#you and that demon spawn from earlier should be friends

[nightxcreature]

The Empty

Warnings: death, torture, stabbing, angst

Pairings: CrowleyxFriend!Reader(female), LuciferxEnemy!Reader

I feel like I should apologize for this? Idk, it’s just angsty and sad, it made me feel all the things while writing it so maybe it will make you feel the things while reading. Love you love you love you all. 🫶🏼

“How did we find ourselves here?” He questions from across the cramped room. His voice is raspy, but I’m not sure if it’s from the shackles around his neck or how much he had been screaming earlier. Black hair caked to his forehead and his brown eyes have gone dull in the time since we had first been taken captive here.

“I’m fairly certain it’s because someone in this room deemed himself ‘King of Hell’ and imprisoned the archangel, Lucifer…but, what do I know. I just work here.” I snap, wiping at the sweat on my forehead. The stench of death had been wafting through the room, and I’m unsure at this point if that smell is actually me or the corpses surrounding us, either way…it reeks. I need a shower, some kind of sustenance, and to find my way out of this shithole.

Crowley scoffs and rolls his eyes, “Former archangel. I don’t think the term still applies once you defy Daddy and buck the system, Darling.”

The large door containing us to this prison slams open and in walks the man himself, all red eyed and confident.

“Good morning, Ladies.” He says with a cocky smile, “How’d you sleep?”

“Like a baby.” I retort, a small smirk playing at my lips, “How about you, Princess?”

Crowley sends a warning glance across from me and then glances back to Lucifer, “When are you going to give this up? Neither of us are going to tell you anything about the Winchesters or your little soul sucking spawn.”

“I’ll give up when you do.” Lucifer replies as he struts over in my direction, “And I think I know just how to make that happen.” He snaps his fingers and I’m pulled immediately to his side, the feel of cold metal against my spine, “Now, I don’t normally have to resort to using these flimsy tools, and I’d love nothing more than to just wiggle my nose and paint the walls with your blood, but I wanted to make this…impactful…” He slices into my lower back and I scream as my skin sizzles, “Crowley, I’m going to give you until the count of three to tell me exactly where my son is, or your friend here is going to become Swiss cheese.”

“You think I care about her?” Crowley spits, “She just works for me. She means nothing to me.”

“Well…then you won’t care if I do this…” I feel a hand wrap around my hair and yank hard enough to make me see stars. The knife suddenly moved from my back to my chest, a millimeter from plunging into my heart.

“Please…”I whisper weakly, my eyes wide and watery, “You don’t have to do this.”

Lucifer wraps a hand around my throat and yanks me closer, “I don’t have to, but I want to. One.” He drops the knife lower and quickly slices into my stomach, pain searing into me again, “I’d hurry up if I were you, Crowley.”

I cut my eyes toward Crowley and slightly shake my head, “Don’t.”

“Oh, no. I think you should.” Lucifer cuts in, pushing me by the shoulders to kneel in front of him, “Two.” He sinks the knife into me again, this time into my shoulder, and my vision begins to blur. Though I can’t see him I can hear the wicked smile on his face as he giggles, pointing the knife in Crowley’s direction.

“Are you really going to let her die over this?” He chokes out between laughs, “Seriously?”

“Better I die than you find the boy.” I whisper quietly, locking eyes with my favorite demon, “Fergus, thank you for being my friend. I’ve never quite had one like you.” Crowley and I maintain eye contact as Lucifer puts the knife to my throat.

“How sweet…you sure you don’t have anything to tell me, Fergus?” Lucifer teases though Crowley stays silent as a mouse, never moving his eyes from my own; A silent confirmation that he understands my sacrifice, “Okay, this is on you, Pal. Three.”

The knife slides smoothly across my neck and I’m immediately welcomed into the arms of inky blackness. The scene from before, my final moments, slowly disappearing from my mind. I am nothing but this void. This mass of blackness, ebbing and flowing and living and dying, all at once. Floating in this abyss is the first taste of peace I’ve had in what feels like a century. Finally, nothingness. Finally…Empty.

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[goddamnwebcomics]

Hope this doesn't dredge up any uncomfortable memories you wanted buried. What were the goriest or scariest moments or scenes you've encountered in your years of riffing webcomics?

I don't find gory stuff to be that scary, just kind of gross, but in the world of webcomics gory scenes are often VERY tryhard, especially in the world of Dominic Deegan. That doesn't mean usage of gore doesn't sometimes work, it has to kinda come out of nowhere to be scary.

As for scary scenes, here are five examples off the top of my head. Of course I am discounting most of the unintentionally scary stuff because then this list would be filled with creepy closeups, disturbing chibi faces and World of Friends.

1. The Train Guy's Death from Kit n Kay Boodle

I've listed off this scene so many times now, but it's still probably the most infamous scene from Kit n Kay Boodle outside of the real life arcs. The Train Guy tricks Karastropov to possess him in order to contact Kit and Kay from their secret base, however Karastropov is furious when he learns Train Guy knew them all along, and slowly makes him bleed to death. Such a gory death happening in a mostly-cutesy porn comic is seriously unexpected, which makes it a very memorable scene. I would argue this is one of the few heroes Albert gave an unhappy death, and speaking of Albert, this is just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to quality horror from him.

2. The Infernomancer Jump Scare from Dominic Deegan

Dominic Deegan, like I said, tries so goddamn hard to be scary. Deaths of entire crowds, massive eldritch abominations who speak in EVIL gibberish, demon gods with spikes, horns and EVIL TEETH ABLBLBLBLLALSLLBA, once you've seen one of them you've seen them all. The only time Dominic Deegan was kind of scary was during the "Sin City" arc, where Dominic is stuck in his seer coma thing, and suddenly sees Infernomancer's face. While this scene would be a lot more impactful if we didn't see frequent scenes of him killing people while tracking down Deegan's mother Miranda, it's still a kinda spooky scene. Imagine if a creepy face appeared when your eyes were closed.

3. Trasik's Mysterious Child Trafficking Operation from Alien Dice

When it comes to horror, I prefer when the horror is in form of a question mark. Alien Dice pulled this off really well with Trasik's slave ship, which has an entire section full of children. This scene just spawns many questions, until this point we thought Trasik was just a generic determinator obsessed with hunting down and killing Lexx but this whole, concept implied she is more twisted than that. It's one of the few times I was genuinely concerned over a fictional villain's motivations. Later of course some of the mystery was removed when we learned that Trasik just trains these kids to be soldiers and...wait, what happened to these kids? What the hell Tiffany? When are you going to answer that question?

4. Austin's fucked up trilogy from Carnivores

As ridiculous as Carnivores is, sometimes Austin's mind can go off the deep end. First one of these was the Bear Arc, which at first seemed to be a generic "large animals torture a bunch of bipedals" arc, but then it takes a hard left turn when a black lion shows up out of nowhere and eats someone's soul, and somehow it manages to be just as painful as the usual eating scenes in the comic. Then we have "Lion Named Lab" which should really be called "Blue Fox kills everyone", as he kills not only Austin and Lab, but also his minion gnolls. Thankfully the whole thing turns out to be a weird Night Tremor. Same can't be said for Death Note parody arc, which starts off as an unfunny parody but then turns into another "Everybody Dies" arc where the previously comedic Ryuk murders the entire cast, many of these characters originally debuting in earlier arcs. There was no real purpose to it, it just happened. These stories were so goddamn morbid, even with the terrible artstyle and bad writing. I almost have to compliment Austin for that, but I think he needs counceling.

5. Too Many Things from Gene Catlow

If there is one thing Albert is good at writing, it's horror, and I don't just mean unintentional horror. It's so fucking bizarre because this comic tries to appeal to kids and kid-adjacent people every other second, and then you get scary ass imagery out of nowhere that end as soon as they began. We've got skeletons dragging a bunch of puppets into the sand, creepy CGI cats that stalk their victims, Cotton turning into a corpse after acting the Sight of the Soul, Horton being mindraped by his own puppet's ghosts, Michelle's first appearance, Karlsson and Matt's temporary corpses, Borzoi somehow being bloodier than fucking Train Guy after Matt tormented him and most recently, a psychological horror show between Carson and Forzoi. Albert could've probably written a better horror comic than Dave Hopkins.

[randum-famdoms]

Hmmm maybe I should let y’all know about the random ass dream I had last night. It was weird.

Context: this random aah shit popped up in my yt shorts right before I went to sleep. It jumpscared me and I cannot for the life of me fathom what insanity led the algorithm to summon my demons from my past. Why is Jace peeking. Why.

So of course my brain decided to make the shafowhunters main characters in my dream. But it can’t be in a NORMAL way, oh no no no. Instead, I am graced in my sleep by the following insanity, as any good dream must not make sense according to the laws of the universe.

We open in DC. How do I know it’s DC (as in Washington DC, the capital of the US)? You fool, this is a dream and nothing makes sense and questions are forbidden. It looks nothing like dc, but it is dc and that’s all you need to know because that’s all I knew and just like me you must accept this fact. I was with my godsister, who is a year younger than me (this is important), and Sirius black from TERF BOOKS fame in his dog animacy’s form. However, in this dream he is simply a normal dog who I knew was also Sirius black and those two things coexisted and yes this makes sense because it’s a dream don’t overthink it.

Back to the dream. We are in DC. We are at a river, and there is a concrete staircase up to an overlook with no fence that drops off in a sharp cliff into the river. There is a no-dogs sign. My godsister wants to go up there. I don’t want to because Sirius is a dog and there’s a no dogs sign. My godsister goes up anyway, and like the good older gos sibling I am I sign and follow her ao she doesn’t fall into the river and hope we don’t get arrested. We read the top and we start taking photos of the river and I see a tiny bunny the size of half my palm (and which also looks suspiciously like if a half-transparent lavender coloured Peep (the marshmallow Easter treat) was just a bit more anatomically correct) sitting on the bank of the river opposite us and suddenly it starts racing across the river and it’s so light and so fast that it literally runs on the water without falling in until it reaches the other side. It’s very cute.

You may be wondering, Kit, where are the shadowhunters? I’m getting there.

So I point this out to my godsister, because it’s adorable, and suddenly I fall off the outlook.

I am transported to another universe. I am suddenly transformed into a stereotypical Jungle Fantasy Movie Powerful Hot Lady (think the token girl in the 2016 jumanji movie who also played that robot chick in the guardians of the galaxy movies but make her more buff). I am in a jungle full of dinosaurs but they’re mostly friendly. Also my godsister is there but now she’s my bio sister despite me being an only child irl and there’s no explanation for any of these changes. Also now my mom’s there too and Sirius is gone and my mom looks nothing like nor does she act like my irl mom but I Knew She Was My Mom, because dreams.

But enough exposition. I’m in a new universe and I befriend an Anklyosaurus. I know I gave him a name but I do not remember what that name was. I’m deeply sorry for that. I’d assume it was something silly like Timmy but dreams are weird so I can’t guarantee that. For all I know he had a professional magicky name like Horus or Archibald. Anyway, back to the story.

The As Of Now Unnamed Anklyosaurus Friend (let’s call him Friend, for short) kills the Lightwood siblings, who are there too for some reason. Not the youngest one tho, he wasn’t important enough to be in my dream.

Moving on, I meet a Grand Wizard, who isn’t Magnus becuase he also wasn’t present despite my brain deciding I needed a Grand Wizard which I personally find very funny. Also I ride Friend around using a saddle which spawned in once I befriended him earlier, because that’s cool.

The grand wizard implies he’s the reason I’m here now but doesn’t tell me why and then he disappears in a puff of colour full smoke after pointing me in the direction of my now-sister and mother.

I meet them under a tree. They now live in a minifridge. My sister has fallen in love with a foam block. It’s sentient. No, I do not know why.

I go on an adventure and explore some before going back to my sister and mother and the foam block (it’s a greenish grey colour by the way) in their mini fridge house. My sister reveals she and her foam block boyfriend now have a goat child. It’s biological, I don’t know how I know that, and I do not know how it happened or why and I certainly don’t know why my brain has inflicted this upon me.

But, alas, it’s happened and I must be supportive of my sister and her foam block and goat family because I love her.

Jace and clary appear. They insult my sister and her family. This is a grave offense, I punch Jace in the face (haha rhymes) and challenge them both to an honour duel. We walk down the dirt path though the jungle mc Friend beside me, and arrive at a menacing spiked wooden log gate to the arena in which I shall duel them.

And then I wake up. I am deeply offended that my alarm went off before I could fight Jace and clary to the death with the help of Friend, but alas, it was not meant to be.

Now, I have always had very vivid and strange dreams. My mom says it’s our Native American heritage, but I think it’s probably the drugs I have to take to sleep and stay emotionally stable combined with my awful sleeping habits. However, this dream was particularly odd even for me.

I’m not sure how to end this post. But I guess that sentence should be good enough.

[clairethecutepup]

The Dreams and Nightmares We Share (Ch. 4)

[Chapter Title: Starting the Path to New Areas… and Danger]

On the potential edge of death… They were all borderline DEAD. 

It’s no wonder the quintet spoke not a single word amongst each other. However, Sarah’s prior unhappiness in letting the others accompany herself and Jimmy was unhelpful: Seve wouldn’t stop returning the woman’s harsh stare, Alexis worried about proving herself “helpful” enough, and Claire clung the tightest she could to Jimmy’s arm. The man understood his friend’s point and everything, but he wishes she didn’t expound her feelings in the very manner she had… Even Sarah wondered what everyone else she knew would’ve said, if they saw her telling some apparent kids: “Screw you, kiddos, ‘cause you three basically can die for all I care if it makes things easier on me.”

Still, Sarah hated to admit it, but she would prioritize her focus and concerns on people she actually knows. After all, should she really risk her chance at becoming someone who deserved to be born into Ed’s life-- and everyone else’s! --for some random kids? They’re not even from “her world,” or how they all agreed to describe their different and waking environments… Even more so, they’re not the ones she’s practically wronged her entire existence and are thus owed nothing from her. Yet, it’s not exactly a self-comforting logic when Jimmy is, once again, better at showing compassion and comparatively making her fit the “demon spawn” remark often thrown at her.

Jimmy… If only she could honestly be more like him, then perhaps she’d have less regrets. In fact, what must he think of her recent words? Possibly, he’s repeating the sense of forgiveness that Sarah often deduces to be a matter of best friendship; yet, that’s not to say even he wouldn’t be a tad bothered by Sarah’s personal decision. He did seem to be earnestly pleading with that reaper for Seve’s and Alexis’ own lives because of their ages, not just as a means of convincing the dog to let everyone live. Well, all Sarah can really do and hope for now is that nothing increases the tension… 

Seve, on the other hand, has no intentions of letting said tension die down. Sure, he’s not interested in provoking Sarah enough that she’ll recreate the violent fit he witnessed against the pigs; but he’s not easily letting her clear disregard for anyone else, save for her “precious” Jimmy, slide. It’s not like Seve’s asking that he, Alexis and Claire suddenly become the most important beings in Sarah’s existence; but perhaps a little concern about them and the people who’d miss them wouldn’t hurt… After all, Seve knew Sarah would be furious herself, if he spouted off like she and Jimmy could get screwed for all the goat cared. Honestly, it wasn’t that much of a lie in regards to just Sarah: if she didn’t care about him or his friend, he cares even less for the temperamental woman. As for Jimmy, he seemed alright and actually realized other people can-- surprise, surprise --matter, too.

Jimmy certainly was considering other people: his entire group currently. He’s worried about Sarah’s creation of friction earlier. He’s never been a fan of turmoil amongst peers: when it wasn’t breaking his younger self’s sensitive heart, it’s now a concern of cooperation and loyalty within a group that his adult self joined. After all, who are he and Sarah to ask for such, if Sarah denied much willingness to genuinely return it?

Claire continues to cling to his side, feeling her own concerns of aforementioned “loyalties.” This wasn’t her tagging along with friends and family back home, but completely new strangers. Sure, she’s found solace in Jimmy, but what if a cruel Sarah managed to convince even him to get rid of her? Would Sarah actually be willing to do whatever it took to get rid of Claire and the goats? She doesn’t seem to like having them around, even if Jimmy seemed like he wanted it… Claire needed to step up her “helping” game, just to be safe. Of course, maybe she should also keep an eye on said goats…? Seve still seems pretty scary and easily aggressive when angered (Claire thinks he’ll punch Sarah soon), and Alexis has that zany touch of chaotic energy to her and seems keen on providing the pup with unwanted contact.

Alexis certainly didn’t feel energetic at the moment… She’s afraid for herself and Seve, and she’s worried how their families will react if they don’t return. In fact, what would she do if Seve wasn’t able to make it back with her? Her only friend… She can’t help but also wonder how everyone else’s families and friends would react, if they also failed to return. It doesn’t alleviate her fears, when she knows that… not-so-nice entities can use dreams and the realms to their advantage, like even the devil himself. In fact, what the reaper said previously about such vicious entities lying in wait, Alexis worries if her and Seve’s corn powers could be enough to protect everyone. She’s not even sure if Sarah’s terrifying strength could be enough…

Yet, there’s one thought that they all share together, something the husky had mentioned: 

“Keep an eye out for your own faces, it means you’ve finally been chosen by someone. Unfortunately, it’s more about telling others to ‘hunt elsewhere,’ than them needing to rely on any trickery… But hey, if they don’t wear your face, it means they don’t want you; so I wouldn’t worry too much about an impersonator trying to get the rest of your group. Well, unless you’re not the only ones to decide on ‘teaming up.’ Overall, I’d keep close and keep an even closer eye out for any uncanny resemblances…”

Oh great, Seve thought, now there could somehow be an even more terrifying version of Sarah... She also better not count on him to help out too much, if some "evil twin" decided to finally make a move. He's got a feeling she might not be so inclined to assist him herself... Actually, did they really need to risk any chance of encountering some deadly doubles? Alexis could always travel around in portals, so maybe she could just transport them to wherever they were supposed to go?

"Sorry Seve, I can't..."

"What?!" he shrugs, "Come on, Lex, you can practically use portals to get around anywhere in dreams, or stuff like 'em! Why can'tcha do the same here-- especially when we're supposed to have better corn powers now?!"

"But Seve, I don't even know where we're supposed to go, either!"

"Can'tcha still follow our strings here?"

The goat-boy motions a hoof to the glowing white string tied to his finger, prompting a shaken head from his friend.

"I still can't make portals that are too far away from each other, Seve... I'm also still having trouble making portals we can both travel in together, so it'll be extra hard to make one that can fit everyone  in, too. There's also still some places I can't seem to travel to, either, no matter how hard I try... It kinda doesn't help that I don't really know the layout of this particular dream realm anyway, so I could end up teleporting us somewhere dangerous. We might not just simply wake up after getting hurt enough, if..." she grimaces, seeming ready to cry again, "... if we're not just sleeping... 

So, I really don't want to take any chances of ending up in a bad spot or anyone getting scrambled because of me..." she then gulps, "I-I also don't want to risk any 'evil twins' knowing we're in a portal... W-What if they could have the power to redirect it to them and take one of us away?! That husky did say they knew when we got here, so maybe they'd also know if we're inside and traveling through something...? They sound like they're really good at sensing things..."

Seve sighs at the realization things won't be so easy, but Alexis made too many good points. They're especially something to consider, when they have no idea what sort of abilities these "evil twins" would have. In fact, they could literally teleport behind the group and snatch someone away, for all they knew. ... Actually, perhaps they should all keep watch in different directions, than have all of themselves simply stare forward. Claire was half wolf, so perhaps they could also have her keep guard with her ears and nose?

"Well, can ya at least make travelin' easier, some other way?" Seve sighs, "Maybe you can make a car or somethin'?"

"Hey, if you can, do it!" Sarah interrupts, "I'm not walking the whole way, if I don't have to!"

"Mmm, I dunno..." Seve pretends to ponder, "It would involve still having us around, so..."

"Will you get over it already?!" Sarah leans into his face, "It's not exactly like you were jumping at the chance to be my and Jimmy's escort back home!"

"Everyone, please...!" Jimmy intervenes, pushing them apart and causing Claire to release him, "I know we haven't exactly made the best of impressions," he shoots Sarah a quick look, "but having this turmoil amongst ourselves will only see us vanquished, far before any vile fiend has the chance to do away with us instead!"

Seve rebuttals the typical: "she started it!"

Sarah snarls, "And I can finish it, too!"

Jimmy groans, while Alexis approaches her friend.

"Seve, he's right," she pulls his arm, "I know she's pretty angry, but it won't be good to fight all the time!"

"Oh, it's just me who is?!" Sarah scoffs, "Do you know your own friend here?!"

"At least I get angry for good reasons!" Seve retorts, "You’ve done nothin' but rage, ever since we met!"

"Well, can you blame me?!" Sarah crosses her arms, "I end up in some weird place and then find out it's because I'm apparently DEAD!"

"Which is why we all feel on edge now!" Jimmy tries another intervention, sternly staring the goat and woman down this time, "We're all terrified, we're all stressed out and furious because of it; but 'doomed' will be added to our list of misfortunes, if we don't learn to better get along and cooperate!" he looks at his friend, "Sarah, I'm sorry, but they have full right to a sour taste within their mouths, after you expressed no concern for their well-being. Stop giving them further reason to possibly detest us," he snaps his head to Seve, "As for you, I'm terribly sorry Sarah dismissed all of you like that-- really, I am --but you need to move on from it and stop giving her any reason to justify any feelings of indifference she may have!" he straightens up, his eyes shifting between them, "Do I make myself clear...?"

Sarah grimaces; while Seve, Alexis and Claire stare with wide eyes. It's always jarring for anyone, especially Sarah herself, to see her friend forgo the typical sweet and approachable demeanor; but Jimmy was a man not without his "BS limits," to put it profanely. As for the other three, especially Claire, they had come to believe Sarah the true harbinger of fury and Jimmy the shielding peacemaker. Still, Claire wouldn't suddenly react to him as timidly, she knows the clear difference between someone naturally aggressive and those who needed a simple (and reasonable) push. Otherwise, she'd constantly be afraid toward two of her own family members. 

However, Jimmy's overall "threatening-ness" was an invalid factor, his point was effective enough: they must focus more on cooperation than quarreling, if they wish to successfully venture back home. The past had been done and impressions had been made, so may as well focus on the current aspects: they need to care less on how they feel about each other and more on working together.

“Seve, please…” Alexis adds, “I know she doesn’t like us and I know you don’t like her, but fighting all the time won’t help… Not even if you do it just a little bit.”

“Alright, fine,” Seve growls, “I’ll try and drop it… But we’re definitely not cool, though.”

“Whatever…” Sarah rolls her eyes, “I’m fine with not being anything more than some stupid means to an end…” she sighs and folds her arms, “I just wanna go home...”

"We all do, Sarah..." Jimmy sighs and puts a hand on her shoulder, "But, as we've said, we need to work together."

He then looks to Claire and offers a palm, which the pup happily takes again; however, she still felt uneasy and worried toward the resentment that likely still lingered, even if now to be hidden than expressed. Her tail and ears stiffen up, when Alexis offers a comforting pat on the back.

"Don't worry," Alexis promises, "at the very least, Seve's got ME to make sure he doesn't get into too much trouble; and it looks like Sarah has Jimmy here to set HER straight! So, I think we're all good, from here on out!"

"What'd'ya mean: 'keep me out of trouble'?!" Seve demands, "I seem to get into more trouble because of ya, sometimes! ... When you're not just causing it for me, anyway."

"What do you think Jimmy is?" Sarah snorts, "My handler? I don't need him to relax, you know, just don't annoy me..."

"So, have we all come to an agreement then?" Jimmy asks, "No more fighting amongst ourselves?"

Seve replies, "Yeah, yeah..."

Sarah agrees, "Fine."

The two then face each other, for a simultaneous: "Just watch yourself... No, YOU!"

Jimmy sighs and pinches his nose's bridge.

"Good enough, I suppose..." he begins walking, "Anyhow, let's see where these strings take us..."

Alexis follows and replies, "I'm pretty sure he said it was our bodies..."

She briefly grimaces but devolves into a normal frown, before following Jimmy. Claire, still holding his hand again, naturally moved along with him. Seve and Sarah maintain their shared glare, shortly into their following walk; however, they soon break eye contact and stand beside their respective friends. Claire moves to hide behind Jimmy's side, when Sarah walks alongside him.

Suddenly, Claire shivers: she holds her trembling body, trying to wrap her large wolf tail around herself.

"What's wrong?" Jimmy stops and holds her shoulders, "Are you alright?"

"C-C-Cold..."

"Why?" Seve asks, "It ain't even windy..."

Claire's coldness subsided, taking her shivering stance away with it. She then anxiously looks at the ground, when realizing she has everyone's attention.

Sarah states, "Well, that was weird of you..."

"Some people just get cold easily, Sarah," Jimmy pats Claire's head, "It's nothing to make quite a fuss over."

Not for the reasons he assumed Claire's sudden chill came from, anyhow... The true cause hides her transparent form behind a distant rock, despite still being invisible to the naked eye. Now, it's time to see if that little runt would be worth the effort of claiming, depending on the memories and whatnot her soul's quickly collected "essence" would share... As she contemplated her potential target, she'd simply “tag along” for now and join the group in approaching the path ahead.

But for now, the unaware group wouldn't need to worry about the entity tagging along; although, they could've sworn the husky also mentioned something about "sudden chills."  Perhaps it'd be best for the now-uneased group to exercise caution... Claire herself exercises a tad more fear instead. It was her that felt the forewarned chill, so the trembling returns-- although with some tears and a feeling of panicked nausea. Is some scary version of her going to pop out soon?!

"Hey, it's alright..." Jimmy gently holds her shoulders again, "I don't see any dooming signs of a cruel fate, at the hands of a doppelganger, anywhere. You were probably just hit by a sudden wind, that's all."

Claire may be slow witted, but she's not dim witted-- or so she often pouts and rebuttals within. She can easily see the slight sweat and panicked eyes of his face, which both betray his attempts at maintaining a calmer atmosphere. After all, it won't help to have goats, humans, and "hybrids" turning into headless chickens. Still, it doesn't matter how calm Jimmy is (or tries to be): the husky's warning has been too well-revived within their heads, so they all glance around once more and break into a run down the path.

How entertaining, maybe the sudden entity should just go ahead and try absorbing the runt's soul after all? If they got all worked up over a little freezing touch, then they're sure to be downright hysterical if a second wolf-girl just so happens to walk up. Honestly, her memories and world aren't looking too bad, anyway.

Claire takes the lead of the fleeing group, her terror and sense of endangerment the greatest: for all she knows, something is about to pop out with her face and possibly do who-wants-to-know-what. It'd also be quite guilting, the idea that everyone else could suffer now because she had to be something's main choice already! She hastens off, her equally lengthed arms and legs allowing for the quadrupedal speed boost. Everyone else slows to a stop, now that the potential “monster magnet” is far ahead and away; although, some are less relieved than others… 

"H-Hey, wait!" Alexis cries, reaching out a hoof, "W-We should probably stick together!"

Seve sighs, "Okay, I know I'm gonna stoop to Sarah's level here..."

The redhead snarls, "HEY!"

"But, maybe we should just let her go off..." Seve grimaces, "I mean, if she really is about to attract somethin'..."

"No way!" Alexis protests, "We have to stick together!"

"I agree!" Jimmy adds, "After all, Sarah, you'd still stick by me, wouldn't you-- no matter what could currently have its dastardly sights set upon me?"

"You'd do the same, too," Alexis looks at her friend, "right, Seve? I would for you!"

Seve reminds, "You're forgettin' the fact none of us really know her..."

"He's got a point, can't believe I'm agreeing with HIM..." Sarah sighs, "Jimmy, it wouldn't just be you, but EVERYONE ELSE here we could lose if something really is after her right now!"

"Sarah, I still stand by my previous point," Jimmy rebuttals, "If you'd be willing to follow after me, why not anyone else-- relationships mattering naught?!"

"Yeah Seve," Alexis agrees, "it's not fair if we'd do the same for each other, but not anyone else! Maybe you’re not her friend or family, but she probably has some back home, too; so we can't just leave her!"

Jimmy nods and folds his arms, "Another valid point..."

Seve and Sarah look at each other again, but with less disdain and more consideration this time. Those two had a point: if Alexis or Jimmy were the ones running off because they felt the "foreboding doppelganger chill" or whatever, then Seve or Sarah would be demanding the others go after to help and avoid losing sight of them. In fact, if Jimmy and Alexis somehow felt it simultaneously and fled together, Seve and Sarah would certainly each grab either of Clare's wrists and literally drag her along to help them. Still, is it wise to potentially endanger themselves and their friends for some random girl…?

Jimmy also made another point: "He said they supposedly 'examine' us, before they decide on any actual attempt to lay claim to us; and therefore it doesn't automatically mean any cementing of one's fate, so something might not already have decided it wants her. Secondly, what if it turns out to somehow not be something sizing her up for ill desires? Then we've allowed her to run off on her own and succumb to some horrible fate alone-- and all for no actual reason! I don't see any other true signs to confirm something will be approaching soon, do you?”

Sarah returns her own good point: “Even if something decided it didn’t want her, what if it ends up deciding on one of us instead?!  ‘Here, you freak, if you don’t like her, here’s four more options!’”

“Sarah, may I again point out how hypocritical you’d be with myself…?”

“Yeah, and if it does want her,” Seve adds, “then ya really think it’s gonna be cool with us tryin’ to tell it otherwise?”

“Seve, like Jimmy said,” Alexis points a thumb at the man, “you’d also be a hippo, but with me instead.”

Seve gives her a strange look.

“... You and words, sometimes…”

“Sarah, please…” Jimmy puts a hand on her shoulder, “I mean it, when I say: ‘I cannot live through having a hand in another Ed-like incident, by my own action or lack thereof.’”

“Quit using him to make me do what you want, Jimmy…!” Sarah growls, pulling away. Then, she sighs and lets her shoulders drop, “... But fine, since you’re just gonna keep throwing the whole, ‘If it were me,’ crap in my face…”

Alexis then holds her hooves together, biting her upper lip in a grinning manner and leaning toward (and onto) Seve. Of course, she tops it off with a few eye-batting blinks.

“Fine…” the boy growls, “I don’t wanna keep hearing the, ‘But blah, blah, blah…’ crap, either…” he lifts a finger to his sharp overbite and tilts his head, “But, where exactly did she go…?”

A question better answered by the hidden beast that began Claire’s “examination,” as she followed after the pup when she bolted. Now that she’s all alone and so scared, it ain’t even funny? Oh wait, it is! It’ll make things easier, too, especially when there don’t seem to be any other “takers” of the runt, thus far. Actually, perhaps “retard” is the better word, when these memories don’t show her to be the smartest and most mentally complex person, like actually knowing how to do something as basic as talking. Maybe this could also be the perfect excuse to raise a little amusing hell in the town over? Hold on, perhaps she should backtrack on that “no takers” idea? She’s starting to pick up on the presence of “souls” (if stuff like her even had any) nearby, and they better just be interested in her little “pals” that are following after… 

After all, with five of them to choose overall, there'd surely be four more to come and help see everyone chosen. Every. Last. ONE.

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Author Notes:

In case it's not as obvious as I thought: NO, they cannot see the entity that just "scanned" Claire, or however YOU'D call it. Otherwise, they WOULD be headless chickens right now-- possibly emphasis on "headless," if everyone else does try getting in the way. Well, if this entity DOES want Claire.

I also hope I didn't make Sarah and (especially) Seve seem too heartless. They're the gruffer of their duos, plus you have to remember: they were recently told they're essentially "dead," something that'd already put ANYONE on edge, and now they're seeing warned signs of these demons possibly trying to hunt them ALREADY. Prime "What would YOU do?" situation here, honestly.

Also, if you're wondering why the reaper isn't tagging along, look back to the previous chapter where he said he can't fully protect a soul that isn't collected. Trust me, you're gonna see more details on the "Why?" aspect...

This chapter is also on the shorter side, 9 "pages" at most, but it still serves a point: easing the tensions that arose from Sarah's outburst in the prior chapter and explaining why these guys are equally sticking their necks out for random strangers they likely won't ever see again.

[dreamvonlichtjr]

"TOO BAD BECAUSE YOU W I L L !" - Dismantle anon

Dear Dismantle,

Why are you like this.

[spookiekewchie]

Since you wanted an ask…..

Demon!Andy

So Andy finally impregnated sis like he planned and they have a beautiful baby girl!

So you know after the baby and with her PPD she’s feeling down a bit! It doesn’t help that Andy is always gone with work and stuff (or whatever you want his absence to be)

After a hype up from her bff, she decides it’s time to snap back to the bad bitch she is and get metaphorical grove back 😂

So we can do a time skip I guess!

Now the day has come! Time for her mommy makeover and it’s just in time because it’s her homegirls bachelorette party and they are going all out!

Andy sees what she is wearing and how bad she looks and he is like nopeeee but she goes out anyway! Drunk party shenanigans ensueeeee

As you Andy is hella possessive and a stalker! So he follows reader and he sees her get a lil to chummy with one of the strippers……

You can fill in the rest 😈

Can I Get It?

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: demon!Andy Barber x woc!reader

Summary: Andy's been absent a lot since you've given birth to his twins, and it's taken a toll on you. Time for him to remind you that you're still his little angel.

READ: LOSING MY RELIGION / CHRIST IS COMIN', AND SO AM I / CALL ME WHEN YOU NEED / A HOLIDAY READ

Word Count: 3.9k+

Warnings: general language warning, soft dark demon!andy, angst, mentions of post partum, mentions of reader feeling unwanted, possessive Andy, mild violence, reader going off on Andy (lmao), unprotected sex (p in v), possessive sex, choking, multiple o's, petnames (Andy calls the reader little angel), daddy kink (just the name being used)

A/N: So this is a little time skip, but don't worry I still plan on writing the moments in between this and the last part thing I wrote for them. Loosely inspired by Adele's song Can I Get It. I made an attempt at proof reading but I probably missed some things so excuse any errors or typos. The image is edited by me (the black eyes), divider is by @firefly-graphics

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. If you like it don't forget to reblog and share with others who might enjoy it as well.

You look down at your phone, thumb hovering over the send button before you choose to back out your entire reply and leave Andy on read. You’re still mad at him, and it’s not like he’s been the most attentive partner as of late. In your opinion Andy should be kissing the ground you walk on, especially after pushing out his twin demon spawn. You gave him not one, but two heirs, and he couldn’t even be bothered to be in your shared bed a good amount of the nights that he was actually home. Your blood boils at the thought of it, and you don’t bother considering that there might be a reason why Andy has been so busy lately. You shouldn’t have to consider it, if there’s something going on then he should just tell you.

Sipping on the cranberry juice and sprite that you’ve been nursing you sigh, it’d be so nice to pour a bit of vodka into your glass right now, but you’re still nursing so that’s not an option. Sliding your phone into your purse and rejoining your friends. It’s a bachelorette party and you don’t need to bring the mood down by worrying about Andy when you should be celebrating your friend getting married soon. It’s hard not to think about him though, especially when the whole argument earlier had been because of him not wanting you to leave the house in the short dress you were wearing. He wanted you under him, on top of him, wrapped around him, and he certainly didn’t want you around a bunch of half naked gyrating men. He knows that you won’t let yourself be tempted that easily, it’s more that you’re craving some time with your friends now that you’re finally starting to feel better and the postpartum isn’t wreaking as much havoc on your mental and emotional state any more. He feels guilty about not being there for you like he wanted to, but he swears the next time he won’t have to leave you alone with just Agatha as support again.

It’s something he might have told you if you hadn’t stormed out of the house and jumped into your car so you could speed off. He assumed you just needed to cool off, and he knows you won’t be trying to run. Not when you have two beautiful babies that you adore and that need you. That didn’t mean he particularly enjoyed arguing with you or you walking out on him.

That’s how he ends up watching you from outside your friends house, you’re laughing and sipping at your drink. It’s just you girls and he thinks that’s perfectly fine right up until the point that a dark truck pulls up and four men pile out in police officer uniforms. Each one of them is ridiculously built, and Andy already knows what’s about to happen. He clenches his jaw so hard that he can hear the creaking of his teeth under the pressure as he watches one of your friends open the door and usher them in with a squeal of drunken laughter. It sets his nerves on edge, and through the window he can see the men beginning their routine as they work their way around the room. You throw cash, his cash he notes bitterly, and laugh with your friends and despite knowing that he should be glad that you’re having a good time, Andy just seethes as he continues to watch you.

It feels like an eternity before the song finally ends, and the men start to break off with smaller groups of women. And then there’s you, wandering away to the kitchen by yourself to check your phone again. He wonders if you’ll actually text him back now that you’ve had your fun, but you just set the phone down on the kitchen island and pour more sprite into your juice.

“Now what is a hot mama like you doing off by herself.” A voice says from the kitchen entrance, and you nearly choke when you look over to see one of the dancers sauntering over shamelessly in this thong. You have half a mind to dismiss him, thinking he’s going to try and hit on you in hopes that you’ll slide him a bit more cash but instead he helps himself to a drink and leans on the island next to you. “I’m Adonis,” He gives you what is obviously his stripper name, and you do your best not to snort in laughter. “The bride to be told me you just had twins, and that you deserved a little extra attention.” He informs you, and you groan and bury your face in your hands. The male dancer catches sight of the large ring on your finger, glinting in the low light. It feels heavy right now, a reminder that you’ve tied yourself to Andy and right now you don’t even think he wants you. “Relax mama, I’m not gonna try to break up a happy home. But you gotta answer a question for me.” He continues, and you look up at him with curiosity.

“Did you seriously just have twins? Because damn girl.” He gives a low whistle, taking your hand and making you do a spin for him. “Like I might bat for the other team, but I got eyes mama and you look damn good!” He’s got you cheesing harder than you have in a while, and you don’t even think twice about it when you reach for your phone and open your photos so you can show him the many pictures that you’ve taken over the past three months. He presses in close to look at the screen, gasping at the pictures of your two bundles of demonic joy. A boy and girl, and then there’s the picture of Andy holding them that you pause on for longer than you’d like. He looks so happy holding them, so proud and content, it makes you think for a moment that he really only intended to use you as a human incubator. You don’t realize that tears are on your face until one drops onto your screen. You curse, wiping it away quickly and trying to pretend that you’re fine, but Adonis has already seen it and he’s quick to try and soothe you. “Hey it’s okay, I know I’m pretty but there’s no need for the tears.” He teases, and you give a watery chuckle. He’s sweet, and you’re quickly finding yourself grateful that your friend sent him in here to keep you company.

Unfortunately the moment Adonis innocently runs a hand down your arm that’s when Andy sees red. He assumes the worst, and one second he’s outside peering in, and in the next he’s got your friendly stripper by his throat.

You react in an instant, first trying to pry Andy’s hand off the sputtering man who has no idea what’s going on. “Andrew Stephen Barber!” You hiss, beating against his arm with your clutch until he’s focusing on you. “Let him go, you fucking bully!” You demand, and Andy’s glare doesn’t even make you tremble. You’re too angry with him to be afraid, you’re also hurt, assuming the worst things, and the one man that’s gone out of his way to make you smile is being threatened by your possessive demonic lover, so you can add embarrassment to your list as well.

“I saw him touch you.” Andy seethes, and you scoff in disbelief.

“First of all, I’m not his type. You might be though.” You snap, and Andy’s brows furrow before he puts that together and he chooses to release the gasping man. You hardly pay Andy any mind as you tend to Adonis, apologizing profusely, and getting him some ice for his neck. Ten minutes later, and another apology this time to your friends for having to leave early you all but stomp outside and slide into the passenger side seat of your car so that Andy can drive you back home with nothing from you but your stony silence. There’s a lot you want to say, but you won’t start a fight while he’s driving. “Are you going to talk to me?” Andy huffs out, gripping the steering wheel too tightly. “I said I was sorry, it was a misunderstanding.”

“Yeah, you misunderstood a man being friendly to your baby machine.” You mutter under your breath, but when Andy demands for you to repeat yourself you say nothing and simply glare out the car window while you fiddle with the heavy ring around your finger. The rest of the car ride is stifling, and you feel like you’re going to suffocate if you have to stay in the vehicle a second longer. The feeling gets worse when you see the house come into view, and without thinking twice about it you pull your phone out to dial Agatha. “Hey Agatha, do you think you could keep the twins overnight? I’ll pay you double if you can, but feel free to say no if you have plans.”

Of course she says yes, Agatha Harkness is more than happy to do anything and everything in her power to serve her dark lord and by extension you as well. You don’t dislike her, in fact she’s one of your favorite people, but right now when you’re in an emotional tailspin her happiness to do for you just because Andy’s laid his claim annoys you. You hate this, you hate feeling so out of control of your emotions, and so on edge that you just want to scream. You hate the irrational feeling that maybe you’re being too sensitive about things, but all the absence and the toll that motherhood has taken has left you feeling insecure.

Andy for his part just watches you angrily stomp through the house in silence, eyes narrowing as he follows at a distance until you reach the bedroom and kick off your heels. “What’s going on with you?” He finally questions, and something about his question just sets you off and it’s like an emotional bomb explodes in your chest. You whirl on him, dark eyes swimming with anger, and hurt as you clenched your fists at your side.

“Where would you like me to start, Andrew?” You snap at him, and you can see the muscle in his jaw jump when it clenches. You only ever call him Andrew when you’re angry with him, and he’s always torn between loving it and hating it because the amount of venom you can spit his name with is both arousing and infuriating. He doesn’t get long to dwell on it before you’re snapping at him again. “You’re never home, you’re barely in our bed with me when you are, and then you show up tonight wanting to act like I should just drop everything and cancel all my plans because now you have time for me.” You scoff, shaking your head as you begin to pace in an effort to expel some of the pent up energy you’re suddenly feeling. “That’s rich considering the fact that when I needed you these past few months you weren’t here!”

You don’t mean to yell, but tonight hasn’t gone as planned and having a happy moment ruined by Andy earlier has you feeling raw. “I gave you everything, Andrew,” you hiss at him, and he inhales a slow breath. In any other situation he would have put an end to this outburst of yours, but he’ll let you get this off your chest before he steps in and reminds you who the fuck he is. “Not that you gave me much of a choice,” you remind him, shooting a glare in his direction. You can tell he’s barely holding himself back from jumping on you and pinning you to the bed, but you’ve built up too much steam to just stop now. “But that didn’t matter because stupid little me fell in love with a demon.” You’re muttering that last part mostly to yourself, and the hurt creeps through the anger just enough for Andy to hear it. “You wanted me, I let you have me. You wanted an heir, I gave you two. TWO! Andrew, I gave you two children and then you just left me here with Agatha and two babies that I wasn’t even ready to have!”

He bristles at that, blue eyes bleeding black for a moment. “You got what you wanted, you always get what you want. And all I’ve wanted this entire time was you, and you couldn’t even give me that, and the second someone makes me forget that my husband has been a neglectful ass you show up and take that away too. It’s like you don’t actually want me to be happy.” You accuse, eyes dropping to the diamond ring sitting heavily on your finger. “Fuck! If you don’t want me anymore now that you’ve got what you wanted then just say that!” You fuss with the ring on your fingers, trying to pull it off only to find it fitting tighter than it had when Andy had first slipped it onto your hand. You know it’s the remaining baby weight you still haven’t shed, and you curse loudly as you rush to your vanity to try and get some lotion onto your hand in hopes that it’ll help the ring slide off.

Andy moves in a blur when he realizes what you’re doing, you feel him grip your wrist in his large hand to stop you and you use your free hand to push against his chest. “Stop it! It’s bad enough that you snatched me out of my life, knocked me up, ruined my body, and now you can’t even let me enjoy a night out. I don’t need to wear this if it doesn’t mean anything!” You hear a growl in response to your words, and in a dizzying move Andy roughly sits you on the vanity and leans in until he’s locked his gaze with yours.

“Are you done?” He questions, but it isn’t a question at all. There’s an edge to his voice, it’s low and dangerous and you haven’t heard that from him in so long that it makes you gasp out loud with a small shudder. “I admit that I’ve been neglectful, but I’ve been ensuring the safety of my queen and our children.” He tells you, and your mouth snaps shut. “Perhaps you’ve forgotten the time my enemies tried to take you, little angel, but I haven’t.” You haven’t forgotten necessarily, but you were under the impression that after the lengths Andy had gone to in order to get you back that it wasn’t an issue anymore.

Apparently you were wrong, and now you feel a little guilty for assuming the worst. Not guilty enough to stop being entirely angry with him though.

“Nothing to say all of a sudden?” He questions, and the emotional rollercoaster that you’re on has tears brimming in your eyes. “No? Alright, well let’s get a few things clear right now.” He starts, his hands moving to the short skirt of your dress to bunch it up over your hips slowly. “I took you because you’re mine.” He gives the fabric of the dress a pull between his hands until you hear the fabric ripping. “I got you pregnant because you’re mine, and I know what’s best for you.” The dress is in scraps now and it falls away from your body uselessly. Andy leans away just enough to look at you, and you feel the need to cover the softness of your belly with your arms. Andy pulls them away, and hums in satisfaction as he looks at you with pure admiration for the curves and plushness of your body. “There’s nothing wrong with your body, you’re perfect and you’re mine.” He steals your breath with a sudden kiss, and before you know what you’re doing you’re clinging to him. All the anger dissipating and giving way to need and desire as you return his kiss with months of pent up need.

Andy breaks away for a moment, lifting your ring hand into view to place a soft kiss to your knuckles. “If you ever try to take this ring off again because of assumptions, I will tattoo my name on you so you don’t forget what forever mine means.” You inhale sharply at that, swallowing thickly as you meet his stormy gaze. You don’t say anything for a long moment, but you don’t back down entirely. Sure he has a good reason for being absent, but he’s only telling you this after the fact and in your current emotional state it’s still not entirely good enough for you to just happily accept.

“Am I yours?” Your question shocks him, actually shocks him for a second because after all he’s just said you still have it in you to challenge him. He thinks for a moment that he’s created a monster, because there was a time when you would have never thought to question him like this. You lean forward, eyes searching his face for a moment before you place a hand against his cheek. Damn, you’ve missed him. “You say one thing, but your actions say another.” That has him growling in your face, and you just smirk at him as you stare into that black as night gaze. You know what’s coming next, and the anticipation has you dripping for him when he snaps his belt off like it’s nothing. He works himself out of his pants, and you don’t break the heated locked in gaze the two of you share.

You feel him hard and heavy against your folds when he yanks you to the edge of the vanity, and you clench around nothing. One of his large hands slithers up your body and settles around your neck. Your breath catches in your throat, and then it rushes out of you when you feel the sudden push of his cock entering you with a hard stroke. Andy curses, forehead resting against yours as he savors the feeling of you so wet and tight around his length. It’s really been too long, and being inside you again is like entering paradise. Your walls flutter and grip around him, your body sucking him in deeper as he begins to thrust.

His pace starts out steady, almost careful, because he knows it’s been a while and as eager as he is to remind you just who the fuck he is, he isn’t interested in hurting you. It’s not long though before he’s able to fuck into you the way he wants to, thrusts coming harder and causing the vanity to rock under you and slam against the wall. You cry out his name, hand sliding to the back of his neck and under his collar so you can dig your nails into his flesh. The hand at your throat grips just a little tighter, not enough to restrict your airflow, but enough to remind you that his hand is there. It makes you clench hard around his cock, and Andy groans against your mouth before he claims it in a possessive kiss. “What’s my name, little angel.” He demands, and the only sound that you can make is the loud moans that are tumbling past your parted lips.

“What’s. My. Name.” He punctuates each word with a harsh thrust that has your eyes screwing shut and louder cries rushing out of you.

“Daddy!” You manage to get the name out, free hand gripping against the wrist of the hand he has around your throat. His other hand is gripping tight against your ass, keeping you at the edge of the vanity and in the perfect spot to take each hard, deep thrust from his thick cock. Your legs bounce against his sides until you manage to lock them around his waist. There’s a crack from behind you when the vanity breaks after it hits the wall particularly hard, but neither of you stop to check on it. Both of you far too lost in each other and the pleasure that your bodies are feeling after being denied for so long.

“Who does this pussy belong to?” Andy growls against your mouth, and all you can get out is a breathy little “you daddy” before words are failing you again. He’s got you chasing your high, the coil twisting tighter and tighter until the pressure is maddening and you’re teetering on the edge of release. He can feel how close you are, and when he adds just enough pressure around your throat to restrict your airflow it causes that coil to finally snap. You let out a choked cry, body tensing and then trembling around him as your eyes flutter closed for a moment.

Andy keeps going, fucking you through your orgasm and drawing your pleasure out until you were moving a hand to push at his hips in an attempt to get him to slow down and let you have a moment. “Take it, you wanted it so fucking bad, so take it.” He grunts, lessening the pressure of his grip so you can take in air. You suck in a shaky breath, whining when he keeps your body in the perfect position to take his each hard thrust into your quivering cunt. “Where’d all that fight go, little angel?” He taunts, pulling his face away from yours so he can take in the fucked out expression that’s on your pretty features. “Just needed daddy’s cock in you didn’t you? Just needed me to fuck all the stress away.” He says, and you cry out when you feel his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you. You try to say something but the words are garbled and ruined when his hand tightens around your throat again.

“I know, I know. Daddy missed you too little angel, now be a good girl and take this cock.” You squeeze tight around him, on the edge again and it has him cursing and letting his head roll back on his shoulders. “It’s all for you, my little angel.” Tears prick at your eyes, a mixture of being so touch starved and having so much of him again all at once, the overwhelming pleasure he’s bringing you, and that emotional need to hear him remind you that he’s just as much yours as you are his. It sends you over the edge and he has you cumming again. Your vision whiting out for a moment as the wave of pleasure crashes over you, and you’re lost in it until the haze starts to clear and you register the feeling of Andy spilling inside you as he reaches his own climax.

He doesn’t pull out of you, and you can feel that he’s still hard as his length remains sheathed in your warmth. Neither of you say anything for a long moment, simply basking in the afterglow as Andy allows you to wrap your arms and legs around him. You hold onto him almost like you’re afraid he’ll say he has to leave soon, and he can sense the tension beginning to ease its way back into you. Without warning he lifts you into his arms, and the black depths of his gaze meet with yours as he carries you easily to the bed. “We aren’t done, little angel.” He tells you, depositing you onto the mattress before stripping off his clothing and climbing in on top of you. He cages you in, presses his body against yours until the only thing your senses can register is him.

“We’ve got so much time we need to make up for, don’t think I’m letting you out of this bed until morning.”

[labomi]

a demon’s promise | (18+)

summary: You didn't want to spend your Friday night trying to summon the king of all demons in your tiny apartment, but here you are with your best friend by your side reciting an incantation from a strange book. To your utter relief, the spell doesn't work or so you seem to think.

pairing: sukuna ryomen x f!reader

words: 4.2k

warnings: explicit sexual content, slight dubcon, smut, explicit language, choking, overstimulation, rough sex, pet names, not a particularly happy ending

notes: read on ao3 here! first sukuna piece and i don’t have much to say except aahhhhh!! i initially planned it to be more of a cute, fluffy story but obviously that didn’t happen oops. well anyways thanks for reading!

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” you ask hesitantly, watching your best friend finish drawing a pentagram on your living room floor. Kimi dusts the chalk off her fingers, admiring her work with a satisfied smile.

“Oh, come on,” she says, a little exasperated at you. “Don’t bail on me now. Aren’t you the tiniest bit excited?”

“About summoning a demon from a weird book you found in the back of a sketchy thrift shop? Yea, I’m absolutely thrilled,” you deadpan.

It was about a week ago when Kimi surprised you with her new find. The book was bound in torn leather and filled with handwritten notes about how to conjure the supernatural on ink stained, wrinkled pages. It certainly looked old, but you couldn’t help but think it was a scam. Some kid might have decided to replicate the look and feel of an ancient book, filling it with absolute nonsense that your best friend was clearing falling for. 

Unfortunately, once Kimi had gotten a hold of this book, she would not shut up about it. For the past week, you tried your best to feign interest in her new obsession as she flipped through pages, oohing and aahing at the sketches and descriptions of different types of demons. They ranged from little mischievous creatures to incubi and succubi and even a terrifying being that ate the souls of its prey.

For the most part, you think the book is absolutely absurd, but you can't ignore the tiny voice in your head that is just a little terrified about the potential existence of demons. Kimi had begged you nonstop to try one of the spells. You were hesitant and initially said no, but she kept begging you over and over again. Eventually you gave in because she was your best friend, and she was clearly excited about trying out the book with you. There is no harm in humoring her a little, right?

Kimi finishes lighting the five candles that surround the pentagram as you place a small bowl in the center.

“Alright!” Kimi says, clapping her hands. She looks at the open spell book next to her, double checking the instructions. “The only thing left is a drop of human blood.” Kimi looks at you expectantly.

You blink and point a finger at yourself. “Me?” you squeak. “But isn’t this your idea?”

“But you know how squeamish I get about pain and blood! Pretty pretty pleaassee,” your best friend begs.

You sigh. “Alright, alright. You owe me big time for this. Hand me the knife.” Kimi happily gives you the small knife that you had grabbed earlier from the kitchen. Scrunching your face, you make a tiny little cut on your index finger and squeeze one drop of blood into the bowl. You suck on your finger, hoping it would scab over quickly. “Ok, now what?”

Kimi turns the page. “Now we just have to say this incantation together. Come here.” You scoot over to sit next to your friend as she holds the book between the two of you. Together, you both recite the words scribbled down on the crumbled page.

You wait.

And wait.

And wait.

And nothing happens.

“Umm,” you break the awkward silence. “Nothing happened.”

“No, this can’t be right.” Kimi groans and starts aggressively flipping through the pages. “We followed the instructions exactly. It should have worked!”

Part of you feels relieved. You weren’t particularly thrilled about inviting the supernatural into your tiny apartment on a Friday night. Now you’re more convinced that the book really is a fake.

“What were we supposed to summon anyway?” you ask, a little curious.

Kimi frowns, still re-reading the instructions. “A creature named Sukuna Ryomen. Apparently he’s the king of all demons.”

Your mouth falls open in shock. “What the fuck, Kimi? The king? You chose to summon the king of all demons? What were you thinking? I thought we were going to summon those harmless creatures that steal people’s left socks or something like that!”

Kimi huffs. “Well, I did ask you what we should summon, but you said you didn’t care and that I should pick something. So I did!”

You rub your temples, trying to keep calm. “You’re right, you’re right. My bad. I’m sorry.” You could tell that Kimi is already quite upset that the spell didn’t work, and you were just adding fuel to the fire. “Hey! It’s ok. Let’s just take the rest of the night off. I’ll clean everything up, don’t worry about it. And listen, maybe we can try a different spell next week. Perhaps there’s not enough spiritual energy in this room or something to summon the big guy.”

Kimi perks up a little at your words. “We can try again next week? Really?”

You nod. “Promise. Take the book back to your place and choose something a little bit more tame, ok?”

Kimi giggles. “Ok, I promise too!” She grabs the book and carefully places it in her bag before getting up and heading towards the door. You follow her and give her a quick hug.

“Talk to you tomorrow,” you say.

“Yep! Good night!”

Once Kimi leaves your apartment, you let out a deep breath. You survey the mess on your living room floor with a frown. You truly love your best friend to death, but she’s just a little too adventurous for your tastes sometimes.

A sudden wave of lethargy washes over you, causing you to lean against your kitchen counter for support. You rub your eyes, struggling to keep them open as your eyelids start to feel unusually heavy. 

Weird.

It isn’t particularly late, so you are a bit surprised to feel so tired out of the blue. You figure the excitement of tonight’s activities likely got the best of you, so you decide to retire early for the night. Walking into the living room, you blow out all the candles around the pentagram before retreating into your bedroom. You will clean up everything tomorrow. No harm in letting it sit out for the night.

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You wake up with a start. The darkness of your bedroom greets you. Groaning, you grab your phone in order to check the time but it was dead. You silently curse at yourself for forgetting to charge it before passing out. You lean back in your bed with a sigh. Normally, you sleep through the night undisturbed. You briefly wonder what had woken you up. 

Crash!

You instantly freeze and hold your breath. The noise came from the living room. It sounded like something had fallen. You try to calm your racing heart as you convince yourself that it was just one of your decorations falling off the wall. But you know you won’t be able to comfortably go back to sleep without checking, so you quietly slip out of bed and open your bedroom door. You peek into the living room, but you’re unable to make out anything clearly in the darkness. 

You fully step out of your bedroom and hit the light switch for the living room. Squinting your eyes, you try to adjust to the sudden brightness. Once your vision finally clears, you gasp. 

There’s someone in your living room.

The first thing you notice about the intruder is his tattoos. Intricate symbols mark his entire body, including his face.

The second thing you realize is that he’s completely naked.

You open your mouth to scream, but the intruder appears right in front of you within the blink of an eye and clamps his large hand over your mouth to shush you.

“Be quiet,” he growls deeply. “You can’t act so surprised. After all, you’re the one who called me here.”

You feel a chill crawl down your spine as your eyes widen in realization.

No. No. It can’t be.

Once the intruder is convinced you won’t start screaming, he removes his hand from your mouth. He stands back and takes in your appearance as you stand there numbly in your pajama shirt and shorts.

“A woman, huh.” He licks his lips. “I wasn’t expecting a woman to be the one to resurrect me, but I’m not complaining.”

This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening!

You try to convince yourself that you’re still dead asleep in your bed and dreaming about this entire encounter. There is no way that damn book actually worked!

“Ryomen Sukuna,” you whisper to yourself, suddenly recalling the name of the demon you tried to summon with Kimi.

You don’t miss the way his eyes light up. “Oh! You’ve heard of me!” He grins. “You should feel honored to be in the presence of the Great King of Demons.”

You shudder at his voice. There’s a certain aura of power, strength, and pure evil that you can feel radiating from the demon, but his appearance is still rather surprising. For the Great King of Demons, he looks rather...human. You could have easily mistaken him as a normal man who just really liked tattoos. No tail. No wings. No horns. Perhaps your view of demons was a bit outdated.

“I have to admit. I’m a little disappointed,” Sukuna says with a small frown, surveying his own body. “It seems you didn’t summon me correctly. My power is nowhere near what it should be, and it took me forever to spawn into this measly physical form. I normally have four arms and two faces.”

Your eyes bulge out of your head. Did he say four arms? And two faces?

The demon taps a finger on his chin in thought. “I did start off as a human before becoming a demon, so I guess it makes sense I’m reborn looking like a human at first.”

You silently thank your friend for messing up the ritual. If Sukuna had spawned immediately at full power, the two of you would have both been in danger. At least it’s only you in harm’s way. Kimi is safe and sound, far away from your tiny apartment.

“It’s ok,” Sukuna purrs, approaching you. “It doesn’t matter that you messed up the ritual a little. You can help me fix it now, pet.”

You stumble backwards, heart racing and body quivering in fear. He reaches out to place his hands on your shoulders, steadying you before pushing you against the wall. You instantly freeze, breath caught in your throat as you wonder what he’ll ask of you.

Sukuna lightly strokes your cheek with one hand. You want to recoil in fear and disgust, but your body remains frozen in horror.

“You haven’t noticed?” he asks. “It was your blood used in the summoning ritual. That means we are bonded.”

No. No.

Sukuna places two fingers underneath your chin and lifts them up so you look directly up into his eyes. You tremble uncontrollably as you meet his dark gaze.

“The way I regain my strength is by sucking the energy out of you. You might have noticed that you felt tired and sluggish after the ritual. That’s because the it took a lot of energy from you to give me a physical form. Don’t worry though, it’s not enough to kill you. But you are pretty weak, so it might take me awhile to regain my full strength.”

You gulp. The Great King of Demons at full strength? You know you have to prevent this from happening somehow, but your phone is dead, the book is gone, and Sukuna is not likely to let you leave his sight long enough for you to figure out a plan. Was it even possible to fight back against him? Maybe your best bet was to comply with his demands and hope he spares you.

“But there is a way to speed up the process.” He looks down at your body hungrily before leaning his head towards you until his lips hover over your left ear. “Sex,” he whispers huskily.

You stiffen slightly and try to ignore the spark that travels down your body and lights up your core.

“Wh-what do you mean?” you stammer nervously.

“I feed off your body’s energy, and everyone knows that there’s nothing more powerful than sexual energy. Sex gets your heart racing and blood pumping. It’s the perfect energy source for my complete resurrection.” Sukuna moves away from your ear and grins at your stricken face. “You are the one who summoned me here. It would be rude to not feed your guest and accommodate his needs.”

He places a thumb on your bottom lip, rubbing it back and forth. You try not to react, but your body won’t listen to you. Sukuna’s presence is overwhelming. His bare chest is practically pressed against your body. His eyes are dark with lust as he gazes at your face. His thumb continues to rub your lips which leaves you flustered. Your mind feels hazy, and your body feels unusually warm. A small, sane part of you tries to fight back. A little voice in your head reminds that this is the king of all demons. How could you fall for the literal embodiment of pure evil?

“I know you’re turned on,” Sukuna says smugly. You look away feeling absolutely mortified, but the demon grabs your head and forces you to look back at him. “Ah ah. Keep your eyes on me. No need to get embarrassed. Like I said before, I was resurrected from your blood, so we share a connection. This means I can feel your blood pumping in your own body, and I can tell exactly where it’s headed.” Sukuna drops his gaze down your body to emphasize his point. He doesn’t miss how your thighs suddenly clench together.

With a dangerous flash in his eyes, Sukuna hoists you over his shoulder and throws you on your bed. Before you could even think about saying no, Sukuna is on top of you harshly nipping and sucking at your neck. One hand is already underneath your shirt, fondling one of your breasts and playing with your hard nipple. He sucks at a particularly sensitive spot on your neck which leaves you moaning shamelessly underneath him. Any doubts or reservations immediately leave your mind. 

Your body feels like it’s on fire being this close to Sukuna. He chuckles darkly, leaving your neck and pulling out his hand from underneath your skirt. “That’s my good pet,” he purrs. “So eager just for me.” Sukuna kisses you roughly, leaving you gasping as you try to match his fervor. Eventually he leans back and admires how swollen your lips look after his harsh treatment. Your pupils are blown wide with lust. With Sukuna’s face hovering just above yours, you can’t help but admire his unique markings. Without realizing, you reach a hand out and start tracing the lines on his cheek. Sukuna stills for a moment, enjoying your tender touch. 

The moment of gentleness shatters when Sukuna rips open your shirt with his bare hands. He immediately latches onto one of your breasts with his mouth and roughly gropes the other. You grip the back of his head, digging your fingers in his short hair. He bites down a little too sharply on your nipple, causing you to yelp in slight pain. Sukuna lightly chuckles at your reaction and finally pulls away, giving your now sore breasts a break. He suddenly flips your positions so that you are now hovering over him as his back hits the bed.

You stare at his chiseled chest and can’t resist rubbing your hands up and down his prominent muscles. Sukuna observes you with an amused look as you openly admire his body. 

“You like what you see?” he smirks.

You ignore the question and begin peppering light kisses down his chest and over his abs. The demon hums, enjoying your soft touch all over his body. However, he eventually has enough of your teasing. He pushes your head down until you’re forced to look at something you’ve tried to avoid glancing at the entire night. Your heart flutters with a little nervousness as you’re greeted with Sukuna’s dick. It’s long and thick with just the slightest curve. You wonder how you’re going to be able to handle his impressive size.

Sukuna can sense your hesitation, so he decides to give you a little push. He grabs your hair roughly and brings your face closer to his throbbing dick. “Be a good girl and open wide.” With a shaky breath, you take the tip of Sukuna’s cock into your mouth. He’s so thick that you can barely fit him in your mouth. With the demon’s hand still on your head, he coaxes you take him in deeper and you oblige. Sukuna groans as your hot, wet mouth takes more and more of his length. You look so good with your lips wrapped around his cock. 

You start to bob your head up and down to Sukuna’s delight, but he’s rather annoyed at your languid pace. “Too slow,” he growls and that’s the only warning you get before the demon jerks his hips up sharpy. You gag as his dick hits the back of your throat, but Sukuna's firm grasp on your head keeps you in place. He tightens his grip and then begins to roughly thrust into your mouth. You try to relax your throat and keep your composure even as tears start to fall from your eyes as the demon ruthlessly fucks your face.

“You feel so good,” Sukuna groans. “You were made to take my dick.” A particularly rough thrust leaves you gagging again and drooling all over his cock. “Fuck yea, just like that.”

Once the demon is satisfied, he releases his grip on your hair and you immediately pull back to catch your breath. You wipe the spit from your mouth and the tears from your eyes, panting heavily from the rough treatment. Sukuna silently admires the way your breasts look against your heaving chest.

“Take the rest of your clothes off,” he demands. You shakily get off the bed and shimmy out of your pajama shorts. As you roll down your underwear, Sukuna doesn’t miss how it’s already drenched with your arousal. As you climb back on the bed, Sukuna roughly places you underneath him once again. He spreads open your legs and presses a finger against your entrance to test your wetness.

“Damn,” Sukuna growls. “You’re this wet from choking on my cock.” You moan in relief as you finally feel some friction against your throbbing core. “A good little whore just for me.”

The demon strokes your folds at a leisurely pace which drives you insane. You unconsciously grind against his hand, silently begging him to pick up the tempo, but Sukuna just chuckles and continues to tease you. He barely brushes your swollen clit with each stroke, causing you to whine in frustration.

“Please,” you whimper.

Sukuna raises his eyebrows with a smirk. “Please what?” He suddenly stops his ministrations to your immediate displeasure.

You bite your lip feeling slightly embarrassed, but you decide to swallow whatever pride you have left. “T-touch me. I want to feel you. I n-need to feel you.”

“Only because you asked so sweetly,” Sukuna hums. He finally rubs his thumb over your throbbing clit, and you immediately cry out as pleasure wracks your body. The demon’s touch becomes faster and rougher, leaving you a writhing mess underneath him. Just as you’re about to hit your climax, Sukuna pulls away and you can’t stop the frustrated whine that leaves your mouth. He strokes his dick amused by your reaction and leans down to whisper in your ear. “Wouldn’t it feel better to cum around my cock? Come on. Tell me that’s what you want, pet.”

The fire between your legs only grows as you listen to his words. Desperate for any sort of release, you beg for Sukuna’s cock. “P-please fuck me. I need your dick so badly. Please please please.”

Sukuna answers your pleas by lining his cock against your sopping entrance before pushing into you in one go. You groan at the slight burn as your walls stretch around his wide girth, but you’re so wet he manages to slide his entire length into you without much resistance. Once he’s fully sheathed, the feeling is completely overwhelming. You feel absolutely stuffed to the brim with his giant cock pulsing inside you.

“Oh my god,” you breath. “You’re so big. Fuck.”

Sukuna doesn’t give you much chance to adjust to his size as he immediately pulls out until only his tip remains before ramming back into you at full force. You yelp at the sudden movement, while the demon softly groans. He sets a brutal pace that leaves you absolutely breathless. With every snap of his hips, you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. Your toes curl in pleasure, and you rake your nails down his muscular back as the demon fucks you senseless.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Sukuna growls as you continue to moan and whimper wantonly underneath him. When the head of his cock hits that sensitive spot inside you at just the right angle, the tension in your body finally snaps and a wave of pleasure completely washes over you. You cry out as you reach your climax, squeezing your eyes shut as you surrender yourself to the sensations of pure bliss.

Once you start to come down from your high, Sukuna pulls out of you and adjusts your body so that you’re on your hands and knees. Your arms are still quivering from your orgasm but you have just enough strength to keep yourself from collapsing. Both you and Sukuna groan as he enters you once again. He somehow fucks you even harder than before. The lewd, wet noises of your bodies slamming against one of another fill the bedroom. Sukuna grips your waist with such force as he slams into you over and over again that you know you’ll wake up with nasty bruises tomorrow. In this position, it feels like his cock is pushing even deeper inside you at such a brutal pace.

“You going to cum on my cock again?” Sukuna pants. He slaps your ass, and you squeak at the unexpected sting. “Answer the question, pet.” He gives you another slap.

“Oh god, yes,” you gasp as your cunt clenches around him. “F-fuck. Your cock feels s-so good.” Satisfied with your answer, Sukuna reaches around to rub your clit. It was just the right amount of extra stimulation you needed to reach your climax again. Your body shudders as you lose yourself to the white hot pleasure. Sukuna pulls out of you, and you immediately collapse on the bed.

“Who said we were done yet, pet?” The demon picks you up and places you on top of him as he lays back on the bed. You instinctively wrap your arms around his neck as your hard nipples rub against his chest. You can feel his still erect cock poking at your entrance. “I want to watch your face as I fill you up with my cum.” 

You wince as he slips back into you. You’re already starting to feel overstimulated and sore, but Sukuna hasn’t shown any signs of slowing down yet. He ruts into your limp body, only concerned about chasing his own pleasure.

You don’t think it’s possible for you to cum again, but Sukuna’s cock is continuing to hit all the right places. The pain from overstimulation only seems to egg you on further as you feel the familiar tension building within your body once again. Sukuna groans as your walls start to clench down on him. His thrusts become more erratic as he approaches his own release. 

As he continues to pound into you as you’re splayed across his chest, the demon tells you about all the humans he’ll kill once he’s at full power. Not even women or children will be safe from his destruction. He’ll lay siege to all Japan, perhaps even the world. Sukuna mentions how the golden age of demons will begin once again. 

You begin crying, but you can’t even tell if it’s from the overstimulation, the shame of letting him use you like this, or the guilt of bringing such a horrifying demon back to Earth. With one more rough thrust, you come undone again for the third time during the night. Sukuna follows right after you, pumping you full of his cum. There’s so much that you can already feel his seed leaking out of you.

Sukuna remains still, trying to catch his breath as you quietly sob against his chest. The demon rubs your head with surprising tenderness. 

“Don’t worry, pet. I promise I’ll spare you,” Sukuna says. “You’re mine now. No one else will ever touch you again.”

You hiccup through your tears as Sukuna’s words fill you with dread. It’s all your fault. He’s going to be reborn at full power and wipe out human civilization because of you. The guilt tears at your heart.

What have you done?

Sukuna can already feel his power returning to him. It’s only a matter of time before he’ll be unstoppable. Perhaps a couple of more days of indulging himself with your body will get the job done. He rubs your back, feeling how your sobs rack your body. Your tears only amuse him. Just another sign of how weak humans really are.

“Get ready for the new age, pet. And it’s all thanks to you.”

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Selina Steals a Bug from Batman to get her Kitten.

blame this post here for this thing's inspiration, and a friend for encouraging this.

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             Selina paused when she saw ‘the lost Wayne’ news. She knew Bruce didn’t adopt another kid and forget to tell her—Dick kept her up-to-date on his new siblings and sent her pictures. No, her boyfriend Bruce Wayne would certainly not hide a new Wayne from her.

             He absolutely would forget to introduce her to a new family friend or potential bat. She was still upset about how long it took him to admit that little Stephanie had been working with his son for months and he hadn’t thought to invite the girl over for a meal or two when Selina was over. It wasn’t like she didn’t already know Tim was dating another vigilante… it was that one of her not-technically-my-sons was not introducing her to someone who had saved his life multiple times and who happened to be another Gotham vigilante and another addition to the batfam.

             Selina is their unofficial mother after all, she has rights. Any possible members of their little bat family, and she must assess them. at the very least, teach them more than just Bruce’s habits. The man was horrendous at showing his actual emotions, and the kids would need a counter example to that—herself obviously.

             So imagine Selina’s surprise when she decided to surprise her boyfriend and his children with a visit, only to find a young teen drinking out of Tim’s favorite mug, wearing one of Dick’s more infamous Nightwing hoodie’s, and looking at one of Damian’s katana’s carefully.

             “Who are you?” Selina had a feeling this was the latest “not a Wayne” and she would have to ensure her bats were safe from a fellow thief… again.

             The teen looked up, almost startled by her appearance and nearly dropping the katana.

             Selina raised an eyebrow.

             The teen flushed. “Marinette.”

             “And what,” Selina strolled over to the table and sat on its edge. “Exactly are you doing with all of these?”

             The girl was smart enough to look a bit embarrassed, she'd give her that much. Not without shame. Good.

             “Well, uh, kind of complicated, but, uh, the boys said that I couldn’t manage to grab their favorite things.”

             Selina looked the girl over. She was probably the new one to the group, the spotted French girl Jagged Stone mentioned in a few of his songs. She was young, and clearly good at getting what she wanted.

             “Where’s Jason’s?”

             “Uh, how did you…”

             “Answer the question.”

             “… behind the gardener’s shed. He really needs to stop leaving his keys in easy access pockets.”

             Selina nodded, looking over the girl. She was twisting a familiar looking ring… wasn’t that one of the Wayne family rings!?

             “How did you get that off Bruce?” Selina feigned nonchalance.  

             “… don’t judge me.”

             “Too late. Talk.”

             “Accidentally, I swear, just, he left the safe open and mid-terms stress and then…” the girl gestured helplessly.

             Selina could appreciate the honesty. She could also appreciate that the girl managed to get something off each boy.

             But now came the real test.

             “Kleptomaniac kind?”

             The girl flushed harder. “Yeah… I was going to return it, eventually… I think.”

             Selina looked over the girl once more, suddenly seeing an opportunity she should have taken back when she first saw Tim stalking her bats way back when. She could use her own mini.

             “How do you feel about cats?”

             Marinette shifted gears at that. “Real, memes, or Chat Noir?” Selina could feel there was a story there, one for another time. “If we’re talking real, they’re amazing, the memes are fun and Chat is…” the girl shook her head. “Complicated. And in London apparently, so he can’t judge me for my poor life choices.”

             Oh, Selina likes this one. “I’m guessing you’re Brucie’s latest pet project?”

             Marinette scrunched up her face at that. “I’m here to force a sense of fashion on this family if it kills me.”

             Selina smiled at that. “Oh, I do believe we’re going to get along wonderfully.” She extended her hand. “I go by Catwoman in the field.”

             Marinette paused for a moment before taking the extended hand with a grin of her own. “Ladybug—though we might want to go with something else for this... how do you feel about panjas bracelets?”

             Selina’s grin grew. “Oh, we’re going to get along perfectly.”

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             In the Batcave there was a meeting being held by a distressed Nightwing, impatiently waiting for the others to finish arriving.

             “Batgirl?”

             “She’s not on tonight,” Red Robin answered, quietly sipping his espresso in one of his lesser mugs. It seems like his bean got to his favorite earlier…

             “Black Bat?” Nightwing asked Batman.

             “She’s running with the Birds of Prey tonight—Oracle’s idea.”

             Nightwing seemed to accept this. “I’ll just forward them the power point.”

             Red Robin groaned. “Another one?”

             Red Hood shook his head. “Blame B. He got it in Dickie’s head that this is how you explain things to people. Bullet points.”

             “No names in the field,” Robin snapped.

             “No names in the field,” Red Hood mocked under his breath.

             Robin glared at him for that.

             “It’s a very effective method.” Batman stated defensively.

             “Yeah, on the League,” Red Robin grumbled into his coffee. The Batfam is full of (not really) professional detectives—they are capable of understanding without the bullet points of doom. Mostly.

             “Then I’ll just get started, Agent A, Lights!”

             The batcave dimmed to show only the projection of a power point title slide ‘Marinette Cannot Meet Selina, Ever.’

             “What the hell is this?” whispered Red Hood.

             “I allowed you to delay patrol, for this?” Batman sighed.

             “Silence! Nightwing is speaking.”

             “Thank you Robin, now, Marinette is under no circumstances to meet Selina.”

             “Why doesn’t he have to use codenames?” Red Hood wondered aloud. Only to be kicked by an aggressive Robin. “Ow! What the hell demon spawn!”

             “Silence,” Robin hissed.

             “As I Was Saying,” Nightwing loudly began. “Marinette is not allowed to meet Selina. It would be a disaster for us all.”

             “Its not she’d adopt her like a certain someone is trying to,” Red Hood stated, pointedly ignoring Robin’s attempts to silence him with threats of violence.

             Nightwing changed the slide with a sigh. “Exhibit A: Marinette enjoys shiny things, and so does Selina.”

             The slide showed two pictures, one of Marinette in various miraculous while holding one of Damian’s daggers, and the other of Selina with a very large gemstone necklace.

“Exhibit B, they are both prone to theft.”

             The next slide showed Catwoman stealing a necklace from a museum, and Marinette in Batman’s cape while using Tim’s phone and wearing one of Jason’s leather jackets, Titus laying at her feet.

             “Marinette does not stop at shiny things, as we can expect of Selina,” Robin explained.

             “You’re just mad Pixie managed to get past your security.”

             Robin glared at Red Hood.

             “That doesn’t explain why bean shouldn’t meet Selina,” Red Robin said. “Hm, maybe I should change the bean blend again? not getting enough of a buzz.”

             Nightwing sighed, changing the slide again. “If the two meet, we lose all we hold dear.”

             This time the slide showed a photoshopped Marinette and Selina sitting on a pile of miscellaneous objects.

             Batman sighed, deciding his eldest was just being overdramatic again.

             “Mari will learn new tricks from Selina.” Nightwing stated slowly. “Tag team with Selina, maybe even be the Robin to her Batman.” That got the room’s attention, albeit not the kind Nightwing wanted. “It would not just be Mari’s minor thefts anymore.”

             Red Robin rolled his eyes while Red Hood snorted a “yeah right.”

             Robin looked nervously as Nightwing finished his powerpoint.

             “Mari would rule Gotham and no one, not even us, would be able to stop her.”

             Batman decided that they wasted enough time on Nightwing’s bout of paranoia. “I highly doubt Selina would corrupt her.”

             At that moment a beaming stripped heroine walked in, wearing a new string of necklaces, with Catwoman at her side with an amused look of her own.

             “How dare you try to hide a kitten from me.”

             Nightwing threw his hands up. “I told you!”

             Batman stared while Robin began checking their systems… no alarms had gone off anywhere and they all knew the pair had stolen the necklaces that Marinette was sporting.

             Nightwing was right.  

             “Holy shit is this really happening?” Red Robin half-whispered, looking back and forth between the pair and a shocked Batman. “Is Catmom pulling a Batdad?”

             Catwoman flashed a smile. “Since someone wouldn’t let me take any birdies, I decided to take a kitten of my own.”

             “Why didn’t you tell me I could have more moms here!” Marinette exclaimed.

             At the groups growing look of horror, Catwoman’s grin grew. “Oh, I forgot to mention, Harley and Ivy are back. They want joint custody. She’s the Marigold Harley’s been tweeting about.”

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first thing i do after getting real internet back plus have the time to think, and its write and post this. hope you all enjoyed!

[intercoursefluids]

The Impromptu Sleepover Part 2 (Final)

One day. All she asked for was one normal day. Sounds reasonable, doesn’t it? A single completely average day is not too much to ask for.

Unless of course, you are Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Then it’s impossible.

People around Marinette start crying as Scarecrow walks into the room, mothers hiding their children behind them as everyone holds onto each other, scared of what’s to come.

Marinette shudders at the pure animosity radiating from the man-turned monster.

Adrien, ever the faithful friend, mistakes the slight shake as fear and shifts so he covers her from the villain’s view.

Everything is quiet before Scarecrow starts on his evil monolog (not that anyone cares).

Tuning him out Marinette looks around, trying to come up with a plan to get everyone out before a shrill scream and crying fill the air causing her to snap back around.

Some of Scarecrow’s goons are holding a woman back as a small boy is dragged up to the monster himself.

Grabbing the boys are he holds the trembling child painfully tight before reaching behind him and pulling out a canister.

Seeing as how Marinette planned this whole trip she made sure to know all about the local heroes and villains.

And the knowledge of what that bastard was going to do to that poor kid squashed any sense of self-preservation Marinette had.

Rushing forward she manages to make it past the few armed men standing between her and Scarecrow and rips the kid away from him just to get blasted in the face by the fear-toxin.

Ringing fills her ears as she collapses to the ground, voices shouting from the corners of her mind.

All of them shouting how they failed her, she should have done better. That she never should have been chosen.

One voice rings out crystal clear amongst all of the other roaring voices.

You said you would save me, M’lady. I should have known better than to trust someone like you. After all, you aren’t even worth the Ladybug miraculous. I have to say, I’m disappointed in you Bugaboo.

Her head jerks up at her partner’s voice, tears streaming from her eyes as she comes face to face with someone she never wanted to see again.

Chat Blanc.

Voices surround her as explosions sound in the distance. Her parents, her friends, everyone. All screaming at how she failed them, how she should have stopped when she had the chance.

Children’s cries fill the air around her, only these are different. They don’t echo from within her head, instead, they come from around her, slowly grounding her. Reminding her that this is just some monster’s trick.

The fear is still there, prominent as ever, but now her focus is on getting everyone out. She hasn’t failed yet.

Slowly uncurling from the ball she had formed she looks around. Forcing herself to see past the bloodied faces of people she failed to save.

All around her everyone is still the same, the hostages in the same places, same as the gunmen (even if they look smug at her suffering).

The only one missing is Scarecrow himself, and turning ever so slowly to face Chat Blanc her fears are confirmed.

In Scarecrows place stands her beloved kitty.

Pure unadulterated rage fills her as he dares wear her kitten’s face.

Lunging at Chat Blanc she hears the startled screams as she attacks him before the rushing in her ears takes over, leaving her deaf to the sound of shattering glass as the heroes arrive on the scene.

Having the advantage of surprise on her side she manages to pin him fairly easily tying his arms behind his back with her visitors’ pass before spinning around to help take down the rest.

An arm wraps around her, trapping her arms to her side as she struggles, a hand coming up to cover her eyes as she tries to getaway.

Quiet shushing and words of reassurance reach her ears causing her struggling to slow.

“W-who are you?”

Marinette winces at the tremor in her voice as she takes stalk of her surroundings.

Her head is tucked under their chin as their surprisingly strong arms hold her in place, one hand still firmly over her eyes.

“My name is Damian. I’m trying to help keep you calm until they can get you the anti-serum.”

She chuckles even as she shakes in his hold.

“It’s not normally a good idea to grab a girl from behind if you want her to calm down.”

He tenses slightly.

“Right, I didn’t think that through. Most people see what they are most afraid of so I thought if I took that away it would help you calm down.”

Marinette doesn’t reply for a while, opting to try and match his breathing instead of replying. All the while subconsciously leaning more against him.

“It’s working I’ll admit, you just went about it horribly. Can we sit down? I feel like my legs are about to give out.”

She feels him loosen his hold and fumble with something behind her before the hand over her eyes is replaced with a piece of cloth. He takes her hand leading her over to a wall before sitting and pulling her with him, tucking her into his side and draping something over her shoulders as her shaking picks up again.

“I’m sorry, can you tell me about yourself? It’ll help me keep my mind off of the panic.”

She feels him nod shifting again so she's leaning more against his chest.

“I have 3 older brothers. Richard, but everyone calls him Dick, Jason, and Tim. I lived with my mother until I was 10 so I’ve only known them for 6 years. They are all adopted but I don’t think anyone even remembers that half the time.”

Marinette can’t help the soft smile that takes over her face as she wraps her arm around him (why is he so warm???).

“You sound like you love them.”

He scoffs.

“Not in a million years, they’re annoying. Grayson is overly dramatic and a hopeless romantic, Todd is a trigger-happy hothead, and Drake is an insomniac, workaholic with a caffeine addiction.”

Marinette can’t help but giggle, her overwhelming fear slowly receding enough for her to think.

“They may be ‘annoying’ but they’re your family, I can tell you care about them.”

Damian makes an offended noise even as he wraps his arm around her rubbing her arm up and down.

“The only person in our family that I actually like is Alfred, he’s our grandfather and the only reason any of us are still alive, but, I guess they aren’t as bad as they used to be. Not that I'll ever admit that to them. Their egos are big enough as is.”

Marinette is about to respond when another voice cuts her off, causing her to cling to Damian as her heart rate picks back up frantically.

“Too late, I brought the anti-serum for your frie- Hey is she okay?”

Damian pulls her into his lap, rubbing her back even as he scolds the other person.

“She’s still being affected by the fear-gas dipshit! I just got her to calm down again, give me that!”

One of his arms leaves her body as he reaches away from her, he starts whispering to her again as something pricks her upper right arm.

It only takes a minute for the anti-toxin to work, causing Marinette to sag in relief against Damian as he keeps his arms around her.

“Seriously Todd! You should have known better than to startle someone like that!”

Marinette takes deep breaths of air, slightly surprised by the smell of Damian’s cologne before realizing she has her arms wrapped around his neck and her face buried in his shoulder.

“Yeah, you’re right. My bad demon-spawn.”

Damian scoffs adjusting Marinette in his arms so he can sit up instead of leaning against the wall.

“It’s not me you should be apologizing to, nitwit!”

Marinette sits up slightly kissing Damian’s cheek as she takes the makeshift blindfold off before returning to her earlier position.

“Thank you, Damian. You didn’t have to help me, much less stay with me and calm me down. You’re really sweet, you know that?”

His arms tense around her before cackling fills the air.

“Demon-spawn? Sweet?! I don’t know who you’re calling sweet but it’s most definitely not my little brother.”

Damian groans as ‘Todd’ keeps laughing, instead directing his attention to Marinette.

“Do you think you’re okay to walk? The cops will probably want to take a statement.”

She nods and they slowly rise, Damian, supporting her the whole time. Once she is finally standing up straight she turns to look at the boy who helped before coming face to face with the greenest eyes she’s ever seen.

Her breath catches in her throat as she meets his electric emerald eyes for the first time since they met.

They stand there, in complete silence before a camera flash breaks through their quiet bubble.

Turning towards Todd, Marinette studies his features.

Pale skin, blue eyes, and black hair with a tuffet of white at the front.

“What do you think you are doing,Jason?”

Todd now dubbed ‘Jason’ grins stepping away from his brother.

“Ooh, the first name. You only use that when you’re pissed. And I’m sending this to the group chat, no one will believe me if I say that you were civil with another human being!”

Damian glares.

“You have ten seconds to run, Todd.”

Jason wastes no time running away as quickly as humanly possible.

Damian goes to follow him but stops when Marinette grabs his arm.

“Help me over to the officers? I’m still a little shaky.”

His sharp glare softens as he leads her over to give her statement.

10 minutes later, they are both sitting on a bench waiting for the police to finish getting statements from the rest of the hostages and for the armored truck that will transport Scarecrow to arrive.

“One time when I was 11, Todd and Drake decided it would be a good idea to kidnap my turkey Jerry and hide him away after buying a raw turkey and cooking it for dinner. They said they found it wandering around outside and decided it would be a good idea to cook it.”

Damian shakes his head in fond exasperation.

“That is the closest I had ever come to crying in front of my brothers. I ended up running and telling Grayson what they did and he got so mad. They ended up fessing up that it was just a prank and they didn’t mean to actually make me upset. They ended up going out and buying a bunch of junk food and pizza before we had one big movie night together.”

“We all ended up falling asleep in the living room all piled on top of each other. Father was so surprised when he came home and he didn’t even send us to bed. He got changed and joined us in the living room. We all ended up sleeping in a giant pile on the floor that night while Alfred took the couch.”

Marinette smiles up at Damian, he had been telling her about himself ever since she had asked him to and she honestly enjoyed it.

“They sound wonderful Damian. Hey, when do you think they are going to-.”

“Mari!”

Marinette is cut off by one of her favorite blondes as he latches onto her body.

“When you rushed forward I tried to follow you and ended up getting hit with the gas and had a panic attack, and then when they gave me the serum I couldn’t find you and had another panic attack, and they couldn’t calm me down for a while and then they had to take my statement but I still couldn’t find you and I’ve been freaking out the whole time. What the hell were you thinking? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!”

By the time Adrien finally stops rambling his head is in Marinette’s lap and his arms are wrapped around her waist.

“I’m sorry for worrying you, but you shouldn’t have even followed me, that was dangerous and stupid and your dad would destroy me if anything happened to you.”

Adrien snorts.

“If you don’t want me to follow you then don’t take off running.”

Marinette groans, not acknowledging the fact that she is still leaning against Damian.

“Adrien, you are far too ride or die for your own good.”

Adrien sighs, leaning back to look at his best friend.

“Yeah well, Chloe is probably gonna kill us both if we don’t get back to the hotel soon. She heard what happened and has been blowing up my phone since I came to. Ms. Bustier won’t let her leave though.”

“We are so dead. She’s going to actually kill me this time. Damian? Would you like an invite to my funeral? You’ll need a tux.”

Before Damian can even try to respond Adrien cuts him off.

“Oh! There's another person here… Who saw me acting dramatic…. Oh no.”

Adrien's pale face contrasts brightly with Marinette’s, which is bright red from restraining her laughter.

“Okay, okay this is fine. It’s fine. We have two options here, A: We kill you so you can’t spill our secrets or B: You become our friend and are kept under surveillance.”

Damian raises an eyebrow at him not even bothering to acknowledge how dramatic he is still being.

“No.”

Marinette finally breaks, cackling like a witch she rips a piece of paper from her ever present sketchbook and writes her number down.

“Here, this is my number in case you want to stay in contact. Come on Adrien, Chloe is going to kill us.”

She grabs Adriens arm and starts to run, ignoring his protests of ‘He knows too much to be left alive!’ in favor of trying to make it back to the hotel with her other favorite blonde.

She didn’t see the soft smile Damian sent her way as he puts her number in his phone…

But Jason did, and soon will ever other wayne if the video he sent to the family group chat had anything to say about it.

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I Hate You

Part 1: You’re not just my Friend

#2: I hate you from @zambie-trashart Prompt List

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DC Supersons x Miraculous

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Dick wasn’t sure what was going on, but it probably wasn’t good. After Tim and Damian came back from the Kent’s Damian has been in a worse mood than usual and Tim had a grin that reminded him of the Cheshire cat. That could not be good. Surprise is putting it mildly when Tim finally spoke about it the next morning.

“Did you know Jon has a cousin from Paris?” Tim asked and his grin was plastered on his face and it was starting to become unsettling. Hearing this Damian started to scowl harder into his plate, how is that possible.

“No. Why? ” Dick was almost to scared to ask, and he really should not have asked.

“Well apparently they always try to fool and prank Connor and well the two ‘twins’ got me and the Demon Spawn over there”

“What do you mean with ‘twins’ and ‘got you two’” it was Jason who spoke up this time.

“The two of them swapped places and I thought Jon’s cousin was him and he her” Damian practically growled.

Jason burst out laughing “Your serious two kids fooled the Demon Spawn and the genius!" Jason all but fell out of his seat from laughing. "Oh that is absolute gold”

Dick couldn’t help but smile and agree with the second eldest.

———

That was when Bruce entered the dining room.

"Do I want to know" he asked with a tired sigh sitting down. Damian was seated glaring at Jason, who was laughed hysterically, Tim wore a cheshire grin but his face had an embarrassed blush, while Dick seemed the most composed you can tell he is close to laughing as well.

"So you know how Tim and Damian went over to the Kent's yesterday" Dick began.

"Yes what of it" Bruce replied.

"Apparently Jon has a cousin who looks and acts like him"

"I still don’t get why this is relevant Dick"

"So these two thought Jon was his cousin and that she was him" This time Jason did fall out of his seat.

"Why don't we invite them over" Bruce grinned this is something I want to see.

———

Dick and Jason could not take it. Both of them were literal rays of sunshine. They tended to answer questions for themselves and one another. Making it hard to figure out who was who.

One of them was in a light grey jacket with a blush shirt, light washed jeans and white sneakers. The other was in a red shirt with a black and white open flannel shirt over it, blue jeans and red sneakers. Both of them were wearing a baseball cap to hide the length of their hair.

Because both sides were a part at this game kept everyone on their toes.

They tried to swap their phones but didn't work. She and Jon set them identically however they pointed toaster that there was a minute difference in the screen saver.

After two hours Damian seemed to be done. So everyone placed their or votes on who was Jon.

The four siblings all pointed at her thinking she was her cousin.

"Nope" she smiled. The three older boys began to laugh while Damian was beginning to fume.

"If you guys thought we were tricking you with our clothes you were wrong" Jon explained.

"You two figured it out huh" Mari looked to Bruce and Alfred.

"It was slight but Miss Marinette is more graceful, dance perhaps?" Alfred responded but also asked.

"Ballet" she smiled.

"Also it is hardly noticeable but Jon's eyes are a bit more electric where Marinette's are more bluebell." Bruce stated.

"Looks, like four people can now tell as apart Mars" Jon smiled.

Damian huffed and stalked back into the manor.

She was going to go after him when she was held back.

"He's just mad you two got him again" Jason spoke between laughs.

"Give him time" Dick reassured, she nodded her head.

———

About half an hour later Alfred said Lunch would be soon, and since Damian was still gone, she went to look for him.

She found him in a gym going through forms with a sword.

"Lunch will be soon" he stopped and watched her.

"Why act like Kent?"

"Huh."

"Why act and attempt to be someone else?"

"I'm not trying to be anyone. Jon is my cousin and we are alike. If we like to play pranks together it doesn't mean we are trying to be another person."

"Tt. How am I supposed to believe you. If you are Kent's cousin, I hardly know you. If you are Kent, then you are deceiving me. So why should I trust what you say?"

"Do or don't but I'm not lying."

"Tt. We'll see." faster than Mari could process Damian charged at her sword still in hand. Her legs wouldn't move but she still had enough sense to guard her head with her arms. Unfortunately the tip of the sword still got her. A cold sting ran about a centimeter above her left eyebrow, cut through it to almost four centimeters past her eye. Then she felt a burning sensation the longer the wound is exposed to air.

"Tt. so you are Kent's cousin"

"If by that you mean not Kryptonian yeah" she turned on her heel and walked out looking for a bathroom. Her breathing coming in shaky gasps. She had taken off her jacket and was using it to stop the blood while applying pressure.

———

She isn’t kryptonian, but she didn’t run. Why didn’t she try to leave not just attempt to block.

Damian went to the dining room for lunch. Kent’s cousin wasn’t there but everyone else was. He simply sat down and began to eat.

“Hey Damian do you know where Mars is?”

“Tt. Why would I know where she is?”

———

That was when Marinette walked into the dining room. Her jacket was folded and she was holding it and her hair was now parted to the right and not the left as it was earlier.

“What happened?” Jon’s voice was steely the opposite of his usual cheeriness.

“Please drop it” Marinette spoke steadily, but her eyes were pleading with her cousin.

“You never told us that your cousin was human” Damian spoke almost bored still eating.

“Because it wasn’t relevant” Mari bit out. Now all attention was on her and in a house full of detectives she was not going to get out of this.

Jon flew over to her and was examining her. That was when he noticed the cut on her brow. “Mari”

“It’s not as bad as you think” but he didn’t listen he grabbed the jacket she had set down and unfolded it. That was when the entire family saw the blood stains on the light grey fabric.

“Miss Marinette, may I” Alfred now came up to her and began to check her as well. “It needs to be closed. Unfortunately it will scar.”

“Now we will be able to tell them apart” Damian deemed it appropriate to speak.

“I hate you.” Mari glared at the green eyed boy “I hope your proud of yourself.”

“Tt. I don’t see the problem.”

“Of course you don’t”

“Damian care to explain.” Bruce demanded.

“It seems self explanatory”

“He attacked me”

“You attacked Pixie” Jason seemed to take offense on her behalf.

“Why aren’t you more upset or in pain that looks bad” Dick went into mother hen mode.

“Because there is no use dwelling on it. And thinking about it makes it hurt more”

“Still Mars it’s bad, you really shouldn’t need to hide this” Jon was starting to become overprotective.

“I’m a klutz I’ve had worse. Besides I’m just tired at this point.”

“But” Jon was going to argue further but she didn’t want to hear it.

“Hey look at it this was Conner will finally be able to tell us apart.” Jon pursed his lips and so did everyone else in the room. Mari gave a smile as to lighten the mood but was unsure if she succeeded. Well there is no point in dwelling on it now.

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I love your sibling Jasonette so much!! If you don't mind, could you do Marinette's first meeting with the rest of the Batfam? Also, this is probably a stupid question but are the rest of the sibling Jasonette stories connected?

Not a stupid question at all! I wrote them so that if you read all of them, there are parallels so that they could be connected, but if people didn’t want to read all of them, they could also stand on their own :)

I also NEVER mind writing more sibling Jasonette ;) Hope you enjoy! @moonlitjiminie 

Family Game Night

“What if they don’t like me?”

Jason stopped in his tracks, shaking his head in disappointment.

“Is that even a real question that you’re asking me? I’m honestly offended right now that you would even think they had an option to not like you.”

He dramatically placed his hand over his heart as if her words had fatally wounded him earning a small giggle from the girl. Slinging his arm over her shoulder, she managed to breathe a small sigh of relief as they made their way up the long staircase.

Jason didn’t even bother knocking as he threw open the manor doors, effectively dragging her in with him.

“Master Jason, what a pleasure to see you attend family game night and with a guest in tow, how lovely.”

An older man stood in the foyer, his sly smile warming Marinette to the core instantly. Jason narrowed his eyes playfully at the man, a sly smile of his own tugging at his lips.

“Marinette, let me introduce you to the only sane person in this household. Mr. Alfred Pennyworth. He likes to pretend he’s just a humble butler, but we all know that he secretly runs the whole thing around here.”

Alfred bowed deeply to Marinette to which she could only curtsey in return.

“It’s a pleasure, sir. I am sorry for invading your family time. I was under the impression that my presence was a known factor tonight.” Her narrowed eyes shot to Jason who simply shrugged, his smirk as arrogant as ever.

“Nonsense, a friend of Master Jason is a friend to all. You are by far the most pleasant friend he has brought to this event.”

Marinette almost wanted to ask about the context of his remark, but something in her gut told her she really didn’t want to know.

“Please, follow me to the sitting room. The rest of the family has already arrived.”

They walked in a comfortable silence down the hall, Marinette nerves slightly frayed now knowing that nobody expected her appearance. Alfred pushed open two oak doors, revealing a brightly lit room filled with many laughing faces. When Jason said he had a lot of siblings, Marinette thought two or three. Nothing could have prepared her for this.

“Oh my god, Jason brought home a girl!”

Instantly all sounds in the room paused as many heads turned their attention to where Marinette stood in the doorway. Hesitantly, she raised her hand in greeting, a sheepish smile gracing her face.

“Everyone, this is Marinette, the legendary designer MDC, and my sister. She’s flown all the way from Paris to meet you losers for some reason so be nice.”

Marinette mumbled a quiet hello as a few smiles broke through the room welcoming her. Instantly, a blonde girl jumped up to drag her back to where she was previously sitting, ignoring Jason’s protests.

“You just have to play on my team tonight! Are you any good at Pictionary? I mean I’m not great, but I can say with utmost confidence that I can beat most of the people in this room.”

“That’s not true!” Marinette’s attention was split as one of the men started an argument with her as to who was the better pictionary-ist. She didn’t even notice when Jason had sat beside her, an amused smile tugging at his lips.

“The rude blonde is Stephanie Brown. She’s Timmy boys girlfriend, who would be the dead zombie looking kid over there.”

Marinette’s gaze followed to where Jason pointed, a small giggle escaping at his accurate description. The poor boy looked like he hasn’t gotten a good night's sleep a single day in his life. 

“The rude boy arguing with Stephanie would be Dick. He practically rivals your optimism except his happy go lucky actually disgusts me.”

The man paused from his argument, a horrified expression on his face.

“I like to think my optimism is a blessing.”

That earned a collective groan from the room to which he simply crossed his arms into a pout.

“Anyways, continuing, the redhead is Barbara Gordon-Grayson who unfortunately has trapped herself in the position of Dick’s wife. A tragedy really for such a beautiful woman, I mean she could’ve had me and instead she chose him? The world just isn’t right.”

Another protest came from Dick’s direction as he turned his pout into Barbara’s outstretched arms as her attempt to not laugh failed miserably.

“The one staring you down while trying to pretend he’s not interested at the same time would be your future husband Damian.”

Marinette felt her entire face flush red as she reached back slapping Jason in the stomach as hard as he could.

“Todd, I do not appreciate harassing this young woman. You are beneath her in status and beauty therefore you should not be allowed to get off with this insult to her self so easily.”

Damian stood from his spot, careful not to make eye contact with Marinette as he sped past her toward the room’s only exit. She wanted to call out and ask him to stay, but the pink on his cheeks caused her to pause. He probably was just as embarrassed as her and just needed some time to breathe.

“Jason, that was mean! Look at how flustered you made him!”

Jason simply laughed as he reached over to ruffle her hair.

“Trust me, he never gets ‘flustered’ that was all you.”

For the second time that night, Marinette felt her face flush.

“He’s right you know!” Her eyes turned back to the blonde from earlier who stared her down with a playful expression in her eyes. “Demon spawn definitely has a crush on you.”

The rest of the family took turns picking at her, taking jabs until she was sure there wasn’t one part of her that wasn’t bloodshot red.

“Alright, alright, give the girl some space. We want her to return eventually!”

Marinette smiled gratefully toward the dark-haired man.

“After all, I need to get to know my future daughter-in-law.”

She instantly regretted her friendly gesture as the room exploded once more, smiles and laughter filling the room. Why exactly had she let Jason talk her into this?

“Okay, okay, really though guys. It’s game night! Time to pick team captains.”

Stephanie’s devilish smile sent shivers through Marinette’s spine. It was purely chaotic, reminding her of another blonde that she had left behind.

“I vote Marinette and Jason, the ultimate sibling showdown!” Dick puffed out his chest as his voice mimicked what sounded suspiciously like a wrestling ref that her father loved to watch.

“I’m down, how about you princess?”

Marinette bit her lip as her eyes glanced around the room at their waiting faces. Her eyes caught sight of one brooding face that she couldn’t seem to pass by. He also seemed to be waiting, his eyes nervously glancing from her position to the door as if he might bolt at any moment.

“It’s game on Todd.”

They shook their hands defiantly, both wearing dangerous smirks. Maybe she could salvage her pride tonight; not just hers’ but Damian’s as well. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

“Ladies first.”

Marinette and Jason stood on opposite sides of the room, both watching each other with an intense look that came from their competitive natures. She scanned the eager faces of his family thoughtfully. She had no idea what any of them were good at, but she wanted to maintain appearance for the psych of it.

“Damian.”

Everybody broke out into smirks as they shared knowing looks. She didn’t bother to pay them any mind as the pink-cheeked boy rose to stand with her.

“Wrong move princess, demon spawn hates game night more than he likes to win. My first choice? Stephanie.”

The girl pumped her fist in the air as she joined Jason on his side. Marinette leaned toward where Damian stood, hiding half her face behind her hand.

“Time to strategize, who is my best bet?”

Damian stared at her with a bewildered expression.

“C’mon beau garçon, I need your help if we’re gonna kick Jason’s ass.”

He nodded slowly as if that were a perfectly reasonable excuse to kick into gear.

“Grayson is the leading contender if you wish to win tonight.”

Marinette nodded as she motioned for Dick to join them as well. Jason raised an eyebrow at her as he called over Tim, challenging her to pick from the remaining two.

“Okay Damian, Barbara or Bruce.”

He didn't bother responding as he pointed at his father, leaving the redhead to Jason’s team.

It was five hours of intense games, Alfred keeping score as an unaffiliated third party,( after all, they had all agreed that he was the fairest way to keep the games moving.) They all sat in anticipation while he tallied the scores. She couldn’t seem to calm her nerves as she stared at Jason’s cocky smirk.

Marinette felt a warmth brush by her kneecap. Instantly her head snapped to where a hand rested before her gaze reached back up to his face, a light red dusting across her cheeks. Immediately his hand retracted.

“I’m sorry if that was inappropriate, your knee was just bouncing anxiously from the corner of my eye and it was a slight bother.”

Marinette muttered out a small sorry before they both broke their gaze, the blush evident on both of their cheeks.

“And with a final score of 5-4, the winning team is… Miss Marinette!”

Her whole team jumped from the couch in excitement. Without thinking, she threw her arms around Damian’s neck. Realization crossed her face as she quickly retracted her hug, her entire face as red as could be. God, she hadn’t been this much of a blushing mess since she was thirteen.

They all chatted idly for a few minutes before Jason finally intercepted, insisting he had to get her back to her apartment before it got too late. The whole family waved her goodbye, minus one red-faced teen who instead handed her a small piece of paper as discreetly as he could, ignoring the taunts from his family behind his back.

As they drove back to her apartment, Marinette couldn’t hold her excitement anymore.

“I don’t know why you were warning me so much, I think I’m in love with your family Jason.”

His familiar smirk sat on his face as he turned into the apartment’s lot.

“I told you they were going to love you, and what do you know? I didn’t even have to give Damian your number, you two worked it out on your own. I truly believe they are planning out your wedding right now.”

Marinette shook her head as she reached over the console to hug Jason tightly before stepping out of the car. She wanted to deny accusations of what happened tonight, but she knew it would just fuel his picking.

Besides, even she couldn’t deny that she was excited for the next family game night and if she saw a certain Wayne there, well, that really wouldn’t be so bad.

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Chapter Fifteen: 1am Joyride

Summary: Y/l/n Y/n, a third year at Sakura High School, is just a girl with a bad attitude towards anyone outside her small circle. When y/n’s younger sister starts first year, she gains a lot of attention. Unfortunately for everyone in school, the Y/l/n household has one rule, No dating till y/n does. Some people become just desperate enough to pay the leader of the “Monsters”, the trouble making group on campus, to date y/n. What will happen when she finds out? (All characters aged up to third year unless otherwise stated)

TW: Swearing, mentions of violence, implied past abuse, parents not loving their children, abandonment, foster care, jail, death 

AN: THIS CHAP IS A BACK STORY SO IF YOU ARE UNCOMFY I WILL POST A SMALL LINE FROM THEN END OF THISON THE NEXT ONE AS WELL!!! Sorry as well for not updating lots. Yeah girl has been dissociating so much and losing days. I blinked and now its friday at almost 3am. My  even closes as well on the 21st so if you want to participate please check out this Prompt list!!

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Y/N POV 

I heard the rev of Tendou’s motorbike outside my window. I grabbed my jacket and Climbed out my open window.  I took the lightest steps I could around and passed Mei’s window. I grabbed the tree and started to climb down. I walked up to Tendou. 

“You look hot when you are angry babe.” 

“Gross, let’s just get out of here.” I grabbed the helmet from his hands as I climbed on the back. 

We rode down the rural neighbourhoods of the city. I never felt more relaxed than I did in that moment, my arms wrapped around him, the wind blowing on my body  as we rode off. I wanted this moment to last. We soon stopped as Tendou reached for his helmet. 

“This is my thinking spot. It’s usually quiet this time of night.” I took my helmet off and stepped off the bike. 

“I didn’t expect you to be of all people to need a thinking spot. Though you just Monster listed them.” 

“Unfortunately there's things the Monsters can’t always help with.” The atmosphere around him seemed to change to somewhat of a depressing vibe. 

“I really liked being on the bike. I didn’t even notice we ended up going up a hill to this lookout point.” 

“I knew you’d be distracted once you got to touch me.” He said with a wink as he pulled me into his arms. Our lips almost touched as he whispered. “Everytime I see you, you get more beautiful.” 

“Gross.” I whispered back as we both went in for a kiss..

Tendou’s phone startled us as he pulled away.

“What is it?” He asked as he answered the phone. A few minutes of silence passed. 

“No, I am at the lookout point. Can’t he just lie like he always does?” A deep sigh came from him as he heard the response. 

“Just give him my special stash and tell him to give it to her only if she won't come back. Shes a fucking bitch anyways. No one is at a loss by this. What’s a few couple hundred to get a forever problem solved?” Tendou laughed at whoever was on the other side of the phone and hung up.

“Sorry Y/n. Monster shit never stops when Teru”s one time hook ups won’t stop coming back.” 

“I don’t understand why you covered his ass. He’s going to act like a pig. He should deal with it on his own.” I slapped a hand over my mouth “I didn’t mean to say that out loud.” 

“I know you aren’t the only one who sees it that way but Teru and Mad have been here for me always. We used to be little brats back in our elementary days too. Teru was actually a Quiet little devil at first. I do admit we definitely have opposite opinions on girls' purpose. He did watch his mom go through boys every other day some new guy railing her in the kitchen when he got home from school. His mom told him if the sex isn’t an 10 then they are not worth it” 

“How would he even know what a 10 is?’’ 

“I think he just does it to feel some kind of connection to a girl. In hope’s to find ‘The one’, he just wants to be loved and accepted by someone. He knows he's got us but he’s never felt loved by his mom, doesn’t even know who his dad is.” 

“I had no idea, I feel terrible now” I said back to him. He pulled me closer to him again as he rested on the rail. 

“He’s honestly such a good guy. All four of them are. Mad gets in a lot of fights because that's all he knew his entire childhood from his 3 older brothers used to fight him. His dad was about the same in that sense too. The reason he always punches instead of thinks before he acts is that is what he's been taught. He moved out of his house at 16 after we got some income and met the other two. Started to raise some hell in our school you know?” 

“It makes sense why he always tries to fight everyone then.”I said back.

“Hanamaki though is a rich kid whose parents would rather pretend he doesn’t exist. He lived with his grandma on the other side of Tokyo till she passed away in the last year of middle school. Now they buy him whatever he wants while they live who knows where in the world. Him and Matsukawa have been friends since elementary though, Matsun even followed him to Highschool cause he got expelled the last day of school for setting a classroom on fire smoking too close to some curtains. Matsukawa though also didn’t have a good upbringing. His mom left him at 2 years old outside a random house with a note saying she never wanted him. It took 4 years for him to find his father, by then the kid already had some damage because of the system. His dad worked too much to see it for himself though. That just made his choice to move in with Maki much easier for him. That's how we all kinda met though, our broken homes.” Tendou finished, as he turned away and looked out at the view. 

“What’s your story Satori?” I asked him. 

“My father’s in jail, my mother is dead.” 

“Holy shit, I am so sorry Satori.” 

“I spent most of my childhood jumping from foster home to foster home. I was a demon spawn though. Always making sure they would move me around. Getting my nickname Guess Monster cause no one knew what I would do next. I live with my grandma now.” He said.

“I am sorry I always called you the second biggest asshole on earth. I had no idea.” He just laughed knowing I meant Oikawa as number one. 

 “And how about you y/n? What’s your story?”

“Um, my mom left us for a guy in Paris when I was young. I was basically raising Mei as my child, with my father being a doctor he's usually never home. Well till I started dipping on her for Oikawa. Now she hates my guts and my father spoils her so much cause he feels bad about missing out so much.” 

“Wait Oikawa? I thought you always hated him” He said. I began to explain to him the same story I had told Mei earlier the night. “I always knew he was a piece of shit.” 

“If only Mei did. That’s why we fought too.” Tendou pulled me in closer again. He smiled at me as he gave his signature smile. 

“It’s nice to have someone to trust outside of my circle again.” He pulled me into a passionate kiss….

The night continued for a bit longer as he brought me back home once again. I got off his bike and looked down at him as he took his helmet off and stood up. 

“Satori.” 

“Yes Y/n?”

“You were right, I did fall for you.” With that I placed a passionate kiss on his lips again. I pulled away and turned around to begin to climb back into my house...

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[nettles-bo-bettles]

Marinette Dupain-Cheng and her Secretive Life

Third Person POV:

Marinette Dupain-Cheng is a girl who has had a very secretive life. It all started when she was four years old. When she was four, an assassination team came to her home and tried to kill her. They failed but she had to leave her home to stay safe. After leaving her home she was sent to Paris with two guards who were married and wanted a child. After getting to Paris she had to keep a secret to keep herself safe from assassins, that was the only secret she ever had until she went to school. Once she got to the age where she could go to school her guardians told her she and her best friend Chloe must act like they hate each other. The girls agreed on Chloe pretending to be a mean girl and her bullying Marinette. Years later once Marinette was 14, she got yet another secret to uphold. That secret was being Ladybug, although she made sure to tell Chloe for Chloe was her only friend who knew about all of Marinette's secrets. A day later Chloe's childhood friend Adrien Agreste came to school, Marinette already had a crush on a boy named Damian but he lived in Gotham City and he wasn't capable of protecting her. Once Adrien came to school, Marinette's Guardians, Tom and Sabine, told her she must pretend to have a crush on the boy. In order to make Marinette and Chloe's false hatred for each other more believable, Chloe pretended to have a crush on the boy as well. These are only a few of Marinette's secrets, but these few and all of the others get revealed because of one small trip back to Marinette's home.

Marinette's POV:

I woke up at 5:00 am again and like always I couldn't go back to sleep. I got up and took a shower. After my shower I put on a white crop top, some leggings and my black doc martens.

My outfit:

I put my hair in a high ponytail and went downstairs to get some breakfast. By the time I was done with my breakfast and all the way ready for school it was 6:00 am. I decided that because I still had two and a half hours before I had to start heading to school and be late I should go for a walk and hang out with Chloe until I had to go. Now I know what you're thinking, me Marinette Dupain-Cheng hanging out with Chloe Bourgeois??? Well despite what everyone thinks and what we've made them think. Me and Chloe have known each other since birth and have been best friends for as long as we can remember. Anyways so once I walked from the bakery to Chloe's hotel I took out my phone and texted her.

Maribug:

-Hey do you want to hang out before school? I have nothing to do for the next two hours.

Queenie:

Sure, I have nothing to do either. Plus I miss hanging out with you. Meet me outside my hotel in- five minutes.

Maribug:

-Lol, way ahead of you already. I got to your hotel before I even started texting you.

Queenie:

Damn, how are you always ahead of me?-

Maribug:

-I'm always ahead of you because I've known you my whole life and you're really predictable.

Queenie:

Oh, oh okay.-

Imma meet you outside now then.-

Maribug has signed off.

Two minutes later Chloe walked out of the hotel and we started heading towards the park.

"I miss hanging out with you, like Sabrina is just boring and she does everything I say even if I mostly don't want her to."

"Damn Queenie, I mean I bet Sabrina would be a lot more fun if you just asked her not to do anything you said and told her the truth. I mean I'm fine with her knowing about the fact that we've known each other our whole lives."

"Oh you know what, that's a really good idea Imma do that later. Thanks for the idea Maribug."

"I always have the best ideas and you know it."

"Alright that's true."

We got to the park and sat down on a bench near the fountain. We started talking about everything going on in our personal lives. Eventually it was 8:00 and Chloe had to go so she started walking to school while I started taking the long way so that I would get there at 8:30 while she would get there at 8:15 and school started at 8:20 so nobody would be suspicious.

Adrien's POV: I woke up at 6:00 and decided to go walk around and go to the park. I was wearing a black hoodie, white ripped jeans, and all black Nike Blazers. I walked to the park and was shocked with what I saw. I saw Chloe and Marinette sitting on a bench, talking, and LAUGHING!!!!!!!! I thought Chloe and Marinette hated each other. I then decided to just ask them about it at school during lunch. Eventually it was 8:00 so I started going to school and I saw Chloe there already but Marinette was nowhere to be seen. I walked to class and for some reason Marinette was late.

"Sorry I'm late Ms.Bustier I overslept again." Marinette said, looking at Ms.Bustier with an apologetic face.

But she didn't oversleep, I SAW HER AT THE PARK AT SIX IN THE MORNING!!!!!!!!!! THAT IS NOT OVERSLEEPING!!!!!!!!!!!!! Eventually it was lunch time and I asked Chloe to wait in the classroom and did the same with Marinette.

"So why did you want to talk to me?" They asked at the same time.

Then they looked at the other and had thoughtful looks on their faces.

"Well, I thought you two hated each other." I said looking at the both of them.

"What do you mean you 'thought'??? We do hate each other. Chloe's a snobby spoiled brat." Marinette said.

"Yeah I hate Marinette, she's such a goody two shoes." Chloe said.

"I hate you Chloe, I hate you so much." Marinette said, now turning to Chloe.

Chloe just burst out laughing.

"Wha- Chloe, why are you laughing???" Marinette asked.

"Just- I- he figured it out, I don't see the point in keeping this from him."

"Keeping what exactly from me?" I asked.

"Well Adrien, you oblivious cinnamon roll, me and Chloe have been friends, well best friends since we were toddlers. Like I cannot remember a time that I wasn't friends with Chloe." "Exactly, what Maribug said. We've been friends for longer than we can remember and, I've actually known Maribug longer than I've known you Adrien." Chloe said to me.

"Wait- did you just call me Adrien instead of Adrikins??? Does this mean you don't actually like me??" I asked with hope.

"Well duh, you're like a brother to me jeez." Chloe said kind of disgusted.

"Oh yeah, I don't have a crush on you either, I just pretended I did even though you never caught on. That was to make me and Chloe hating each other more believable." Marinette said.

"Wait- both of you had fake crushes one me???" I said kind of shocked.

"Hell yeah." They said simultaneously.

"But Maribug guess what." Chloe said to Marinette.

"Yeah Queenie???" Marinette asked.

"YOU HAVE TO GO OUT WITH DEMON SPAWN NOWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Chloe shouted.

"FUCK NO!!!!!!!!! HE DOESN'T LIKE ME BACK!!!!!! I AM NOT GOING OUT WITH DAMIAN WHEN HE DOESN'T LIKE ME BACK!!!!!!" Marinette shouted.

"Bish- you're the only fucking person on earth who he doesn't find incredibley annoying, like his nickname for you IS FUCKING 'ANGEL'!!!!!!!!!!! HOW THE HELL DO YOU NOT THINK HE LIKES YOU?!?!?!" Chloe yelled.

"I have no idea." Marinette said honestly.

"Uhhhh I feel like I don't really belong in this conversation........so I'm just gonna leave now." I said a little bit uncomfortable.

"Oh- heh, forgot you were here. Sorry Adrien." They said simultaneously.

"Yeah, okay I'm leaving then. Bye." I said walking out the door.

Marinette's POV:

Damn, I did not realize that Adrien had seen me and Chloe hanging out. Well guess that's another person to know about me and Chloe not hating each other but actually being best friends. After lunch we all came back to the classroom for an important announcement.

"Alright class I have an announcement to make." Ms.Bustier said.

Hmmmm wonder what the announcement could be.......OH I BET IT'S THAT SHE GOT PREGGO AND GONNA HAVE A BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Okay class so the announcement is that we will be going to China for the princess's coronation and then afterwards we will be going to Gotham city to meet her honorary family and her soon to be fiance."

Nope, I was very very wrong.

"Damn, I thought you was gonna say you got preggo earlier this week and that in 9 months you were gonna have a baby. Now I'm a little disappointed." I said.

The whole class just looked at me like I was crazy, I mean I could be considering the fact that I said I was disappointed that it was the coronation instead of Ms.Bustier being preggo but like me and Chloe have been friends since birth because she was born on her parents' honey-moon and they had it in china so she was born at the royal hospital and I was born there too because I'm the princess of China and my mom and dad are the Empress and Emperor. What did you expect after knowing that I moved here because of an assasination attempt, like really why would anyone be surprised??? That's how all the "Marinette Princess of China'' stories start, I mean honestly, if you're surprised then I am sorely disappointed in you.

"Girl- we get to go to a coronation and you're disappointed???" Alya said while looking at me like I'm insane.

Adrien just looked at me like I had more secrets to hide, which I do.

"You know what I'll just explain to you all after school, and don't be surprised if Chloe's there too." I said.

"Uh- okay then." Alya said.

"Alright dudette." Nino said, not really paying attention.

"Why am I not surprised that Chloe's gonna be there too." Adrien said rhetorically.

After school Alya, Nino and Adrien came to my house so that I could explain.

"Wait- girl, why is Chloe here?" Alya asked.

"Cause she felt like it." I said.

"And you just let her in your house?" Alya asked.

"Yeah, it'll make sense once I explain." I said to her.

"Mariiiiiiii I wanna see Tim." Chloe whined.

"Chlo- you're gonna see him in China, AND WE'RE LEAVING TO GO THERE TOMORROW!!!! JUST WAIT JEEZ!!!!!!!!!!"

"BUT THAT'S TOO LONG!!!!!!!!! I DON'T WANNA WAIT UNTIL TOMORROW TO SEE mAH BOYFRIEND!!!!!!!!!!! BESIDES DON'T YOU WANNA SEE DAMIAN AS SOON AS POSSIBLE TOO?!?!" Chloe yelled.

"Yeah, I wanna see Damian as soon as possible BUT AT LEAST I CAN WAIT 24 HOURS!!!!!!!!!!!" I said.

Eventually we stopped yelling at each other and I explained everything.

"Okay so the whole thing is that I'm the princess of china, I left china when I was four because of assasination attempts, Tom and Sabine are royal guards, me and Chloe have been best friends for as long as we can remember and I've known her longer than even Adrien has. Damian and Tim are the guys we like, but I'm being forced to marry Damian even if neither of us mind it that much, Tim is a year older than us and Chloe's boyfriend, Tim and Damian are brothers and are both from Gotham City. Me and Chloe act like we hate each other to make people less suspicious of me being the princess because the assassins know that Chloe is my best friend. Oh and neither of us have ever liked Adrien romantically, he's more like a brother to both of us." I said.

They just looked at me awestruck, well except Chloe of course, she just pouted because she can't see coffee monster. Oops did I say Coffee Monster? I meant Tim. Eventually Alya, Nino and Adrien snapped out of their awestruck state and started asking questions.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Alya asked, looking hurt.

"I wasn't allowed to until today, I asked Tom and Sabine if I could multiple times but they said no every time until yesterday after school, I asked them even though I didn't know about the trip yet but I think they did." I said to her.

"You know, dudette it's pretty cool that you're a princess. WAIT- DO WE GET TO SEE YOUR PALACE OR CASTLE THING?!?!"

"Yes Nino, you'll get to see the palace." I said to him.

"YESSSSSSSS! THIS IS SO AWESOME DUDETTE!!!!!!!!!!" Nino shouted.

We all just started talking and Alya and Nino became friends with Chloe, the real Chloe. After a while everyone went home to pack for China, I had already packed the small amount of stuff I would need because I already have a lot of clothes and things in China. Once it was 11:00 I changed into my pajamas and went to bed.

My Pajamas:

I went to bed happy and excited for tomorrow.

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Word Count: 2397

[artxyra]

What if Marinette goes to GA and becomes friends with damian and are known as the chaos kids. The school gets used to them. The waynes need Damian one day and when they ask for him the reply is "At (area) doing (weird thing. Example: making pokemon statues out of waffles) with Mari" they get to said area they're gone and the fam has to keep asking people where he is and keep getting crazy replies. When they find him he's arguing with her about whether winnie the pooh's fav color is red or yellow

@coolrascalhoagienerd, well I had a good laugh when I saw this and where is the making of what I thought would have worked. I hope you enjoy. 

When Damian entered the halls of Gotham Academy, the first thing he notice was the change in the usual dark atmosphere. It felt oddly kinder and more lighthearted. Everywhere he turns there are whispers featuring around the new girl that recently join the school.

It’s funny how the two met that very same day. She was running down the halls in a hurry as he was walking to his next class, one that he was particular care for. They bump into each other causing a standstill in the halls. Everyone wondered how the dark prince would react to the princess of sunshine. They expected a yelling match, instead they got the best and worst of alliance ever made. 

Months passed since the blooming of Damian and Marinette’s friendship and not a single student could say that there weren’t surprised. The moment Marinette had Damian under her spell, she was able to make the stoic teen become his age. It started off small with a joke here and there, then it exploded into card games followed by video games. To this day, Damian swears that he’ll beat her at a shooting game at one point to which Marinette would respond with a laugh and an over the shoulder wink. The younger Wayne would swear that he has never blush a day in his life but the photographic proof on Marinette’s phone says otherwise.

The school soon became accustomed to being Daminette’s playground. At first the teachers were opposed to the idea but after seeing how slightly more open Damian has become with the of Sunshine, they slowly agreed to the idea of allowing the dark prince and his sunshine have less strict rules.

Which brings us to this moment, Marinette swings on a swing set while Damian practice his form with a katana. Don’t ask how he manage to get it past security.

“You know, maybe we should do something wild?” Marinette says looking up to the sky with a mischief smirk on her lips.

Damian doesn’t turn to her; he only sets the blade down to his side. “What do you have in mind?”

Marinette giggles uncontrollably.

Let’s just say that whatever Marinette had in mind would rule the yearbooks for years to come.

~~

Damian hiding his characteristic change at home was simple enough. A few death threats here and there, maybe sneaking out moments every so often. No one at the Wayne cared to pay any attention to it. It only came as shock when Damian left for school along the lines of being late. Alfred offered to take me to which Damian declined and got onto his “normal” motorcycle and speeds off.

“Does it seem that Damian is acting strange to you?” Richard “Dick” Grayson asks, pipping his down from the ceiling. He’s on the chandelier again. Poor Alfred, maybe he’ll dust the chandelier for him.

Tim walks in to with large mug in hand, no doubt filled to the brim with coffee. “Which one?” He asks taking a sip, bags are underneath his eyes.

“I do concur with Master Richard; the young master has been acting somewhat strange for quite a moment now” Alfred appears out of nowhere.

It wasn’t long before Jason manage to drag the head of the household from his lair into the mess that was slowly brewing in the main room. Alfred reprimands Jason for the uses of force as he hands Bruce Wayne a cup of coffee.

“Look, I can’t explain much, but we’re going to need Demon Spawn for something huge.” Jason says looking like a madman pulling Bruce by the arm.

“Uh, why would we need Little Bird?” Dick asks dropping onto the floor and twisting his body. “Not that I don’t mind getting Damian involved.”

“Look there’s no time to explain,” Jason facepalms and begins to push everyone towards the door despite the lack of proper wear they have on.

After one clothes change, a large of amount protest, the Wayne household now stands in front of the gates of Gotham Academy.

“Is it me or does this place look less you know Gotham-y and full of life?” Tim asks narrowing his eyes as he takes a long sip of a new cup of coffee that has been transfer into a to-go cup with Red Robin’s emblem.

“No, no, Timmy, I see it too.” Dick whispers as Jason struts past the gates and onto the school’s property.

Bruce sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, “Come on, let’s go get your brother so Jason can stop being Jason.”

Tim shrugs before passing the gates himself with Dick following him.

Upon entering the school, they could immediately see that it was either passing period or free time for the students.

Bruce makes his way to the attendance, where Assistant Joyce resides sitting at the desk.

“Hello Joyce, I’m here pick up Damian. He has a, ah, dentist appointment this evening.” Bruce speaks hoping that she wouldn’t catch the lie he spoke of.

“Well Mr. Wayne, Damian is, uh…” Joyce turns to someone besides her. “Do you know where Damian Wayne would be at today?”

“Try the art room.” A feminine voice answers.

Joyce turns back to the Wayne family and smiles, “He should be at the art room, it’s down the hall to your right, you should not miss it. It’s in the only hallway that has a series of artwork posted in it. Before you go, please sign here so that we know to tell the teachers not to mark Damian absent today.”

Joyce hands Bruce a sign out sheet, to which the man signs and ushers his wards to go find his youngest.

“They’re so screwed.” The same feminine voice speaks causing Joyce to break out laughing.

Well, it took a total of four different locations for the men to find the youngest Wayne.

First, they went to the art room like Joyce’s co-worker told them to. They meet with a student that says that basically told them that Damian was playing Pokémon Go near the gym, apparently, he was trying to catch a legendary Pokémon that spawned there.

So, of course, after an awkward eye contact with one another, they walk to the gym. Once again Damian was there, but a different was. He told them that Damian was making ice sculptures out of ice cream at the cafeteria. The student then goes on to explain that Damian had some amazing skills with a knife.

Jason, with wide eyes, practically shouted at the student that he was crazy, and that Damian would never, and he means NEVER do something that stupid. The student just shrugs it off like it was an everyday occurrence. It was Dick that had to hold Jason back from thrashing the teen.

By the time they got to the cafeteria, it was damn near empty aside from a few students still eating. There were no signs of ice cream or the tools that would go into making a sculpture. Tim had to ask a few students to see if Damian was in here at some point in time. It’s the workers that answers the young CEO by telling him that Damian was here earlier making sculptures out of ice cream before handing it out to students. When asked with the question that has been slowly driving the four insane, the worker replies with “Upstairs racing on these old colorful scooter board down the halls.”

It was at that moment when Tim wanted nothing to but to have a mental break down, and he would have if it wasn’t for Bruce holding him up.

So, they quickly found themselves on the second level of the school. There was no sight of Damian Wayne, though there were wheel tracks smudged into the flooring.

“Are you kidding me?” Jason shouts out into the ceiling. Thankfully, there were no students in the halls to hear it. Well that might have been the case if it wasn’t for a teacher to open their door and shush the male.

“Angel, you are desperately in the wrong here. The bear only wears one color, so it has to the color red.” It was then that they finally hear the voice of the person they have been looking for. Looking over the staircase, they find a hidden cove/nook like area and siting in it is none other than Damian Wayne himself, but he’s not alone.

“I’m telling you, Dami, Pooh’s favorite color is yellow.” The female answers before taping her fingers as makes her point. “He loves honey, which is by default a yellow color.”

“I disagree, Winnie the Pooh has been drawn on numerous of occasions with red items not yellow.” He counters.

This was not happening. Tim’s along with Jason’s exe stopped working and now they were frozen in place. The most deadliest of Wayne’s is arguing about Winnie the motherfucking Pooh’s favorite color. Bruce has no words as Dick pulls out his phone to record the whole ordeal.

Legend has it that Damian never went home that day despite being excused from classes. When he had return home, his family never spoke to him, still in shock at what they just encountered. It wasn’t until a couple of months later that Damian had introduce the family to Marinette and all hell breaks loose. 

[hattywatch]

T. Jost - Dog Day Afternoon

A/N: No one asked for this. It’s just a small meet-cute. It’s been a while, be gentle!

“Nooo. No!” A gentle tug on the leash brings the labradoodle back to your side, “We do not poop on lawns in this neighborhood, mister!” You’d be absolutely mortified to be caught bagging up poop off of the pristinely manicured lawns in this community, so you bend down and give Cooper a satisfying scratch behind his ear and let him gently tug you towards the end of the block. 

He’s one of your favorites, so well behaved and affectionate when you visit him. His humans are out of town for the weekend, and you stop by a few times a day to exercise him and give him his meals. If someone had asked you when you were in high school if you saw yourself picking up after people’s dogs to pay your bills you’d be confused to say the least. But, the fact of the matter is you’ve opened your own business with five girls working for you, and you rarely have to deal with humans on the day-to-day, so it’s actually kind of a blessing in disguise.

This particular gated community has been your bread and butter as of late, full of well-to-do families who don’t take vacations, they holiday. It’s a marked difference. They’d pay anything to have their treasured pet pampered in their own home and not stuffed into some grimey kennel with 20 other dogs. The best part is they all talk, so you’ve been able to turn 1 client into 15 in only a month. Cooper was the one that started it all. 

You’re nearing the end of the block, coming up on the grassy park that caps the cul-de-sac when Cooper finds a street sign to relieve himself on. You have one headphone in, so you don’t quite hear the heavy footfalls before you see the men jogging up beside you. 

The blond one is broad and shirtless, he looks like Thor incarnate. His running partner is younger, with curly hair and biceps that strain the sleeves of his t-shirt, which is damp with sweat. Of course, it’s at this time Cooper finds a patch of grass to poop on and you wish you could throw yourself into the picturesque lake to your right as you start unrolling the bags you keep in your pocket. The men smile as they pass though, everyone in this town is polite to a fault. 

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Three days later you haven’t given them much of a second though. 

Today you have Daisy, whose dainty name would be more fitting on a dog half her size. The dopey husky can hardly control her own body, tail smacking against you as you try to get her harness on before you lead her through the streets which are starting to become familiar. 

Daisy lives 5 doors down from Cooper, and it really is so convenient, allowing you to maximize your profit with minimal travel time. She’s still being leash trained, so you grab a handful of treats and shove them into your pocket and hope that “heel” is something she can be coerced to learn. Today you wind your way past the park, up and down the curving streets, intent on this being a “walk,” not a “pull,” like Daisy seems to prefer. 

You pass your favorite house, stark white with a red door and a blooming rose bush on either corner of a wrap around porch. The porch swing is occupied by a pretty blonde woman holding a small baby. She looks up as Daisy barks and you smile and give an apologetic wave. The woman smiles back and you see the beautiful, blond man from the other day hop out of the truck in the driveway. 

He smiles and waves at you as well before walking up to the porch and kissing his wife and baby, sitting down next to her on the swing. 

It warms you up to your toes to see that this couple isn’t too jaded by the beautiful home they have and the affluent community they live in to enjoy the little things. 

Daisy barks again and you see that she’s making herself at home at the edge of their driveway, and you grimace before grabbing the bags from your back pocket. The couple doesn’t seem to mind and gives you another wave when you pass by, intent on getting Daisy back to her house so you could move onto the next client.

______

On Sunday, your only day off, one of your girls calls in sick, so you throw on some leggings and flip-flops and drive over to walk a fluffy pomeranian named Precious. 

She’s a demon. 

She’s yippy and aggressive from the moment you walk in the door. She can, however, be plied with treats, so you arm yourself with a handful and hope you can tire her out so she’ll be easily swayed back into her crate without too much chaos.

She lives across the street from that white house with the red door you love so much, so at least that’s one plus on Precious’ side. You get to admire the home from close up. Making your way down the walkway trying to control the spawn of dog-satan, you catch a glimpse of a shiny new jeep parked outside. 

The driver looks familiar, he’s handsome… And he’s staring right at you, which is awkward, as you’re pretty much still in pajamas and Precious has not stopped her shrill yapping since she’s been put on her leash. 

“Hey there,” he’s not talking so much to you as he is talking to the ball of fluff dragging you down the walk. 

“Oh, I wouldn’t pet her, she’s a bit cranky this morning,” you tell him while he’s mid-squat. He shoots back up and smiles and you finally recognize him. The curly haired friend who was running with the blond from earlier in the week. He’s more handsome up close and it’s making you a little antsy. 

He laughs and it suits his boyish face, “Fair enough, I’m pretty crabby when I have to wake up early on the weekend too.” You smile and try to pull Precious closer to you, lest she start nipping at his ankles. 

The red front door across the street opens, and that golden couple steps onto the porch. They wave at you and you wave back, smiling tightly, a little uncomfortable trying to pay attention to the beautiful man in front of you and the little fluffy ball of rage between you. 

When he notices you waving, he looks over his shoulder and waves ridiculously back to them as well, a big goofy grin splitting his face, “Is it okay that I park here? I can move if it’s not.” 

“No, no, go ahead. No problem at all,” you smile genuinely this time. He says thank you and holds his hand out, “Tyson, by the way. I’m Gabe’s friend,” he thumbs over his shoulder at who you assume to be Gabe.

Still nodding, you give him your name in return before blurting, “Yeah, I think I’ve seen you around here before,” before you can shut your stupid mouth and he smiles impossibly bigger. 

Gabe, who you have identified as the blond dad from the house across the street helps you save face when he shouts, “Tyson, c’mon we’re going to be late,” as he remote starts his truck from the front door, bouncing his tiny baby on his hip. 

Tyson ducks his head at being called out and smiles one last time before waving and heading to a waiting Gabe, “See you two around.”  

Gabe gives you a big grin as he backs out of his driveway and passes you and Precious, still huffing at your feet at the delay in her walk. You walk her the opposite way they drove off in, not trying to encounter any more broad chests and pretty faces before you’ve had your morning coffee.

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Friday is a busier day, you have 6 walks back to back in your new area, plenty of families going on a long weekend trip for memorial day weekend. You start your day off with Cooper, followed up by Daisy. They’re getting used to their routes with you and their walks are enjoyable. The next four are with Rocky, Lucy, Maggie, and Duke who are all newer clients. 

You’re up to Lucy when you pass Gabe’s house for the first time. There’s music coming from the yard and a few extra cars line the sidewalk, so you assume he’s hosting a party. If you look for a familiar, shiny jeep who could blame you? 

It isn’t there though. 

You’ve almost forgotten about it by the time you’re walking Duke, a tiny little yorkie who is veritably ancient in dog years. He still has some pep in his step though, and you shuffle through your playlist to find some appropriately happy music for the occasion as you turn a corner. 

With your head down, thumb scrolling skillfully through your favorite Spotify playlist, you jump when you hear the sound of a horn. Duke gives a little bark and you look up to see who the offending party is.

Tyson’s body is half out of his window waving, where his car is parked on the corner across the street.

He hops out and walks over to you, peering at Duke with a little confusion.

“You could probably save yourself some time if you walked all of your dogs together. How many do you have?” He laughs and starts squatting down to Duke’s level while looking up at you for permission to pet. 

“This one’s friendly, you can pet him,” is what you say, because your brain is starting to lose higher functioning the more his shorts creep up his bent legs, revealing the thick, muscular thighs underneath.

Once given permission, Tyson becomes the equivalent of a floppy golden, all sunshine smiles and praise for Duke. “Who’s a good boy?” he coos as he holds Duke’s head in his big hands, simultaneously rubbing under his chin and the top of his head.

He stands up and turns his smile on you, which makes your stomach swoop a little bit, not that you’d admit it. “You should come to Gabe’s house when you’re done walking all of your dogs. He’s having a little party; he said he invited all the neighbors.”

“That sounds nice,” you begin, knowing you shouldn’t and can’t., “but unfortunately I have some more work to do this evening.” 

The smile on Tyson’s face doesn’t falter when he shrugs, “Okay, maybe next time.” He bends down to Duke one last time and uses a higher-pitched sweet voice to say, “See ya, buddy!” before standing up and jogging back over to his idling truck. He hops in and waves before driving back towards Gabe’s house. 

Duke looks up at you, unimpressed, “He’s cute," you sigh. The yorkie just wags his tail and tugs you over to a maple tree to do his business. 

______

It’s a week later when you’re trying to coax Precious down the driveway that you see the pretty blonde walking towards you smiling with a stroller. You know she’s Gabe’s wife, but she’s waving to you in a way that says she wants to talk and you wind the leash around your hand so Precious doesn’t get any ideas. 

“Hi! You’re (y/n) right?” she waits for you to nod and say ‘that’s me’ before continuing, “Oh awesome! I’ve heard so much about you from the neighbors. I’m Mel, I live over there,” she points to the house with the red door that you know to be hers, “We have plans Friday night and we need someone to come and take Zoey out. Would we be able to book you?” 

She looks ecstatic to have run into you so you pull your phone out and check your calendar, “Let’s see, I will actually be in the neighborhood around 7, and I’m free around 7:45, does that work for you?” 

“Ah! That’s perfect. We’re just so excited, because it’s the first time we’ve been out since the baby,” she beams down at the little girl in the stroller, “Mom and dad need a night out, ya know?” She’s smiling so brightly and she’s so sweet, and you don’t know, but you do get it somehow. 

You type her name and address into the calendar on your phone, “I’m sure. You guys totally deserve it, babies are a lot of work!” 

Mel laughs, “I had no idea just how much work! But thank you so much for fitting us in. The sitter will be there with her, so just knock and they’ll let you in and show you around,” her eyes are lit up and you’re actually excited to help her get a free night out with her husband, “I’ll text you and just save my number and we can work out all the details. I just have to get her home to feed before she starts fussing! Thank you again.” 

She’s a whirlwind when she types your number into her phone with fast thumbs, but she has her timing down, because you can hear the baby starting to whine as she crosses the street to her house, right on schedule.

_____

When Friday comes you finish two walks and end up on the porch of the big white house with the rose bushes flanking it. You knock three times and step back to wait for the sitter to let you in. 

Surprisingly enough, Tyson opens the front door. 

He’s smiling, like always, with his right eyebrow raised in confusion, bouncing a giggly baby in his arms. She’s in a pink onesie, covered in what looks like mushy carrots, and Tysons white shirt doesn’t look any better. 

“We weren’t expecting company, were we, princess?” He nuzzles his cheek across the top of the baby’s peach fuzz head and she squishes her eyes shut, babbling happily. 

“I’m not really 'company' perse. I’m just here to walk Zoey,” you rock gently from foot to foot, hoping he’ll let you in and you can get your job done without looking like a total fool. 

"Don't you have enough dogs of your own?" He laughs but steps aside to let you through the front door, the inside of the house is just as nice as the outside. 

"Oh. Those aren't mine," you pull a biscuit out of your pocket and click your tongue, trying to coax Zoey out of her hiding spot under the kitchen table. "I'm just the dog walker." Zoey crawls towards you ok her belly, unsure and skittish. 

"That's a good girl, c'mon mama." Tyson hands you her leash off of the back of a kitchen chair and you can feel his eyes on you as you snap her harness together. 

He nods, bouncing foot to foot, keeping the baby happy, "That makes more sense. I thought you had like, 6 dogs. Gabe told me I was an idiot." You look up and his face flames, luckily the baby chooses that very second to spit up onto the burp cloth slung over his shoulder. 

"Oh no, baby girl," he coos at the infant, rubbing her back soothingly. "I'm going to take care of this, don't leave without saying goodbye," he winks and walks through the kitchen, leaving you in a whirlwind, Zoey whining at your feet. 

"Let's go girl."

_____

If you didn't know better, you think, as Zoey noses along the bushes down the block, distinctly uninterested in doing anything at all, you'd think you were being set up. Except you don't really know better.

You think back to the mischievous glint in Mel's eye was she stopped you for your number and Tyson's surprised face when you showed up, apparently unannounced, at the door. 

The more you think about it the more flustered you get, not dressed to woo a potential suitor, and more likely than not, coming back with a bag full of Zoey's poop isn't really the way you prefer to meet men. 

You dig into your pocket for some chapstick and maybe stop in front of a tinted car window in an attempt to curtail your hair into something halfway cute. It's a lost cause. 

Zoey walks listlessly at your side, she's well behaved, but clearly has no business to do, so you head back to Mel and Gabe's house. She looks excited as you make your way up the porch steps and barks at the front door. 

Tyson steps outside and shushes her softly. "Shh girl, please. I just got the baby to sleep." 

"Do you want me to bring her into the back until she calms down enough to go inside?" You wrap the leash around your hand and pat the top of Zoey's head. 

"Nah," he pulls the baby monitor out of his back pocket,  "I was going to sit on the porch for a little anyway, it's nice out. Want some coffee?" 

You say okay and sit on the porch swing waiting for Tyson, not entirely sure how life has led you to this moment on the pretty wrap-around porch of the house with the red door. 

He comes back out and shuts the door quietly behind him before handing you a cup and sitting next to you on the swing. You're quiet for a pause, but then you giggle into your mug. 

"Did you really think all those dogs were mine?" Tyson looks up at you, smiling goofily back over his own mug. 

"Yeah, I totally did. Told Gabe I was going to see if his pretty neighbor needed help walking all of her dogs. Mel finally figured out it was you and they had a good laugh at my expense." His feet are solid on the porch rocking you back and forth while Zoey dozes in front of you. 

Your ears warm at the compliment. "Thanks." 

"I don't have a dog or anything, but maybe I could get your number in case I wanted company for a walk? What's your schedule look like?" You let your leg slide towards his on the swing so your knees knock. 

Smiling and pulling your phone out of your pocket, you hand it over, "I think I could squeeze you in."

[wickedgamesoyaoya]

The metaphorical bubble encompassing the shop and separating it from the outside world had burst upon the trainer’s entrance. When Matsukawa messaged him earlier with an ‘SOS’ meme, he naturally presumed it was an overreaction to something trivial such as an awkward atmosphere. He did not have the slightest inkling that he would be walking into the aftermath of a verbal and physical war.

Annoyed with the absence of a suitable explanation, he scrutinized the space ahead for any hint to what transpired before his arrival. Once he spotted Hanamaki, the pink haired male yelped, knowing now was the appropriate time to exit.  

“And that’s my cue to leave! Here, grandpa you can call the cops if you want. But keep in mind that the pretty guy over there can charge your little demon spawn if you do.” After sliding off the desk, a lopsided grin was tossed towards the elderly man, an action that was answered with a grunt. He was in no position to call the authorities, right now his sole mission was to determine how badly his daughter was injured. But he only went to Ichika’s limp body after the two males were no longer guarding his desk – he was afraid they would attack him if he attempted to intervene earlier.

Meanwhile, the presence of your third best friend extinguished a partial amount of the flames prickling your skin. Though the ashes of your relationship did not permit you any sense of relief. When Iwaizumi originally beckoned for you, his name was breathed out gently in response. However, with your throat betraying you, the level of sound could barely qualify as a whisper. Not that it mattered, with your mind activating autopilot, you were drawn to the male, craving the security and protection his embrace would provide.

But just as you mindlessly wandered past your fiancé, the cook caught your hand, constraining your ability to move forward. The unwarranted physical touch drained you of the minimal amount of energy you were trying to conserve. There was once a time you would have undergone any torment for him – for his touch. You used to seek out his affections, relishing over the joy his coarse fingers brought you from a simple caress. But that was then, when your love wasn’t tainted by lies.

“Baby… Let me explain.” Despite knowing he had no right to seek your forgiveness or understanding, he refused to allow you to leave without trying to subdue the pain he bestowed upon you. “I should have told you about that night, I shouldn’t have lied. But I didn’t have any relationship with her… I swear to you.” The underlying message attached to his petition was clear – he wished he could take it all back. You knew that to be true, but the past was written in stone, and there was no magical time-machine that could erase the damage that was done.

“Let go of me.” How could you listen to him now? When your amplified emotions were mutilating your train of thought? When the love you cherished for eight whole years was burnt to ash in a single moment?

“I… won’t. I need you to understand. Just… hear me out. Please…” His heart was stuck at the center of his throat, blocking off his airways, pressuring him to fight for breath. He had never told you this, as vulnerability was something he struggled with, but the day you broke up with him, years ago planted a seed of anxiety into his heart, and over the years it grew and grew. What terrified him was that he knew you could happily live without him, but he could never live without you. You always presumed you were the one who was dependent on him, but you weren’t. Not at all. He was misguided, no doubt but his intentions were pure. All he wanted was to guarantee a future for himself with you in it. How twisted, that the actions taken towards said goal only decreased his chance of achieving it.

“And what about my needs?” The question dripped in a bitterness that was almost nauseating, Osamu appeared to have noticed that, loosening his grip on your fingers, not desiring to hurt you further. “Did you ever think of putting my needs before yours for once? Cause right now, what I need is space.” Your words administered a blow to his withering strength, and with the release of your hand you proceeded away from him, without stealing a glance over your shoulder at his reaction. Whether you chose to neglect the action due to a sense of indifference or because you would be unable to mentally handle it, was up for debate.

By the time you reached Iwaizumi, Matsukawa had retrieved his belt from the ground and Hanamaki was able to briefly inform the trainer about what occurred. Resentment towards the cook prompted him to curl his fingers into a fist, he was about to launch at attack at him once he released your hand, but he stopped when you stepped in front of him. This time when you whispered his name, he caught it. Upon seeing the wounds on your delicate features and the softness in your eyes, his sense of love towards you overwhelmed his anger.

“Fucking hell, y/n. Come here. Let’s go.” His arms slipped around your waist as he ushered your face to find comfort against his chest. A gentle kiss was then applied to the crown of your head before he began whispering comforting sentiments into your hair. All the while, his eyes did not leave Osamu’s. He wanted the cook to know that if he intended on playing the fool, he would not hesitate to assume the role of the prince.

And there was nothing Osamu could do about it. The only thing tying you to him now was the ring on your finger. The fact you did not return it was the only reason he held the tiniest bit of hope that you would come back to him. and he really did hope you would come back to him…

Let’s do it again, shall we - the fool

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A/N: I know ya’ll wanted Iwa to go crazy, but I think his love for MC is much stronger than his desire to punch ‘Samu. 

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