This is because I had a sudden inspiration, but Danny phantom au where the portal was never actually made public(I'm thinking because it's actually very much illegal and stuff) and so no one was there to witness the portal accident.
Meaning, for the people that do know that Danny is Phantom, don't actually get the context for his death and they won't instantly think of an inter-dimensional tearing a hole into this boy, and from the very limited information, Danny shares about his death. They think of the most bat-shit crazy reasons for Danny's death.
I'm thinking of a post-reveal thing, where Danny just has the craziest rumors, ranging from the stupidest to the most gruesome reasons for his death. All while he just sits in the corner watching people have a heated debate on whether or not Danny died via electrocution by microwave.
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the silver chair except eustace's dragon curse never truly left.
it remains dormant on earth of course, for there is no need of dragons there and it certainly is no place for them, but when eustace is put in situations of high, high risk in narnia, it can't help but come out instinctively.
the poor boy doesn't figure this out until it happens.
eustace never had a particular desire to die, but he gave himself no choice in the split second moment he takes to dive in front of prince rilian. for an old friend such as caspian, he would give his life to him and his family as many times as they'd need, even if he only had one to spare. a proper act of sacrifice, he reasons to himself, much nobler in comparison to what he did last time he was in narnia. lucy and edmund would be very proud, wouldn't they?
jill covers her eyes and screams.
but what should have been human skin caught on the witch's serpent fangs turns brittle and cold, like the hardened scales of a dragon's hide. the sorceress flies backwards and releases a piercing screech.
prince rilian shakes jill, begs her to open her eyes. she shakes her head. she can't, she won't. eustace is dead. eustace is dead!
an unfamiliar roar reverberates throughout the dark castle. oh no. jill finally peeks through her fingers, a new bout of fright expelling her grief. what now? hasn't she suffered enough? but her hands fall quickly to her side and she stumbles back, looking, up, up, up.
standing between her, rilian, and the serpent, stood a gallant dragon, one that towered over the two humans and blew fire into the air.
"eustace?" jill whispers.
eustace stares down the lady of the green kirtle in the eyes and grins. why, this evens out the playing field, doesn't it? his snout flares and he roars once more.
you will pay for what you've done, witch.
oh, if only reepicheep were here to see him now.
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i love the way you write patrick bateman! could you write something nsfw, like dubcon with him overstimulating reader? thank you!
thank you! and i absolutely could!
i don’t pray that way 💼
NSFW | Word Count: 543 | Patrick Bateman x GN Reader
contains DUBCON, overstimulation, choking, degradation, fingering, nipple play
“Can you stand to look a little less blasé?”
The taunt was barely heard, your windpipe being pushed against the mattress to the point that his words only swam in dull recognition. Even then, he caught the exasperated dart of your eye, and it lead the hand that wasn’t on your neck to find your chest.
Your mouth flinched open in a silent motion, unable to cry out with the pressure on your larynx but needing to writhe at the feeling of how he rolled a nipple between his fingers in a pace that wasn’t even close to sensual, and his watch’s metal was catching on some body hair all at the same time. You could barely tell if he was enjoying it, but when he adjusted on his knees from where he had been between your legs, you felt the strain of his cock as it slid up the back of your thigh.
He nearly pulled away as soon as contact had happened and scoffed, squeezing tighter until your vision swam again, “Get over yourself, I’m barely touching you.”
There wasn’t even a reaction for that, no matter how delirious you had become from the cutoff of the oxygen to your head; not even a coherent [Y/N] could think of what to say about it. Still, the asphyxiation was stirring your gut regardless – even if it was unexpected, and even if it proved relentless. He only made it worse by releasing your nipple, nails unforgiving as they dragged down the side of your stomach and he started working at something else.
“Try this on for size.” Your eyes crossed as he didn’t serve too much favor with how his fingers slipped inside of you. When you made another face, and your entire body locked up in the surge of pressure coupled with the heat that followed, he only went further. Farther into your body, touching your core and mercilessly ramming it with a couple of fingers.
Too broken to do anything besides wheeze under his rigid hand, you then felt him pump in a near frenzy, almost looking bored by it in a matter of seconds as your mind spun, no thought coming clear but the feelings making you twitch like something was deeply disturbed inside of you.
He didn’t do this to get closer to you. He didn’t even do this to understand you. Breathing shakily, he reminded you, “If you could only fathom how much I’ve wanted to hurt you like this.”
A smile barely quirked your lips, the wrench of your gut only making you drive your hips up into the pressure of his hand and make him mutter another awful phrase in your ear.
“What a weird reaction to something that I could only scrounge up for a [girl/guy] like you.”
He wished he could make this hurt you. It only brought pleasure, and although he didn’t say it, you knew that fascinated him alongside the frustration and the disdain. He didn’t need to show it; the fact he didn’t even stop when you huffed out a sob and let him continue to overstimulate the burning skin, not caring how much you gave a sign that it was torture.
It was almost like he wanted that for you.
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