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bleubrri · 2 years

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toji doesn't understand the concept of personal space.

it was cute at first, he was big and thick and brutish and yet he clung to you like a magnet to steel. but the practicality of it was another story.

he'd keep you hugged to his chest through an entire movie despite you sweating from his stifling body heat, kiss you until you couldn't breathe while his hands lifted your hips to meet his thrusts, and despite your literal king sized bed, he chooses to fall asleep with his full weight on top of you, arms firmly wrapped around your waist making it impossible to wriggle from his grasp.

you groan as the rays of light peek through your blinds and illuminate the broad shoulders that block your line of sight.

"toji." you mutter, patting the familiar mass on top of you. he grunts and makes no effort to roll over to his side of the bed.

"toji, move i've gotta pee." you say, writhing against the mattress and attempting to shove him away. his sigh tickles the skin of your neck, but he relents and shifts to his side, allowing you to slide off of the bed and make a beeline to the bathroom.

after you've relieved yourself, you go through your skincare routine and load up your toothbrush with toothpaste. the flouride doesn't even get the chance to coat your enamel before the door’s opening and toji’s heavy footsteps hault behind you-- right behind you in fact, your back hitting his chest when you straighten up from rinsing your mouth. you don't acknowledge him as he rests his forehead on your shoulder, continuing to brush your teeth. he pokes at your ribs, making you jolt and swat him away with your free hand.

all of 30 seconds later his large hands are snaking under your-- his overiszed shirt and pawing at your chest, his hoarse voice telling you to "come back t' bed."

"oh my god you child, can you gimme a second?" you garble through the foam in your mouth. his hands have slithered down to your hips by the time you've put your toothbrush back and given your mouth a final swish of water.

"okay, c'mon, i'm do--" your words are replaced by a yelp as he throws you over his shoulder in one swift motion. kicking your legs proves useless as one of his arms covers the back of your knees to lock them in place. you can't help but laugh when he slaps your ass that's perched on his shoulder.

"put me down you barbarian!" you shriek as he carries you back to the bedroom like a ragdoll, smirking and turning his head to sink his teeth into the meat of your thigh.

you're still laughing when he collapses onto the bed and hovers over you, using his arms to cage you in and spattering your face with kisses. he only stops his attack when you pull him in by the neck to connect your lips. it's sweet and chaste and has you sighing against him. he pulls away a fraction to meet your eyes, lids heavy as his words fan over your lips.

"wanna go back to sleep." he mutters.

you raise a brow at him. "okay?"

you're met with silience, verdant eyes boring into yours as his unsung request hangs in the air.

a scoff escapes you and you roll your eyes, opening your arms and gesturing for him to embrace you. his low hum of satisfaction vibrates through his chest and sinks into your skin, passes through flesh and bone and nestles into the beating muscle in your chest. his head finds its rightful place in the crook of your neck and your fingers toy with the silky hair at his nape.

maybe it's because you're so used to it, but you can't imagine life without your little routine. the comforting pressure from his body pressed into you, the subtle scent of rosewood that seems to be embeded into his skin, and the shallow puffs of air that skim your pulse as his breathing evens out, easing you into peaceful sleep.

its far from perfect, but it's yours, and you wouldn't change a thing. <3

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flamingpudding · 10 months

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DPxDC Family Week June 24 (Day 7)

Prompts: Distant Relatives | Engrave

A/N: This is what I believe some would call straight up crack :D

AO3 Link: DPxDC Family Week Contributions

How do you tell your great great great great great (how many greats do you add when the child is the x-generation after about… how many years again? Danny had lost count) grand nephew that the ghost king, he just summoned, with an old family heirloom is his granduncle of many generations?

"Batman. Why does the pendant you gave me summon the fucking Ghost King?" Danny heard a familiar man in a trench coat say next to his nephew (he decided he needed to keep it simple there were too many greats to count)

The batman grunted glaring at the man, Danny blinked finally recognising the guy.

"Aren't you the guy who sold like a tenth of your soul to Ellie's spouse? I am sure I also heard Lucifer complaining that Mammon got more parts of your soul than he has." Danny mused as he looked down at them in his eldritch form. Noting how his nephew tensed as he got past that pathetic wall of protection.

Honestly all the protective engravings he had gifted his nephew and nieces through out generations were a hundred times better. How else would a place like Gotham survive on only Lady Gotham as spiritual protection from ghosts of the Ghost Zone and his former rogues that still liked to mess with his children, nephews and nieces? At least Jazz's branch of the family was safe from them this way. He had baby proofed the entire town or better every town a part of his branch family lived in.

"So, trading game, why did you summon me?" He would have liked to stay hidden, you know? The branch family had long forgotten their relation to the Ghost King and Danny had easily accepted that. His own child of chaos had not so much and preferred to play with the earth family branch but that's besides the point. They had used the pendant to summon him, with his own personal engraving. Did that mean they remembered or did his son let something slip to his cousin?

"Trading game." Someone snorted and for the first time since he got summoned Danny noticed the audience around him. His eldritch form did the equivalent to stunt blinking as he straightened up and took count of the children of his nephew. Baby Ghost, Baby Menace, Baby Stalker and Baby Stabby were there.

A gasp left his lips. A Baby Ghost was sick! In a puff of greenish smoke his eldritch form was dismissed and he changed to his favorite 20 years old Phantom form, rushing past his nephew and trading game.

"You poor baby! I didn't realize you were this sick! If I had known I would have done something way sooner!" He fretted as he inspected one of his nephew's babies, hovering around the boy poking and prodding the little guy, well little to him anyway.

"Who are you calling a baby?! Get your fucking hands of me!" Danny only hummed, patting the baby's head, only a little sad that he couldn't look at his face as Baby Ghost was wearing his favorite red explosive helmet and was on duty.

But on second thought seeing their cute little uniforms live was way better than when he had watched them through his ice mirrors. "Don't worry little Red Hood. You will be feeling a whole lot better soon. Your Uncle Danny will make sure of it."

"The fuck?" The sick baby probably looked at Danny like he had gone insane and the ghost king could only laugh. Good had it been long since he interacted with the earth branch family let alone humans. Maybe he should start accompanying his youngest to his visits to earth.

"Constantine! I thought the sigils were supposed to contain him!" He heard his nephew grunt and Danny grinned over his shoulder at them.

"My little nephew. I granted you way better engravings than this pathetic wall of protection." As if to prove a point he flew around the babies, stopping by the youngest and pulling his sword from him. There were gasps of shock as well as complaints and he couldn't help the laugh as little Baby Stabby tried to lunge at him but got held back by the eldest Baby Menace. He just held the sword towards his nephew and trading game as he held his palm against it and let his power flow. Soon the sigils he had placed on the sword as a homecoming present to the youngest baby, when he started living with his nephew, started to appear, glowing and shining.

"You… you engraved your sigils on things the bats own?!" Disbelieve clearly coloring the trench coats' voice as the man paled. His nephew appeared to be close to start brooding like he had seen him do a couple of times through the ice mirrors. Danny returned the sword, huffing amused how little Robin instantly inspected the sword again, the engravings no longer visible.

"Of course I did. I promised my sister a long time ago that I would always protect her children. Though the engravings were certainly hard to hide from one of your babies."

"Sister? Babies?" Baby Stalker aka Red Robin aka little Tim asked and Danny coed. This baby always reminded him of his best friend Tucker and he was glad to have a technology adept child in the family again.

"Yes your great great great uh…" he stopped thinking how many greats he needed to add and ended up sighing compromising with: "...your grandmother many generations ago."

"How many of our things did you engrave?" His nephew finally grunted out, trench coat guy definitely looking like he was having an aneurysm by now.

"Don't remember, decorations, jewelry, toys, weapons, I think I even engraved your belt buckle." The ghost king shrugged, he honestly didn't. Ellie liked to joke that he was way too protective of the earth branch with the amount of protective engravings and sigils he had put up for them without them even knowing. She was still a little cross with them when they started forgetting about their ghostly part of the family after Jazz died.

There was a distinctive frustrated sigh and for a second Danny did feel bad for his nephew. Maybe he should not have just simply spewed everything but he couldn't hold himself back when he saw the sick baby. He was protective of his family, sue him. At least he hadn't given any of his nephews potential mates a shovel talk yet, not like he had with Ellie's spouse anyway. Jazz had banned him from using Fright Knight's Soul Shredder on humans after he had mentally scared and traumatized her first boyfriend with it. Apparently the guy had been too weak to handle it and lay sick in bed for a while after his return from the nightmare realm.

That reminded him! Turning around he flew up to the sick baby again who flinched back from his touch. He ignored that and only made a calming thrilling noise, calling out to the baby's sick core.

"Get the fuck away-"

Poor baby must be suffering badly from uncontrolled anger and ghostly intermittent explosive disorder. No wonder he hadn't developed any of his powers yet. That Disorder tended to be violent, especially the ghostly kind. Carefully letting his power wash over the baby, Danny coaxed out the little underdeveloped core. Usually he would make sure to do these kinds of things for any of his children, nieces and nephews in a safe environment but this was an exception. It was a sick baby core that would receive long lasting damage if not treated.

Gasp resounded as the tiny core came out of the baby's chest, not wasting any time Danny refresh the ectoplasm in it and removed the corrupted one. He then sent the core back into the baby's chest patting him where it sunk back into the body.

"There you go! Should be all good now!" A second after he said it Danny blinked at all the weapons that were pointed at him. He flinched a little as Baby Menace let electricity spark near him.

"WAIT THAT IS THE GHOST KING YOU IDIOTS!" Trading game screamed, apparently finally waking up from whatever stupor he had been in.

"So? He did something to Todd. Who knows what that was." Danny cooed, he knew Baby Stabby cared, his own youngest was similar in that way, just more chaotic in his display of affection, which also earned him his title. Little Damian was also the most intune with ghostly etiquette next to Baby Ghost, considering the reason for the nickname Danny gave him.

"And he can destroy entire dimensions! Do you guys want to doom us all?!" Trench coat countered very much insistent that the babies pull back their weapons.

Danny in return only huffed in annoyance and rolled his eyes. Like he would destroy the home of the earth branch. That man was talking rather rudely to them and he was also stopping him from bonding with his nephews' babies. "Buzz of trading game. This is a family matter and if the babies want to bond then we will bond."

After a moment of consideration he added. "Also don't talk to them like that. They are royalty and I will not have you disrespect them."

With a wave of his hand a green portal opened below the man swallowing him. Being nice Danny decided to drop the man off in his own home. He was the one that taught his nephew how to use the pendant again after all. But he wanted to be left alone with his family. Before his nephew or the babies could panic he smiled brightly and said. "Don't worry I sent him home to his house of mysteries or whatever he calls it. So we can have some family time! Besides, my In-law wouldn't be happy if I harmed his contract even if his soul is a trading game among the demons…"

They all shared a look and seemed to take the ghost king's words for it. Especially as litte Jason finally got out of his shock, patting at his own chest and mentioning that he indeed did feel better. Saying that there was no Pit Madness in his mind anymore, huh so that's what the Disorder got called on earth.

They instantly questioned Danny of what he did to which their ghostly uncle only smiled at the once sick baby without answering. He would have Frostbite to take a second look soon though, just to be safe.

"You mentioned us to be royalty?" The gruff voice his nephew put on when on duty resounded and a warm smile spread across the ghost kings face to the wonder of the bat-clan present.

"I thought that information got passed down through all the generations like the summoning pendant." The ghost king tilted his head. "You do know your part of the Infinite Realms Royalty right?"

"We… are royalty? For real?" One of the babies slowly asked and Danny grinned at them.

"Of course you are. In fact, the little Baby Ghost here-" He flew up to Jason, the once sick baby and placed his hands on the boy's shoulders. "Is the fifth in line should neither my children, nore Ellie or her children want to take over the throne when I don't want it anymore and don't feel like bothering on waiting for someone to beat me in a succession battle."

"Red Hood is? Shouldn't it be like Batman or Robin?" Little Tim asked and Danny sadly shook his head.

"By earth standards, sure. Not by Ghost Zone standards though. They don't have a core, it would be different if they develop a core after death but right now? It's baby Hood here who is in line."

"So… to sum it up." The oldest baby started packing his weapons away and Danny felt just a little bit disappointed but the youngest had his sword out. So maybe a bit of bonding would still happen now that the earth branche knew about their relationship again.

"B is a descendant of your sister which makes him royalty and in turn all his children, blood and adopted equally? And Red Hood is even in line for the throne of another dimension because he has, what you call a core?"

"Yup." Danny popped the 'p', he was about to explain more considering his nephew had adopted quite the stoic look and the babies did appear to become slowly a little too overwhelmed. When a red portal opened and his own son decided to join the family reunion.

"Dad! What is taking you so long? Aunt Ellie is sending me to fetch you cause she thinks you're skipping your meeting with the observants again!"

"KLARION?!" Baby Stalker shouted and Danny blinked. Oh right, his own baby boy liked to bond with his cousin's babies. When was the last time his baby boy visited earth? Oh the babies were taking on fighting stances. How sweet of them! Even his nephew was tensing up and looked ready to fight.

"Baby Spook, are you here to bond with your cousin's again?" Sue him, he couldn't help the excitement. His little chaos was the most interested in playing with his earth branch family compared to everyone else in the ghost branch, including Ellie's children. They liked to mess with entire dimensions though and nearly caused at least three wars in the last ten years. They had also inherited Ellie's ire in regards to the earth branch forgetting their existence. That's why his youngest son had taken it upon himself to teach and bond with the little ones here.

"Bond?" Little Tim questioned while his son sighed.

"Beings of the Infinite Realms bond via fighting. How else are we going to teach babies how to protect themselves and become stronger?" The Lord of Chaos explained in exasperation like he was talking to a toddler. Considering their age differences he kind of was, Danny mused.

"Hold on, does that mean all the times you spent attacking was…?"

"Me bonding with you babies, yes. My siblings as well as older cousins aren't interested so of course that leaves me, the heir and superior cousin, to take care of our earth bound family."

"Even when you messed with the watchtower?"

Klarion arched an eyebrow at Batman. "Just because you are the oldest among the earthly doesn't mean you're any less of a toddler."

"Klarion." Danny warned, his cousins might be babies by ghost terms but that didn't mean he could act all arrogantly with them. Danny might have spoiled the boy since he was his youngest child but he surely had raised him better than that.

"No bonding today, Dad, you do have a meeting scheduled." A sigh left his lips, he guessed it was time to return. The disappointment must have been written all over the ghost king's face as his son huffed in amusement. "Maybe next time, Dad. You can come alone… if you get away from the observants."

"Alright, alright." Agreeing, Danny flew over to the summoning cycle and picked up the pentant before floating to his nephew.

The boy took a step back from him but Danny just smiled and continued forward, placing the pendant around Batman's neck. "My calling card, little nephew. We don't exactly have phones in the Infinite Realms. So use that to call me any time, though now that you guys got reminded about your relation to me I will make sure to come visit more often and not just watch and protect you from the other side."

"See you later Amadillos"

"Bye Bye Baby Bats!"

With that he didn't leave his nephew and the babies time to respond as he opened a portal and he and his son returned to the Infinite Realms, where an angry Ellie was waiting for him. Oh boy…

Meanwhile the bat clan exchanged looks slowly digesting the information dump that had just happened. They had just wanted to have Constantine check on the engraving they had on a family heirloom that happened to be similar to one that was found on an ancient egyptian summon plate and had caused some rather dangerous events.

Who would have thought that the Ghost King himself would tell them that they were apparently related and royalty in another dimension?

"I am so going to rub it in Roy's face that I am Royalty." Red Hood broke the silence.

"I always knew I was of royal descent." Robin added holding himself even prouder than before.

"Am i the only one losing my shit here that B and Robin are apparently blood related to Klarion? Also… just a warning I am going to start digging into the Family tree now." Red Robin informed with a glint in his eyes hidden behind his mask. He was definitely not asking for permission to do so.

"The Ghost King kept calling us babies though." Nightwing sounded amused, watching at how his brothers were taking the news and wondered how the rest of the family would react.

While Batman on the other hand was brooding and appeared to be severely constipated, probably thinking of all the worst case scenarios and most likely trying to figure if he needed a contingency plan for their newly discovered interdimensional family or not.

John Constantine on the other hand awoke back in his home and let out a long and suffering groan with the new knowledge he gained. Apparently the ghost king's in-law had a contract with him and now he also couldn't even be rude to the bats anymore because they were royalty and he would be screwed and potentially risk his entire existence should the Ghost King take offense. He was fucked the next time he had to deal with the bat-clan again.

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serpentandlily · 4 months

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Untouchable VIII - Azriel x Reader

Untouchable - Azriel x Rhysand'sSister!Reader

Summary: For as long as you can remember, you have always had feelings for Azriel, your court’s spymaster. But after centuries of watching him pine after your own cousin, hoping he’d eventually move on, your wish came true. He moved on—with Elain, your brother’s mate’s sister. Unable to watch him fall in love with someone else again, you flee from Velaris, from him. But things are a lot more complicated than that—more complicated than you ever imagined.

Warnings: angst angst angst

a/n: Hey guys! Sorry I took so long to update this story. I got major writer's block for it :(( This chapter is short but I wanted to get something out to you guys. We're almost at the end though! One more part after this and then an epilogue <3 Thank you guys for all the kind words/support! I don't have a lot of free time so I'm shit at replying to your comments/asks but I promise I read them all and they make me so happy! Hope you enjoy!

➻❥ Part I ➻❥ Part II ➻❥ Part III ➻❥ Part IV ➻❥ Part V

➻❥ Part VI ➻❥ Part VII ➻❥ Part VIII ➻❥ Part IX ➻❥ Part X

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Part VIII

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You stumbled backwards, away from the evil sorcerer who was hovering above the lake. You frantically looked at Cedric. “Please, Cedric, what is this?”

He didn’t even look your way. You kept stumbling back until you knocked into the hard chest of one of the guards. He grabbed you by the upper arms, locking you in place despite your attempts to wiggle free.

“I brought you the girl,” Cedric said to Koschei. “Now it’s time to uphold your part of the deal.”

You twisted to look up at the guard. “Deal? What deal is he talking about?”

But the guard ignored you too.

Koschei waved a dismissive hand at Cedric, his eyes still lingering on you as if you were the most fascinating thing he'd ever seen. "Yes, yes. You will have my support to overthrow your father."

"I need more than just your word," Cedric grumbled. "I'm not handing over the girl until you make a bargain with me."

Koschei laughed under his breath. "You wish to make a bargain with me?"

While the sorcerer's attention was elsewhere, you realized this might be your one and only chance to break free.

You threw your cuffed arms up around the head of the guard holding you in place and bucked forward as hard as you could, effectively tossing him over you and onto the muddy ground. A move Azriel had taught you once.

You ignored the shouts and yells as you darted off towards the wooded area that surrounded the lake. You couldn't winnow away, not while the faebane handcuffs were still on you. But maybe you could run and hide, buying yourself some time to think of an actual plan to escape.

You darted into the trees, forcing yourself to run as fast as you could. The air was cold, making it hard to breathe but you pushed yourself forward. You could hear the pounding of feet running behind you. You chanced a glance over your shoulder to see the three guards chasing you but no Cedric or Koschei.

One of the guards winnowed into the clearing in front of you, causing you to scream as you ran straight into him, knocking both of you on the ground. You rolled off him before he could grab you and winnow you away, pushing yourself to your feet. The guard snarled, getting off the ground faster than you considering his hands were free.

"Don't you run," he growled at you.

You took a step back. Another.

Rhysand! Help!

You screamed and screamed for your brother in your head, even though you knew he wouldn't be able to hear you from this distance. You were fucked.

"My brother will come for you if you don't let me go," you hissed at the guards, keeping out of their reach. They were circling you like they were predators who had just found dinner.

One of the guards scoffed. "With Koschei on our side, your brother won't be able to do anything to us."

"Koschei is offering his support to Cedric to kill the King," you shouted back. "Not to help Vallahan fight against the Night Court and its allies once my brother has realized what you've done!"

That seemed to make the guards pause for a second, the three of them exchanging glances as if now just realizing how stupid the Prince's plan was. Mor knew you were going to visit Cedric. That's where they'd look for you first once they didn't hear from you. And you knew your brother would rain hellfire down on the Prince's territory to get you back.

Suddenly a loud noise cracked in the air like two boulders smashing against each other, causing the ground to rumble. You fell, your legs collapsing, as three people winnowed into the clearing. You let out a cry of relief. Your brother stood in his fighting leathers, looking ready to murder with Cassian by his side. But it was Azriel who made you falter.

You had never seen him look as angry as he did now—it almost spiked fear in you despite knowing none of it was directed in your way. He looked feral, unhinged.

The three guards around you were misted by your brother before you could even blink. Their blood rained down on you, still slightly warm. You gagged, rolling over and trying to push yourself to your feet.

“Y/N!”

You heard your brother shout but his warning came too late.

You felt someone grab you by your hair, lifting you off the floor. You let out a cry of pain, your cuffed hands rising to grab the attacker by their wrist to get some of the pressure off your scalp. You were turned forward to face your brother and the two Illyrians just as the cold metal of a dagger was placed against your throat.

“Don’t move,” Cedric ordered and you realized it was him who had you in his grasp.

“Get your hands off of her,” Azriel growled. It was dark and full of primal rage. You knew Cedric felt it by the way his body shuddered in response but he held his ground.

“I don’t think so, shadowsinger,” Cedric hissed.

Azriel’s shadows poised around him like venomous snakes ready to attack. Your heart was pounding in your chest, your nerves on fire. But still, the pain of seeing Azriel fought its way through despite the dire circumstances. The image of him and Elain together was enough to almost fold you into Cedric’s embrace.

Perhaps death would be a mercy compared to the anguish building in your chest.

You focused on your brother instead. His violet eyes were hardened with rage, his entire body tense. “Let my sister go, you bastard, and I’ll consider making your death swift and painless.”

Cedric chuckled, his hand in your hair tightening causing you to whimper at the sharp pain. Azriel took a step forward at the noise but came to a halt, his eyes drifting to the area above your head.

You felt it then, that dark presence. The foreboding. You knew Koshcei was in the clearing now. Could feel his horrid magic in the air. This was a powerful death god sorcerer and despite your brother being the most powerful High Lord, he was no match with a God. None of them would be.

“Kill them,” Cedric demanded as he too realized Koschei was here.

But the death god did no such thing. Instead, you felt his darkness wrap around you, encompassing you into its hold. You let out a cry of fear, calling out for your brother.

“The girl belongs to me now,” Koschei said. “Leave and never return or I will do more than just keep her as a little pet.”

“Why do you want her?” Rhysand switched into his diplomatic role, realizing a fight would not be won here today. “Whatever you need her for, I’m certain I can do it all the same. Better, even.”

He was…He was offering himself over to the sorcerer in place of you?

“No, Rhys,” you cried out. “Just go!”

But you were ignored.

“Unfortunately,” Koschei drawled. “I do not have a taste for males otherwise I would take you up on your offer. But your sister will do just fine. There is nothing you can give me for her. I don’t think you even realized what a prize she was—what sort of power she holds.”

“Anything,” Rhys begged. “Please, I will give you anything. You want my armies, you can have them. You want my court, take it! Just give her back. Please.”

You couldn’t believe the words coming from his mouth. Rhys would never give up his power, would never give away his court and his people. But here he was, offering up all he had for you. You had caused this. You had made the mistake of running away to Cedric. This was all your fault.

“Get him out of here!” you shouted to Cassian and Azriel.

All you could think about was your brother’s lovesick bargain with Feyre, of his death leading to hers, of Nyx left with no parents. No…Rhys needed to get out of here before things got worse. You tried to convey your thoughts to the other two Illyrians with a single look. Cassian gave you a dip of the head in understanding, evidently having the same thoughts.

Azriel wouldn’t look at you, his rage filled eyes focused on the sorcerer that held you.

“Anything,” Rhys pleaded again, surging forward. But Cassian gripped him by the shoulders, holding him back. “I’ll give you anything.”

Your eyes darted between the three of them. At Cassian’s look of despair and uncertainty, Rhy’s pleading face and Azriel….Azriel who was shrouded in his shadows, who circled him in a frenzy—his eyes darkened, his lips twisted in a snarl. He took another step forward.

“Let her go,” he growled. You swore the birds in the clearing took off fluttering, as if they knew the sort of darkness that was coming. But Koschei let out a small noise of understanding before he chuckled—an awful noise.

“What an interesting turn of events,” Koschei purred, his grip on you tightening.

“Kill them,” Cedric hissed, slight panic in his eyes. If Koschei left him behind, you knew your brother would tear him to pieces.

Koschei chuckled again, as if realizing the same thing. In the end, he would get what he wanted without having to follow through on his half of the bargain, not if Cedric was dead.

“Say goodbye to your brother,” Koschei laughed in your ear. “And your lover and friend. You’ll never see them again.”

“I’m sorry, Rhys,” you cried. “I’m so, so sorry.”

Rhys fell to his knees, Cassian still holding him back with his lips pressed in a thin line. You felt Koschei’s shadows wrapping you up, spreading up your legs. Time was running out. Azriel stepped closer with another growl.

“I will kill you for this,” he promised, his eyes shifting from Cedric to the sorcerer. “Let her go!”

Your voice caught in your throat. All the words you wished to say to him with it. You loved him, still, even after knowing these past few months had all been a lie. Your heart was broken, stomped on, discarded by the only one you had ever given it to—but you loved him. You always would.

He finally looked at you, his hazel eyes so full of rage but you saw it then, the fear.

“Take me,” Azriel shouted. “Take me instead!”

Koschei laughed again. “Oh, but it is much more fun this way, shadowsinger.”

His shadows spread over your torso, up your neck, nearly choking you. Tears ran down your face; you were gasping for air. You took one more look at Azriel. One more look at the male you loved with all your heart. One last look because you knew you’d never see him again.

Azriel met your gaze—fear and anguish written all over his face. And just as the shadows began to darken your vision, something snapped into place. Something gold and bright. A thread that extended from your chest and speared right into the shadowsinger. A mating bond.

Azriel’s grip his chest, his eyes wide, as he stumbled back a step. You watched him realize it at the same time as you. Something burned on your hip and you realized you were feeling Azriel’s bargain tattoo dissipating. He screamed your name as Koschei laughed one more time, swallowing you in his shadows.

Azriel’s pained roar shook the trees of the forest around them and echoed all the way to the small cabin on the lake, where you were thrown to the hard flooring, still shackled and trembling.

Koschei stood over you, his face a painted picture of glee and lust. He tsked, circling around your weeping form. Your thoughts were filled with Azriel. With your mate. You could feel his horror, his rage, his anguish, all through the bond.

“Did you know,” Koschei purred, “that Cedric and his family are quite exceptional at illusions? The magic runs in their family.”

You were crying, panting—barely able to hear his words.

“No, I suppose you didn’t,” Koschei laughed. “Those images of you walking in on your mate with that little fawn were never real, my dear. You fell for Cedric’s tricks and now you’re here. You’ll never see your mate again.”

Those images of you walking in on your mate with that little fawn were never real, my dear.

You hunched over, falling limp against the floor as sobs racked your body. You had lost everything, everything, tricked by that stupid Prince. You couldn’t breath, couldn’t think, couldn’t feel anything except the crushing weight of your despair.

And all you could hear were those final words.

Over and over and over again.

You’ll never see your mate again.

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

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multi-fandom-imagine · 3 days

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LUCIFER MY BELOVED <3 <3

I love pregnant reader/Lucifer stuff, could I maybe request some domestic fluffy dad-to-be Luci pls?

A/n: Dad!Lucifer 👏

"Are you sure you are okay?" Lucifer hovered over you as you were relaxing in your chair.

Letting out a soft laugh, you sighed as you placed your hand on your belly letting your eyes drift closed for a moment. "I'm fine Luci, you need to stop worrying so much."

Lips quivering, Lucifer knelt beside you as he rested his cheek on your belly. "Darling...I have too." Giving you a pout he then placed a kiss to your wrist smiling up at you. "You are a goddess, you needed to be treated as such."

Letting out a yawn, you let your body relax into the seat as he started to message whatever ached. Your eyes drifting close. "Fine." You muttered giving him a teasing smile letting your fingers caress his cheeks, Lucifer arching into your touch.

"I cannot wait to meet you." Lucifer muttered placing another kiss to your belly. "You are very loved...you have your mommy and daddy....you have your big sister Charlie and Auntie Vaggie." Closing his eyes the King of Hell clutched the fabric of your dress as he blinked away a few tears.

"I promise I will be a good father."

"You don't have to promise Lucifer, because you already are."

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“What is mine is mine” [ Yandere! King! Aegon X pregnant!Wife! reader ]

Warnings: sadism- blood- Possessive aegon - mention of sex - Incest

Summary: After a long day in the court and council you finally back to your chambers with your husband. When you return, you get into a situation with the maid that drives your husband mad.

It was a really quite day for you as queen and a little boring because of the endless meetings about the war. You were also on Aegon's small council. And now it was your duty to listen to him as he talked about the war with his usual nonchalance. He acted as if the war was a joke. He leaned back comfortably in his chair. Your grandfather Otto was trying to explain the dangers of war, but Aegon didn't seem to care. A mocking sound came out of his mouth, a mixture of a snort and a laugh. He crossed his elbows on the table and moved a little closer to the table.

“Good, to war then.” He said that, then he looked at you with a playful smile on his lips.

“ The war isn't a game darling”. you replies to him without breaking eye contact. He stared at you with a cheeky smile on his face. You were always more mature than him. “It is a game for me my sweet queen”. he replies.

You didn't answer him because you do not want to engage in a useless stupid discussion with your husband. Especially with a sensitive topic like war.

“I think that's enough for today ”. He leans back in his chair and looks at the members of the small council. “But your grace-”. Otto tried to speak, but aegon immediately interrupted him.

“I said enough! Do you want me to repeat myself?”. He replied in a stern tone.

The hand looked at him as he said “No- no your grace”.

Moments later everyone started to leaving you and your husband face to face at the small council table. Aegon glared at you and got up from his chair as if you were a horse about to be hunted.

He walked towards you and turned your chair to face him “Did I tell you how hot you look today, my love?”. he smilies his charming smilie at you.

You smile and try to keep up with his teasing “No. you didn't”.

He smilies and replies “I think I should show you instead of telling you ”. He grabbed you by your waist and placed you on the council table. Then he kicked the chair away and smiled at you cheekily.

You try to tease him by putting on a disappointed face “I think I get it my dear”. you said

He frowns gently “What is it? Don't you like that? ”.

“I want to go my bedchambers ”. You reply

“Oh.. come on.. be a good girl and spread your legs for me dear darling”.

“No”. you teasing him back.

He frowns sweetly, then smiles cockily and climbs up onto the table to hover above you. “Aeg- wtf you doing right now”. you chuckle. His kisses on his neck tickled you. He grabbed both of your hands and pinned them to the table with his hand while the other slid to your waist.

“You are delicious, my love. what can I say”. he chuckles

You groaned lightly and looked at him. he smilies at you and leaned down to kiss your lips. You bit his lips hard, causing him to let out a loud moan and pull himself away from your lips.

His thumb touched the blood on his lips. he chuckles and said “ I will punish you for this My naughty queen”.

you chuckle and got up from the table “Okay...but keep your punishment in our bedroom, I don't want prying eyes to watch us ”.

“Ohh I will.. ”. An evil smile appeared on his face and he began to lead you towards his chambers.

When you two arrived at the room, aegon groaned in frustration when he saw the group of the servants waiting for you.

He threw himself on the bed and looked at you. You went to the servants and they began to untie your hair and pull the straps of your dress slowly. He watched carefully as your clothes were being disposed of, piece by piece.

Why would you need servants when you have him? He can tear your dress apart in a matter of seconds. A white silk robe has been brought for you. aegon's wild mind started telling him to tear this robe into small pieces.

While he was looking at you, he noticed that one of the maids was touching your body more than necessary. She was clearly caressing your body.

Aegon notices this out of the corner of his eye. And he can't help but feel a mixture of rage and jealousy, seeing another person's hands on her. He looks at the maid, his look making it obvious that he noticed what she was doing.

He got up from the bed and said in a stern and somewhat angry voice “All of you leave us now.. Except this girl! ”. He pointed to the maid who was close to you.

The maids nodded and left quickly. The girl knew that she was in big trouble now.

He couldn't help feeling a bit jealous. It might be unnecessary to be feeling that way... but it was just how he felt.

“What's wrong aegon?”. you said

Aegon ignores your response and quickly approaches and grabs the maid by her hair “You desire my wife, don't you? You want to touch her...and kiss her...don't you? ”. His words were full of venom and anger towards the maid.

“Aeg- listen ”. Before you could finish your sentence, he interrupted you and said “She must do her duty but instead she wants to Fuck you doesn't she? ”.

“Y- your g-g-grace I-”. The girl tried to defend herself, his grip still tight in her hair.

“Silence! I haven't given you the permission to speak ”. He shouted at her

You watched your husband with a confused expression, not knowing what to do. He refused to listen to you.

“I'll show you what happens when you touch the king's property”. he replies to the girl. Then he drags her by her hair towards his huge bed and handcuffs both of her hands to the bed frame.

“Aegon stop- You're trying to calm him down

But with no avail He has already begun to punish the girl he bring his crossbow and arrow Ignoring your words and ignoring the girl's cries and pleas.

Your eyes widened when you saw what your husband was about to do to that poor girl “AEGON! ”. You lunged towards him and grabbed his arm.

“No Y/N I should show her”. He smiled evilly and looked at the girl, ready to shoot.

He shot her with an arrow without batting an eyelid. You stared in shock and then looked at him. he looked back at you and smilies. He dropped his crossbow and moved closer to wrap his arms around your waist.

“You're mine. understood? ”. He looked into your eyes and knelt to kiss your belly.. “Maybe I should fuck you in front of everyone to prove to them that you belong to me”. He muttered as his hands caressed the small bulge of your belly.

you chuckle “This was too much honey you know- ”.

“Who cares about a whore ?”. he replies then continue his sentence “Beside.. I don't want to see this robe on your body, take it off ”.

you felt ecstatic after his words. And before you can comply with his orders He pulled you towards him and you both fell to the ground.. “Oh my god.. My son-”. you speak

he chuckles “Don't worry darling I won't hurt our son”.

He lay on his back and placed you on top of him “Now...should we finished what we started in the council room? ”.

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nejiverse · 5 months

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WHAT DOES JOGO HAVE THAT I DONT?

Sukuna, Choso, Gojo

In which you ask the boys this exact title. Fem! Reader

cw: a bit suggestive in sukuna and gojo’s part

613 words

"Sukuna, what does Jogo have that I don't?", you asked as you followed closely behind the king of curses and made sure not to trip over any rubble littered across the streets of Shibuya.

"What are you blabbering about this time woman", he rolled his eyes.

"Like do you have a thing for volcanoes or something? I mean love don't judge but I sure as hell do. That's weird Sukuna", you came up to his side, crinkling up your nose to show your disgust.

He narrowed his eyes and before you could even process what was going on, he had your cheeks squished together in his hand, his nails grazing your skin which was sure to leave crescent like indents.

"Who are you calling weird?".

You laughed and shrugged your shoulders. "Forget I said anything", your words came out muffled.

"And on that note, why d—", his hand was now over your mouth and annoyance graced his face.

"You really do talk a lot. If you have nothing better to be doing with that mouth of yours then—", another presence made Sukuna pause and turn around.

You folded your arms with a frown. "Way to ruin the mood Uraume".

"Choso...what does Jogo have that I don't", you asked. You were currently helping him tie his hair up into those two puffs he always seemed to have.

He raised an eyebrow, puzzled by your question. "Nothing....why?", he asked cautiously.

"You two were practically breathing the same air back there, I literally thought you two were about to kiss at one point", you pouted. Choso felt your grip on his hair tighten a little.

"I think you might be overanalysing the situation", he responded, which he instantly regret. The tug on his hair was enough to let him know that you didn't like his answer.

You tilted his head up to the ceiling, you face hovering over his. "I'm not", you mumbled.

"What ever you say it is, is what it is", he nodded his head affirmatively.

You mad at him? Damn he gotta die now.

"Toru, what does Jogo have that I don't?".

Gojo groaned and facepalmed. "Not this again!".

Last time you asked this question, was the time he fought Jogo and was practically holding hands with him.

You swung your spoon around haphazardly in his face to emphasise your point. “Babe you were literally riding his arm, that’s basically bestiality”.

“Y/N WHAT THE HELL??”, Gojo looked offended that you would even say that about him but to be honest you weren’t completely off the mark with that one.

"You're always violating him, violate me instead”, you murmured which Gojo heard loud and clear. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to his chest.

“If that’s what you want i’ll happily oblige~”, he teased.

“Let go of me, I was joking. What I want is to eat my ice cream”, you huffed, turning around in his arms to face the counter which had the tub of ice cream perched on top.

“Mm that didn’t sound like a joke to me…”, he responded, taking your hand and dipping your finger into the tub before placing your finger in his mouth.

"Relax baby. That big headed idiot doesn't do it like you do”, he ran his fingers along the lines on your palm.

One this was for sure. Jogo was better than you cause you sure as hell would've busted right there and then.

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tarantado-si-viann · 11 months

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The Elves Reacting To Their S/O Wearing Their Clothes^^

Pronouns: You mostly so it's GN^^

A/n: So, hello! I'm new here on tumblr and I just thought that a nice, maybe warm, headcannon ( is that how you spell it? ) would do good for a first start.,. I'm sorry in advanced if there are spellings that are needed to correct! Also, I was lowbat at the moment so I could only do three huhu. But either way, please enjoy<3

P.S- if you liked this one, do me a favor and reblog, won't you?

LEGOLAS•°`~

• "And what's this I see?"

• Although Legolas didn't mind lending his clothes to other people, you may be the first to amuse him in this state.

• There you were dressed in his casual, green, elven shirt with his double sized elven pants on you.

• "Why, hello there! I don't believe we've met...?" he smirks, rubbing his nose as he circles around you in curiosity. You giggled at his pretending and you played along.

• "Y'know, I haven't seen such a handsome ellon like yourself," you state and punch his arm gently. "You are?"

• For a moment, Legolas doesn't know what to say. In fact, he paces around, brewing the correct words until they lingered on the edge of his tongue.

• "The love of your life."

• You were shocked with his sudden answer and felt a trickling heat that crept onto your face in a flustered blush. You stumbled back while hovering your right palm unto your dusted cheeks in embarassment. Legolas chuckled and pulled you close into his arms.

• "Oh, melleth nin, I adore you so. However, I was truly surprised to see you in my own garmets. What made you think of this adorable nonsense?"

• "I didn't think I'd come up to this as well. You know me, full of surprises. Wait... are you perhaps cross?"

• Legolas kissed your forehead and rubbed circles on your back.

• No, Legolas wasn't cross. He was delighted by this incident that he even offered you to borrow more of his clothes next time. Why would he be cross with the person he loved the most?

• "I am not cross, my love. I am very happy and this just gave me an idea! Why don't we do this together? You wear my clothes again and I'll wear yours. Are you up? We could go surprise everyone here in Mirkwood!"

• A fond smile painted on your lips as you nodded in agreement. "Sure thing."

THRANDUIL•°`~

• "Y/n!" A needy voice echoed down the halls calling your name.

• "Huh?" you flinch on your spot, hurriedly placing king Thranduil's belongings back to where they exactly were minutes ago.

• Although you may had messed up... too much. Why, you didn't even know where to begin.

• "Where do these hangers go? How about the robes, oh! And the brushes as well!" you thought while your hands quickly picked up everything you saw. Hot damn!

• The footsteps grew louder and louder until they finally stopped at Thranduil's room. He was annoyed, no joke.

• The door carefully opened, revealing you caught in the headlights.

• "Y—"

• What were those? WHAT WERE THOSE ON YOU? WAS THAT HIS RED ROBE AND RINGS ON YOUR FINGERS?

• Thranduil was speechless. Unlike his son, he wasn't too keen on lending his spare clothes. But this, this would have to been an exception.

• His irritation disappeared like a bubble in an instant. "Uh... I'm sorry..." you sighed and began to remove everything you had a hard time putting on. What was truly the waste was the small, leaf branch circlet thingy that took you hours to prepare.

• However, Thranduil stopped you, a shy look on his face.

• "N-no... please... ke-keep them... I mean, well, uh... I—"

• You laughed nervously. "Wait what?" He looked so sincere, so that had your mind twisted in confusion and at the same time, gave you a hard time comprehending what he just said, not to mention his stuttering.

• "No... keep them, please. As long as you're happy, my dear."

• You blinked a few times before a happy grin etched on your face. It was a sight to see for Thranduil.

• He walked closer to you and fixed the stray hairs on your face, tucking them under your ears. He hummed in satisfaction before placing a quick kiss on your lips. He then turned back to the door when he didn't notice you followed his heels. "What?" he asked you in the least of annoyance.

• You shook your head and wrapped your left arm around his right one. Giving in, he dare let you roam inside the halls with his vibes radiating off of you.

• But wait...

• Where's the circlet thing????

ELROND•°`~

A/n: oof, that's my father figure^^

" Dear, Y/n! Please slow down!" Lindir called from behind you, dragging his heavy clothes along as his panting grew louder and louder across the halls.

You didn't pay mind to him as you continued to jog towards the council meeting, to which you could already see outside the door.

Lindir, who was too tired to chase after you, leaped into the air, catching you off guard, and grasped the end of your long robes. His body hit hard on the floor which made you shriek in guilt.

"Oh, Lindir! Are you hurt? Where does it hurt??" you worriedly call as you helped him sit up. The ellon wore an irritated expression on his usual bright face which made chills slither down your spine. You knew this wasn't normal, and to Lindir… well…

ENOUGH WAS ENOUGH.

"Y/n! Calm down at once! My lord Elrond will not be pleased when he finds out that you have fitted once more into his fine robes! Not even the mere 'fun' I'd expect from someone as superior as you. Yet, you've decided to do it again, I mean, LOOK AT YOU!!"

This wasn't the kind of critique you had expected from your best friend. Nonetheless, it offended you when you realized you had offended him as well. This poor elf was now injured for your sake. He just didn't want you to be judged and judged so rudely. No, not like the last time you imitated Lord Elrond's attire at one feast. Damn elves.

"I'm sorry, mellon. I'd be careful next time. But… I don't want to take these off yet! Can't we make most of the hard work?" you pleaded, pulling the puppy eyes that seemed to get everyone and literally EVERYONE all of the time.

"Screw this. Be free, Y/n. You are big and old enough to make decisions of your own." he spits with concealed amusement in his tone. To this, you smile, help him stand and leave him alone in the hallways.

"Make Elrond love you hard!" you kept in mind.

The council consisted of several elves including the Sindarin, Legolas, and Elrond who was seated at the edge of the circle of chairs. Gandalf was on one side and a dwarf at the other edge. The rest was occupied by more elves, a hobbit, and two humans, leaving you a rather intentional saved spot beside the Lord of Imladris.

Everyone's eyes laid on you. You had imitated every part of Elrond— his hair, clothes, shoes, and a hand made ringlet that matched his own.

Elrond raised a brow at you, but you could tell that he was delighted with… you. "Ah, well someone's tardy today. Where have you been and what have you been up to?" he asks slyly with a smirk on his face.

"I certainly had brewed some sort of mess back in your chambers. Tut! Well, that's nothing to worry about now, meleth. We should begin this instance!" you smile cheekily, patting his arm, head resting on his shoulder. You had made yourself too comfortable before a meeting. How would you be able to focus now?

"We'll discuss this 'brewed mess' after today's meeting. For now, we will figure out ways to destroy the ring."

•°`~~~~~~♪

This was so dumb.

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hyperactively-me · 4 months

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ok hear me out, imagine you and king!ghost are in an argument, and princess is smaller than him, so you have to try to hold this behemoth of a man at bay, but when you're angry and fighting with him, he finds it adorable and he just picks you up and throws you over his shoulder, much to your dismay. king ghost just thinks you look so cute when you're flushed and angry, like a feisty little kitten :)

CUTEE. he has those cartoon-y heart eyes when she's angry at him, which makes her even more mad.

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king!ghost x reader -- upside down warnings: none

You stand before your husband in a grand chamber of the castle. It had been a long day, and you were exhausted. The air crackles with tension as your voices clash in a heated argument. Simon practically looms over you, looking down at you with annoyance, yet a hint of amusement begins to creep onto his face.

"And that's why you can't simply add a knife throwing contest into the royal banquet! It's supposed to be serious!" you exclaim in disbelief.

Simon's amusement deepens, and he raises an eyebrow at your objection. "But, lovie, a knife throwing contest would be a great addition. Imagine how entertaining it would be."

You scoff, incredulous. "Simon, we're talking about dignitaries and nobles. This is not the damn circus! They expect a refined and elegant affair!"

You try to hold your ground, glaring up at him with the defiance he knows very well. Your words are sharp, but they seem to bounce right off his towering figure. As you argue, the more animated you become, the more he finds it...adorable, to say the least.

His stern expression softens, and he can't help but think how cute you look all flushed and angry with a pout on your pretty little lips.

In your growing attempts to maintain some semblance of control, you raise your voice, crossing your arms in a futile attempt to appear more imposing. Simon, however, remains unfazed.

Ignoring your protests, he steps closer, standing tall above you. His hand gently lifts your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"Dove," he says, his tone surprisingly calm as his deep voice rumbles through his chest, "you look adorable when you're all worked up."

Your mouth falls agape, and oh boy, he's in for it now. Before you can retort, he swiftly lifts you off your feet, throwing you over his shoulder effortlessly. The sudden change in position leaves you momentarily disoriented.

"SIMON RILEY! YOU PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW!" you demand, squirming in his grip. From this vantage point, all you can do is pout and glare, beating on his back with your fists.

Ignoring your protests and painless smacks, Simon chuckles to himself, his laughter reverberating against your stomach. He fastens his arms tighter around the backs of your thighs, resting dangerously close to your ass.

"I can't believe you find this funny!" you declare, crossing your arms over your chest even whilst hanging upside down. The more you resist, the broader his grin becomes.

As you continue to demand that he puts you down, he smirks playfully and decides to have a bit more fun with the situation.

"Couldn't resist," he teases, patting your ass with his free hand, strolling towards a lavish couch in the corner of the room. "Not my fault that a beautiful woman was yelling at me."

"I swear, if you don't put me down, RIGHT NOW—"

Before you can finish your sentence, with a swift and practiced motion, he unceremoniously 'body slams' you onto the soft cushions, causing an indignant yelp to escape your lips. He has to stifle a laugh when he looks at your now disheveled appearance, the fire in your eyes burning brighter than ever.

You sit up, shooting Simon a glare that could melt steel, but he only leans over, face hovering inches from you as he grins down at you.

"Have I ever told you that your spirit is one of the things I adore most about you?" he asks innocently.

You huff, crossing your arms and attempting to maintain an air of dignity despite your undignified landing onto the couch. Simon, however, seems unfazed by your irritation, his grin only widening as you start to straighten out your hair and clothes.

"Your sense of humor is seriously twisted, Simon," you retort, shooting him another glare as you push hair out of your face. Despite your frustration, a small smirk tugs at the corner of your lips, betraying the fact that has antics had a way of breaking through your annoyance.

He chuckles, taking a seat beside you on the couch. He leans back in his seat, watching you finish straightening yourself out on the couch. "I think I'm charming," Simon says.

You shoot him a look that says "charming is not the word I would use," but there's an undeniable fondness beneath the surface.

"You definitely have an interesting way of lightening the mood," you deadpan.

"But wasn't it effective?" Simon wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer as he leans in to plant a soft kiss on your cheek. "And you have a peculiar way of makin' me fall in love with you more every day."

You scoff, trying to play off the compliment. "Smooth talk isn't going to get you out of trouble, Simon Riley."

He raises an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Trouble? What trouble? I was just trying to have a bit of fun."

You give him a pointed look, but the warmth of his embrace and the playful glint in his eyes make it difficult to stay mad. "Fun that involves throwing me down on the couch?"

He shrugs, "Alright, maybe I did get a bit carried away. But admit it, you're smiling."

You can't help but finally let a small smile escape despite your efforts to maintain your stern expression.

"Knew it," he says simply.

"That smile doesn't mean you're getting away with body slamming me, Simon."

He chuckles, squeezing you gently. "Fair enough."

With a sigh, you lean into him, unable to stay mad for long.

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you keep watching my eyes

Merlin/Arthur Pendragon. 1.100 words. General Audiences. AO3.

…….

"Come on, attack me as if you mean it."

Merlin adjusts his footing into a defensive posture, expecting his taunt to rise something in Arthur. It does. Apart from his words, his eyes are heavy on Arthur’s, his lips red and smug, his hands clenching and unclenching, ready to cast.

A soft breeze ruffles his hair. Arthur swings his sword.

Their weapons clash with a piercing sound, the force of it sends a thrill down Arthur’s arms. He laughs with exhilaration and swings again.

Little are the times when they can escape from their duties. It happened more often when Merlin was his servant, but since Arthur named him court sorcerer they never seem to have time for themselves, even though they still spend most of their days together.

That's why Arthur decided to tell Merlin to go to the stables that morning, and without explanation, he threw him the reins of his horse.

Merlin didn't complain, so he took it as a win.

The travel through the forest was surprisingly swift and uneventful. The gallop of the horses blended with the singing of birds above them, and blooming flowers announced the coming of spring. In the middle of all that nature, Arthur watched Merlin admire the landscape, and longed.

They arrived at a clearing covered in daisies, ate some of the food Arthur had brought and talked about the latest court gossip they knew. Then, when the silence grew too comfortable, Arthur had the marvellous idea of duelling, him with his sword and Merlin with his magic. The idea turned out not to be so marvellous, because he is, as expected, losing.

Merlin fends off every single one of his blows with magic. Arthur has never had more fun sparring.

“Is that all you’ve got?” Merlin taunts him, and, all right, he’d have more fun if Merlin didn’t spend half of the time mocking him.

"I'm trying here," Arthur does not whine, because kings don't whine.

"What? Is this too hard for the best warrior of Albion?"

Arthur gives him a smirk,

"You think I'm a good warrior?"

Merlin rolls his eyes and attacks again with the one-handed staff he had conjured. His eyes shine golden, like a sunset but better. Arthur gets a good few hits, trying to get closer to him.

Arthur swings to his right, leaving his left open, and Merlin hits him with a beam of magic that sends him to the ground, landing on a bunch of daisies.

"You keep watching my eyes," Merlin points as he offers him a hand, "which is a good way of getting yourself killed."

Arthur takes the hand and gets up. He is closer to Merlin than he intended, but neither steps away. There, face to face, breathing the same air, Arthur pretends to be calm and with a grin says,

"What? Trying to kill me often?"

Merlin looks at him with something resembling fondness, but that might be exasperation. Then he puts his hand on Arthur's shoulder and gently pushes him, creating a distance between them Arthur never wants to be there.

"One last time?" Merlin asks. Arthur nods and grabs his sword from the ground.

He swings first, to Merlin's right, the sword bouncing off a golden magic shield. Merlin moves his hand down, and magic forms the vague shape of a sword that looks less solid than Arthur knows it is.

Merlin is not holding his weapon; it hovers in the air above his hand, and though it gives him agility and speed, it lacks firmness. Arthur strikes it, stepping towards Merlin, who steps back. Merlin swings, meeting Arthur's sword once, twice. He steps back again and slowly circles Arthur. He is careful to fully face Merlin at all times, though that is something he doesn’t need much practice on.

It’s easy to lose yourself in the slow dance that is fighting. Paying attention to every little one of your opponent's movements, and pointedly not looking at his eyes. Merlin raises his sword, and Arthur meets him there. Then, he lowers them both with a swift movement, and takes advantage of the lack of obstacles between them to tackle Merlin with his shoulder.

Because that is something Merlin has not yet learned. Your weapon is only an extension of yourself, and you must fight like you dance: with your whole body.

He lands on top of Merlin with a thud, and grinning, he says,

"I think I win."

Just after he speaks he realises how breathy his voice is, how his panting is less controlled than he thought it was. He notices how Merlin's chest moves against his own.

He rolls off him before their closeness makes him do something stupid, because this is something he has yet not learned: He can’t just tackle Merlin and expect to feel normal when they touch. He settles on his back, grass tickling his neck and forearms.

"You win," Merlin breathes. He then gets himself comfortable on the ground and closes his eyes.

Sunlight filters through the tree leaves and paints Merlin with light, and Arthur wants to trace every inch of his face with his fingertips. The curve of his lips, his nose, his cheekbones. He wishes he could have the peace to see him like this every day, forever.

"I can feel you watching me," Merlin whispers.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he whispers back.

Merlin's lips stretch into a smile. He turns his face towards Arthur and opens his eyes. Arthur does not have the strength to look away.

Merlin props himself on an elbow, and looking down at Arthur, haloed by the afternoon light, says,

"Hi."

"Hi," Arthur answers, unsure how to react and what to do as Merlin brings a hand to his cheek, and, ever so slowly, leans down.

When their lips touch, it’s like the sun meeting the horizon. Arthur never wants to let go. He wraps his arms around Merlin, who climbs onto his lap without breaking the kiss.

Arthur lets his hands travel to Merlin's neck, then lower to whatever warmth they can find. He can feel one of Merlin’s hands on his chest, where his heart threatens to escape from his ribcage.

"I think I win, now," Merlin murmurs against his lips.

Arthur can only manage a "hm?", his mind fuzzy.

"I'm on top of you. I win."

Arthur huffs.

"That's cheating."

"According to who?" He can feel Merlin's smile against his.

"Me." He runs his fingers over Merlin's cheek, his chin, his jaw. It feels better than he would have ever imagined. "Now stop talking."

#merlin #bbc merlin #merlin bbc #merlin fanfic #merthur #merthur fanfic #my writing #arthur x merlin #merlin x arthur #bbc merlin fanfic #arthur pendragon #i realized i never posted this here.... oopsies

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arachnixe · 2 months

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Small Minded

They say there are powers—unfathomable and unnamed—buried deep within the earth. Boons and banes and spirits and seductions call to the ambitious, but I've never known of someone actually finding one until now.

What does one say to a dark sorceress on the cusp of her victory?

My knight, so loyal and brave, wheezes and gasps for breath within his broken armor. Our roguish friend, normally so quick witted and talkative, lies silent and unmoving in a pool of blood. I don't have the strength left to heal either of them.

"Let it sink in, Princess. I've won."

She has. I bow my head in defeat.

"The Godsblood is mine."

It hovers within her reach, an unshaped carmine gem formed of the crystallized blood of whatever forgotten god was buried here. The sickly sweet scent of its power, like rotting fruit, fills the air.

"With it, I shall wield ultimate power."

Yes, the power to remake the world according to her whim, to raise mountains from the sea or to sink cities into the abyss at her pleasure, perhaps even to rewrite the laws of space and time if she desires.

"At last, I will depose your father and rule all of Rutennia in his place!"

I jerk my head upright and stare at her in disbelief. "What?"

The sorceress Velle grins like an idiot. "You heard me, Princess. Your whole kingdom will be mine."

My face must betray my feelings, judging by the way her confidence falters at my reaction. "You've claimed a power like this, and all you can think to do with it is take over this kingdom?"

"Your father—"

"Yes. I know." I wave off her explanation, disinterested. "He didn't see your worth, you wanted to show us all, I get it, but if all you wanted to do was rule Rutennia, you could have just courted me and then poisoned my father!" I scrub at my face in frustration and suppress a scream. "What small-minded ambitions!"

That throws her off balance. "Small minded? I won! I'm getting everything I want!"

"And what you want," I retort, "is a single grain of sand on a beach." I ball my hands into fists and stalk toward her, outraged that my friends died for so little. "You are a cat who stole a siege engine to catch the mouse that once eluded you. You wouldn't even know what to do with the kingdom once you had it."

Velle barks an indignant laugh. "As if the king does!" She casts a hand toward me, magically halting my approach. "No, he has others handle all the administrative duties so he can simply bask in the worship of his subjects!"

"And when the people don't worship you?" I ask through gritted teeth, "because trade with Melland and Istow has completely halted without their kings' cousin sitting our throne?"

"I'LL MAKE THEM!" She makes a tugging motion in the air, yanking me forward to shout the words in my face. "With the Godsblood I can make my subjects dance like puppets at my command! They will all kneel before my throne."

This close to the gem, the scent fills my senses. It leaves me feeling lightheaded, giddy, almost delirious, even. It draws an inappropriate giggle out of me before I can retort. "Build a doll out of cloth and sticks. Make it kneel. Put worshipful words in its mouth. It will mean just as much. Personally, I got tired of playing with dolls at age eight."

Her face reddens. "You think you can trick me into giving up my goals? You think you can convince me this power is worthless?"

"Worthless?" I cackle. "The power of a dead god, worthless? No, only the things you imagine doing with it are worthless. You want to know what you should do with all that power? I'll tell you."

She leans forward, obviously curious.

"Istow's ports give it mastery of the sea and trade we need," I explain, as if to a child, "but we don't need them if we bring the sea to us. Flood their plains, drown their whole nation if you'd like, but take that bargaining chip away."

Some dim, distant part of me says I shouldn't give her ideas, but every inhale of the intoxicating aroma of Godsblood fills my mind with visions of what that power can do. Why can't she see it as clearly as I do?

"Melland," I continue, "is weak but well defended by the terrain. Pull the mountains down onto their capital, swallow their impregnable fortress in a new chasm, and their resources become ours."

Velle's eyes light up with understanding. "Yes, yes, you're right!"

No, no, no, even I'm still thinking too small. Like a petty warlord with a mere weapon. But this is no weapon, it's the power of a god. I take a deep breath and focus. I need to be thinking like a god.

"No, why set our sights on conquering our neighbors," I muse aloud, "when there's a whole world out there to reshape? We don't need what they have. It's not a zero sum game anymore."

Judging by her face, I've lost Velle again, but I don't care. My thoughts race. With every breath I take, my vision crystallizes.

She doesn't need to understand. I don't speak for her to hear; I speak because I must. "A perfect world, answering only to me. Every river, every pebble, the mountains and the seas, the very stars in the sky, all mine…"

"No." The sorceress shakes her head and tightens her grip on the magical restraints holding me in place. "The Godsblood is mine. I found it. I got here first. You lost."

She sounds so petulant, so small. Velle doesn't understand power, not really. She's merely a spurned court magician who deluded herself into thinking she was more, not someone with the will to rule.

And this is no inert stone. The heart's blood of a god demands to be wielded. It demands the will to wield it.

It was mine the moment I decided it was mine.

Without transition, the stone is already in my hand. A twitch of a thought tears Velle's restraints to pieces, no more than a cobweb caught on a boot.

She's screaming, shouting something, flinging spells my way, but my attention falls instead upon the crumpled figures of my dear companions.

With a thought, I am no longer next to her. I stand beside my knight, seeing him inside and out. His body is a trifle to mend, and like wiping dust from a windowsill, I smooth away the injuries. With little effort, I scan the thoughts within his mind, and… oh, what useful secrets lurking within! Many ways to control this one if he chooses to resist me.

My thief is dead. I refuse to abide that for the only one I recall who could consistently make me laugh, and a god deserves a jester even more than a king, right? All it takes is a touch to reignite the spark of life and bid the soul return to its body; funny, I always imagined resurrection to be a more difficult process.

Last of all, my sorceress. I don't need to read her thoughts to recognize her profound denial of the reality of this situation. She flings chaotic bolts of fire and lightning and ice at me, howling threats and curses that mean very little.

If I want her as my high priestess, I should impress her more.

We stand in the middle of a great empty ribcage, and yes, I think a god-bone crown would suit me. Brittle ribs bend like supple grasses, shrink and weave themselves into an ornate crown to rest on my head. I crush the Godsblood gem in my fist and direct the shards to implant themselves in pleasing patterns within the bone.

Velle ceases her assault. I watch her delusions melt away upon witnessing me destroy the gem. The light of understanding dawns within her mind that my power is entirely mine, never to be stolen. A god-bone collar snakes around her neck as gently as a princess's gloved hand, and I can taste her complete surrender.

The whole world also aches for my touch, but it will have to wait just a little longer for my design to perfect it. There are many more boons and banes buried within this graveyard world, and I'll need every last one if I wish to extend my reach beyond even the stars.

And my first three worshippers still need training.

#empty spaces #my writing #corruption #princesses #gods

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luvyunjinxo · 9 months

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The quiet game 💤 -g!pchaewon x fem!reader

"The first one to make a noise loses." - Kim Chaewon

"Deal."

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Chaewon and you have been best friends since the new school year has started and have been inseparable ever since. You both shared secrets together no matter how dark it was, but there was this one time where you guys were having a deep girls talk.

The conversation went from boys, to talking about sex. You both knew both of you guys were freaks, who was top and who was bottom. You were a pathetic bottom and she was always a top<3. So when it came to this topic you were always interested.

"So, have you ever had it before Y/n?" Your throat went dry because you were inexperienced and shy to even do that if you were gonna be honest. "Uhm, nah."

"How did you know so much about it then 😭" She started dying of laughter. You just left a nervous laugh but you knew you weren't even that innocent anyways. But after a minute of stopping it goes silent.

Suddenly she started looking into you eyes deeply you could see your own reflection in those sparkly eyes of hers, you got lost in her lure. "Do you wanna try it?.." she said sternly, which caught you by surprise.

You just stared at her for awhile and gulped. "What if I do?" You really did not know if she was serious or not but you went along with it. I think you know where this is going honestly.

"Do you wanna experiment together?" Her voice got more raspy, a seductive tone type of way.

"Are you challenging me or something?" You questioned "It could be." She let out. "What are you trying to say Kim Chaewon?"

"The first one to make a noise loses." "Deal."

She hovered over you on your king-sized bed and took both of your arms to pin it above your head. "You like this don't you? Your best friend about to fuck the hell out of you." She said while her breath was fanning your neck. You were so sensitive there you don't even know how she knew.

"I don't think you need any of this anymore." She says while she starts undressing you from head to toe. You were stripped naked. She started kissing your neck, tits, and anything that felt like perfection to her. You know this was so wrong but you couldn't help but doing it with her.

"Now for the real challenge Y/n, you have to be quiet. Then in return we do the opposite and I have to try and be quiet. Got it?"

"Yes mommy." Chaewon was shook. But ended up smirking because you knew she had the biggest mommy kink ever. She started to go down on you feeling your wetness. Started off with small kitten licks, to fully making out with your cunt really. You felt so embarrassed because you saw your arousal all over her nose, lips and everything. "You like seeing yourself on me princess?" You whined.

"Was that a noise?" You went quiet. She let it pass this one time. She was back to doing her normal job but instead of only her mouth she added her fingers and went at a fast pace making it harder to not moan. So in return to this overwhelming pleasure, you covered your mouth with your hand.

"What do you think you're doing? Thats cheating." She forces your hand off that noisy ass mouth of yours. You were bound to make noises now oh my gosh.

Her fingers and her movements continue, hitting your clit a lot of times. You feel like you were gonna cry because you couldn't let all the noises out. It felt too good. More embarrassing too because all you could hear in the room was the lewd noises from down there. "Your gonna cum aren't you." She sped up her fingers and mouth.

"Shit ! " You yelled. She looked up at you to see if you were gonna make the tiniest noise. You threw your head back and your eyes rolled to the back of your head but no noise came out except a bunch of curse words.

"You did such a good job for me baby. You can see if I can make any noise now." With that you complied and started to undress her. You were so babyyy. You were so inexperienced and didn't know how to do anything. So with the clingy baby you are, you started sucking on her mounds and pinching her sensitive buds. "Am I doing good?" You asked.

She just gave you a nod in return and started gripping on your hair again to continue. "You didn't say there was any rules did you? Except not making any noise right?"

"Thats .. r-right baby." A little chuckle came out of your mouth. "Okay then, don't mind if I do this right?"

You entered yourself on her hard cock and started riding it slowly. Gave you a hard time to adjust, but Chaewon guided your hips.

Fuck, you could tell she was that close to making a noise due to your tightness. You were not gonna lose today. Plus now that you could make a noise you could do all the teasing you wanted. You were so good for a beginner.

"This feels good right? .. T-too bad you c-can't make any noise." "Just like that mommy." And other stuff you said was making it harder for her to keep the noises in.

"Fuck it. I'm a loser today." She broke and started grunting while screaming your name. Little did you know she was about to cum, but she let you know instead.

"Y/n .. don't s-stop please! I'm gonna c-cum!" She came inside you leaving your hole dripping with her fluids leaking out of you. You liked seeing the sight of her on you fr.

You guys finally relaxed and laid next to each other, looking at one another in the eyes. "Y/n I know this is the wrong timing .. but will you be my girlfriend?"

"Of course dummy." You playfully hit her shoulder and chuckled.

"I love you."

#fypシ #kpop smut #le sserafim #le sserafim smut #fem reader #wlw smut #le sserafim hard hours #kim chaewon #chaewon #chaewon smut #chaewon imagines #chaewon imagine #kim chaewon x reader #Kim chaewon smut #18+ content #chaewon le sserafim #le sserafim x y/n

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anonymous-dentist · 4 months

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It's a rainy Saturday evening, and Cellbit is alone in his apartment agonizing over his bills yet again (it's hard to pay rent when you're a convicted felon unable to hold a goddamn job.) His dinner is cold and uneaten in front of him, and the news is playing quietly on his phone on the other side of the room: another bank robbery, oh, wow, cool.

Cellbit, as usual, is completely alone. He's an orphan, he has no friends, his neighbors are all either dead or at work. No pets. No one.

He glances up from his bills when there's a light knocking at his door. With one last look at the bullshit in front of him, Cellbit pushes back from the kitchen table with a sigh. He cracks his neck, messes his hair up, grimaces and flattens it again, and then he goes to answer the door.

He opens the door to thin air.

And then he looks down and sees a young boy in an oversized yellow football jersey looking up at him through his hair, a smile on his face.

"Uh," says Cellbit. "Can I help you?"

The boy sticks a chubby hand out, rocking back onto his heels. "Hi, I'm Richarlyson!"

Cellbit only hesitates a little before crouching and sagely accepting the hand and shaking it. (He likes kids, so what?)

"Where are your parents, Richarlyson?" he asks.

Richarlyson's smile only widens in response. "Right here! You're my dad!"

Cellbit laughs, he can't help it. "Yeah, funny."

He stands and puts his hands in his pockets. He looks down the hallway and sees nobody, not even any of the usual rats.

"I'm being serious!" Richarlyson huffs. He stomps his little foot, cheeks puffing out in annoyance. "Here, I'll show you!"

And then he pushes his way into the apartment, ducking past Cellbit and running to hop onto Cellbit's couch. He pulls his backpack off and starts filtering through it without a care.

Oh, God, no.

Cellbit follows Richarlyson in and closes the door behind him, reaching for his phone on the table and closing the news. He can-not have some random runaway kid in his apartment, that's basically a jail sentence already.

"See, once upon a time there were all these fairy tales, right?" Richarlyson asks. He pulls a hoodie- blue, oversized- from his backpack and tosses it aside. "But then they all disappeared!"

"Fairy tales," Cellbit politely says. "Right."

"But I know what happened to them! The Evil King made them all lose their memories, including-"

"Don't you mean the Evil Queen?"

Richarlyson frowns. "Don't be sexist."

Cellbit blinks, mildly taken aback. His finger hovers over the phone app, ready to call the police. When Richarlyson isn't looking at him.

"Anyway," Richarlyson continues, turning back to his backpack, "as I was saying, the Evil King cast a spell and made everybody forget who they were, including you."

...So maybe Cellbit should call an ambulance instead.

But, before Cellbit can try anything, Richarlyson makes a triumphant noise and pulls a big, heavy-looking storybook out of his backpack. He hops off the couch and runs to Cellbit, holding the book out for him to take.

Cellbit looks at the book, and then he looks at the kid, and then he looks at his phone and starts calling the police.

Richarlyson shouts and slaps the phone out of his hand. "No! Listen to me!"

Cellbit scowls and bends down to pick his phone up. "I'm calling your parents."

"Are you deaf?" Richarlyson demands. He smacks Cellbit hard upside the back of his head with his book. "I just said you're my dad!"

Cellbit yelps and clutches the back of his head, still crouched. He glares at the kid.

"I don't even know you," he says.

"Yeah, because the Evil King made you not know me. He made everybody forget, and now everybody is in danger! You need to come help everybody before it's too late!"

"I'm not a hero," Cellbit tells him. He snatches his phone up again, finally. "Which of your parents can I call? It's either them or the police, and I do not want to deal with them tonight."

(Especially not after they caught him trying to feed the stray cats outside of the bus station earlier that evening, ouch, he's going to be sore in the morning...)

Richarlyson's eyes light up. "You're a criminal? Cool!"

"Not cool. Crime is not cool."

(It is.)

"You're supposed to be a hero, though," Richarlyson muses. He frowns again, thoughtful. He drops to the ground, cross-legged, and he opens his book and starts flipping through it. "I remember reading that."

Okay, no phone number from the kid himself. That's fine. Cellbit likes to fancy himself a bit of an amateur detective (he's played enough Ace Attorney for it, anyway.) He can find the number himself.

While Richarlyson reads, Cellbit sneaks around him and tiptoes to the couch. Picking up the kid's abandoned backpack, Cellbit starts silently going through it looking for any kind of identification- a bus pass, a school I.D., anything.

"What's your last name?" he asks.

"Dunno," Richarlyson responds, nose deep in his book. "None of my dads really have one. Unless you do?"

He looks up, wide-eyed and hopeful.

Cellbit carefully hides the backpack from view.

"Legally, no," he answers. "But you should know that if you're really my son."

Richarlyson glowers. "It's not my fault the Evil King sent you all the way over here instead of letting you stay with us!"

'Us', okay, that implies a family. That's a good start.

Cellbit relaxes against the back of the couch. "With you, you and your mom?"

"Nope, me and Pai Forever and Pai Felps and Pais Tazer e Craft and Mãe Bagi."

Cellbit blinks. "So I'm not your father."

"No, you are. Now shush, I'm researching."

Richarlyson puts his finger to his lips; Cellbit acquiesces, miming pulling a zipper across his lips.

Speaking of researching...

Cellbit starts rummaging through the backpack again. Now that he has some names to work with, it'll be easier to find some kind of identification, right?

His hand brushes against a hard piece of plastic tucked into the backpack's front-most pocket. Bingo.

Pulling it out, Cellbit looks it over until he finds a 'Forever' and an address, but no phone number.

Quesadilla City, hmm. That's unfamiliar.

"Found you!" Richarlyson announces.

He runs to Cellbit's side, book clutched to his chest. He hops onto the couch and sits next to him, legs swinging as he places his book in his lap.

Cellbit has always been a painfully curious man, so he can't help but look down and see what fairy tale Richarlyson has decided he is.

His face falls.

Puss-in-Boots.

"Yeah, no," Cellbit scowls. He stands and drops Richarlyson's backpack onto the floor, heading to the kitchen to grab his jacket off of the back of a chair and his keys from off of the counter. "You're going home. Get your stuff."

"So you're gonna help?" Richarlyson asks. He does, at least, start packing his bag up again.

"No, I'm taking you home, and then I'm coming back here to my home so my landlord can kill me when I don't pay my rent this month."

"What, you're broke?"

"I'm not discussing my financial situation with a child."

"Even though I'm your son?"

Richarlyson scurries to the door, waiting for Cellbit to open it before rushing out into the hallway.

"You aren't my son," Cellbit sighs. He shuts and locks the door behind the two of them, already grimacing at how much he'll have to pay for gas trying to get Richarlyson to wherever Quesadilla City is. "I've never even had a partner."

"Not here, you haven't."

Cellbit trips over his own shoelace, bristling at Richarlyson's giggle.

"Come on, let's go! You've got a world to save!"

Cellbit yelps as Richarlyson grabs him by the arm and starts pulling him out of the building and towards the parking lot.

Fairy tales, yeah, right. Cellbit's lived long enough to know better than to believe in happily-ever-afters, let alone evil kings or fantasy curses. Happy endings aren't real. Especially not for him.

Or, the Once Upon a Time AU

#lost fairy tale au #guys i came up with this au in the shower earlier and couldn't stop thinking about it #a.d.'s fics i suppose #a.d.'s fics i suppose.

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An AU in which a young adult Danny inherits a branch of FentonWorks located on Gotham, he does some work as a Ghost hunter, as Phantom, and as the illusive Ghost King.

Then one day he get an odd request; He, Daniel Fenton, is hired to protect the hero Phantom, himself, from the evil ghost king, also himself, at the request of the Justice League.

🤣 I fucking love you, anon. I would credit you if I could. I'm calling this: Fenton, King of the Scams

Due to length, I'm splitting this bad boi in two.

Danny got into the 'family business' mostly due to a lack of other options. Anywhere that would do blood or physical tests would spot he wasn't completely human pretty quick. But, despite working in FentonWorks, he gained a reputation both from ghosts and humans as an extremely fair arbitrator.

He won't destroy your property- unless absolutely necessary- but he WILL sit down with you and the ghost bothering you and figure it out. 90% of the time, the ghost just can't get to the GZ, or needs to talk to a friend/family member one last time. Sure, you're out $25/hour, but the problems are almost always solved without bloodshed.

He's even worked with Constantine a few times! Nobody knows why, but ghosts really seem to respect him. And the JL respects him as well.

News, however, moves slowly in some parts and quickly in others from one side of the veil to the other. The JL knows, now, the Ghost King is up and around permanently. (True)

They know that, historically, the GK is evil. (True- with Pariah. Most of the others were good. There's a reason the former kings kept their names, and Pariah's was changed to...well...Pariah)

And they know Pariah Dark hates mediums and living humans. (True!)

They do not, however, know that the Ghost King has changed; The King of the Damned, Lord of Screams is an unknown, although he does admit- having his Title reflect his ghostly wail means it's a little bit ominous.

Phantom, meanwhile, is known as a superhero- albeit a dead one. He works with the Bats, the JL, and YJL willingly.

No one has, as of yet, connected patient (albeit snarky), careful Danny Fenton with aggressive, often asshole-ish Phantom. Fewer still- outside of Amity Park- have connected Phantom to the Ghost King of the Damned. Or, more commonly in Amity Park- King Phantom.

Danny found this out on a normal Tuesday evening.

"Phantom!" Batman called, and the ghost stopped to hover nearby.

"Hey tall, dark, and furry! What's shakin'?"

Batman scowled. (Victory!) "Phantom, the Justice League has a long-term contract for you."

"Ooh! What is it?"

Batman handed him a folder. "Let me know tomorrow night- same time and place- if you can take it."

"You got it, bats! Good night, sleep tight, don't let the dead bugs bite!" He cackled as he flew away. "Dead bugs. Ooh that was a good one."

When he returned- not home, he knew there was a tracker (it had become somewhat of a game between him and the batfam. Loser bought BatBurgers)- he looked through it. And promptly laughed until he nearly cried.

The next day, he- as Fenton- went to the JL's Gotham station. "Hi, Leslie, I'd like to speak with- Batman probably isn't in yet. Constantine? Or someone involved on order 7 GH-1800B?"

The receptionist looked through- she couldn't see any details past level 2, but she could see who to direct him to for questions. "You're in luck, Danny! Batman, Constantine, Superman, Green Lantern, and Green Arrow are all on it. Superman's up top, just take the blue elevator and push the top floor button."

"Thanks!" It said something that he was here often enough to be friends with the staff. He'd never get over the beauty of space. Every time, as Fenton or Phantom, it took his breath away. The way the stars wheeled, the way he could hear them thanks to his obsession.

"Still beautiful, isn't it?" A voice asked. He jolted, then grinned apologetically at Superman.

"Sorry. I was supposed to be finding you, but- every time, it gets more beautiful."

He nodded. "I can understand that. How can I help you, Mr. Fenton?"

"Danny, please. I actually had some questions on this order protecting me from the Ghost King?"

"Sure. I know Phantom's not the most discrete hero," fair, but ouch, "but his power set is best able to combat ghosts."

"Oh, I know that- we worked together a lot, back in Illinois. I guess the question is- why from the Ghost King? The current one isn't bad. I'd say he's pretty good, myself."

Superman smiled a little pityingly. "I know you think the best of ghosts- and usually, you're right! But this guy- we've been looking at historical records, and he's a real piece of work."

"Oh, you mean Pariah Dark," he said, now understanding. Easy mistake.

"Exactly. So until we get a few ways to combat him, we'd like to keep our Ghost Expert safe and sound." An alarm blared before he could correct the Man of Steel. "I've got to go- just stay safe, ok, Danny?"

"But Pariah Dark is- aaand you're gone. Ok then."

Maybe it was time to come clean to the JL. Memories of being on a dissection table at a GIW base, turned in by someone he'd trusted, flooded him and he winced. Or he could make easy money protecting himself.

Yeah. That sounded good.

"Did you really have to drop the trackers in a pile of bat droppings at the zoo?"

"You found them! Hey, at least we know it works even if you're-"

"Phantom," he warned.

"In deep-"

"Don't."

"In deep shit."

Batman sighed heavily.

"I'll take it, by the way. I talked to Fenton, we worked together a lot, he's cool with it."

Batman rubbed his temples. "Thank you."

"Sure! Hey, can you even feel yourself through that material? Whoa, that came out wrong. I meant can you feel your head- oh, that's not better."

"Have a good night, Phantom."

"You too! Sorry for the innuendo! It'll probably happen again."

"At least you recognize that." Was that a smile? Double score!

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"So how's this look?"

"Good, but do we really want to summon the Ghost King?"

"That's the only way we'll find out if this works- it's been months. We need to know if the weapons we've altered with hurt him."

The summoning began. It was a long, tedious affair; generally, if one knew a spirit's title, they could do a summoning in just a few minutes. But something like this? Constantine and Zantana agreed, it was some of their best work. The King wouldn't be able to escape this, and more importantly, would be unable to attack them.

After nearly half an hour, the two magic users plopped on the ground, sweating and exhausted. "Is...something supposed to be happening?" Asked the Flash.

"It didn't work. HOW didn't it work?!"

Superman cleared his throat. "Would it still work if you had the wrong name?"

Slowly, both magic users turned to him. "Explain," the magician hissed, and Constantine pulled out a cigarette.

Superman cleared his throat. "Well. What if Pariah Dark isn't a title, but a name?"

Constantine closed his eyes. "Fuck this. Alright, Supes, what happened?"

"Well- Mr. Fen- ah, Danny came by to ask about the order of protection. He said the Ghost King was an okay guy, and then asked if I 'meant Pariah Dark'. So would that affect it?"

Constantine rose, left the room, and screamed. After a moment, he returned. "Somebody call Fenton, please. We need a nap."

"And a beer!"

"Two beers. Each."

"Oh, hey, Wonder Woman. How are you doing? Did your curator friend find another haunted artifact?"

"Well, thank you. And yourself?"

"Pretty good, thanks!"

She smiled. "Good. She does have a few leads, but nothing solid yet. I was wondering if you could tell me about a few ghosts?"

He nodded. "Sure, sure. Want something to drink?"

"Whatever you're having is fine," she replied easily, and sat on his creaky old couch.

He sat across from her and passed over a mug of hot cocoa. "So, who can I tell you about?"

"Let's start with Pariah Dark."

He made a curious noise. "You know, Supes asked me about him a few days ago, but ran off before I could say anything. Are you looking for his powers, history, or?"

"Is Pariah Dark a name or a title?" She asked.

"Bit of both. He became king a few thousand years ago, but was just the worst. When he was stopped the first time, ghosts stopped using his real name, and replaced anything with his name on it with Pariah. Dark was his real last name, though."

She frowned. "The first time? He is no longer the King?"

"About...eh, a thousand years ago, give or take a few centuries, the Ancients got together and sealed him to stop him from destroying the world. Nobody could win head-on, though, so he was king in name. Then, a few years back, he was released, and decided to do the whole destroy the world thing again," he said.

"But the current King didn't want the world to be destroyed, so he, Phantom, and other ghosts held him at bay long enough for him to challenge and win in single combat, then become king. Like I told Superman, though, he's a good guy."

"And do you know this new King's name?"

Oh. Shit. "We're allies, and it's incredibly unwise to share information like that about him," although technically, they already knew it, "but I can tell you that he's known as the King of the Damned, and he's very human friendly, minus a few crazies."

There. They'd be able to summon him with an incomplete title, but bindings wouldn't work without at least part of his name and his full title. It was why beings like Clockwork went by 'Master of Time', or Clockwork instead of their true name.

Wonder Woman's gaze sharpened- she'd caught onto the half truth. Luckily for him, her emergency communicator beeped before she could get out her lasso. Hooo boy. Maybe he needed to lay low in the GZ for a bit.

"Phantom, where is Fenton? The person you were asked to guard?" Batman asked.

The other side of the communicator was silent. "Phantom, respond." Silence. Batman turned to Constantine. "Any luck?"

He shook his head. "Turns out he didn't give us a true name. I keep getting images of his female counterpart in Illinois or a weird thermos, most of the time," he said. He sighed deeply. "The rest of the time, there's a ghost way scarier than Phantom in a crown."

"It's my fault," the Amazonian princess said quietly. "I kept pressing about Pariah Dark and the new King. Fenton warned me sharing information about the current Ghost King was unwise- I should've known even speaking about him could get Fenton in trouble. And if Phantom swore to you to protect Fenton, well."

"Hey, you didn't know the guy had a werewolf with portal powers that would just kidnap him," the Flash offered. "Who could? It's nuts."

"I think we only have one choice," Superman said warily, "and I don't like it." Superman had an understandable nervousness of ghosts- they were one of the only things that could reliably harm him without kryptonite.

"Neither do I. But l'll see if Zatanna is free."

In the secretary's desk, who'd had to leave early a week ago and was still in the hospital, was a note from one Daniel J. Fenton. It said, in general, that he was sorry he had to leave abruptly, but he would be perfectly safe with Phantom as an honored guest at the Ghost King's court for the next month.

The interim receptionist incorrectly noted this as junk mail, or perhaps a bit of fanfiction, and let it alone.

There was a painful tug in Danny's gut, and he groaned. "My liege?" Fright Knight asked.

"My apologies, I'm being summoned to the mortal realm," he said, then cocked his head to the side. "As King, not Phantom. Hmm. I'll see you all as soon as I can."

"We understand," said Queen Dora, and Danny took his true form.

Phantom looked like a young man, albeit with white hair, big eyes- basically, as friendly as he could while still being taken seriously. His true form was a little more...eldritch. He didn't actually have feet like this, just a long, black tail. His entire body, really, was that of a massive black serpent made out of static- if serpents had four arms with sharp claws, if their coils randomply dissipated into green and black smoke before remaking, and-

Ok. He looked...nothing like a serpent. Danny did, however, have to admit, the black crown, burning in ectoplasmic fire that matched the curling green horns and solid green eyes did make a pretty cool accessory for summonings.

Danny liked summonings- sometimes. More accurately, he liked fucking with people. And this would be a perfect- wait, was that Constantine?

At first, John thought it another dud. Nothing appeared in the circle. "Is it just me, or is the temp dropping in here?" The Flash asked.

Batman grunted- as good a yes as they'd get.

"King of the Damned, you have been summoned to this place. Show yourself!"

Constantine, a moment later, wished he hadn't spoken. It was impossible to keep track of the monster before them- its' body kept shifting and changing. One moment, static. The next, a clear view of the milky way. The next, stars he'd never seen before and that no mortal was meant to.

"Y̷o̵u̶'̸l̸l̴ ̴f̴i̴n̸d̶ ̵i̶t̴ ̸e̴a̵s̴i̸e̷r̷ ̵t̸o̶ ̷f̷o̶c̴u̷s̷ ̶o̵n̴ ̸m̶y̵ ̸f̴a̸c̶e̶,̵" said the King, kindly enough. Superman covered his ears and winced.

He- it? Danny'd always referred to it as a he. He was right. Somehow, the massive, green glowing maw filled with giant teeth and solid, unblinking eyes below fiery white hair and massive horns was easier to focus on. He hurriedly looked away from the horns, which were changing shape and size as quick as the rest of him.

"Right. We're looking for a missing persons- two, actually," he said. "Do you know where Danny Fenton and the spirit known as Phantom are?"

Did he know- Danny couldn't help the laugh. "O̷f̴ ̴c̷o̶u̴r̷s̶e̵!̷ ̷T̴h̴e̸y̷ ̴l̵e̵f̸t̴ ̴a̶ ̴n̷o̷t̷e̶ ̸f̷o̵r̴ ̸y̵o̸u̸,̸ ̶r̶e̴m̷e̶m̵b̵e̸r̴?̶"

Batman spoke. "We received no notes."

The King frowned. "L̵e̶s̵l̷i̴e̸ ̷d̵i̸d̸n̶'̶t̶ ̷g̵e̶t̶ ̵i̸t̷ ̶t̷o̴ ̷y̴o̵u̴?̷ ̶F̶e̶n̶t̴o̴n̶ ̸s̵a̷i̶d̵ ̶h̸e̸ ̸l̴e̶f̷t̷ ̷i̸t̴ ̵w̴i̴t̵h̵ ̵a̶ ̸m̵o̷r̸t̴a̴l̵ ̷b̸y̵ ̶t̴h̸a̶t̷ ̵n̶a̵m̷e̴.̶" He tacked on the 'mortal' at the last moment. Man, it was hard to be yourself while playing like you weren't yourself, while acting like you knew yourself a little.

Flash jumped up, and less than a second later, cleared his throat sheepishly. "So, uh. Honored guests at your court?"

He nodded.

"Can we talk to them? One or both?"

#inthememetime #danny phantom #danny phantom au #dp x dc #dpxdc #ghost king danny #john constantine #danny fenton #ask answered #fenton King of Scams #long post

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spearhoney · 3 months

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⚠️ smut underneath ⚠️

Note: I'm into chan lately and it's clearly his fault so here you go ;)

"Do you like it? Does it hurt?"

You shook your head as a response as you were busy holding in the moans from escaping your mouth. You can't broke the one and only rule that Changbin has already set up for you only for this night.

"Only moan when I'm the one who fuck you, okay?"

At first, you thought it would just be like a piece of cake as the only dick that have given you tons of pleasure was Changbin's, so you don't put a high expectation on Chan's.

But it turns out that his was bigger than your boyfriend's.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Bin? Just lemme hear those beautiful sounds from her!" Chan yelled at Changbin who was jerking himself at the corner of room with his eyes fixed on you. He gave Chan an evil grin.

"Oh you wanna listen to it? Alright, my turn then." He stood up from the chair and went straight to the drenched king-sized bed. Chan really knows how to play with your pussy; literally came twice with just the touch of his majestic fingers.

Chan groaned and left you edging on the bed, sweats were drooling down your face, on your whole body. As Changbin hovered over you, a loud needy whine came from your mouth while moving your hips near to his tip; tears started to fall down as you really need to reach the climax where Chan left it hanging.

Slowly, Changbin slide his length in and you can't help but let out the most beautiful sound that Chan have ever heard. With each thrust, a moan escaped your mouth which you definitely wouldn't held them in again. Changbin gave Chan a glance, showing off how good he could make you feel and Chan just gave him a straight middle finger.

"Binnie, I'm so close", you said in between the moans while clenching your walls around him, causing him to groan in pleasure. Suddenly, Chan approached from behind and pushed Changbin away, left you to clench on nothing but air. Changbin looked at him in surprise.

"Sorry mate but I can't let you do this to me, not this time." Then he filled you up again, stretching you wider than Changbin did and thrust you harder than before. Your mind became totally blank to think at the moment and just wrapped your hands and legs around Chan's neck and waist while screaming at the rough pleasure. Deep down, you already know that you would literally get punish for breaking this rule but oh god, you've never experienced sex as good as this.

After a few more hard thrust, Chan's dick was completely covered with your liquid. Your body was shaking vigorously, something that even Changbin couldn't do. Changbin just stared at you in disbelief. Chan was breathing heavily while peppering soft kisses on your face and your neck, slowly pulling him out and laid on the bed, smiling proudly after what he just achieved.

"Oh my god, that was heaven. I think I need to write a song about this." Chan laughed while closing his eyes, showing his dimples on both of his cheeks.

You was breathing heavily while your eyes were wandering around the room until you landed on those sharp eagle eyes of Changbin. His dark gaze, filled with wrath and jealousy really went through you as if an arrow pierced through your heart. You felt like your heart stopped beating for once when you heard his voice for the next second.

"Guess I shouldn't be nice to you anymore since you like it rough hm?"

#changbin #skz #skz changbin #stray kids #changbin smut #hehehe #spearhoney #changbin x reader #binchan #bang chan #skz channie #chan smut #i love them

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southerngothicchic · 6 months

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I have King Steve on my mind again tonight 🥴

18+

The sounds of the raging storm faded away as the only sounds you focused on were Steve's whimpers and moans, as you rode him. His back was pressed against his headboard as you straddled him.

The teasing movements of your hips had him moaning your name, as his nails dug into your hips. His hooded eyes took in the sight of your breasts on display in front of him and he leaned forward and pressed wet kisses to your nipple.

You sighed his name while fucking him faster.

"S-Slow down, angel," he breathed. "I want to enjoy this."

"Sorry Stevie, you just feel so good," you breathily apologized, against his lips.

"I like when you call me that," he smiled, before kissing you.

You breathed it several times as you trailed kisses down his neck.

He moaned as he began thrusting up, into you roughly. He was hitting all the right spots, and you knew you wouldn't last much longer.

"You love this, don't you, angel? Thinking you have the upper hand just because you're on top..."

"Y-Yes, God, it's so good..."

"Yeah? Am I the best you've ever had?" He asked, making you look at him.

"Fuck, yes..." you choked out, your mind going fuzzy.

"Such a filthy mouth when I'm fucking you, I love it," he laughed.

He then pulled you close, so his lips were at your ear as he revealed, "Your perfect pussy is the best I've ever had, too."

"S-Steve, I'm so-"

"I know, honey, so am I. It's too fucking good, shit..."

Your moans mixed with his as he held your hips in place, so he could thrust up into you, harshly.

That was all it took for you to succumb to him. You leaned against him, head on his shoulder as he found his release. He held you close, his hand running through your hair as he breathlessly praised you.

"I love you, so much, angel," he breathed, getting you to look at him.

"I love you, too," you softly replied, cradling his face.

He smiled, sweetly, before pulling you into a kiss.

"Lay back and get comfortable, ok?" He then instructed, while his thumb caressed your cheek.

You nodded and eased yourself off his lap and rolled onto your back, next to him.

He quickly hopped off the bed and slipped his underwear back on before going into the bathroom. He returned with a wet washcloth and tenderly wiped your thighs.

You smiled up at him and he leaned over to give you another kiss.

After you partially redressed, you and Steve got under the covers and he turned on his small TV. You snuggled into his chest while he wrapped you in his arms. He pressed more kisses to the top of your head, murmuring little "I love you's."

You could now hear the rain blowing against his window, along with the low volume of the TV. Steve's light touches were also soothing you to sleep. You didn't realize how tired you were until your eyelids felt so heavy, that it became impossible to keep them open. He had evidently worn you out, since you had been having sex off and on, all night.

He had a voracious appetite for it. He craved your body and your touch, unlike any boy you'd ever been with. You wondered if this was what adult relationships were like, as he was maturing before your eyes. Little by little, his old persona was disappearing and a new, sweet, loving one was taking its place.

You guessed it was his love for you that made him undergo this change. Although, 'King' Steve has his moments, you were glad to see him go.

You weren't sure how long you'd been asleep, as it felt like you had only just closed your eyes, until you felt movement beside you. Plush lips kissed your cheek, as your back was once again pressed to his sheets.

You slowly opened your eyes and saw Steve hovering over you.

"Hi," he softly greeted, nuzzling his nose against yours.

"Hi," you echoed, sleepily smiling up at him.

"You're so pretty," he lamented.

"So are you," you replied, still with a smile.

"How do you always know the right things to say?" He asked, against your lips, before kissing you.

"Its a gift," you answered, making him laugh.

"Y'know, this has been the best night I've had in a while," he admitted, between kisses. "And it's all because of you."

You sighed his name into another kiss, this one more heated than the last.

"I can't get enough of you..." he breathed, as his hand glided under your shirt to cup your breast.

You simultaneously gasped at his touch and when you felt how hard he was as he moved his hips against yours.

"You just look so fucking perfect underneath me, angel, I'd keep you like this all the time, if I could..."

You weren't even ashamed in how much you wanted that, too.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington smut

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