that,” you quell his fears, “they want what’s best for Wooyoung, and if that’s you, they’ll do whatever they can to support that.” 

Yeosang looks down, swallowing tightly, “Okay,” 

“We’re here,” Yunho comments, pulling into the garage of Wooyoung’s building. 

“Alright,” You take a deep breath, “I’ll take you up and introduce you to San and Seonghwa, but yeah, the rest I’ll leave to you.” 

“Thank you,” Yeosang says earnestly. 

The car slides into park, and Yunho turns, taking your hand, “Do you need to go up?” 

Your brow knits together, “Yeah,” 

His thumb rubs a line into your palm, and you see the concern across his face, “You sure?” 

Yeosang waits quietly, watching the interaction, and Mingi turns in his seat, “They did sound tense on the phone.” 

“I’ll be perfectly safe,” You assure them, “it’s just Sannie and Hwa, you know that.” 

Yunho releases a breath and nods, “Yeah,” 

“Do you want us to come with you?” Mingi offers. 

You shake your head, “Mm-mm,” you grimace, “that would stress things, I think.” 

You can already see the bristling alpha tension if they were anywhere near Wooyoung while he’s in heat, just like they would be if anyone was near you. It’s a recipe for disaster, and you just need this to go smoothly. 

“I’ll be back in five minutes,” You promise them. 

They nod, and Yunho releases your hand. 

“Let’s go,” You say to Yeosang, climbing out of the car and leading him to the elevators. 

It’s quiet for a moment, but then he glances at you, “Your alphas are protective of you,” 

“Mm,” You nod. 

“Because of what happened?” He asks plainly. 

Your head snaps to the side, “Woo told you about that?” 

He shakes his head, “Not exactly,” he replies, “we were together when he got the call you were hurt,” 

“Oh,” 

“He’s very protective of you,” Yeosang says as the elevator starts to rise, “I’m glad to see you’re the same for him. You’re a good friend, y/n.” 

“Thank you,” You manage weakly. 

Yeosang’s quiet for another beat and then he laughs, a huff of breath and a shake of his head, “Fuck,” he says, “this is ridiculous, but do I look okay?” 

You grin, “Yeah,” you laugh with him, “yeah, Yeosang you look great.” 

“I feel like I’m about to meet my in-laws or something,” He confesses. 

“They’re really nice,” You tell him, “I promise,” 

“Oh, I know,” He exhales a nervous breath, “it doesn’t make me less nervous.” 

“You really like Wooyoung, don’t you?” The elevator slows to a stop, the doors pulling open. 

“Yeah,” 

You lead him down the hall towards Wooyoung’s apartment door, “I was planning on telling you that if you ever hurt my best friend, I’ll kill you,” 

Yeosang laughs again, your joke helping cut some of the tension. 

“But,” You smile, “I don’t think I have to, I can see how much you like him. I don’t think you’d hurt him on purpose.” 

“Never,” He says with a flash of conviction. 

Anything else you’d have to say is cut short though when the apartment door a few feet in front of you swings open, San and Seonghwa are both anxiously in the doorway looking about as disheveled and stressed as they sounded on the phone. 

“God, thank god,” Seonghwa says, “he’s crying again,” 

You open your mouth to reply, but as you and Yeosang make it to the threshold of the door you watch the sudden silent exchange. The air shifting and changing around you is palpable, something strong enough that renders them all speechless. 

You recover first, “Well,” you awkwardly gesture between everyone, “Yeosang, this is San and Seonghwa, guys, this is Yeosang,” 

“Right,” San says, a dazed look in his eyes, “of course,” 

“It’s uh,” Yeosang blinks, “well it’s nice to meet you,” 

Seonghwa only nods. 

“I’m sorry,” San steps back, “come in, please, come in,” 

Yeosang steps in first, and you’re about to follow until the wave of scents hits you like a brick wall. It’s a cascade of distress, sharp and bitter, but underneath that is the syrupy warmth of arousal. Something tightens and wrenches in your gut and you stumble back. 

“I probably should leave you to it,” You shiver. 

That snaps Seonghwa out of his stupor and he turns, “You alright?” 

“Mhm,” You nod, “Yunho and Mingi are downstairs, but there's a lot of scents in here, I shouldn’t confuse things for Wooyoung.” 

He nods, “I’d hug you, but yeah, Wooyoung wouldn’t like it.” 

“Of course,” 

A sharp, pained sound cuts through the introductions though, Wooyoung’s cries building again. Your heart beats heavy in your chest, instincts buzzing under the surface. An omega in distress is never a good sound, you’ve made those noises yourself, and your expression softens in sympathy. 

“Oh,” Yeosang looks immediately pained. 

Wooyoung begs for something in the background, but you hear Yeosang’s name threaded in his pleas. 

Time to go. 

“y/n,” Seonghwa says, his eyes locked on Yeosang, “thank you for all your help,” 

Your cheeks heat, “Absolutely,” 

“P-please! Please,” Wooyoung’s tight cries come from the back room and you take another sliding step backwards into the hall. 

“I have to,” Yeosang stumbles forwards, “where is he?” 

As Seonghwa moves to shut the door, barely a backwards glance at you with their renewed focus, you watch as San’s hand gently touches Yeosang’s back, steering him forwards. 

When the door finally shuts, you sink against the wall and recover your breath. 

Through the door you hear another whine, and you shiver, immediately jogging for the elevator. 

You want your own alphas now, some kind of mirrored neediness in your gut just from being in the room for a few seconds, but your mind turns over the interaction between Yeosang, San, and Seonghwa. 

When you get back to the car, it’s with a pit of something twisting in your gut. You can’t quite put your finger on it, but it’s there, and you find yourself tugging open the passenger side door and sliding right onto Mingi’s waiting lap. 

“Hey, hey,” He steadies you as you crawl onto him, “what’s wrong, what happened?” 

“Nothing,” You assure them both, “but it was like a pheromone bomb in there, I just need you for a second,” 

“Mkay,” Mingi laughs, shifting you into a better position and closing the car door. 

You take a deep, steady breath and let their combined scents wash over you. 

Yunho smooths his hand over your thigh from the driver’s side, “How’s Wooyoung?” 

“Better now,” You let your head loll onto Mingi’s chest, snuggling into him, “they’ll be just fine,” 

“Oh?” Yunho quirks a brow. 

“Mhm,” You shift in Mingi’s lap a little, “the vibe was heavy,” 

“Heavy bad?” Mingi looks down at you. 

“Definitely not in a bad way,” You laugh a little, “I think they’re about to have a wild three days,” 

Mingi snorts a laugh and Yunho grins, “Oh,” he smirks, “that kind of heavy,” 

“Yeah,” You sigh, shifting again to get comfortable, breathing in Mingi’s rich scent again. 

“Babe,” He kisses your hair, “you okay?” 

“Mhm,” You nod, “my back’s just achy,” 

Mingi makes a soft, displeased sound with his tongue against his teeth and his broad hand finds your lower spine, rubbing firm circles into the offending spot. 

You groan softly and nod, your eyes drifting shut a second. 

They’re quiet, but after a beat you look up at Yunho, “Can we go home?” 

“Sure,” He nods, studying your face, “you want to get in the back?” 

Your hands tighten on Mingi, “Do I have to?” 

Yunho’s brows knit together in confusion. 

“It’s not safe with both of us in the front seat, babe,” Mingi offers softly, “and someone could pull us over,” 

You don’t know why, but that idea makes you deeply upset, almost unsettled, and you feel tears prick at your eyes. 

Noticing your distress, Mingi offers an alternative, “I’ll come sit in the back with you,” 

“No,” You shake your head sharply, hand darting out to grab Yunho’s forearm. 

Yunho glances up at Mingi, something imperceptible in his expression, but then he looks back to you, “Honey,” he says softly, incredibly gently, “when is your heat due, again?” 

“A couple of weeks,” You remember the exact thought you had this morning looking at your pill pack of suppressants, “we’ve got time,” 

You squirm again in Mingi’s lap, cheeks flushed with warmth, and Mingi gently touches your chin to draw your eyes up, “You sure about that?” 

“Yeah,” You nod, “I just missed you, it’s just, I’m not in heat,” 

Mingi’s opposite hand slides from your hip across your low belly, hand splayed wide and possessive across your abdomen, and you feel the snap response of your body; perfume blooming thick in the air, and you moan and twitch at the sudden contact. 

Yunho’s eyes widen. 

“Oh fuck,” You shiver, “oh, Jesus, am I in heat?” 

“Breathe,” Mingi soothes you, rubbing your abdomen softly and kissing your hair, “it’s okay,” 

Yunho reaches across the car to touch your cheek, his cool hand feeling so good against your skin, “You’re running a mild temperature,” 

A whine bubbles out of you. 

“Yunho,” Mingi says calmly, shifting you on his lap until you’re properly positioned with your back to his chest, “get us home,” 

Yunho nods, “Buckle her in,” 

Mingi stretches the seat belt around both of you and clicks it into place.

”It’s early,” You shiver, your body starting to clench and tighten. 

“I think Woo’s heat this close to yours triggered a spike,” Mingi murmurs, soothing you with his broad hands, “it’s too quick of an onset for real heat,” 

The car’s moving, but it all feels kind of blurry around you, “Feels real enough,” 

“We’ve got you,” Yunho assures you, his hand steady on your thigh as he weaves through the back streets of Seoul to make it home. 

The first strong pulse rocks through your core, and slick pools in your panties, “Fuck,” 

“Shh, shh,” Mingi’s hands travel over you, kisses on your temple, “we’ll be home soon,” 

Your hands find his thighs, gripping the fabric of his sweats, “Want my nest,” 

Yunho grins, looking down at you, “Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” You bite down on your cheek, trying to breathe through the sudden onset of pain and arousal thrumming through you. 

Yunho keeps his eyes on the road, but his hand cups the back of your head, soothing fingers on your scalp, “I love you,” he says with warmth and pride, “I’ll get you home, just hold on for a few minutes,” 

You nod into his hand, but another cramp rips through you and you whimper, “This is too fast,” 

“Definitely a spike,” Mingi soothes you, “go easy, babe, breathe,” 

Your body aches, skin hot and tight, and you fumble for the zipper on your hoodie, “Need this off,” 

Mingi takes over, unzipping the hoodie and opening it up, helping as you try to shimmy it off your arms while still being buckled to him. 

“Mingi,” You whine as you settle back on his chest, panicked emotion pulsing through you, “what’s happening?” 

“You’ve had spikes before, right?” His hands close over yours, trying to still your panicked movements. 

Of course you had, they’re not uncommon at all, but it doesn’t change the fact that in this headspace with how fast it came on, your emotions are thrumming through you fast and hard like you were just dropped directly into the center of your heat. It makes your heart pound, your hands shake, and your head, your head is so dizzy. 

“They come on fast and leave fast,” Yunho notes, downshifting and pressing the gas, “you’ll be just fine,” 

It’s easy for him to say, but you’re the one swimming through a pool of overstimulation. The car too loud, the light too bright, the fabric of your shirt too scratchy. 

A panicked sob bubbles in your throat, “Mingi,” 

“Right here,” He wraps his arms around you more tightly. 

“I’m dizzy,” Your breath comes in little fits and starts. 

“I’ve got you,” He promises. 

“We’ll be back to your nest so soon, sweetheart,” Yunho says, and you feel the way the car surges forwards. 

“Too fast,” You manage again, “it’s too fast,” 

“Omega,” Mingi’s voice is warm, close to your ear now, “close your eyes for me,” 

You press them closed, hands still white knuckled on his pants. 

“Trust us,” He soothes softly, “just listen to the sound of my voice. Nothing else is here, okay? It’s just you and me and Yunho, and we’ve got you.” 

You answer him with another hitched breath as you try to center yourself through the fast moving waves of sudden heat. 

It takes fifteen minutes to get home, and Mingi softly speaks to you the entire time. He holds you close, soothing you with just the sound of his voice, talking about everything and nothing at all. 

When you’re home, he picks you up against his chest and cradles you to his chest, murmuring to keep your eyes closed while the two of them make short work of getting you inside as quickly as possible. 

You only let your eyes flutter open again when you hear the comforting quiet of your apartment. 

Mingi walks you directly into the nest and Yunho follows close behind. 

A cramp ripples through your belly at the sudden scent of arousal in the room, still thick and lingering from earlier this morning. 

“Here we go,” Yunho says softly, taking off your shoes as Mingi settles you into the mattress. 

You whimper at the touch of his skin, “I’m going insane,” 

“It’s okay,” Yunho slides your sweats and underwear off next as Mingi works on your top. 

“I d-didn’t know I’d react like this,” Your body clenches, a wave of slick rushing forward to prepare you for a knot. 

“We didn’t either,” Yunho says, “but we have nothing to do today but make you feel better, okay?”

You watch as Mingi strips off his hoodie and tank top, giving you a gentle smile. 

Now, stripped bare in the center of your new nest, all you have to do is whimper and you watch as both of your alphas drop back to their knees for you. 

“We got you,” Yunho’s hand smooths over your skin from the curve of your foot up your calf, your knee, your inner thigh, “don’t we Mingi?” 

Mingi mimics his movements, his hand finding a home on your opposite thigh, “‘Course we do,” 

You nod, flushed and frantic, “Please, please,” 

They’re hands push you open wide, and Yunho sighs, “Oh, baby, you’re so wet,” 

You could tell even before they undressed you, your inner thighs were sticky with slick, and you can feel it pulsing and dripping between your thighs. 

“Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” Mingi says appreciatively, fingers grazing your mound. 

“Touch me,” You whine, “please,”

  Yunho licks his lips, his index and middle fingers settling on either side of your slit, pressing open to reveal all of you. 

You’re panting under them, your cunt spasming with need. 

Mingi smirks, this thumb finding the apex of your cunt, pressing down and dragging up to effectively pull back the hood over your tender clit, “Look at that,” he sighs, his eyes hungry for it. 

“Mm,” Yunho slides a little lower in the bed, “your little clit is so swollen, pretty girl,” 

Your hips buck, but their hands on your thighs keep you folded open and in place. 

“Aw,” Mingi teases, “it’s throbbing,” 

Your hands fist the sheets, “Please,” 

“Needy girl,” Mingi murmurs. 

They haven’t even touched you yet, not properly, but you feel like you could combust. Your breath is coming in sharp pants, and you squirm under them in hopes that they’ll finally, finally give in and give you what your body so desperately craves. 

“Come here,” Yunho says, and you blink, looking down at him to see where he wants you. 

You realize in a snap though, his words weren’t meant for you, and you watch Yunho and Mingi both sidle down onto their fronts between your splayed thighs. 

Their fingers spread you open and you shudder, “Oh my god,” 

“Soaking wet,” Mingi sighs, his warm breath tickling your inner thigh. 

“Making such a mess,” Yunho agrees, and then you feel his finger brush a line from your clit to your entrance, teasing your hot center with just the slightest bit of pressure. 

A cramp ripples through you and you whimper, “I need,” you swallow, trying to clear some of the dryness, “I need more, please, I can’t wait,”

“She can’t wait,” Yunho observes, kissing your thigh. 

Mingi hums, “I don’t know if I can either,” he says, “look at her,” 

Your hips buck again, and they exchange words you can’t quite hear through the blood rushing in your ears. 

The next thing you feel sends you arching in the sheets with a shout as both of their tongues swipe a hot line through your folds. 

It’s the hottest thing you’ve ever felt, but when you look down, it’s surely the hottest thing you’ve ever seen, that much is clear. Each of them has one hand hooked under a knee and folding you open like you’re a meal. Mingi grips your ass cheek with his free hand, effectively lifting you to their mouths, while Yunho’s opposite hand is still between your legs, holding your pussy open wide, the pad of his middle finger teasing your hole with tiny brushes. 

Pleasure sparks and blooms in waves through your body, and your eyes roll when you hear them groan, hands tight on your skin, the sides of their faces pressed together so that they can both get the access they need to your cunt. 

“Tastes so good,” Mingi pants as he takes a breath, his hips rolling once against the mattress. 

“Feels so good,” You pant, breath sharp in your chest. 

Mingi pushes into you with the firm muscle of his tongue, little thrusts into your sweet spot, and Yunho shifts to closing his lips over your sensitive clit, sucking sharply in rhythmic bursts. 

With a gasp, one hand flies down to knot into his hair, your hips rocking back and forth to get every ounce of feeling coursing through your body. 

“Oh, oh,” You moan, sounds staccatos with every suck and thrust, “oh, yes, yes,” 

Yunho sucks a sharp breath in through his nose and buries himself closer, Mingi following in tandem, both of them losing themselves in the lewdness, every wet sound, every moan, their own hot skin against each other. 

“So hot,” You moan, craning your neck to watch them pleasure you, “god, I’m so lucky,” 

Yunho groans, his hand landing in the center of Mingi’s back to brace himself, both of their tongues together now as they work your throbbing pussy. 

When Mingi moans at the contact though, the air shifts. 

Something changes, an initial accidental connection of their lips, and then all at once they’re snapping together like magnets, heady wet kisses that leaves Yunho’s hand slipping off your thigh and Mingi moaning into his best friend’s mouth. 

“Oh shit,” Mingi pants, but he doesn’t pull away. 

Yunho sinks into him, his hand cupping Mingi’s cheek now, their tongues tangled, bodies pressing more together between your trembling legs. 

Your fingers find your clit in a second, rubbing firm circles as you watch them in awe, your mouth hanging open and your body tightening up with more arousal. You don’t know where this is going, but all you know is that it’s good, you can see that in the smile on Yunho’s lips and the dopey pleasured haze in Mingi’s eyes. 

“Oh, fuck,” Yunho groans as their hips connect between them, “Jesus, you’re so fucking hard,” 

Mingi pants a laugh, “Uh-huh,” is all he can manage before pulling Yunho into another frantic kiss. 

Hot need sparks through you, and you rub yourself faster, a whine pulling sharply from your chest. 

The sound of your whine breaks them apart suddenly though, and Yunho’s head snaps up to you, “Oh, jagi,” he looks pained, “sweetheart, I’m sorry,” 

“D-don’t stop,” You shudder, “I just, I just,” 

Thoughts don’t come, you’re just a wet mess, reaching desperately for an orgasm you can’t quite touch on your own. 

Yunho and Mingi share a fast, heated glance, but Yunho shifts back and then you watch as he pushes his hand into Mingi’s hair, “Help our girl,” he says breathlessly, pushing his head forwards, “she needs to come,” 

Without a word, Mingi wraps himself around your thighs and pushes away your hand, his tongue diving back to work on your aching clit. 

Yunho watches, stepping out of the bed to shuck off his clothes, and your mouth waters as you see his cock spring free from his boxers, hard and leaking beads of precum. 

You reach for him, beckoning him back into the nest, needing both of them close. 

“I’m here,” He soothes, shuffling back between your thighs on his knees, “come for your Alpha, sweet girl,” 

You moan, arching, pushing your pussy into Mingi’s hungry mouth. 

“That’s it,” Yunho coaches, “she likes that, just like that,” 

Mingi doubles his efforts with his tongue and your muscles start to lock up, the knot in your belly tight and hot. Your mind spins as you watch Mingi moan into you, Yunho pulling Mingi’s sweats and boxers off in two smooth tugs. 

“I’m c-close,” You pant, the now familiar pressure growing in your belly, “Mingi, baby, I’m g-gonna, oh god, I’m, I’m,” 

“Come,” Yunho holds your gaze, “come, let go,” 

It slams into you, your body jerking sharply on its own, clear fluid pulsing out of you, and Mingi pulls back to rub at your clit and prolong the pleasure, covering himself in your slick wetness in the process. 

“Oh, baby,” Yunho says appreciatively, “good girl,” 

Your mind is still exploding with little pops and sparks of pleasure, body shuddering, but you watch as Mingi pulls away, his chest flushed dark pink and shining with your slick. 

Yunho tugs him without any hesitation, crashing their mouths together once more. 

Mingi’s one hand flies to Yunho’s waist to brace himself, the other still anchored on your inner thigh, and he moans sharply at the contact. 

Yunho leans back with a groan though, finding your eyes, “Jagi,” he says, voice low with desire, “you taste so sweet,” 

You shiver, words failing you. Normally after an orgasm like that you’d be at least a little sated, but instead you’re thrown back into the deep end of your heat spike. A desperate sound slips from your lips, and your eyes are shiny with pleasured tears. 

“More?” Yunho asks, already knowing the answer. 

You nod, canting your hips, begging with your body language.

“Does it hurt, babe?” Mingi takes in your expression, his hand smoothing over your skin. 

As if your body can hear him, a cramp ripples through you and you jerk, hands flying to your tense abdomen as you nod. 

“I’ve got her,” Yunho slides closer to you, “sweetheart, I’ve got you, okay?” 

“Y-Yunho,” You sob, “please,” 

He doesn’t wait this time, doesn’t tease, he just pushes two fingers deep into your pulsing channel and curls his fingers to find your g-spot. 

 You moan low, back arching. 

His other hand covers yours, holding it tightly and keeping it situated solidly over your lower stomach where the cramps were pulsing just a moment before. When he starts to pulse his fingers, a steady pumping rhythm that drags against your sweet spot, you surrender completely to it all and go limp, letting him draw out your pleasure with precise pumps of his long fingers. 

Mingi laces his fingers with your other hand, leaning forward to press a kiss to the back of your knuckles, “That’s it, pretty omega,” 

“Fuck,” You arch, hips aching from pressing yourself open even wider. 

Yunho pushes a third finger into you without warning and you gasp. 

“Mingi,” Yunho says, his voice a pant, “clit,” 

“Yeah,” He replies, hand breaking from yours and thumb locking over your pulsing nub. 

A hot knife of pleasure slices through your body as he starts to rub, your mind a shuddering mess, babbled pleas on your tongue. 

Mingi’s fingers rest over Yunho’s hand and yours, and it feels like the temperature in the room has gone up and up with the way you’re all slick with sweat and getting lost in this cloud of need. 

The knot of pressure is back, and you keen, “Gonna come,” 

“Yes,” Mingi sighs, “come babe,” 

You moan. 

“Come omega,” Yunho says, his voice breathless as he works his fingers into you, “come babygirl,” 

“N-need it,” You beg. 

“Make a mess, jagi,” Yunho presses down over your belly, “that’s it,”

“Come,” Mingi demands softly, and your body complies.

Your body jerks on its own, the rush of your release hitting even harder than before and you crack open under their combined hands, legs trembling and body shaking as you sink into the pleasure. 

“Oh,” Yunho chuckles appreciatively, “good shivers,” 

“So beautiful,” Mingi breathes. 

Their hands slow just before things get sharp and overstimulated, and through the haze you feel them settle your legs back down and soothe you with soft touches. 

“Hey,” Mingi’s voice has you blinking your eyes open, but you see he’s not talking to you, “uh,” 

Yunho brushes back Mingi’s hair, “It’s us,” he reminds him, “everything together, right?” 

Mingi nods, a relieved breath sighing out, “Right,” 

“It felt good,” Yunho continues gently, his hand shifting to cup Mingi’s cheek, “you feel good,” he corrects. 

Mingi nods.

“It feels right to me,” Yunho confesses quietly. 

Mingi manages a small nod, “Yeah,” he says, “me too,”  

Slowly, you shift up in the bed, pulling Yunho’s blanket around your body but careful not to disturb their moment. On their knees in the center of your nest, they come to this new truth quietly and with surprising ease. 

“We’re okay,” Yunho offers softly. 

Mingi nods again, but you see the way he’s fidgeting with his hands, nervous and unsure on his thighs. 

It’s quiet for a beat, and then Yunho dips forwards to press their lips together. 

It stirs something inside you to see them so intimately close, but it also feels like another link in the chain of your pack connecting and getting stronger, and your chest warms with affection. 

Their lips part, eyes studying each other, and Mingi smiles, “This is weird,” 

“Bad?” Yunho checks affectionately.  

“Good,” Mingi corrects, “weirdly good,” 

Yunho smiles, nodding, “Yeah,” 

Mingi takes a breath and leans away a little so he can look down to you, “Our girl seems to think so too?” 

“M-me?” You stumble over the word. 

“Yes, you,” Mingi slides down into the bedding on your one side, “come here, how are you feeling?” 

“Okay,” You snuggle into him, “love you,” 

“Love you too, baby,” He kisses your forehead. 

Yunho settles on your other side and wraps an arm around you both, sandwiching you tightly together, “Do either of you need anything?” 

You reach and find his hip, tugging him, “Closer,” 

He shifts in, and Mingi covers you all in the blanket. 

“How’s the spike?” Yunho kisses your hair. 

You snuggle more into Mingi’s chest with a murmured reply that doesn’t make sense, you’re just feeling soft and sated. 

“y/n,” Mingi’s voice is soft, a knuckle brushing against your cheek, “talk to us, baby,” 

“She came hard,” Yunho kisses your bare shoulder, “give her a minute,” 

“I’m okay,” You blink, stretching your limbs between them, “little dizzy,” 

Yunho intertwines your hands and gives you a squeeze, “We’re right here,” 

A wave of emotion passes over you and your hands tighten, “Stay close?” 

“Not going anywhere,” He assures you. 

Your fingers grip down on Mingi’s chest, “A-are we sure I’m not in heat?” 

“You know your body,” Mingi says, “but I don’t think so,” 

You sniffle, trying to clear the potential wave of tears you’re suddenly feeling. It’s like someone cranked all your hormones to eleven, and you’re ping ponging between every feeling in a normal heat at record speed, all at once. 

“No pre-heat,” Yunho kisses you again, “and this came out of nowhere, it’s going to clear up soon, sweetheart,” 

You nod, biting your lip to keep from crying. 

“Plus,” Yunho offers softly, “heat spikes usually have high highs and low lows,” 

He’s been doing his research, and that’s the thought that inexplicably makes a sob bubble out of your chest. 

“Oh, babe,” Mingi shushes you, rocking you gently, “you’re okay,” 

“I feel crazy,” You admit, “I was f-fine this morning,” 

“Mhm,” Mingi soothes, “and you’ll be fine again after a knot,” 

“I’m not ready for my heat,” You feel panicky, stressed at all the things that come with that. 

“Breathe,” Yunho rests a palm over your chest and with a push presses your back to his chest, “breathe deep with me, okay?” 

As Yunho draws in a long breath of air, Mingi finds your palm and rests it over his chest, matching Yunho’s breathing rhythm so that they’re cocooning you in the same, steady pattern. 

“There we go,” Yunho nods against your hair as you exhale, “now, breathe in,” 

You draw in a long breath, Mingi nodding in encouragement. 

“Out,” Yunho prompts, and you all let the breath go. 

“Again,” Mingi says softly, and you all sync once more. 

“Keep breathing with Mingi,” Yunho says softly, “good girl,” 

Your tears have faded, the panic in your chest starting to subside. 

“This is just a spike,” Yunho murmurs, “and I know it feel scary and overwhelming, but remember where you are,” 

His warm words start to settle you and you take another breath in time with Mingi. 

“You’re home, safe in your nest,” Yunho rests his cheek against your hair, “safe with your pack,” 

You manage a nod. 

“We love each other,” He says tenderly, “we’re here to take care of you, of each other,”

Mingi nods, “We won’t let your be in pain,” he adds, “or be alone, we’re here,” 

“Another breath,” Yunho murmurs, taking an exaggerated inhale to model it for you, “in, in,” 

You follow it, until your lungs expand as much as they can. 

“Good,” Yunho says, “out,” 

You let the air go in a controlled exhale, things feeling steady again. 

“Feeling better?” Mingi kisses you. 

“Yeah,” You breathe, “I’m sorry, everything’s just so overwhelming,” 

“It’s okay,” He kisses you again, “that makes sense for a spike,”

“You’re right,” You sigh, logic starting to click in your brain as the panic passes, “definitely a spike.” 

“I wasn’t too rough, was I?” Yunho asks, peppering kisses along your neck and shoulder, referring to the casual way he opened you up on his fingers not even ten minutes ago.

  You shake your head, “Felt so good,” 

Yunho hums warmly. 

You all cuddle close a little longer, and then you pull both of their hands in so you’re all twined together, Mingi and you palm to palm, Yunho’s larger hand closing over both of yours tenderly. 

“I do like this,” You confess, “whatever’s happening here,” 

“Yeah?” Mingi asks, but you notice the blush on his cheeks. 

“Mm,” You sigh, offering a little more quietly, “I used to worry I was going to hurt your friendship,” 

“You did?” Yunho looks down at you. 

“I knew I was in love with you both,” 

They’re quiet, taking in your words. 

“I never wanted to come between you,” You murmur, kissing Mingi’s chest, “but I also knew I couldn’t choose,” 

“Oh, pretty girl,” Yunho softens, his body cradling yours. 

“Having you both, and like this? It’s a dream,” 

Mingi nods and draws you both in tighter with an arm. 

“Listen,” Yunho kisses your shoulder, “I’ve only felt my whole world change twice in my life.” 

His thumb strokes a warm line over you and Mingi’s combined fingers. 

“First was when we met in school,” He says to Mingi, “I just knew we were always going to be in each other’s lives somehow,” 

Mingi nods. 

“The second was when you started at the studio,” Yunho confesses into your hair, “I wanted you the moment I saw you,” 

“Me too,” Mingi murmurs. 

“This pack,” Yunho confesses, “you’re it for me, for as long as I’m breathing.” 

Warmth blooms in your chest. 

“It took us too long to get here, but now that we’re here, I’m not letting you go,” Mingi says softly, “either of you.” 

Shifting in their arms you pull Mingi’s mouth down to yours and kiss him warmly, pouring every ounce of emotion into the kiss before rolling to the side and pulling Yunho in just the same. As you break apart, Mingi reaches across the space between you and kisses Yunho once more, an amused laugh on both their lips as they break apart.

“I like our little pack,” You grin up at them. 

Yunho smiles earnestly, looking more relaxed and content than you’ve ever seen him, and he tugs the covers back up over the three of you, cozying you all in the nesting blankets. 

“Any questions about who’s prime, now?” Mingi grins, nudging Yunho’s side. 

You giggle, but Yunho doesn’t find any words. 

“Yu,” Mingi says affectionately, “you’ve been taking care of me our whole lives, now you’re taking care of your pack, it’s a good thing,” 

Yunho nods, but deflects the attention a little, “Easy to do when we found such a perfect omega,” 

“Please,” You roll your eyes, but your belly flips at his words, the low ache in your gut returning at the sound of your designation. 

“I don’t lie,” Yunho murmurs, a little teasing edge to his voice. 

You hiss softly as Mingi squeezes your hip, feeling your body responding like clockwork. The back to back orgasms gave you a little break, but the heady feeling of your mini heat starts to swim over you again. Your nipples harden against Mingi’s chest where you’re pressed together, and you feel another rush of slick between your thighs. 

“Mm,” You reach for Mingi’s shoulders, “hold me,” 

Mingi lets you press yourself against him, but he chuckles, “We can’t get any closer, babe,” 

“I can think of one way,” Yunho says with an audible smirk, and you feel his hand slide under your thigh to start to part your legs. 

Mingi picks up on the movement, drawing you knee up onto his hip to open yourself up again and you sigh pleasantly into Mingi’s neck. 

“Yeah?” He croons. 

They shift seamlessly on either side of you, adjusting so that their hips are lined up perfectly with yours, and then you feel it, the hot sensation of their cocks just resting on your inner thigh. 

Need thumps inside you and you push your hips down, seeking stimulation. 

“Let me,” Yunho leans back, trying to angle himself, but it leaves a cool gap between your bodies and you whine sharply. 

“Stay!” You reach back for him, frantic. 

“Right here,” He soothes, pressing against you tightly again, “we’re both right here, little omega,” 

Your heart is fluttering in your chest, and your nails grip Mingi’s shoulders, “Please,” 

“Tell us what you want, baby,” Mingi murmurs, hands gentle on your skin. 

You take in a deep breath of them, chocolate and smoke and wet earth, shivering between them, “Just want to feel you,” 

“Feel us where, jagi?” Yunho murmurs. 

“Everywhere,” You confess. 

Keeping you tight between them, they kiss whatever parts of your skin they can reach, and it isn’t long before your stomach tightens again with need. 

Slowly, rock your hips, seeking the friction of them. 

Mingi hums in pleasure, pressing his hips up to nestle his cock against your slick folds. 

You reach behind you with one hand, finding Yunho’s hip and sliding your fingers over his backside, pressing against his skin to communicate what you want so badly. 

He groans as his cock slides up against you too. 

Your hips roll on their own, hungry little juts of your hips to try and feel them, hot and hard and pulsing against the slick heat of your cunt. 

It’s impossible like this to know whose cock is whose, which one of them is dragging along your clit, which one is nudging against your entrance, all you know is that it feels good. 

A cramp pulses in your belly and your movements grind to a halt. 

“Fuck,” Mingi hisses. 

“Inside,” You pant, “knot,” 

They don’t have to discuss it, you feel the shift between your thighs and the way they adjust without leaving you. 

A thick cock spears you open and you gasp sharply, and when Mingi shudders in your arms you know it’s him that’s inside you. 

He thrusts a little, getting himself seated in the perfect spot, and you moan, fingers lacing into his hair. 

“You’re so fucking hot,” Mingi pants, “oh, Jesus,” 

“More,” You grip Yunho’s hip again, “more,” 

“Fuck,” Yunho’s hand rubs a line up your thigh and then he kisses your shoulder, “you want me too?” 

“Inside,” You nod, frantic for it. 

“Alright,” He murmurs, “okay, baby,” 

His fingers dip between your thighs, gathering slick and swiping it over his cock, and then with slow movements he probes to find the right spot. 

It’s slippery though, slick and messy, and his cock catches on the rim of your already stretched channel. 

You gasp sharply, and he pushes in just a little with a nudge of his hips. 

Impossibly, you feel yourself stretch wider. 

“Fuck,” Mingi shakes his head, “wrong hole,” 

Yunho groans, his hips shifting back just enough that you start to lose the stretching sensation, but with it goes the sudden flush of pleasure that it sent up and down your body in a cascading wave. 

You whine, shaking your head, “No, no, don’t go, please, please, that feels so good,” 

The delicious pressure returns, “Baby, are you sure?” 

“Yes,” Your voice is hoarse but clear, your need perfuming in the room. 

“Hold her,” Yunho instructs, and Mingi’s hands grow solid on your back and your thigh. 

“Slow,” Mingi pants, and you realize through the blooming fog of your own want that he can feel this too. 

With deliberate patience, Yunho allows the head of his cock to press inside your cunt, sliding slowly along the back seam of Mingi’s rock hard length like a guide. Your slippery wetness from the heat spike makes the slide easy, but it’s still a snug fit for Mingi’s cock, let alone both of them.

  “How’s that feel?” Yunho checks before he moves another muscle. 

“So fucking good,” You nod, “more, please,” 

“Okay, baby,” Yunho shudders, adjusting his hands so that one is anchored on your waist while his other arm remains a steady cushion under your head, his hand on Mingi’s neck for purchase. 

This time, he thrusts, and you and Mingi both see stars, holding each other and stifling each other’s pleasured sounds in a sudden, heady kiss. 

“Almost there,” Yunho pants, and then he rolls his hips once more, the stretch blooming into something completely new. 

“God, oh my god,” Your head falls back, against Yunho’s shoulder. 

“Doing so good,” Yunho praises you softly, “aren’t you omega?” 

Your cunt clenches hard around both of their cocks and they groan. 

“Taking both of your alphas in that pretty pussy,” Yunho sighs, kissing your head, “aren’t you?” 

“Y-yes,” You sigh, trembling, “oh God, is this real? You’re both inside me?” 

Yunho nods, his cheek brushing against yours. 

“Is it too much?” Mingi checks, his thumb stroking your thigh where he has you held open. 

“No,” You sigh, smiling, “I just feel so full,” 

Yunho hums, pleased, “Good girl,” 

You shiver in their arms and Mingi’s hand slides to travel over your skin, coasting over your hip, your waist where Yunho holds you, over the swell of your breasts and down your stomach. As his hand passes over your abdomen he sucks in a sharp breath, “Holy shit,” 

You blink, lifting your head to meet his eyes. 

“Is that?” Mingi’s fingers ghost over your belly, and then he reaches for Yunho’s hand, dragging it from your waist to your front, tucking it in the small space between your bodies, “Feel,” 

Yunho slides his hand across you, sending goosebumps erupting across your skin. His touch slows though just below your navel, passing back and forth over the slightest distension. 

“Yeah,” Yunho breathes, “fuck,” 

Heat sparks in Mingi’s eyes and he tugs you in to crash his lips to yours, “So perfect,” he pants, “taking us so well,” 

Your core flutters, clenching and relaxing on them again, and Yunho presses down over the spot on your stomach. 

Hot pleasure licks up your spine, a sharp zing from the deepest parts of you straight up through your chest and your lips break from Mingi’s to moan sharply, “Oh f-fuck,” 

“Need to move,” Mingi groans, “please,” 

“Fuck me,” You nod, letting yourself go limp in their arms, “do it, I can take it,” 

They exchange a quick look over you, a silent conversation about how they’re going to manage this, but when they move they move together. 

They start with a little pulse, a slow pull out just a few inches and an even slower push back in. It’s perfect, divine, something you know you’ll be begging for again and again after today is long over. Feeling them like this, it’s unlike any pleasure you’ve ever touched. 

Your bodies move in tandem, a sensual dance just for the three of you. Shallow thrusts, their cockheads nestled together in the deepest parts of your cunt, your body rocking, grinding, acting on pure instinctual bliss. 

When you beg for more, Mingi sinks in deep and locks his hips in place, giving you a firm body to hold onto while Yunho adjusts his position and starts to drive into you with more force and longer strokes. 

Mingi curses at the sensation, his chest blushing pink and eyes hazy, “This feels insane,” 

You nod, moaning and gripping his shoulders. 

“Y-Yunho,” Mingi pants against your lips, “you feel so good,” 

Yunho shudders, his hips stuttering in their pace for just a second as he groans, “Fuck,”

Mingi kisses you deeply, tongue flicking along yours as you hold onto each other, “God, pretty girl, you’re still so tight,” 

You can barely respond, just an incoherent mess of staggered moans. 

Yunho’s hand locks back over your belly, “That’s it,” he pushes his hand down, “let us hear you, baby,” 

Your eyes slam shut tightly, nails digging into your alpha’s shoulders as a pleasured scream rips from your lips, tears pricking at your eyes. 

Yunho groans again, fingers flexing over your abdomen, his palm centered over the place that stretches and contracts with every hot thrust. He keeps pressure there, and drags in a ragged breath, “That’s it,” he moans, “look at you both taking it so good,” 

You and Mingi moan in tandem, your forehead pressed to his. 

Your orgasm rushes to the surface in a surprising wave and you jerk in their tight hold, “Gonna,” you manage, “oh f-fuck,” 

Mingi’s hand tightens on your thigh, his mouth hot on your forehead as you shudder, “Come, just like that,” he begs you, “come for your alphas,” 

“Yes, yes,” You feel it, just in reach, just the edge of pleasure creeping through your body. 

Yunho presses down again over your lower belly, his fingers dangerously close to your clit, and you fall apart, ears ringing and brain snapping in white hot pleasure. 

“Oh, oh,” Mingi moans, scrambling, his hand sliding down Yunho’s sweat slick side as he tries to communicate through his own sudden rush. 

“Knot,” The word slips out of you, “knot, alpha, please, please,” 

The desperation in your voice leaves them both dizzy. 

The rest happens in what feels like a split second to your mind as you ride out the waves of your pleasure. Yunho draws his cock out with a hiss, and Mingi’s arms wrap tight around you, holding you to his chest as he pumps his hips up hard, his knot sliding in and swelling to lock in place. 

You whine at the sudden sensation, at the loss of Yunho, at the blinding extension of your orgasm, and then Yunho moves and all your nerves explode like a live wire. 

With a choke, hands shaking against your body, Yunho’s cock nudges at the tight ring of muscle of your ass and slides home, his cock still dripping well enough with your slick to make the slide smooth. 

You’re a panting mess, words flooding off your tongue you don’t even register except you think you’re begging for more, chanting their names, holding onto them for dear life as another wave of pleasure rises up and crashes down over you. 

Dazed, Mingi grinds his hips up, and you feel the warmth of his release spreading deep inside. 

“Oh, god,” Yunho shudders, losing himself entirely as he pumps his cock hard and fast into your ass, “oh, g-god,” 

All it takes is a second, one perfectly angled thrust, and when Yunho pumps his hips one last time, you feel his knot push in, stretching you to your limit and locking in place. 

Mingi takes in a sharp breath, and your own gasp stretches into a hoarse moan, breath thready and quick in your chest. 

Heat rushes inside you once again, and Yunho drops his lips against your hair as he comes, his body shaking behind yours. 

It takes a moment, all of you utterly boneless and trembling, but Yunho’s soft fingers on your jaw bring you out of your daze, blinking your eyes open. 

“Jagiya,” Yunho says, his voice rough in his chest, “are you alright? Are you in pain?” 

“Mm-mm, ‘m so good,” You shake your head, voice a little slurred.

“Holy shit,” Mingi’s chest shudders, his own breath ragged. 

You swim through the sensations, realizing what you’re feeling, and then your lips spread into a smile, “Did you just knot my ass?” 

“Yeah,” Yunho looks a little sheepish, and he kisses your temple, “I didn’t mean to, it happened so fast,” 

“Mm,” You nod. 

“Babe,” Mingi gets your attention, his eyes soft and concerned, “you with us?” 

You blink again, swallowing and shaking your head to clear some of the fog, “I think so,” 

“How do you feel?” He murmurs. 

“Um,” You search your brain for something, but everything’s still sluggish, “pretty fucking perfect,” 

Mingi lets out a breath, and Yunho drops his head to yours, “Oh, fuck,” 

“We’re doing this again,” You laugh softly, leaning into them, “I think I saw God,” 

Mingi laughs earnestly at that, and you shudder at the way his slight movement jostles everything, pressing their still swollen knots against your tender walls. 

“Ah, fuck,” You grip him, “don’t do that, I’m still sensitive,” 

“It still feels good?” Yunho checks. 

“Too good,” You breathe, softening in their arms, “I don’t know if I can come again though,” 

“You don’t feel warm anymore,” Mingi comments, “the spike’s passed?” 

Despite the normal post orgasm fogginess, you feel clear headed, “Yeah,” 

Yunho kisses your shoulder and exhales warmly against your damp skin, “You did beautifully, sweetheart,” 

His softness, his praise, it all leaves you melting. 

Mingi massages little circles into your hips, “When our knots go down, we’ll get you into a nice warm bath,” 

You nod, smiling up at him. 

“It might take a bit,” Yunho huffs a laugh, careful not to jostle you, “you’re so tight around me, jagi,” 

“And I can feel your knot,” Mingi says. 

Yunho swallows tightly, and his hand slides down behind you, reaching between your legs to satiate his own curiosity. You suck in a sharp breath as his fingertips glide over your skin, the connection of his hips tightly to yours and your slick cunt stretched and sensitive around Mingi’s knot. 

Mingi makes a soft sound as Yunho coasts his fingers around the rim, brushing along your tight skin and Mingi’s still swollen knot where it peeks out of you. 

“You’re so stretched,” Yunho breathes, “this really doesn’t hurt?” 

“Mm-mm,” You shake your head, “omega, remember?” 

“A perfect match for our cocks, hmm?” Yunho smiles, his fingers still exploring. 

Heat blooms in your belly, but you just nod. 

“Next heat,” Yunho nips at your shoulder, “I’m keeping you both locked like this for an entire day,” 

Mingi gasps sharply, and you watch his eyes widen, Yunho’s fingers sliding back to brush over his balls, exploring him slowly. 

“Oh,” Mingi’s hips pulse softly, driving his knot deeper and you both moan, “d-don’t, I’ll come again.” 

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Yunho smirks, snaking his other hand out from under your head and tucking it between your bodies, “sweetheart, lean into me, okay?” 

It’s not a question, not really. No matter how soft and gentle Yunho’s tone is, you know a command from your alpha when you hear one, and you lean back into his shoulder so that he can get his hands where he wants them. 

For a second you think it’s a blessing he has such long arms, one hand reaching back behind and under to cup Mingi’s balls, and the other smoothly between your thighs, fingertips pressing down over your tender clit. 

“Grind,” Yunho kisses your shoulder, “use my hand,” 

You shudder, experimentally rocking your hips once, but this position sandwiched between them on your sides is a difficult one, without enough leverage, and it leaves you whining, “I can’t,” 

“Yes, you can,” Yunho nods, “come on, baby,” 

Your eyes connect with Mingi’s and he nods, helping you hook your leg more properly over his hip so you can dig your heel in for leverage, and then he grips the plush curve of your ass and slowly drags you forwards into a grind. 

It’s a collective moan, all three of you sinking into this new feeling together. 

You can’t move much, but it doesn’t matter, little tiny rocks of your hips is enough to grind yourself over Yunho’s fingers and milk Mingi’s knot with your overstimulated cunt, perfect pops of pleasure spreading through you. 

Mingi presses in deep, his knot bumping over your g-spot as Yunho fondles and squeezes him, and in under a minute he’s coaxed a final orgasm out of you both. 

Mingi shudders, another hot rope of his cum bursting inside you, and you tremble into another ecstatic wave, this one softer and more languid than the last. 

“Good,” Yunho croons softly, “oh, feels so good, doesn’t it?” 

All you can do is shiver, whimpering your response, Mingi’s heaving chest bumping against yours with every inhale. 

Yunho’s knot softens first and he gently uncouples your bodies, soothing you gently when you hiss at the sudden loss of him. 

“Shh, shh,” Yunho kisses you shoulder, “I’m not going far, just stay with Mingi, baby,” 

Mingi wraps his arms around you and gingerly rolls onto his back, taking you with him so that you’re perched on his knot and laying across his broad chest. 

Yunho pads out of the room, and Mingi strokes your back with tender care. 

“Mingi?” You murmur into his skin. 

“Yeah?” 

“I love you,” You let your eyes drift shut. 

“I love you too, babe,” He murmurs. 

You drift a little, only coming to when there’s a renewed sound of shuffling feet in the room and Mingi’s knot is soft enough to pull out, holding your hips still as he draws out. 

You groan, eyes fluttering back open. 

You’re messy, dripping and sore, but a warm washcloth passes between your thighs. 

Yunho’s smiling down at you both, a towel slung around his hips though you can tell from his messy hair that he hasn’t showered yet. 

“Hi,” You offer weakly, reaching for him. 

“Hi, baby,” He murmurs. 

You push up on Mingi’s chest, but quickly realize how weak you feel, almost like you ran a marathon, your muscles shaky and your body aching. 

“Okay,” Mingi braces you, “go slow,” 

“Can I,” You nod towards the center of the bed, and they slide you down into your soft nest and onto your back, tucking a blanket around your naked body, “thanks,”

Yunho sinks onto the mattress, passing water bottles to you and Mingi both, “I ordered some lunch too,” he says, “Japanese, some of everything,” 

You melt into the crook of Mingi’s arm and smile, “Perfect,” 

“Is there anything I can,” Yunho starts to say but you shake your head. 

“Just need you close,” You tug his hand, “please come back to bed,” 

He shifts over you, cuddling up on your opposite side, wrapping his arms around you both, “This okay?” 

You nod, and Mingi hums, “It’s nice,” 

“Good,” Yunho pulls the blankets up over the three of you. 

With shaky hands you lift the water bottle and take a long sip of cool water. 

Yunho gently stabilizes your wrist with his hand wrapped around your arm, “You sure you’re alright?” 

“Exhausted,” You confess, letting Mingi take the bottle, “and I can’t feel my legs, but in a good way.” 

Yunho nods. 

Mingi meets your eyes and smiles, “Happy?” 

“Mhm,” You sigh, “I love my nest,” 

“Good,” He smiles. 

“Can we stay in here today?” You yawn, body boneless as you sink into the sheets. 

“Whatever you want,” Mingi nods, “it’s Saturday,” 

You smile, relaxing against them. 

It’s quiet for a bit, but then you yawn again, “You think I’ll spike again?” 

“Probably not,” Mingi replies, “unless you have to see Woo again,” 

You blink your eyes open, “Do you think he’s okay?” 

Yunho nods, “San and Seonghwa are taking good care of him, I’m sure,” 

“And Yeosang seemed good for him,” Mingi offers, “I like him.” 

“Everything seemed okay when he met the guys?” Yunho asks. 

“Mm,” You find his hand, playing with his fingers as you think back, “it was intense, it was like the air was thick,” 

“Hmm,” Yunho nuzzles you, “sounds like your first heat here,” 

“Yeah,” 

“That was intense,” Mingi smiles. 

Your boys keep you tucked in the nest, soothing you through the rest of the day after your sudden spike, but your mind drifts back to your best friend again and again. 

San’s stunned face, Yeosang’s shocked expression. 

Seonghwa’s stumbled words, the way he followed San and Yeosang down the hall like he was being pulled along, the door swinging shut in your face. 

You wonder if Wooyoung was just as curious about you when you disappeared for your heat all those months ago. 

You wonder what kind of new normal would be waiting at the studio for you this time. 

Those thoughts eventually drift though, your own alphas fussing over you for the rest of the weekend. Over the two days you christen the nest another three times, marrying your scents together exactly the way they’re meant to me. 

After weeks of transition, their home is finally yours.

[slightly-knot-insane]

kat kat kaaattttt!!! ( ˶˘ ³˘(ˊᗜˋ*)!♡ hi, lovely!! I hope you’re doing okay. may i ask for a naga bf who loves sunbathing with you?

My dear @vhoorlpool sorry for waiting over a month to get your fic 😭 Doing monstertober overwhelmed me a bit.

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Monstertober 2024 - day 24 [ Animal Impulses ] by @ozzgin

[ m!naga x m!reader ]

content: chocking, breath play (kinda), anal, dp, public sex

Your naga boyfriend simply loves the beach. Throughout the summer, you go to the seaside whenever you can. He loves lying in the sun, relaxing or showing off his beautiful scales. People often approach him, asking to touch him, but he politely declines and proudly announces he's taken.

But it's autumn now, and it's been cloudy for days. He is deeply affected by the lack of sunshine and seems almost depressed. "This is normal for all reptilians, I'm perfectly fine," he always says, and you believe him... but at the same time you really want to help him.

One Saturday, a perfect opportunity presents itself. You take your boyfriend by his hand and lead him outside.

"Where are we going?" he asks.

"It's a surprise," you say with a wink.

Within 2 hours, you stop your car next to your favourite beach. It is surprisingly warm with no wind or cloud in sight. Naga boyfriend is thrilled - he jumps on your back and coils his tail around your hips squeezing you happily. His snake tongue licks your cheek. "You are amazing!"

The beach was full of people enjoying the last warm days of the year, but it wasn't too hard finding an empty spot. You place your towels and lie down. With a big stretch and a happy smile, your beautiful boyfriend hisses from pleasure. The bright sunlight melts over you. But, unlike your boyfriend, you get too hot very quickly and go to take a swim. He is watching you from afar and you enjoy catching glances of his colourful scales reflecting the sunlight whenever he moves.

After cooling down, you get to your spot. "I'll just go quickly change and I'll be right back," you say. Your boyfriend hums something in response.

You find an empty changing room and enter, but as soon as you remove your wet trunks, someone enters the little wooden house. "Just a moment I—" but you're slammed against the wall. You can't move in the tiny room suddenly uncomfortably full.

A familiar hiss flutters around your ear. Something cold is around your leg and on your stomach. Your boyfriend is completely glued to you, hugging you with his tail and hands. "You didn't lock the door."

"What are you doing? W-what if someone sees?" There is panic in your voice.

He roughly turns you around and kisses you. "Who cares," he murmurs. "It's so hot. So nice. And you are so fucking delicious." His eyes are unusually glossy and his words are slightly slurred. You recognize the symptoms - the sudden temperature spike must've messed with his brain a bit.

He slides down your stomach, licking you. "I love your skin and your body hair," he says while kissing your happy trail. With a lustful hiss, he takes your dick into his mouth. His flexible tongue feels so good around your shaft, moving up and down and paying really good attention to the tip. He moans while coiling himself around you tighter and tighter.

"Wait," you pant staring at the tiny window just above your head.

"I don't care about your human modesty," he snaps. "I will fuck you now. If someone wants to watch, let them watch."

You can't fight with him, not when he is licking your cock like a lollipop. You will just have to be as quiet as possible.

He glides his lower body up and toward your face. His slit is only tiny bit open so you lick your fingers and push them inside. Naga hisses and his scales make a very special movement, similar to human goose bumps. You feel around inside his slit until you find his two dicks swollen and pressed hard against each other. While trying to keep your mouth firmly shut despite wanting to moan like a whore, you push open his slit a bit more so that you could thrust your tongue inside. His cocks immediately react to stimulation and, lubricated by your saliva, slowly slide out.

"Fuck," he pants. "I'm so horny. I can't... I need to..." He hisses very loudly and, the next second, you can't move trapped by his powerful body. His tail muscles are so strong that he easily squeezes all air out of you. With sclera turned red and his pupils as thin as needles, you know you are at his mercy. Completely helpless. His prey and toy.

"I will fuck your tight ass so hard," he hisses. "You are my slut. My plaything. I will pump all I have inside your guts."

"Please..." You can barely form words, your chest gripped like a pet toy, but he hears you and moves his head closer. "Fuck me... "

His dicks are already positioned and throbbing against your ass cheeks and thighs. His self-lubricating phalluses easily slide between your cheeks, grinding against your needy anus. Your naga moans once he pushes one of his dicks inside you and lets his other rub between your thighs.

His slick cock feels so good and your inability to move makes you more sensitive. All you can see, smell and feel is he. He is around you and inside you, he is panting and hissing, his scales are rubbing against your skin, scratching you while his cock is pulsating inside you. Your naga boyfriend bites your jaw in a frenzy, pulling you closer, pumping into you. He likes to switch cocks so after every few minutes a different cock drills you. "My slut," he hisses into your neck and you cum the first time with your own cock pressed somewhere underneath his scaly skin. He feels that and chuckles. "More... More... Aah..."

He plays with your body, rubbing against it, and fucking your ass with both of his cocks pushed inside until you climax again. You moan his name and he is again around your neck, chocking you and thrusting hard into your body. He swells and the wood crack around you. A familiar vibration goes though his and your body and he twitches, once, twice and you feel his smooth liquid spraying your insides.

His grip slowly recedes and you can breathe freely again. He nuzzles your neck, his eyes and sclera normal again, smiling in ecstasy. "Oh shit!" A clear panic cracks his voice. "Was I too rough? It was the temperature, the weather, I couldn't control myself, I'm sorry!"

You laugh, stretching your neck muscles. "I don't mind rough, but this changing room is about to fall apart."

With a terrified grimace, your boyfriend tentatively looks at the door. "You think people... saw?"

"Saw? No. But I'm sure they noticed a changing room shaking and hissing."

"Ah yes, well," he laughs. "Well, if anyone asks, we will just tell them it was the heat messing with them."

[periswirl]

We're all familiar with the DP×DC trope of Danny telling Jason he freaking reeks but I raise you this.

Jehovah's Witness Danny

Now he's not actually a Jehovah's Witness. No, he was just tasked with seeking out liminals to ensure their health as the only galfa with some sense; aka the only halfa the Observants could get away with strong arming into doing it. Dani was too young and far too unpredictable, Vlad was a mess, and the less said about Dan the better.

So, Danny. After accepting the role with all the grace of a cat being dragged screaming into a tub of water he set out to check on all the liminals listed. In order to cheer himself up Danny decided he would partake in the best form of cooperation he could.

Malicious compliance

That's how he found himself inside a cave staring down a set of massive steel doors. The ecto signature tracking on the paperwork had led him here. He raised his fist and knocked; imbuing the knock with some ectoplasm to make sure it was heard. His haunting lessons were paying off.

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Jason sat bored in the cave. Bruce had everyone working with Constantine to track some mysterious entity that had popped up in Gotham.

Constantine had felt a huge spike in death energy in the city and teleported over with a quickness Jason wasn't aware the man had.

Jason was preparing to head back home when a knock rang through the cave.

"What the fuck?" Dick whipped wildly towards the cave entrance where the knock had sounded from. No one should even be able to have found the entrance.

Tim was at the BatComputer in record time pulling up the cameras. Outside stood a teenage boy.

"Hello. Do you have time to talk about the fate of your immortal soul?"

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I just love the idea of them looking at the cameras and Danny's just;

WHERE WILL YOUR SOUL GO WHEN YOU DIE? ARE YOU SAVED?

[revelboo]

Dare I say getting sandwiched between TLK Op and TLK Megs? 👀👀

🤣 why not? 🔞 Mass displaced mechs 🌶️ DP implied fem bits

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TLK Optimus x Reader, TLK Megatron x Reader

• When Optimus asked you to help with negotiations, you weren’t sure what exactly you could do to help the huge bot. Especially with his oldest enemy, Megatron. This? Wasn’t even on your long list, though as Megatron’s optics narrow and he pulls against the heavy chains binding him mass displaced, the weird harness attached to him keeping him trapped on his knees at this smaller size, arms spread wide and clawed servos completely encapsulated in steel and concrete, the chains embedded in the wall. But he’s far from safe, you can feel the malice rolling off of him. Those red optics narrowing as Optimus secures the cell door behind him and he turns to a camera high in a corner to signal whoever’s in control to stop recording.

• Mass shifting, Optimus drags you back into his frame, turning you to face Megatron. His oldest enemy and once, a friend. Servos resting against your throat, he nuzzles your cheek. “Show him what’s mine,” he growls, lips brushing your earlobe and you untie the sash on the long covering, letting it fall from your shoulders to bare soft skin. And Megatron’s optics narrow hungrily. Servo hooking under the delicate lace at your throat and draping in crisscrossing layers down your torso, the light catches on the blue and red metal of his claim. Trying to calm his fury that you’re what Megatron had demanded for his cooperation. Wanting to eviscerate the other mech rather than let him touch you. Gently tugging you to the low berth Megatron hasn’t been allowed to use, he sits and pulls you into his lap. Meets Megatron’s optics as he cups you, servos sliding against you, one spearing inside you.

• Venting as Optimus pumps a servo inside you, your thighs hooked over his and spread, Megatron knows this is killing the Prime. That Optimus would rather murder him and lose his intel than let him frag his little bond mate. Smiling lazily to bare his denta imagining Optimus’s pretty Conjunx gift jingling with every thrust as he bends you over and takes you. “What’s wrong, Prime,” he growls. “Afraid your pet will enjoy me better?” Laughing as Optimus glares at him, knowing that if he didn’t have valuable information, he’d just end him. And so far his attempts to torture it out of him have failed, without his medic to snoop in his processor, Optimus is forced to negotiate.

• Breath catching as Optimus keeps stroking you, optics locked on Megatron, you can feel the tension in his frame. Know he hates this. Hates asking this of you. “I want you, too,” you whisper, shivering as the other mech bears sharp denta. What’s wrong with you for wanting to do this? What would your mate think if he knew you’re aroused at the ideal of Megatron chained and helpless, about both of them inside you. And he adds a second servo, pumping them inside you as your hips buck on a gasp. Hearing him growling as you tremble against him and he slips his servos free, nudging you out of his lap as he slides to kneel beside you, sliding his slick servos against you, pressing one inside and stroking, you’ve taken him here before, but you’re still nervous. Know he’s trying to get you ready to take two spikes before going to adjust Megatron’s restraints. Allowing the warlord enough slack to slowly stand.

• “You’re going to have to help me frag your mate if you won’t free me,” Megatron taunts and Optimus grips your hips as the Decepticon frees his spike. “Lift your tight, little conjunx onto my spike.” The warlord laughs and Optimus’s servos tighten on your hips, lifting you. Lining your body up and hearing your shaky whimper when he eases you down and you take Megatron’s spike. “Your mate’s slick for me, Prime.” Releasing his own spike, Optimus rocking himself against your soft skin as Megatron’s hips snap against you. Your head falls back against his shoulder on a moan as Megatron ruts inside you and he keeps you supported while trying to keep you away from the warlord’s sharp denta, because given half a chance, Megatron will tear your throat out to kill him, too. “Such a good little pet,” Megatron taunts, venting loudly and Optimus ignores him, sliding the head off his spike against you and slowly stretching you as you gasp.

• “The information,” Optimus snarls, his own hips lazily rocking and you writhe between them. Shuddering realizing they’re both inside you, Megatron bares his denta. Can feel Optimus’s spike sliding against his own with only a thin layer of you separating Optimus from him and it’s shocking in its intimacy. Realizing he’s unconsciously matching Optimus’s rhythm, that you’re getting louder right before you shatter, fisting his spike. Optimus’s optics locking with his over your head as they both move faster inside you.

• Arching and squirming at the almost uncomfortably full feeling of two spikes stretching you, as soon as you’d relaxed, you climaxed. Hard. And again when Megatron rolls his hips, burying himself deep and grinding to make Optimus snarl. Trapped between them, you wish Megatron’s hands were free, that you could feel both of them gripping you as their hips pump, copying each other’s rhythm, hips snapping urgently against you. And Optimus overloads first, servos bruising on your hips and waist. The feel of him filling you seeming to set off Megatron, his hips pumping wildly before he’s overloading. Until you’re trembling between them and slicked with them, their excess running down your thighs. “The information or I’m fragging it out of you,” Optimus snarls and Megatron’s optics flash.

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# Dcu x Dp 209

Inspired by cluster of cores by @dcxdpdabbles

After running from Danny's home dimension he ends up saving a heros kid, he ends up in a comma afterwards. The Hero's see him transform into a being with poined ears and white floating hair hidden in his hair are a pair of small horns that looked to be made of ice. He has glowing like freckles all over his body he has a slim furry tail with ice like spikes. The heros assume that he is an alien next to him is what appears to be a human little girl clutching a bag and yelling at them to stay away from her father.

The Hero's learned from the child named Ellie that they had to run away from there home to keep her and her baby siblings safe the bag that Ellie is holding has 7 orbs called cores that are her unborn siblings. Her father had used up the last of his spare energy to save the heroes kid and keep them all safe and can't wake up because he has no spare energy left.

The Hero's did not want to risk moving him to the space station in case the teleporal can cuse him or the cores harm. And they can only get so much information from Ellie in what they need to survive how to care for the cores and what is safe and not safe for them, they do learn that even though he is in a coma he is still feeding the cores and is proble the reason he dose not have enough energy to wake up.

For the time being they moved him to a human hospital with medical personnel from the space station, until they can finish remodeling a safe house to house him and his children in.

Sadly someone hears about a new alien that has baby's and is in a coma in an hospital and was able to sneak in and steal the cores now the Hero's are trying to track the cores down and being them back to their father before something bad happens to them, they hatch, or there father wakes.

[these-lovely-monsters]

The Dragon's Pretty Treasure - Part 1

[NSFW | 18+]

Characters: m!dragon x f!reader

Content: kidnapping, mild dub-con, inhuman anatomy, size difference, two dicks, dp, tail action, fluids, koala bear fleshlight

(Note: part 1 is just the setup and only contains kidnapping - aforementioned cws are for the whole story)

Series complete: [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

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Opening your eyes, you blink a few times, trying to adjust your vision to the darkness surrounding you. There is a faint glow that gently illuminates the space around you but everything else is mostly darkness and all you can make out are vague shapes and shadows. Looking around, you see that a small bit of light is coming from some embers in a dying fire next to you. This is definitely not your tiny studio apartment back home.

Where the hell are you?

As you sit up, you rub your eyes, groaning at the stiffness in your joints. From the aches in your muscles, you must have been asleep for a while. Looking down, you realize that you are lying on a bed of what seem to be soft furs or pelts of some kind. A cool breeze drifts in from somewhere and you shiver, realizing that you are also naked. 

What the fuck happened?

But before you can try to rack your foggy brain to figure it out, a giant yellow eye the size of your head blinks open at the edge of the darkness across from you. Yelping in shock, you scramble backwards as the eye rotates to reveal a second one just as large and luminescent. Both eyes have giant slitted pupils and seem to glow in the darkness. Before you can get far, something smooth and cool wraps around your waist, holding you in place. Heart pounding in your ears, you glance down to find that it is a dark green, almost black, appendage covered in scales. Extending from the darkness, it winds around your stomach with the end coming to a tapered point near your navel. It squeezes gently, hard enough to hold you firm but not enough to hurt.

Holy shit, is it a tail of some sort?

Too terrified to move further, you hold your breath and look back up at the giant yellow orbs peering at you from the shadows. Slowly, they begin to draw closer, and you hear heavy, measured thuds echo off the walls. As the eyes approach the dying fire, a massive snout comes into view and then a head the size of a car follows. Your eyes bug as you take in the scaly surface of a face, with ridged brows and a line of spikes running in increasing size from the tip of its snout up and over the back of its head. Two large horns protrude from above its brows and curve backwards towards where you assume its shoulders would be.

When its snout is a few inches from your face, you tremble as its nostrils flare and it inhales deeply. Then it exhales with a low rumbling sound as its hot breath fans across your face, blowing strands of hair off your shoulders.

It’s…sniffing you!

You nearly jump out of your skin when a deep, inhuman voice booms through the cavern and you have to cover your ears from the sheer volume.

“You are awake.”

The voice continues to echo off the walls for a few moments and then silence settles again, apart from the monster’s deep rhythmic breaths and your pounding heart. Slowly, you lower your hands from your ears and realize, belatedly, that it hadn’t moved its mouth when it spoke.

Had it projected its voice or are you just going crazy? Probably just going crazy.

“Where…where am I?” you manage to stammer out.

“My cave,” it rumbles again, softer this time, as if it realized its voice was too loud.

Oh fuck, you are going to die here, cold and naked in this cave.

Beginning to hyperventilate, you start to struggle in the grasp of its tail. 

“Please don’t eat me!” you shout. 

You need to figure out a way to get out of here!

It lets out a low, chuffing sound, which must be a chuckle and says, “I don’t plan to eat you.” And before you know what’s happening, its jaws part slightly and a giant, tapered tongue slips between massive, razor sharp teeth and licks up the side of your neck.

Shit, this monster definitely wants to eat you.

“Why am I here?” you squeak, utterly terrified but trying to keep it talking in the hopes you can figure out an escape plan before it decides it’s done playing with its food.

“I wanted a pretty treasure for my horde.”

A pretty treasure?... Does he mean you?

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I promise there will be smut in part 2!

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

Bonus: here is a size comparison if you're wondering just how big this guy really is...

[letoasai]

dp x dc Chronos Part 4

Part 1 - Previous - Master List

Danny woke up confused, stiff, aching. He didn’t know where he was, but he got the distinct feeling of déjà vu. Honestly, he was used to waking up dead tired. Heh, dead tired. For the last year or two it had even been his normal. 

The bone deep pain however was something he only had every now and then. He had gotten hurt often while trying to protect Amity Park but being seriously injured seemed to be left for special occasions. 

Memories came back sluggishly, and he didn’t exactly delight in them. His father breaking his ribs like he was a twig... Relishing in the pain he supposedly didn't feel...

His mother trying to pin him down like a butterfly on a board was an image he’d like to have erased from his mind forever.  Her weapon trained him him was almost underwhelming. When did he become used to it?

Unfortunately, he needed those horror driven moments. His parents' reaction to him had never been a sure thing before. Only speculation at best. He’d hoped their love for him would override their hatred of ghosts. It was what kept him under their roof. That hope that they’d still love him. 

He’d grown up with borderline mad scientists for parents and he’d always put that notion aside. It was its own box in his head. The Fentons and their questionable science. They’d been mom and dad first. Always, mom and dad first. He’d hoped to be Danny first to them. 

He wasn’t. Now he knew though, and he could free himself from that house and their neglect and dangerous excentrics. When things were safe he’d contact his sister, but he didn’t have parents anymore. Not living, human ones. 

He did have Clockwork though. Clockwork who had been at the right place at the right ‘time’ to save him one more time. He had Frostbite too, who would fret over Danny’s injuries while in the same room, and rage later, away from Danny’s senses. 

There was something overwhelmingly kind about that. Frostbite put Danny first and didn’t make him feel badly about his attachments. He worried more while Danny needed him. His anger could wait for later. 

His human parents hadn’t been much, but at least he had ghost guardians. 

It took a moment, but alarm slowly settled in when he didn’t know where he was. He couldn’t move well, a blanket tucked in tight around him. It was the slowly quickening BEEP BEEP BEEP that spiked his adrenaline but when his eyes cracked open, he wasn’t met with a white ceiling and a very obvious ghost shield. 

The room looked more like a barely used guest ro-.... That déjà vu again. 

Danny looked around, the door had been left cracked open, on his other side… Oh… The curtains were open. Even in his human form, his obsession could easily take root. Space. Was the bed closer to the window than it had been before? Did it matter? He had such a good view. Looking out into the vastness of space could hardly be considered comparable to looking up at it from Earth. It was beautiful and distracting… 

Danny reached up on reflex alone and grabbed the oxygen mask someone had put on him at some point. With a flicker of power he turned it intangible and pulled it off of his face before dropping it on the floor. 

He…ached. It was a literal, bone deep kind of ache and it occurred to him all at once that it was just because he was an idiot. He’d just… transformed. Just like that. Like that was a good idea. Like he wanted to impress Wonder Woman and instead came off as immature doofus with a death wish. 

Death wish… Funny… 

Danny inhaled slowly, feeling the air fill his lungs that were tender around bruised ribs. Bruised but maybe not broken anymore. Healing left him exhausted but the open curtains and the expanse of space before him would help with that. 

“Highness. Danny. You’re awake.” Diana was pushing the door open, looking fairly relieved. He wondered if he’d have even been able to tell if she didn’t have the same stress markers that Jazz had. The small tics and twitches of a woman who was normally so poised and put together. Someone unflappable who in some cases had really seen it all. 

There was the squint to her eyes, the way her shoulders lowered when she walked in and saw him awake. The octave of her voice betraying how tightly wound with worry she’d been. 

Maybe it wouldn’t be so weird to introduce Diana to Jazz some day. He’d probably regret it instantly. They’d likely get along a little too well. 

Wonder Woman came in, dragging the seat closer again and the bed was definitely closer to the window than it had been before. 

“You gave us quite the scare. How are you feeling?” 

“Like i got hit by the GAV.” Danny muttered, inhaling carefully again. “I’m…sorry. That was stupid. I knew better.” 

“I’m quite certain you did, but the concussion you’ve recently sustained probably did not help that.” Diana said, and he was weirdly having a hard time deciphering if she was just politely giving him an out for acting like an idiot or if she really thought a concussion would alter his decision making. 

“I have a concussion?” he asked slowly. 

“You do. Among a myriad of other injuries all in various states of healing.” She gave him a firm nod. “I apologize for bringing medical personnel in here without your permission but you were losing quite a bit of blood and we had very little knowledge to work with. Chronos did say one of your forms healed faster than the other. I understand that better now.” 

Danny winced. “Sorry about that.” He did have a headache but he attributed that to passing out from pain. That and the fact that it was easier in his living form to focus on Diana and not just the space beyond the window. “As long as there’s no experiments or intentions of ripping me apart molecule by molecule, then it’s okay.” 

Judging by the way Diana’s expression darkened, that wasn’t the thing to say. “Is that something you’ve had to worry about in the past? Chronos did say you were removed from your home. Is there anything more you can tell me?” 

“Eh…” Danny made a face. He wanted to sit up properly in bed but he knew that was going to set off a chain reaction of pain and he wasn’t interested in that yet. “Clockwork really didn’t say anything? Figures.” 

“There was one thing he said.” Diana said, after a short pause between them. “He said that you would ask for help if you wanted to.” 

Danny snorted. “Brillant, CW, thanks.” He reached up and rubbed his face tiredly, he could still just barely feel the marks on his cheeks from the mask. “Yeah, it’s a worry. It’s a worry for everyone like me. I’m not a person after all. The US Government says so.” 

“Excuse me?” 

Danny blinked slowly and hopefully hid the way his body tensed. He wasn’t a fool, he knew that tone. Sam had that tone. Val definitely had that tone. It promised hell for someone. “Uh, yeah? The Anti-Ecto Acts? The Ghost Investigation Ward? Did we cross wires somewhere?” Danny paused. “I don’t remember. Did we talk about the fact that i’m dead? You know, Ghost King?” 

Diana’s lips tightened unhappily, and she was sitting more rigidly then he remembered during her last visit. “Yes, Chronos called you the Ghost King. I recall you as well mentioning ghost guardians. It was also impossible to miss your lack of pulse when you arrived, and your sudden pulse returning when you switched forms. Is this normal for ghosts?” 

Danny appreciated the way she kept her voice calm and curious despite the bits of anger he could taste in the air. She wasn’t trying to make this an interrogation but the need to know details would eat at anyone. 

“No. There’s only two others like me. To my knowledge.” he amended. “I’m something else. Half dead and half alive. It’s… yeah, that’s probably why i’m here. I can be in the Infinine Realm no problem, but my living human half needs, you know, a living realm from time to time.” 

He plucked at the blanket around him, not sure where this own nervous energy was coming from. “I’m meant to be a balance. Something like that anyway. I can’t go home so Clockwork…was trying to be helpful by finding me a new one.” 

“Which you have.” Diana said gently, hesitating for only a moment before laying her hand on top of his. “You still have your home with me. That has not changed. If you are in danger however, you are in the right place.” 

“Am i?” Danny asked, trying to make his expression as blank as possible. “You’re the Justice League. You follows laws and…stuff. The law says i don’t feel pain. Says i’m not a sentient being. Says it’s completely legal for me and others from the Infinite Realm to be hunted. That we are free game to be caught, tortured, experimented on and exterminated. Legally, you should be turning me in.” 

“Hah?” It wasn’t a happy sound. “I understand a few of your fears, but Justice will come first. You are talking about the genocide of an entire species. An entire realm.” 

“They did try to nuke us once…” 

Diana’s free hand tightened into a fist. “The Anti-Ecto Acts, yes? We will be looking into them. I’ve little doubt that it is already on the immediate docket. You are obviously an intelligent being. I have witnessed myself the pain you are in. Not only are you a king, and a child, you are my family. I would never turn you in.” 

Danny averted his gaze and looked at the wall, hoping it hid the way his bottom lip trembled. His own mother was happily planning to hand him over. She believed her own biased research. 

He’d known Diana less than a day. Less than a couple hours? “I…” His voice was clogged. 

“You focus on healing.” Diana whispered, squeezing his hand. “Resting. Let me have a turn with this mess.” 

He hiccuped, but he didn’t dissolve into tears. That meant he was holding himself together right? “Y..yeah. Sure.” 

“Are you in pain now?” She asked. “We weren’t sure of your exact biology for all you appear perfectly human. Only mild pain killers were given to you while you were out. Small doses in case there was an adverse reaction.” 

“I dunno.” Danny said quietly. He tried twice to clear his throat. “Maybe. Yeah. I’m so used to it, i don’t know anymore.” He laid there for a moment, too afraid to even move and find out what would tug and pull. “I am, you know, perfectly alive right now so i think i would like a little more pain killers. It was never an option before.”

“I’ll call for a nurse.” Diana said with a nod, hitting a button on the side of his bed that he hadn’t noticed before. 

Danny heaved a sigh, overwhelmed with the direction his day had taken. “Probably better that way. Frostbite says i can’t just hide in my ghost form and expect my human form to heal naturally. He says that should be for emergencies.” The problem with that train of thinking was that it was always an emergency. He couldn’t have just bled all over his bedroom in Amity Park. His parents were oblivious unless it would be a headache for him. He wasn’t going to explain to them that he was bleeding because they’d shot at his ghost form two hours prior. 

“Frostbite?” 

“He’s my doctor. He’s chief of the Yetis.” 

There was something…hilarious about Diana just nodding and mentally filing that information away for later. She didn’t raise a brow or question the existence of yeti’s or anything. She just took him at his word. “Then i imagine he knows what he’s talking about. I wasn’t sure since you were brought to us in your white haired form.”

“Probably because i was brought from the Infinite Realm. I’m obviously liminal and that changes a few things but Frostbite still doesn’t like me to depend on that alone. He treats me like i’m normal.” 

Diana smiled weakly, but the upturn of her lips did express her amusement. “I’m starting to think i will have a new question to ask every time you open your mouth, Highness.” 

“Danny.” He corrected with a small smile of his own. 

“Danny.” Diana agreed. “Your usage of the word liminal?” 

“Oh, uh. Basically death adjacent?” Danny shrugged. “A lot of people in Amity Park are liminal because of their proximity to the portal my parents made. My sister and three of my friends are very liminal. My parents are liminal too though they’ve never noticed. It’s spread through the town.” 

“Portal.” Diana sighed a little. 

Ah, yeah. She was probably right. It was a lot of information when it was only passed on in bits. “Yeah…” Danny muttered. “Maybe you should get a notebook. Write this down…” 

He paused when a nurse came in after knocking. Her smile was friendly but she was clearly there to do a job and not loiter when Wonder Woman was right there. She did greet them both and told Danny how relieved she was that he’d woken up while setting up his IV that would double as both pain control and hydration. 

She didn’t even notice Danny taking the glowing green post-it off her back. He instead just held it in his fist until the nurse finally excused herself. 

It’s a good view. Frostbite will come to you. 

“Cool.” Danny muttered dryly, suddenly exhausted before deciding to eat that note too.

“Yes?” Diana just raised a brow at the action. It was kind of funny how that was the thing that threw her off. She’d been observing the nurse the entire time with a keen eye and had only moved herself to pull out her cell phone.

“Clockwork often communicates via vague ass post-its. I’m taking that one to mean i need to heal as much as i can by my obsession with space before Frostbite shows up to scold me for stupidly hurting myself like that.” Danny heaved a sigh. Frostbite’s disappointed looks could be weaponized. 

“And eating it?” She asked and if Danny wasn’t mistaken, she’d be laughing if she wasn’t so composed.  

“Ectoplasm. The reason the post-it glowed. It’s good for the dead. No sense in wasting it.” Danny offered a one sided shrug, and relaxed back against his pillows. He sagged, rubbing his face tired and glancing out the window. 

He’d love to get some paper and chart out what stars he could see. 

“I guess you have questions? If you really think you can help with the Anti-Ecto Acts and all…” 

Diana had her phone on her lap, ready to take notes. “I think the most pressing question i have…” She leaned a little closer. “How did you sustain your injuries? Who hurt you?” 

Danny frowned, his entire body almost closing in on himself. He should have expected that, but somehow hadn’t. “My parents…”

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Tagging started to get difficult but a bunch of people recommended a master list that i'll update. It's linked at the top ^__^

Also i never planned past part 3 so we're in uncharted territory now.

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Part 1

Ao3

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The moment their lips touch, the feeling of the Pit washes over Jason, drowning out everything around him. They jerk away from each other. Two pairs of toxic green glowing eyes meet.

Jason feels as if he's disassociating as he speaks.

“You’ve died?”

It’s too much.

Everything is too much.

After a week of not feeling much from the Pit except for calmness and contentment, the sudden spike is jarring. All he can think about is how it’s back. He let his guard down, and now the Pit is acting out at full capacity again. Overwhelming his senses. Overwhelming him.

Though it's not rage.

It’s something else…

Joy? Exhilaration? Recognition? Reverence?

He can’t tell. And it doesn’t matter.

It’s back. It’s in control. He can’t help it. He can’t stop it.

But he also can’t let it hurt someone. Not again. He can’t let himself hurt someone. He can’t let himself hurt Danny.

Jason has a gun in his hand.

He hadn’t been aware he had pulled it out. But now he is acutely aware of the gun he has pointed at himself.

His hands are trembling.

 “—How'd it even happen? I didn’t think—“

Danny is rambling on about something. Jason doesn’t listen. He can’t listen. He’s dazed from the Pit madness— Though it’s not really madness at this point, is it?

Insanity? Lunacy? Craziness? Hysteria?

Whatever it is, it doesn’t matter. He can’t see anything but green.

“—so glad we’re the same, this is great news! It makes everything so much easier!—“   

Danny keeps speaking to him.

As he thinks about Danny again, the Pit hones in on him.

Danny.

It all started with him.

The change in the Pit… The change in his feelings…  

The change in him…

Somehow, someway Danny is the focus point. He’s at the center of it all. He knows something. He’s the one that started this— this—

Madness.

Jason wrenches back control over his arm and redirects what he’s aiming at.

He points the gun at Danny.

“—she saw I was her new patient clearly. But hey, th—”

His hands are still shaking.

His vision as green at the Pit.

"What is happening to me?"

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Well fuck.

Danny thinks to himself

Danny is completely still as he gazes in Jason’s direction. He eyes the gun for a second before dismissing it and locking eyes. It’s not like it can seriously hurt him, and it seems to be a comfort for whatever is going on with Jason.

Speaking of…

“Jason—”

Danny gets cut off by a bullet to the leg. He instinctively turns intangible, the bullet getting embedded in the ground underneath him.

It’s silent as they both stare at the spot in the ground the bullet hit.

Danny opens his mouth to speak again but gets cut off but another bullet shot, quite literally, through his leg.

“Jason—“

Jason isn’t listening. Instead, he has pulled out a second gun and shoots that one at Danny as well, getting the same result. He lets out a frustrated sound before dumping both guns on the ground as he grabs another weapon.

“Ja—”

A Batarang through the head shuts Danny back up again. Danny lets out a small breath before just deciding to wait it out.

Jason seems to be considering his weapons before his eyes land on his watch.

“Don’t worry though! While it may look a little dangerous, it’s actually quite harmless to living humans!”

He glances between the watch and Danny a few times. Danny notices this and comes to the same realization. He tenses, and that’s all the confirmation Jason needs.

He aims the watch at Danny.

Danny does not move.

It’s silent for a few tense moments.

“Well? Start talking.” Jason’s voice cuts through the silence.

Danny says nothing for a few seconds, considering where he should start.

“Well, ever since I was born, my parents—” He cuts himself off with a yelp as he quickly moves his legs. The toxic green laser shot from the watch just barely missing his leg and instead singeing the ground between his legs.

“Dude—”

“Get to the point.”

“I’ll have you know this is all very important background information!" Danny pouts for a second before quickly getting back on track when Jason shoots him a look.

“So, my parents are self-proclaimed ecto-biologists. Have been my entire life—”

“The hell is an ecto-biologist?”

“I’m getting to that! You know, interrupting me constantly won’t—”

Another laser shot, this one doesn’t miss and hits Danny’s shin. He lets out a small his of pain. It’s not too bad, but it still burns.

“Alright, alright! So uhh, ecto-biologists. Yeah, so my parents are basically scientists specializing in the field of the supernatural, and in particular, ghosts, also known as ectoplasmic beings.

“An ectoplasmic being is called as such because they are made, either entirely or partially, of ectoplasm.

“Wait, do you even know about ectoplasm? You should probably know about ectoplasm. You know, toxic, green, glowing—“

At the description Jason tenses, but does not fire.

“Right, okay so you do know—”

“What do you know about the Lazarus pits?”

Danny, who has never heard of the Lazarus Pits before, gets unnecessarily defensive.

“What do you know about the Lazarus pits?” he asks in an accusatory tone with narrowed eyes. He crosses his arms and points a finger at Jason for good measure, forgetting about the watch ray still pointed at him.

Naturally, he gets shot.

“Ouch! Ah fuck, okay, okay. I’ll talk. Damn. That thing hurts, you know!”

“That’s the whole point.”

“Anyway, I have never heard of these Lazarus Pits before. I’m referring to ectoplasm. It’s the stuff we— ghosts are made of. My parents have always been fascinated by ghosts. They wanted to study them.

“The problem being that they had never even actually seen a ghost before, and so they have been trying to build a portal into the Ghost Zone—”

“The fucking ‘Ghost Zone’?” Jason cuts in incredulously.

“Ghost Zone, Infinite Realms, the In-Between, Purgatory, whatever you want to call it. It’s the in-between of every single universe and dimension, the glue between realities, yada yada yada.

“It just so happens to be the place where ecto-beings, ghosts, reside. And my parents wanted in. Their portal was their life work, and when they finally finished it and plugged it in it… didn’t work…”

“Right…” Jason’s tone is dry, his expression full of suspicion and doubt about the story Danny is telling.

Danny resolutely pushes on.

“So, being dumb teens, me and my friends went to check it out…” Danny takes a breath to steady himself, hugging his knees and gaze turning to the ground.

“I— my friend dared me to go inside. It would be a cool picture, you know? And it didn’t work. My parents’ inventions never worked— So yeah, I uh, I stepped inside…

“The inside was awfully roomy and awfully dark… So I went in further and I— I happened to trip on a cable.”

Danny doesn’t notice himself trembling slightly. Doesn’t notice his breath quickening. Doesn’t notice Jason’s frown.

“Naturally, I tried to catch myself. I tried to steady myself using the wall but…” He lets out a small laugh. “Should’ve known there was an on button on the inside…”

“D—” Jason tries to speak up but Danny doesn’t hear him, staring at nothing as he continues.

“And then my vision filled with green.”

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The green in Jason’s vision has dimmed.

Jason frowns as he watches Danny stare into the distance, his eyes glowing green. He’s trembling, and Jason wants nothing more than to go over there and hug him, to comfort him, but…

He takes a deep breath and keeps the watch ray steadily pointed at Danny.

He can’t.

Not right now.

First, he needs to hear him out.

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“Danny” Jason calls out to him.

Danny blinks. He looks around for a moment before taking a steadying breath.

“Right, right. You wanted the story. Right, so… While my parents had plugged the portal in, they had built the on button on the inside of the portal and then promptly forgotten it was there…

“So the portal turned on with me inside. Thousands of volts of electricity ran through my body. Green as far as I could see, as far as I could feel, as far as I could touch…

“I don’t know how long I was in there for. Screaming, as an interdimensional portal opened right on top of me... As my DNA was stripped from my body and rewritten into something other… As I died and got revived over and over and over again…”

Danny takes another few deep breaths, pausing in his speech. He runs a hand through his hair. He feels tired… heavy… mourning…

Two strong arms wrap around his body in a hug.

Danny leans his head against Jason’s shoulder.

He doesn’t cry. But neither speaks as they sit there, while the trembling in Danny’s form diminishes. Once it’s gone, Danny speaks up again.

“And then it stopped.”

“Danny—”

Danny shakes his head in response.

“No, no. It’s better to just… get it all out in the open now…”

Jason, while clearly disagreeing, keeps his mouth shut. Letting Danny choose whether or not to continue.

“So yeah. When it stopped, I fell out of the portal, different. I was a ghost, but also… not. I had died, but not quite all the way.

“I was a ghost, and human. Both dead and alive. Shrödinger’s boy, if you will. A halfa is what they me—call us— Half-alive… Half-dead…”

“And then… then they came through… Other ghosts…

“Now that the portal was open, they could reliably enter our world. Driven by Obsession, they would do anything they could to get what they wanted, often harming the living in the process. And that’s where I came back into the picture…

“No one could do anything to stop the ghosts. Yes, my parents were ghost hunters, but they weren’t all that… good at it… So I had to do something. I couldn’t let people get hurt when I was able to help, to do something.”

Danny pauses in his speech. After a while of sitting there in the embrace. Jason speaks up, breaking the silence that had fallen over them.

“When I was 15, I died.”

 Danny listens, turning to look at Jason’s face. “I was trying to find my biological mom, and followed a lead to Ethiopia, but…

“It was a trap.”

Green tinges the corners of his vision but Jason pushes on.

“She was being blackmailed by the Joker and lured me there to— She— She handed me over to him…”

A deep, calming, breath.

“He beat me… over and over and over again, with a crowbar. And that wasn’t the icing on the cake, no!” Jason lets out a laugh “He blew the place up once he was done with me…”

Danny puts his hand on one of the tensed arms still holding him. Jason pauses, forcing himself to relax some before proceeding.

“Six months later, I crawled out of my own grave… I think I  wandered around aimlessly for a while, I don’t know. My mind wasn’t quite… there…

“Then, someone found me and put me in a Lazarus Pit… They’re these glowing green bubbling pits in the ground. They heal the sick and dying but kill the healthy.

“I don’t remember much from what happened back then.” He admits. “Everything was a green haze. The Pit, it— it took over my mind, my emotions, my control…

“Eventually, I made my way back here, to Gotham. I became the Red Hood, stealing one of the Joker’s old aliases as a big ol’ ‘Fuck you’ to him.

“I tried to get revenge… I failed… Became a crime lord, grudgingly reconnected with my family, etc., etc., all while trying to deal with the Pit.

“While I was in there, in the Lazarus Pits, it didn’t just bring back my mind, it— it changed me…

“Now, I can easily get irrationally angry over the smallest things. It’s like the Pit… latches onto my feelings, and increases the anger tenfold, I—

“I remember it all…” He takes a deep breath. “Whenever the Pit madness is in effect, whatever it makes me do while it has me under its control. When I’m lost in a raging green haze…”

“I remember…”

Danny moves up a bit in Jason’s hold. Putting his arms around Jason’s head and gently pulling him against his shoulder.

They hold each other.

“I’m sorry.”

“Me too.”

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[star-crossed-fates]

Even My Damnation Spells Your Name

Chapter 9: I Set the World on Fire and Called It Mourning

Synopsis: In a city of steel and stars, you fall in love with a man the world calls a monster. He looks at you like you’ve haunted every life he’s ever lived. Sylus is danger wrapped in silk, secrets stitched into every glance, every touch, every word spoken like a spell. He’s yours before you even realize what you’re remembering.

Because this isn’t the first time.

Dreams unravel you. Memories not your own. A dragon’s death cry. A kiss beneath bloodied skies. A love too eternal to stay buried. As the past bleeds into the present, you begin to piece together the truth. Some memories burn brighter than the stars, others wound deeper than any blade.

And love, no matter how timeless, always demands a price.

Pairing: Female! MC [Named] x Sylus

Rating: Explicit 18+ [MDNI]

Spoilers: Sylus's myth cards/memories. Please note: memories might be a little different from in-game for story purposes.

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit smut, including various kinks: Praise, degradation talk, first time, CP, DP, anal sex/play, probably some Dragon!Sylus smut, maybe a lot of it. Many, many more that I'm forgetting to list. Consider yourself warned. - Unlikely to be completely canon. - MC is named. Her personality is darker than in the game, far more morally grey. - Switching between MC's memories/dreams/flashbacks and current timeline. - Other love interests will not show up in this. - Some plot, but not super planned out. Basically, this is a "what if the closer they became, the more MC remembers her life with him on Philos.

You’re sparring with Nina in the training room at the Hunter’s Association, blades clashing in a blur of rhythmic chaos. She’s grinning, eyes alight with mischief as she darts in and out of range like a mosquito on espresso.

The training swords may be blunt, but Nina’s wielding hers like she’s trying to settle an old grudge. “You’re sluggish today. Been distracted? Someone brooding and beautiful keeping you up late?”

You duck under her swing. “Sorry, I couldn’t hear you over the sound of your desperation.”

Nina lets out a bark of laughter, stepping back to reset. “Ooooh, the claws come out. Bet you practice your hair flips in the mirror before sparring.”

With a burst of momentum, you vault up, flipping clean over her head. You land with a thud, fling your hair back like a soap opera villain, and bellow dramatically, “The mirror is but a portal to my own magnificence! Tremble before it!”

Nina lets out a scandalized wheeze, spinning to face you with the expression of someone who just found out her cereal was spiked with vodka.

“Okay. First of all? Rude. Second—are you trying to seduce me or duel me?”

You smirk. “Why not both?”

“So. Tell me. Have you sinned yet?” She points her sword at you dramatically. “You know. The horizontal bone zone. The astral tango. The forbidden handshake.”

“NINA.”

She advances, devilish grin growing. “The passion pit. The soul smush. The cha-cha with the curtains drawn.”

“What?!”

Her smile could power a small village. “C’mon! Don’t play coy. I’ve seen the way you look at him. And the way he looks at you like he’s mentally undressing your entire genetic code.”

She taps the flat of her sword against her chin thoughtfully. “Does he bite? Does he growl? Does he chant eldritch poetry into your clavicle while unbuttoning his shirt at the speed of sin?”

Your sword drops to your side like it’s given up. “This is harassment.”

“Just blink twice if he’s got demon stamina. I need to know. For science. For the archives. For my sanity. Is he proportionate?! I need answers. That man looks like a walking Greek tragedy with bonus abs. Don’t be selfish.”

“I will walk into traffic.”

She winks. “Fine, fine. Just answer me this: on a scale of ‘gentle caress’ to ‘I blacked out and woke up fluent in ancient languages,’ how was it?”

The rapid-fire questions cause you to misstep for the first time all match. In your hesitation, Nina strikes. As her blade finds your chest, the sky forgets how to stand still. Blinding pain splits you open. Your spine arches, breath trapped, as if an unseen hand grips all your tendons and yanks. It isn’t the sting of blunted steel. It’s something buried that’s clawing its way back up. Your knees buckle, and you fall as you clutch at your chest, gasping.

The training room wavers, reality’s couplings soften, and its edges liquefy. Nina’s voice fades as the present slips from your grasp.

Time has unspooled without mercy, a slow bleed of years dissolving into one another. How much, you cannot say. You’ve spent centuries, perhaps eons, adrift in a sea of hollow hours, where even the echoes have forgotten their names.

Philos lies like a gaping, rotting wound. It has become a dream bled dry by your two hands. The cities sleep in shattered reverence, their proud spires bowed like penitent saints, draped in vines like mourning veils. The wind stirs the bones of a planet, carrying with it the scent of forgotten history.

You do not grieve. Grief is a ritual for the innocent, and you buried yours beneath the first body. What remains is a memory scorched clean of mercy. Philos is gone, its name smeared in the language of ruin. And you? You were the last one to speak it.

Now, only the animals haunt these broken places—creatures with moon-glass eyes and no memory of fire. They do not flinch from you.

Perhaps they mistake you for a ghost. Perhaps you are.

You lie in the black cathedral, altar to your tragedy, where he lingers as a god-shaped absence carved into every stone. In the breathless hush of that forsaken sanctuary, days bleed into weeks, as still and silent as the tombs beneath. You sleep through the turning of leaves, the thawing of frost, the birth and death of bloom like a ghost in a house that once knew love.

Seasons vanish while you chase echoes of his voice through your mind. He calls your name in dreams, a shadow stitched into your skin, never close enough to touch but never far enough to forget.

Stillness becomes you. Patience becomes penance. But death, cruel thing, forgets your name. You do not hunger. You do not thirst. The body that carries you is no more than a monument of nerves and bone.

You have tried—oh, how you’ve tried—to tear yourself from time’s grip. You’ve thrown your body to the mercy of stone and sky, cast yourself from peaks where gods once breathed thunder. You feel the flesh give way, bones fracture, and sinew undone, but when you wake, the wound is gone. Your body is pristine once more, as though the earth rewrote you in secret.

The mountains turned you blue with cold, but not gone. The deserts blistered your skin, but not your soul. Even the oceans held you like a lover and let you go. You have wept in every language of loss, begged for mercy in the form of oblivion.

The answer is always no.

Death has abandoned you. Your body is a prisoner to its own pulse. So you wait, and wait, caught in a cruel purgatory like a breath held forever.

Whatever once animated this shell—joy, terror, ache—has turned to decay. Your eyelids are drawn like curtains over a stage long abandoned, the actors gone, the lights cold, the audience dust. Not even sorrow lingers.

Only the void remains, watching itself.

Sometimes, in the stillness of those long, endless nights, there is a warm breeze where there should be none that carries his voice. It is a dream only in the way thunder is a whisper. This is the elegy of fate, a collision sewn into the fabric of the cosmos, reaching through time like roots seeking the grave they once bloomed from.

You are a fallen sigil folded in a crescent of grief. Wings rest slack, tail wrapped around you like the memory of warmth you no longer care to seek.

Time slips its noose again. How long has it been? It does not matter anymore. The ground is patient, the air reverent, as if all of nature is holding vigil. You think perhaps the world itself waits in mourning for you to dissolve into the earth and become another forgotten god beneath the dust.

The organ waits in silence, its keys untouched, a graveyard of chords once alive beneath your hands. You stare, hollow-eyed, remembering when your voice could wake the sky.

Those days are gone. Now, your voice has wandered so far from you, it feels as foreign as the name you no longer answer to. The song you once sang for him remains unfinished, like the life you never lived, the love that never reached its final note.

You breathe in the ruinous cold, and at last your voice breaks the silence. The final verse of the Requiem slips from your lips, like a wound that sings as it splits.

“The ashes fall, the stars grow cold,

Beneath the wings of fire’s hold.

By shadows bound, by light betrayed,

A lover’s soul, by sorrow swayed.”

As the final verse dissolves, so does the illusion—of joy, of survival, of self. What’s left behind is not a life, but the outline of one. Your hands find the place where your heart remembers him, before time made a mausoleum of it.

All around you, the quiet tightens, heavy as earth on a coffin lid. There is only one act left to perform, a final plea cast into the void. You’ve tried to unmake yourself through the very thread that once made you whole, but like the earth, it has rejected you.

Your hands do not move, but your soul reaches into the chamber where your strength lies tangled with his. It is a strange communion, fractured but alive, like stars buried beneath the ocean.

As if pulled from the depths, the power explodes in a radiant fury—a swirling dance of dark and light. The sword, a living extension of that ancient, tangled power, slices through flesh and bone with a finality that shatters the stillness.

The pain is immediate, a ferocious torrent of fire and ice crashing through your veins. Your soul unravels, like petals torn from a wilted flower, drifting away, scattered by an unseen breath.

The earth trembles with a dragon’s cry in the distance. It is not just grief; it is a soul stretched to breaking, a heart shattered across lifetimes. The ground beneath you shivers as if the planet mourns his loss, echoing his grief with every tremor.

“I will find you, Sy.”

For the first time in eons, the corners of your lips tremble upward. This is the last gift you will ever give yourself. The world becomes a smear, and you are adrift in the void.

As the darkness claims you, you know—at last—the weight of peace settling where sorrow once ruled.

You blink as the world lurches back into place around you, but it lands crooked.

“Anira?” Nina’s voice cuts through the ringing in your ears.

You cough, the motion wringing pain from deep inside your chest, and press a trembling hand to where the blade struck. “I’m fine, Nina. Just a little… winded.”

She looks at you like she sees the fracture lines beneath your skin. You rise on unsteady feet, every breath a serrated knife being twisted behind your sternum, and still, you swallow it.

The air tastes of memory burnt along its edges, and you try to breathe it away, excusing yourself with a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes.

Nina surveys you for a beat too long, brows knit, her sword hanging loose in her hand. “Yeah… go cool off. You look like you saw a ghost or something.”

You make it to the showers on muscle memory alone, barely registering the weight of the door as it closes behind you. The silence bends around you, leaving nothing but the sound of your own undoing.

Your fingers fumble at your clothes, clumsy with tremor and dread. Beneath your ribs, the ache drones in a mournful thrum. No mark mars the skin, yet the agony suspends there, as if every breath brushes a razor-edge buried lifetimes ago.

Stepping beneath the scalding stream, you let it sear across your skin like atonement. The reverberation of eons spent alone hums through you like a forgotten dirge. Pressing your palm against the wall, you try to swallow the scream balling in your throat.

Still, the anguish persists.

Your fist snaps forward in an abrupt, helpless motion. The tile cracks beneath your knuckles with a brittle shatter, hairline fractures spidering out like timelines split open. The impact hews skin from bone, crimson threading down your wrist like unwelcome truth.

The copper bite of blood floods your mouth before you realize the pressure of your teeth clasped down on your lip. You sought death out, chasing its elusive shadow across every crumbling horizon. You wandered the edges of the world, where life twisted and bent but never broke. You can still feel it, the absence of finality, the hollow space that never filled, no matter how deep you dug.

Tears spill from your eyes before you can summon the strength to deny them. Between the rivulets of scalding water, they are indistinguishable to anyone but yourself. You grind your teeth, jaw locked so tightly it aches, trying to convince yourself it’s only the steam peeling at your edges.

Until a ragged sob cleaves through you and your knees buckle. You crumple against the wall, sliding down until your descent is halted by the floor. Your knees tuck tight to your chest, your body folding inwards—not neatly or gracefully, but like broken wings curling instinctively around a heart that has long since split its sutures.

It feels as though your essence continues to carry the memory of every eon spent wandering through silence, hands outstretched for a home that never came.

You bury your face in the fragile sanctuary of your arms and let the dam break. First, a tremor. Then a quake. The sobs tear free in shuddering waves, the kind of weeping that does not belong to this life but to all the lives before it.

A mourning that tastes of lost centuries, of empty skies, of goodbyes you have never spoken and still carry like splinters beneath your skin.

The water pelts you in endless, numbing sheets, sliding over your trembling frame as you remain curled at the bottom of the stall. You can’t bring yourself to move. You barely register the way your skin has gone pale and pruned, the way your body quivers with a cold that feels more rooted in your marrow than on your flesh.

Somewhere, distantly, you’re aware of Nina hammering on the door, but the sound feels like it’s filtering through a heavy sea. You’re floating deeper, deeper, deeper, the call of the world above losing all meaning.

You don’t answer. You can’t. You’re not sure you’re still stitched properly into your body. Actually, you’re not sure of anything at all.

The next thing you’re aware of is a voice lacing into the static.

“Anira?”

For a breath, you think it’s just another echo conjured by your unlacing mind until the shower curtain shifts aside. Sylus stands there, broad-shouldered and furious with worry, the bathroom light shearing across his vivid red eyes.

He takes one look at you and swears under his breath. The water is off in the next second, Sylus reaching past you with swift, decisive movements. Silence falls except for the ragged sounds of your breathing.

Sylus drops into a crouch, voice still taut with urgency but touched now with the bruised hush of someone afraid to break you further. “Come here, sweetheart.”

You reach for motion, but your body curls tighter, cradling a sorrow it cannot bear to set down. He must sense it because he shifts closer, patience wreathed into every line of him. One hand braces lightly against the back of your head, shielding you from the worst of the cold tile. The other hovers briefly, then rests warm and solid against your shoulder.

His touch is an anchor. Painfully, you drag yourself back down into the shivering, aching vessel of your body. The tremble in your limbs intensifies, but you manage to uncurl the smallest amount. A fractured sob tears out as you finally lurch forward, scrambling for him.

He catches you instantly, pulling you into his chest, and his arms lock around you. With a sweep of his hand, his Evol flares to life, and tendrils of black and crimson energy slither. A towel floats over, summoned from across the room, and he wraps it around you with surprising gentleness. He rubs careful circles along your back and arms, trying to entice warmth back into you.

You burrow closer without thinking, your fingers fisting the fabric of his shirt, your body seeking out the steady beat of him.

He doesn’t ask you to explain. He doesn’t demand anything at all. He just stays there, burning like a lighthouse through the wreckage.

It takes time for you to come back enough to register anything beyond the rise and fall of Sylus’s chest against your cheek.

You feel him shift, hear the low murmur of his voice cutting through the fog, but it’s not meant for you. You pry your eyes open just enough to catch the blurred outline of Nina, hovering anxiously at the threshold of the bathroom. She nods rapidly and vanishes down the hall.

You remain slumped against him, your legs unsteady when he finally coaxes you upright. His Evol flares again, wisps moving like extensions of his will, plucking your discarded clothes from the floor.

Sylus helps you dress with methodical, careful movements. He steadies you with a hand splayed across your spine, grounding you each time you threaten to slip back into the undertow.

Nina returns with your things clutched to her chest. Her eyes are wide and worried, but she doesn’t comment while passing them over to Sylus. He thanks her with a clipped nod and threads his fingers through yours. You follow where he leads, your body moving on instinct, your mind somewhere half-lost between then and now.

The halls are mercifully empty. Somewhere in the haze, you’re aware of Sylus pressing a kiss to the back of your hand before tugging you faster toward the exit. The air outside is cool, the sky caught between late afternoon and the first yawning stretch of evening. He helps you into the passenger seat of his car, turning on the seat warmer and buckling you in.

Shrugging out of his leather jacket, he drapes it over you before cranking the heat full blast. You sink into the seat, shivering under the cocoon of his coat.

The door clicks shut, and with a ripple of scarlet mist, Sylus materializes behind the wheel, urgency woven into every sharp movement as he merges into the city’s restless flow.

For all the hours you’ve drifted in his orbit, you’ve never once seen him hurry—not when bullets cut the air, not when Wanderers tore the ground apart. Seeing it now is like glimpsing a ripple in a reflection that was supposed to be still.

Your voice breaks the quiet, barely tethered to the present. “…Why were you there?”

He spares a glance at you, his mouth flattening into a line. “Nina called me from your phone and said something was wrong. I was in the car before she even finished the sentence.”

You blink slowly. “I’m sorry…” you whisper, guilt bubbling faintly at the edges of your numbness. “It’s barely dusk. You—you should be sleeping.”

At that, Sylus makes an incredulous noise in the back of his throat. “Anira. If you think I give a shit about sleep when you’re hurting, you don’t know me at all,” he scolds with tender reproach.

Your lip wobbles at the sincerity braided into his timbre. You are breaking along fault lines time buried. Without meaning to, words start tumbling from your mouth in broken fragments, hitched between sobs you can’t fully smother.

“I was alone…” you whisper. “For so long. Eons. I—” Each breath shivers loose from your chest, as if the grief is a beast made of storm and teeth, clawing its way up your throat. “I couldn’t… couldn’t bear it anymore. I killed myself.”

Sylus reaches over, gently tightening his fingers around your uninjured hand, a barely there tremble in the strength of his grip.

“There was a church… in the ruin of Philos.” The name slips out so naturally you don’t even realize the significance, or the way Sylus stiffens. “I waited for something that never came. I kept waiting. And waiting…”

A fresh wave of sobs wells up, but you fight to speak through them. Sylus drives faster, weaving through the lattice of the city like he’s racing against something neither of you can see.

The rest of the drive blurs. You must fall asleep at some point or drift close enough that you don’t remember the arrival, because the next thing you know, Sylus is gathering you up into his arms.

You fold against him, body pliant with exhaustion. He carries you into the penthouse, the distant sound of the elevator, the soft chime of the doors.

Somewhere nearby, you hear Luke’s concerned voice, but Sylus is already talking. “Get the chef. Tell him to make some tea.”

He brings you to the bedroom. You blink, disoriented, as he helps you shed your clothes and change into a thick sweater, loose pants, and socks that are too big.

Stillness betrays you; a shudder coils through your frame, spun from the silence where you begged the stars to remember you, and they did not.

You sit on the edge of the bed, staring at nothing, and the words fall out of you before you can catch them. “I killed them all.”

His eyes sharpen as he crouches in front of you, hands braced lightly on your knees. “Who?”

A bright, blood-edged fury coils through your veins. “Everyone,” you snarl. “I killed everyone. They took something from me, and I made them pay in blood.”

The shadows in Sylus’s expression deepen. He helps you gently to your feet and leads you to the living room. You sink into the couch, a pile of blankets already waiting.

Luke appears from the kitchen with a steaming mug of tea and hands it to you. The ceramic is warm against your fingers, grounding you just enough to breathe without sobbing.

Sylus rises and murmurs something to Kieran, voice pitched too low for you to fully catch. You watch him as he talks—tall, composed, dangerous, and tender all at once.

You remember the words you said right before you shattered whatever life you’d once clung to.

I’ll find you, Sy.

Your breath catches in your throat. You stare at Sylus’s back, at the familiar cut of his shoulders, the way he stands like he’s spent lifetimes carrying things too heavy to name.

Testing, you murmur, “Sy?”

Sylus turns immediately. Not sharply. Not confused. Just… immediately, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

He meets your eyes with that same grave calm he always wears. For a breathless second, he even starts to answer as if nothing is strange about it at all. Then you see it. The subtle catch in his breath. The way his hand flexes where it rests against the back of the couch.

“…Why did you call me that?” He asks, and you can hear the forced neutrality in his tone.

You don’t blink or look away. “Why did you answer to it?”

The weight of the moment sinks between you. You curl tighter around the cup, as if it might shield you from the inevitable.

Somewhere inside, something fragile and half-forgotten stirs.

The way he looked at you that first night. The way he always leaned closer when you were hurting. You think about the dream, about the planet you should not know, and the dragon you promised to find.

You were sure then that even if the stars burned out, even if the worlds turned to dust, you would find your way back to him.

Maybe you already have.

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What if Forsaken was a Tower Defense Game?

GUYS IM TWEAKING OUT...I HAD A HARD TIME THINKING ABOUT THIS IDEA AND I REALLY WANTED TO SHOW A CONCEPT ABOUT THIS. AND IF SOMEONE EVER MAKES THIS INTO A GAME IM GONNA BE HAPPY-

Killer's exclusive:

He would be the melee tower (maybe)

Since he has a small range, he can only hit nearby enemies in front of him.

C00lkid is a special melee here, since he has a passive ability to charge up his special bonus attack but the charge itself is slow.

Special bonus attack: he can hit the enemies with a giant lolipop, which causes a higher damage on 2-3 enemies for one at a time.

Another bonus if he has a fire effect which will only happen if he uses the bonus attack, and only lasted for a short while.

Has a high dps (damage per second) , means he is a faster to hit several enemies in 1 wave.

I think for John Doe, from how he is in game, would prefer to be the splash tower

Which means he can release his spikes on the road and which gives the enemies more damage.

Extra bonus effect: he'll give enemies corruption, which lowers down the enemies resistance.

Has a slow dps, and has a big range, but not as big enough to hit further enemies.

I would prefer them to be a ranged tower, but has several useful effects.

They would shoot enemies at a further range with his sword and inflict poison on them, and gives temporary slowness and damage on the enemies.

His range is big, and very useful for some enemies who didn't get fully defeated on a wave

Average dps, always works like a charm if you upgrade them, which will deal more damage to the enemies, especially the poison effect.

(i did not put jason in here alr)

PART 2 WILL BE RELEASED SOON