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dreorig · 9 months

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Kitten.

When you decided to prank Eddie and turn him into a certified cat boy, you couldn't have imagined what happened next.

notes: this originally was a long fic (around 4k... unfinished...) but methinks people don't really fuck with long fics so i decided to post only the smut (>﹏<) it explained how eddie turned into a kitty kat and etc, plus contained lots of fluff cuz im a sucker for that!! but yeahhh i gave up. also. eddie is wearing a collar with a little bell cuz wahh!!! he's just!!!! too cute!!!!!! ive got this idea for a while now so enjoy ig?!?!?!?!?!

Approaching the half-closed door, you could hear your name between needy whimpers. You opened the door with a smirk on your face and Eddie didn't even notice you. Eddie's head was down and his ass up in the air while he fingered himself, the wet noises sounding like music to you — his hands slid under one of your shirts that he was wearing and began playing with his own chest, whimpering louder when he pinched his nipples. Eddie's tail was raised too; a sign that a cat is ready to mate.

Lord, have mercy on thy son.

"Oh, Eddie, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?"

Your voice snapped Eddie out of it. He switched positions in the blink of an eye and now he was sitting up, eyes wide and face flustered as he squeezed his thighs together in a poor attempt to hide what you had already seen, looking at you as if he'd rather face Satan himself at the moment.

"It's okay, you don't need to feel embarrassed." You held his hand and pressed a soft kiss on it. "My friend told me you're in heat, just like a cat."

"H-heat?"

"That's right. Your body should calm down after mating a couple times." You put a hand on his cheek, using the other to interlace your fingers with his. "I can help you, if you'd like? But of course you don't have to do anything you don't want, dear. We can always find another solution."

"N-no, please," he rubbed his face against your palm, trying to feel the most of your caresses. "Need you."

He would be the death of you one of these days.

"Alright, sweetie." You kissed the corner of his lips. "As much as I love to see you in my clothes, don't you think this shirt is gonna get in our way? Um? Let's take it off."' You grabbed the hem of the shirt, lifted it over his head and tossed it aside somewhere. Getting up, you began taking your own shirt off. "Now, hands under your knees."

Your cock throbbed inside your pants as you watched Eddie pulling his legs up, those thick thighs touching his chest with ease, exposing his already well-stretched hole with lube dripping out of it. His fully hard cock was in a similar state, wet with pre-cum and lube, and his balls looked so ready to get squeezed.

Fuck, you really needed to fuck him into oblivion.

"Such a good princess for me." You licked your lips, admiring the sight before you. His tail quivered. "I'm gonna breed you so well. You'd like that, wouldn't you? To get pregnant, full of my babies."

Eddie almost melted on the spot over the idea, his fluffy ears upright while he attentively listened to what you'd do to him soon. He couldn't bring himself to say anything, so he nodded eagerly instead, the bell on his neck tinkling. You chuckled, pulling down your pants and boxers.

"Of course you do, princess." You finished undressing and leaned over him, inhaling his addicting scent. "Sorry for making you wait, love."

Wrapping his arms around your neck, Eddie moaned in your mouth when you kissed him while your hands landed on his hips and squeezed them. You bit and sucked on his lips, craving that sweet taste you'd never get tired of. Finishing the kiss, you wasted no time in putting your mouth to work again as you sucked his already hard nipple, a hand now playing with his other nipple, occasionally grabbing the mass around it. Making sure not a single inch of that perfect chest was neglected, you know.

Eddie felt so hot that for a while he thought he'd burst into flames anytime your hands stopped touching his body, even if for no more than five seconds. God, was he horny. Your tip just touched his hole, as if teasing him, and Eddie didn't know if that was on purpose or not but shit, he was impatient. Grinding his ass against your cock, he moaned, "H-hurry up… can't wait… any longer…"

"I know you want it, kitten, but I also know you can wait just a little more. I taught you well, didn't I? Let me show you some love first."

You bit Eddie's shoulder, not enough to hurt, just to leave an ownership mark you knew your princess would like to look at later — you had to fight the urge to rip off the collar and have full access to his neck once again, but you kept your cool because he looked so cute wearing that. Instead, you palmed his aching cock and stroked it at a slow pace, taking your own sweet time to trace those veins your fingerprints already had memorised; that earned you a groan from the irritated kitten beneath you, who didn't know if he should move his hips to meet your strokes or grind his ass on your hardness, wordlessly asking you to just stop the crap and fuck him already.

"My kitten is just too needy, um? Alright, let's have it your way this one time."

Eddie let out a loud, satisfied moan when you finally began burying your cock inside him, not as fast as he wanted but he could feel every inch of your cock slowly stretching him out and for that he was grateful — Venom was probably saying something in his mind about how weird and mildly pathetic humans were with their mating habits, but Eddie's mind was too foggy to understand or even give a shit. Then you abruptly pulled out, but before Eddie could protest, you shoved it all again in one go.

Eddie's teary eyes widened and saliva ran down his chin, "Fuck—"

You felt a sticky, hot fluid hitting your stomach and you didn't even need to look down to see what it was; you couldn't help but grin, looking at your boyfriend. "Eddie, did you just cum only because I slammed my cock inside you? Sometimes I forget my princess is really just a cock slut."

Eddie whimpered, his face looking impossibly red, and closed his eyes, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You chucked, not really expecting an answer, and began moving at a more-slow-than-fast, steady pace. The wet sounds that echoed in the room each time your skin met combined with Eddie's whines almost drove you insane.

You kept pounding Eddie just right, he didn't even mind the slight discomfort in his overstimulated cock, only bringing himself to plead, "More, please, more."

Always eager to do as he wishes, you began increasing your pace, thrusting deeper and deeper, just the way you knew Eddie liked. Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle. He was sobbing in your ear and digging his claws into your skin — and you loved knowing that would leave marks. Then you noticed something very interesting.

"Would you look at that, kitten…" you grabbed Eddie's hand and put it atop of his own lower abdomen, making him feel the bulge there each time you thrusted. "See how deep I am? Does it feel good, princess?"

Eddie only nodded rapidly, his mind only half conscious now. He could only concentrate on how good your cock felt repeatedly hitting his sweet spot.

"No, no, not like that. I want you to tell me how good you feel. I know you can do that, kitten."

"It's — ah!— so good… I'm so full. Ahh~ f-faster, please?"

"Anything for my obedient princess." You kissed his cheek and said, "Wrap your legs around my waist and hold on tight."

Eddie complied and immediately you changed your pace to a faster, harder and even deeper one, feeling Eddie's claws now digging across your back. You moved your head to nibble on his neck, leaving small bites and hickeys all over his skin, and one of your hands travelled to his cock in order to give it attention once again.

"You're taking me so well, princess. Your perfect body is all mine, even your tight hole was made to fit my cock so beautifully," you praised Eddie as you stroked him with the same pace of your thrusts. "Such a good kitten. That's right, keep moaning in my ear like a cute princess."

"[Name]!" Eddie broke down once he came again, sobbing as heavy tears fell down his face, and hugged you tighter. "D-deep! You're so deep!"

Eddie's tears made you almost dizzy. Holy fuck, how could he be so freaking perfect?

"Shit—" you panted, "I'm gonna cum. Okay, kitten? And you're gonna take it all until there's nothing left and you're all full of my babies, because you're gonna be such an amazing mamma. Ain't that right, dear?"

"Goddamn, yes." Eddie's pretty face was wet with tears, his pink lips also wet and swollen, and you could see his fangs as he let out the cutest moan ever escape. Then he opened his glossy eyes and fixed his lovey-dovey gaze on you, "I promise to be the best mamma to our babies."

That did it. You tightened the grip on his waist and pushed him against you, giving one last deep thrust before reaching your climax, feeling him clenching around your cock as you proceeded to fill him up with your seed. Your grip on his waist remained strong, locking you both together and not allowing a single drop of cum to leak out of his hole before you properly breed him.

Eddie was limp in your arms, still letting out a few more tears as you held him close before calming down. You smiled fondly at the sight, loving how cute he was.

"You're so pretty. My pretty princess." You peppered his face with kisses, feeling the salty taste of his tears on your lips. "I love you so much."

Eddie's mind was still foggy but yet he gave a cosy smile, managing to mumble, "I love you too."

Afterwards you made Eddie drink some water and showered him with praises, making sure he was alright — that, of course, until Eddie started begging you to fuck him once again, because he was still a needy kitty in heat.

#ak.writes #eddie brock x male reader #eddie brock x reader #sub eddie brock #x top male reader #x dom male reader

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hopeless-ro-simptic · 4 years

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Familiar Cerulean Eyes Pt. 4

Click here for other parts. Part 5

Warning: This shit gets intense. Not smut but like character almost dies. Be prepared. Dabi’s alpha really comes out in this one. He angry boi.

Word Count: Just under 2.5 K

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You woke up from your nap, your neck stiff, to the annoying sound of Dabi’s phone going off for what you were pretty sure was the third time in five minutes. Whoever was trying to contact him really wanted his attention, and he wasn’t giving it to them.

Instead you watched with wide eyes as the annoyed villain gave another meaning to burner phone, watching the melting plastic drip onto the floor, holding it from the top of the phone so not to get the melted plastic on himself. He was sitting up on the bed and looked absolutely done with whatever was going on with that phone. Running his hands over his face pulling his skin with a deep sigh before he noticed you watching, replacing his expression with a smirk as he pulled out a cigarette lighting it with his finger and placing it between his lips before leaning back against his forearms.

“Good morning, Princess. Well I guess I should say good night.” The shadows on his face being exaggerated by the lamp next to his bed by his cigarette tray. He was just in an old tattered wife beater at this point, the hoodie piled up on the corner of his bed like he was using it as a pillow. It was only then that you noticed his singular pillow was tucked between you and the armrest of the chair you were in, and the furry blanket draped across your body. You could help but sniff it, shocked that it smelled brand new and unscented. For some reason you pouted at that. Which he didn’t miss.

“H- ahem… How long was I out?” You’re throat was dry making your voice scratchy and you were silently grateful when he reached out to you, handing you an unopened water bottle.

He hummed thoughtfully to himself glancing at the window, blowing out a puff of smoke that started to collect in the air. “Maybe five hours? I tried to get you to move to the bed and stretch out but you’re pretty mean when you’re asleep”

“I’ve been told that before,” You stood up out of the chair, letting yourself stretch out and folding the blanket up neatly on the chair, pretending like you didn’t care about it, the butterflies erupting in your stomach. You could feel the eyes of the alpha in front of you drag along your body, slowly taking in what was before him. There was nothing you could do to stop him, and after your nap your omega was starting to wake up and was enjoying the stares for once. It did feel kind of nice that someone thought of you like that, like you were something worth looking at. You tried not to dwell on it. Instead you located the snack bag, riffling through it to locate something to eat, the alpha next to you as he continued to puff smoke out like an angry dragon, making lazy circles in the air.

Finally, after some deliberation, you picked out a candy bar, turning and leaning against the dresser facing the door and opening it. Your stomach ready for food, your foggy brain, however, was not prepared for the door in front of you to collapse suddenly in ash, the number one villain in Japan standing behind it, five fingers up where the previously standing door was, rage in his blood red eyes. The stench that enveloped the room could not be mistaken for anything other than a very angry and pissed off alpha.

Dabi reacted quicker than you, jumping up in between you and the offending alpha with a snarl ripping through his throat.

“What is this? Playing hooky with some dumb useless omega? Can’t keep it in your pants, Dabi, long enough to answer my calls?” The tall and lanky blue haired alpha stepped into the room menacingly, and while Dabi was easily bigger than he was, you knew that the other alpha outranked him. That he was more dangerous.

“Get out, she’s mine.” The smell in the air was choking you as the two alphas pumped out enough pheromones to coat the entire block, along with the smoke emitting from Dabi’s body, his temperature rising and blue flames appearing in one of his hands threateningly. Your omega let out a loud chirp realizing the situation. You were in a very small flammable room, with two pissed off and very dangerous alphas. That were about to fight because of you. And you had dropped your candy bar.

Shigaraki moved first, he reached for you, but Dabi reacted faster, grabbing your wrist and spinning you behind him the opposite way past Shigaraki, thrusting his enflamed hand out towards the alpha, essentially switching your places, the lamp providing the only light in the room other than the light from the hallway outside being dusted in the process, Shigaraki hissing in pain at being touched by Dabi’s fire before he started laughing maniacally. You could smell the fear coming off of yourself as you stepped back into the door frame. You realized this was it, you could run. But you weren’t sure you would get very far. You hesitated not sure what to do, your omega chirping wildly as you searched for an answer.

Dabi continued his onslaught of fire, burning scorch marks into the walls as the blue haired alpha dodged. An annoyed hiss leaving his lips. “Kurogiri!”

Shigaraki moved again, this time disappearing into a black mist that appeared in front of him. You could hear Dabi snarl out whipping around to grab you, but he was too late. Four fingers were wrapped around your throat from behind you, and you could smell the distinct scent of ash and decay radiating off of the alpha that had you trapped. The room went silent other than your whimpers that you couldn’t control. You had heard very little about Shigaraki, but after the USJ incident, Shoto had talked about the villain who could dust anything or anyone with just a touch of five fingers. At the time you had thought the villain was scary. With how shaken up Shoto was you thought you understood what he was trying to explain. But being here, in this moment, with your life just a finger from ending, you truly understood the extent of the fear that those kids had gone through. You weren’t even sure if this villain’s quirk would work against you, but you didn’t want to test it.

“Maybe next time you’ll answer your phone instead of entertaining a stupid little omega whore.” You couldn’t even feel the tears streaming down your face, your voice had gone silent. You never smelled anything as sour as the fear radiating off of you. Not even when Endevor had engulfed you in fire for the first time when you were just a pup to test if your quirk would protect you.

“No! Please!” The look on Dabi’s face was heartbreaking. The sound of his voice cracking at seeing you like this, about to die due to his negligence, echoed around the room. The word ‘please’ ringing in your ear, almost as loud as your own roaring heartbeat.

For some reason, that word made Shigaraki pause, glancing with confusion to you behind your back, and for some reason, that brief second made you realize you didn’t want to die seeing Dabi with that look on his face, it reminded you so much of a look that another alpha had given you so long ago. So you did the only thing you could do in the moment to make him feel better.

Dabi doesn’t think he has ever heard a purr so heavenly. You sounded like an angel. Like a siren desperately calling him out to sea. He didn’t think he would ever listen to another purr again and enjoy it, with one noise you had ruined him. It was sad, scared, but beautiful and comforting and all at the same time, even with the current predicament you found yourself in. It was all that his alpha could do to return your purr with an attempt at a calming scent, one that he hadn’t emitted for a long time, and it was a shaky attempt at best, but your omega could still pick up on the change in the smell of the air. You closed your eyes, purring louder and focusing on that spicey warm smell of cinnamon, letting your mind wander back to the one of the last times you had smelled something so nice.

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“Leave her alone!” A growl came from the young red headed boy in front of you, he was getting closer and closer to presenting age and his secondary sex was growing stronger by the day. There was no doubt now that he would present as an alpha. Endevor was proud.

He was also annoyed at the pup’s disobedience.

Endevor shoved you to the ground, you chirping softly and curling in on your self as you looked up at the two males.

“You want me to leave her alone? Then prove to me that you can handle this. Do it Touya. I want you outside in five minutes, and you are going to get that move perfected or she becomes target practice.” Endevor turned to leave at that point, sending one more glare in your direction before muttering. “Prove to me there was a point in wasting the money on this runt.”

Immediately Touya dropped down in front of you, pulling you into his arms, checking you over for injuries.

“I’m fine… Touya I’m fine.” You pushed him off of you. For once in your life you were upset at him. Angry. And he couldn’t understand why.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I should have stopped him sooner. I just am too weak to over power him. I promise I’ll get stronger.”

“No! That’s not what I want! I just want you to be safe! Stop trying to prove that you can do this stupid move. Do you not see what it’s doing to you? Touya you are burning yourself up! You are going to end up hurt in a way that might not be fixable!” You stood up, brushing yourself off, ignoring the bruised pain where endevor had you held up by your throat. Ignoring the way your eyes your eyes burned with unshed tears. You couldn’t protect Touya if he was so worried about you all the time. You had to suck it up.

“Y/N,” Touya’s face looked completely torn. All he wanted to do was to be good enough for you, and if it meant hurting himself just a little he would do it.

“I have to Y/N… I have to get stronger, to be able to protect you.”

He pulled you back into his arms, placing soft little kisses to your cheeks, releasing the calming scent of cinnamon that he knew you liked so much. He would do whatever it took to keep you safe. He wouldn’t let you cry anymore. He would do whatever it took to protect you. To give you the life you deserved.

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You threw yourself into Dabi’s arms, a sob leaving you lips the second that the fingers detached from your throat. He collected you into his grasp, hugging your face to his chest, lightly pressing his lips to the top of your head, petting your hair soothingly as he glared daggers at the other alpha who was watching in awed confusion, his fingers tearing at his neck with scratches.

“What the fuck is your problem?” He was angry. He was livid. He was going to kill him for scaring his precious omega.

You couldn’t help yourself, your omega wanted comfort, from the only person in the room that would give it to her. You leaned up on your tip toes and nuzzled gently against the alpha’s scent glands, inhaling the scent of cinnamon, smoke and whiskey, trying to calm yourself down. Earning a soft strangled sound from the alpha’s throat.

“Get out!” He wasn’t going to say it again, you were finally warming up to him and it was because you were terrified. He hated that it was in this situation but all he wanted to do was to make you feel better. All his alpha wanted to do was worship you.

The blue haired alpha was scratching his neck in thought, watching the exchange between the alpha and omega in front of him. He could tell she wasn’t bonded. Hell, she wasn’t even scented by him thoroughly it seemed, yet the alpha in front of him was acting like she was more than just some groupie he found to warm his bed. As far as he was aware, Dabi had never shown any interest in an omega other than to deal with his ruts, and they usually didn’t want anything to do with him after that, screaming profanities that could be heard throughout the compound that was the leagues base where most of them stayed. In fact, Shigaraki was pretty sure Dabi never brought anyone to his personal shithole of an apartment, always stating that he didn’t want them to stink up the place.

Dabi leaned down, running his nose against your scent glands in return, cooing softly in your ear that everything was okay. You were okay. He was going to kill him and that everything was okay and then the two of you could take a nap and relax and everything was going to be okay.

For some reason, the threat didn’t even phase you.

Finally, Shigaraki groaned in annoyance. His fingers stopping their itching as he turned to the beta Kurogiri, who you just now registered was there, mumbling something quietly to him before snapping at the couple in front of him.

“If you want to play house then do it on your own time. We have a mission to do.”

“I’m not leaving her unprotected” Dabi snarled back the tension in the room still thick, causing your omega to curl further into his arms until you were flush against him, your face hiding in his neck whimpering soft pleads for him to protect you. You knew within three seconds that you much rather cuddle up against the murderer in your arms than have to face the hand covered alpha that wanted to rule the world.

“Fine, fine. Then bring your pet. I don’t care.” Shigaraki turned and slipped into the black mist that was Kurogiri’s portal, another one appearing underneath you and Dabi, swallowing you whole as you let out distressed chirps.

#bnha omegaverse #alpha dabi #omega reader #bnha #mha #mha omegaverse #dabi is a todoroki #dabi is touya #dabi #dabi x y/n #dabi x female reader #dabi x you #dabi x reader #crispy

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sunarinexe · 3 years

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skating dates with the haikyuu boys

ft ~ suna rintarou, oikawa tooru, kozume kenma, tendou satori, hinata shoyo <3

suna rintarou ~

you know this mf is filming EVERYTHING you do

whether you finally ace an awesome trick or you're falling straight on your ass, the camera is out and flash is on.

probably one of the best skaters out of all the haikyuu boys

if you ask him to hold your hand while riding, he'd keep stepping out of your reach then laugh his ass off if you fell over.

would eventually hold your hand and skate in a line with you 🥺

"RIN STOP MOVING IM GONNA FALL!!" you yelled as you wobbled on your board. rin kept stepping just out of your reach to help with your balance. "come on baby, im literally not moving anywhere" he chuckled, looking at you directly in the eye as he stepped back again.

You stretched your hand out to grab onto your boyfriend. Your hands nearly touched but you leaned slightly too far. The skateboard slipped from underneath you, sending you flying. Hearing a snort from above, you look up to see your tall boyfriend laughing at you. "HAHAHA!" he chuckled at you. "really y/n, you should have seen your face! good job i caught it on camera right?".

You pouted as you saw his phone that was obviously recording your embarrassing moment. Rin saw your annoyed look and slipped his phone into his hoodie pocket. Crouching down to your level, he took your hands softly, as to not hurt the grazes, and he pulled you up. He brought your small hands and softly kissed the marks to soothe them. The entire time, he looked into your eyes.

"Come on, we really gotta work on your balance" he said softly, helping you back on your board, getting on his right by your side. Squeezing tightly onto your hand, he turned his head to give you a soft smile. You smiled back at him, both of you giving a soft push to skate across the path side by side.

tooru oikawa ~

the BIGGEST scaredy cat out of all of them

screaming he's gonna die even tho hes 5cm above the ground

convinced he's gonna break at least 8 bones

if he does fall over, make sure you have band aids and a kiss better because he won't stop whining until you hand em over

"Y/N-CHAN HELP ME!!". You're sat on a wall, resting your hand in your palm, watching your 6 ft tall boyfriend, screaming like a girl. "Tooru you're fine, you're not gonna fall" you said, giggling. It was amusing watching your lanky boyfriend's long limbs flailing as he tried to keep himself still while the skateboard shifted continuously under his feet. "Y/N-CHANNN" he whined. Smirking and rolling your eyes, you hopped off of the wall to rescue Tooru. As soon as you got within 2 ft of him, he latched onto you, gripping you tightly. "Calm down, Kawa, here hold my hand and I'll help you" you said, clutching his hand and squeezing it to reassure him.

Calming down a bit, Tooru looked at you with a slightly nervous smile. "Heh... y'know Y/N-chan, if you wanted to hold my hand, you could've just sai-OW WAIT NO DONT LET GO IM SORRY!!" Smirking, you walked slowly next to him, steering him while giving him pointers on how he should angled his feet.

(side note: "Hey Y/N-chan, will you show me some of your tricks?". defo takes aesthetic pictures of you skating and some of him not skating but with the board to make him look cool on the gram)

kozume kenma ~

was the biggest surprise that he could actually skate pretty well

doesn't do any fancy-ass tricks but can go pretty fast without falling

will 9/10 bring his switch with him and probs bandage you up if you fall but dont expect him not to laugh a bit.

"Kenmaaa come onn teach me to go fast like you!" you whined at your boyfriend, who was sat on top of a skate ramp playing on his switch. Without taking his eyes off of his game, he smirked "You can do it babe, I believe in you". You rolled your eyes, picking up your now-flipped board and setting it down.

You angled the board away from any of the ramps so you wouldn't crash, and pushed yourself down the pathway. You rested your foot behind the one in front. You tried to steer your way around the park but the board was becoming unsteady and wobbling until it slipped out from under you, sending you flying forward and landing on your knees.

"Shit Y/N are you okay?" you heard followed by hurried footsteps. You looked up to see Kenma crouching over you with a slightly worried expression on his face. "Damn, I thought you're steering was better than that. Come on, let's get you cleaned up." He slipped his arm under your cut knees and carried you over to the ramp where your backpacks sat with his game and board.

After taking the bandages out of his backpack (it was like he knew this was gonna happen), he gently wrapped your knees in the soft bandage, leaving a small kiss on each one. Kenma stood up and put both his and your bags on his shoulders and helped you down from the ramp. "I can carry my bag y'know babe?" He took your hand in yours and walked you over to where your board was left. "No it's okay, but do you think you could carry your board though?" he replied.

You looked up at him with a bright smile "Yep don't worry about it!". You tried to run to your board but Kenma stopped you. "Hey, hey, slow down, you gotta be careful 'kay?". You squeezed his hand in a reassuring manner. "Okay, good. Come on let's get home. I wanna charge my switch, it's almost dead"

satori tendou ~

ugh supportive boyfie!

he would be a huge hypeman

brings the best snacks and drinks too bc bby you're gonna be out till 3am

would try and teach you some tricks but probs fall off demonstrating

gives you a spare one of his hoodies he brought just in case

"Wow baby, you're getting pretty good at this you might catch up with me soon!" Satori yelled from the other side of the park. It was pretty late, around 2am so there wasn't anyone else around. "Satori! Shush, people will be trying to sleep, you don't have to shout" you said, walking over to him, board in hand. He ran up to you, giggling, and took your board from you and set it on the floor. You were confused as to what he was doing, but as he was crouched down to put the hoard on the floor, he wrapped his arms around your thighs and hoisted you into the air.

You screamed in surprise and laughed really hard, "Satori put me down, you're gonna drop me!" you cried, as he started to tip you over his shoulder. "Ah-ah-ah, baby, you gotta be quiet, people are sleeping~" he said while jumping around with you in his arms. You started softly hitting at his back, begging him to put you down. When he finally did, he tucked a loose piece of hair behind your ear, giving you a quick peck on the cheek. "Come on, let's take a little break"

You guys sat on your skateboards next to each other, watching funny tiktoks, seeing who could down a monster the fastest (satori won) and who cluld catch the most gummy bears in their mouth. A chill ran up your spine, while watching a tiktok Satori was showing you and he eyed you from the side. He placed the phone in your hand so you could carry on watching and grabbed his spare hoodie from his backpack. Without warning, he just shoved your head through the hoodie and pulled your arms through. You looked at him lovingly as he sat beside you again, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you close. "I love you a lot Satori. Thank you for everything you do for me". You turned to look at him, confused as to why he had such a wide-eyed expression that immediately softened when your eyes met. Stroking your cheek gently, "I love you too y/n. Thank you for being mine"

(side note: 🥺)

shoyo hinata ~

this poor baby

tries SO hard to do it well but just keeps falling

BUT he always has a smile on his face

ugh this little sunshine

has random snacks and candies in his pockets

will probs take you out for fast food too

"Y/N LOOK IM DOING IT!" your short boyfriend called out to you. You had to admit he wasn't doing a terrible job- oh wait he just fell. You ran over to Shoyo, expecting him to be in pain or a bit defeated at least. Nope. Turns round with the brightest smile saying, "Aw man i was so close!". You chuckled lightly, grabbing his hand to help him up.

"Come on, let's take a hydration break, you've been at it for like an hour straight". You and Shoyo sat on both of your boards sharing some snacks and candies while drinking from your water bottles. "Hey baby look!" he said, pointing at the sky. "It's a cloud that looks like a cat!" You looked up to see a kitty cloud, making you giggle a bit. "Wait, you should totally take a picture and send it to Kenma!" you suggested. "OH MY GOD THATS A GREAT IDEA!" he shouted. Fumbling for his phone, taking a snap of the cloud and sending it to "Kenma the Kat 🐱" on snap. "Tell him i said hi too" you told Shoyo.

After about 10 more minutes of snapping back and forth with Kenma, you started to pack up your things, suggesting to Shoyo you two go get some burgers on the way home. He agreed but instead of getting up, he shimmied his position on his board so he was sat with legs on either side. You raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out your boyfriend's antics. Before you could put two and two together, Shoyo gave himself a huge push and went flying down the path while sitting on the board, screaming all the way.

You had to carry both your bags and your board, chasing him down so you didn't lose him.

(side note: hes too cute pls)

thank you for reading and i hope you enjoyed it! <3

#haikyuu imagines #oikawa headcanons #suna headcanons #tendou headcanon #kenma fluff #oikawa fluff #hinata headcanons #hq suna #suna fluff #hinata fluff #haikyuu fluff

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mhathotfic · 4 years

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This took a little longer than I would’ve liked but I’m happy with it so I hope you guys will be too

Warnings: sexual content, swearing

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x reader

There should have been no reason for her to be awake past three in morning. Not one single logical reason for this really and yet here she was. Wide awake answering the persistent pawing at her balcony door.

“What do you want Katsuki?” (Yn) sighed as she opened the sliding door for the stray cat. She knew shouldn’t even give him that, she just couldn’t say no to those gorgeous carmine eyes that bore into her soul. Especially not when he gave her a look that was just so desperate for her attention.

She definitely knew she shouldn’t be letting him take his needs out on her.… Oh, fuck it. She had needs of her own and he was the only man who knew how to handle her just right.

That wouldn’t stop her from putting up a little bit of resistance though. If he wants her he needs to work for it. Not that he would mind it. This game of hers seemed to be his favorite to play.

"You know exactly what I’m here for, Princess" he leaned down a little to purr into her ear before letting himself into the warm room, glad to finally be free from the cold and the annoying propositions of needy heat stricken women. His mood may have been brought on by their pheromones clogging up the air, but that didn’t mean he had to or even wanted to be with any one of them. He had someone far more special to him that he’d rather be with anyways.

Speaking of which. She was taking far too long to lock up and follow him for his liking.

He looked her way, his agitation and impatience building. She stood firm in her spot and held his gaze with an unimpressed look “Oh? Couldn’t get any out there so you came to bother me, huh? And what makes you think I’d help a flea ridden stray like you out?”. He just had to choose a real stubborn brat didn’t he?

“You wanna say that again?” he was on her in an instant, pinning her to the wall with an arm caging her in place and a hand holding her chin. If he was trying to be intimidating, he didn’t quite hit his mark. The pleased purr that came loudly rumbling from him and the adorable way his tail would occasionally flick back and forth in excitement gave him away.

She brushed his hand away and slid her leg over his thigh, satisfied that he took her hint and quickly lifted her up and wrapped her legs around her waist. “You heard me” she gave a cocky smile and kept her voice even as she spoke, refusing to break from his piercing gaze “Flea ridden stray”.

“You think you’re real fucking cute, huh?” He growled at her, moving a hand to her throat and squeezing gently “Trying to piss me off”. Her smile only grows wider, tilting her head to press her throat against his palm a little more “What are you gonna do about it? Hmm Kitty-cat?”.

He surprised her by dropping her to her feet and dragging her over to her vanity dresser before bending her over it. He leaned over her, allowing one hand to roam her body and moving the other to hold her chin again and purred into her “You’re play a dangerous game here Princess”.

“Am I?” she cooed back, living for the growl that temporarily silenced his purring “I don’t think you’re anything I should be worried abo- hey-hah!”. He smirked at the surprise in her eyes when he tore her pretty little panties off her and shoved two fingers into her even prettier cunt. Groaning at the whine she let out once the shock faded and she finally starting to give up on her game “Good girl Princess, now keep your eyes open for me got it?”.

She bit her lip and closed her eyes for a moment, clinging to the little bit of defiance still left in her. She was really hoping that she’d be able to play with him just a little bit longer, but oh well. It’s not like she had any real complaints. Still though, she couldn’t believe he had managed to distract from his wandering hand so well.

“Hey” he snapped at her bringing her attention back to their reflections, his hold on her jaw getting slightly tighter and fingers stilling inside her “What did I just fucking say?”. She let out a soft whimper, trying to push her hips back only to have him pull his hand away from her aching sex.

Her eyes snapped open at the loss of his touch, a huffy complaint catching in her throat at the look he gave her. Narrowed eyes, ears pointed back and almost flat against his head and lips pressed in a thin line. He was waiting for her to say it, complying with his demand wouldn’t be enough.

“Don’t know” she mumbled out, unsure of why she was still being so stubborn with him “Wasn’t listening”. She knew how this would end. He wasn’t a patient man and was bound to lose his temper with her. So why was she pushing him?

She didn’t have much time to contemplate it. His patients snapped at that moment, three of his fingers pushing into her this time and starting a quick pace. “You’re really trying to piss me off, huh?” he hissed, watching her dazed expression with satisfaction. Her mouth hung open, babbling the cutest nonsense as her mind struggled to keep up with her body and eyes nice and wide just like he wanted.

He knew she was close already. Her little cunt twitching and clamping down around his fingers desperately. He felt a surge of pride course though him. He’s barely even started and he still managed to send her hurtling towards her release.

“You gonna cum already?” he mocked her, rubbing the pads of his fingers roughly at a particular weak spot in her and was rewarded with a keening moan. “Please Tsuki! I-I’m so-” she attempted to plead with him, but he wasn’t in a forgiving mood. “That’s to bad Princess” he almost laughed at the face she made when he pulled his fingers out. He yanked her up so she was standing and turned her around before lifting her up and placing her on the dresser “That’s all the prep you’re gonna get”.

He pushed her thighs further apart to accommodate him more and before she had time to process it he snapped his hips into hers. “K-Katsuki!” Her reaction was immediate, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist and tossing her head back. Her nails dragged down his toned back while she tried to calm herself enough to not be such a mess under the blond man.

“Fuck Princess” he grunted, quickly taking advantage of her exposed neck and littering it in his marks “You’re so damn tight”. He was kind enough to give her a moment to adjust before starting to move, smiling against her neck at the soft swears she muttered under her breath.

“S-so, ahah! Mm fuck it feels so good Katsu” she whined, threading her fingers through his hair. He moaned at her praise, picking up a ruthless pace. She moved her hands down to hold his face, encouraging him to meet her longing gaze. He watched her eyes flutter shut before she pressed their foreheads together.

It was a soft little gesture she was found of and it always made his chest and throat tighten up. He wasn’t sure if she intended it to be a quiet confession, but every time she did he wanted to tell how he really felt about her.

He swallowed it down every time. He wasn’t good with feelings. Not others and definitely not his own. He’d rather just fuck with her then put his heart out on the line. It was just easier that way, safer this way.

So of course he just had to fuck it up didn’t he?

“God I love you” He purred, to lost in his euphoria to realize he had said it out loud.

“Wha-?” “Fuck!” he hissed out in a panic, quickly pulling out of her and scrambling to pull his pants over his lower body. He needed to leave. He couldn’t handle this! He wasn’t ready for this. He just wasn’t ready, he had to leave now.

“Kat-”

“Don’t! I already know you don’t-!”.

“Katsuki listen-“.

”J-just let me leave! I-”.

“Katsuki Bakugou! Would you shut up and let me talk?! I love you too you moron!”.

He froze, he wanted to believe her, he really wanted to believe her but. “I mean it” she sighed hoping off the dresser and walking over to him “Do you really think I’d let just any hybrid wake me up at ungodly hours and let them fuck me like that? I only let you because I love you Tsuki”. He let go of the breath he didn’t know he was holding, finally turning to look at her. He knew just by looking at her face she was being honest with him.

“(Yn), I-”

“You don’t have to say anything right now. I know this stuff isn't easy for you so let’s just finish what we started and we can talk about the rest later ok?” she smiled at him walking over to her bed. He didn’t really know how to process this, but god was he lucky to have fallen for someone who understood him so well and gave him the time he needed to figure it out.

She looked back at where he still stood in shock “You coming or what?”. Her tone was teasing and the little wiggle of her hips only emphasized her apparent amusement with his sudden shyness. He snapped out his stupor with a roll of his eyes and a snort. “God you’re impatient” he huffed getting rid of his clothes as he walked over to her.

“Well I wouldn’t be if you didn’t keep me waiting” she gave him mock pout spreading her legs to make room for him “It’s really rude you know!”. He snorted at her antics, leaning into capture her lips in a kiss.

He groaned into the kiss as he pushed into her, a loud rumbling purr coming tumbling out of him. (Yn) broke away with a soft moan, running her fingers down his spine and along his thick tail.

“Fuck” he groaned nuzzling into the side of her neck before pressing his lips to her forehead. She giggled, cradling his face and pulled into another quick kiss, pressing their foreheads together after she broke away.

“I love you Katsuki” she sighed rubbing her thumbs over his cheeks. “I- fuck, I love you too princess” this still felt foreign and new to him, but liked it. He liked finally being able to be truly open and honest with her like this. He loved it even. Really, he just loved anything that involved her.

“Tsuki please” his train of thought was interrupted by her sweet little whimper. He smirked down at her, watching her trying buck her hips up to meet his, only to have them pinned down instead. “No way Princess” he rasped into ear, gently circling her clit with his finger. “B-but Tsuki!” she begged pawing at his shoulders.

He groaned into her neck, sinking his teeth into the soft skin and eliciting a pretty little whine from her as he pounded into her harder “No complaining, I’ll take care of it, so you just let me do everything got it?. She nodded frantically and whimpered as he pressed little kisses to her jawline, telling her again that he’d take care of her.

He gave a satisfied hum, turning his attention back to getting her off. He moved his fingers teasing slow over her clit, steadily picking up speed and getting drunk off the sounds she made.

“Is that good Princess? Is that what you needed?” he groaned in her ear, his voice deep and husky. “Y-yes! Just like that!” (Yn) panted, moving her hands into his hair. “I-I’m gonna cum! P-please B-baby I need you to make me- emph” She begged, her words being cut off by him capturing her lips.

“Keep you’re eyes on me, ok?” he panted, his thrusts becoming sloppy. “O-ok” she nodded, her legs tightening around his waist, effectively trapping him in place.

“Good girl” he sighed pressing his forehead to hers, a few more thrusts and they’d both would be done for. He pulled her hands free from his hair, interlocking their fingers as he continued to fuck into her, whispering praise and sweet nothings to her, watching her trying to keep her eyes open for him.

She let out a loud keening moan of his name as her orgasm finally washed over her. The sight of her coming undone pushing him over the edge shortly after her.

#bakugou katsuki x reader smut #katsuki bakugou x reader smut #katsuki x reader smut #bakugou x reader smut #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader

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katsuflossy · 4 years

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Bakugo x Choreographer Reader

Pairing: Bakugo Katsuki x reader

TW: obscenities

💥 So the girls of 3A decides that since they’re 18, they would go to one of those YouTube heel class. Aoyama decide to join the squad but it’s okay he’s fabulous.

💥 They applies for a new and quite popular dancer/choreographer named L/n Y/n who posts all her dances on YouTube. The dance was quite erotic and the choreo was to “Kitty Kat” by the one and only Queen B.

💥 All the upcoming superheroes had so much fun and the fact that your personality was so contagious made you instantly become apart of the gang.

💥 When the video was uploaded, Mina and Hagakure made the entire class sat down and watch the whole thing.

💥 Everyone hyping up everyone’s dancing and at the end, that’s when everybody saw you.

💥 Bakugou couldn’t tear his eyes off of your form. The way you went on your knees to the camera in your oversized graphic tee and knee high boots. Your chest down, back arched and ass to the ceiling, swinging in oscillation.

💥 If his heart didn’t burst then it definitely did when you did that twerking combo on your knees with no hand assistance.

💥 Got knees like Meg ahh 👅

💥 Within a few days Mina announced that you’ll be visiting the campus to see all of the girls. Boy, did that make Katsuki both anxious and angry.

💥One, because he barely knew you but had these feelings that seem like a bother. And two, Mineta was planning to get handsy when you arrive. He planned on locking the purple pervert in the boys’ shower until you leave.

💥 When you arrived, he spent all his energy avoiding you when you entered the dorms, making the excuse to go train to steer his mind from you. But by All Might, were you beautiful. You managed to capture all his attention with your alluring eyes, warm smile and confidence.

💥 His plan went great until he encountered you in the kitchen after training. Actually he bumped into you as you moved out of the way to close the fridge you were raiding, a growl rumbling out of his chest automatically.

💥 You turned around to apologize but he brushed you out of the way. The explosive blonde didn’t reach far as you unconsciously grabbed his hand observing a bruise he got from daydreaming while practicing.

💥 “Will you fucking let go of me! I don’t need no extra’s hands on me!” Trying to rip his hand from your vice grip.

💥 “Hey! Hey! Calm the fuck down I’m just trying to put this on it.” You rummaged through your little bag to find some gel that looked like Neosporin.

💥 He stopped for a second because you actually cursed at him and not only that your voice sounded so angelic even saying the curse word. Taking the opportunity, you dragged him to the bathroom in order to tend to his hand before he came back to his senses and started yelling.

💥Mans was puffing his chest and talm bout he needed no help but you tightened the grip around his hand and gave him the look that your mama gives you when you’re acting out. That’d shut him up.

💥Come to find out you have a healing quirk that work when you massage the physical area, you made work of his hand. In the end, his hand was absent the purple reddish welt that was there before. He grumbled out both a thanks and an apology under his breath.

💥 “You can apologize by taking me out on date.” Your lips quirking as the blush of his ears traveled on to his cheeks.

💥 His resolve: thrown out of the window. His mouth: stammering and cursing like crazy. His answer: “Fine but you’re choosing the damn place since you asked!”

💥 *cue Mineta and Denki screaming because they were stalking you guys*.

#bnha #bnha bakugo x reader #bnha bakugou #bnha bakugo katsuki #mha #mha x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #katsukibakugou #poc writers #my hero academia #boku no hero headcanons #katsuki bakugo headcanons

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elaboratedbee · 4 years

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Bigby x Reader

Request For: @strawberry-kitty-kat

Pairing: Bigby Wolf x Female Reader

Summary: the big bad wolf makes it his mission to warm you up, and find out who you are.

Rating: E

Word Count: 6,206

Note: whoo, my first request! :)

A Dream Of Spring

Bigby

The first time that he saw her, it was in the elevator. Sees her was a slight overstatement, considering that her face was obscured by the overflowing cardboard box that she was holding in both arms, papers, files and stationary balanced precariously on top of one another. “Hold the elevator, please!” She called out, and her voice was unfamiliar to him. Wordlessly, he complied and stuck out a foot to jam between the sliding metal doors, triggering them to open up once more.

Exhaling a sigh of relief, she hurried into the elevator beside him and now that they were standing side-on, he could regard her properly. Her face was still not one that he registered seeing before, and he thought to himself that she is striking enough that he would have remembered the first time. “Thanks,” she offered him a smile, which is genuine though slightly strained and he offered her a nod in return, his mouth occupied with his cigarette as he pressed the button for the business office.

Bigby usually felt comfortable in silence, preferred it, even, but he felt compelled to introduce himself. Maybe it was because he found her so beautiful. He knew he would remember her and he wanted him to remember him too, desperately so. “Going to the business office?” He questioned gruffly, exhaling smoke into the little metal box.

“Yes, it’s my first day,” she replied, which Bigby supposed explained the box of things. He connected the dots in his head as the elevator doors hauled themselves open once more with a groan of protest. It was a wonder the rusty contraption hadn’t broken down already.

“You’re Snow’s replacement, her assistant?” It was barely a question as he asked it, considering that he already knew the answer and his tone was flat, “I’m going to speak to her now, I’ll show you in.” Bigby reached over and took the box from her arms, seeing that she was now straining slightly under the weight of copious books and stacks of paper. As he did so, their fingertips brushed ever so slightly, and a shock travelled through his body. They were freezing.

“Sorry, I’m a little cold,” she apologised immediately, seemingly embarrassed by the incident as she hurriedly shoved her hands deep into her pockets. Bigby regretted letting his expression of surprise show so clearly on his face and masked it, though it was too late.

A little cold? Sure, it was December, but it wasn’t cold in the building. Shrugging it off, he waved her apology away and they began walking down the hallway. “Takes more than a little cold to bother me,” he assured her, his words slightly muffled from his cigarette now that his hands were full with the box.

“How’s that?” She asked curiously, and he was surprised again at the question. Most of the Fables would have known the answer, seen or heard about what he was capable of.

Setting the box down so that he could open the door to the business office, he removed his cigarette so that his words were now crystal clear.

“Haven’t you heard? I’m the big, bad wolf.” He answered her in a low voice, swinging the door open and swiping the box off of the ground once more. To his slight annoyance, she proceeded to laugh at him and follow him into the large office.

“Alright, well, right now the ‘big, bad wolf’ is carrying my desk toys, so I’m not exactly shaking in my boots.” She teased him, and that startled a small smile out of the Sheriff. It wasn’t often that he came across someone who taunted him in good faith the first time they met him. The more common reaction to his presence was fear, anger, or some combination of the two. The office was empty, meaning Snow must have stepped out to take care of some matter or other and inexplicably, Bigby felt a small spark of excitement at being alone with the new assistant for a little longer.

“What I am scared of,” she continued, sitting down on top of the desk and swinging her legs where they didn’t meet the ground, “is my first day on the job. You’re the Sheriff, you must know Snow pretty well, right? Is there anything in particular that I should do, or more importantly, not do? Like does she hate grammar errors or have an allergy to desk plants or something?” She stopped talking all of a sudden, and her pale cheeks made the light flush breaking out on them obvious. She flashed him an embarrassed smile to apologise for her nervous rambling.

Bigby couldn’t help but stare, listening intently to her every word. The way her legs swung was almost child-like, she seemed so innocent. He was struck by the desire to pick up her box of things again and walk her out of this place before she saw anything less than pleasant. The business office was a hell of a lot less corrupt than it used to be, but the nature of the crimes and issues discussed in this room were still oftentimes disturbing. He didn’t want her to see that.

Or maybe, he didn’t want her to see him like that.

“You’ll be fine,” he cursed himself for his absolute ineptitude as she listens to his utterly pathetic piece of advice. Was that supposed to be reassuring? She was going to think he was some kind of psychopath. Reminding himself that was exactly how he was meant to be perceived, Bigby finally extinguished his cigarette and looked away.

To his surprise, when he turned back, she was smiling. “Thank you.”

Bigby could tell when someone was lying and when someone was being ingenuine, and to his absolute disbelief, she was sincere. She stood from the desk and offered him a hand to shake, looking up at him with a sense of determination that didn’t shine as brightly as before. “You can call me Ro. I don’t feel as nervous anymore, now that I have you.” Her voice was bright and casual - it was nothing but an offhand expression of gratitude, but Bigby’s heart went still in his chest.

His hand enveloped her small one almost completely, each of her digits branding a searing coldness into his warm skin. Bigby didn’t want to let go, he wanted to keep them there until they were warm.

He didn’t.

They shook hands and pulled away, and she turned away from him and started pulling things out of the box, placing them on the wooden surface with care. Dumbstruck, Bigby stood like a statue for what felt like an hour but was thankfully only seconds, before he turned and walked away. Slowly, he closed his palm into a fist, swearing that he could still feel her hand in his. Whether that was from the cold, or for another reason, he didn’t want to consider.

The wolf was already out of the building before he realised that he hadn’t even accomplished what he meant to do in the business office. He resolved to do it at another time, and as he raised a packet of cigarettes, he couldn’t help but smile just ever so slightly. If he tried, he could pretend it was the prospect of a cigarette and not the prospect of seeing her again.

It was the next day before he finally got around to tracking Snow down again, and as he headed down the corridor to the business office, he could hear the faint sound of laughter behind the door. It was rare to hear Snow laugh at work, and he knew it must be Ro’s doing. Bigby didn’t know why he was getting nervous before he opened the door, he’d never been that way before, even when he knew he was on his way to be reprimanded by the deputy mayor herself.

The Sheriff opened to door to a scene of veritable chaos. The new assistant was precariously balanced on one of the bookshelves, as Bufkin hovered nearby, concerned. Snow was laughing as she pulled one of the heavy ladders up to the shelves and he caught the tail-end of a discussion before they noted his entry.

“- would’ve been fine, these bookshelves aren’t too hard to climb.”

“Next time that Bufkin is asleep on the job, you wake him up. Or, at least use a ladder.” Even if Snow was telling both of her teammates off, her voice was full of amusement for the two of them. With a triumphant grin, Ro swiped the desired book off the shelf before obediently returning to the ground via the ladder that Snow had provided. As he feet hit the ground, she saw him over Snow’s shoulder and her face brightened with a smile.

It made Bigby’s chest feel tight, that she was happy to see him.

Snow turned around and gave him a wave, which he returned with a nod. Making his way over to the deputy mayor, he tried not to be distracted by the sound of his obsession’s voice, discussing some sort of financial matter with Bufkin as he reported to Snow. The princess preferred to be kept in the loop about the happenings of Fabletown, considering the criminal ongoing of the community often affected who walked in and out of her door needing a favour, and Bigby was happy to comply. Snow had proved herself a worthy partner, and mayor, many times over.

Once they were finished, Bigby turned to leave slowly, hoping that he could think of some reason to stay a little longer, an excuse to speak to her. It would turn out that wasn’t necessary, as a call of his name met his ears. Ro waved him over to her desk and he raised his eyebrows at the sight. No wonder that box had been so damn heavy for her, the surface was covered in trinkets and ornaments.

A garish mug that held her pens proclaimed, “I love NY!” Next to that, a glass jar of candies with the lid off, an offering to anyone waiting to see Snow. It was an odd and thoughtful gesture that he didn’t recall seeing anywhere before in Fabletown. An elegant wooden picture frame faced away from him, preventing the wolf from seeing the picture inside, sparking his curiosity. Besides the frame sat a small but ornate snowglobe, and he was afraid to pick it up, fearing that he’d be too rough and break it. Finally, a gathering of tiny plant pots congregated in the corner; a succulent, a Chinese money plant and a cactus.

He huffed in amusement at the sight of it, “that is the ugliest fucking mug I have ever seen.”

Ro scowled at him, but her eyes were sparkling. “Shut up, Bigby, this is a very impressive collection, alright?”

“I’ll take your word for it,” The wolf’s words were sarcastic, but he raised an eyebrow in question, betraying his curiosity. He ended up leaning against the desk, fixated on her as she told him the story behind every object.

The mug was the first thing that she had bought after everything that happened, ending with all of the Fables moving to the city.

The sweets, she explained, were for anyone who was mad at having to wait in a line for so long and especially for Toad’s son, who was, “extremely adorable,” according to her.

Her tone was soft as she remarked on the snow globe, describing it only as, “a gift,” in a small voice that made Bigby want to find whoever had made her feel that way and rip their arms off of their body. Without thinking, he reached out and placed his hand on her shoulder. Once again, she was positively freezing to the touch, and this time he even felt minute tremours wracking her frame. Looking up to meet his eyes, she didn’t pull away from him for a long moment. It was nice, to not be feared.

The tension between them mounted, but he found himself unable to pull away from her. Thankfully, she did and brushed over the photograph, reaching for the cactus instead. “This reminds me of you.” She stated factually, holding it up to him.

“How?” Bigby questioned, falling into her trap and watching the mischievous grin of delight appear on her face.

“Prickly,” she laughed when he responded by flipping her off, which only made it worse.

Bigby had to leave after that, heading over to one of the many bars in Fabletown to break up some sort of fight that was breaking out. After receiving a call from the owner, who had yelled down the phone that if Bigby didn’t get there soon then there wouldn’t be a bar left to save, he knew he was in for a fight. Fables didn’t give up easy, especially when they were pissed and drunk. It was not going to be a pleasant evening.

When he returned home much later, with blackened eyes and bleeding knuckles, he stopped by his office to grab some case files before heading up to his room.

There on his desk was the little cactus.

A kind of warmth that started in his stomach crept through his body like it was travelling in his veins, reaching his heart and making it hurt. This was bad. Bigby had it really, really, bad.

The next time that he saw her, it was snowing. A soft dusting of white was beginning to layer on the sidewalks and rooftops outside of the business office, where she stood on the side of the road. Darkness was falling as she attempted to hail a cab, but rush hour traffic meant that she could be waiting for a little while. Approaching, Bigby noted that she was shaking, even more violently than the last time they had met and frowned to himself. “Ro,” he greeted her, as not to frighten her as he came closer.

“Bigby!” She greeted him with a wide smile, despite her chattering teeth.

“It’s getting dark. I’ll wait with you.” He stated, leaving no room for an argument or dispute. Fabletown was a shithole and he wasn’t about to abandon her on the side of the road as dusk fell. She heard his tone and didn’t bother to put up a fight, opting to instead enjoy his company. Once again, she shivered and Bigby couldn’t take it anymore. Uncaring if he was crossing any boundaries, he shrugged off the long coat that he wore in the Wintertime and draped it over her shoulders, still warm from the heat of his body. He was a wolf, he didn’t exactly run cold.

Her mouth fell open in surprise at the sudden weight around her shoulders, and she glanced at him with wide eyes. “You’ll be cold,” she protested, but the shivering had stopped. Bigby would do it a hundred times over.

“I’ll be fine. You’re fucking freezing at the best of times,” he pointed out and she sighed with disappointment at the reminder. It made him curious. “Is there a reason?” He pushed for more information and didn’t receive an answer. The silence stretched out between them and he immediately regretted his decision to ask. After a minute, he felt a pressure at his side.

She was leaning against him.

Bigby felt a surge of panic as he wondered if she could hear his heart beating rapidly in his chest when she was so close like this, which only made it beat faster. Her cold frame was tucked into his side, and he thought he might die on the spot. “I don’t want you to get cold,” her voice was soft. Bigby didn’t care that her temperature didn’t exactly provide him with any real warmth, the hot blood rising in his cheeks was enough to make him feel warm with embarrassment. He counted his blessings that her eyes remained on the street ahead, scanning for a cab.

Eventually, one pulled up on the curb and Bigby stepped forward, opening the door for her. Taking off his coat, she folded it carefully before handing it back to him. So careful with his things, she treated the old, beaten coat like it was of the finest silk. She stepped inside the car and he lingered for a moment, arm resting on the door, the freezing metal no different from Ro’s body temperature.

“Goodnight, Bigby.” She hesitated before leaning up and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. Her lips were like ice and he wondered how they weren’t blue. He liked it anyway. Stepping back and shutting the door, Bigby waited on the sidewalk until the taxi was long out of sight before he turned and headed indoors.

He was starting to like the cold.

That night he couldn’t sleep. He had so many questions about who she was, what her Fable was, that it was impossible to take his mind of her as he laid awake in his chair, his eyes fixated on the ceiling. He knew that it must be something to do with her temperature - how else could she be so freezing to the touch all the time? She was constantly shivering and shaking, and it only seemed to be getting worse each time he saw her.

Closing his eyes, he remembered how she felt against his side. Her touch was addictive, worse than the nicotine in his cigarettes. Every time that they came close, it made him need it all the more. His fingers came up to hover over his cheek, where he had kissed him. In his mind, she hadn’t stepped into the cab at all. In his mind, he had taken her into his arms there and then, and kissed her senseless. She would be here in his apartment, pressed up against him and they would be more than warm as -

Bigby shook his head fervently to rid himself of the thoughts, feeling guilty. Tomorrow, he would get answers, he promised himself.

The sun hadn’t fully risen in the sky as he left his apartment the following morning. Heading straight for the business office, he wasted no time in using his keys and opening the door. Switching on the lights, he stepped into the room and looked around. “Bufkin?” He called out, wondering if the winged creature would be present, or awake. There was no answer, so he headed toward the stacks.

This was going to be difficult, considering he didn’t even know her name. That made using the mirror a fruitless task, and while what Bigby was doing by looking her up wasn’t exactly moral per se, looking at her while she was most likely asleep was not a good idea.

Heading over to her desk, he wondered if she would have her real name somewhere. Bigby didn’t spot it, and he was distracted by her collection of things. A fond smile crossed his face, and he picked up the little snowglobe, holding it carefully in his palm. Inspecting it more closely, it was a field covered in snow, and in the centre, there were two figures. A boy and girl, who seemed to be dancing, while he played the flute. Shaking it, he watched the glittery flakes dance and flurry around the little glass sphere.

Thankfully, he had placed it down on the desk before a cough resounded from behind him. “Fuck!” He swore as he spun around to see Bufkin, swallowing his surprise and glaring instead.

“Bigby?” The flying monkey was surprised to see him, “what are you doing?”

“Well,” Bigby hesitated before explaining, which is exactly how he knew what he was doing was a terrible idea, “I was trying to find Ro’s fable. But I don’t know her real name.”

“Ah, I see,” Bufkin seemed thoughtful before he answered, “as always, if you find her real name then I will help you as much as I can, but I can’t help but suggest that you ask her. I’m not sure that she’ll appreciate if you find out without her knowing.”

Hanging his head, Bigby sighed, “I know.” Considering the way he did his job, Bigby wasn’t much used to having the truth withheld from him for long. In the instances when it was, he had never done nothing about it. This was different, he should know that. Looking back at the desk, he saw the space where the cactus used to be and felt ashamed. She had been kinder to him than anyone he had ever met, the first person not to assume he was every bit the beast he once was, and he was already proving to her that she should have treated him like a monster all along.

Bufkin patted his shoulder warily, seemingly relieved that the wolf had come to his senses. Bigby started to walk away from his desk when the sound of keys entering the lock made him freeze. At that moment, Bigby had two options. He could stand there and face whoever it was head-on, or he could try and hide. It was fight or flight, and Bigby had never been much of a flyer.

Upon realising that the door was already open, the person on the other side entered the room. Of course, it was Ro. She stared at him in surprise, obviously shocked to see him in the office so early and without the presence of Snow. “Bigby?” The confusion was evident in her tone, “can I help you with anything?”

His guilt intensified. Only she would assume he was here for a noble cause, for a case he was working on or an urgent business matter. Of course, her first question would not be what he was doing but how she could help. He didn’t know how he ever thought he could deserve a chance with her. Well, this was his chance to ruin it.

“I came here to find your fable. I wanted to know who you are.” Bigby stated bluntly, and he watched as her face fell. Her usually bright eyes went dim, and her ever-bright smile went cold. It was a crushing pain, but it was almost tinged with relief. He had known he wasn’t good enough, known that he was a monster.

At least now that she knew, he could stop pretending.

She didn’t say anything as he walked past her and left.

You

The slam of the door shutting behind him rang in your ears, as you struggled to process the information. You feel tears beginning to sting your eyes, and you’re glad that the wolf walked out so that he didn’t see them. How could he do that to you?

You keep your gaze on the floor as you head to your desk, embarrassed by the display of emotion and not wanting Bufkin to see them. Slamming your papers down on your desk a little harder than you would normally, you sat down and tried to work, but the words were blurry in front of you. Bufkin is quiet behind you, offering a few words of consolation, “If it helps, Miss, he didn’t succeed. In fact, he stopped what he was doing of his own accord before you arrived.”

It was nice of Bufkin to try and comfort you, but his words didn’t fix things, and you were afraid of what kind of sound would come out if you opened in your mouth. You started your paperwork in silence and went about confirming Snow’s schedule for the day until she arrived later. As soon as she arrived, she could tell that something wasn’t right. You greeting was a little quiet, your smile not as genuine, no matter how much you tried to put up a front.

I guess I’m not like Bigby, you thought to yourself bitterly, I can’t pretend to be someone I’m not.

Snow didn’t comment on the situation until after you’ve left and returned from the office, delivering papers to the thirteenth floor. When you returned, it was obvious that Bufkin must have reported to Snow what had happened by the pitying look in her eyes. “Don’t,” you pleaded with her, not ready to talk about it and too embarrassed to explain.

“Okay,” she agreed, before biting her lip. “I’ve known Bigby a long time, and you know what that means for a Fable. I’ve seen him grow and change from a heartless monster into a man that cares about Fabletown - maybe even more than anyone else. But he has a funny way of showing it. He yells, and he fights and he pushes everyone away, but at the end of the day, he’s the one out there in the dead of night keeping us safe.”

“What’s your point?” You asked and your voice was tired.

“My point,” she continued patiently, “is that Bigby as a friend is a lot like Bigby as a Sheriff. Even though he pushes you away, he really cares. Now, I think that’s something worth fighting for, and I do, God knows we’ve argued in the past. That doesn’t mean you have to, but it would mean a lot to me if you’d consider it.” After she was done, she continued with her business, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

That woman was a damned good politician.

The next few days were torture. Bigby avoided the business office, and you avoided him. His presence in the Woodlands was already scarce, but now it seemed that he was never home. The few glimpses of him you caught in hallways were brief, and neither of you met one another’s eye line. The closest you come is when you see him enter the elevator as you walk into the building.

This time, you didn’t call for him to wait and he doesn’t.

But you did meet his eyes, not on purpose, as the doors were closing and it made your throat constrict. They were filled with guilt. For a split second, you think of saying something, anything. Of calling his name and having it out right then. But the doors closed, and he was gone again. You started to shiver, feeling colder than you ever have before.

The next time you saw him, you thought that he was dead. He was collapsed in a chair in the business office, as Doctor Swineheart’s elegant fingers moved back and forth. He performed surgery like he was playing the harp, his digits moving surely and gracefully across the strings, the thread following his crescendos up and down, in and out of Bigby’s skin. You wanted him to open his eyes so badly that you could no longer breathe. You closed your eyes and wished you had called out at the elevator. You called out now.

“Bigby!”

Snow, Bufkin and the Doctor turned to look at you. The latter didn’t bat another eye, simply returning to his suturing while the other two gave you a sympathetic glance, but their concern was lying in front of them. As you got closer, you could see the rise and fall of his chest underneath all the blood, and you felt all of the air leave your lungs. The relief was crushing you, and you could have wept if you were able to take your eyes off of him.

“Bigby,” you whispered again, and it’s a broken hush at this point. Reaching out your hand to touch him, you stopped yourself, withdrawing. Your hands were ice, they wouldn’t be any comfort to him. Useless.

At the sound of your voice, he stirred. Eyelids flickering ever so slightly, a low and pained grown escaped his battered mouth. The Doctor was apparently done with him, even though there seemed to be copious amounts of blood to deal with and stood up. “No silver,” he announced, and his tone was calm enough to reassure you all, “he’ll be just fine. I could waste my breath and tell him to take it easy, but I think we all have better things to do.” A chorus of gratitudes accompanied his exit and Snow sighed with frustration.

“He never learns,” she attempted to sound angry, but there was no heat behind it. “Can you take him upstairs? I need to deal with the culprits.” At this time, Bigby finally opened his eyes, taking in his surroundings with a slight air of panic. Once he recognised the faces around him, he calmed, but it was clear that his body is on fire from the pain. Nevertheless, he pushed himself to his feet, clenching his teeth to prevent the howl of pain from escaping. Rushing forward, you placed yourself underneath his shoulder, and he couldn’t help but lean on you for support. Together, you managed to stumble to his apartment, and you patted him down for his keys. Retrieving them from his front pocket, you managed to open the door and turn on the light, revealing the cramped apartment.

It suited him.

You managed to push Bigby into the only available armchair and stood in front of him. Tiredly, he met your eyes and offered you a bloody mockery of a smile. It was a horrible sight.

“Shame they had to go and ruin your pretty face,” you broke the silence, too worried and horrified to put up any defences against the man. Not tonight. You cupped his swollen jaw with one of your hands and he let out a strangled moan, leaning into the touch.

“You ‘fink I’m pretty?” His voice was a slur, due to his broken nose, cut mouth or some combination of the two. At least he hadn’t lost his sense of humour. The pain was making him more candid, you thought. “S’nice,” he continued, “like an icepack.” You realised he was talking about your hands and gave him a strained laugh. At least you could be somewhat helpful. Using the other one to cover his bruised knuckles, you let a silence fall between you again. It wasn’t awkward, anymore. You supposed a near-death experience could do that.

Ignoring his growl of protest, you eventually moved away to grab supplies. A glass of water, towels and real ice. He seemed deeply disappointed in your decision to bring him water of all things. “Whiskey,” he demanded.

“You know what, how about when you can walk over there and pour yourself a glass, you can have some?” You drawled and he let out a frustrated huff, letting his head drop back against the back of the chair. Slowly, you cleaned the blood away, starting with the cut on his forehead and making your way downward. You applied ice to his bruised lip, and slowly and carefully dabbed at the blood from his bullet wounds. It seemed endless.

“Jesus, Bigby.” You breathed out, the metallic scent of blood was thick in the air.

“I’m sorry,” his voice was quiet, unlike how you’d ever heard it before, it was almost frightening.

“Don’t be, you did your job and -”

“Not that.” He cut you off, and stared up at the ceiling, unable to meet your eyes.

“I know.” You cleaned the last of the blood from his chest and decided to wait a while to change the bandages, even though they were already soaking through with blood. After disposing of any blood-soaked materials, you returned to the wolf and carefully pushed his hair back from his forehead.

“Can I do anything else?” You asked, and he flinched at the words. Perhaps it reminded him of the argument you had, or perhaps he was just in too much pain.

“Stay,” his voice was certain, his tone commanding, but his eyes were pleading. Begging. How could you refuse? You sat on the arm of the chair, close by his side as if your mere presence would heal him. Even in the short time that had passed, he looked considerably better than he had when you’d seen him lying on the table, especially without the excess blood staining his skin. With great effort, he turned one of his hands so that it was lying palm up. You knew what he wanted, and you slid your hand into his. He hissed at the temperature, and you wondered if the fact that you’re worried sick makes it worse.

“Bigby,” your voice was slow, and it felt like a loaded question when you asked him again, “can I do anything, else?” He clenched his jaw like he was trying to stop himself and can’t, sitting up and leaning close to you, until your lips were an inch away from his. For a long moment, he said nothing, just stared at you while you breathed one another in. He’s alive, you thought, and I’ll never forget it. Eventually, he closed his eyes like he couldn’t bear to look at you anymore.

“Kiss me,” his voice was hoarse. With pain or vulnerability, you didn’t know. But you complied, leaning forward and meeting his lips. He pushed hard and fast, like he had been starved of you for too long, but you pulled back and kept it soft. His poor mouth had been bleeding not too long ago, and you didn’t want to hurt him more. You could tell he didn’t care. Your hands came up to cradle his face, one under his rough jaw and the other firmly gripping his hair. You held him like he was fragile and precious and loved. Slowly, the temperature of your hands started to rise, unnoticeable at first. As you placed gentle kisses on his mouth, and then his cheeks, one on his crooked nose and along his bruised jaw, you felt yourself grow warm, for the first time in your life. It was indescribable.

“Your hands,” Bigby covered one with his own, marvelling. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you acclimatised to the feeling of not feeling cold, feeling pain, wracked with shivers. The wolf raised a hand to wipe them away, letting himself linger on your cheeks now that they weren’t freezing to the touch.

When you were ready, you took a breath and explained to him who you were. “Snegurochka is my real name. You can probably see why I shortened it. But the more common name is The Snow Maiden. I was made of snow by an old couple, they were beautiful. Kind and generous and good, but they could have no children. When Father Frost saw how sad they were, he made me real, so that I could be a daughter to them. But I could never,” you paused, struggling to explain, “I was always cold. I felt cold all of the time, no matter how much I loved them. Soon, I found a new kind of love. At least, I thought that was what it was. I think I just wanted to feel it so badly that I made myself believe it. A boy from the village played music for me, and we played in the snow, enjoying Christmas. When Spring came, I thought that our love would be enough. He led me to the village, to the edge of the woods that I had lived in my whole life. I ignored every warning and stepped out into the Sun. It was an indescribable pain, and I could not follow him.”

Bigby stared at you in silence, listening intently. “The next Winter, I waited to see him again, in the woods. But when I saw him, he had taken another. They played together in the snow, where we once did, and I thought then that I would be cold forever.” Your voice trembled as you recounted the story of your heartbreak before you looked at him.

“But you, you kissed me and meant it. You broke the spell. That’s why I didn’t want to tell you before, about who I was. To be honest, I think I was hoping that you would.” It was a lot to take in, and Bigby seemed speechless for a long moment. Wordlessly, he pulled you close and pressed a hard, forceful kiss to your lips.

“Never again,” he promised, “you’ll never be cold again.”

It was a fairly hard task that Bigby had undertaken that night, but he went about it dutifully. You still got cold far more easily than almost anyone else, your fingertips icy and the tips of your ears going red. The wolf liked to cocoon your hands within his, warming them up whenever the two of you stood still in the cold. Before you went outside in foul weather, he would drape a coat around you, or hang a scarf around your neck. More often than not, he would dress you in something of his. He didn’t admit it, but you were fairly sure he just liked to see you marked as his for the rest of the world to see.

It was sweet, the way he pressed kisses to your cold fingertips when nobody was looking and tucked you under his arm if the wind was howling, but really, the cold didn’t bother you anymore.

No matter how much the ice froze, the wind pushed, the rain poured and the snow danced, as long as you had Bigby, your love for him burned hot in your chest like a roaring fire, warming you from the inside out.

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Crash Course | Chapter 05: Priorities

Fandoms: Danny Phantom, Batman,

Relationships: Danny Fenton & Jazz Fenton, Danny Fenton & Jazz Fenton & Vlad Masters, Ember Mclain & Kitty, Danny Fenton & Cujo

Characters: Danny Fenton, Jazz Fenton,Cujo, Ember Mclain, Kitty, Lunch Lady, Younblood, Skulker, Johnny 13, Random ghosties mentions *boo*, Vlad Fucking Masters Everyone

Words: 6′582

Tags: BAMF Danny, Ghost zone shenanigans, Sibling bonding, Shenanigans, Swearing, Family dinners, Heteronormativity?? The fuck is that, Danny in Cosplay, Ghost King Danny,

Summary: He swore his sister was trying to make him go into cardiac arrest - considering his halfa status that was quite the accomplishment-

But there was no other explanation to his sister’s stubbornness, and if he knew her at all there was just no talking her down from interning at goddam Arkham.

A/N:

Some of you *coming here for the fights, angst and The Drama™ that a DP & DC crossover inevitably involves*: “Hey-”

Me *Trying to write fluffy shit to liberate and soothe my deranged soul from this mortal prison*: “S'up?”

-.-.-.-

This is so long compared to the other chapters. Whhy is this so loooong. UGH- It’s almost double the length of the first four chapters together? I thought it was less? This would have been bigger if I hadn’t posted chapter 4 first? What is happening

THIS IS ON AO3, IF ANYONE WOULD PREFER TO READ THERE. LOVE COMmENTs so if u have anything to say IwillBeReallyHappyYesThankU

CHAPTERS: 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7

-.-.-.-

Phantom was currently drifting on the Ghost zone trying to hunt down his next unsuspecting victim among the ghosts.

‘Oh, how the turn tables.’ the halfa chuckled.

Jazz had kept her word and after pulling an all-nighter they had come up with some interesting options.

Now he just needed to pull them off.

The sound of growling at his back made him freeze on his tracks. He turned around to look at the source of the sound.

“Oh,” Well, this certainly had not been on the plans. To stumble upon such a mighty beast this early on. He smiled. “Hi, Cujo!”

The happy barking that followed the greeting was rather endearing, normally whenever he crossed paths with the pup he would spare some time to play with him and teach him some tricks. After some months of the pup following him around and of the halfa trying to deny to anyone who would listen, especially Val, that the dog was not really his, Danny finally gave up and got him a new collar.

The little guy was quite spoiled nowadays.

Sadly, right now he was on a timeline.

“Sorry, bud. No playtime today, I’m on a rather tight schedule.” Phantom cooed softly, reaching down to briefly scratch behind the pup’s ears.

Cujo sat on his hind legs, paws in the air and tail wagging, effectively cutting off his path.

Not like he couldn’t try to fly around, mind you, but with a dog that could go gigamax on your ass, it was better to just talk your way out.

Just when Danny was about to open his mouth the pup upgraded to excited wiggling on the non-existent floor of the zone.

The halfa sighed to himself. Fond smile growing without his explicit permission.

“Cujo-” he tried, just to be interrupted again. “And there goes the whining, Oh. My. God.”

The boy covered his face with his hands, not daring to look until the sounds stopped completely. After a moment, he finally took a peek from between his fingers.

Sad, puppy dog eyes were looking up at him, small little whine making a comeback.

Fucking shit.

He was going soft.

-.-.-.-

“Match head.”

The sound of the nickname momentarily dragged Ember’s full attention from the tuning of her guitar to the new arrival.

“Baby Pop.” She took notice of the green puppy posing as a hat on the white-haired boy’s head and snorted, eyes going back to the guitar. “Blessed the eyes. You going Cruella on us now or what?”

“Please,” The boy jested. “Like we need a remasterized skulker around here.”

“At least the woman did it for fashion.” She hummed. “You would make a horrid carpet, you are too fucking skinny.”

“Excuse you, bitch.” Phantom shot back, irritation clear on his voice. Ember rejoiced on it.

She faked a gasp,“ Are you saying you want Skulky to make you into a rug, baby pop? Scandalous!”

“T-that’s not-!” the halfa spluttered before Ember cut him off.

“What do you want, cupcake? It’s not like you to venture so far into the Zone willingly unless you are looking for blood.” She questioned, carefully putting her guitar back in the case.

The boy huffed.

“Whatever, Ashley,” he grumbled under his breath. “I think it’s time we revisited the terms of our agreement ” The boy sat by her side nonchalantly, not noticing — or outright ignoring — the sudden rise in temperature as the girl’s blue hair flared violently, a deep frown marring her face.

Cujo did notice. But the little doggo was more distracted with the movement of the pretty light-emitting hair, and the fluffiness of the hair on his current method of transportation to register the imminent danger to his fur.

Priorities.

“Revisit? You want to fucking revisit?” She growled. “I will tell you what you can fucking revisit-!”

The halfa just laughed at her reaction. Ember’s hair doubled in length. The laughter died off.

Her hand was getting dangerously close to her guitar.

Danny swallowed hard, deciding to just get on with it before Ember tried to use the instrument as a wanna-be war hammer again.

“It’s quite the contrary, my dear flaming hot,” he rushed to appease her “I want to expand on it,” he said, throwing in a sickeningly sweet smile for good measure.

He hoped it was enough to regain her attention in a more positive light. He didn’t want to explain to Jazz why his ghost form’s eyebrows were singed off. Again. He didn’t have time for more lectures. Thank you.

Luckily, If the hair-inferno reducing to a cheerfully blazing bonfire and the growing smirk taking over ember’s face was any indication he had succeeded. Cujo whined for the loss. Danny wanted to squeal for the win.

He did not. But it was a very close thing.

“Oh ho, now we are talking, baby pop.”

-.-.-.-

The window of opportunity to pull this off was very small. He had to take into account the amount of time that had passed since the last fight, the reason for the aforementioned fight, and how much of an emotional investment the objective really held for it to be a proper detonator.

This operation required surgical precision, which meant a lot of preparation. And research.

It was a good thing it happened so often.

“I will be direct with you, sister,” Phantom spilled, sprawling himself on the free seat on Kitty’s right side. “your bitch boyfriend doesn’t know the jackpot he hit with you and that just ain’t gonna fly.”

knowing where Kitty would end up after a fight with Johnny was not a problem. tracking down which bar she was going to be crashing for the aftermath was the real problem.

Danny hadn’t even known there were bars in this place.

In the last months of his treaty with one Ember Mclain, he had learned plenty of- interesting facts about the Zone that he would prefer to forget. Not that he really had an option, Jazz had taught him early on that information on the enemy — and sometimes on friends —was a valuable asset to ensure victory.

So he would play dumb about knowing these things. But he would not forget about them.

Couldn’t afford to forget them.

If the Ghost Writer pulled another surprise quiz on him and the answers were less than perfect the man would riot.

The halfa stretched out a hand to take a menu and leaned his elbows against the bar-top. Cujo chose that moment to leave his position on the teen’s head to sit next to his forearm so he could peer at the menu too.

He skipped the drinks section and went straight to the food. There was no way he was getting any alcohol.

Don’t get him wrong. They would serve him whatever the fuck he wanted if he asked for it on the zone, but the teen had tasted it before and hated it with a passion. Fuck the peer pressure. Never again. Good for when you are sad? Bitch, just get ice cream. Maybe he should have asked Ember for Kitty’s favorite flavor and save himself the hassle. Oh well.

Too late now.

Danny chose his order but decided to risk a look at the drinks for non-alcoholic options while he waited for Cujo to paw at whatever he wanted.

Kitty, who had been spluttering and getting progressively redder since he made his entrance, was about to smack him upside the head because even if it was true the brat shouldn’t just go saying it like it was any of his goddamn business. They were in the middle of a crowded bar, these people didn’t need any more confirmation for her relationship problems. Couldn’t she keep some dignity?

Before her hand could connect though, a pair of arms surrounded her, bringing her firmly into a backward hug against a warm chest.

A very familiar warm chest.

Startled, she looked up to stare into fiery green eyes.

“Cool it kitten,” Ember purred, clad in a leather jacket that was, most likely, scammed off some unfortunate soul. Still. She looked damn good. Kitty got so tongue-tied she couldn’t manage to even begin to stutter a response, let alone a protest. Danny took advantage of Ember’s intervention to finally place his first order. “Babycakes is right.” Ember continued, effectively cutting off all the air from kitty’s sails once and for all, because really, Ember was her best friend and if there was anyone who knew exactly how many times Johnny and Kitty had fought it was the blue-haired girl.

Kitty let out a defeated sigh and wiggled a little on the embrace to settle into it properly. Might as well get the best out of this-

“Oh, they have frappes!” Phantom trilled in awe. Kitty twitched.

If only Phantom would go away. Ugh. She couldn’t deal with males right now.

“Can’t you leave that thing alone?” Hissed Ember, who had seen the teen open the conversation with her kitty kat just to completely ignore her right after in favor of the menu. The bitch boy needed to focus, they were supposed to be on a mission here.

“Hey! You were the one calling me skinny earlier!” Remarked the teen, only to get a raised eyebrow back from the rockstar.

“As if a single frappe is going to fix that. Give me that!” She sneered at him and snatched the laminated paper from his hands. Phantom tried to snatch it back and failed. So he resorted to pouting and tried to give her the sad puppy dog eyes.

It wasn’t going to work with the matchstick, he knew, but it was good practice.

To pull this shit with Ember you had to be either Kitty, Youngblood, or an honest-to-god puppy. He was not risking ticking off Kitty more than he already had. Youngblood was not here — for obvious reasons—. Cujo was here and didn’t hate him, but sadly the dog wouldn’t be any help right now.

The pup was already accepting belly rubs from the waiters and completely ignoring the world around him.

Again: Priorities.

So really, Danny was just doing this for the sake of being extra.

While Ember and Danny continued with their dramatic standoff, the other girl blinked rapidly and turned her head towards Phantom.

“Oh” Kitty’s bad mood banished almost magically in favor of curiously peering at the teen’s figure. Danny fidgeted on his seat apprehensively.“I hadn’t noticed. You are really lean.” Ember snickered. Cujo — coming back from the belly rub induced coma — barked. Phantom sighed and just accepted defeat.

“I suppose that’s somewhat better-” He grumbled under his breath.

Kitty allowed a tiny smile to escape from her lips but shook herself slightly to get back on track. “What are you two even doing here anyway?” She asked, alternating glances between them.

“Pretty sure you already know,” Ember answered, rubbing her cheek against kitty’s green hair and sending A Look at Phantom. “Because someone is not subtle. at. all.” She ended with a hiss and a flare of her hair. Kitty winced lightly at the confirmation. Phantom rolled his eyes.

“Oh, Cry me a table, matchstick.”

Kitty knew alright. Ember made it her personal business to get involved in whatever petty fight Kitty got into, more so if it was about Johnny. Phantom getting involved in the aftermath — and not the fight itself — was new though.“It was just another stupid fight. And- You know, his obsession-”

“Nope. That’s no excuse, Kath.” Ember cut her off. “If you can work around yours for him, then so can he.”

“You can do better.” The teenage boy agreed while Ember continued squeezing her.

“What do you suggest then?”

Phantom and Ember exchanged a look, mirth flashing in their glowing green eyes and matching smirks growing bold, they turned to look back at Kitty. The green-haired girl gulped down her growing unease. In her experience, these two banding together was never a good thing for anyone.

“We are here to talk to you about the Remember Initiative.”

-.-.-.-

“Such a skinny boy!”

“Hey! I’m just lean-!” Phantom let out a yelp as he ducked under yet another juice box “What’s with you people and your obsession with my weight-! Ugh! If you would just listen-! Wait. Is that apple grape?” He said the last part in a hushed rush, looking in silent awe at one of the little juice boxes she was about to throw his way.

The Lunch Lady preened.

“Boxy got them for me! 100% Juice Fruit guaranteed!” She was radiating smugness about these facts.

“Oh my gosh- Wait! NO. That’s not what I came here for!” Danny managed to shake himself out of his stupor just in time to keep evading the Lady’s attempts to shove a spoon full of food down his throat while he was distracted with the juice.

The last time she had gotten a hold of him he had ended up feeling like one of his mom’s thanksgiving turkeys. Danny gulped. Best to just go for it and hope for the best.

“Did you know that there are 37.2 million people living in food-insecure households?!”

The screamed question froze the lunch lady on her tracks. At the look of horror his words achieved, he decided to keep going.

“1 in 6 American children don’t even know where their next meal is coming from.”

The lunch lady let out a horrified gasp, “Those poor children-!”

And with that, the woman exchanged her attempts at stuffing him for furious-but-mournful whisperings. She looked really constipated about this new information. Danny almost felt sad. Almost.

“There is a way to help, you know?”

The lunch lady’s head snapped back towards the half-ghost, eyes narrowed in a glare. Not the usual I’m-going-to-choke-your-skinny-ass-in-food glare, but an I’m-paying-attention-to-your-skinny-ass glare.

Danny refrained from openly cheering after sensing his upcoming victory. Better not chance it.

“Have you ever heard about old San Nicolas?”

-.-.-.-

“You know,” Danny murmured, slurping noisily from one of his juice boxes as he watched from a safe distance how Johnny and Skulker got wrecked by a pair of cute-murderous-girls, “I wasn’t expecting that to work so well.”

His only response was a pair of little barks from the green puppy that was happily squirming on his lap.

The boy paused on his watch to look down at Cujo. Danny extended one of his hands towards the puppy to carefully try to swat at him. The cub rolled onto his back and trapped Danny’s upcoming fingers between his paws with a playful growl, giving little nibbles to the appendage.

He couldn’t help the giddy giggles that escaped him.

Those little paws were precious.

At the sound of high pitched screams Danny’s head snapped back up to continue watching the ongoing smackdown, surrendering complete possession of his hand to Cujo to do as he pleased.

If the Initiative didn’t work out, both girls would do awesome on the wrestling circuit. Not like Ember lacked in the costume department.

Speaking of costumes, he wondered if the match stick would let him borrow her feathered hat. That thing was awesome.

Better just ask.

Once she was done throwing down with skulker, of course.

He was not about to become cannon fodder.

Priorities.

-.-.-.-

“Ahoy! me fellow comrades!! Your future Cap'n ’s talking!! I’m here on a recruiting mission to embark on the most perilous dangers of the Realms!! May ye, dear comrades, embark under your own risk! Arrrgh!! ”

Thanks to Youngblood’s presence the main residential area of Phantom’s keep was starting to become complete disarray. The adult ghosts were frantic for the possible kidnapping of the tiniest ghosts that was most likely going to happen. The children amongst them were cheering for the possible playtime in their future.

The guards were starting to panic. No one had seen the kid enter, much less bring along that enormous ship of his. The little brat was not supposed to be here!

“Who the freaking hell let Young Blood get in?!” One of the guards hollered.

“It’s fine, I invited him.” Came the cheerful reply from behind the guard. “I’m expanding the lair so the kids have more space to mess around. Just don’t tell them.”

The ghost was startled at the voice but didn’t panic anymore. Instead, they started to relax. They knew that voice, but they needed to confirm-

“P-Phantom?”

Phantom, in full cosplay and sporting the biggest feathered pirate hat on this side of the realms, landed lightly beside the startled ghost with a little chuckle, “Just play along, man.”

“Also, pretty sure there should be a ‘Lord’ in there somewhere.”

“I-I thought you preferred to not be called that, my lord?”

Phantom winced.

“Ah- No. It’s- You know what? Never mind, I keep forgetting you guys don’t really get updates of pop culture on this side of the coin” Phantom frowned. “I really should see about getting some wifi for this place”

He continued to murmur about the updates he would need to do to the tech to make that possible. But the guard was not paying attention to his words anymore.

They were staring speechless at the whole pirate get-up the halfa had managed to assemble. It had been mostly borrowed last minute — not that the guard knew that—. It looked really good. Especially the gold hoop earrings that kept swaying slightly alongside the fluffy white hair with every motion of Phantom’s head.

The guard let out a dreamy sigh.

Their Lord was so cute.

“How is everything going?”

“Wha-?” Getting suddenly pulled out of their daydreaming

“The preparations?” Danny hummed distractedly, diligently searching for his journal and pen among the numerous layers of clothing he had donned for the occasion. Why the fuck did this thing have so many pockets?

“Oh,” Came the ghost’s soft exclamation, suddenly remembering the requests the owner of the keep had left the last time he had come around. Finally emerging victorious from his search, Phantom turned to look at them, raising an eyebrow at the lack of proper explanation “Oh, yes! Everything is going smoothly, and we received the last confirmations this morning, sir.”

Danny smiled at the answer, completely unaware of the effect his playful smile had on the guard and the other ghosts that had started to converge there upon seeing their ‘landlord’. “Awesome.”

That was the last one.

-.-.-.-

Well, almost the last one.

He must admit that the shell shocked expressions on Sam and Tucker were funny the first few minutes.

But after having to repeat himself over and over again it had gotten increasingly less funny.

“Y-you are leaving?” Tucker stuttered.

Danny sighed, “Yes, we are leaving. As in, Jazz and me.”

After gaping at him for another few seconds, Sam finally gathered herself enough to start talking again.

“what about the ghost?”

“I- um- already took care of that,“ Danny mumbled, nervously avoiding eye contact while playing with his milkshake straw. “I also cashed in some debts and asked some favors from my allies, so most will be taken care of until we come back. Either way, I will leave enough Fenton Tech for the both of you and Val. Just in case.”

“Enough tech?” Sam repeated incredulously. “That’s it? Just leave some tech and jump boat just like that?” Danny frowned but refrained from answering her until he thought it through. Sam wouldn’t accept less.

Jump boat? That was not really the case. Jazz and he had really put some thought into this, heck even before the Internship on Loony Capital had come up — specifically, since Jazz’s breakthrough — the siblings had already been toying with ways to get some of the most persistent ghosts to back the fuck off, distract them with better and useful targets or entice them into submission.

At first, it had been a tentative thing, something fragile that they didn’t let themselves hope for. But with Jazz’s change of course of action, it had become something more urgent.

They had to pull it off. There were no other options.

Danny pursed his lips, then took a deep breath to strengthen himself for what was coming. “That’s not it-”

“You are just going to dump us.” She announced like it was final in a harsh whisper.

At least she was keeping her tone quiet.

“No one is getting dumped, Sam,” Danny tried to reassure her in the same tone of finality, sans the harshness. “I told you. We already thought this through. I already put some plans in motion and rigged some backups and- ok. Meaby they are not good enough to be permanent but-”

“You are going to put everyone at risk just because Jazz somehow got the ridiculous idea that ‘talking it out’ is the answer” She scoffed.

“Maybe it is. Maybe not. We won’t know until we try.”

“They are ghosts-”

“So am I.” Danny Interjected. Sam seemed to choke on her next words.

“You are not a ghost Danny.” She had, somehow, gained a tone even more quiet and harsh than her previous one.

“Aren’t I?” He was looking directly into her amethyst eyes. Daring her to fight him on this.

He already knew she wouldn’t.

She had opened her mouth to rebut but closed it immediately after. She took a long breath; most likely to prepare for her next rant than to calm herself. Weighing her options. She didn’t seem willing to have that particular conversation. Not yet. Danny had counted on that. “It’s still a goddamn risk.” She finally countered, a slight sliver of defeat coloring her words.

Maybe he had been a little harsh, but he needed her to understand. “There is risk in every choice I could make. This is not different-”

“What about us?”

Ok, so she was just getting her second wind. Fucking amazing. “Sam, please-”

“We are your friends!”

“And she is my sister!” He finally snapped.

She startled. Gazing at him speechless for a moment before standing up and storming out of her seat without a backward glance, making the people on her way part like the red sea. Leaving in her wake a bunch of curious persons staring after her and throwing shameless glances to their table.

So much for not causing a scene in the middle of the Nasty Burger.

The boys ignored the stares. They were already accustomed to being the focus of attention. Almost never positive, mind you. But that was what cleansings were for.

Tucker, who had been silent for most of the back and forth, finally spoke.

“She just needs time to cool off.”

The Fenton boy would be lying if he said he hadn’t seen this coming. Sam had always been very opinionated and believed herself to be right most of the time. In her defense, she usually was right and knew how to go about expressing it to her friends without resorting to this kind of standoff. This just appeared to have struck a nerve.

Living with her parents and having to fight for every single choice she wanted to make had left her on a constant defense mode that the boys had learned to navigate in their years of friendship. It hadn’t been easy for anyone. But neither Danny nor Tucker were perfect. They had their quirky shit to deal with.

The three of them stuck together and hadn’t bothered to try and expand their friend group that much over the years. Not like they had many options. But that was ok.

Until now.

With Danny leaving them the relative feeling of a support system was trembling at its foundation.

She was probably scared. So was Tucker if the wobbly but sincere smile he was giving him was any indication.

Danny had to admit that when he let himself think about it he got scared too.

They had been in the same boat for a while and parting ways was not something they had accounted for, not for the near future, at least.

In a weird way, they still would be in the same boat even after they were apart. Struggling to learn how to function without the other there. Sam and Tuck would have each other, they were resilient, he was sure they could cope. He would have Jazz like he always had, enough said. And they would keep going like they always did.

Tucker was right. She would come around. But-

Danny slumped on his seat, running a hand through his hair releasing a big sigh.

“Yeah, I know” He murmured looking pensively in the direction their friend had stormed off. “Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

“So, you are not mad?” Danny asked when he finally turned around towards Tucker.

“Nah, man. Just a little squeezy about dealing with this without you. But if your sister is really going to do this she is going to need you there.” Tucker shuddered a little bit. “I have never been there personally but if the social media and forums are not lying Gotham is a goddamn beast dude.”

The halfa hummed in agreement. Not like Amity Park didn’t have its own reputation on their corner of the internet, but still.

Gotham.

Danny took a sip from his milkshake before doing a mental check-list and frowning, “I’m starting to feel like I’m forgetting something” he whispered.

“Oh god, please don’t say that.”

“It’s okay,” Danny had made his best at planning, so his friends wouldn’t have to deal with the ghost in his absence. But with things like this, you never knew for sure. Not until it slapped you right across the face.“Probably just the paranoia.” ‘I hope’ he finished mentally with a weak laugh.

“Dude,” Tucker started before taking hold of his friend’s hand and squeezing it. “If you need help with anything I’m your man. just say the word.”

Tucker may not understand the full extent of the situation, but he was trying, and that meant a lot to the Fenton. He squeezed back and shot his friend a small but grateful smile.

“It’s ok. Thanks, Tuck-” He cut himself off, being interrupted by the sudden ding of one of Tucker’s devices.

The afro American boy ignored the sound though, in favor of putting his full attention on his friend, an action that demonstrated how serious he was with his words, but Danny was already lost in thought, staring intently at the briefly, but brightly, illuminated screen.

“Actually-” The halfa suddenly chirped, turning his full attention back to the boy across the table. Tucker just blinked back, waiting. Danny leaned forward dragging the other boy towards him so he could continue with a whisper. “You could help me with a pair of things.”

The mischievous smile Tucker was witnessing had come out of nowhere and couldn’t presage anything good, but as it was not aimed at him — necessarily — he couldn’t help but join in.

Several cities over, some of Gotham’s more infamous residents couldn’t find an explanation to the sudden shiver that ran up their spines.

-.-.-.-

When Danny made it back home he didn’t waste time tracking his sister down. She was down in the lab, typing away on the main computer and using one of her shoulders to keep her mobile pressed against her ear.

She was in the middle of a conversation and still managing to rewrite part of the ghost portal code like a pro.

His sister sure loved multitasking.

At the sound of the door closing behind the younger Fenton, Jazz looked up from the screen to shoot a brief smile to her brother before carrying on with her conversation.

“Yes. That’s perfect, I will be sending the three files then-”

The boy froze on his step and blinked a pair of times. She was already talking with one of the G. A. proctors? When he left this morning he had just dumped his proposals on Jazz for a second revision. He wasn’t expecting to have them sent already.

Hmm. Well, to be fair, he had rambled at Jazz about his projects relentlessly whenever he had a chance and didn’t feel like death warmed over.

Which weren’t many times. But once he got into a ramble it was an Olympic endeavor to shut him up. He was a Fenton. It was in their blood. Jazz did it too, even if she tried to chalk it up to healthy-and-completely-natural excitement.

So. Jazz already knew the contents pretty well, it was just a question of pulling off the presentation, which was the thing that Jazz was supposed to check over.

His sister had given him some tips, and even if his parents were not as invested in the writing process as in the practical, the fruit loop had more than enough experience doing it and didn’t give two flying fucks over whether or not Danny wanted his knowledge.

Danny knew monologing was an essential part of a villainous experience but he had spent way too much time listening to Vlad bitch about most of his employees to last him a lifetime.

Even little Madeline couldn’t stop the loneliness that had brought the madness. Danny had put so many hopes in the fluffy thing.

Letting out a resigned sigh the boy decided to just let it go and be grateful that his sister - who had more than five Universities fighting over her- deemed it acceptable already.

He liked writing his ideas down, but using formal language and fudging APA was fucking exhausting.

Good fucking riddance. He thought, shaking his head slightly and sending a light sneer in the computer’s direction. As if the files on it could feel his disdain from his position on the other side of the room.

Danny spotted some of her sister’s nail polish bottles by her side on the table and made a beeline for them and took most of the little bottles before retreating to a chair on the other side of the desk.

He had heard some of the cheerleaders saying that the nail polish helped to keep the nails from getting all fucked up quite as easily, and it had caught his attention.

Danny had looked down at his hands and winced. Normally he didn’t pay much attention to his nails, but ever since getting on a constant string of fights he was more aware of how easily the goddamn things could break on you if you didn’t trim them properly, and it hurt like a bitch every time. It always seemed to be the tiniest things that told you to ‘fuck off’ to your face like nothing else.

Danny guessed that it was worth the try. And if anything, putting some color on them would help hide some of the blood — and ectoplasm — that got under his fingernails.

So he tried it out.

By this point, he was not sure if it really helped or he was just fooling himself into thinking it did work. The only sure thing was that he didn’t feel comfortable going without it anymore.

Danny liked to borrow the clear nail protector from Jazz, but most of the polish he had in his possession had been previously Sam’s. All pastels and cheery colors that her mom kept insisting on buying her because they kept being used.

“Thank you, Miss Gordon!”

If she had bothered to pay more attention to her daughter’s friends for more than sneering at them she may have noticed Danny’s pastel pink nails. But she hadn’t. And that had just ensured Danny a constant supply of pastels to cover his bloodied nails with-

“So, how did it go?”

“Uh.” The boy startled at the sudden proximity of the voice. He looked up from his nails and to his sister, who was now seated beside him.

“The execution.” Jazz prodded, smiling at him in anticipation. It looked downright creepy, considering the words she used.

“Seriously Jazz?” He snorted. “You make it sound like I went there to dispatch murder at random.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” His sister scoffed, watching how her brother resumed painting his nails. “They are already dead. You couldn’t kill them any more than they already are.”

“I could certainly try.”

“Danny-”

��Let’s just say the all-nighter paid off, and leave it at that.”

“So you had fun.” She teased. Stealing back one of the bottles of polish to finish her own nails with a second coat.

“For the most part, but-” He stopped, struggling to find words to describe the sheer mayhem that went down in the zone-

Jazz just hummed and gave him a little nod, still focusing on her nails. Danny relaxed. He could tell her later. When he had cooled off some more from the attack-protect mode he got into whenever he visited the zone. Remembering it all right now would just set him off again.

“So, what do you want for dinner?” The redhead asked suddenly.

Danny blinked a pair of times, perplexed, and stole a look at the clock.“It’s a little late to be asking that, don’t you think?”

“I suppose, but I decided to wait for you and then got sidetracked with the files.” She really needed to work on her awareness of time. “Didn’t even notice the hour.”

“I don’t even remember what we have in the cupboards.”

“Maybe we could-” She didn’t manage to suggest something before she got interrupted by their mother’s voice.

“Dinner is ready!”

“They made dinner?” Danny whispered to Jazz in dread.

“So it seems,” she responded, sharing his dread.

“Why did they make dinner? They never make dinner!”

“I mean, they do for special occasions, like-” She shuddered. “Like thanksgiving.”

This was ridiculous. Jazz and he were normally the ones cooking. Their parents spent most of their time in the lab or trying to hunt down ghosts. Today was not a holiday. They hadn’t invented anything new worth the ‘celebration’. There wasn’t a reason for them to-

“Oh! and Vlad is here~!”

Danny slammed his face against the desk with a groan.

Jazz winced at the sound.

“Time to face the music, little bro” She closed the polish bottles and patted him carefully on the back a few times before standing up and going to the kitchen.

“I still feel like I’m forgetting something…” Danny grumbled under his breath before following his sister upstairs.

-.-.-.-

It was the last Friday of the month and this could perfectly be one of Jazz’s many attempts to make them a functional family unit.

Except that the Fenton girl had let said efforts slip in favor of pursuing her little brother’s scholarship.

Oh, And the fruitloop was here.

Vlad had weaseled into the family’s — unplanned — plans because of course, he did.

“Everything looks absolutely lovely Madeline.”

Jazz would have believed his words. If she hadn’t seen the man poke at the food on the table with the wariness of a man on the death warrant whenever mom was not looking.

The siblings had spent way too many family dinners doing the same thing whenever they couldn’t quite manage to keep the older Fentons off the kitchen. And even when they did, they didn’t lower their guard. The chance of contamination was always a latent threat to the house.

Jazz turned her head slightly to look at her brother. The boy was, very pointedly, not poking at his food and just watched it with all the scorn he could gather. He refused to do the same things as Vlad, which didn’t mean he was crazy enough to try and eat the food on his plate.

The dinner proceeded with making some catching up, abundant science talk, teasing, scathing remarks, sighing, and finally dissolved in a three-way match between the Fenton children and one Vlad Masters to see who could dispose of the food in the most sneaky way.

She had always wondered how the man survived with her parents for as long as he did back in their college years. She knew now.

“Oh! And Jazzrinces finally decided on a college! The G.S.A. is backing up her research on ghosts! Isn’t that incredible?!”

Vlad smiled blandly at Jack. Skillfully suppressing the sneer the man’s cheeriness was trying to invoke to his face. He had lots of practice.

“And Danny decided to tag along to help his sister! Isn’t he such a sweet boy?” Maddie added with a cheer a little more forced than her husband’s. But still, cheer.

Now, that. That got Vlad’s attention. And he decided to take advantage of the children’s distraction to get more information and decide a proper plan of action.

Dany was making it a point to completely ignore the three adult’s conversation. Jazz stuck to taking small sips from her glass of water. That was, until-

“Surely you’re not planning on sending them without some proper equipment, are you?” Vlad tutted. “Don’t get me started on weapons. I mean you never know for certain what will be indispensable, right?”

“That’s a wonderful idea!”

The heads of both children snapped up.

“I mean, most of my research isn’t-” Jazz tried hastily to stop this on its tracks.

Sadly, it was not to be.

“Nonsense Jazz,” Her mom interrupted her, “It’s better to be prepared!”

Vlad hummed in agreement, “They won’t, after all, have anyone else to protect them from those trashy ghosts.”

Just like that, the Fenton parents started to list out loud all the things the kids would surely need for the research.

Vlad smirked.

Danny narrowed his eyes at the pompous fucker.

Jazz resigned herself to keep sighing until the end of times.

-.-.-.-

“How are we supposed to take this with us..?” Danny whispered looking horrified at all the equipment his parents had just thrown their way

“Can’t you just put it in the thermos?”

“The ectoplasmic energies of each Item would clash horribly” Danny winced

“You tried to…?” Jazz side-eyed him

“Yes.” He said curtly, “Wouldn’t really recommend” he continued with the air of someone haunted by the consequences of their life choices. death choices. Both were accurate, she supposed.

Jazz swallowed.

Cue in more silent horrified staring at the equipment.

“Maybe if we start with some boxes-”

“BEWARE!!! THE BOX GHOST!!!”

“Oh my god-!”

“I Fucking knew it!!”

-.-.-.-

A little while after, once the ghost box was gone, and the siblings had retreated to Jazz’s room for safety and the opportunity of proper evening gossip. The fruitloop came barging into the room.

“Ok. I raided the kitchen. There is nothing edible in this house. How do you even survive.” He stated, not asked, in a deeply judgemental tone.

“Magic. Pokemon Magic.” Danny deadpanned from his place on the bed. Jazz, who was cuddled beside him, was still chewing on the dry crackers that managed to survive the onslaught of their parents, for the simple reason that the things had been in her room.

Vlad sighed and started to massage his temples.

“Fine. Truce. Grab your things, we are going out.”

Jazz slightly choked on her crackers. Danny just choked on air. “What? Where-?”

“To get some proper food, of course.” The man sneered like it was completely obvious and tagging a smirk on for good riddance.

“Why would-”

“You have directions. I have the money. Chop chop. Before your parents catch us.” With that, the millionaire turned around and left, leaving the door wide open fully expecting them to follow along.

The siblings stared at each other for a moment before scrambling after Vlad.

Food was more important than playing the archnemesis-game.

For the hundred time that day:

Priorities.

ENDNOTES:

I couldn’t help the fucking references. Danny is a dork and I am ashamed.

-.-.-.-

I headcanon Danny as someone who really likes pet names, be it because he really likes the person or because it pisses them off. Two stones a deader bird.

-.-.-.-

What do you mean The Avengers aren’t a boyband?

-.-.-.-

The siblings are firm believers of the borrowing culture. There is no shame in asking to borrow some things.

Are those Ember’s hat & earrings? Yes. Yes, they are.

Why does Danny have his ears pierced, you ask? BECAUse there is no absolute heteronormative bullshit in this household AND I MUST ADD THAT-!

-Danny & Jazz watched ‘The parent trap’ when they were small little beans and were really interested in whether or not piercing your sibling’s ears was the ultimate bonding moment.

Jazz insisted on researching a lot more about proper sterilizing, mind you- but like the tiny feral unsupervised cupcakes they were, they decided to try it.

Jazz already had her ears pierced, SO, yeah.

It hurt like a bitch for Danny, and Jazz panicked for a week afterward about infections, but it was indeed a good bonding moment.

-.-.-.-

If I ship Jason with some fucking therapy does that mean I can ship him with Jazz?

Ship’s name is JJ for you.

… I just gave myself YOI flashbacks.

Fuck.

-.-.-.-

You might want to say: ‘but author-san, those are not all the ghosts Danny deals with?’, and you are damn right they aren’t, but you must trust in Danny thousand-back-ups Fenton, my children.

(Also, where would be the fun if everyone was accounted for since now? You will see what went down later on. :p)

-.-.-.-

Don’t know if you noticed, but Jazz is not the only one that thinks Danny is a cutie patootie :v

Danny has long ago resigned himself to the being called “Lord” thing. Is better than the ‘K’ word.

-.-.-.-

The thing about the nails is something I do. I started because they looked pretty, I kept painting them because I felt they broke up more easily if I didn’t put like three coats of polish on them.

At least I don’t bite them as much anymore. :p

-.-.-.-

If there is someone on this green earth that knows about the struggles of living with Jack and Maddie Fenton, that someone is Vlad Masters.

Change my mind.

You can’t.

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Experiment - Part 6 (Platonic!Avengers x Hybrid!OFC)

Warnings: a bit of fluff, Kat gets angry, language

Shuri and I talked for a little while then a loud beeping went off, “Ok, Kat, I need you to start looking for everyone. Do whatever you need to do to find Tony, Peter, Nat, Clint, Steve, Bucky, Sam, and T’Challa. Got it?” Wanda and Bruce decided to stay back and get dinner ready.

“Got it!” I grinned and held up my thumb. I stood still for a moment listening to the noises of the woods and taking in the smells. In less than a second I could hear the plates of Bucky’s arm ticking and whirling. As quietly as I could I stalked in his direction. I knew he’d be able to hear me coming as well as before I got too close I climbed up into the trees, leaping silently from branch to branch. I got to the tree Bucky was hiding behind and giggled looking down at him peak around the large oak.

My giggling made his head shoot up but I hid behind some branches and leaves, “Come on kitten. I heard you up there.” He stepped away from the coverage of the tree and I balanced out onto one of the limbs as his back was turned to me then let my body drop and land behind him with a soft thud.

“I found Bucky!” I jumped on him, making him let out a squeak of surprise.

“The arm gave me away didn’t it?” He chuckled as I slid off.

“Mmhmm,” I hummed, “Very loud.” I nodded and knocked my knuckles against it, making the man shake his head with a smile on his face.

“Who ya going after now?”

“Tony tummy thingy noisey too.” I whispered pointing in the direction it was coming from. “I saw Petey in trees but I’m not gonna let him know. He was swinging.”

“She is using the abilities of the others to help find them.” Shuri mumbled as her and Bucky followed me in the direction of where Tony could be heard. He was just casually leaning up against the side of a tree, playing on his phone. I motioned for Shuri and Bucky to stop and moved to where I would be coming at Tony from straight on. He still hadn’t noticed me even when I was a few feet away. I stood directly in front of him now where I could see the screen to his phone. He was playing some game, which made me pout.

“You said had no games!” I screeched, making him jump and fumble his phone.

“Holy shit kid!” He yelled, placing his hand over his heart. I crossed my arms over my chest and kept the pout. “We’re putting a bell on you.” I just huffed and turned away from him.

“I think you pissed her off Stark.” Bucky chuckled and I grumbled stomping off in search of my next target.

“It’s not a game. I’m making repairs to the suits. I haven’t gotten down to the lab lately and I’m doing it remotely.” Tony explained with a groan but I ignored him.

I paused in the middle of a little clearing trying to listen for any familiar noises of anyone else. However, I couldn’t hear over Tony’s and Bucky’s griping. I let out a loud snarl escape from my lips and my tails flicked back and forth. The two of them immediately shut up.

I was able to focus on the sounds again and let my ears twist around in all directions. I felt the wind change directions and with it flowed a familiar scent. I whipped my body in that direction and took off after the scent. She was also running, no doubt able to hear me following behind. I was quickly catching up though.

I skidded to a stop as the scent grew heavy. She was staying in one spot. Aggravated noises rumbled in my chest. I couldn’t place where she was. She moved quietly but it was like before I caught up to her she had run in circles to throw my nose off.

“Nat,” I whined, stomping my foot. “Not fair!”

I heard her melodic laugh as she dropped down from a nearby tree and came forward wrapping me in a hug. I hugged back and buried my head in her chest, wrapping my tail around her leg, “You did so good, Kotyonok.” She whispered, kissing my curls, “Who else have you found?”

“Bucky and Tony.” I grumbled the later, “Both loud. Sammy is everywhere. Always singing. Petey is swinging through the trees watching but he doesn’t know I know.” I whispered and giggled.

“So you still have to find Steve, Clint, T’Challa, and technically have to nail Sam down.” Nat hummed, “Honestly the hardest one to find will be T’Challa. Shuri made these noise reduction shoes. Buuuut, I may or may not know of a hideout Clint likes to use.”

My head perked up and we met up with Tony, Bucky, and Shuri. Nat informed them that I could hear Sam from everywhere. As they were talking a shadow of a small bird zoomed across the forest floor, catching my attention. The bird shadow was making loops and was darting into shadows to disappear then reappear out of a different shadow. The same aggravated noises I made earlier escaped and I snuck up on the shadow as it came to hold still. I was about to attack when the stupid thing moved again!

Instead I attacked a fallen tree limb, scratching at it with my claws and holding onto it with my teeth. I heard a whirring sound and looked up and saw a small red bird plane thing. It was swaying side to side like it was dancing. My eyes locked onto it. I rose up from my tree limb readying myself to pounce.

“Don't even think about it sweetheart.” Sam’s voice came from the bird.

“Sam?” I cocked my head at the head at the bird, moving closer, “Can fit in tiny plane?”

“Not really,” he laughed, “His name is Red Wing. He’s my sidekick. Can see things I can’t get my eyes on.”

“But where you?” I asked then heard metal flapping and a thud behind me. I spun around and Sam was wearing large metal wings. “Sam can fly!” I ran over to touch his wings.

“Hey I found you before you found me sweetcheeks.” He laughed as I played with his wings.

“Nuh uh,” I shook my head.

“Yeah I did. That was Red Wing you were chasing.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

“No,” I shook my head and matched his stance.

“She’s right Wilson.” Bucky laughed.

“She could hear you all around just couldn’t place you.” Nat agreed, cleaning some dirt off my face.

“Prove it.” He challenged.

“Oh yes wait a minute Mr Postman. Waaaaaait mr postman.” You mimicked the singing he had done earlier. “Ooooooooh, baby love, my baby, I need ya, oh how I need ya. But all ya do is treat me bad.” You mimicked another song he was singing when I had found Bucky.

“Really Sam?” Tony looked at him, “The Marvelettes and the Supremes?”

“They’ve both been stuck in my head.” He said with a simple shrug, “But alright you win this time.”

“Can find Clint now?” I turned to look at Nat, who gave me a soft smile.

“Let’s go kitty kat.” She and held out her hand. I grasped onto her hand and we ran forward ahead of everyone. I’m not sure how long we ran for but we soon came to this little cabin. “This is Clint’s favorite place to hide out. He’s definitely going to be in there.” She whispered softly.

The closer we got to the cabin the more I could hear the soft sounds coming from the things Clint keeps in his ears. The two of us snuck up and peered inside one of the windows and saw Clint sitting on the couch playing on his phone. From where we were we could see that his ear things were sitting on the table beside him.

“He won’t be able to hear you sneaking in. You’d be able to scare him really well.” Nat said, still speaking softly.

“Why can’t hear?” My eyebrows scrunched at the question.

“Maybe we’ll tell you the story another time.” She smiled like she was remembering something.

I nodded and lifted myself over the windowsill, slowly walking up behind the man. His head stayed down the entire time, not looking up at all. I looked back at Nat and saw that the rest of the team had gathered around and Sam held his phone up to record with Shuri recording once again as well. Once at the back of the couch I looked over Clint’s shoulder and saw him playing a game and pouted. He said he didn’t have any games either. I huffed and tapped on his shoulder making him let out the loudest, most feminine scream ever. Everyone at the window started laughing loudly.

“GOD DAMMIT! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!” He yelled. He grabbed his ear things and put them back in, “When the fuck did you get in here?”

“LANGUAGE!” The team yelled from the window.

“Clint has games.” I crossed my arms, growling deep in my chest, “Petey said liars pants get fired.”

“My pants aren’t gonna catch fire.” He held out his phone, “But here, have at it kiddo.” I squealed and took his phone, taking over the game he was playing.

“All that’s left is Steve and T’Challa.”

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hopeless-ro-simptic · 4 years

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Familiar Cerulean Eyes Pt. 6

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Warnings! Seriously read this before continuing!: This part contains an attempted rape scene. Please just skip to the next part if you are uncomfortable reading that.

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The walkie-talkie they had provided to you only had one station. The station that spoke directly to Kurogiri. You had tried fiddling with the knobs to see if you could get literally anyone else on the line but after 30 minutes of messing with the stupid thing you gave up. At least it told you the date and time so you could keep track of how long it has been since you were left alone in this damned cell.

You hadn’t moved from your spot in the corner since everyone left, curled up with your snack bag and blanket, using the pillow to prop yourself up against the cold wall, choosing instead to sleep the time away. Your body however decided you could only sleep for so long. Apparently 14 hours was the mark. 14 hours of off and on sleeping and now all you could do was pace.

You never thought you would be bored when you were kidnapped, but if you had to go one more minute with nothing to do you were going to start trying to dig your way out of this cell with your fingernails. So you caved.

Picking up the walkie-talkie you pressed the call button and cautiously spoke out loud into the room.

“Kurogiri?”

The mist beta conjured himself into the room within seconds, well dressed as always. A calming aura surrounding him.

“Yes Y/N? What can I do for you?”

Your cheeks heated up as you thought about your request, suddenly feeling like a child. You didn’t want to come off as whiney, you definitely didn’t want the League to deem you as annoying and decide to kill you. But you were so bored. Bored enough to threaten your life with the company of villains.

“H-hi… um… I just wanted to know if there was like…I just wanted…”

“Company?” The knowing eyes of the mist in front of you was a little unsettling as he immediately guessed as to what you wanted.

“H-how did you know?”

“Omega’s are very social beings, it’s a wonder you lasted this long with nothing to do…and you have been pacing for the last 45 minutes” You glanced up at the camera a shiver going down your spine.

“You’ve been watching me?”

“Only for a brief bit, I was concerned when you didn’t reach out earlier for food. I am surprised it took your this long to reach out for anything at all. I was simply checking to make sure you were alive.”

You relaxed a bit at this. The beta didn’t seem in a hurry to get out of here, and even though he was a villain, you were more than happy for the company. So you sat back down in your nonexistent nest, pushing your hair behind your ears as you thought of how to keep a conversation going.

“So you have to babysit me.. I bet that’s annoying.” You cringed at your words. Why would you say that? What were you supposed to say to a villain to strike up a conversation?

“Not at all, Y/N. I have many jobs here at the league, making sure our guests are fed and comfortable is just another thing that I have been tasked with. If it makes one of our members happy then it makes me happy. Dabi seemed particularly concerned with your treatment while he was gone.”

“Oh…” You paused for a minute unsure of how to proceed. It sounded like Kurogiri did a lot for the league, you wondered why.

“Can I ask you something?”

“You may, though I may not be able to answer it.” He nodded at you to proceed and you fiddled with the blanket in front of you.

“Why are you a ..” You paused, unsure if this was a good way to start, only to be encouraged by the mist in front of you. “Why did you join the league? You don’t strike me as the same as the others.”

“Well Y/N, I have been with Shigaraki for some time now, long before this group was formed... I believe in his cause, and I want to help him achieve it. The hero society is not as pretty as it seems from the outside, I promise you that.”

“You don’t have to tell me,” You mumbled it softly, enough that if you weren’t in a completely silent room you don’t think you would have even heard yourself. But the beta in front of you didn’t miss your comment.

“The question is Y/N, what side of the fight are you going to choose to be on.”

“I’m not in the fight.. I’m not a hero..” You looked at Kurogiri, confusion across your face.

“Everyone is in the fight… even if they don’t want to be.”

Kurogiri had brought you a deck of playing cards after that little chat, advising you of how to set up a solitaire game to keep yourself busy. You couldn’t help but feel grateful for the kindness he was showing you. Even though you were literally their prisoner right now, he did seem like he was trying to make you as comfortable as he could.

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The next time that you called on Kurogiri was because you ran out of food several hours later. Part of you felt really bad, whispering softly into the walkie-talkie that showed a time of 4am. You didn’t want to wake the villain up, but your stomach was growling so loud you couldn’t sleep. You had just resigned yourself to the fact that you would have to wait until a more appropriate time when the black mist swirled in front of you, the man appearing with what looked like a freshly made bowl of meat and veggies with rice balls on the side. The smell had your mouth watering as he presented the bowl to you.

“I’m so sorry to wake you up this late Kurogiri, you didn’t have to cook…” You immediately dug into the food after thanking him, your stomach thanking you for waking him up anyways.

“No worries Y/N, I wasn’t asleep. We are quite used to being up late at night here, and I usually cook for the other members anyways when time permits.” You had to force yourself not to imagine the mist man in an apron, doting on the other league members like a mother would a young child. He was so different. You also ignored the way he mentioned the other members, like he was already considering you as one as well.

“Is Dabi back yet? Is he okay?” You didn’t even notice yourself asking the question as you continued to eat, just glad for company once again, after your chat last time, it was easier to slip into conversation with Kurogiri, but still a little awkward.

“He has not returned yet, but he has checked in and is fine. He should be returning tomorrow afternoon if all goes well with his mission.”

That’s good you thought, you were halfway through this. Just another day and a half and then you could at the very least have a semi-comfortable bed. You found yourself missing the cinnamon scent mixed with smoke and whiskey, like your omega couldn’t relax without it, finding a comfort in the warm and spicey smell that you shouldn’t have. Maybe you should have had him scent the blanket for you…

“May I ask just who you are to Dabi? I must say we are all quite confused on the two of you’s relationship seeing as you are not bonded.”

“Hmm? Oh…” You could feel your cheeks heat up, realizing you were daydreaming again. You had been thinking about those blue eyes a lot when you were by yourself, the handwriting on his note etched into your mind, it nagging you in the back of your mind like you were missing something about it. You were still upset at the alpha, but your omega was polluting your mind with thoughts that you rather ignore, images being burned into your brain at his words before he left.. he wasn’t wrong. You did want him. You just didn’t want to want him.

“It’s nothing…. He just kidnapped me is all...” That’s all you thought, just a villain kidnapping a random omega off the street. You snorted internally at how silly that sounded while your omega was yearning for him. Maybe you have Stockholm syndrome.

“Interesting…” Kurogiri looked like he was about to say something else, when the familiar click of a walkie-talkie sounded, a voice ringing out.

“Kurogiri, ready for pickup.”

“Ah, it seems Mr. Compress has finished his part. I will return later for your dishes Y/N. Please enjoy your meal.” And with that, the mist man disappeared again without a trace.

Once Kurogiri had gone, and you had finished up your meal, you curled up onto the crappy mattress, pulling the blanket tight around yourself as you cuddled up against his pillow, breathing in the scent as you replayed every moment since you woke up in his room, thinking of those familiar cerulean eyes as you drifted back to sleep.

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You were playing solitaire, like Kurogiri had shown you, several hours later when you decided to check the time again for what was probably the sixth time in the last hour. You glanced at the time on the walkie-talkie, trying to decide if you wanted to bother Kurogiri again for some more food, when you heard a creak. Looking up you noticed that the wall was opening up and in stepped Mr. Compress, a hot plate of food in his hands, only for him to close the wall behind him, locking it in place his scent enveloping the room immediately.

So there was a door.

“Hello Y/N, Kurogiri said you would probably be hungry around this time. He’s a little busy right now so he sent me instead.”

You shuffled in your place on the bed, you weren’t expecting this, to have to deal with another alpha by yourself. You didn’t trust the alpha in front of you but he wasn’t lunging at you to kill you, and Kurogiri and Dabi had been nice so far..and he brought food. He sat the plate down at the end of the bed, bowing to you lowly glancing up through his eyelashes a polite smile on his face. This one wasn’t as comforting as the mist mans but it wasn’t threatening either.

“I don’t believe I got to properly introduce myself last time we spoke. I’m Mr. Compress.”

“H-hi… thank you for the food.” You expected the alpha to leave it at that and disappear back the way he came, but instead he straightened up, twirling his cain in his hands as he watched you with interest.

“What an interesting quirk you have, might I say. We were all very shocked at the little show that you and pretty boy put on.” The smile on his face grew wider as you cautiously reached for the plate of food, taking a whiff of the air. He was pumping out his pheromones like an omega in heat, like he was trying to cover every other smell in this tiny room. It wasn’t a particularly unpleasant smell, you think it was a mix of amber and leather, but there was something about it that made your omega tense up. It was like he was peacocking and you could only guess at why.

“So you and Dabi? What’s going on there, that is of course, if you don’t mind the intrusion?”

Your omega chirped in the back of your brain, encouraging you to claim Dabi as your alpha, if only to get this other alpha to back down. You ignored it though, telling yourself that the alpha in front of you was being nothing but kind to you. He hadn’t done anything remotely threatening to you, like Kurogiri he was probably just trying to make you more comfortable and was looking for gossip, he seemed like the type.

“Nothing…”

“Hmm… see I don’t believe that, and neither does anyone else in the league. You see, we’ve never seen Dabi act so… interested in an Omega before. Can’t say I blame him, you do smell delicious.” You could feel his eyes slowly moving across your form, drinking you in much like Dabi had done a few times now, but this felt different. The alpha in front of you had a weird look on his face that made your chest tighten and not in a good way. You had seen a similar look before from alpha’s.

“I don’t know what you mean. I barely know Dabi..” You shifted uncomfortably under the alpha’s gaze, your heartrate picking up as you glanced briefly at where the door had been. Your omega was taking over, the alarms in your brain ringing louder. Were you sure it was locked? He had to get out of here somehow, meaning you could get out too.

“Oh? Well in that case, why don’t I get you out of here? There’s no need for a pretty little omega like you to be cooped up in this cage, waiting on a disfigured manchild. Wouldn’t you like that? A chance to get out of here.”

You stayed silent as the alpha leaned down to you flicking your eyes back to his own, his gloved hand reaching up to stroke your cheek gently before he lightly grabbed your hand, lifting it to his lips in a gentle kiss.

“I-I’m good right here.. I’ll wait for Dabi..” The charming alpha stood up, straightening his glove as his lips a sigh leaving his mouth.

“Why would you want to stay here? In a cell, waiting for the walking cigarette? I can provide so much more for you, you just need to say the word and I could treat you like a queen.”

“I-I’m okay… Dabi will be back in a couple hours…actually if you could leave I really need to go to the bath-” you were standing up, the words barely leaving your mouth as you watched the façade in front of you crack. You weren’t prepared for the wind to be knocked out of you, his cane jabbing you in the stomach forcing you to drop to your knees holding your stomach gasping for breath as he looked down at you.

“Look, I tried to ask nicely but you’re apparently too dumb to get the hint little omega. You are coming with me, you are going to be mine, and you are going to like it.”

Compress gripped your wrists pulling you up to be standing, an annoyed look on his face as you struggled against him. You immediately raised your knee up in reaction, hitting him right in the crotch. You expected him to go down. To let you go. You only succeeded in making him more angry. He slammed you harshly against the wall with a sickening thud, your vision going blurry at the pain in the back of your head. You were pretty sure that you were bleeding. He pushed you stomach down onto the mattress, your face landing down onto the pillow thankfully, instead of the wall behind it. He dropped down on top of you, his weight holding you down from behind, immediately trapping your legs with his own to stop you from kicking at him again. He leaned down, running his nose up along your scent glands, his tongue following shortly after.

“Don’t fight it. If you’re good maybe I’ll even end your suffering and bond you like someone should have a long time ago.”

You couldn’t help but let out a soft whimper, your hands reaching up searching around wildly for the one thing that could save you, gripping the fur blanket.

Compress smirked at your response as he scented you heavily to the point where you were dripping in the smell of leather, softly cooing in your ear at an attempt to sooth your omega. “Don’t worry, you don’t have to smell like that burnt idiot anymore.” You could feel the tears welling in your eyes as you wriggled against him, you didn’t want this. You didn’t want the smell to go away. You deeply inhaled the pillow in front of you, trying to block out your senses, only for Compress to snatch the pillow away with a growl. His alpha canines leaning in close to your face as he wrapped his hand into your hair yanking hard on it.

“What did I just say my dear?”

“Please..”

“Darling, quit whining. What do you think Dabi was going to do to you? Wouldn’t you rather it be me instead of that walking patchwork? At least this way you can have pretty pups to entertain yourself with, I doubt that ashtray can even breed.” He was yanking down your sweatpants now, ripping the drawstring that held them tight around your waist. You could feel his eyes roaming along your body, could feel his erection twitch when he noticed the lack of layers to deal with.

You wanted to vomit. Reaching your hands further under the fur blanket you finally found what you were looking for. Dragging the walkie-talkie out from under the blanket you clicked the call button and sobbed into it.

“Help me! Da- Dabi! Help!” You were practically screaming into the microphone, hiccupping through your tears, but Mr. Compress snatched the walkie-talkie away from you throwing it against the wall and shattering it with the force.

“Naïve Omega, no one is coming for you. Stay still” The alpha’s voice rang out and you froze your omega immediately tucking tail at the demand. You couldn’t help it. You fought as hard as you could against your instincts forcing you to listen to the alpha, begged your body to move, to react, to fight back. You heard the zipper of his pants, felt it as he shoved them down past his knees, his legs rubbing against you as he moved, felt his erection hot against your skin as he lined it up to your entrance, not even bothering to prepare you for what was to come. All you could do was lay there and hiccup through your tears and snot and pray that this would be over quickly. You knew better than that though. You had heard the stories of what happens when an alpha goes into a rut. How they can and will go for hours on end until they finally run out of steam. How they usually tended to go a little more feral than normal, and sometimes ended up hurting omega’s especially if they didn’t want it.

You knew that you would rather die in this moment then have to live through the next few hours, but you wouldn’t have such luck. So instead you let your mind wander, focusing on the smallest hint of cinnamon coming from the pillow behind you across the room. Focusing on the singular word that was etched into your brain as clear as day, the handwriting nagging at you. Focusing on the blue eyes that haunted your dreams that were too close to the ones that had been trained on you when you woke up in his apartment just the other day covered in soot and the smell of smoke. You closed your eyes, bracing yourself, a single thought on your mind, of two boys with cerulean eyes.

You could vaguely hear the sound of an anguished scream in the back of your mind, but you ignored it and focused on the growing smell of cinnamon, whiskey and smoke. Lot’s of smoke. You felt warm, uncomfortably so, but you forced yourself to ignore it, focusing on the feeling of floating away.

Your eyes fluttered open looking up at a familiar red-head, cerulean eyes staring down at you with worry. He had you cradled in his arms, and didn’t look like he was going to let you go any time soon. He was saying something… maybe your name?

“Touya... I had the weirdest dream…”

“Y/N thank god, stay awake for me princess, it’s okay, you’re okay.”

“You died…. And I got kidnapped… and then… Touya it was a nightmare.” You felt your eyes fluttering shut again, your head really hurt. Everything was so bright.

“No, don’t go to sleep yet, princess come on wake up.”

“Touya... please don’t leave me.”

With that you were out, the world going black.

#bnha omegaverse #alpha dabi #omega reader #bnha #mha #mha omegaverse #dabi is a todoroki #dabi is touya #dabi #dabi x y/n #dabi x female reader #dabi x you #dabi x reader #crispy

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rawiswhore · 4 years

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Triple H, Shawn Michaels, Billy Gunn, Bart Gunn x Fem Reader- “Supersoak that Ho”

In 1998, the WWF is increasing more and more in popularity, and so are some of the WWF stars: Stone Cold Steve Austin, the Rock, Kane, Triple H/D Generation X, Sable, Debra, and even you.

Since the 1980's, the WWF have had toys aimed at prepubescent kids, and they even sell and have toys aimed at prepubescent kids during the late 90's Attitude era: arguably the most inappropriate, raunchiest, shocking, and violent era the WWF has ever had (yes, there's also the WWE 2000's Ruthless Aggression era, which is debatable over which was more violent and inappropriate).

Honestly, seeing WWF stars in the late 90's do toy commercials and have toys aimed at prepubescent kids made of their Attitude era wrestlers is pretty shocking considering the era, there was even a lot of controversy over having toys aimed at young kids during such an inappropriate, violent WWF era.

And speaking of that, in the summer of 1998, 3 members of D Generation X did a Supersoaker commercial where they didn't say their obscene, iconic catchphrase and do their equally obscene gesture, but did hose down Sable, albeit surprisingly, DX grabbed the cameraman snapping pictures of Sable for a photoshoot, only for her to walk away.

Despite this commercial sounding pornographic on paper (3 men shooting water from huge water guns on one of the company's biggest sex symbols), this commercial really isn't inappropriate at all.

This commercial gave you an idea.

However, in June of 1998, the leader of DX who was easily the hottest, sexiest member of that faction that hadn't left the company was growing facial hair, and him growing facial hair turned you off.

He was a little hot in June of 1998, but that facial hair slightly ruined him.

It might make him look more badass and he might've looked better here than in 2006 when he had that bushy handlebar moustache, but you prefer him without facial hair than with it.

However, by the end of his birth month and around the time of his birthday, he shaved his facial hair off. Hooray!

Even better, a former D Generation X member who also has a birthday a few days before Triple H's was back in the WWF, albeit not wrestling, and this former DX member whose birthday is close to Triple H's looks hotter and sexier than ever before.

How great is that?

Not to mention, July is known as being a hot month, Stevie Wonder even has an album titled "Hotter than July", and it was hot in the summer of 1998.

You needed something to cool your jets.

You told 4 of the sexiest men in the WWF an idea you had with them, 3 of them are D Generation X members, and they loooooved your idea.

Hell, Jerry Lawler, Vince Russo and Vince McMahon would love this idea too, but Jerry is a bloated, creepy, statutory rapist, Russo is a smarmy, egotistical Noo Yawk smartass with idiotic ideas and McMahon is a racist, unoriginal, Trump supporting manchild, so they can go fuck themselves.

3 DX members you invited outside were Triple H, Shawn Michaels and Billy Gunn, who all took some fully loaded Supersoakers Billy and the 2 other less attractive DX members promoted in a commercial with them.

The other man you invited with you was Bart Gunn, a former tagteam partner with Billy Gunn who's been sexy all year in 1998.

And yes, he's brought a Supersoaker filled with water with him as well.

You were dressed in a white top with no bra underneath and short denim Daisy Duke shorts.

When you ushered them outside, it was a hot, humid day, where the sky was blue and not a single cloud was in the sky.

And you're in need something to cool down.

Once you were outside, you stood in front of these aforementioned 3 DX members and Bart Gunn.

"Boys" you said to them "I'm feeling hot right now and I need something to cool down"

You tried sounding as sexy as you could when saying that, as well as tried looking sexy in your face.

The boys in front of you absolutely loved that, their mouths spreading ear-to-ear grins across their faces that probably is hurting their faces.

"Well, let's get ready to soak iiiiiiiit!" Triple H shouted, pumping up the Supersoaker in his hand quickly, Shawn, Billy and Bart followed pumping their guns just as fast (and you ain't talking their penises) afterwards.

When Triple H exclaimed that, Shawn, Billy and Trips cackled and laughed afterwards in their throaty laughs.

Next thing you know, they as well as Bart aimed their Supersoakers at your tits, where water shot out of the plastic waterguns and to your tits, soaking your shirt.

The fabric was dampening and clinging to your skin, especially your tits, and your nipples are poking out of your top.

They were aiming and pointing their Supersoakers at your chest and tits, trying their best to soak your breasts and wet your chest, and they were doing a good job!

The water was very cold, but it's supposed to be cold, and hit you quite hard.

You were trying your hardest to keep your balance and stand up while you got hosed down, not fall down to the ground.

While you're getting sprayed and hosed by these 4 wrestlers, you're lifting your hands up and cried out, albeit not crying out like you're getting raped or you're hurt, more like "woo hoo!!" and you're in a wet T-shirt contest.

Your mouth is spreading an agape, ear to ear smile, looking like Stacy Karter/Miss Kitty/the Kat when she took her bikini top off and flashed the crowd her tits at the end of 1999.

While your tits are peering through your top, Shawn, Triple H, Billy and even Bart are all loving this, and their faces are clearly showing it.

"Yyyyyeaaaaaaaaah!!!!" Shawn and Triple H roared, albeit not in unison, their mouths widening and spreading huge smiles across their faces as well as Billy, and Billy has such a cute, infectious smile (so does Shawn and Triple H, for that matter).

Bart's not really as mischievous as Shawn, Triple H and Billy are, nor is he as well known.

You just hope when you're outside, you don't get arrested for indecent exposure.

Your nipples aren't the only thing poking out of your shirt, your areolas are also showing under your top thanks to these 4 wrestlers hosing you down with water.

Shawn, Triple H, Billy and Bart all tried to soak your tits with water, making sure to get plenty of water on your breasts.

As they're hosing you down, you writhe and sway your hips slowly, trying to look hot and sexy.

"Yyyyyyeaaaaahhhh, baby!" Billy exclaimed.

Shawn made a corny, cheesy "wolf whistle" at you while you swayed your body back and forth, left and right.

Wonder if anyone can hear them outdoors?

While they're hosing you down, Billy honestly isn't as hot as he was back in 1997 or in 1999, thanks to him cutting his hair in that stupid 90's teen heartthrob mushroom haircut.

He probably did it so he won't be involved in having a lot of sex and orgies with you and he's trying to turn you off.

So you're imagining it's Billy in 1997 when he had his usual blond hair hosing you down.

Even when he had that stupid RockaBilly gimmick last year that didn't get him anywhere, he looked hot (except for when his hair was that unflattering dark shade of brown).

You wish Jeff Hardy, Rob Van Dam, Davey Boy Smith, even Bret Hart and Stevie Richards could all be in front of you and hose you down with Supersoakers, they're missing out on all the fun.

But Bret dislikes you and dislikes the WWF's current Attitude era due to having so many oversexualized women, yourself included.

Your hands moved from the belt loops of your shorts to the bottom of your top, where you slowly began to lift and pull your top over your torso and over your tits.

Under your top was your bare tits with no bra underneath, showing these 4 wrestlers your tits that you've shown them before already, they've even sucked and came on those tits before!

Their eyes and facial expressions were growing wild, although they were growing wild even before you started taking your top off.

"Yyyyeaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!" Shawn roared and exclaimed, looking like he did a few days ago when some Jenna Jameson lookalike in the audience flashed her tits at Triple H.

Triple H, too, especially loved seeing your tits, so did Billy.

While the water hit your breasts, the water hit your skin quite hard.

They still were pointing their Supersoakers at your tits, soaking them, the water dripping down your body.

You've told them while walking down the hallway to outside that you want these 3 to act like their DX characters, although Shawn and Triple H in real life really aren't much different from their DX characters.

When your shirt was above your breasts, you held the bottom of your top above your tits, where you began to shake and wobble your chest and breasts back and forth, your tits wiggling back and forth.

"Yyyyyyyyyeahhhhh!!" Triple H exclaimed, Shawn "wolf whistling" at you.

That wasn't all you did, you also bounced a bit up and down, jumping up and down on the ground, making your tits bounce as well.

They absolutely loved this, shouting and sounding like men in the crowd when Sable or whatever hot WWF diva (yourself included) strolled into the arena.

Should you take your shirt completely off or just have your top above your tits?

Your tits looked so shiny under the sun, which was a turn on for these men, but you hope you as well as these men don't get sunburned.

You, on the otherhand, had a huge smile across your face much like these male wrestlers, making high pitched "woooooo!!!" noises like you're partying.

They'd all love to hose your entire body down and not just with water (ifyknowwhatimean), and they may as well.

You moved your hands from your top to the front of your shorts, where you unbuttoned and unzipped your shorts.

The men saw where your hands were going and what they were doing, and they really got excited.

You turned your body around and now showed your backside to these 4 wrestlers, where you slid your thumbs under the holes of your shorts, letting your thumbs hold onto your shorts.

You began to pull your shorts down left to right, shaking your hips left to right, showing these men your ass.

Under your shorts was a thong showing your ass cheeks off.

Their eyes and facial expressions grew wild seeing you show your ass off, shouting like they're typically doing in this moment, so they aimed and pointed their Supersoakers to your asscheeks, shooting water on both cheeks.

The water is trying to penetrate through your ass cheeks, only to spill down your cheeks instead, wetting your ass.

Your thumbs slipped out of the belt loops of your shorts, where you moved your hands in front of your ass cheeks.

You proceeded to beat your ass cheeks like Triple H did in December 1997 when he was in a white thong with Shawn (that rhymed).

Wonder if you should take your thong off?

When the water hit your skin under the hot sun, it felt so relieving considering how hot it was outside as well as inside.

In April 1998, Triple H promised to pee on the audience and it was implied he was jizzing on them, only to be revealed it wasn't jizz, it was just a Supersoaker.

Looking back, you wish he could've used that Supersoaker and soaked you with it, getting water everywhere all over your body.

Billy could've joined in on this fun as well.

Not to mention, last year, Sunny and the Headbangers did a Supersoaker commercial.

You regret that you didn't get blasted with water shooting from Supersoakers carried by Shawn Michaels, Hunter Hearst Helmsley, RockaBilly (as he was known as last year), Davey Boy Smith, and even Rob Van Dam and Bret Hart in the summer, that would've been awesome!

So many hot guys shooting Supersoakers at you and cooling you off.

While Shawn, Triple H, Billy and Bart do think you're a beautiful woman, they probably would love it even more if they hosed down Sable, Jacqueline, Debra and/or Terri Runnels: sexy women in the WWF circa 1998 who also just so happened to have huge breasts.

Speaking of divas, after being hosed by Supersoakers, not too long after this moment...

Since this year, the WWF is beginning to have bikini contests with their women, you talked with the WWF creative team about having a "wet T-shirt contest" involving most of the female roster.

They, especially Vince Russo and Vince McMahon, LOVED and adored this, and yup, there was a wet T-shirt contest involving you and most of the other female roster.

Why? Because Attitude era and boners.

Sadly, you didn't win the contest, but you don't mind, really.

(Confession: I have thought of setting this fic on a "Monday Night Raw" episode in late July 1998 where the fem reader in the ring gets sprayed and hosed down with Supersoakers by DX and Bart Gunn, but...)

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Uploading this fanfic on the last day of summer.

#triple h #shawn michaels #billy gunn #bart gunn #1998 #90s #wwf #attitude era #fanfiction #dx #d generation x

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Escape- pt 6

pt 1. pt 2. pt 3. pt 4. pt 5.

Jane Seymour has stayed with Henry long enough. Cue Catherine of Aragon and the rest of the girls to save her.

Jane and Catherine meet the rest of the girls. Kind of a fluff filled chapter.

“Janey? Wake up, we’re here.”

“Huh?” Jane moved quickly.

“Are you ready to meet the others? If not, I can have Cathy tell the other girls to go away for a bit while we get situated.”

“I guess I have to be ready, right?” Jane smiled nervously. The two made their way to the door and Catherine opened the door.

“Cathy? Jane and I are here.”

“I’m in the kitchen! Girls! Come down and meet Cath and Jane!” A taller woman dressed in a blue tee shirt and jeans with an apron walked into the front room.

“Hi, you must be Jane. I’m Cathy.” The woman wiped her flour covered hands on her apron before sticking a hand out. Jane took it tentatively.

“Are you sure it’s alright that I stay here?”

“Of course. Cath didn’t really tell me much, and you don’t need to explain if you don’t want to. It seemed quite urgent though, and we have the space. Make yourself at home. I’m making chicken for dinner.” She sighed as she looked towards the stairs. “Anne, Anna, and Kat, get down here! We have guests!” What sounded like a herd of elephants came running out of a room upstairs, and three women came down quickly.

“Dinner this late at night?” Jane couldn’t help but ask.

“We all get a little distracted when we first get home from-” the woman in blue was interrupted.

“Anne Boleyn,” the woman in green smiles.

“I like your hair,” Jane compliments.

“Space buns! They’re a lot of fun!”

“You’ll learn Annie here is always doing something a bit chaotic. It’s entertaining.” Cathy smirked when Anne stuck her tongue out at her.

“She’s not wrong, but it's still rude to say out loud Parr.”

“I’m Anna. I have a dog. Are you allergic?”

“I’m not, and neither is Catherine.”

“Good. I wasn’t going to get rid of Queen anyway.”

“Anna!” The woman in pink exclaimed. “No need to be rude!” She turned to Jane and Catherine. “I’m also Katherine, but you can call me Kat, Kit, Kitty; I don’t really care which one you choose.”

“Wow. Your hair is-” Jane searched for the right word. “-vibrant.”

“I know right? Anne told me one day I should change it up, and I’ve done it ever since!” The younger woman played with the pink ends of her hair.

“Do you guys want a tour?” Anne asked. The two new additions to the household nodded. The five went around the house while Cathy returned back to the kitchen to finish dinner.

“And don’t worry. You guys will figure out the dynamic of the household pretty quickly. Cathy is kind of the responsible voice of reason. Anna does her own thing.”

“Hey! I spend time with you two a lot!” Anna interjected.

Anne ignored her and continued, “Kat and I are kind of like the kids of the house. Always doing something mischievous. Keeps things interesting, you know?”

“Do you guys need help unpacking?” Kat tried to make herself useful.

“We actually don’t have much to unpack right now, but I am going to have someone send out the rest of our stuff soon if that’s alright,” Catherine stated.

“Do what you want man. This is your house now too. Although, there is only one bedroom left.”

“Jane can have it. I’ll just sleep on the couch or something.”

“Lina! I don’t mind sharing a room. What you guys are doing is more than enough, and we’ll definitely help out around the house and stuff. I really appreciate you guys taking us in on such short notice. You’re kind of saving my life actually,” Jane chuckled awkwardly. Only Catherine knew the truth in what she had just said. These women may have, quite literally, saved her life by allowing the two to move in.

“Well, we’ll leave you guys to unpack. Cathy will call you down for dinner I’m sure.” The three left the room.

The two new women in the house began to unpack, choosing to distract themselves from what was really happening. Jane pulled out one of the many notes Catherine had written her back in high school and read over it all while grinning ear to ear.

“What do you have there? Love note from him?”

“Oh please,” Jane scoffed. “No, a note from Phillips’ class.”

“Oh my god.” The older woman snatched the letter from Jane’s hands and gave it a quick glance. “You kept this?”

“All of them. That’s actually why Henry and I were fighting.” Her face fell. “We got into a fight about I don't even know what, and I walked out of the room and pulled that out because it always makes me laugh. He accused me of being in love with you and cheating on him.”

“But you’re-”

“Lina, I would’ve thought you would know by now I’m not straight.”

“I-”

“Anyway, he told me if I was in love with you, I could never have you because I’m worthless. He said he was the only person foolish enough to take me under his wing. And uh, you know what happened from there,” her voice shook and the river of tears flowed freely. “Sorry, I know we were trying to stay happy today. I just couldn’t hold it in any longer.”

“No, don’t you apologize. It’s perfectly okay. Why don’t we take a little break and do something else. Take a nap maybe?”

“That actually sounds pretty nice. We could stay in here and watch some television? If sleep happens, it happens.” Jane began to lay down on the bed before patting the spot next to her.

“Whatever you want to watch is fine,” Jane yawned as she curled up next to her friend and fell asleep.

After a few minutes of watching the blonde sleep, Catherine slowly stood and began to unpack more things as quietly as she could. While she was unpacking, she couldn’t help shake what Jane had told her.

Jane isn’t straight. Was there really a possibility that the two could live a happy life together as a couple once Henry was taken care of?

Her thoughts were interrupted when Cathy knocked on the door quietly.

“Hey. Just came to check on you two and let you know dinner is ready. The four of us try to have dinner together at least once a week, and you two are more than welcome to join in.”

“Jane’s actually asleep right now, but I’ll try to see if she wants any food. Thank you so much mija.”

“Anything for you and your girlfriend,” Cathy teased, knowing about the long time crush her older cousin had on the blonde sleeping. Catherine stepped out of the room and closed the door behind her.

“Cathy! Not now. At least not for a while. She’s got some things to sort out first.”

“Oh! Is Catalina finally going to-”

“I’m not sure. Not for a while, if I do.”

“What happened anyway?”

“That’s not my place to tell you. Just know that right now, it’s not good. I’m sure she’ll tell you all as she gets comfortable. Just don’t push it okay querida? And please tell the others not to press. The poor woman’s been through enough in the past few days.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll do my best to get the other girls to listen.” Cathy turned on her heel and made her way back downstairs where the rest of the girls were waiting. Catherine opened the door back open and went to wake the blonde.

“Jane?” she shook the sleeping figure gently. “Cathy just came and told me dinner was ready. Are you hungry?”

“Food?” Jane mumbled.

Catherine laughed, “Yes love. Food. Cathy’s quite the cook too if I can remember.”

“Thank you,” she sighed happily as she stretched.

“Don’t thank me. Cath made it.”

“No, thank you. For everything. I can’t ever repay you for literally saving my life.”

“You know I would do anything for you, and you know I meant everything I said in all those notes Janey. Every word in there is true to this day.” Jane blushed deeply and nodded.

“I-” her stomach growled.

“Why don’t we go get some food in you?”

“That sounds great actually.” The two made their way downstairs and became acquainted with their new housemates.

“So,” Jane sighed after about an hour of small talk. “I guess you’re all wondering why we’re here.”

“Well yeah!” Anne exclaimed. “But Cath told us we weren’t allowed to ask.”

“Might as well just dive right into it I guess.”

“If you aren't comfortable with it, you don’t have to tell us anything Jane,” Kat tried. She figured this was something that would be hard to talk about. The young woman knew this especially given what she had gone through earlier in life.

“No it’s alright. I kind of owe it to all of you.”

“You don’t owe us anything you don’t want to share Jane. We’ll all be fine knowing as little or as much as you want us to know, and you’re more than welcome to stay as long as you need. This is my house after all,” Cathy chimed in.

“It might be good to get this off my chest,” the blonde insisted. “I was engaged to this guy Henry. We had been together for 12 years. The other day, it all kind of hit the fan. He uh-” Jane rolled up her sleeves to reveal many bruises. She then lifted up her shirt slightly. “-did this. Catherine kind of saved me.”

The four girls who had just met the blonde were in shock. How could someone hurt what they could sense was one of the kindest women to walk the planet?

“That’s enough about me though. How did you guys meet?”

“I’m Pinky’s cousin.” Anne grinned at the nickname Katherine hated so much.

“Anna and I were in an English class together in high school. She was struggling a little, so I helped her out. Turns out, she’s kind of cool,” Cathy laughed. “We ended up going to the same college. I started working at the coffee shop on campus, and Anne came in at least two times during my shift everyday without fail. We kinda just became friends through that alone.”

“I’m Pinky’s cousin.” Anne grinned as she called Katherine by the nickname she hated so much.

“That is unfortunately true,” Kat sighed. “And I met Anna because some jackass wouldn’t leave me alone on campus, and she stepped in and saved me.”

“We all kind of just started hanging out, and now here we are just all living together.”

“We’re not really sure how it happened. It just kind of did,” Anne chuckled.

Meanwhile, Thomas heard someone at his house at roughly three in the morning. Deciding it wasn’t worth it, he laid back down.

“Thomas! It’s me!” He heard Henry. He ran downstairs before Henry could yell anything else and disturb his neighbors.

“Henry?” Thomas faced a blond man. “What the hell man?”

“That bitch called the cops on me. I need help.”

“Dude, Jane-” Thomas felt a fist come into contact with his face.

“No, she’s a fucking bitch, and if you help her, I’ll call the cops on your ass, and then we’re both going to rot in prison. We wouldn’t want that, now would we?” Henry snarled through gritted teeth.

“Asshole,” Thomas muttered. “What do you need?”

“A fake ID, disposable cell,” Henry thought for a second. “Make that two. You’ll need one too. Colored contacts. I have an idea.” Henry explained his idea to Thomas who quickly agreed in order to cover himself.

“In a few days, I’ll go back. If I go too soon, they’ll figure it out. You’ve gotta go down now though and watch them for the next couple days. Don't let Jane leave your sight, but don’t get caught. You got it?” Thomas nodded.

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nice-neck-by-the-way · 5 years

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I Really Need Your Love

High School AU

Author’s note: I think i have a fever and my head hurts (yay)) so i don’t really know if this is good, but hope you all enjoy it anyways

As always, everyone is more than welcomed to leave any feedback :)

TW; symptoms of a panic attack

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Chapter 4

Everything was a blurred for Anne, what was she thinking, confessing her love to Cathy, she just ruined her friendship. Her thoughts just wouldn’t stop, she suddenly had a hard time breathing, she felt like the walls were closing on her, her ears were ringing, Catherine was just staring at her

“I’m so sorry I don’t know why I said that, I’m so sorry”

She stood up on the verge of crying and was ready to run before her anxiety would take over her completely, but she felt a hand grab her arm, and before she could catch up to what was happening she was being spun around

“Anne just shut up”

And the next thing she felt were Cathy’s lips crashing with hers.

The kiss was short but full of emotions, it sure was enough to calm Anne and make her heart beat quicker than ever in her entire life

“Cathy wha-“

“I love you too Anne Boleyn”

Now Anne was the one to start the kiss, overwhelmed with feelings she didn’t know what to think or say, the only thing she knew for sure was that she was head over heels for the girl in front of her

Once they stopped kissing the both of them knew that it was time to talk

“How long have you been feeling this way?”

Anne had the doubt for if she should really tell the truth or just lie and say that she developed feelings just recently, but the look on Cathy’s face told her that telling the truth was the way to go, she knew the other girl wasn't going to judge her and that everything was going to be okay

“Mmm well since like we were 14”

Parr looked shocked, not because of the feelings the other girl had for her, but because she must have suffered in silence for so long

“Oh Annie why didn’t you tell me sooner, I’ve also been in love with you for years”

Anne’s eyes opened wide, out of words she just stared at Cathy with a look of disbelieve, she definitely wasn’t expecting that reply

“I- I didn’t know and I was scared that you were going to be mad at me or disgusted and you wouldn’t want to talk to me anymore, and now I just feel stupid”

She lowered her head while she finished her mini rant, but Parr grabbed her chin and looked at her in the eyes

“Annie to be honest we were both kind of stupid, I didn’t confess my love for you either and then you started dating Henry and I felt like everything fell apart”

“I know, I just dated him because I was trying to get you out of my head, but it didn’t work I was just more miserable”

“I understand, that’s also the reason why I dated him, but I never stopped loving you”

There was a long paused, both girls trying to figure out what was the right thing to say next

“Cathy mmm I was wondering if maybe yo- you would-“ it was almost impossible for Anne to get the words out of her mouth, her breathing was getting uneven again and she could feel her heart in her throat “I’m sorry let me start over, Cathy would you li- like t- to”

Before Anne could finish Parr interrupted her, noticing how the other girl had trouble getting her words out

“I would love to go on a date with you if that was what you were going to ask”

Cathy gave Anne a warm smile that was enough to bring her back to earth, she felt like she could breathe again

“Yes! that was exactly what I was going to ask”

Anne returned the smile but was met with worried eyes

“What’s wrong? You don’t want to go on a date? Because it’s not an obligation I swear I don’t want to push you to something you don’t want to do”

Cathy kissed Anne on a way of reassuring her that the problem was not with her

“Annie calm down, is nothing like that, I’m really excited of finally going on a date with you” She took a breath before saying the next thing “But I’m scared of what some people might think, actually not people, Catherine, you know how she is, I’m scared of losing her, she is one of my best friends”

Anne felt heartbroken seeing how troubled Cathy felt

“But Cathy, Aragon loves you, she could never hate you for being happy”

“I know, but what if that love is not enough”

“Isn’t our love enough?”

“You know that’s not what I mean”

Anne felt sad and Cathy could tell

“Annie i love you but I’m just not ready to tell people, can we please keep this date thing a secret for now?”

Anne would be lying if she said that it didn’t hurt, but she understood Cathy’s point and she just wanted to do what was best for her, so she agreed

“Okay we’ll keep it a secret, but I need to tell Kitty, she has been supporting me since I told her everything and even though that was just yesterday, I really feel like she deserves to know the truth”

“No problem, but just Kitty, we all know if this gets to Jane she won’t be able to keep it a secret”

They hung out a little longer alternating between talking and kissing until it was time to go to lunch

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When they arrived together no one questioned it, except Kitty, she knew that they had been talking or at least that was what Anne told her, she just hoped it resulted in something good, she didn’t want to see her cousin heartbroken, what if Parr didn’t feel the same way

But all doubt was out of her thoughts the moment she saw Anne’s eyes, they were beaming with happiness, she made a mental note to ask Anne to spill everything later, it would be too suspicious to ask her now

They all talked as usual, discussing how boring the classes were

“Well let’s not think about class while we are on our break”

“You are right Anna” Kitty smiled

“So, what do you guys want to talk about” Anne asked while she reached over to take a French fry out of Aragon’s lunch, which earned her a slap on the hand

“Why don’t we talk about the sleepover, where is going to be this time?”

Kat was fast to answer Jane’s question “It’s my time to host tonight”

“Okay, great, so who’s in charge of the food?”

“Not Boleyn or Howard, the only thing they buy is sugar” Anne and Kitty gave Aragon their most offended look “Well you are going to miss all the fun of the sugar rush”

“Believe me, the best part is that you both are not going to be high on sugar” Anne just stuck her tongue out

“I can cook something if you guys want, so we don’t have to buy any food”

“Jane’s cooking? I’m all in” the only thing Anne and Kitty were obsessed with besides sugar was Jane’s food

“So, at what time at your house?” Cathy said looking at the youngest girl of the group

“I think 8pm, so I have time to shower and prepare everything”

“8pm sounds perfect”

The bell rang signaling the girls that they had to go to their next class

“See you later then, I have to run, I have classes on the other side of school” Jane said standing up

“I’ll go with you, I also have classes there” Anna exited with Jane power walking to their next class

“We should be leaving too” Aragon got out of her seat looking at Parr “Cathy you ready to go?” They had math lessons together and then they were done for the day

“Sure, bye girls” she waved and for a brief moment she made eye contact with Anne, who gave her a smile in return

The two cousins were left sitting at the table while everyone else went to their respective classes

“Well, I should be going too” Anne was ready to leave when she felt Kitty grabbed her shoulder

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing I just wanted to ask you if you could get to my house earlier, like at 6pm maybe, so we can, you know, talk and have some quality cousin time”

This was not an unusual thing, they were really close so they normally hung out before a sleepover if it was at one of their houses. But this time Anne knew there was a different reason why Kitty wanted to hang out

“Sure thing Kit Kat, I’ll see you then”

Maybe she could take the opportunity to ask Kitty for help planning her date with Cathy

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otonymous · 5 years

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Nobody Does It Better (IkeSen Mitsuhide - NSFW)

Description: The stakes are high when you get caught up in the snake’s latest scheme. Warnings: NSFW/18+: Explicit/graphic language — reader discretion is advised. Word Count: 1536 words (~8 mins of smut) Author’s Notes: An exercise in filth, no deeper meaning. That being said, happy reading! AO3: Read here

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I’m not that kind of girl.

The thought, small and unobtrusive, whispers from a dark corner in your mind. But the way his fingers moved inside you chased it back to the shadows, pleasure reigning supreme to erase everything that didn’t concern chasing that fuzzy high.

“Do you hear that?”

The warm, wet slide of a tongue against the shell of your ear, teeth nibbling at your lobe.

“If you get any wetter, they’ll hear you. I don’t think you want everyone to see you like this, Miss Chatelaine.”

Soft lips press against the back of your neck as one nipple finds its way between Mitsuhide’s thumb and forefinger, pinching harder than usual in an aim to shock. And as your knees tremble, the fingers that were curling inside you pause, savouring the sensation that a fresh wave of arousal brought as it pooled around the snug fit of his digits buried deep within your pussy.

“Or could it be that you want them to, you nasty girl?”

Mitsuhide’s breath is hot as he whispers into the corner of your lips, his free hand loosening fabric to expose you even further, a painted screen the only thing shielding the vision of you widely spread and writhing in silent ecstasy from the eyes of all the other lords assembled for war council.

“Lord Nobunaga, if Mitsuhide isn’t here by now, he likely won’t be attending. I propose we commence war council immediately as we have many concerns to address.”

You barely note the irritation in Hideyoshi’s voice as your lips and tongue run along the length of each of Mitsuhide’s drenched fingers, their strength belied by the elegance of each tapered tip, the taste of your arousal accented by the faint scent of gunpowder.

“Very well. Mitsunari, start with your report.”

As your angelic friend begins listing proposed battle plans against the Uesugi-Takeda forces, the amber-eyed snake chuckles under his breath to see your hips lift in the air, betraying your impatience to be filled by more significant flesh after the exit of his hand left an unbearable vacancy.

And while you hated for Mitsuhide to see you in this moment of desperation, for him to have the upper hand — as he often did — when it came to these games you played, you couldn’t deny that your body craved the satisfaction only he could bring.

Silently shifting, you brace yourself on your hands and knees, wantonly grinding your ass into his groin in a bid to bring him to the same precipice of madness you were teetering on the edge of. A victorious smile lights your face when you feel him tighten his grip on your hips, a sigh, barely audible above Mitsunari’s voice, escaping his lips.

“Make not a squeak, little mouse. I trust you know what the stakes are.”

He whispers into your hair as his smooth head caresses the length of your folds, spreading the wetness in concentric trails along your entrance in preparation for the slow slide of his cock into your body.

Biting onto the sleeve of your kimono to stifle any sound that might give you away, you curse the perfection that was his heat, his length, his girth, his hardness — the entirety of the kitsune that drove you insane with desire. But more than that, you cursed the way he moved in you now, excruciating in how he timed his strokes to match the rhythm of the banter in the room, using it to mask every slap of flesh against skin, every telltale squelch of arousal being dislodged as you were filled to the brink and emptied, over and over again.

Even the way your nails dug into the tatami sounded unbearably loud, and you had to wonder about the origins of your increased sensitivity. Was it because of your lover’s effortless knack at teasing every part of your body until the slightest stimulus set it off, or was it because of the thrill of engaging in licentious behaviour in such close proximity to unwitting participants in your game?

I’m not that kind of girl who would ever consider doing such a thing.

You thought back to the times when anything more than a peck on the lips in public made you blush furiously. But that was five hundred years in the future and way before you met Akechi Mitsuhide, the sneaky tease whom you loved to butt heads with. He also happened to be the man you would do almost anything for, including taking him up on a bet that you wouldn’t dare to fuck him in every room in Azuchi Castle.

After checking off Nobunaga’s chambers in the tenshu the previous week, the Main Hall was your second last stop.

You were absolutely incensed when Mitsuhide dragged you behind the screen, the top of your kimono already hanging limply by your waist, suspended only by a quickly loosening obi. And when Masamune’s uproarious laughter drifted in the direction of the doorway, you hissed into your lover’s amused face:

“I thought you said they weren’t going to hold war council today!”

“I only said I wasn’t going to war council today. There is a difference, Princess.”

That smirk on his handsome face made you want to slap him and fuck him all at once.

You could’ve chosen to stop: silently straightened up your kimono as you waited for council to adjourn before sneaking out. Beneath the blaze of your anger however, lust still smouldered, threatening to burst into flame when Mitsuhide reached for you again to pick up where you left off. And if you were being honest with yourself, the prospect of being caught thrilled you as much as it likely excited him.

“Umph!”

Your accidental transgression jerks you back from your thoughts as you clamp a hand over a mouthful of fabric. Behind you, an unfazed Mitsuhide continues his languid thrusts, amber eyes flashing with amused mischief.

“Pardon me, Lord Ieyasu, did you have something to add to my report? I would be most honoured to hear your thoughts!”

“You must be hallucinating. I didn’t say a word.” Ieyasu’s reply is clipped and irritated.

“Oh, I could’ve sworn I heard something.”

“Don’t tell me there are mice! Have you been sneaking konpeito to eat in your room at night again, Milord!?”

Hideyoshi’s voice borders on hysterical, and you bite hard on the inside of your cheeks to keep from laughing. Mitsuhide helps you refocus by delivering a particularly deep thrust to turn laughter into a whimper, his fingers reaching down to rub at just the right frequency to make you temporarily forget about everyone else in the room.

But it was nowhere near enough for you. The stilted rhythm of your lover’s thrusts had you torturously hovering on the brink of your release, so close one moment and dreadfully far the next.

So it was that you didn’t spare a second to chastise Mitsuhide when you no longer heard the footfalls of the departing lords, beyond caring about playing into his scheme when you looked back at him pleadingly to give you what you craved.

The glint in his eyes. The smile that crossed his face before pink tongue peeked out to swipe across that lower lip. Cocky son of a bitch.

“Guess I’ll oblige you, little mouse.”

You press your forehead to the tatami as your arms give out, your lover driving hard and fast against your backside. The sensation of him diving deep travelled to the pit of your stomach, so consuming it took you a while to realize you were feeling lightheaded from hyperventilating into the floor.

SMACK!

You gasp as Mitsuhide brings one large hand down onto your ass, the sound echoing throughout the room as he proceeds to rub the reddened flesh, admiring the faint outline of his hand. The shock jolts your lust-addled brain to attention even as the warmth emanating from the smarting slap makes you clench around him.

And when you feel him shift behind you to suddenly slide that much deeper, deliberate and precise in how he angled his strokes to hit against that particular spot, you couldn’t care less about the other occupants in the castle as you finally gave voice to your pleasure, crashing down like a tidal wave to destroy any semblance of reason.

With one final thrust, Mitsuhide pulls out, the absence of his body leaving a slight chill on your skin. However, it is soon replaced by the heat of his release, ragged breaths accompanying irregular spurts that cling to the curves of your buttocks as they drip onto the back of your thighs.

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“So, while I’m nowhere near finished settling the score with you for your little trick today, where to tomorrow?” You ask with a smirk, satisfaction clearly written on your face as your lover produces a handkerchief to gently wipe you clean.

“Hideyoshi’s chambers. After all, we have to prove to him that he does have a rodent problem, don’t we little mouse?”

Rolling your eyes, you shoot him an exasperated smile. For when it comes to teasing, nobody does it better than Akechi Mitsuhide.

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the-quiet-winds · 5 years

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These Lines of Silent Lightning

[angst... in a way. you’ll see.]

There are a few places this story could start, if you really cared to take a look.

It could start with Katherine Howard, who wakes up in the morning with a smile on her face. Last night’s show had gone brilliantly, and she had a great feeling about the one ahead.

It could start with Jane Seymour, who stands in front of the bathroom mirror, furiously trying to wipe tears from her cheeks and make herself presentable. It really hadn’t been the first time she had been here, with words she’d seen on social media about her bringing her to tears, but here she is anyway.

It could start with Catherine Parr, making her way down the stairs in slippers, searching for that first morning cuppa.

Or, if you find it interesting, it could start with Anne Boelyn, blinking the last remnants of sleep out of her eyes and immediately slamming her eyes shut.

Since when is it so bright in here?

She turns slightly to the side and regrets it more. Anne immediately knows the migraine is spreading down her neck when she can barely turn it at all.

“Annie?”

The light knocking on her door rattles around her skull. She groans out a, “go away,” and pulls her pillow to cover her head.

“It’s Kitty, can I come in?”

“I’m not feeling good Kitty,” Anne calls back, voice soft and a little rough, “come back later, okay?”

Anne heard a little dejected, “okay,” before footsteps went away. She feels a little bad, of course she does, that’s her baby cousin, but everything seems to hurt today. She decides to go back to sleep.

It’s about two hours after Katherine comes down to see Parr, saying that Anne was still in bed and wasn’t feeling well, when the second queen stumbles into the living room.

“Anne?” Parr asks. “You’re not looking too good.”

“Not so loud!” Anne immediately complains, covering her ears with her hands and slamming her eyes shut.

“Come on,” Catherine whispers, “back to bed with you. You’re not doing the show tonight.”

Anne can hardly react to Parr’s hands on her back starting to guide her back up the stairs. She lets Parr tuck her into bed with barely any words. Her brain won’t sort anything enough to even get a coherent thought through her skull.

She passes out again.

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The words hurt Jane.

She’d be lying if they didn’t.

Social media was cruel to the third queen particularly. Usually, quite unfortunately, she could deal with the comments on her body and her looks, her hips too wide and bust too large.

This was different.

This wasn’t something she could hide for a day behind her favorite sweatshirt.

She’d heard it before too, the comments about how she was to blame for Anne’s death. How if she hadn’t let herself get ravelled into Henry’s clutches Anne’s head wouldn’t have rolled. How if she hadn’t kissed him just that once, Anne wouldn’t have miscarried. She would have had her son. She would have ruled gloriously.

When she comes out of the bathroom, tear stains coloring her cheeks, she catches Anne being led back to bed by Catherine.

“What’s wrong with her?” Jane asks softly when Parr returns.

“Migraine, I think,” Parr says. “She gets them sometimes.”

Jane nods. The low light of the hallway allows her tears and red eyes to go unnoticed, as Parr slips past her and down the stairs.

Jane herself proceeds to let herself into Anne’s room. All the shades are drawn, the room silent, the woman herself asleep, grimacing slightly in pain as she sleeps. Jane gives a soft, quiet smile, and crosses to her bed to place a gentle kiss against Anne’s forehead.

Anne barely reacts, save for a tiny, barely-there whimper, and Jane takes her leave.

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When Anne wakes next, the sensitivity behind her eyes has lessened, but her neck feels like it’s on fire.

She stands on shaky feet and makes her way downstairs, but the living room and kitchen are empty. She checks the clock on the stove. The show started twenty minutes ago.

With a soft sigh, Anne moves to pour herself a bowl of cereal. The ache in her neck is dull yet very achy, but every movement sends sharp, nearly blinding pains straight up her spine and into her head.

She sits down with her cereal and checks her phone. Her notifications covered her lock screen, Twitter and Instagram having blown up since she was gone. With her brightness on almost the lowest setting, she begins to thumb through all the tags, mentions, and talk of her as she slowly eats her cereal.

Her most recent post, the one of the picture she had posted of herself and Jane, was getting lots of attention. Many of her fans, and the show’s fans in general, liked it and gave positive comments.

But it’s what happens at the top of the comment feed that worries her.

“Wow, cute pic with the woman responsible for your execution in the past life,” the top comment reads.

The replies are filled with people telling them to, “piss off,” and that, “things are different now,” but there are several others who agree with the original commenter.

Anne takes the last bite of her cereal and sets her phone down on the table. She rises and crosses back to the kitchen when she suddenly gets dizzy.

She’s barely set down her bowl on the counter before her knees go out and she collapses on the floor.

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Barely two hours later, the queens return. Parr insists they be quiet as they enter, as Anne may still be sleeping off the migraine, so they slip quietly into the house.

Well, it’s quiet until Katherine notices Anne’s limp body on the kitchen floor.

After that, it’s anything but quiet.

Tiredness forgotten, the queens pile into the car, Kat and Jane holding Anne between them as Parr barks directions at Aragon, driving, and Cleves tries to keep the peace as they make their way to the hospital.

Anne is whisked off as soon as they arrive, and Katherine turns to the closest person, who just so happens to be Anna, and holds her for dear life. Parr and Aragon sit together, holding each other’s hands, in silent, conjoined prayer.

Jane slips off to find something to eat. She’s just grabbed several energy bars and waters for everyone when her phone buzzes in her pocket. She pulls out and her heart falls even more.

It’s a message from a ‘fan’, and all it says is one cruel word.

Murderer.

Jane shoves her phone away and moves back up to where the others were waiting.

It’s well into the night when a doctor comes back with news. Katherine is asleep on Anna’s shoulder, fitful and crying quietly, even in dreams. Anna carefully wakes her, holding her close.

“Well?” Aragon demands.

“It appears to be meningitis,” the doctor says bluntly. “It would be in her best interest if you all headed home-”

“Like Hell we will,” Aragon counters. “We stay.”

“She will be sleeping for a while,” the doctor continues. “We have her on some strong antibiotics. She will be awake in the morning, and we promise to call with any changes.”

It takes a long time and lots of debate before they reluctantly agree to go home. If what the doctor says is true, they’d see Anne in the morning, when she was awake.

Katherine doesn’t detach herself from Anna the whole way home. Even when they get back to the house, she insists on following Anna to bed, and the German queen holds her as she sleeps.

Aragon and Parr retire separately, but Jane knows she won’t sleep.

She slips into Anne’s dark room, fidgeting hands in her pockets.

There’s someone here. She can sense it.

“Show yourself,” she commands quietly, with the ice of a queen.

Jane sees her visitor out of the corner of her eye.

“Is she going to die?”

A nod.

Jane’s hand raises and pulls her cross from under her shirt, her thumb barely tracing over the raised edges of the intricate design.

“What do I have to do?”

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The queens keep a vigil over Anne the following morning. Katherine sits in the chair beside her cousin’s bed and doesn’t move, even as her legs cramp and she feels like her back will give out, she doesn’t leave. Anna, Parr, and Aragon idly move around the room, having far too much nervous energy to sit.

Jane is the most flighty of them all. She comes in the room to check on everyone, offer as much solace as she can, then leaves again. In and out, all morning.

Finally, at just after noon, a miracle occurs.

The color bleeds back into Anne’s face, her eyes open, and-

She’s alive.

She’s really alive.

It’s a miracle.

Katherine bursts into tears, Parr clings to Aragon, who can’t help but smile with Anna. Jane enters the room, her lips in a tight line and her face unreadable.

Then she smiles. Just a little.

“I’m so glad to see you healthy, love.”

They don’t get much time to talk at all, the doctors whisk away the queens to examine Anne, and it’s truly a miracle that no one can understand.

That night she is discharged with a clean bill of health, and the energy among them can only accurately described as tired electricity.

They get home and immediately disperse for bed, and Katherine doesn’t leave Anne’s side, and Parr doesn’t leave Aragon’s. Basically, they all end up in Anne’s room. Kat and Anne sleep in the bed, Parr curls up in the armchair with Aragon resting against the footboard, and Anna has absolutely no qualms about sleeping on some blankets and pillows on the floor.

Jane doesn’t join them.

At five of two in the morning, her visitor returns.

“Is it time?”

Another silent nod.

Jane swallows her pride, her guilt, her entire consciousness, and climbs the stairs up to Anne’s room.

She looks around at the inhabitants, softly snoring and sleeping in positions that can’t possibly be comfortable. Her eyes fix on Anne’s clock on the night table. 1:56.

Jane moves to the armchair, pressing a soft kiss to Parr’s cheek. She removes her cross and presses it in Aragon’s hand, then kisses her knuckles.

1:57.

She moves to Anna, curled up on the floor, and pulls a blanket a little tighter around the German woman.

“Take care of them,” she breathes out. “Please.”

1:58.

Jane sits softly next to Anne on the bed, stroking a few stray hairs away from her forehead and kissing the revealed skin. “This is for you, sweetheart,” she promises.

1:59.

She finally finds Katherine, and tears form in her eyes. She has to do it, Jane knows, but it doesn’t make this any easier. She leans over to kiss Katherine’s forehead, her cheek, the tip of her nose. “I love you, Katherine Seymour,” she whispers. “I love you so much.”

2:00.

Jane stands and faces her visitor.

“I’m ready.”

Her visitor nods, silent per usual, and it happens.

A seizing, blinding pain shoots up the entire length of Jane’s spinal chord and sets a bonfire in her head. She screams loud enough to wake the queens before dropping to her knees.

But no one can reach her before she falls forward onto the carpet.

Aragon doesn’t even question how an unfamiliar cross is in her hand as she scrambles across the floor to Jane. She pulls the woman into her lap, patting at her cheeks.

“Come on, Jane,” she pleads. “By the name of God, wake up!”

But it’s too late.

Jane is gone. Her steely grey eyes, usually so filled with light and love, are empty. There’s nothing behind them now. No soul, no heart, just a blinding, soul-crushing vacancy.

It’s then that Anna notices a seventh in the room. “What have you done?!” She demands.

Aragon turns towards where Anna is speaking and holds Jane closer, as if she could protect the dead woman from the threat. “Who are you?!”

Someone steps out of the shadow of the bedroom door. “I did nothing,” they say. Their voice is not cocky or sarcastic in any way, just somber. Quiet.

“You killed her!” Anne cries out, barely even able to sit up.

“No,” they protest softly. “It was her idea.”

“Who are you?” Parr demands.

“I am Death,” he says, “and I had to collect the debt.”

He steps more out of the shadows, and the harsh red glow of Anne’s clock catches his face. He wears a black hood, but his rich, dark skin and nightstruck eyes are illuminated in red.

“A debt?” Aragon asks brokenly.

He looks to Anne. “She wouldn’t let you go again.”

“Please,” Katherine barely whimpers, “bring her back.”

He shakes his head. “I cannot. She signed a deal.” He sounds truly regretful.

“At least let us see her,” Parr pleads.

He regards them quietly, then reaches down to Jane, still pulled on top of Aragon. He presses his fingers together just above her forehead and pulls back. When he releases his fingers next to him, Jane stands again. Her skin is blueish and translucent.

“You have two minutes,” he says. “Then we must go.”

Jane looks at them all. “I’m sorry,” she says quietly. “I had to.”

“But-” Katherine protests.

“No,” Jane rebuts, “I have to repent my sins.” She looks to Boleyn, who has tears streaming down her face. “I couldn’t save you last time. I’ll save you now.”

“Jane,” Anne whimpers, “don’t leave us.”

Jane shakes her head. “No, love. I must. You all are so strong, so fierce. You will do just fine without me.” She takes a breath. “Don’t forget me. Tell my story.”

Aragon holds her cross tightly in her hand and kisses it. Jane kneels in front of her. “I’ll find Mary,” she looks to Anne, “and Bess,” then Parr, “and Mae. I’ll tell them all about you all. I’ll keep them safe.”

“It’s time.” Death extends a shaky, translucent hand.

Jane nods. “Take care of each other.” She takes his hand and is led back to the doorway. “I love you all.”

Death raises his free hand above his head. “I’ll take care of her,” he promises.

He drops his hand and they’re gone.

All that remains Death’s tarot card laying on the carpet.

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mustangshelby04 · 5 years

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Boston Boy - Chapter 8

A/N Just a little bit of fluff to start your week off with.

Kate’s mother had decided to make a big breakfast for everyone that Sunday morning. She’d already set the table and was flipping blueberry pancakes on the griddle. There were sausage links, bacon, ham slices, scrambled eggs, fried eggs, and a bowl of grits sitting on the table. Jan and Bill were already seated in their usual spots preparing the pancakes that were already on their plates. When Helena served pancakes, she never put them on a plate on the table, she served them individually so they would be fresh for everyone.

“Wow. This looks great, mom.” Kate said, kissing her mother’s cheek. “What’s the occasion?”

“It’s Sunday and we have company.” Helena said, handing Chris a plate with three small pancakes.

“Thank you.” Chris said. “It smells amazing.” Helena handed Kate her plate with only two pancakes on it. “Oh, thanks.”

“You’re only eating two?” Bill asked. “I only ever eat two.”

“What’s on the agenda today for you guys?” Helena asked Kate and Chris.

“Uh, today is the last day of Howl O Scream. I was thinking we could go to that.”

“Chris, do you like history?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Chris said between bites.

“You would like Williamsburg.”

“I plan to take him Saturday to Agecroft.” Kate said.

“Kat’s been telling me all about it.” Chris said. “I’m looking forward to it.”

“She loves that place.” Helena said. “You’ll enjoy it. Will you be showing him Colonial Williamsburg, Katie?”

“Uh, probably not. I want to get to the park early enough to ride the rides and then enjoy the haunted houses.”

“It’s too bad you won’t be here for the Grand Illumination and Christmastown.” Helena said to Chris.

“Kat told me about Christmastown.” Chris said. “I plan to come back for that. My family is probably going to come down, too, when we go to Disneyworld.”

“Oh, please don’t bring that place up in front of Katie.” Bill said.

“It’s ok, papa.” Kate said. “Chris’ mother invited me to go with them. She gave me the dates before we left and made me promise I would go. I’m going to talk to my boss tomorrow and see about getting that week off.”

Helena was staring at her daughter in shock. “Don’t worry, Mrs. Allen…. Uh, Helena.” Chris said. “I know Kat’s said that you would have to pay for it, but you don’t need to worry about this trip. We’ve got it covered. My family gets a bunch of suites at one of the resorts in a big package deal.”

“That’s…. very generous of you.” Helena said.

Chris smiled at Kat. “She won my family over pretty fast. It amazed me, too, that my mom asked her to go.”

“So, you two are pretty serious, then?”

“Yes, ma’am. I asked her barely two days after we met to give us a chance.”

Helena sat down at the table with her pancakes and looked between them for a moment. “My parents fell for each other pretty quickly and they enjoyed a lifetime together.”

“How did they meet?”

“Daddy was getting a haircut and mom walked by the building. He saw her and had to ask her on a date. He said, ‘excuse me, gentleman, that’s the woman I’m going to marry.’ He ran out of the barbershop with the cape still tied around his neck and asked her on a date. They were married not even a year later.”

“They were together from 1939 until 1993 when grandpa died of a broken heart.” Kate said. “My granny had Alzheimer’s and the day she forgot who he was, it killed him. He had a massive heart attack and died.”

“He couldn’t stand the thought of seeing her in a nursing home and not knowing who he was. He chose not to get better.”

“That’s so beautiful.” Chris said. “God, that’s the kind of love that I’ve been searching for.”

“Katie says that all the time, too. She’s been holding out for a man like her grandpa. I think it’s the best decision she’s ever made, but I don’t know if she’ll ever find someone as wonderful as my daddy.”

“I don’t know.” Kate said. “I think it’s possible.” She secretly squeezed Chris’ hand under the table and he smiled at her.

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Chris sat in the passenger’s seat as Kate drove them the hour and fifteen minutes to Busch Gardens. The weather was beautiful and the temperature was warm enough that they didn’t need jackets yet. He looked over and studied her face, memorizing the laugh lines that were permanently etching themselves next to her eyes. Her mouth was full and naturally a deep pink that complemented the porcelain of her skin. Her eyelashes were long and swept up to just under her eyebrows. She’d put on waterproof mascara before they’d left and the blackness of it brought out the sparkling blues and greens of her eyes.

“You ok?” Kate asked suddenly. She’d noticed him watching her.

“Yeah. Just…. I’m thanking all the dumbasses that let you go because I am so happy to have you now.”

She smiled over at him as a deep blush set into her cheeks. “Chris….”

“Kat, you’re amazing. Your family is amazing…. With the slight exception of your sister. I don’t know what her deal is.”

“Right now, she’s jealous that she’s not the center of attention and she’s taking it out on everyone to try and win some of it back. It’s her way. She’ll get over it.”

“I hope so. I want to get to know them. I want to spend time with them because they mean so much to you.”

Before she could respond, her cell phone started ringing. “Speaking of family…. It’s my cousin, Todd.” He nodded for her to take it. She hit the accept and the Bluetooth in her car picked it up. “Hey Todd.”

“Hey, Kitty Kat! What are you up to today?”

“Uh, I’m actually headed to Howl O Scream with my…. Boyfriend…. Right now.”

“When did you get a boyfriend?”

“Long story. What’s up?”

“Amy and I got a babysitter and wanted to see if you want to go to Howl O Scream. She’s been dying to go and today’s the last day.”

“Well, we’re about thirty minutes away right now. We can meet you there.”

“Cool! We don’t have passes, so would you mind meeting us outside the park?”

“Are you just asking me if I want to go so you can use my free parking?”

“No. I wanted to see how your trip to Boston went and use your free parking.”

Kate laughed. “Ok, fine. I’ll meet you at Yankee Candle in Williamsburg.”

“Great. Looking forward to meeting the new man.”

“Oh, I’m looking forward to it too. See you in about an hour.” Kate hung up and grinned at Chris. “I am so sorry for what is about to happen.”

“What’s about to happen?” Chris asked.

“My love of Marvel…. It comes from Todd. He is a huge Marvel fan. He has a storage unit full of Marvel comics and his favorite character is…. Well…. Captain America.”

“Oh. Ok.”

“I’m not saying he’s going to go bonkers…. But I am telling you to prepare yourself just in case.”

Chris chuckled. “Ok. I’ll prepare myself. So, we’re making a pit stop at Yankee Candle?”

“Yeah. It’s one of their flagship stores and it’s huge. It’s not just candles, either. Though they do have every single candle you can think of there.”

“I might have to buy a few. Ma loves Yankee Candle.”

“I do too.”

“I noticed. You have quite a few of them scattered around your apartment.”

“They discontinued the one that I really loved, so I stocked up on it while they still had some in stock.”

“Which one was that?”

“The Napa Valley Sunset one. It was part of their vineyard collection. It smells amazing. When I need to de-stress, I light one, grab a bottle of wine and whatever book I’m reading, and I curl up on the couch. Or my bed.”

“That sounds heavenly.”

“It is. It really is. Or rather…. It used to be.”

“Why ‘used to be’?”

“Because I discovered curling up on the couch with you and that is so much better.”

Chris’ lips spread into an ear splitting grin. “I think that’s the first cheesy romantic thing you’ve said to me.”

“Is it?”

“Yeah!”

“I guess you got to me with all of your cheesy romance.”

“Mission accomplished.” He leaned over and kissed her cheek.

Kate laughed and took his hand as she continued their drive to Williamsburg. She pulled into the Yankee Candle parking lot twenty minutes later and found a spot in the back where Todd was sure to see her car and park next to it. Hand in hand, they strolled into the store and Chris’ eyes widened.

“Wow. Ok, this place is cool.” He said.

She pointed up to the ceiling that was painted to look like the sky. “The ceiling changes from day to night every few minutes. But that’s not the best part of this place.” Kate pulled him towards the back left corner and through an archway that led into a winter wonderland. “It’s Christmas all year in here.” They walked up onto the bridge in the middle of the room and looked around. Above them, the ceiling was black with little lights twinkling on it like stars. There was a loud noise like a large fan being started up and suddenly it was snowing.

“Ok, that’s really cool.” He spotted Santa’s workshop where a large, white-bearded man was sitting at a desk in a Hawaiian shirt and red shorts. There were a couple of kids in front of him and he was writing things down in a book. “There’s a Santa?”

“He’s on vacation from the North Pole. Later this month they’ll have a big Christmas parade with the Grand Illumination and Santa will show up in full gear here. Though he’s not nearly as awesome as the Santa at Christmastown.”

They walked down the other side of the bridge and began to browse through the hundreds of different ornaments offered there. Chris found a Boston terrier ornament and held it up. “It’s a Gally!”

Kate laughed. “I actually have that ornament. I couldn’t resist it.”

He grinned. “They have every kind of ornament you could ever imagine here.”

“Pretty close. Personally, I like Hobby Lobby’s selection. I love finding ornaments there.”

“Yeah, ma spends a lot of time at craft stores. She loves Hobby Lobby, too.” “It’s pretty much the Mecca of awesome. I like to scrapbook, and their scrapbooking section is the best.”

“I noticed all your scrapbooks in one of your bookshelves.”

“There’s more up in the attic.” She laughed at the small collection of ornaments in his hand. “Here,” She walked over to the entrance of the Christmas store and grabbed a basket. “Put them in here.”

“Thanks. Did you see the Christmas villages over there? There’s a Nightmare Before Christmas one!”

“Yeah. That’s my favorite. If I ever start doing Christmas villages, that’s the one I’m getting.”

“I might have to start doing Christmas villages if I can have that one.”

“Well, my trunk has plenty of room if you want to buy it.”

Chris eyed the village for a long moment, contemplating. “Not right now. I’d have to find a way to get it back to my house in LA.”

“Why not Boston?”

“The apartment doesn’t have anywhere big enough to put it all.” He wrapped his arm around her waist and they continued to the next section of the store.

They were sniffing candles when Todd and Amy found them. “Kitty Kat!” Todd said, picking her up by the waist.

“Toad!” She laughed. He set her down and turned to Chris. Kate was sure she was going to have to pick his jaw up off the floor. Amy was behind him staring wide eyed. “Guys, this is Chris. Chris, this is my cousin Todd and his wife Amy.”

“Oh shit.” Todd said. He took Chris’ outstretched hand. “It’s nice to meet you, man. I’m such a huge fan. Huge. You’re amazing as Captain America. The best there’s ever been. How the hell do you know my cousin?”

“We met in Boston last week.” Chris said. “I knocked her down into dog shit.”

“It was very romantic.” Kate quipped.

“Kat, you do realize who this is, right?” Todd asked her.

“Yeah. He’s my Boston boy that wooed me with food and chivalry.” She looked over at Amy. “Hey, you’re catching flies.”

Amy quickly shut her mouth and shook Chris’ hand. “It’s nice to meet you guys.” Chris said since Amy still couldn’t speak.

“So, are we taking my car or yours?” Kate asked, smiling brightly.

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Once Todd got over being star-struck, he and Chris kept up an easy flow of conversation. Amy and Kate ended up walking behind their men and chatting. They rode the rides and every roller coaster there and enjoyed a couple of the shows during the day.

Chris got a few glances and stares as people seemed to recognize him, but no one swarmed him. He kept a low profile while enjoying the park with his girlfriend and members of her family. He did end up signing a few autographs for fans brave enough to approach him. When they asked what he was doing there, he simply answered that he was having fun.

They enjoyed some of the food and drinks that the park had to offer. A few of the stands were offering Jell-O shots in large syringes. Chris had managed to collect about seven of these by himself in different colors. Kate had only indulged in four of them. When night began to fall and they opened the haunted houses, they’d gotten Quick Queue passes for them to avoid the long lines. Chris kept Kate close to him, both of them laughing when one or both of them got startled. Whenever a scarer tried to scare Kate and it didn’t work, she would wave and them and say hi. This caused Chris to let out his loud, boisterous laugh every time it happened. They didn’t leave the park until it was after closing time.

On their way out, Chris had a surprise waiting for Kate at the package pickup. It was a large statue of a black clad fairy with a pearl white dragon wrapped around her as she lovingly pet its head resting on her shoulder. Kate had been admiring it at one of the shops. Todd had been the one to mention to Chris that the statue was something his cousin had wanted for a few years but had never justified buying for herself. When she’d gone to the bathroom, he had quickly purchased it and had it sent to the front of the park for pick up when they left.

“Are you serious, right now?” Kate asked.

“Yeah. This is the one you’ve been wanting, right?” Chris asked, carrying the statue back to the car.

“How did you even know?”

“Well, you were staring at it for a long time and I could tell you liked it. Then Todd told me you had been wanting it for a while.” She shot a glare at her cousin walking ahead of them with Amy. “I’m sorry. I thought you would like the surprise.”

“I do. I do like it. I love it, actually, because I have been eyeballing it for a few years now. But you can’t just buy me things just because I like them. You’re spending way too much money on me already.”

“Who says?”

“I says! Chris, just because I say I like something or I want something, doesn’t mean you have to rush in and buy it. I’m not asking you to.”

Chris stopped and she turned to him. “I know you’re not asking me to. You’re not that kind of person. I understand that.” He set the statue down and gripped her upper arms. “Look, I like making you happy. The smile on your face makes my world light up and I would do anything to be the one to put that smile there. I’m sorry if me buying you presents is making you uncomfortable. That’s not my intention.”

He looked like a slightly wounded puppy dog. “Oh, Chris.” She sighed. “I know you’re not trying to make me feel all out of sorts. I should probably just stop complaining. I just…. I’m not used to someone that seems to want to give me the world.”

“Maybe not the world. But definitely the things in it that make you happy.”

“I can’t give you those things back, though. I can’t just buy you things at the drop of a hat.”

“Baby, it’s ok. I can buy me things if I want them. You don’t need to. The only thing I need you to give me is you. And maybe some scrapbooks. I wouldn’t hate some scrapbooks from you.”

She leaned into him and reached up to kiss him. “You’re ridiculous.” He grinned and picked up the statue and they continued on their walk to the car. “And I do love my statue. Her name is Silvren Uir, by the way.”

“That’s pretty. Where did you come up with that?”

She blushed and shook her head. “It means ‘glittering eternity’ in Sindarian Elvish.” He gave her a confused look. “Lord of the Rings.”

He laughed. “You’re such a nerd.”

She stuck her tongue out at him and he grinned like a big kid.

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Kate and Chris laid in her bed later that night, both of them naked and sweaty. The room was quiet except for their breathing and the snoring coming from Gally sleeping on the back of the couch. The bed was positioned right under the window and soft moonlight streamed through the curtains. Chris admired every curve of her body and the soft tendrils of blonde hair spread around her head.

“You really are stunning.” He said quietly. She chuckled. “I mean it.”

“I won’t be so stunning in the morning.” Kate said, glancing at the clock. She was going to have to get up in six hours to go to work. Starbucks was definitely in her near future. “What will you do tomorrow?”

“Probably sleep in. Maybe snoop around your room. Find those handcuffs you mentioned.”

“You’ll probably find more than that.”

“Fun.” He pulled her closer against him. “I might rent a car and explore some.”

“Do you want to just take mine?”

“Won’t you have it at work?”

“Not if you take me to work and pick me up when I’m done.”

“Are you sure you’d want to do that?”

“Yeah. If I suddenly need a vehicle, I’ll just use the company car.”

“Only if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure. Besides, you can come have lunch with me if you want.”

“Your boss wouldn’t mind?”

“Tasha won’t mind. It’s usually just me and her in the office.” “Ok.” Chris let out a yawn that threatened to split his face in half. His eyes were half closed and he could barely keep them open that much anymore. “I’m beat.”

“I’ll see you in the morning.” Kate kissed him before cuddling against him and falling asleep.

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