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aurorawritestoescape · 10 months ago

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BAD BLOOD pt 3

Pairing: step uncle Joel Miller x f!reader x stepdad Tommy Miller

Tw: +18, mdni, smut, step-cest, big age gap (reader is 22, Joel and Tommy are in their late and mid-40s), perv!Joel, dark!Joel, dark!reader, dubconned!Tommy, mention of f!oral, mention of mfm, fingering, semi public, cum eating, degradation kink, praise kink, daddy kink, alcohol consumption, swearing, reader wears makeup.

Summary: Joel and Tommy take you out and things get heated.

Word count: 5,8k

A/n: it took me longer than I planned but pt 3 is finally here. I really hope you’ll like it! Kisses and hugs to everyone who has given love to the series💖 I’m very grateful!! Special thank you to @milla-frenchy for the support! Ily baby❤️

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You’re sitting at your vanity putting final touches to your makeup. Butterflies are dancing in your stomach and your pussy is tingling as the anticipation of the night electrifies your nerves.

You can’t believe that it’s finally going to happen. You’ve been imagining it for so long. Every holiday, every family visit to your college, every time you saw your stepdad the desire for him ignited your core. You imagined him taking you in your bed, claiming your pussy under the secrecy of the night. You wished he would send your mom to hell, close the door in her face and take you in your dorm room. You dreamt of him fucking you on your desk and making you squirt all over the books. You’ve craved that cock and the man attached to it for so long and today you’re finally going to get it all.

***

“Can you hurry up?” Joel’s booming voice startles you and your hand jerks making your eyeliner too thick. “Tommy’s waiting at the car and getting on my nerves, fidgety fucker.”

You see your step uncle’s reflection in the mirror and exclaim not turning to him, “Fuck! Stop creeping on me! Go away!”

Despite your words you quickly check him out through the mirror. He’s wearing dark blue jeans and a cardigan with the lowest V neck you’ve ever seen. Your mouth waters when you see his naked chest.

The man curses and steps into your bedroom shutting the door behind him. You turn swiftly, raising your hand in a stop gesture.

“No. Get out! You’re not coming on my face again. I just did my makeup,” you turn back to the mirror and start fixing your ruined eyeliner barely moving your lips to talk, “tonight is about Tommy and me anyway.”

“In love with your stepdad. Fuckin’ hell!” Joel chuckles, walking to your bed. He sits down and places the elbows on his thighs. His voice gets serious, “I want you to remember what you promised me, angel. No back outs.”

“I’m not in love, Joel. Just wanna fuck him. I’m gonna do everything the way we planned, ok? I can’t believe he’s still talking to you. After what you’ve done.”

Joel rubs his beard hiding a smile. “Told him you wanted to find out if he’d fuck you and I obliged. Then I just made big eyes ‘What?! She recorded it? No way! What a bitch!’ He ate it up,” he adds, looking pleased with himself.

You finally turn to him, eyes wide and mouth agape.

“Oh, so he thinks you’re innocent?!”

“Tommy knows that I’m far from innocent. But you…”, he points his index finger at you, “your stunt shocked him. His sweet stepdaughter, blackmailing him into fucking her.. Shit!” He adjusts himself and you lick your lips shooting a glance at his bulge.

You turn back to the mirror and silence fills the bedroom while you’re applying your lipstick. You feel Joel's heavy gaze on you until his gruff voice breaks it, “This color will look great smeared on my balls, baby.”

You scoff at his words but don’t say anything. You can’t deny that the desire to suck him off has been growing exponentially since the moment he slapped you in the backyard. Especially when you saw his fat cock that morning. Now you really want that bonus he promised stuffed into your pussy.

When the makeup is done you get up and walk to the bed. Your short black dress with sheer sleeves is laid out next to Joel who’s manspreading his thick thighs. His knee touches your bare leg and you step away furrowing your brows and whine, “Can you leave? I need to change.” Your voice lacks confidence as in reality you want him to stay and watch but it’s hard to admit that this man who looks more like a pimp than a contractor makes your pussy tingle.

“What’s the matter, angel? We’re family, no need to be shy around me.”

You roll your eyes and shift on your feet contemplating your next move. After a few moments your hands rise up to untie your robe. You open it not turning away from Joel and throw it off your shoulders fully exposing yourself. The robe pools at your feet as you’re looking at him with defiance.

Joel’s expression is serious and pensive. He takes you in like you’re an object on display in a shop window. You hold your breath fearing that any degrading comment thrown your way now might really hurt you. But a wave of relief washes over you when you see him breathe in sharply, lean back on his hand, spreading his legs wider and palming his bulge.

“What if I give you my bonus right now, angel. I feel generous.”

Triumph seizes you when you see the signs of his desire - your power over him. You have an upper hand and now it’s your turn to smirk.

“Don’t think so, step uncle. Need to ask my daddy first.”

You turn around and walk to the dresser hearing the man chuckle. You feel his gaze on your ass and push it out a little to give him a better view.

You open the top drawer and look through your panties and bras wanting to choose a perfect set for tonight.

You hear your bed creak and then the heat of Joel’s body warms up your bare back and ass.

“Want me to help you choose, angel? I know what my brother likes.”

“I was thinking this one,” you muse picking up a red lacy set and showing it to him.

“Fuck, it’s hot, baby. Suits you well. Slutty,” he comments and then leans lower, his lips are brushing your ear as he whispers, “but don’t forget your role, angel. You’re his innocent stepdaughter. He thinks he hates that he wants to fuck you but he fuckin’ loves it. He’s as twisted as me, just hides it.”

He raises his arms at your sides caging you between his massive biceps and searches through the drawer. He’s looking over your shoulder and when his hot wet exhale hits your naked breasts, your nipples get hard. He picks up a light pink mesh set, decorated with cute little white hearts.

“Wear this one and he’ll bust his nut as soon as he sees you”.

“I kinda need him to last,” you murmur but decide to follow his advice.

The thoughts are jumbled in your head as Joel’s low voice and hot breath on your naked skin are making you weak. You press your thighs together chasing any relief from the ache in your core. You feel cold air on your wet pussy. His bulge grazes the hollow of your ass and you bite your lip trying to swallow a whimper that is crawling up your throat.

“Yeah, it’s a good one,” you say, your voice soft and breathy. You want to take the lingerie from him but he doesn’t let you and pulls his hand away.

“I’ll help, angel.” You hear shuffling and turn around slightly to see him get on one knee behind you. He looks up at you, still dominant even in this position and your breath hitches.

Suddenly his hands grip your thighs and he turns you around. His face is so close to your pussy now your clit tingles and you gush more.

He drops his head and brings the panties to your feet. Your mouth parts with a surprise.

“Come on,” he hurries you and you step into the underwear, one foot and then the other. He hums with satisfaction and pulls them up, his hands brushing your legs and tickling your skin making it erupt in goosebumps. He notices your body’s reaction to his touch and stops his hands mid thigh looking straight at your pussy.

“Joel,” you whine as a sudden surge of shyness grasps you.

He seems not to hear. He leans closer to your mound and you gasp when his nose pushes into the spot just above your seam.

Then he plants a soft kiss on your mound and you take a deep breath as the desire overwhelms you. You want his mouth on you with fierce desperation, your mind is empty and only one thought is swirling through it, “do it do it, do it.”

You shut your eyes ready to drown in pleasure and hear his soft and seductive voice as his breath warms your skin, “Who’s gonna eat your pussy tonight, angel, me or your stepdaddy?”

You can’t help but imagine them both between your thighs and you moan dropping down your head and running your fingers through his hair.

To your disappointment Joel pulls the panties up and doesn’t stop until your pussy lips swallow the sheer fabric. It presses on your clit and you take a sharp breath as a surge of need ignites your core.

You lift one leg, brace your hand on the dresser behind you and put your thigh over his broad shoulder giving him a perfect view of your pussy. Then your hand darts to pull the material to the side and you bite your lower lip as his hot breath hits your wet skin. Joel growls and raises his eyes at you. His gaze is so dark the irises are hardly visible. You’re sure your pupils are as blown as his.

“Want uncle to lick your pretty pussy?” he asks softly but you hear a trace of mockery in his voice. Your need suffocates your pride and you answer him by gliding your foot up and down his muscular back.

He hums and leans closer to your center. You hold your breath in anticipation and run your fingers through his hair ready to tug on them when he finally eats you out. But you furrow your brows and blink in confusion when he presses his cheek to your folds and stills. “What are you..?”

Suddenly he moves his head up and down against your sensitive pussy rubbing it with his rough scruff. You cry out and jump back away from him.

“What the fuck, Joel?! It hurts!” you’re fuming looking at your burning folds while he chuckles getting up from the floor with a grunt.

“Just wanted to save your scent, baby,” he laughs rubbing his beard and you shout at him to get out putting on a bra.

“You have 5 minutes,” he says, still chuckling as he leaves the room.

***

When you finally step outside the house you see the brothers smoking by Joel’s truck. Jess took your stepdad’s car to go on a spa retreat and her plans to waste Tommy’s money pampering herself coincided perfectly with your plans to fuck her husband.

You bite your lip when you see Tommy wearing a black western shirt and dark jeans. Your heart sings at the thought that he wanted to look good to take you out.

Tommy quickly looks you over, trying to hide his interest but you notice his gaze slide over your body tightly enveloped by the slinky dress.

Joel on the other hand doesn’t hide anything. “Looking good, baby,” he comments shamelessly adjusting his bulge.

“Let’s go,” you say, coming up to the truck and batting your lashes at Tommy, “Daddy, will you keep me company in the back?”

“Sweetheart...” Tommy starts talking with an unsure expression but you pout your lips, mouthing, “please”.

He sighs and gets in the back seat. A little part of you wonders if he’s pushed by your threat or genuine desire to be close to you. But you shut this little voice down reminding yourself that the result is what’s important.

When you get into the car your dress rides up exposing even more of your thighs but you don’t bother tugging it down.

Joel starts the engine and backs out of the driveway while you’re looking around at the interior of his truck. It’s surprisingly tidy and you’re genuinely impressed until your gaze raises up and to your shock you see your panties hanging on the rear view mirror. Your jaw drops and you’re about to shout at Joel when you stop yourself. You realize that the perv must have picked them up from the floor of your room that morning and you’re not eager to let your stepdad know about your fun time with your step uncle.

So you shut your mouth and see Joel winking at you in the mirror.

Tommy on the other hand reacts as soon as he sees it, “God, Joel, take this thing off!”

“Why?” His older brother asks with defiance driving through the town streets with one hand on the wheel.

Tommy just sighs, not even trying to come up with a reason.

You’re squirming in your seat praying that Joel doesn’t mention whose panties are now swinging in front of the windshield. You almost moan with relief when he turns on some classic rock and doesn’t say anything.

Your eyes keep shooting at Tommy from time to time who’s looking out of the window. You hate that he’s so far so you unbuckle your seat belt and slide over closer to him. You trace a wedding band on his finger getting his attention. He snaps his head your way, brows furrowed.

“Get back in your seat. ‘s dangerous.”

You take his hand and bring it up to your lips as he’s watching you closely. You press your cheek to his knuckles and rub your face against his hand.

“Love when you worry about me, daddy,” you purr into his hand and then place it on your thigh that’s further from him.

You put your hand over his and make him squeeze your naked flesh.

“Keep me safe, please,” you breathe out feeling his palm against your skin, so close to your pussy and at the same time torturously far.

“I ain’t a seat belt, sweetie,” Tommy mumbles looking down at your skin erupting in goosebumps under his touch. He takes a sharp breath and lifts his hips before spreading his legs a little wider. You notice his bulge has grown bigger and you close your eyes for a second trying to calm down but sink even deeper in the sticky pit of desire. You think about moving his hand to your inner thigh and then closer towards your pussy. His fingers would immediately find your panties soaked and if he slid his thumb under the fabric he could easily find your throbbing clit and …

“Hey, lovebirds!” Joel rumbles and you snap your eyes open as he interrupts your daydreaming.

Tommy clears his throat feeling his brother's eyes on him in the car mirror and his hand flies away from your thigh. You curse Joel inwardly for ruining the moment.

Joel’s head turns to you slightly as he asks, “how about we skip the restaurant and get a motel, huh?”

You know that you’re the one he’s asking because Tommy has no say in any of this thanks to the recording you have on your phone.

“I’m not some cheap hooker you picked up at a gas station, Joel. I can’t just jump into bed with you,” you reply, putting your seatbelt back on.

Joel laughs and your stomach burns with rage. You’re fed up with his mocking, his attitude, his cockiness.

“What’s so fucking funny, old man?” You spit out at him grinding your teeth.

“Fuck, baby,” he says locking eyes with you in the mirror, “I don’t remember buying you dinner before I jizzed all over your pretty face a few days ago?”

“You WHAT?!” Tommy exclaims and your heart falls into your stomach. As long as you’ve known him you never heard him raise his voice like that, maybe only watching sports but never at a person. Especially Joel. He scoots forward in his seat to get closer to Joel and grabs his arm. “Have you fucked her already?” Joel seems absolutely unfazed as he replies in his usual “fuck y’all” tone, “No, I haven, Tommy, relax. We just fooled around. The princess wanted to come and I helped her.”

Tommy’s head snaps in your direction and you squeeze your body into the seat as fear grips your heart. He looks livid, eyes are scorching you under the furrowed brows, lips form a tight line in anger or disappointment. You feel small under his stare and stammer weakly, “d..daddy, he didn’t… ”

He suddenly gets closer to you, leans in, grabs your hand and squeezes it in his. It’s not painful but his strength and wrath make your breath hitch and your pussy clenches around nothing as the fear affects you like an aphrodisiac.

“If he fucks your needy hole before I do, believe my words, sweetie, I won’t touch you. You can put that recording of me on national television I don’t give a fuck. Got it?” He throws the words at you as his eyes are boring into yours.

You whimper as his face is so close you feel his breath on your parted lips. Realizing that he’s waiting for your answer you nod hastily and he gets back in his seat.

You feel your world tilting and turning upside down. Your stepdad, the calmest, softest man you know just shouted at his brother and said all that to you.

Tommy’s still fuming, clenching and unclenching his fist resting on his thigh and you wonder why it stirred him up that much. Why has his possessiveness burst out now? It was the first time you witnessed his passion for you. Is it sibling rivalry? Insecurity? Or did he finally let himself do what he’d wanted? You ask yourself these questions before you see Joel watch you through the mirror. He looks smug and you try to make your expression neutral not to give him the satisfaction.

You glance out of the window and your anxiety spikes up again seeing that you’re almost at the place you’ve picked.

“Oh, fuck no!” Tommy exclaims seeing where you three are going. “Are you fucking kidding me? You know that it’s Jess’ favorite place. How am I gonna look with you grinding against me all night?” He’s shooting daggers at you and you take a deep breath trying to find the right words.

“Tommy, listen. This restaurant is the only ok place in this shithole of a town. And I promise I’ll behave,”

Mistrust is painted on his face but seeing you shaken and nervous calms him down a bit.

“No ‘daddies’!” he demands pointing his finger at you.

“No “daddies,” you promise with sadness in your voice.

He points his finger at Joel next, “You too! None of your usual shit!”

Joel raises his hands and brows acting like he’s never done anything wrong in his life. You scuff but turn your pleading gaze at Tommy.

“And we leave when I say we leave!”

You hate losing your upper hand in the situation but your pussy is throbbing for him now, so dominant and rough, and you decide to submit this time.

You all get out of the car and Tommy stomps to the restaurant still angry. Having stayed alone with Joel you use the opportunity and grab his arm to stop him.

“Why have you said it? About the morning? I thought we were on the same page.”

“We are, angel.” Joel replies, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you in the direction of the entrance, “I know my brother. He always wants something I don’t have. He must be ecstatic seeing how hungry you’re for him. I just fiddled with his toy a bit and now he wants it even more.”

His hand grabs your ass and you slap it off getting away from him as you see Tommy watch you two waiting at the door.

You can’t believe that Joel is manipulating his brother so easily. But his words have reassured you and you feel less agitated.

When the brothers and you step into the restaurant, a host greets Tommy by the name and you see the confusion hiding behind his features at Mr Miller’s unusual company.

He asks about Jess and you cringe rolling your eyes so far up your head, the host gets even more flustered.

He leads you to your table and you settle down.

A waiter brings you the menus and you order a glass of red wine, adding “Please, you two, no hard liquor, we have a long night ahead of us,” Tommy chokes on his water as the waiter slightly raises his eyebrow.

Joel gets a beer and Tommy follows suit. When the waiter leaves your stepdad glares at you.

“You promised to behave.”

“I am behaving. I just don’t want you to forget why we’re here.”

Joel chimes in, leaning back against his chair with a grunt, “And why exactly are we here, baby?”

“I want us to get to know each other better.”

“We’re family, angel, I know everything there is about you.”

“Really? What’s my favorite color, Joel,” you ask, narrowing your eyes at him.

“The color of my brother’s dick?” Joel asks and you burst into giggles while Tommy mumbles profanities under his breath.

When the drinks arrive Joel starts asking Tommy about his work and you’re surprised to notice how the older brother eases him up. They talk and you listen, not really getting through the meaning of a bunch of contractor terms but you smile when they do and laugh when they say something funny.

Soon you’re drinking and talking and it actually feels comfortable. They reminisce about their life in Austin and you ask them questions genuinely interested in their past.

At one point Joel acts like a perfect wing man telling you a hot story of Tommy getting arrested for starting a bar fight because of a girl and you tingle all over. Your stepdad gives you a shy smile and your breath hitches.

Suddenly you feel Joel’s piercing gaze on you.

“What about you, angel? Got any fun college stories for us?” Tommy looks uncomfortable and you remember your promise to him to behave so you say softly,

“I’m a good girl, uncle Joel. I’m there to study, not to waste my time on boys.” You drop your gaze acting so innocent even you don’t believe yourself.

Joel chuckles and Tommy glances up at you with a little smile.

“Ok, our good girl. What about girls? Bet you’ve licked some pussies after a wild party.”

“Fuck, Joel,” Tommy curses and you bite your lip trying not to smile at the way your stepdad squirms in his chair. The wine makes you bolder and you decide to spice up the night.

“How about we play a game? I answer your question and then you two answer mine?” you offer fidgeting in your chair giddy with excitement.

“Shoot, baby.”

“No!”

The men reply at the same time. Tommy’s shaking his head and Joel slightly punches his brother’s shoulder.

“Come on, Tommy. Let’s hear how naughty our good girl gets. I remember you were fine with her… how did you put it… exploring herself.”

Your eyes are glinting with excitement as Joel quotes that dialogue. You remember it by heart now having listened and come to it so many times you lost count.

“Go ahead, angel,” Joel nods, motioning you to speak.

You take a deep breath and start talking softly.

“I’ve been with a girl just once. We weren’t wasted or anything,” You shoot a glance at Joel and then continue, “We were in her room watching a movie and then it kinda happened.” You suddenly feel shy as not only Joel’s but also Tommy’s gaze is glued to you.

“Nah, baby. We need details.” Joel’s voice, seducing and gruff, pulls the words out of your mouth before you can stop them.

“We started making out.. then I tugged her shirt down and sucked on her nipples,” you muse tracing the edge of the wet glass with your finger. “I kissed her stomach, then her pussy… She was so wet. So soft on my tongue. I sucked on her clit and fingered her for some time and she came…her pussy was clamping on my fingers so hard.”

When you lift your eyes you see the brothers stare at you with hungry obsidian eyes as if they’re ready to pounce on you at any moment. Joel palms himself through the jeans and Tommy doesn’t tear his eyes off you as they slide from your lips to your breasts and back up again.

For a few moments you three are soaking in this horny silence until you break it clapping your hands together.

“My turn!”

Tommy takes a big gulp of his beer and Joel raises his brows waiting for your question.

“Have you ever fucked a girl together? Like… shared her?” you quickly regret your question as only saying it already is making you uncomfortably wet.

You’re looking at Joel expecting him to answer but suddenly hear your stepdad’s voice,

“Yeah, we have. Once.”

Your head snaps his way and you gawk at him. You don’t say anything and just wait for him to continue. And he does.

“She was Joel’s girlfriend at the time. We went to a bar, got really drunk and fucked in the bathroom.”

Tommy glances up at you and then quickly averts his eyes.

“Fuck…,” you moan rubbing your thighs together imagining them using some lucky girl like that and ask,

“How did you do it?”

Joel leans closer to you placing his massive arms on the table and replies savoring every word while his velvety voice hits you right in the pussy, “I made her bend over to suck Tommy off and then shoved my dick deep into her cunt. He fucked her throat, I fucked her hole and we pumped her full.”

The moment Joel finishes talking you hear the waiter’s shaky voice asking if you’d like anything else.

Tommy curses and sends him away. He acts polite but his voice strains with rage.

He hastily gets up and mumbling the word ‘bathroom’ leaves you two. Before he turns away you spot his massive bulge and swallow loudly.

You take a deep breath trying to calm down.

“Angel, you ok?” Joel asks and laughs at you, shaking his head, “you want him, he wants you, what are all these fuckin’ games for? You coulda been stuffed with our cocks by now but no, little princes wanted to be wined and dined. Lets hope he doesn’t change his mind about tonight. If our plan goes to shit because of you, uncle Joel will get very angry. And you surely don’t want that, missy.” Joel’s expression is serious and you remember that he has his personal motive and his concern quickly becomes yours.

“I’ll talk to him,” you say, getting up from the table.

You come up to the bathroom and knock. It’s quiet so you knock again until you hear the lock click.

Tommy opens the door and steps out of the room but you gently push him back in.

“Please, let’s talk,”

You hear people’s voices and not wanting to be caught with you alone at the bathroom Tommy begrudgingly steps back and shuts the door behind you two.

“What?!” He grumps and steps up to the sinks. He opens the tap and bends down to wash his face.

You lean back against the door watching him and contemplating your next move. He’s about to snap and you’re afraid what unexpected fit he could throw again. You know he wants you and you need to be wise rather than play on his nerves. “You’re his innocent stepdaughter,” Joel’s words emerge from your mind.

You come up to him slowly and wait while he’s drying his face with a hand towel.

“I’m not a monster, Tommy. I don’t wanna ruin your life,” you speak softly, placing your hand on his shoulder. He turns to you, anger still painted on his face.

You inch closer, press your forehead to his shoulder and whisper breathing in his scent,

“I want you, Tommy. So fucking much.”

You feel vulnerable at the moment but that’s exactly what he wants you to be right now.

“So that’s why you spread your legs for my brother? ‘Cause you wanted me?”

You sniff not saying anything for a few moments, then lift your head, and glance up at him. His face is blurry as you’re looking at him through the tears.

“I was just horny, daddy. And when he was fingering me, I was imagining you fucking my pussy.”

Tommy’s breath hitches and you hold yours as well hoping he’ll react.

“Fuck, babygirl,” your stepdad whispers as his rage shifts into sympathy, his eyes sad and blown out.

The next moment he grabs you under your thighs, lifts you and sets you on the counter. He’s standing between your legs as you place your hands on his shoulders. His thumb wipes a tear from your cheek as the other hand is pressed to your lower back. You open your legs wider and the dress pulls up at your hips exposing your light pink panties.

“Shhh, don’t cry, sweetheart. I’m here,” he whispers, kissing your cheek gently and his head drops as he’s looking at your pussy, “I want you too.”

His smell, his touch, his confession make you ecstatic and you press your parted lips to his. They’re soft and plump as his tongue breaches your lips and he licks into your whimpering mouth. You grab his ass and pull him closer to your heated center. You feel him hard against your pussy and start grinding on his stiff bulge.

“What do you need, babygirl? Tell me,” Tommy says, parting from your lips.

“Touch me, please… can’t wait any longer,” you whine, pulling your dress up to the waist. His hands rush to free your pussy and you lift your hips before Tommy takes your panties off.

The cold marble under your ass makes you hiss but you forget about it as soon as Tommy’s fingers push between your folds and he rubs your clit making you moan.

“You like it, babygirl? Daddy’s finally touching your needy pussy.”

You can’t form any words so you just moan and nod your head frantically. His forehead is pressed against yours as you’re both watching his digits glide down to your hole and without hesitation he pushes his middle finger inside you. You’re so wet it slides in easily and he starts massaging your walls.

“More please,” you plead and he groans as his index finger joins the first.

“Good girl! You're sucking me in so well, can’t wait to bury my cock inside you,” Tommy murmurs in your ear and you whimper before you see the door opening. Your heart freezes in your chest as you’re about to get caught being fingered by your stepdad. But you breathe out with relief seeing Joel stepping into the bathroom.

“Fuckin’ finally,” he grumbles coming up to you two. He stands next to Tommy, his bulge pressed to your thigh. Through the haze of pleasure you feel Joel’s hand cup your tears stricken cheek and he leans to your ear and whispers, “Clever girl.”

Then his big palm squeezes your naked thigh as he asks you,

“Enjoying daddy’s fingers, angel? Who’s better at fingering your tight little hole, him or your uncle?”

Tommy groans and suddenly his lips are on yours. His kiss is hungry, desperate, claiming. You melt into it feeling your climax build as his fingers are pushing on the soft spot inside you.

You moan into his mouth and Tommy’s lips leave yours as he mumbles, “I’ll feed your pussy my cock.. soon, babygirl… just wait.”

“You’ll be full by the end of the night, angel,” Joel smirks and pulls down the neckline of your dress exposing your naked breasts to the men. He starts twitching your nipple as his brother is working your pussy.

Joel watches your face twist with pleasure, your teeth biting your lips mercilessly.

“Don’t ruin your pretty lips, angel,” he says, bringing his thumb to your mouth. He brushes your swollen lower lip and pulls it out from between your teeth, “Here.” He pushes his thumb into your mouth and you welcome it. You start sucking on his thick digit making the filthiest noises.

With your stepdad’s fingers fucking your hole and step uncle's thumb stuffing your mouth you feel yourself about to unravel. Tommy pushes you over the edge pressing his thumb to your clit and swirling it a few times.

“Come, babygirl. Make daddy proud,” Tommy says and your explode clumping hard on his fingers and moaning, your pretty noises muffled by Joel’s thumb still pressed to your tongue. The man praises you, “That’s our girl. Perfect little slut.”

The orgasm is hitting you hard and you’re shaking and trembling so Tommy wraps his arm around your waist holding you tight but still pleasuring you.

They both are watching Tommy’s digits rhythmically disappear inside your dripping hole and your pussy squelches as your creamy cum, pushed out by the intrusion, slides down your ass towards the counter. Finally your climax subsides and your body stills, jerking with aftershocks from time to time.

Joel's thumb leaves your mouth and he holds the back of your neck while you’re trying to catch your breath.

Tommy pulls out his fingers too and lifts them up for the three of you to see. Under the bright lights you see his digits glazed with your juices. A drop of your slick slides down his middle finger and Tommy licks it off and then brings his digits to your mouth. You happily suck them clean while they both are praising you, “that’s our girl”, “like that, angel”, “came so hard for daddy and uncle.”

When you’re done cleaning your stepdad’s fingers off your cum, he cups your cheek and asks softly, “ready to go home, babygirl?” You look at Tommy, whose adoring and hungry gaze makes you tingle again, then at Joel, who’s eating you up with his blown out eyes, his hand palming his huge bulge, and the anticipation of the night ahead makes your heart and pussy flutter.

Batting your eyelashes at the men you give them a shy smile and say “yes.”

******

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anthonys237thfreckle · 4 months ago

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‘Promise’ - Javier ‘Javi’ x Kate Carter & F! reader (angst!)

someone asked for a part two and I realized how good of an idea that was lmao. I need indirect ways to incorporate my past experiences into my fics anyway.

part one

prompt: you made a promise to distance yourself from Javi and Kate

TW: mentions of smoking, some detailed mention of self harm, suicidal thoughts, mentions of nausea, disordered eating, breakdowns, smoking, angst :(

Do NOT proceed if the triggers mentioned above upset you greatly. You have been warned.

I made a promise

To distance myself

Once Tyler dropped you off to the train station, you smiled and waved until you couldn’t see his truck anymore. You wanted to hang onto any last string of familiarity for as long as you could.

Especially since your life would change completely - for better or worse.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes for a moment, trying to calm down your trembling body.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

5 things you see - the train station, the crumbling yellow bricks, the jolly red-white-blue american flag, your luggage, and the people. Lots of people.

4 things you hear - the people, obviously, the cicadas crying, the heavy bell ringing inside, the honking of cars for you to get out of their way.

3 things you smell - the heat - somehow, the smell of smoke from cars, and the thick air.

2 things you feel - terrified. hurt.

1 thing you taste - bitterness.

Shaking your head, you take another deep breath. Eyes dead set on the mission in front of you, you marched into the train station, bought a ticket to Oklahoma City, and settled down inside.

But now was the hardest part; waiting. What made it harder was you didn’t want to think about anything that happened yesterday. So, putting your headphones on, you made a playlist with none of the songs that reminded you of Javi or any of the ones he recommended to you. Essentially, you just listened to 3 songs in total, over and over again, but the knowledge you knew what was coming next was comforting, something you couldn’t apply to your current situation.

Took a flight, through aurora skies

Honestly, I didn't think about

How we didn't say goodbye

Just see you very soon

You woke up when the train jolted to a stop - you had fallen asleep, waking up to hear the opening notes of some song you were listening to earlier. Looking out the window, you reached Oklahoma City. With a sigh of relief and trepidation, you got your bags and headed out of the station, hailed a taxi to the airport. Booking a last minute flight back home to LA, you made your way to the gate. Setting your bag down, you sat in a char near the huge windows. Deciding it wasn’t close enough, you sat on the little raised platform attached to the window and leaned your head against it like you saw so many children do.

The boarding call was announced, and everyone sat up groggily. It all went by pretty quickly. Standing in line, getting your boarding pass stamped and your passport checked, finding you seat, putting your bag away and sitting down. Taxi and take off was a blur; luckily you got a window seat, and stared out at the pink clouds, tinted by the setting sun, a peach tone.

Peachy, just like your favourite pie.

You groaned, covering your eyes and rubbing them as your mind started to think about Oklahoma. About Javi, and the last time he saw you. And the last thing he said to you. It wasn’t even a proper goodbye, but you couldn’t blame him because he didn’t know it was goodbye.

And honestly, neither did you.

But you made yourself a promise - to distance yourself.

Those last words of his echoed in your mind.

“I- Okay, alright. Take care, (Y/N)”

It hurts to be something

It's worse to be nothing with you

You half expected a text from Javi - it had been around 24 hours since you last saw him. Since you told him you had a ‘family emergency’ to take care of. Who wouldn’t expect a little ‘you doing okay?’ or ‘safe travels’ when someone saw you break down in the middle of a field, distressed as hell? Sure, you and Javi weren’t dating, sure you both drifted apart ever since Kate got closer with him instead, but were you two not even friends anymore?

Did you mean nothing to him?

This wasn’t the first time he ghosted you - after the EF5 tornado, he didn’t say a word to you. But it was understandable why - everyone was hurting, and maybe he couldn’t bring himself to talk to you. In Oklahoma, the only times he’d talk to you is when you started a conversation, otherwise you could sit silently and he’d happily talk with Kate, leaving you be. It was never him starting anything.

And Kate. Did she figure out you liked Javi? Is that why she didn’t text you? Did she feel guilty? Part of you wanted her to feel guilty, but the other part of you didn’t want to be pitied. Part of you wanted to go back, but this - this was best for you right now. Nobody could tell you otherwise.

Instead, you got a text from Tyler.

‘hey there cowgirl - how you getting along?’

You chuckled - ‘cowgirl’ was probably the worst way to describe yourself. Instead, you typed down a response, your heart a little less heavy.

‘hey, Tyler. thanks for asking. means a lot’

He was typing, the three dots appearing on screen

‘of course. lemme know if you need anything at all okay? stay safe out there’

You sent him an affirmative text, thankful to actually have a friend who cared enough to check in on you, helping you out without questioning anything, having only known you for a week.

So I didn't call you

For sixteen long days

You found comfort in some form of familiarity in your life; back home in LA, everything looked duller, more still. Like the whole world knew about your heartbreak and was mourning, or mocking you. You tried to plunge into work, distracting yourself but sometimes, you’d just stare at your work, screen or paper, and just zone out. Your was brain still trying to process everything, and you were losing a lot over it - sleep, peace, overall joy, your will to wake up, and more.

It felt like after the EF5 tornado but worse because you knew somewhere in Oklahoma, Kate was with Javi, both of them happier than ever. It felt worse because you could never have him anymore. He was gone. And someone got to see him every day, sometimes wake up next to him, sometimes stay up all night with him. You felt like you were gonna be sick.

For a fortnight, all you could eat was cheese, bread, and grapes. It was the only thing you could keep down.

It was so hard not to text Javi. After you had just left, it’s like you were isolated for 5 years, given a taste of him, then forcing yourself to stay away. It was something you chose to do, not something you were forced to live with.

But you won’t call him. No matter how long the days felt they were dragging by.

And I should get a cigarette

For so much restraint

Walking by a drugstore to entertain yourself, you entered the establishment with an electronic ding notifying your presence. Strolling through the ailes, you picked up Sourhead Extremes (so in case you wanted to call Javi, you’d have to go through a gustatory agony first) and some nail polish, just to look pretty. Walking to the cashier, you mindlessly threw in a pack of cigarettes onto the counter, before putting them back in a jerky motion.

“What the hell…” you murmured to yourself, ashamed of what you were about to do. Buy cigarettes - to smoke.

Walking out of the store briskly, you speed-walked home; chiding yourself for almost ‘rewarding’ your no contact mission by smoking, you realized how truly pathetic you were.

“God, what is wrong with me…” you muttered, keeping your head down, watching the wet streets reflect the light of the sun and your dark sorrow.

No matter how long I resist temptation

I will always lose,

Eventually you did buy the cigarettes. You went home, lounging in your bed, a pretty china plate acting like an ashtray for you. Legs up in the air, swinging occasionally, eyes half lidded from the light high, you felt the chalky smoke fill your lungs, watching it come out in little clouds of grey air.

You felt in control for the first time since leaving Oklahoma - the cigarette sitting pretty between your red tinted fingers and lips. You smiled softly, satisfied by finally scoring a small win. You didn’t tell Tyler that you smoked. He’d say it’s a horrible habit you should give up.

Obviously it was more of a lose - giving into an impulse, and now you were at risk of falling deeper into addiction. You weren’t in control, you never really were.

But why would you make yourself feel worse when you were on the literal brink of crumbling?

Although, you didn’t get addicted. After the high wore off, you felt disgusted, throwing out the pack of almost full cigarettes. You wouldn’t tell Tyler, of course.

It hurts to be something

It’s worse to be nothing with you

Two weeks went by, and though you pretended everything was okay, it really wasn’t. You didn’t know if you missed Javi or not, but you really didn’t want to.

You don’t know if you want to see the face you loved so much, the face that lights up when he sees Kate, the face that Kate holds, kisses, caresses.. the face that she admires alongside you.

You wanted to get over him, you really did, but you cared so much about him. You didn’t want to stop caring about him, when loving him felt so… lovely.

But it hurt so much.

You barely got any sleep this past fortnight. Having a reverie about the man who daydreamed about another woman. The things you wished he did to you, he did to Kate. He was hers. So assured, so confident. No doubt in that.

For a fortnight, there you were, stripped of any text backs from him.

You were starting to think you just wanted his attention, which you dont know if you wanted anymore, knowing his attention belonged to Kate. Why would you care so much about him texting you?

But then again, weren’t you two friends?

I’ve done the math

There’s no solution

We’ll never last

Why can’t I let go of this?

Right now, you, broken, needed comfort. May it be fake hope again. Nobody was there to stop you anyway, so in your free time, you started to think of the ways Kate and Javi would have problems with each other.

‘She’s too arrogant sometimes, and he’s really down to earth’

‘She can’t communicate her feelings!’

‘Kate’s one to settle, Javi isn’t’

Of course, you knew it was wrong. Of course it was a bitchy thing to think. But who were you to care right now?

You were hurt, and you needed to feel better to even try and start to get a grip on reality. you didn’t want to rip of the band aid yet.

Not yet.

Even worse, your mind started thinking of ways you and Javi could get together; Kate could leave him in the dark again, she could get into a fight with him…

But nothing made sense - she wouldn’t leave when she looked at him that way… and any fights would be cleared quickly with Javi’s forgiving nature.

He would do anything for her.

All in all, you realized how shitty you were being, and texted Tyler, saying you couldn’t hide from Javi - couldn’t hide from the pain that haunted you. The bright lights of LA looked dull. The sun felt like a false light.

Your world was falling apart, how could the sun be shining when your world was falling apart?

‘Just walk around. Wear something that makes you feel good. Grab some good lunch downtown. Spoil yourself. Act like a damn tourist, I don’t care. Just do anything that reminds you that there’s more to life than Javi’ he wrote.

So I broke my promise

I called you last night

I shouldn’t have, I wouldn’t have

If it weren’t for the sight of a boy who

Looked just like you standing out on Melrose Avenue…

It hurts to be something

It’s worse to be nothing, with you.

Three days later, you sat on the roof of a building. The sun was setting, you looked at the streets below. People were walking - their dogs, their toddlers, and whatnot.

You were so disappointed with yourself. Closing your eyes, you thought back to everything that happened yesterday.

Following Tyler’s advice, you woke up ready to face the day.

Waking up bright and early, you went for a run, saw some pretty things on the way. You found it insane how easy it was to overlook the small things in life.

Coming home, you made breakfast; oatmeal with bananas, almond butter and chocolate chips. You savoured every bite with a smile.

You hopped into the shower, using your favourite body wash. Putting on an outfit, doing your hair and makeup, slipping on your shoes, you left the house, ready to explore the city…

All was going well until sunset.

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You were walking along the streets of LA, acting like you’d never seen anything like it before. A coffee in hand, you walked confidently down the path, turning a corner to browse a bookstore on Melrose Avenue, when someone caught your eye.

A boy, waiting for the light signal to turn green, who looked exactly like Javi.

You froze.

Suddenly, you didn’t want coffee any more. You didn’t want anything right now but to go home.

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You rushed home, trying so hard to control your breathing, then stumbling desperately to your room. As soon as your face crashed against the pillows, the soft, gentle fabric a perfect medium to absorb the tears now flowing down your face. You sobbed, curled into a still-bedazzled ball on your bed, hugging yourself, contracting into a fibonacci.

Reaching for your purse, you pulled out your phone, scrolling through your contacts. Through the wet and blurry lens of your tears, you scrolled into the alphabet until you reached the ‘J’ section. The first name was Javi.

Pressing on his name, then the ‘call’ button, you held it to your ear, taking shuddering breaths as you tried calming yourself down. The your phone cooed like a pigeon, signalling his phone, somewhere in Oklahoma, was ringing.

You were clean. Clean for a little over 2 weeks. Clean from his voice ringing in your ears, new words exchanged and whatnot.

But as you held your phone in your hand, crying, watching it reach Javi’s phone, waiting for him to answer, it all felt like a relapse.

Like the feeling of the cool blade on your skin, slicing through, leaving an angry red river in its wake.

The sick, high feeling you get from it - the ecstasy, watching you destroy yourself, finding beauty in the rubble.

Some part of you, the logical part of you was screaming to press the red button. To leave Javi alone. It wasn’t fair for you to reach out first, right? Why would you make a fool out of yourself by calling him? You’re not that desperate for him, are you?

But the hurt, emotional, desperate part of you didn’t, daring him to answer. Just to remind him of your existence. Just this once.

Still fighting the internal battle, you delved deeper into why he didn’t call you yet.

Did Kate tell him everything? Did she finally find out? Did she realize at all about how hurt you were?

The anger only just started to hit you, claiming your brain as a new population to be corrupted, a new host for the parasite, a new fruit to rot.

You were mad. You didn’t know at who. But you decided you were mad at Kate. For dating him. You knew it was wrong to be mad, because you had no claim over Javi, but you were too deep into your anger to actually think of a better way to cope. Suddenly, you were so mad at Kate. So, so mad. Part of you wanted to tear your house down, scream like a mad woman, but you didn’t. Your dwindling self control kept you in check.

Then came the sadness. You were so mad at Kate, but she was so happy right now. She didn’t care or know how your felt right now. how hurt you felt right now. She had Javi. Her Javi. And they were both happy - oh so happy, oh so blissfully unaware of how you felt right now.

They were happy - they were perfectly fine without you. Because they didn’t need you as a friend, not like they did in college - maybe they didn’t back then either, because they had each other. That’s all they needed. Each other was all they needed.

You were so deep into the crevices of your mind, drowning in both pain and relief, you almost didn’t hear your name drenched in Javi’s voice coming from the speaker.

‘[name]?’

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justherefortua · 5 months ago

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finished the young blood book! Though it’s definitely YA rather than as mature, it gave me a lot of nostalgia for the post-S1 fics where people thought they were goin gto be ported to childhood, and I thought the little details and the way the characters were characterized was actually really good! I loved how many parallels there were to canon and the further elaboration on the day to day life of the Umbrella Academy (and Viktor)

I wouldn’t take the book as a 100% canon source, but here are some disconnected small details that I enjoyed: SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

- Twice trying to wrangle the hargreeves is referred to as “herding cats”, which is very accurate

- Grace custom sews their outfits and adjusts them for each member 🥺🥺🥺🥺 Luther gets a new one every time he grows, Diego has secret compartments for his knives, Ben has tentacle openings, Viktor’s looks a little too big on him

- I could definitely see how this Luther turns into S1 Luther but also he’s such a good guy. He just wants to help people and receive hugs

- Diego;;; my goodness. He loves his mom and also very much has a black and white view of justice. This is when he figures out he likes all black utility gear rather than the uniform

- Allison )::: allison )::: It’s so weird to see her feel out of place among other girls considering she grows up to be a famous actress but I think it was a good moment, as well as foreshadowing for her whole issues with the rumors

- Klaus is so vibrant here. He learned how to hotwire a car (They call Hargreeves’ car Hermes) at 12 from a ghost, regularly sneaks out of the house through the sewage system (the siblings refuse to do this) and is the life of the party

- Five was mentioned and acknowledged a couple times and every time it made me go ): The revelation that Ben had a daily check-in with Klaus asking about whether he could see Five or not and always believed Five was out there somewhere destroyed me. My crumbs ): oh ):

- Ben is my favorite character so I’m so glad he gets a POV here and an actual voice! He definitely has a good heart but also definitely doesn’t fall into the solely “shy and totally passive” stereotype <3 also im just happy for content of umbrella ben i miss him

- Viktor!!! He isn’t sure if Mom claps for his violin because of if he’s actually good or. He’s very lonely but the kids do include him a little bit which is lovely. Definitely some parallels to S1 canon. Also! Some Viktor trans moments where he ruminates on that for a little bit without knowing the actual cause, the mirror line has relevance here. I thought it was handled nicely but obviously I can’t speak on experiences that aren’t my own.

Other misc details:

- Ben gets calmer under high pressure situations and therefore becomes pretty good at pool despite never having played

- Klaus likes to jump from roofs for the fun of it and just thinks his body is extremely resilient to head trauma. Klaus. Klaus no. 😭

- Diego uses “Boy Scout” as a insult for Luther, who doesn’t mind because Boy Scouts are supposed to be dependable

- Diego has always been pretty good at dancing

- The Umbrella Academy never stick around to clean up after themselves on missions

- Ben and Viktor can fit together in the passenger seat

- Favorite meals: Ben likes PB+J and potato chips, Klaus likes bubblegum ice cream, Diego likes roast beef, Luther hamburger and fries, and a hot dog for Allison (though according to her it hasn’t been her fav food in years, and also she forgot Five’s favorite and Viktor’s favorite)

- Klaus listens to heavy metal (to drown out the ghosts), Allison likes pop music

- Viktor learned how to drive one year before this book, taught by Pogo. He has his license! Klaus knows how to drive too but he drives much more recklessly lol

- Allison once had a solo magazine cover and she can’t remember whether she rumored for it or not (foreshadowing)

- Ben has never told anyone that the tentacles hurt when they come out ())):) [BODY HORROR TW] They are also literally slithering under his ski, he can feel em with his organs, and the skin is tender where they come out

- Allison knows CPR. and uses it after one of the siblings has a near death experience 👍

#young blood spoilers #umbrella academy #tua #the umbrella academy #tua spoilers

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stayevildarling · 3 months ago

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Wilhemina Venable x Cordelia Goode x Reader- Echoes of Pain

A/N: This idea randomly popped into my head and I really couldn‘t ignore it. I have genuinely missed writing Mina and Delia

Plot: Despite having been with your girlfriends Cordelia and Wilhemina for a long time, you struggle with the depths of their pain. Slowly you managed to heal Cordelia, the way she had healed your soul but Mina‘s pain was different and it killed you inside.

tw: mention of scoliosis, mention of pain medication, mention of doctors and hospitals, heavy angst/hurt/comfort

word count: 5k

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The air around the academy feels gloomy today, the rain shuddering against the large windows, the occasional rumbling of thunder in the distance and the sky filled with dark clouds making the usual bright academy very dark this afternoon.

The supreme had been working in her office most of the day, having finished with teaching her potion class this morning and briefly joining the girls for lunch, making sure to check on her girlfriend Wilhemina who had equally been in meetings and working from home. Something about the last rumbling of thunder startles the supreme, not usually faced by these type of things but something had felt strange all day and she really couldn‘t tell what it was. In the end she opts to investigate, checking on the witches, most of them giggling and chatting in the dining room, some watching some horror movies on the tv in the livingroom.

As she brushes past them, she tries looking out for you but there is no sign of you and so she opts for checking her redhead girlfriends office again. „Mina?“ she asks softly as she steps inside after knocking. The redhead, deeply concentrating on her work stops the typing on her laptop, before glancing at her blonde girlfriend, her glasses sitting so adorable on her nose it would make Cordelia smile if she wasn‘t so caught up with the nagging concern in her stomach.

„Have you seen Y/N?“ the supreme asks, getting straight to the point as the concern is written across her features. The redhead thinks about it for a moment before shaking her head no, explaining that she hasn‘t seen you other than briefly this morning. As their brown eyes meet, they both realize that they had been so caught up with their respective jobs that they really hadn‘t seen you all that much. Cordelia often woke up to your spot being empty, assuming you already started your day and finding you doing something within the academy. Wilhemina had often missed you in her arms lately as you wouldn‘t poke your head into her office anymore and offer her some tea or comany while she worked.

The guilt is written across their faces as they realize almost at the same that they had been so busy, they never noticed how far you suddenly feel from them. ,,I'm going to go and check on her'' Cordelia announces softly, despite the concern written across her features. Wilhemina nods, almost turning to her work again before she pauses ,,Hold on, I'll come with you'' she announces, quickly shutting her laptop before balancing on her cane and following her girlfriend. They both knew if you aren't around the academy or near them, you would be in the greenhouse as it had always been your safe space. They walk through the garden, the clouds filled with darkness and rain before they hover by the door, finding you there.

They watch as you sit crosslegged on the floor, multiple books around you as you softly whisper to yourself. Your face seems conflicted but as if you are concentrating on something and they both sigh in relief a little, Cordelia even smiling fondly as the view reminds her of a younger version of herself. Now, you had joined them both years ago, needing some guidance with your witchcraft but ever since then you had been performing admirably, being able to do most of the seven wonders and whenever Cordelia was teaching you something new, you would get the hang of it. She wonders what could possibly be taking so much of your time and engery.

,,Hi little one'' Wilhemina softly says, in order not to startle you. Quickly your head snaps towards them and you smile, before very subtly moving your little notebook inside your back pocket before balancing on your legs and walking over to them. ,,What has got you working so hard?'' Cordelia smiles and you glance at them before making up something about a certain potion you are trying to perfect. ,,We haven't seen you much lately'' the redhead acknowledges as she opens her arms to you and you instantly reach out, hugging her as you had undeniably missed them both. Cordelia glances over your little stack of books and utensils and can't help but keep her eyes on a certain book that she knows couldn't be from the academy.

,,What is this?`'' she questions as she walks over and both you and Wilhemina pull away, having been too caught up in the moment until now. She lifts up the dark lilac book with some patterns and latin writing before her shocked eyes turn to you, Wilhemina still holding you protectively at seeing the supreme's angry eyes. ,,A book'' you state bluntly, knowing you have been called out but not necessarily in the mood to explain it to her. ,,Where did you get this from?'' she asks again, this time taking some steps towards you and you involuntarily back into Wilhemina further. ,,Cordelia relax'' Wilhemina tries, not used to seeing the supreme this upset. ,,Do you have any idea what this is? it's dark magic, dangerous magic and does not belong at this coven at all'' she snaps and you simply stare at her before nodding.

,,Where did you get it from then little one?'' Wilhemina asks a little confused, not having understood Cordelia's strong emotions about this so far. ,,I found it at one of the book stores, it was in a weird dark section and I assumed it was magic'' you lie as you had gone to greater depths to get said book but have no desire of filling them in as you know they would be furious. ,,Why didn't you come to me, rather than hide away?'' Delia asks, her tone and features softer now. ,,I don't know, I didn't want to bother you, the two of you are always busy and have a lot going on''. Your statement didn't mean to sound like an accusation, simply an excuse for why you had been caught off lately but their faces both drop at hearing your words, knowing how demanding their work had been and the couple of missed date nights and long evenings filled with work lately.

,,We're sorry darling'' Cordelia apologises as she cups your face gently. ,,How about we make it up to you tonight?'' Wilhemina suggests and by her tone of voice, you already know what she has in mind. ,,Sure if you insist'' you smirk and Wilhemina chuckles lowly before the blonde reaches her hand out to you. ,,Come on sweetie, let's get some dinner'' she suggests and you take her hand before following her. ,,And the book?'' you ask, knowing it's a bold attempt. ,,That'll stay with me darling'' she softly but firmly explains and you simply let it go, knowing there is no way you could convince her otherwise.

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The following week carries on in it's usual rhytm, Cordelia working hard to keep her academy going, teaching classes while keeping in contact with the council. Wilhemina wasn't due for the office this week and so she had decided to work from home again, some paperwork still stacked up with projects that her idiot bosses had dropped on her. Now, Cordelia had asked you to teach one of her potion classes today, which you of course did without question. You had briefly checked on Wilhemina before carrying on with what you had been doing. You find yourself sitting crosslegged on the floor, almost ready with the preparations for the spell you had been working on for several weeks now.

As you light some candles in a circle around you, you take a deep breath before closing your eyes and quietly chanting the latin words that you had practiced. As you open your eyes, you feel nothing, and you sigh thinking that the spell hadn't worked. For a while you try and try again but nothing seems to happen so you simply blow out the candles and walk away for now needing to breathe. As soon as you step into the academy however, the spell hits you like a brick wall. You suddenly feel every single ounce of pain the witches at the academy are feeling, physical pain like a papercut, emotional pain from their years of trauma and heartbreak and by then you know you had seriously messed up. Your intention was simple, despite the magic behind it rather complicated. You wanted to take someone's pain, a very specific person and you must have done the spell wrong as right now you can feel it all and it nearly takes your breath away.

Your head buzzes with the thoughts of others, every single bit of their emotions, the happy ones, the sad ones. In response you hold on to the nearest wall, feeling like you may just collapse under the immense pressure and pain. In the same moment, Cordelia returns from her council meeting, her features content as she is happy to be back home. Her smile quickly fades as she walks inside and finds a very pale you standing by a wall and holding on for dear life. ,,Sweetie?'' she tries but the thoughts are so loud that you can't even hear her. ,,Hey Y/N'' she tries again as she rushes over and her hands come up to cup your cheeks. Your eyes practically force open as your ears continiue ringing. ,,What's wrong?'' she asks again and when you fail to respond to her, she begins to panic a little, never having seen you like that before. ,,Mina?'' she shouts up the stairs, hoping it was loud enough to reach the redhead in her office.

Without a second thought, she takes one of your arms and wraps it around her shoulder, getting you upstairs before taking you to the bedroom. Wilhemina meets you two, her features a little stern before they turn into concern. As soon as she enters you let out the most excruciating scream as her pain quite literally radiates onto you and you feel exactly the same way she is feeling every single day. ,,What hurts sweetie?'' Cordelia asks, the concern almost spilling from her brown eyes. ,,Headache'' you lie, trying to think of the next best thing. The two of them meet each other's glances, confused as to what would cause you to feel this much pain. ,,I'll be fine.. just need to sleep'' you mumble before pulling the covers over your head, hoping it will fade out some of the noises.

The two of them stand there a bit baffled at your behaviour, before Wilhemina softly reaches out, placing her hand underneath the blanket and your forehead in order to check for a tempeature. As soon as she touches you the pain begins to double and your eyes instantly fill with tears as you bite your lip in order to hide the sob threatening to escape you. ,,No temperature'' Mina exhales and Cordelia still watches in confusion, unsure what to do with you. Wilhemina walks away for a moment, pulling Cordelia into a more quiet corner of the bedroom to give you some space before she speaks again ,,Do you think she needs a doctor?'' Cordelia asks a little concerned before Wilhemina shakes her head no. ,,I don't think so, maybe it's a bad migraine but we should keep an eye on her''. You can hear their every word depsite the whispering, Wilhemina's excruciating back pain and Cordelia's overthinking and anxiety.

,,Sweetie?'' Cordelia tries again but you can't take it anymore and so all you do is mumble ,,Please.. need to be alone''. They glance at each other again before nodding ,,Okay then, we'll be right next door if you need anything''. They leave almost defeated before you sigh in relief as the pain eases a little with their leaving. In an instant, you pull the blanket away and close your eyes, teleporting to the greenhouse as you know they would become suspicious if you suddenly walked past them now. In an instant you flip through the pages of your notebook and reverse the spell. The pain in your back instantly leaves you as well as the buzzing thoughts. Some tears of relief fill your vision and you exhale deeply before making your way back into bed, sleep very much needed after today.

When Cordelia and Wilhemina join you a little over an hour later, they find you long asleep but your features much more comfortable, your face much less pale and your overall state seemingly better. The next day you simply act like nothing happened and pretend it was a bad headache but Cordelia wasn't convinced. She decided there to watch you a little closer this week and she had noticed how caught up you had been with whatever you are doing in the greenhouse. She tried asking the other witches and her most trusted girls but didn't get any helpful answers other than them not seeing you as often. She had tried to talk to you about it but you brushed her off every single time. She had considered reading your thoughts in order to get some answers but she knew it was wrong and your magic would allow you to shut her out either way. And so the only thing she could think of was to inspect a little closer one afternoon as Wilhemina and you are out on some errands as you always drove Mina to her doctors appointments and to get her medication and despite how busy you had been you would never miss that.

Cordelia reads through countless books, seeing where you had marked the pages, checking the ingredients you may have been using and trying to feel the air with her magic for any spells having been spoken recently. She doesn't really find anything useful and so she opts to leave it be for now, hoping she may find the answer one day. She decides to keep herself busy, already having made some dinner preparations before beginning on some washing as she had been done with work for the week. It's when she picks up a pair of your jeans and sees a bump in the back pocket that she takes out a small purple notebook. It's very thin and her eyebrows furrow as she had never seen said notebook before. Cordelia stares at it for a while, unsure what to do about it. She had a feeling her answers may be in the same book she is holding but equally she always cherished your privacy, never wanting to overstep or intrude.

The supreme fights an internal battle, knowing there is no way she could be getting any answers out of you. Before she can make up her mind however, the bedroom door opens and you walk inside, ready to change into some more comfortable clothes for the evening. As you notice Cordelia, you smile before it quickly fades as you see your notebook in her hands. You freeze as you search her eyes and she looks so conflicted that you can' tell whether she had read it or not. ,,I found this, when I wanted to do the washing'' she explains and you remain frozen, unsure if she had read it or not. ,,Is it yours?'' she asks and you simply nod before she takes a step towards you and hands it back. Your eyes search hers as you take it, trying to figure out whether she had read it. ,,I haven't looked'' she explains and you fight hard not to sigh in relief too much. ,,But I wish you would tell me what's going on, I'm worried about you'' she remarks and your eyes almost swell up with tears at her statement and how long you had been lying to them.

,,I won't push you but I'm here okay?'' she offers quietly and you nod before looking up into her eyes. ,,Would you like a hug sweetheart?'' she offers and within an instant you are jolting towards her, almost holding on for dear life and she holds you close, placing her chin on your head as the two of you remain like that. Wilhemina walks inside moments later, trying to find her two best girls and she is startled when she finds a concerned Cordelia and you holding onto her. Her eyebrows furrow and the blonde simply gives her a little nod that everything is well. ,,How about some dinner sweetie?'' the supreme offers gently and you nod at her offer before following them downstairs.

The remainder of the evening you spend in the comfortable embraces of each other, the academy mostly quiet with all of the witches having left for the weekend. The three of you shared a nice dinner with some easy conversation before watching a movie in the livingroom by the fireplace together. In the end you fall asleep on Wilhemina's shoulder and she smiles softly at you, before pressing a kiss to your forehead. Cordelia ends up taking you to bed, tucking you in as you remain asleep before they snuggle up to you. The supreme remains awake a little longer, trying to wrap her head around what was going on but sleep eventually welcomed her too.

By the time you wake up, it's the middle of the night and with careful and deliberate moves you manage to get out of bed without waking anyone, stealing one of Delia's Cardigans before walking into the greenhouse. You had worked on the spell for days and finally think you have got it before you prepare the familiar steps again, the circle of candles and your notebook and chanting the words. This time there is no buzzing, no voices in your head but simply pain. With gritted teeth you manage to put everything back to normal before eventually laying on the floor, wrapping Cordelia's cardigan closer before waiting for sleep to knock you out.

When Cordelia wakes up the next morning, she finds the bed empty, confused and sleepy she rubs her eyes before getting out of bed. She hears some noises from Wilhemina's office before knocking and entering. She finds the redhead pacing around her office, her cane abandoned somewhere. ,,Mina darling?'' Cordelia asks and the redheads head instantly snaps towards the blonde. ,,It's gone'' she sighs in relief and Cordelia's eyebrows furrow further at her statement. ,,The pain is gone'' she repeats again, leaving the supreme even more confused than before. ,,What do you mean?'' she asks a little dumbfounded before Mina fills her in about how she woke up this morning with no sign of pain, she could move around freely, even bend without the usual excruciating pain. ,,Do you still have-?'' Cordelia begins but Wilhemina simply nods ,,Scars still there but no pain''. Wilhemina confirms.

,,Could it have been your doctors appointment or physical therapy yesterday?'' Cordelia asks a little confused, knowing that that wasn't really possibly, having been by Wilhemina's side for years and remembering profoundly what the doctors had said in all of those appointments over the years. ,,Where- where is Y/N?'' Cordelia questions, before Wilhemina shrugs, having been so focused on the strange sensation after waking up that she never questioned your whereabouts until now. Cordelia is quick to rush to the greenhouse, having a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach before finding you sleeping on the floor with one of her cardigans.

,,Y/N darling?'' she tries as she kneels beside you and nudges you gently. Your eyes force open and you have a hard time to play off the amount of pain you are in but try nevertheless, not knowing yet whether this had finally worked. ,,Why are you asleep in here?'' she whispers as she offers to help you up. ,,I don't remember, maybe sleepwalking'' you lie, before she takes a look at your features. She could see something behind your eyes, a deep pain that she had never seen before and it's not until Wilhemina walks in that she finally understands. Your eyes sparkle as you see her walk in so freely and without a cane, the pain replaced by a sense of pride and relief. ,,Everything okay in here?'' Wilhemina asks and you simply smile at her and nod. ,,How are you Mina?'' you ask, ignoring Cordelia's staring before she smiles a little. ,,Feeling good this morning little one'' she announces before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

,,I'm going to make us some breakfast'' she announces happily, already walking off as she cannot wait to do all the things she hadn't been able to in years, finally being able to reach the top shelf, finally being able to pick something up without the usual great pain. You smile before you attempt to follow her but Cordelia holds you back as she reaches for your arm, making you spin around in the process. ,,Did you do this?'' she asks, her voice breaking with both betrayal and sadness. ,,What do you mean?'' you ask seriously before she sighs ,,Stop lying to me Y/N'' she urges and suddenly your eyes fill with tears as the last thing you wanted was her being upset with you.

,,Please tell me you didn't?'' she begs, her eyes equally filling with tears as her emotions wash over her. You remain silent and its all the comforation she needs, your shaking hands and knees, the way your shoulders are slumbed, the pain behind your eyes and she could somehow tell you are biting the inside of your mouth in order to hide the amount of pain you are in. ,,Why?'' she whispers as she averts your gaze, feeling both betrayed and sad that you never filled her in and now suddenly everything making sense to her, the hiding, the being busy, the notebook, your strange behaviour the other week. ,,Why? really? have you seen her? she's in so much pain all the time, she can't walk without pain, can't breathe without pain, she cant even take a fucking bath without pain'' your voice breaks as the tears flow from your cheeks.

,,I just..'' you begin but swallow the sob that was going to leave you any minute. You collect yourself and calm your voice before saying ,,I wanted her to feel normal, like us'' you admit. The supreme remains silent as she finds it hard to remain calm. She understands every bit of this and if her magic allowed her to do the same she would have done it years ago. But she knows the dangers and considering the book she had taken from you, she can't believe how foolish you had been as this magic was anything but safe. ,,I'm sorry'' you whimper, suddenly feeling the guilt of lying to them and her and for not having confided in her. She watches as you fall apart under the lies and pain and instantly walks over to hold you in her arms. ,,I'm sorry for lying, I just wanted to help Mina'' you whimper. ,,Shh sweet girl, it's okay'' she whispers, holding you close as some tears roll down her cheeks.

,,Is that what happened the other day too?'' she asks and you nod weakly into her chest. ,,I must have done it wrong and suddenly felt everyones pain but I reversed it'' you admit, not feeling like lying to her any longer. She nods quietly as she tries considering her next options and how to fix this. ,,Is the pain very bad?'' she asks and you nod before pulling away a little. ,,I can take it though Delia, please don't tell her'' you beg and she simply looks at you with an expression that mirrors her heartache. She couldn't believe how selfless you are and that you would rather continiue your days being in excruciating pain rather than seeing Wilhemina in pain ever again.

,,Sweetie I can't'' she whispers and you take her hands before your eyes meet her. ,,Please Delia, not yet at least, let her have some days of not being in pain''. The supreme thinks about it for a moment before nodding ,,Take these at least'' she orders and you nod as she passes you some of Wilhemina's pain medication that she carried with her at all times incase her girlfriend would get a particularly bad episode. ,,Can we go for breakfast now please?'' you ask with puppy eyes and she simply nods with a sad smile before walking you into the kitchen. You watch as Wilhemina moves around freely and simply look at Cordelia who remains conflicted but stays silent.

The days following, the supreme finds it increasingly hard to watch the dramatic change from Wilhemina being way more mobile and you almost rotting away in bed as the ability to get out of bed becomes overwhelming. The supreme had been in her office most day, trying to figure out whether there was a way to reverse this but keep Wilhemina from the pain again but she finds it increasingly hard to find a safe way in order not to hurt either of you. She had briefly inspected the book she had taken from you and your notebook but quickly closed them again as she knew the price of those types of magic.

Now, Wilhemina was many things but she wasn't stupid. She could tell there was something going on with you and Cordelia. She had been focused on doing some things of her own but she couldn't enjoy her freedom without you two. And of course she knew it couldn't have been the appointments or pain medication and so she decides to investigate. ,,Cordelia?''the redhead knocks and the blonde simply mumbles something before she steps inside. Wilhemina takes a seat, finding the blonde very far away with her thoughts as she barely acknowledges the redhead. ,,Can you tell me whats going on please?'' the redhead asks and instantly her brown eyes find Wilhemina's.

,,I'm not stupid, something is going on, please tell me'' she pleads and Cordelia can't keep it inside any longer. And so she fills the redhead in how you had been messing with some dark magic, how you are the one who had taken the woman's pain, how she had tried to find a way to reverse this, how you had been so adamant to keep the truth from her and keep things the way they are now. Wilhemina quite literally falls apart at the supreme's admission, she has had some ideas but nothing prepared her for the truth and the depth of it. ,,Where is she?'' the redhead asks and Cordelia quietly whispers ,,In the bedroom'' before Wilhemina disappears.

She finds you in bed, blanket pulled up to your shoulders but your eyes open. Your features beam as you watch her walk inside with no cane. ,,Little one'' she sighs as she takes a seat on the bed beside you and from her features and Cordelia's guilty eyes who lingers by the doorframe, you can tell that she knows. Your eyes instantly water with the intensity of the guilt and pain, knowing they would reverse this spell which only made the whole thing a million times worse. ,,I won't let you do it'' you announce stubbornly as you glance at Cordelia who already holds a book in her hands. ,,Can you come here for me little one?'' the redhead asks gently and you nod as she helps you up and positions you on her lap, this time she the one making sure she isn't hurting your back in the process.

,,Little one'' she begins as she holds you close ,,It means everything to be me that you did this'' she admits, having a hard time with her feelings but knowing she needs to be open with you. ,,But you need to let Cordelia reverse it'' she says a little sternly. You instantly begin to sob in her arms, feeling the weight of what you done. You can't begin to imagine what it must feel like to give her the pain back after some days of freedom, making you wish you never did this to begin with. She holds you closer, feeling her heart break at the sight of you. ,,I can't because I messed up Mina, I took it away for a few days and now I have to give it back''.

,,Please just leave it, I promise you, I'm okay, I can take this'' you beg and this time Cordelia walks over as she sits beside you two, knowing how hard this must be for you both. ,,Darling, it's not about taking it'' Cordelia tries before Wilhemina joins in again ,,I have had this for as long as I can remember little one and I cope well'' Wilhemina says but you have a hard time believing her considering what you had been witnessing every day. ,,Yes I hurt and yes I can't do certain things but my medication and years of experience help me, I can tell you are in so much pain and it's not your burden to carry''. Wilhemina explains, this time leaving no room for arguments.

There is silence for a while as she holds you and neither of them, especially Wilhemina doesn't feel an ounce of anger. She couldn't be more touched by your gesture, that you put her pain above your own and took this so bravely for the last few days. A part of her feels grateful for the things she had been able to do in the meantime, always having wondered what it may feel like without Scoliosis and all the side symptoms of it and the effects of her medication and you had made just that possible for her. In the meantime you couldn't feel more selfish and foolish, wishing you had thought this through further, knowing now there was no way they wouldn't have found out and forced you to reverse it.

,,I found a spell that is safe but it may hurt'' Cordelia explains and the two of you nod. ,,I-'' Wilhemina begins and for a second you hope she may just change her mind. ,,There is one thing I would like to do'' she admits and Cordelia's eyebrow raise before she encourages her to go on. ,,I want to dance with you, you both'' she admits and it kills both of you and Cordelia but the supreme agrees. She walks over to the vinyl player in the corner before playing some slow music. The two of them begin and you watch with all the sadness in the world at how perfectly they move in synch, slow, intimate and filled with so much emotion. You could tell this meant a lot to them, especially Wilhemina and it causes your heart to ache as your eyes swell with tears.

,,Your turn sweetie'' Cordelia encourages as she sits down nearby. The two of you begin swaying and Wilhemina is careful to read your expressions, making sure this wasn't too painful for you. You decide to ignore the pain, push through it as you spin her around, sending tears to both Cordelia and the redhead watching her move so freely and carefully. Wilhemina pulls you closer as your heads rest on each other, the music making this moment perfect. ,,Thank you for giving me this little one'' she whispers before pulling your lips into a kiss, a kiss that spoke a thousand words, all the gratefullness, the deep emotion the woman feels about what you had done for her, knowing no one else would have even attempted it besides Cordelia.

The supreme glances at you two with a questioning look as you both nod and with a few whispers of latin words and some magic flying around in the air, you feel the pain slowly leave you, the weight quite literally pulled off your back and entering your girlfriend again. Wilhemina doesn't even flinch, having been used to this for so long. The music doesn't stop but she pulls away before whispering ,,I need my cane''. Cordelia is about to get up when you signal her to stop ,,I may not be able to take this from you forever but for now, let me hold you please'' you offer and the redhead simply nods with tears lingering in her eyes as you continiue to sway her, Cordelia watching the bittersweet moment equally with tears.

And so, the evening comes to an end as the two of you remain swaying to the song, you this time the one holding Wilhemina up and making sure it's not too big a strain on her back. Despite feeling guilty, a part of you is happy you could give her what you had given her and Wilhemina couldn't feel happier knowing the pain was gone from your beautiful features. She felt content like this, having this by her side for so long that it almost felt strange when her back was normal for a while. ,,May I join you?'' Cordelia whispers and you take her hand as the three of you hold each other, focusing on the soft music playing in the background and your hearts beating in synch.

Neither of you had thought this evening would end like this and despite the tears and the pain, this night brought you closer than ever as the three of you understood the lengths of pain you would go through to keep each other safe and from harm. Wilhemina and Cordelia couldn't love you more in this moment and you couldn't feel more guilty but with each smile, each tear and every single assuring whisper they make you feel loved, make you feel that this was right and by the sparkle in Wilhemina's eyes you can tell you have given her something that she will never forget and she will always be grateful for.

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aesopsharpmybeloved · 9 months ago

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Tess' Sharpuary - 29. Reparo (*)

Aesop's overenthusiasm in indulging in some wild impromptu lovemaking with his sweetheart leads to a rather unexpected sitution.

chapter specific tags: 18+!, explicit, established relationship, attempts at humour

relationships: aesop sharp x reader

a/n: I like to think this one is quite unhinged, as I wanted to go out with something of a bang 😁

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29. Reparo (1k)

tw: explicit, vaginal sex, age difference (reader is an adult)

Nestled among various books and scrolls, partly hidden away by collapsed shelves, lay a couple in a rather obvious state of undress, both of them laughing uncontrollably.

In all honesty, Aesop Sharp should have picked a more suitable vertical surface to pin his young lover against, however, one sometimes simply cannot steer their passion. And in a sudden surge of desire brought to him by her seductive words, coupled with the enticing movement of her hips as well as his overall hunger which seemed to be merely lurking below the surface since the first time he was allowed to take her, he truly found himself unable to think clearly, the blood normally coursing through his brain gathering entirely elsewhere.

And so, in an ill-advised move, after ridding one another of all the not only unnecessary, but at that moment completely unwanted articles of clothing, the young woman’s warm back was pressed against the coolness of the bookcase, and their bodies surrendered to their most carnal, unbridled desires. However, what their wild coupling lacked in choosing of a good surface, it made up for completely in passion and pleasure, the scraping and thudding noises the bookcase made as Aesop’s sweetheart was mercilessly pounded into against it were music to the professor’s ears as much as her own moans of gratification.

That is, until a different noise entirely cut through their heated moment. A very nasty sounding crack. And suddenly, all hell broke loose. His lover squeaked and tightened her arms around him as she felt the bookcase give way and begin collapsing behind her. Aesop, however, was not fast enough in getting his balance as the girl’s entire weight was suddenly shifted onto him. And so, they tumbled down in a tangle of limbs, the potions master only just so managing to shift them enough so neither of them hurt themselves on their way down, his hand securely on the back of her head for good measure.

He used his own body to shield her then, as the blasted piece of furniture pretty much broke apart and fell all around them, books hitting his back painfully on their way down, soon being spread around their panicked bodies and some even covering them, along with the wooden shelves. After a few seconds, it would seem the Great Fall of the Study Bookcase was over, and Aesop didn’t waste a single second in asking: “Merlin’s fluttery hole! Are you alright?” along with checking his young lover for any potential injury.

There was complete and utter silence for several seconds, broken only by their heavy breathing, but then…

Then the young woman began laughing, loudly and openly. A few moments later, during which the complete absurdity of the situation finally hit the professor, he gladly joined her in her laughter. His face buried in her neck, his guffaws reverberating over her skin, her hands twisting gently in his hair.

“Oh, Merlin’s saggy left bollock,” she squeaked, giggles still wracking through her mostly bare body. “I’m so sorry,” Aesop replied, his laughter still strong, and he lifted himself on one hand to observe the damage. His sweetheart didn’t seem to be hurt, thankfully, and there were tears of laughter running down her rosy cheeks. The bookcase was left in a state of complete ruin, and one of the collapsed shelves was digging into his arse rather uncomfortably.

This was bloody ridiculous.

“I’m sorry, fuck… This is a first for me,” he said sheepishly, not making an effort to move just yet. “Another thing you can add into your autobiography,” the girl giggled again, taking in deep breaths, prompting a curious look from him. Her eyes closed and hrt grin widened: “Aesop Sharp; Former Auror, Potions master of Hogwarts, part-time bookcase destroyer!”

Aesop rolled his eyes, and lowered his head to rest at the crook of her neck again. “Such things can happen in the throes of passion,” he defended himself lamely, shrugging his shoulders the tiniest little bit. He could feel yet another giggle bubble in her chest: “True enough. However, seeing as our throes of passion caused me to now have an edge of a book somewhere an edge of a book definitely should not be, I think we better go enjoy the throes of passion somewhere else, ideally on something that won’t collapse on us.”

He chuckled, but moved to get up, the books and shelves that covered his back and bum falling down from him in the process. His prick wilted slightly in the chaos that ensued, but despite everything, it was quite obvious he was still very much interested in continuing what they began. “My sweet,” he offered his hand to his lover, and she took it with a roll of her eyes.

With a quick wave of his wand and a ‘Reparo’ uttered from his lips, the bookcase began repairing itself, and soon stood as it did before some idiot decided to fuck his girlfriend against it. Books floated back into their previous position soon after, and the only proof that anything had happened in the study at all outside of just that - studying - were the two of them, partly naked, slightly sweaty, hair tangled and bodies still warm and thrumming gently.

“So… want to try the kitchen counter next? I’m almost positive that one will be fine,” Aesop offered with a cheeky grin, prompting the young woman to smack his shoulder lightly. “I think I’m actually quite happy to finish in our bed tonight. However, if you want to experiment up on the counter, be my guest. I’ll be in the bedroom when you’re done,” she replied teasingly. Aesop mock frowned, before swiftly grabbing her waist and throwing the poor girl over his shoulder.

“Bed is an excellent idea, dear,” he said happily as he hauled her, giggling and squealing, out of his study.

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a/n: And that's it folks! Sharpuary concluded. Thank you everyone who read and enjoyed these little snippets of mine, as well as the silly scribbles. It was very fun to participate, as well as reading and looking at what all the other Sharpies produced. I already have some more art and I'm in the middle of writing a new fic, so I'll hopefully soon have more Sharp content to share, and hopefully next year, we'll do this rodeo again 😁

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed ❤

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hxzxrdous · 2 years ago

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It's gonna sound dark asf but Lady Lesso x Never!student!reader goes missing for like a couple of days maybe Rafal kidnapped the reader and then they found her like at the edge of the forest or something and she's really hurt. I'MMM THIRSTY FOR ANGST

The School for Good and Evil

Platonic Lady Lesso x Never!reader

TW: Kidnapping, blood, angst, hurt, dark dark so dark I can't see sh*t

HOPE

Lady Lesso sat in her office, immersed in preparing the materials for tomorrow's Curses & Death Traps class for the second-year Nevers. Her door stood wide open, and amidst a clutter of books and paperwork, she sat at her desk, lost in profound contemplation. A jumble of books lay scattered across the room, topped by a stack of paperwork. Beside the documents, a half-consumed cup of tea sat, accompanied by another cup nearby. It was obvious that she had no intention of taking a break that day.

Sighing, the dean gazed out of her window, observing the encroaching darkness and imminent storm. She rose from her seat, her cane rhythmically tapping against the floor. Peering into the night shrouded by the storm, a tired expression on her face as she contemplated the forthcoming task of patrolling the dormitories.

The night remained surprisingly calm, punctuated only by the echoing clicks of Lady Lesso's heels, the rhythmic taps of her cane, and the creaking of doors. However, that changed when she entered one of the dormitories and noticed that one of the beds was unoccupied.

Inspecting it closely, she approached the empty bed. She looks down at the bare mattress, eyes narrowing slightly in suspicion. She runs one of her well-manicured finger over the pillow before looking around the room and points her cane to one of the girl.

"You. Tell me who sleeps here. Now."

"Y/N Y/L/N sleeps there, ma'am. She went to the bathroom an hour ago but she still hasn't come back." The girl replied, sitting up on her bed.

Determined to investigate, Lady Lesso promptly strode towards the bathroom, only to find it devoid of any presence.

Lady Lesso would've been angry if she wasn't so worried.

The usually-composed Lady Lesso seemed quite troubled. She walked back over to the dormitory and to the bare mattress and stood by it, looking down. She looked back over at the girls in the room, frustration mingled with her growing worry.

"Has she acted oddly at all recently? I'm not sure what could be the reason for her to suddenly disappear..." Lady Lesso asked.

"No, ma'am, she seemed fine." The same girl answered.

With a heavy atmosphere weighing upon her, the late hour compelled her to consider waiting until the following morning to see if Y/N would be present in class. However, unease permeated her thoughts as she dreaded the possibilities that layed ahead.

Sighing, Lady Lesso ran her hand through her hair, glancing back at the vacant mattress. She furrowed her brow in frustration and concern, not wanting to burden the girls with her own fears. After all, they needed a good night's sleep for the class tomorrow.

"Very well... If she remains missing tomorrow, we will revisit this matter as a priority. Rest now."

With a hint of reluctance, she made her way to the door.

The next morning, Lady Lesso made her way to the same dorm, this time with a few other professors in tow. They checked the room again, but still found no sign of Y/N. Lady Lesso's concern has now turned to full-blown worry, and she called for the other professors to check every room at the school. When they also came up empty-handed, she began giving out orders about organising a full-scale search for the missing student.

The school day continues in a frenzy of panic, with everyone on high alert for any sign of Y/N. Both the faculty members of The School of Evil and The School of Good set aside their rivalries, uniting in their mission to find Y/N.

After hours of frantic searching, the professors all met in the main hall, providing any information they had discovered. Lady Lesso looked exhausted, and she sinked into the chair on the podium.

"We have searched every inch of this place and we haven't found her... She has just vanished without a trace..." Lesso tapped her cane in frustration.

Clarissa Dovey, the dean of the School of Good, responded, concern etched in her eyes, "We can't continue the search, Lesso. The rain is much too heavy. The lightning could be dangerous. Let's not even mention the wind."

Clarissa's words just made Lesso feel more helpless and desperate to know what has happened.

"What are we supposed to do now? Give up? Just wait until tomorrow?" Lady Lesso asked with exasperation, clearly on edge at the thought of having to spend the rest of today just sitting here doing nothing.

"I've lost one of my students... I just can't stand by and wait. We have to do SOMETHING, anything!" She stood up from her chair. She was angry. Angry at the professors, angry at the storm, and angry at herself.

"She couldn't just disappear without a trace- She must be somewhere. Perhaps we continue the search inside the school today?" Dovey suggested.

Lady Lesso listened to Dovey's words, and sighed. She was right, it isn't like a student can just disappear out of thin air. She had to be here, somewhere.

Lady Lesso gave a nod of approval, her face a mask of determination. She looked across the other teachers, and made a motion for them to get ready.

"Come on, we've got the school to search."

- - -

There was no trace of Y/N. Lady Lesso was in her office, standing infront of the window, looking outside. Somehow the night was even darker tonight and it felt like the storm and the lightning every now and there was mocking the dean and the whole school.

She sighed and rubbed her temples in frustration. It had been two days of searching now, two nights of her unable to sleep, and they still haven't found Y/N. She couldn't help but feel angry at herself for failing to protect her student. She tried to distract herself with the paperwork stacked on her desk but it was too late to worry about that now.

Suddenly, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, a sense of foreboding washing over her. She turned towards the door, all of her senses on edge... It must be just her imagination from the lack of sleep.

"Leonora of Gavaldon." An icy cold voice from the dark corner whispered.

Lady Lesso's grip on her cane tightened as she heard the voice, taking a step back. She took a deep breath in, and stared at the figure in shock, her heart was racing but she managed to keep her composure.

"Rafal, what are you doing here?" She asked, her voice sharp.

Rafal reached into his cloak, pulling a familiar strand of hair out of his pocket, dropping it onto the floor. And just like he appeared out of nowhere, he disappeared out of nowhere too.

The lightning flashed as Lady Lesso stared down at the strand of hair, fear and worry rising within her. She stood frozen, her eyes slowly looking up in horror. A cold, bitter feeling rose within her as she took in the horrible realization of what that meant.

A shiver goes down her spine and she lets out a shaky breath, whispering to herself.

"What have you done to her, Rafal?"

The next day as soon as the storm weakened and the sun rose, the search continued. The birds were chirping happily, sunshine rays hit the water droplets on the dewed grass, however the air was heavy in contradiction of the weather.

Lady Lesso's head turned so quickly she almost snapped her neck when she heard a couple of professors calling for the dean. They found Y/N. The dean's chest felt heavy as she started walking towards the sound of the professors screaming. She realised she wished they hadn't found Y/N. Not in this state. She could see the girl's body in a pool of blood from the far distance. The red colour complimenting the bright green colour of the grass.

Lady Lesso gasped as she saw the body... She couldn't believe it. She had hoped that she'd be wrong about her fears, but that... That couldn't be real. And yet, it was real. Her heart felt like a rock in her chest, and the world spinned in her vision. If it weren't for the support of her cane, she'd drop to the floor.

She kneeled down next to the body, staring down in horror at the bloody scene... She felt sick, her stomach twisting itself in knots. She reached out for the student's face which was cold to the touch, the girl's eyes open and staring sightless back at the dean.

"No... Oh, no... Y/N... Please, be alive-"

Lady Lesso put her silver nail-painted finger against the girl's neck, searching for any sign of life... And then she felt a faint thump. Maybe... just maybe... there was hope.

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copias-sewer-rat · 1 year ago

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IN HIS IMAGE [SECONDO x f!reader] CHAPTER III

While you are in search of a new book to read, Secondo will continue to test the reach of the lust ritual.

Apologies for how short this chapter is. This is the middle chapter and it will be conecting to the next one and the subsequent finale. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy it!

tw/tags: smut. +18 warning, established relationship, spicy literature, semipublic sex (kinda?), thigh fucking, teasing, p in v, brief mention of cunnilingus, catholic defiance (very brief), pillow fucking, m/f relationship. 2.7K words

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The library is empty, not many people visit it so early in the morning, but you needed to get a new book. You are looking for something very specific and it is taking a while to find it. You have checked every bookshelf, even asking the librarian for its location, but it seems impossible to find its whereabouts.

You are about to give up when you suddenly see a very worn out spine with the title almost faded. Curiously, you get close and grab it with care. The title read ‘Ms. Finley’s big adventure’. That was it! You almost laugh out loud when you read the title. It seems to be taken out from a child’s book, but of course, it isn’t. Lately, you have been leaning towards the more spicy tomes of your own bookshelf, and you have devoured them all in a few weeks. The romantic plot mixed with the nasty descriptions of sex made you swoon every time. Secondo himself doesn’t understand what lures you to them, but he gets extremely happy when you get to a particularly horny scene and need to jump to his bones to quiet the ache.

There is no much time left until the library gets a bit more lively, but you do want to start the book immediately, so finding your favorite spot in the library, a tiny desk on the corner with just enough light to read, you settle to read the first chapters of the book:

‘The night was fast approaching and Ms. Lena Finley needed to find a place to rest. She had escaped just in time from the grasp of his lover, the priest of Fallengrace, father Lucius Viper. But for how long could she avoid him? In the distance, a small tavern welcomed her with smoke coming out from its chimney and a warm light emanating from the windows. Just in time, a storm was approaching. She hasted her horse and in a few more minutes they arrived to their destination. The place looked welcoming enough, but what she needed the most was a good bed and a nice sleep. The bed was comfortable, a bit softer than she liked, but good nonetheless. She covered herself with the sheets when it suddenly started to rain. The gentle sounds of the drops against the window made her more sleepy than she was and soon she was drifting into slumber.

Memories of her forbidden love appeared in front of her, his warm body, his beautiful auburn hair, his two radiant green orbs that shone even brighter when he saw her. And oh… his member… how his enormous member ached when he entered her. He made her feel so good, so loved. But their love was forbidden. She could never forgive herself if she became the cause of his demise. She could not bare either being so agonizingly close to him and not being able to be with him. That’s why she ran, that’s why she was hiding from everything.

She had made it far in the couple of days she had been gone. Lena would find a place to work, a place to start over, but of course, she was sad. She loved Lucius with all her heart and her tears started to fall when she thought sleep was near. Her sobs echoed through the silent room, until it wasn’t silent anymore. Some quick paced steps approached the room, then silence. Lena was scared, maybe they had found her, maybe it was all over. A couple of knocks suddenly broke the silence.

“Lena, it is me… please I know you are there… please…” It was Lucius! He had found her, how?

With caution, she got out of bed and stood in front of the door. Her breath was heavy and her silky nightgown was doing nothing to protect her from the cold. Slowly, she opened the door to find a drenched Lucius standing right in front of her. His hair wet, his eyes sad and with dark bags under them, but once he saw her, a small light flickered on them, as if life had returned to him.

“My love…” Lucius launched forward, hugging Lena as she was made of smoke. “Please, don’t go, don’t leave me. My soul aches for you, I am lost if you are not beside me…”

“Lucius… but your position, your responsibilities. I could never be the reason for your demise, my love.” Lena whispered against his neck, hugging him back. The water dripping from his clothes sticking to her nightgown, but the familiar heat emanating from him felt so welcome to her chilling soul.

“I don’t care, I only want you. Fuck the church, fuck them all from trying to make you go away. I will never forgive them.”

“Dear, please, don’t say that. I know how important it is to you, I know how much you love God.” Lucius hugged her even tighter.

“No, not as much as I love you, never as much as I love you…”

They kissed then, slow, deep, all the emotions unspoken poured into the embrace. Lucius grabbed Lena’s back and went upward until he found her neck and then her cheeks, deepening the kiss. He moved slightly forward, not breaking the contact as he closed the door with his foot. She understood then, she felt the same, they both needed each other, right there and then.’

It has been only twenty minutes since you have started reading the book and it was already getting to the good stuff. Suddenly, your phone buzzes. A message from Secondo:

‘Tesoro, have you found what you were looking for?’

‘I have, I am reading a bit in the library.’

‘Oh, I figured. Can you stay there a bit longer? I am going to be busy.’

‘Yeah, sure. Do you need anything?’

‘Not really, well… just don’t make much noise, you know the librarian gets when she hears unwanted noises.’

‘Caro, what’s that supposed to mean?’

‘Niente, just teasing, I know how you get when you read those books my dear…’

You blush, trying to come with a witty comeback but Secondo seems to have disconnected from the chat, leaving with the last word. He is acting weird for sure, planning something. Nothing you can do for now but continue reading.

‘Lucius drowned her breath with his passion, trying to consume her like the forbidden fruit everyone said she was. It didn’t matter to him, he was going to sin, he was going to become the worst sinner if that meant that they could be together forever. He sat her gently on the bed and took a good look. Her hair looked so soft and so did her skin, the droplets of rain that had drenched him had transferred to her, falling through her arms and between her breasts. The outfit she was wearing was also wet, sticking to her skin, hugging her curves. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever laid his eyes upon.

Lena laid on top of the bed, extending her arms over her head, he gown rising over her knees and reaching her covered core. Lucius stood standing, right in front of her, looking at her with a hungry gaze, thinking of all the things he wanted to do to her. Them. he knelt down, like he always did, ready to pray, ready to pull his whole devotion into the one he loved the most. Delicately, he grabbed the elastic of Lena’s panties and pulled down, Lena herself raising her hips to allow for a better access. Once off, Lucius got close, inhaling the sweet scent that emanated from her. She was so ready, so wet, so fucking perfect. His nose brushed her core, his breath hitting her like a cold breeze in the summer heat. Then, his mouth enveloped her entire cunt, sucking and licking, he was desperate for her nectar. His tongue swept up and down, sometimes circling her clit-’

A jolt of pleasure kicks you suddenly. You know you are wet, you know you are horny. That is no excuse however to feel a dick brushing your folds. It cannot be. You look down and gasp, a glistening blue dick is just sliding through your cunt. That motherfucker. How was Secondo doing that? Did the lust ritual had more reach than you thought? It was all so new and unknown, you hadn’t found any accounts from people that had attempted the ritual before so it was all a shot in the dark. It had served you well before, but this? This was completely unexpected, not unwelcome, just surprising.

You see Secondo’s dick fully erect, glistening with precum, thrusting slightly and making you moan at the contact. You don’t know what he is fucking, but the position is making you want more, then you remember where you are. You are in public, any minute now someone would be getting close to you, looking for a book. You had to flee. Standing up you see your predicament, the floating shiny member of your lover was still there, continuing its lustful motion. You were trapped, everybody would see so you have to take this as quietly as you can, there would be time for revenge later.

Secondo lays on top of your shared bed, completely naked, smirking like the devil that he is and fucking a pillow. He is imagining you, seated on a chair of the library, he knows exactly where, he knows how much you like that seat so he can picture you so clearly. He closes his eyes and your image is so real, you are hunched over, the book in your hands, your eyes wide shut and your breath quick and ragged. His thrusts continue, the pillow feels like your cunt, your folds, wet and hot. He is not going to enter you today, he knows you could not take that much without moaning his name, so he is going to fuck your cunt.

You know what he wants, you are coating him entirely, but the fact that he is not entering you is driving you nuts. His tip is hitting your entrance and the length of his cock brushing your clit… You close your eyes and try to focus on how the fuck not to moan as loud as you want. Involuntarily, you close your thighs, clenching them around Secondo’s length and you can feel him twitching, the contact surely made him gasp. The image of his naked body fills you then, his elbows on the mattress, his knees too, he has fallen over from the unexpected contact of your thighs.

‘Cazzo!’ You can hear on the back of your mind.

‘Two can play at this game, my dear… You underestimate me.’ You think and the rumbles of a low chuckle bless your ears. You are not talking to each other, it is impossible, but the ideas, you minds, they are connected somehow. What the fuck was that ritual?

‘I could never, you are too much of a needy slut for me to underestimate you’ The thought hits you and you blush deeply ‘Now be good and let me fuck you a bit, sì? And be quiet, we don’t want t get you in trouble, do we?’

‘When I get you-ah!- my revenge is going to be slow and painful, I promise…fuck!’ You think, hoping it reaches Secondo, his movements starting again, giving some needed attention to your clit.

‘I wouldn’t want it any other way, tesoro mio… I really want you to pour all your frustration into me, you know I can take it… as-I-know-you-can-take-mine.’ The last words of the sentence marked with a heavy thrust each, which makes you clench the table in front of you, turning you knuckles white.

The glistening ghostly cock in between your thighs quickens the pace and you hear the wet sounds of your drenched cunt letting the member in and out of your folds and thighs. You want to moan, you want to whimper and you want to fucking scream Secondo’s name. Without being able to avoid it, and after a particularly rough thrust, the book you are holding falls from your hands onto the floor. The sound of a woman hushing makes you turn white, you were so lost in the pleasure and focusing about not letting out any sounds that you had neglected the book. You open your eyes widely at the sound, checking your surroundings with a panicked expression but there is no one around. The librarian must still be at her spot, but any more sounds and she could come check in any moment, you need to be more careful.

Slowly you rise from your chair, both of your fists gripping the wooden table. The always familiar tightening of your abdomen starts to make itself present. Grabbing with force, you arch your back and open your legs, if you wanted to get out of there, better to finish this fast. In your mind you hear a displeased groan, so you close your legs again, enveloping the ghostly cock.

‘Good girl…’ You hear, biting your lip to not let out any of the sounds you want to do. This is one of the most frustrating things Secondo has made you do, and he is going to pay it tenfold… but it feels so fucking good to have him like this, your little secret, he fucking you so good and you having to keep quiet… so sinful.

There is nothing you can do but close your eyes to fully concentrate on being quiet, Secondo laughs and you want to kick his ass, but maybe when he is finished fucking you. The brushing of your clit feels surreal, tingly and swollen into heavenly bliss. You want to come so bad, but when you instantly think about it, Secondo quiets you.

‘My dear, I do need to fuck you today. I need to feel you around me. Could you be quiet while I fuck that pretty pussy of yours, mhm? Will you be a good girl for your Papa?’ You want to fucking kill him, but you also want him to fuck you into an orgasmic puddle of lust.

‘Okay… Caro, please be quick, I am so close already.’

‘I know, tesoro mio, I can feel it, your tightness, your aching core is calling me… somehow. And I want nothing more than to get lost inside of you.’

‘What do you want me to do?’

‘Stay there, but part your legs once more, I will take you from the back.’ You nod and comply.

Your forearms now rest on top of the desk, your fists clenched and hurting from the force you are doing. Secondo stands up from his place on the bed, and grabs your invisible hips, aligning himself once again with your entrance. Without warning he slides in with such ease you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

In and out, the rhythmic motions set by Secondo’s heavy thrusts swing your body forward, the table moving slightly, creaking under your force. At this point you do not care about the noise, even if it would mortify you if anyone found out about what was going on, but the lust was clouding your common sense, you just want to come.

‘Faster, please…’ You plead and without a word Secondo sets his motions even faster, your core already on fire, the blissful release wanting to get out.

‘Come for me, tesoro mio…’ and on cue, you do. Your walls clenching around his pulsating dick, your orgasm hitting like a tsunami. You put your lips together, a scream just at the back of your throat. Secondo continues his motions and with a couple more thrusts he is coming too. His seed feels hot and heavy, making you hum in pleasure, but there is nothing there as you glance down. He must have ruined a perfectly good pillow.

Trying to think of something for Secondo to hear doesn’t work anymore, you cannot hear him. The glowing dick in between your core faintly disappearing after he let out his release, it is the proof you need that this connection only works while the occurrence of the act of lust itself.

You are left there, siting and exhausted from the bliss of your orgasm. You know for sure Secondo is laughing, waiting for you to come back to tease you to no end. Well, we will see who teases who, after all, revenge is the sweetest treat.

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Italian translations:

Niente: nothing

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suckeddry · 2 months ago

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Late night at library

TW: NONE

Cuthbert Beckett x GN! reader

You were staying late at the library again. Desperately trying to remember as much as possible for tomorrow´s test. You looked around the quiet study room, enjoying the dimly lit room with the heavy air smelling of old books. Even when you were stressed, you could always appreciate the peacefulness of the library. Just you, the books and nothing else.

The moment you finished that thought a loud crash ruined the peace. You looked around, searching for the source of the sudden noise. At first there was nothing to be seen, just a dimly lit study room but when your eyes searched the whole room, they stopped at a man that just scrambled through the window. It was not graceful per se. He did seem that he had experience doing that but not elegantly. “You know the front doors are open, correct?” You decided to speak up. The man in the window froze, slowly looked at you and flashed you a suave smile. “Are they now? Should have checked that.” He says in a resonant voice with a slight British accent. Now that he stands up in the library, his leather coat lazily falling down beneath his knee, he takes a better look at you. “Now..is that a Nietzsche you're reading?” He slowly looks you up and down. “Interesting.” He mumbled to him and you weren't sure if he was amazed or silently judging you.

The strange man looked around as if trying to find something. As you tried to follow his gaze that was hidden behind a tinted sunglasses, both of your eyes fell down at an old photocopy in the opposite corner in the study. The stranger sauntered towards it as if to look casual in front of you. He leans down, putting an old-looking piece of paper inside a photocopy. But then he proceeds to just stare at it as he laid down his fingers with very sharp looking nails on the machine, gently tapping it. It seemed almost like he wasn't sure how to use it.

After at least five minutes of him staring at the photocopy and you staring at him, the little voice inside your head decided to speak up. “Need some help?” The moment you finish the sentence, he looks at you with the same suave smile as before. “Well now that you are willing.” He gestured to the photocopy. Maybe it was curiosity or pity that made you stand up and go meet him at the photocopy. You looked at him, now finally close enough to look at all the small details of his face, his eyes immediately caught your attention. They had such unnatural gleam and his pupils were strangely shaped. His voice was the thing that brought you from the trance. “The photocopy, dear.” He gave you a smile and you could swear his teeth were a lot sharper than those you had in your mouth. You nodded, pressing a button to copy the paper. When it was finished, he took both of the papers in hands and glued one of them in a diary he pulled from his coat. “You have my thanks.” He smiled at you once again and turned around to leave, when you stopped him. “What's your name?” You quickly blurted out. He turned around to face again and made almost a dramatical bow. “The name is Beckett.” And with that simple sentence he disappeared.

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synthetickitsune · 2 years ago

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Wonwoo (Seventeen) | Out late angst | 1k TW: depression, implied self-harming tendencies?, a lil' vent-ish

“So care to tell me what you were doing out so late? Without a hat or a scarf?” Wonwoo asks, voice stern as he sits down, setting the two mugs of steaming tea down on the table. You’d like to believe his voice was only like that because he was fully concentrated on not spilling anything, but you’re not that naive.

“I told you,” you say sheepishly, “I just went for walk, got lost in my thoughts and lost track of time.”

You can see in his eyes he doesn’t believe a word. Sometimes you hate how perceptive he is and how well he knows you. He doesn’t push though, for now at least, and you’re grateful for that.

You take the mug into your hands and let the warmth seep into your frozen body. You haven’t yet stopped shivering, but it’s better with each passing second. You have a feeling Wonwoo would chew you out more if it wasn’t for your nearly hypothermic state.

Risking a quick glance, you see him spacing out, staring at the steam rising from his own mug. You wonder what’s going on in his mind. Maybe he really is more angry with you than he lets on…

“I’m sorry I’m taking advantage of you like this,” you mumble quietly. You don’t want to aggravate him further.

The book he was reading lies on the table, and judging by the soothing playlist gently humming in the background and scented candle burning further in front of you, you’ve interrupted him at a very sensitive time. He doesn’t mess around when he gets consumed by a good book.

“You’re not,” he sighs. But he doesn’t get it and you suppose you’ll never be ready to talk to him, so no better time than now. You don’t let him continue, interrupting him as he takes a breath.

“No, I-” you let your head hang low. Maybe it’d be better not to speak about it. You know Wonwoo will get concerned, and you really don’t want that. At the same time, you feel so lost that you hope that by telling him you’ll ruin something. And isn’t that what you’ve been doing until now?

“I do. I am kind of using you right now,” you admit and you know it makes zero sense to him. Well, it objectively makes no sense, but that’s your brain in a nutshell.

“Okay, explain,” he says simply, turning his body towards you. His voice is gentler, and maybe you’d appreciate it more if it didn’t make tears prick at your eyes.

“Uhm,” you swallow, unsure of how to best explain it. He’s patient, however, and he lets you take your time. “Okay, well, part of the reason I came here, no, the reason I came here was that I just, I don’t know, wanted to know I have, like, my person somewhere in the world? Nobody else comes even close, I guess. Sorry.” You can’t even look at him.

“Don’t apologize,” he reassures. His hand touches your knee softly before settling there. “Does it have anything to do with why you stayed out so late?”

You shrug. You feel like there’s a void sitting inside your ribcage, heavy and bleeding into each aspect of reality surrounding you.

“Maybe,” you chuckle, “It was just so cold outside. It felt good. I walked and walked, and then I really wanted to be somewhere surrounded by nature. But we’re in the middle of the city, and - please don’t be mad, I know - I went to the park.”

You don’t need to look at him to know it made him upset. You feel his gaze burning into your body.

“There are trees. I didn’t know where else to go. I just wanted to escape. It was dark and quiet, and lonely. I promise I was careful and I kept checking I was alone,” you stress that to him, but he doesn’t budge. You don’t like seeing him like this. “I wouldn’t even go in if there were people anyway. I wanted to be alone.”

He’s silent. Unsettlingly so. You’d prefer he yelled at you. As it is, you feel like you’ve burned the bridge connecting you and him. And that’s what you wanted, right? Somehow. You wanted ruin, so why doesn’t the possibility of getting it bring you any satisfaction? Why are you still so hollow?

“y/n,” Wonwoo finally speaks, a long sigh around the sound. He takes your hands into his, slowly, gently stroking your skin. “Tell me what’s going on.”

You hate him. You hate his concerned voice, softer and more like a reassuring rumble of storm than usually, and you hate the way it makes you tear up. You shake your head.

“Nothing. I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you want to snap at him, but there’s no bite.

“There’s more ways than one to hurt yourself,” his voice hardens for a split second, not unkindly, “And I’m your person. I’m here.”

You sniffle. Something finally breaks inside of you and the void pours from your chest all the way to your fingertips. It keeps flowing like water and the tears that spill from your eyes.

“I don’t know,” you confess quietly, and soon your words are mumbled by Wonwoo’s warm chest, “It just hurts. Existing hurts. Breathing hurts.”

His arms are firm and real around you, and they keep you whole as you fall apart. He doesn’t speak. There isn’t anything to say anyway. But he holds you, and it’s enough. His palms rub patterns over your back and gently massage along your spine.

When you finish crying, he tells you you’re staying the night. So you do. And he holds you some more as you lie in bed with him, shushing you gently when you need it.

When the sun rises, the pain’s still there. The air feels like it’s shredding your lungs, but only until you breathe in Wonwoo’s scent. It’s distraction enough, if only for a moment.

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hughiecampbelle · 1 year ago

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72 Hours (Roman Roy Oneshot)

Character/s: Roman

Word Count: 1,409

Warning/s: hospital, hospital tw, mental health, mental health tw

Tag: @locke-writes

A/N: This is something different lol. December of 2020 I checked myself into a psychiatric hospital :) It was scary and new, but it was definitely necessary. I don't think it should be a taboo subject. It's definitely not something my immediate family will or likes to bring up, but it's also not something to be ashamed of, y'know? Idk. I've been feeling bad again. Not like in 2020, that was- it was very bad, but still not great. It happens. Meds stop working. The heaviness sets in. I use writing to get through it, those bad feelings, so that's what I'm doing. Just know you're not alone when you're feeling bad. My inbox is always open, I am always willing to talk 💜💜💜💜💜💜

They are terrible thoughts. Horrible, repulsive, aching thoughts that feed off everything you are. They see the worst in you. When you’re done, that’s all there is left. The most repulsive parts of you. The bare, naked, scarred bones. You used to fear you were a bad person. A truly sinister, evil person. Now you don’t have to worry. Now you know. You are. Selfish, and evil, and a burden. Unlovable, unkind, undesirable. He doesn’t love you, not really, and he wouldn’t miss you. No one would. You’re sure of it. You’re so sure of it your bones ache. They long for the soil, muddy and rich. Your whole body wishes to be put to rest. To finally find peace. Being alive hurts. It hurts so bad sometimes. It takes everything out of you to roll from one side to the other. Things have taken up space in your bed. Books sleep soundly next to you, begging to be read. Notes, loose paper, begging to be written. You hope, in nestling with them, loving them even in rest, that they will save you from yourself. They will drag you out of this abyss you’ve found yourself falling in for a long time now. If there is a bottom, you haven’t found it yet. Every second of every minute you flinch, expecting your head to crack open, expecting your neck to snap on that solid ground. It never comes though. How much darker can things get? How much longer do you have before the light, the shrinking light, clouds over? You fear, when this is over, that everything will be gone. You will be gone. Forever. Your own mortality hangs in the balance. You claw at the rocky walls, your fingernails bloody, ripping apart. You scream so loud, for hours, but no one is near enough to hear you.

Is it my fault? Those are the first words from his mouth, the first thought behind those puppy dog eyes. You hold his face, his stubble scratchy in your palms. Did I do something wrong? You make sure your words are stern, but not scary, not angry. He bruises too easily, your peach. No. None of this is your fault. I just, I have to go away for a few days and figure things out. That’s all. 72 hours. Then I’ll be home. You muster a smile, the edges of your mouth heavy in their upturned state. He looks so small, so worried, shaking hands at his side. He doesn’t know what to do, what to say. Neither do you. It’s always been something in your life. An endgame. An option when you run out of options. You talked it over with your therapist, loved and trusted, and they too believe this could be beneficial. Your bag is packed for three days. Three days apart. Basically a weekend. You can do that, right? You can manage, he can, too. You don’t think you have any other choice. Standing there, your bag at your feet, you feel the heaviness. The weight. You want to finally collapse inward like a star, bright and burning and suicidal. He looks you over, your expression, your body, everything you are. You will understand him to understand, to get it, but you don’t need to. He already does. It wasn’t an easy decision to come to. None of this has been. But if you want the hurt to stop, if you want to stop falling, then you need to leave and get help.

He picks your shirt from the laundry, holding it against his chest. He wanders around the apartment, massive, lonely without you by his side. It smells like you, the fabric. You hadn’t changed out of it in a week, week and a half. Sweaty, you’d argue, but he likes it. It’s familiar. Roaming like a ghost, restless, trapped. Mostly you sunk into the mattress, the sheets melding into your skin until you were one singular being. The tears, silent, hidden, but not quite. Coming home from work, finding your cheeks freshly wet, your eyes red and glazed over. The thoughts unsaid, but screaming. Screaming and wailing and willing you to step over that edge. Nothing about it is easy. Nothing about it is gentle. Nothing about this you could stand for much longer. Dinner, so sweetly prepared, goes uneaten. Everything sits like rocks in the pit of your stomach. Threatening to come back up again. Mostly, you push the food around your plate, managing a smile, managing interest in the conversation. You spend all day in bed, but you are unable to sleep. The bags under your eyes look like they hurt, aching, pulsing. The hollows of your eyes seem deeper, darker, haunted. Your body is so heavy. You never knew flesh and bone could feel like concrete. Every step, every movement, it is unthinkable. You curl into yourself, hoping tomorrow will be better, hoping this will go away. It won’t. It never does.

Roman didn’t know things were this bad. Even as he watched you wave from the check-in desk, even as he watched the doors close behind you and an escorting nurse, even as he waited for you to come back, a voice in his head told him things weren’t this bad. They were. You’ve been sick for a long time. He thought if he was home more, if he cooked dinner, real dinner, and cracked jokes and held you so tight at night, then it wouldn’t get this bad. Cyclical. Things got like this. But it always went away. It got bad, yes, but then it got better. Why wasn’t it going away? You didn’t have the words to describe it. He’d find you laying in the tub, the water cold, shivering, crying, unable to get out. It took too much energy, too much determination, none of which you had. Unchanged from the pajamas you wore for days at a time. He blamed himself. He wasn’t doing enough. He wasn’t there for you enough. If, if, if. You told him it was just your brain, your mind, getting a little lost. When it got lost, it was hard to find its way back. It wasn’t him, it wasn’t you, it wasn’t anyone or anything, just your brain. It would be like this for the rest of your life. You couldn’t bargain or bribe your way out of this. It had to be done. He saw the scars along your skin from the times before, when things were bad, very bad. He didn’t want anything like that from happening again.

He called you as soon as he could. Roman’s voice was shaky, unsure. You were the one easing his fears, his worries. If you didn't, no one would. He didn’t ask how it was going, he wasn't sure if he should. You sensed the curiosity, telling him your new routine. You’ve been sleeping better, easier. The food is terrible. There are doctors and therapists who are going to help you, make your brain better. He breathes a sigh of relief. Not because of what you say, but how you sound. Your tone was so scary. Scared of your thoughts, scared of what you might do. You sounded lighter. You talked as long as you could. When you hung up he went to bed with your shirt, one arm reaching out to your side of the bed. Wanting you. Needing you. Knowing this is what had to happen. Everything his father had taught him, you had he retaught. This wasn’t taboo. It wasn’t evil or wrong or anything to be embarrassed of. It’s just something that is. He counts down the hours. 48. 47. 46. . .

Soon you will be home. You will have medications, different pills, pills that will work. You will be in your own bed again right next to him. You will get better. You will feel happiness again. You will laugh and smile and it will be so genuine it hurts. And when this comes back, when everything gets dark again, because it always does, he will be there like he is now, like he has been. He will be there. Because when he made a promise to you, he made it to all of you. The good parts, but the bad parts too. The scary, mean, lying parts. The parts that tell you you aren’t worth it, that you won’t be missed. He’ll spend every day proving them wrong.

#writing #roman roy #roman roy imagine #roman roy x reader #roman roy drabble #roman roy oneshot #succession #succession imagine #succession drabble #succession oneshot #succession x reader #tw mental hospital #tw mental illness #tw mental health #tw bipolar #tw bipolar disorder

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foxofsunholt · 11 months ago

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NOT RELATED TO FOS but just want to ask for my own fun:

I am very interested in knowing what your favourite novel/book series are! Please reply or send in asks with them—I’m always interested in recs! Doesn’t matter what genre or type of novel; I like everything, I assure you lol

Please let me know what your favourite books are ❤️

Under the cut are some recent liked reads of mine:

FIRSTLY… use your libraries. truly the best places in the world. 90% of what I read was from a library and the other 10% was books I bought years ago and finally decided to read

The Spear Cuts Through Water — Two men shepherd a dying god through the lands to help overthrow a tyrannical regime. One pet love letter to oral history, one part gay love story, one part creative epic fantasy. This novel is stylish, artsy and not for everyone but for the people that it’s for!!! it’s for you!!! The story is told in layers: YOU, the reader in second person, the story itself, the ghosts of the people inside of the story. I think to see if this is for you, reading the first couple of pages is a good indication of the style and prose and if you’d like it. (I paired it with the audiobook and enjoyed reading both in tandem)

Know My Name — a memoir by Chanel Miller—certainly read the description and check TWs for this. because the subject is not easy but I sobbed so hard during this. Not just for her pain but for her joy. If you’re interested in memoirs, I recommend this one! (I also enjoyed Tara Westover’s “Educated”, which i read years ago). Honestly reading this book I kept thinking THIS IS A MUST READ, THIS IS A MUST READ–heartbreaking, poignant, cathartic. It’s long, but if the subject matter interests you at all, i’d say give it a try!

Chain Gang All-Stars — Fight to the death to earn your freedom from prison! I’ve read some reviews of this book that call the allegory heavy-handed, but I didn’t mind that at all. A novel obviously about the prison industrial complex in America, Chain Gang All Stars made me rethink how I view compassion, and personally seek out and research the prison abolition movement. This novel isn’t perfect, but it did for me exactly what the author was intending. I also couldn’t put it down. The Audiobook is great, it has multiple narrators! If you’re interested in thought-provoking speculative fiction…

Project Hail Mary — A man wakes up on a spaceship with no recollection of why he’s there—learning that he needs to save the world. I didn’t like this as much as everything else on this list but I think it’s a more easy recommendation. I had a lot of fun with this book and found it to be an engaging read all around. This is the only Weir I’ve read, and I don’t think I’ll be seeking out The Martian anytime soon if that says anything about the novel (I did really like it I swear lol)

ANYTHING SHIRLEY JACKSON — I read We Have Always Lived in the Castle and Haunting of Hill House and loved both a lot. Not the sort of books if you like plot, but if you’re into creepy atmosphere and characterization…i think there might just be a reason Shirley Jackson is a classic. The way she bends reality, seeds chilling aspects and weaves horror around settings is very sharp. I recommend We Have Always Lived In The Castle more (it’s short!) and it’s great as audiobook or physical

JUNJI ITO…king — I read Uzumaki and re-read a lot of his short stories and Gyo. KING. The visions of his art haunted me. If possible, I recommend reading these physically, as the act of turning the page on to whatever unspeakable horror awaits you is incomparable. If you like body horror at all, even a little, this is a mangaka I think you should try as if you haven’t already lol

Our Wives Under The Sea — God. What can I say about this? A story about grief, a story about watching your loved ones change beyond recognition. Body horror. Sapphic. Beautiful prose. Tragic. Loved all of it.

Metamorphosis — Yes the Kafka one. Yes I liked it. Yes I related a lot to being turned into a burdensome, ugly roach.

Roaming (graphic novel) — Not a story where a lot (or anything) happens. But I found this relatable and able to capture that age of girlhood with expert precision. Not much happens, really nothing happens; just a snapshot and fragment of this price of these girls lives. They are immature, messy, weird. (I also really enjoyed It Happened One Summer and one of my favourite movies is Only Yesterday so that should tell you a lot about my tastes in slow, character snapshot pieces). The art is lovely, of course

Eileen — Stinky, miserable, unlikeable Eileen Dunlop becomes obsessed with mysterious, attractive Rebecca. This one very aggressively I have to say ITS NOT FOR EVERYONE. I can’t even explain why I liked it so much, but I as so absorbed into the setting. I had the feeling of being transported into Eileen’s cold, gloomy New England. Eileen is gross, putrid, hard to read and nothing happens at all until the end. But also i loved it. I can’t explain this one. I don’t even recommend it but definitely check TWs. Now it’s a movie starring Anne Hathaway and I finally got to say “the book was better”

Bluest Eye — CHECK TW FOR THIS ONE I’ve loved Toni Morrison since highschool, but I never actually finished any of her novels. This being her debut novel is so shocking; it was poetic, devastating, uncomfortable. Another book I don’t exactly recommend because of its graphic nature, and how sharply and uncomfortably certain scenes are written, but so much was so poignant—I have a lot of this book highlighted and to share:

I recommend reading the Author’s Note, the description and the TWs and see if it interests you! I think Toni Morrison explains herself and her intentions well in the author’s note. (I need to get around to Morrison’s other work, but for some reason I started in chronological order)

I’m going to stop here because I’m realizing I like a lot of “weird” books that I know are probably not widely liked but akfjkskd WHAT CAN I SAY I LIKE A WEIRD LITTLE FREAK

Other notables: I read a lot of Grady Hendrix and I don’t LOVE love him, but reliably I do have fun. I couldn’t even stomach the scene (YOU KNOW THE SCENE) in my best friend’s exorcism—i’d recommend him for some intro to horror! I liked How to Sell a Haunted House but my friend didn’t so there’s that too.

I read this around when it was published but I will never shut up about In The Dream House (another memoir) so good. so strong. so beautiful. AH.

I also started the Locked Tomb series and I only didn’t put it on this list because I’ve only read Gideon so far but I liked it a lot also.

I’m very excited to do more reading this year. Mostly I’ve been getting through the popular titles…as you can see…. But i’m hoping to read more fantasy and sci-fi this year! it’s just unfortunate they’re so long 😭

#not fox of sunholt #books can be so divided #people I love and respect and adore have hated books i loved #and vice versa #and you just gotta learn that’s okay!!!!#which is my way of saying you might hate these books #DONT BLAME ME lol #borkclub

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inkcurlsandknives · 8 months ago

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Hello, I am very excited for your book. However, since I have some things I Can't Read™, I wanted to ask if there will be some way to learn about potential triggers beforehand. I usually use does the dog die /the warnings section on story graph, but that only works if people already filled them in and I'd love to get your book as soon as it's released.

So, my question is, will there be a list of trigger /content warnings somewhere prior to release?

Thank you in advance and I hope you're having a nice day!

Hi, and thank you so much for this ask! Saints of Storm and Sorrow deals with some heavy topics in what I hope is a thoughtful and impactful but non-gratuitous way. I actually originally sent all my queries and full requests to Agents and Editors with a list of Content Warnings. The ARCs also have content warnings printed inside. However I don't believe the first printings plan to have CWs so I've been meaning to get a list of the CWs up on my website. I'll also go ahead and share it here. I actually have never been on Story Graph but I need to fix that and get more familiar. Manuscript Content Warnings: On page portrayal of colonization which includes sexism, racism and homophobia as well as emotional abuse. On page violence/murder, natural disasters, abortion, self-harm, torture, consensual sex. Mention of/off page: child abuse/pedophilia, genocide, suicide.

Happy to answer any additional questions about Saints, and thank you for your interest in my story! If Saints will have to be a pass I completely understand. Maybe you can check out some of my other short works. Another filipino fantasy focused one would be Dying Rivers and Broken Hearts a witchy 2nd chance sapphic romantasy about saving the Bakunawa/Laho of Manila Bay, (TW blood/blood magic, off page death, animal sacrifice) and in June I have a short coming out in the Of Stardust Anthology with a Sapphic retelling of the Dugong Wife.

#saints of storm and sorrow #content warning #trigger warning #books #fantasy #romantic fantasy #romantasy #filipino fantasy #anti-colonial fantasy #filipino mythology #retelling

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youredreamingofroo · 9 months ago

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oc questionnaire!!

I got tagged by @buttertrait !! Thank youuu (even tho it wasnt a direct tag AJUHSG) I'll be doing this for the one, the only, Roo 😈

name: Harvey Norman

nicknames: Roo (best known as Roo, and really does not like being called Harvey)

gender: heavy genderfluid, but hes masc leaning 🙃

star sign: libra, just like me

height: 5'9-5'12, i always envision him being a little taller than me, but i always go back and say he's as tall as me, so 💀

orientation: gay, very, very, very gay

nationality/ethnicity: he's white, and he's Swedish! Very... very swedish

favourite fruit: Mangoes, this guy would eat a mango even if it said highly toxic, he FUCKS them up

favourite season: autumn, despite the fact that he gets depressed in colder seasons

favourite flower: Dahlias because they remind him of his sister, Deliahna (one of her nicknames is Dahlia), and Roses for story purposes 😈🙃

favourite scent: for a serious answer, and not really his favorite scent but one of his favs, new books... even though he doesnt even read that often. For an unserious answer, windex 😵‍💫 i dont blame him, it smells GOOD

coffee, tea or hot chocolate: anything but Tea

average hours of sleep: this guy basically dies in his sleep, so 8-9 hours, maybe 10-12 if he goes to sleep earlier (and yet, with all these hours, his ass is still tired)

dogs or cats: cats all the way, hes just like me fr

dream trip: going back to Sweden to see Deli, he can't go back cause it's far too expensive, but he really truly misses her and just wishes he could go back to Sweden, and take Deli alllllll around Sweden and maybe even Scandinavia, it'd be a sightseeing trip for the both of them :)

number of blankets: 2, a big ass comforter, and a small one, the small one always ends up on the floor despite it being literally tucked around him like a baby and the comforter is still intact around him when he wakes up LMFAOO

random fact: on the topic of sleep, Roo sleeps, again, like he fucking died (idk if this needs a TW so lmk ajdnbasj), so anytime he went over to other people's houses, as a kid, teen and adult, everyone would freak out because he just goes completely limp in his sleep, his heart rate also tends to drop to dangerous levels, anywhere from 20-30, but anytime he's gone to get his heart checked, they claim he's fine and that there's nothing actually wrong with his heart, he just has an abnormally low sleeping HR.

im tagging EVERYONE!! if you see this, tag YOUR IT 🫵🫵🫵

#wow that was a lot of typing #currently transferring games to my external HDD so I can possibly attempt to download BG3 on my hard drive #that way I don't have to worry about the download fucking up ahsgdvhj #anyways i love my boy i love doing these i LOVE sharing about Roo #Roo #yapping #tag game

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half-dead-ham · 2 years ago

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The truth, all of it

Oh hoho, lookie what we got here, but chapter 13 of Tim Drake's I.E.F! Gonna try this for a bit, see how yall like it.

Tw for: dissection, trauma, torture, and PTSD flashbacks

So.

Apparently the ghost kid freaking out made him dangerous, not that dangerous kids were especially rare in this house.

Jason watched as Tim ushered the young adults and one soup thermos out of the sitting room to "Where phantom felt the safest," whatever the hell that meant. He knew of some quiet places in the manor, remembered snuggling up in some to read the books he'd nicked from the library as a kid. But where the ghost kid felt comfortable? Could’ve been in the walls, for all he knew.

That was Tim’s problem to deal with, though, not Jason’s. Jason’s job was to dispose of the bodies, so to speak. He spared a glance at the two. The agents hadn’t crumpled well in their stiff suits, sections keeping their bodies upright while letting them bend in others, making it look like they had fallen asleep kneeling. He nudges one in the side with his boot, testing to see just how out of it they were. Dude didn’t even groan. He nudges them a little harder and the guy tips over onto his side, still no stirring.

Bruce huffed as he grabbed the other agent by the lapels, trying to drag him out the door but surprised by the resistance. That wasn’t normal. Jason grabbed his own guy, now that he was done playing, and strained as he tried to pull the agent along by his wrists. He didn’t get very far before he had to drop them like a sack of potatoes.

The hell were these guys made of?

Jason liked to think he was pretty strong, stronger than most of his siblings, but trying to drag these agents through the hall was like trying to drag a truck. These guys looked like they weighed maybe two-hundred pounds at most, something wasn’t adding up here and Jason felt it had something to do with the way their suits held them up.

After tugging his agent into the hallway he dropped him onto his back and moved to stand over top of him. Jason crouched, moving to carefully pop open the agent's white suit jacket so that the front slid open and off. The thud the open jacket made as it hit the floor was enlightening and concerning, but Jason continued to strip the guy of his suit jacket all the same, coming out with a man that actually felt his weight once it was completely off.

Now, instead of dragging the guy through the halls like some eighties cartoon he could actually fireman carry them, easily passing Bruce in the hallway as he was struggling to get his agent through. He couldn’t stop from grinning at the strain on the old man’s face as he went. And the confusion that twisted it as he noticed Jason carrying the ass in white like dog food. He sped up just as Bruce opened his mouth- probably about to ask how he wasn’t dying under the weight of the guy on his shoulder, turning a corner before he could get a word out.

If the old man wanted answers he could find them himself.

Jason made good time to Bruce's office, going behind the desk and accidentally slammed the agent's arm between the heavy oak desk and his hip, probably bruising it.

Oops.

With little remorse for the ass on his shoulder he hip-checked the worn desk chair out of the way, probably giving the guy another bruise, turned the hands of the old grandfather clock and stepped into the passage leading to the batcave.

Served the ass right for nearly breaking his wrist.

One quick ride down the elevator and Jason was in the Batcave, walking down the access stairs, past the huge ass computer, the medbay and the training room to a small fortified room set with a table and two chairs. Jason dragged one of the chairs away from the floor with his foot, far enough for him to dump the dead weight on his shoulder. He made quick work of zip tying the guys hands and feet both to the chair before searching the guy for weapons.

The most obvious thing he peeled off the guy was the sci-fi blaster the agent had strapped under his armpit. Looked like a star-wars prop, if star-wars props were painted silver and neon green. It had surprisingly good balance despite its outlandish appearance, he placed it onto the table he had moved over to the wall for better cataloguing. Next was removing the less obvious things on the agent's body. Anything that looked even remotely suspicious had to go, and there ended up becoming a surprising pile of little gadgets from around his person.

About halfway through his strip search Bruce had come in and set his agent down on the remaining chair, zip tying his much the same as his.

Damn, seemed he found the deshelling trick quicker than Jason thought he would. He kept searching as Bruce started his own gadget pile on the table, removing two silver metal bracelets, the belt, the earwig, anything remotely mechanical. Which happened to be a lot.

Finally he thinks he’s gotten all of the little gadgets out from under the guys clothes just as Dick stumbles in with the agents discarded jackets, huffing and puffing at the unnatural weight of the garments. Setting them down right next to the table roughly, Dick has to take a minute to even out his breathing, putting one hand on his knee and the other as a brace against the wall.

“What… are these things… made out of?” He manages to wheeze out between gulps of air.

Jason can only shrug as he walks out of the room to the lockers, figuring it best to change to Red Hood before the agents wake up. He makes good time with his change, putting on his domino last but keeping his helmet off for convenience, keeping it on him instead.

Walking out with his helmet under his arm he made notice of Dick, now standing over at the batcomputer looking over the security cameras. He watched as Dick switched to a hallway camera just as two people entered the frame, walking hand in hand down the corridor leading to the backyard. One looked to be Tim, but Jason couldn’t recognize the second one, even if he shared the batdoption traits.

Before Jason could begin to ask who that was (though he had an idea) Bruce stalked out of the interrogation room up to the computer, startling Dick to close the camera feed and open it to the GIW files Tucker had given Cass on the flash drive. When did his sister have time to get down to the cave?

Looking around he did manage to spot Cass in the sitting area, lounging on one of the couches as though she had been there the whole time. Knowing her she probably had.

Bruce places a few items on the side table for later inspection before moving to the monitor, sitting down in the swivel chair and taking a cursory glance at the file names listed on the drive. The files all had what looked like dates on them, and upon opening one it revealed more files with locations and random numbers. Jason looked on at these files in confusion, the locations all seemed to open up images of damaged buildings, roads and parts of nature. Seems like records of property damage then? Bruce backs out of the dated folder to then click on one of the folders marked with a number.

This file had a lot less in it, just a video and a document file. Moving the cursor, Bruce opened up the video first.

It was horrible, even with leaving out the details. The video played out like a research diary, except it started focusing on a lab table. The scientist’s monologue is the usual for testing videos; date, time, experiment number, but then it got into subject number, and the camera moved. A being in an animal cage, both it and the bars of the cage glowing a familiar green.

White cloaked guards manhandled the being out of the cage, struggling as they strapped the being down to the table as the scientist watched on. Once glowing straps securely held the being down, the guards backed off to out of shot, leaving the scientist to produce a rolling tray of various tools.

Not long after the screaming started.

Jason had heard screaming, practically a part of the job at this point. But this screaming shook something in his core. The beings' pain and fear sung through the speakers to convey levels of emotion Jason personally didn’t think possible. After just a few minutes Jason had to turn away, noticing Dick had already done the same.

At the ten minute mark Bruce finally shut the wailing off, the silence following only leaving the echoes of pain in Jason’s soul. Jason had never thought himself an empath before now, but just hearing that was making every old ache and scar itch and burn as though they were still healing.

Glancing again at Dick told him he wasn’t necessarily alone in that sentiment.

A deep sigh resonated from the chair in front of the computer, deep and tired. Bruce exited the video, then the folder. He opened a few others, all showing the same -if not more- files and videos just like the first. With each folder opened the wailing echo in Jason’s head was replaced by the screaming of the pit. Green seeped into the corners of his vision, hushed voices ringing in his head to eviscerate-destroy-avenge and amplifying the haunted memory of the creature's voice.

The heated whispers were almost getting to be too much, the green in his vision almost encompassing when a sound startled him out of his rage. His vision cleared, and he turned away from the computer, surprised to see Dick had moved closer to him. More noise was coming from the descending elevator now, and as it opened three figures stumbled out, their faces frozen in shock and awe as they took in the cave.

Seemed the guests were good at finding things they weren’t supposed to.

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Tucker watched as Danny pulled a crushing Tim Drake-Wayne down the hall, if he wasn’t so happy at seeing his friend again he’d almost be jealous. Danny was lucky; dude found a teenage billionaire vigilante and somehow seduced him by being an invisible ghost and punching his brother in the face, and not just any teenage billionaire, mother fuckin' Timothy Drake-Wayne.

Ancients, he was gonna bug them so hard for tech upgrades when they got together.

Sam spoke what everyone there was thinking first as they watched the two round a corner out of sight.

“They’re gonna get together, aren't they?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Only a matter of time.”

She huffed and started walking in the opposite direction the boys went, back to the entryway. Tucker and Jazz fell in line beside her as they made their way back at a more leisurely pace.

“Who do you think’ll confess first?” He asked absently, eyes trailing along the fancy wallpaper and swinging between the light fixtures.

“Dunno,” Sam replied just as relaxed. “Knowing Danny he hasn’t even realized he’s crushing on Mr. Vigilante CEO. If it comes down to it, could we always set them up?”

They both chuckled at that, Danny was pretty dense with his feelings sometimes. The on-again off-again thing he and Sam had was proof of that much, even managing to date Valerie somewhere in the middle of it. Then that small stint he had with Wes threw them for a loop, so it was a fifty-fifty chance of him actually asking Tim out, let alone actually realizing what he’s feeling is more than just something his core is making him do.

Honestly, being the best friend of a half-ghost could be so tiring sometimes.

Tucker stumbled, not noticing that Jazz had stuck her hands out in front of him and Sam until she was pushing him back with it. He looked up to see her gazing intently at something just down the hall. Following her gaze Tucker spotted another one of the Waynes, Dick was it? (Ancients, does he really go by Dick?) He looked to be struggling, stumbling down the halls with his arms full of white fabric bunched in odd ways.

“Dude looks like he’s having a hard time,” Sam lowered her voice so as not to be heard by the eldest Wayne adoptee.

“Think we should help?” Tucker asked, matching her volume level readily.

Jazz kept her gaze steady as Dick teetered back and forth down the hall. They all knew just how much those jackets weighed, had looked into their production when it had gotten harder to stun the suits with ecto-weapons. The fact that he was carrying two, even with the strain he was showing, Tucker could admit it was impressive.

“Where is he going with those?” Jazz broke through Tucker’s thoughts with the question.

Both teens looked at each other from around the tall woman, without an answer and equally as curious. Tucker shifted his duffle on his shoulder so that it made less noise while he walked.

“We following him then?” It wasn't a question.

No one made a noise in agreement, they all just started creeping behind the eldest Wayne child as he stumbled through the house on unsteady legs, stopping every so often to gulp down lungfuls of air. Twists and turns eventually led them to a room with double doors, and they watched from around a corner as Dick turned the handle and entered. A shared look between the three and they were up to the doors themselves, listening in on anything that Dick or any others could be saying.

Silence.

Tucker frowned as only a soft click met his ear as they tried listening in. Weird, they were all sure they’d seen Dick go through this door. They should at least be hearing those soft curses they were hearing from Dick before, but the room on the other side was dead silent.

Before he or Jazz could call her off Sam had her hand on the handle, turning the ornate iron and opening the door to a very nice looking office or study. A lot of warm browns and well worn wood greeted the trio, very nice in Tucker’s opinion, though he’d like a little more tech space if he were to have something like this.

“What the zone? We saw Dick come through this door, right?”

Another look around the room. No Dick, no jackets, and no other doors the eldest Wayne could’ve made his escape through.

“Huh,” the only signs Tucker could see that anyone had been in the study recently was the desk chair against the wall, probably intentional, but why?

Something’s fishy.

Tucker walked along the wall, scanning the bookshelves for anything off. In his periphery he could see Sam doing the same, sliding books out of the shelf every so often and dragging her nails across the spines. Jazz kept near the door, her face twisted as she did… something, he wasn’t sure what.

“Do you guys… Hear that?” She asked quietly after a few minutes of searching, her eyes trained on something near the desk, but from where Tucker was standing he couldn’t follow her gaze. Cocking his head to the side, Tucker tried to listen to what Jazz was hearing. They all had enhanced senses because of the long-term ecto-contamination, but Jazz’s was better than Tucker’s and Sam’s both.

“No?” He questioned, looking around the room again as if trying to find anything out of place.

“Exactly!” Jazz exclaimed as she speed walked across the room, rounding the desk to the grandfather clock against the wall. Tucker shared a look with Sam before meeting the red head there, the elder sibling pouring over the old clock and pressing any little thing that remotely looked pressable.

Confused, Tucker tried focusing on the clock again, before realizing.

The clock was broken. There wasn’t any sound because the clock was broken.

Why would a billionaire have a random broken clock in a well used office?

Frantically Tucker started aiding Jazz in the search of the hidden mechanism, there had to be one if this is the room Dick disappeared in. Coincidences don’t happen often in their line of work, after all.

Sam was the one to find the way in, taking a step back to look at the clock as a whole instead of looking at the minute details. After a small time she moved, using her finger to gently move the minute handle of the clock face clockwise. It clicked in place on the way down, and then there was the turning of gears behind the wood, spinning mechanisms whirring and clicking back as the clock moved out of the way to reveal a passage.

“Holy shit,” Tucker breathed as he peaked his head into the dark hall.

Jazz stood up from her crouch and went down the totally-not-a-murder hallway first. Sam followed behind quickly, much to Tuckers' chagrin. Personally he’s had just about enough of eccentric rich people’s creepy secret entrances to the unknown, had too much of that with Vlad when he was still trying to marry Maddie and make Danny his son.

“Tucker, c’mon!”

With a deep sigh Tucker replied, “Coming…”

~~~

“Holy shit,” the one in the hat, Tucker? Murmured as he stumbled out of the elevator.

Jason had to chuckle at his gobsmacked expression.

Yeah, that's basically everyone’s reaction.

A soft chuckle came from Dick, and an even softer one from the couches as their guests came stumbling down the stairs, gawking at every little thing. Tucker seemed to be especially taken with the computer towering behind Bruce as the man glowered at the trio.

“How did you get down here?” Bruce all but demanded, paranoid bastard.

None of the out of towners seemed to care about his tone, the two shorter ones keeping their eyes on all the souvenirs from Bruce’s exploits while the bombshell focused her hard, sexy stare on Bruce.

God that look would make his knees jelly if she happened to direct it at him.

Dick cleared his throat from next to him and they all collectively turned their gazes onto him and Jason, including Jazz’. Thank every deity out there that her gaze softened or Jason might have started blushing. Then he’d never hear the end of it.

“You wanna tell us how you got down here? This isn’t exactly the easiest place to find,” he repeated for Bruce in a much friendlier tone.

They all paused to look at him, saying nothing before the other one, Sam, snorted and moved to sit in the break area by Cass.

“Saw you carrying those agents’s armored coats and followed you down,” she stated on her way over, as though she'd followed him to the kitchen and not to the batcave. Dick sighed deep, probably wondering how they’d tailed him without training, before glancing at Jason. Jason, who wasn’t giving a shit and still staring at the fiery haired beauty gliding towards him.

Oh, oh fuck, he was blushing so hard right now, wasn't he?

He’d expected hoped she would stop near him, maybe talk to him a little, but Jazz’s eyes stayed focused on their target. She walked right past Jason, the smell of citrus trailing behind her as she strutted up to stand before Bruce, still glowering at them collectively from his chair.

Tucker had followed behind her, he noticed as he tried to distract himself, though instead of stopping like the taller one of them had, he continued straight to the computer itself, practically salivating as he inspected the thing while muttering to himself in nerd-speak.

A soft “how?” came from the break area, not defensive (his sister never needed to be defensive with her brothers around) but curious as she appraised the girl sitting across from her. Jason leaned on a support rail, getting a good view of both the glare down by the computers (and the tech talk Dickie was dragged into beside them) as well as the sitting area with the girls.

Sam gave Cass an appraising glance and half shrug before replying. “If you’re asking how we got down here then it's pretty easy,” her face grew into a wicked grin. “We’ve had more than enough practice finding hidden entrances in the homes of suspicious rich people, you were doomed as soon as we found that room empty.”

While that was a mildly concerning statement from someone no older than Tim, Jason knew the trouble regular teenagers could get into. These teens were anything but normal. He was cut off from saying anything remotely reminiscent of that fact, though, by the glaring match by the batcomputer coming to an end thanks to Jazz, who was quickly becoming one of Jason’s favourite people on this earth for more than just her looks.

“You need to apologize to my brother.”

The Bat said nothing, simply raising an eyebrow at the demand as he laced his fingers together under his chin.

“My brother has far too many problems on his shoulders right now, to be worried about what you think of him, and I have half a mind to take him away from this house right now with all the stressors you’ve given him alone. Not to mention the panic attacks,” she continued, Bruce’s eyebrow slowly lowering back down to his signature frown.

“Mrs. Fento-”

“Do not call me that,” she snapped. “That name has brought me and my brother nothing but pain and despair. I don’t need anyone, let alone some traumatized, selfish man with too much money to feed his repressed trauma reminding me or him about the hell they forced on us!”

Bruce’s frown grew deeper. Jason was thinking about what style ring would look good on those beautiful, calloused fingers of hers.

“And I know what it's like to want all the answers, believe me I do! But that doesn’t excuse the fact that to my knowledge you gave my hurt, scared, desperate little brother two panic attacks with the invasive questions you’ve asked him. After he told you to back down!” By now Jazz should be panting with the strain her rant was making her voice go through, but it seemed that whatever strange not-meta powers she had gave her some extra lung capacity. Jason really wished he had some popcorn right about now, this show was killer.

“So let me ask you this, Bruce Thomas Wayne, why should I trust you with the safety of my brother if all you’ve done so far was hurt him? Why should I leave him with a lonely, obsessed rich Frootloop with emotional constipation when we already have one that’s gone through therapy and is more than willing to let us stay with him?”

With a final huff Jazz let the silence of the cave return. Everyone watching the two, wondering just how the bat will handle his most challenging opponent yet; the righteous fury of a protective older sister.

Bruce took a moment to digest the onslaught he was put under with the grace he’s learned over years of dealing with distraught victims and grieving families, running his eyes over the tightly wound form of the woman.

“Mrs. Jasmine,” he tried again, speaking slowly as though he was walking through a verbal minefield, which he kinda was. “I understand your distrust in me-” fucking sure he does, “-but my intentions have only ever been to help Phantom gain justice for all the pain the government has given him.” Jason wanted nothing more than to throw Bruce into a wall, ‘offer to others freely what you could never do for me, because of course he has to be the hero for people outside his little brood’.

Jazz didn’t deign that answer a response, instead narrowing her eyes at the man in the chair in front of her. Jason personally couldn’t understand why she wasn’t responding, outside of the fact that that wasn’t the answer to something she had asked Bruce. Letting the verbal beatdown devolve back into a staring contest didn’t sound too bad to Jason, as letting this bombshell of a woman wear down Bruce’s patience like water eroding rock would be just too fun to watch.

“Jazz?” A familiar yet different voice called from above them.

Jason and the rest of the group turned to see Tim on the stairs, hand in hand with some tall ass, lithe motherfucker that looked like Bruce would jump at the opportunity to adopt in a heartbeat. Glacial blue eyes landed on him and recognition flashed through Jason.

Holy shit, ghost boy breathes.

~~~

Using the actual passage to get to the batcave instead of just phasing through the floor was an interesting experience for Danny. Not a bad experience, just different.

The added benefit of holding Tim’s hand the whole way there only made the experience better.

They had rushed through the manor since getting Dick’s text about Danny’s friends finding the batcave, not really addressing the whole heap of crap he’d unloaded on him. They speed walked wordlessly through the halls, Tim surely processing what Danny had told him and Danny trying simultaneously to think of his friends and nothing at all. He felt numb, the explanation and the phantom sensations that went with it only made him remember the hardship that had followed his death. Not that there weren’t any good things that came with his powers, but he was sure if he tallied everything up the good outweighed the bad. Danny used Tim’s hand to ground himself, instead of drowning in the memories.

There were other times he could wallow in self pity.

So, he followed obediently as they reached Bruce’s office, watched as Tim spun the hands of the grandfather clock to open the access to the elevator, said nothing as they filed into the elevator and stared at the lights above the door. The whole time Danny was silently relishing at the warmth shared between their held hands, core purring at the connection between them.

Danny was pretty sure he looked like a mess, wiping at the remnants of dried tear tracks with his free hand and willing the red blotchyness of his skin away, using ice to chill his hand for added cooling.

“You gonna be okay?”

Danny didn't turn to face the other teen, instead tightening his grasp and giving the best facsimile of a smile he could at the moment.

“Eventually,” he matched Tim’s soft tone, wincing inwardly at the way his voice cracked.

Tim just squeezed back as the elevator doors dinged open, letting them catch on to the tail end of his sister’s monologue.

“-I leave him with a lonely, obsessed rich Frootloop with emotional constipation when we already have one that’s gone through therapy and is more than willing to let us stay with him?”

A surprised snort came from the bird beside him as they walked onto the elevator platform. Jazz was towering over Bruce, currently sitting in the swivel chair near the batcomputer, Sam and Cass were watching from the couches in the lounge, Tucker had seemingly roped Dick in to discuss the specifics of the batcomputer, completely ignoring the vendetta Jazz had for the billionaire, and Jason was leaned against some railing in full Hood gear, staring intently at the scene before him.

“Mrs. Jasmine,” Bruce spoke tentatively, softly, in a way that Danny knew that Bruce had said something before that she didn’t like. “I understand your distrust in me, but my intentions have only ever been to help Phantom gain justice for all the pain the government has given him.”

Well, he could’ve fooled Danny with the way he went about it, and judging from the writhing cyclone of emotions storming off of Jason he wasn’t the only one that had something to say. It was a little concerning to peek at just how bad Bruce was at not saying what he felt, as during the time Danny had spent in the manor he had only felt Bruce’s feelings come from a place of protectiveness, nothing harmful or malicious. What he said didn’t always reflect what he felt, though, and even with the empathic abilities Danny was more often than not rubbed the wrong way by Bruce’s questioning.

Maybe he should go see Vlad’s therapist, if they helped him they could definitely help Buce.

Still, it would probably be best to cut this short. As best he could, Danny cleared his throat. It wouldn’t be great for his voice to crack, giving away just how many emotions he’s gone through in the last hour.

“Jazz?” Danny called out, watching as all heads in the room turned to him and Tim. He watched as confusion flashed on three of four bats faces, with only Dick giving them a smile in greeting from near the bat computer monitor. Cass showed recognition first, giving a small wave and smile as greeting, followed by Bruce’s frown deepening. Jason was the last and loudest with his realization.

“What the hell‽ You aren’t just some freaky eldritch dead kid‽ Why didn’t you tell me I wasn’t the only one that left his grave to spite death‽” Jason looked properly struck with the realization too, which only made it funnier to Danny.

“Because I still am the freaky eldritch dead kid,” he said after a chuckle as he descended the stairs. “Life just gave me a free pass to keep being a confusing son of a corpse.”

Jason bent over clutching his stomach with one hand with how hard he was laughing, and Danny laughed with him. Even as the other members of the Wayne family all gave their own levels of concerned stares, and Danny’s fraid just sighingin fond exasperation, having dealt with Danny’s death jokes too often.

Hey, death is funny, and Danny was glad he finally found someone to laugh about it with.

Bruce cleared his throat as the two’s laughter eventually died down, making himself the focus of the group of young adults. With an obvious look over in Danny’s direction, eyes lingering on the clasped hands between him and his son, and a quick glance to Jazz he addresses the young man in front of him.

“Daniel James Fenton?”

A few reactions came immediately, namely Danny’s involuntary flinch and Jazz’s growl in warning. His friends by now had moved closer to the center of the chaos, and at their friends' flinch were pulling out weapons to aim at the threat, namely Batman. Bruce, unperturbed by the sci-fi weapons now in his face, simply waits for Danny to answer.

And how does Danny answer that? After what he’d just talked about with Tim, and the fight-or-flight panic attack before that, he was feeling pretty damn drained by now. The initial callout for his real (dead?) name certainly gave him a few flashbacks to highschool, but it mostly didn’t faze him by now. He knew he definitely didn’t like being reminded of the people who housed him killed him, hunted him, drove him from his home but otherwise he had no outward reaction to knowing Bruce knew his name.

A squeeze from the hand on his told him he probably should answer, and a glance to Tim showed Danny just how worried for him his friend was. Danny gave Tim a reassuring smile, but it probably just looked tired. Turning his head back to Bruce he gave a half shrug along with his response.

“In the flesh.”

A tense moment between the two groups passed before a single nod from Bruce broke the tension. Sam and Tucker hesitantly put their weapons down, tension slowly draining out of their frames at the lack of malicious response. Jason moved to take his hand off his pistol from beside them and out of the corner of his eye Danny could see Cass lower a batarang and take her foot off the back of the couch.

Bruce’s eyes still remained locked on Danny and Tim though, specifically their hands. Tim seemed to notice the direction of the gaze after a moment and reluctantly, sheepishly slipped his hand from Danny’s. Disappointing, but not unexpected (was it bad he already missed the warmth?).

“So,” Dick spoke up as the silence began to turn awkward. “Is the look a new look, or?...”

Danny snorted and shook his head, leave it to older siblings to ask important questions in awkward ways.

“No, Dick, this isn’t a new look. If anything, it's my original.”

Dick scrunched his face up, confused by the wording and the lack of conceivable imagery on how that works.

“And that works, how?...”

Danny rolled his eyes at the ‘subtle’ probing, at least he wasn’t being forceful with his questioning like someone. He gave Jazz a quick look, silently asking for permission, and with a small nod he looked back to the eldest bird, a small smirk dancing on his lips.

“Like this,” he commented as he formed the glacial electric rings at his torso, hastening the transformation so as to not completely blind those who hadn’t looked away. Black was replaced with white, blue with green, and his jeans and band shirt with cargo pants and hoodie. Energy flooded through his system with the conversion of blood and flesh to ectoplasm, and he had to fight to stay boots to ground as gravity suddenly became optional.

Small gasps resounded through the cave, now much louder to his sensitive ears and Danny’s small smirk grew impossibly wide with the blatant stares. After a few moments of letting those unused to the light adjust Danny changed back to human form, blinding them all again just for fun. The groans had him and his fraid chuckling as the bats blinked spots from their eyes.

Eyes roaming now for anything to stave off the eventual questions of his questionable mortality, Danny’s gaze fell on the side table on which Bruce had set the interesting pieces of tech they had taken from the agents. Frowning, Danny walked over to the side table to get a better view.

The table held a few items, but they all scratched at some thought buried in his brain, something he maybe didn’t want to bring up. The belt, of course, was familiar to him because of the investigation Tim had been working on since before they had met. Beside it was a set of silver metal bracelets, smooth and sleek on the outside but with nodes and circuitry on the underside. Finally there were the two standard issue GIW ectoblasters, based on the Fentons patented designs.

He reached for the belt specifically to inspect the wiring on the reverse side, only to receive a shock when his fingers grazed the surface. Snapping his hand back and clutching it to his chest, the memory of where he knew the belt and the cuffs came from surfaced.

“Tucker,” Danny called, voice suddenly hoarse as panic clawed at his throat and iced his core. “Tucker, these… I thought we destroyed the production methods?”

Danny had to force his breathing stable as Tucker rushed over to inspect the table beside him. When he reached the table his warm brown paled to a dusty gray, whipping out his PDA to search for something Dannny dreaded. His best friend looked at him from the screen of his device with wide eyes as he confirmed his fears.

“The production, it's still going.”

The panic that had been crawling up Danny’s throat threatened to consume his thoughts as his breathing quickened. He stumbled his way backwards, nearly tripping over his own feet before Tucker caught him by the arm. Startled, he jerked as the hand met his skin, instinctively going ghost and dematerializing into a shapeless cloud, slipping through Tucker's grasp as he rushed to huddle around his sister's shoulders. A static hissing came from the cloud, grating on non liminal ears. To those who could understand, his hiss screamed fear-hurt-hate-destroy them as his instincts overtook rational thought.

The feeling of blades dancing over his body, cutting into his skin and taking pieces of him for study. Solid steel trapping him to the cold examination table as his screams were choked back by the muzzle on his mouth. A maniacal grin leering down at him, haloed by the overhead lights. He tried to close his eyes, only to hear a tutting as the researcher torturing him dug into his open wrist and pulled at his tendons.

“What’s wrong, little abomination? Can't handle this session? Or maybe you’re just trying to hold back your crocodile tears. You know they won’t work on me after all.”

Soft giggling as she extracted one of his carpal bones and placed it on a petri dish. A shock from the collar around his neck, forcing the creeping black from his vision in an explosion of pain.

“Awe, you can’t escape from this that easily, 4609, we need you awake for this session.” An involuntary twitch of his fingers as she sliced a section of his tendons off. Another scream.

A warm hand gliding through him, why through him? They didn’t allow him to go intangible or gaseous unless it was for a ‘session’. With another pass he started to hear something other than the researchers maniacal giggling. A voice, soft and melodic, repeating the same tones again and again in time with the hands motions. Danny felt himself whimper, not daring to open his eyes in fear of it being a hallucination.

“Danny,” the voice rang. Familiar, soft, Danny still doesn’t open his eyes.

“Danny, you’re okay. You aren’t with them anymore. My hand is going through you, right? You weren’t able to do that there. You’re safe,” The voice, Jazz, murmurs from somewhere above him.

Hesitantly Danny peeks an eye open. He’s currently formless, about the size of a large housecat, sitting on top of Jazz’ lap on a couch in the lounge. He opens his other eye and looks around, seeing Tucker quietly explaining to Bruce and Dick about those things on the table with grave faces while the rest of the group had crowded around him and his sister, Sam to his left and Tim to his right, Cass and Jason sitting on the edge of their seats on the opposite couch.

Jason sat back as he saw the swiveling green stars form from the black putty on his cinnamon heart’s lap. “The doom cloud just looked at me, you think he’s out of it yet?”

“This doom cloud can hear you, Zombozo. And yes, I’m… I’m okay now, I think.”

A snort from his left, Sam leaning back herself as a small relieved smile grew. “If he’s cracking jokes, then yes he's out of it.”

Tim and Cass shared a confused look as the ones who could understand ghost speak relaxed into the cushions. Jazz continued her stroking even after the confirmation and Danny sunk into the attention, spilling over her lap onto those of Tim and Sam’s, pulling a fond scoff from one and more pets from the other. The memories and anxiety fading with the ministrations and familiar mix of emotions coming from them, and Danny’s core started to settle enough that he could reform if he wanted to.

He didn’t, but he could if he wanted to.

Movement prompted a glance over to the computer again, and seeing Bruce moving towards the group on the couch Danny gathered himself back into Jazz lap. There seemed to be a look of finality on the man’s face as he came upon the group.

“I can’t put this off anymore than I have already. I’ve moved the League debrief on the Ghost Investigation Ward up to tomorrow, with all the evidence you kids have gathered there won’t be much to contest in their favour for.”

The three Amity Parkers that could look to one another, hope gleaming in their eyes. Bruce made sure to direct his gaze to the being curled in his sister’s lap as he spoke his next words.

“I promise you, the League will help you see justice, we will bring them down.”

~~~

A proud looking woman swept down white corridors, the ends of her lab coat swinging with her gate. She stopped halfway down a particular hallway to face the being on the other side of a thick pane of reinforced glass, smiling.

“I’m so sorry, that move must have been difficult for you,” she said with fake sympathy to the pair of dead green eyes staring at her.

“But you see,” she continued. “We finally caught wind of your other! Won’t it be nice to be reunited with it once we reclaim it, 4612?”

The being said nothing, simply keeping its dead gaze trained on the woman.

“Yes!” She clapped her hands in faux delight. “What good you both will do for us once we have you both! Oh, I can’t wait to continue the research sessions I had to put on pause when it broke out. With you both we’ll finally be able to fight on equal grounds with you scum!”

Her smile grew predatory as she looked at the poor state of her specimen, bound and limp. It had learned months ago that screaming and struggling would do nothing. It was much more docile now, simply watching her act as it sat listlessly in the corner of its cell, unkempt white hair covering whatever free space of its slack face that wasn’t already covered by the muzzle. Oh how she wished she could see its face during their sessions together, but sadly she couldn’t.

Oh well, better to be safe than sorry, with a Phantom.

#danny phantom #dp x dc crossover #eldritch danny #tim drake #tim x danny #dp fic #dp x dc #dc fic

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