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Love your blog! Always excited to see you come across my dash!
May I request monstrous!Dan x fem or gn!Reader? I’m talking Beast from Beauty and the Beast but make it Dan. And he’s fascinated by reader not immediately screaming and running upon happening across him in the wastelands (and instead being fascinated by him in return). Would love if it lead into some size difference smut!
I knows it’s Monster Fucker-y so if you’re not down that’s cool. Just some good ol’ Beaty and the Beast flavored DanxReader is more than enough!
You do? Thank you for the compliments! 👉👈 Always happy to hear from y'all!
Now, this... I'll be honest, it gave me a bit of trouble, heh. I've literally never written monsterfucking before, until your request. Gave me a nice challenge though (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ But I didn't expect it to be this long lol
But, here ya go! I hope you enjoy it!
Genre: Smut
Rating: Explicit (MINORS DNI)
Content Warnings: Monster/human, size difference, oral/tonguefucking, piv sex, large cock, creampie, mild cum inflation
Words: 5.4k+
They warned of a monster that lives out in the wastelands.
The only monster of its kind. They say its been around a long time. Few have ever seen it. That alone is warning enough. The idea of a monster lurking about is more than a warning.
You don’t care. After living with, and dealing with a manner of all kinds of creatures that come out of the Ghost Zone, it’s a walk in the park. The supernatural fascinates you, a fine line between the realm of the dead and the world of the living. You aren’t a researcher with a wanderlust for nothing. And a bit of a wild streak, depending on who you ask.
You organize the supplies in your sack before you seal it with a click. You stare at the metal buckle, vaguely contemplate if you have a death wish or not. This part of the waste is not kind. Especially if you’re not local to the area.
The back of your neck prickles in discomfort, your body tremors slightly with apprehension. Your heart skips a beat, you should leave now. Head and eyes down low, you throw your knapsack over your shoulder and slide off the rickety stool. The knapsack weighs down as you stand up stiffly make your way to the front entrance, several sets of eyes follow you.
The bar elongates more than half of the room. You have no choice in just going around it to get to the door, the innkeeper’s been giving you the side-eye the entire time you’re here. He hasn’t said anything to you. He doesn’t seem to acknowledge your departure, save for a side-eye. You barely catch it when you turn your head out of curiosity.
“Hey, lass,” the innkeeper says suddenly.
You turn on your heel to face him, your back to the entrance. You breathe evenly to cease your apprehension, your heart beats calmly in your chest.
“Don’t take what they say at face value,” he continues with a smidgen of a southern drawl, “they’re a bunch of homebodies who’re too chickenshit to go out there themselves.”
“Believe me, I don’t,” you say curtly.
He nods at you. “Sharp mind you got there, lass. You know, things aren’t always what they seem out there.”
“What do you mean?” You can’t help but ask. One of your hands subconsciously go for the sack’s strap, your fingers securely curl around the leather.
“Just a word of advice, I’ve lived here a long time.”
You bid an awkward farewell to the innkeeper and leave without another word. As you step out into the thick, dusty wastes, his words repeat themselves over and over in your mind. An odd feeling digs into your gut, there is a spring in every step you take. You’re more curious than ever, your mind going a hundred miles an hour with possibilities. Excitement and adrenaline expands in your chest.
Just who or what is out there?
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Your feet push through the sand. It plows out a tiny trail in front of you, behind, gusts of wind dissipate your tracks. You pull your hood tighter over your face, not willing to risk the chance of suffocation if you get sand in your mouth. That means you also don’t see where you’re going. It doesn’t matter, there’s no “where” as far as the wastelands go, just here. A flat, ashen landscape.
You’ve been trekking for a while; the darkening sky indicates so. The dim lights of the inn have long since faded into the distance, you doubt you’ll be back there again anytime soon.
The storm thickens with a long, winding, eerie howl. You look up slightly, you see darkness and emptiness. There couldn’t possibly be anyone else out here in these conditions. Except for yourself, your mind likes to remind you.
At least, there shouldn’t be anyone out here. Besides the apparent monster that lives in these parts. You push ahead with more effort than necessary, it’s strange you haven’t heard of this being, despite travelling far and wide and meeting all kinds of creatures. The wind grows stronger and you fight against it. The cold gusts snap at your face, it forces you to kneel down to shield yourself.
“I won’t be going anywhere if I’m dead,” you say to yourself. Your cheeks sting with numb cold.
You peer up again, the air is too thick. You barely see no more than a couple of feet in front of you. Not important, you look specifically for huge structures. Sturdy and large enough to block out most of the storm. It doesn’t matter what- a high-rise building or even a bridge will do. You breathe shakily and curl into yourself, tremors course through you.
It’s only you out here. With the ghost of a civilization that once stood here. Strange to think to be in someplace so familiar and yet be so lost. Anxiety briefly spikes, your chest blooms with an uncomfortable sensation. You’re on your knees, your hands sink into the sand and your arms stiffly hold you up.
Determination surges through you. The environment’s just harsh, you’ve survived far worse than that. A grunt emits from your throat, you stand up straight and tall. Shudders of excitement prompt you to start walking again. While you have no sense of direction in mind, you’re certain you’ll find something.
It feels familiar now, you fall into a steady pace. Time is of little matter to you. You keep your head down, your eyes on the path in front of you. The way your feet jut through the sand and leave a clean cut, for the wind to immediately sweep it away.
The ground is beaten down. Years of being tracked over entrenches it into the very earth. You’ve been unknowingly following it despite the poor environmental conditions. It is human instinct to follow others, no matter how long ago the others were there. It appears to be quite a long path, forging over many years.
Supposedly there’s no one out here. You stare down at the beaten earth under your feet. No ordinary people, perhaps… hunters? Your gaze moves up, it’s not often you come across hunters. Their profession has very few come back alive.
To your surprise, there’s a camp not too far away. You find it in no time at all, the visual of a faint yellow glow and the smell of smoke cues you in. It’s strangely quiet. A deep feeling of dread sinks into you, your heart accelerates with nervous energy. Your gut instinct tells you something isn’t quite right.
Before you realize it, you go off in a small jog. Your legs pump with a newfound fervor. Your feet haphazardly pound on the ground, clouds of dust fly up in your wake. The encampment grows bigger as you get closer, yet it also fades. The yellow hue dims to a dreary gray, a spark of life gone out.
You find yourself in the shadow of an overpass. Underneath is a huge dark gap. You see the outlines of makeshift shelters and tents; the smell of smoke is far more potent. A deathly still hangs over the encampment. Goosebumps travel down your arms, your spine tingles uneasily.
You survey the camp from the very edge, where the shadow of the pass meets the dull light of the outside. The yellow light is gone now. Pitch blackness sits still. Something deep in you is unsure of whether to keep going, or turn back. Your body tingles with an alertness that something is here. The atmosphere presses down on you.
Not even a minute later, you hear it. A startlingly loud blast and crackle of energy. Highly concentrated energy streaks through the open air, the hairs on your body stand up. A bright flash of green blinds you. The ground rumbles quietly as chunks of earth and stone are blown out of the ground. Cracks in the ground trick your feet into thinking they stand on nothing. Your legs suddenly go weak, and you fall on your backside.
It goes quiet again. Every inch of you shakes on the inside with renewed adrenaline. Hot and cold flash in parallel.
Your muse comes to a halt, a loud scraping comes out from somewhere in the encampment. Slow reverberations, with long stretches between every little scrape. It’s difficult to tell what’s being dragged about, you find you don’t want to know the answer.
There, within the darkest reaches, you see a tall silhouette. It lumbers with an eerie ambience, you feel the chill of a ghostly presence. The silhouette moves calmly, as if casually strolling by. You can see, by the position of one of the arms, it drags something with it.
You don’t get to ponder on it for much longer as you hear the heavy footsteps, you stiffen when the silhouette makes its way around to the front. Their features grow more and more clear the closer they get to the pale light. Vaguely humanoid, but it seems off.
You soon see why that would be, a stature hunches down with inhuman legs. Muscular digitigrade legs and broad, powerful shoulders. You curiously note a patch of soft, white fur that contrasts with pale green skin, it stretches from below the waistline of their only article of clothing, all the way up to the neck, like the mane of a lion.
Warmth floods your cheeks. Dare you look higher?
Your eyes betray you with the view of an admittedly handsome face. With a perfectly angular shape, thick and snowy white hair, and a set of deadly fangs.
The features strike you so much to the point you fail to realize the creature catches sight of you. You stare into the deep red eyes that hold your utmost attention for reasons you’re unable to discern. Those eyes stare back so keenly. Your heart skips a beat, you inhale sharply.
“Are you going to keep staring at my pretty eyes?” A gravelly voice breaks your concentration. “Or are you actually going to run away screaming now?”
Seconds slip by without a word. You breathe to calm your nerves and steady yourself. Controlled excitement builds up in you, you do your best to not let it show, your face remains neutral. You fist up the dirt in handfuls, your arms ready to push you back up.
“That would be rather inconvenient for me,” you say as you slowly stand up, your eyes fixate on the deep red, “can’t exactly do my research if I ran away every time it got too dangerous.”
The dull thud of a falling body hardly breaks your attention. The creature approaches even closer, nearly fully visible in the light. You tilt your head to keep your eyes on them, you unknowingly step back.
“Oh…” the voice says lightly, like it’s… pleased, “this is new.”
The creature suddenly leans in close to you. You freeze up, better to let them check you out first.
“What’s a lady like yourself all by your lonesome in these parts?” A forked tongue flicks out at you. Your face twitches slightly.
“Just passing by,” you say evenly, your heart thuds quietly in your chest. You don’t dare look away from those inhuman eyes. “I was told of a monster that lives around here.”
It surprises you when you hear the creature chuckle quietly, and lean back with a grin of amusement. “They’re still going on about that, I see.”
In an inexplicably formal fashion, the creature bends down in a half bow. The eyes look up at you, inviting.
“But where are my manners, we can’t have a monster without a name,” the creature says, “this so-called monster you’re seeking out… you’re looking right at him.”
Your heart hammers in shock at the revelation. It’s rare for a ghost or some other kind of creature to just willingly reveal themselves to humans. Your mouth moves, but you don’t vocalize.
“The name’s Dan.”
You tilt your head slightly, your brows knit together. The name does spark vague familiarity. You can’t quite put a finger on why, though. Dan quickly draws your attention again when he steps into your space.
“Will you introduce yourself, or perhaps I should give you a name, since…” Dan chuckles softly again. “Ghost got your tongue, hm?”
“No, no, it’s…” you trail off, your heart flutters a bit. You flex your hands and swallow. Is he… flirting with you?
“I’m just teasing,” Dan says with a small grin, “I’m rather curious. No human rarely ever comes out into the wastelands, let alone for ‘research’.”
“I’m just fascinated, you know, ghosts are so… varied, compared to humans,” you say while you hug your arms around you. It doesn’t stop your heart from speeding every time you steal a glimpse at Dan, nor does it keep the warmth that rushes through you away.
Dan smoothly moves to the side, and then around behind you in a full circle. His sharp gaze flickers at every little twitch you make.
“Are you certain it’s just for ‘research’?” Dan comes back around in front of you again, he stops mere inches from you. A hand rises up and places itself on your chest. Your body tingles with excitement, a quivery breath, your heart pounds at the motion. “I can hear pretty well, and your heart is making quite the racket. The way it just pounds against the palm of my hand…”
“I do like to have some fun,” you say with a small huff.
“You.” Dan pulls away with a wide, fanged grin. “I like you.”
As soon as he finishes his sentence, a blast of wind pummels the two of you from behind. It’s enough to knock you forward, and you have little time to react. All you’re able to do is put your arms in front of you like a shield and hope they absorb the impact of the cold, hard ground. Except, it never comes.
You feel a pair of arms around you and holding you up. Your body dangles as you stare down at the ground. Dan’s hands firmly grasp your body, curiously gentle, and you can’t help feel… safe. You exhale loudly, your body slumps in relief.
“Looks like the storm’s getting stronger,” Dan says casually, it prompts you to look up. As if he just didn’t catch a pretty girl from falling.
Is that an invitation?
“There are plenty of shelters,” Dan continues, his eyes peering down at you, a small grin half hidden by a dark veil, “that is, if you don’t mind bunking with a handsome beast.”
A grin pulls at your face. You don’t even fight it. He definitely has something in mind. There is a soft huff and Dan nods, pleased with your response. He lets you down and once you’re steady on your own two feet, he leads you to one of the numerous shelters smack-dab in the middle of the camp. It cozily sits squeezed between two others that act as a barrier.
Dan has his arm around you, his hand possessively grips your side. You lean into him, you tell yourself it’s not because he’s warm. The storm seems further away with him at your side.
The inside of the shelter is basic, a singular room with all the necessities a hunter needs to survive. Strung along the walls are lamps. A snap of energy startles you and the lamps flicker to life with an eerie, spectral green flame. The positioning of the lamps highlights one specific corner of the room – a comfortably large bed. Fat with numerous layers of blankets and fleece bedsheets to top it all off. A perfect feeling of welcome home.
The sheer simplicity of the shelter holds your attention so much so you fail to notice Dan close the door, seal it shut with a quiet click. The way his eyes watch you, taking in every small detail of your form. That he hears your heart beating clear as day, your living warmth fresh on his own skin.
Dan does wonder… he stares at your back before he makes his move. Quietly as he possibly can, approaches you from behind with his fingers spread out. You still don’t notice until he carefully has his hands on your sides and begins to lightly massage your tense muscles. You relax under his touch, like Dan knows exactly what to do with his hands.
With a victorious smirk, Dan shuffles closer to you. His nails gently dig in a little. “I’m surprised you’re so calm for a human, all alone with me.”
“I got used to it,” you say softly, “I learned the less I reacted, the less likely I would get hurt.”
“Is that so?” Dan inquires, he leans in close to your ear. “Did you get your desired results?”
His fingers gradually increase pressure on your sides, your breath shakes with a hint of delight. You close your eyes to focus on the sensation as it begins to sink into your body.
“Y-yes, it was enlightening…” you reply with a tiny hitch in your voice, “…and… pleasurable.”
Your insides clench tightly with pleasure, your body tenses on the spot, and you gasp softly in satisfaction. You shift around on your feet; small tremors jolt your bones. Another, involuntary, gasp of pleasure jumps out of your throat.
“Do you want to feel good?” A stinging surge goes through you, Dan’s voice is lower and rougher. “To be on top of the world while your mind melts because you can barely stand it.”
No response, you’re deep at the moment to care about replying. You breathe heavily and buck your hips, Dan holds you firm. His nails dig into you some more, your skin burns in an odd sense of enjoyment through the fabric. His large form presses closer to you, you’re sure you feel his groin poke your back.
You throw your knapsack and coat off. While you remove your shirt, Dan’s hands slide downwards. His nails rake down your body, it catches on the folds and rumples, seemingly giving the impression he wants to strip it away. Your body tingles, you twist yourself to will it away.
You jolt when the hands stop at the waistline of your pants. Shivers as cool air hits your bare flesh while Dan slides your pants down. He bends down close to the lower half of your body, you feel his warm breath on your skin. You hold yours and peer down at him, he catches your gaze and smirks.
Above the seam of your underwear, Dan leans in close and plants a hot, surprisingly tender kiss on your spine. His lips gently nibble you while his wet tongue works to get a taste. It slickly swirls around, the taste of you quickly makes itself familiar, slimy strands of saliva settle on your skin. Shirt done away with, you squirm as Dan’s hold tightens.
You jump at the touch of sharp nails trailing down your thighs. Your heart pounds in excitement and your limbs quiver violently. A cluster of surging warmth forms in your stomach, your breath hastens. Legs press together at the first sign of a pleasurable throb between them.
A smug sense of satisfaction fills Dan’s gut. His mouth splits into a wide grin. His eyes glow brightly with an idea. He raises a hand with only his index finger out, guides it between your legs. Dan’s grin widens when you twitch, he slides his finger upwards, taking note how soft your thighs are. He’s soon met with the soft fabric of your undergarments, particularly, his finger lands on a wet spot.
Dan slowly moves his finger back and forth; the tip lightly burns with the friction of the fabric. “Naughty… you’re already wet…”
You squirm on the spot, heat quickly rises in you. You shift your weight from one leg to the other, they press closer together.
“Ah, ah.” Dan’s voice softens to a low hiss. “Don’t be so shy now.”
His finger continues to rub you, it digs a little further in now and then. The wet, warm flush of your body heat wraps around it. That little wet patch grows ever so slightly.
Meanwhile, you stand still. Dan’s voice resonates in your ears, the hiss that rolls off his tongue is like hot acid on your bare skin. Your heart picks up, and you shiver with goosebumps down your body. You shuffle around as a slight wetness pools between your thighs. Alien-like with its slimy texture and the fact your insides pulse with delight.
Dan also notices the volume of the wetness increasing. Grin widening, he removes his finger and in a swift motion, strips your underwear away. You stiffen in embarrassment and realization that your entire backside is in full view. Dan grips your hips, his nails dig into them, and gently guides you to the bed. You follow his motions without protest, exhilaration, and nervousness swim inside you.
You stop at the edge of the bed; its copious blankets invite you to jump right in and sink into bliss. You move to climb on, but a squeeze stops you.
“Did I say you could get on the bed?” Dan’s firm, quiet voice asks.
You crane your head, warmth flushes down your form. His expression gives an air of indulgence. Playful, even.
“No… you didn’t…” you say slowly.
Dan nods approvingly, his large form slowly lowers down to the ground until he’s on his knees. His face in direct line with your backside, lust glints in his eyes.
“Then perhaps you could be a good little human for me and bend over.” Dan says, the hiss slips back into his tone. You continue to watch him, unmoving. “Or should I do it for you?”
His hand plants itself on your back, fingers rigid. You shudder with cold expectancy, the sound of Dan’s smooth hiss in your ears, you bend over. Cool air bites at the warmth on your bare skin, your backside as high up as it can go. A pulse of pleasure makes you clench, your vulva convulses in excitement.
There’s nothing at first, except for the mounting embarrassment that you’re fully open to Dan doing whatever he pleases. Then it hits you without warning, something slippery and slithering trails over your flesh. You clench the blankets with such force it’s a wonder you didn’t rip them, to retain control despite the climbing heat and delectation. Rough like sandpaper, but curiously gentle, a perfect blend.
Your insides churn over suddenly, your core aches slightly as something unusually dexterous and unnervingly thick worms its way inside you. You readily widen out, a hot flash cascades down your rapidly glistening body. Behind you, Dan expertly maneuvers and swirls his tongue, saliva accumulates and slowly drips. His eyes intense with lust.
Several restless minutes of him pushing his mouth as close as he can to slide every last inch of his tongue inside. It’s eerily uncanny how much it moves, tasting you with little interest for anything else. It brushes along your inner walls, getting a nice feel of the warm, wet velvetiness.
He occasionally pokes at a certain spot with the flat side of his tongue, and smugly takes pleasure when you buck your hips. You quiver from the strain of intense waves of ecstasy, so much so your muscles ache. Your core grows hotter and tighter, adrenaline pounds your throat and blood rushes through your head. You twist and writhe as you feel you’re about to peak.
It feels too good to be true, this slimy pulsing appendage grinds its texture into your walls. Moving back and forth without a care in the world. Beads of sweat trickle down your face, irritating and ticklish.
Deep down somewhere in your body, you know it, and feel it. A soft moan slips out of your throat. The urge is there, uncomfortable and straining harder and harder. It’s unbearably hot and so tempting, like steam building up pressure until it bursts. Your skin sheens, sticky with sweat.
Every prod, every slurp along the sensitive velvet of your walls, every little slither of Dan’s salacious tongue brings you closer and closer. You breathe heavily, your body weighs down with euphoria. You jolt in pleasure; a deep, buried urge suddenly jumps to the forefront. As if lava pours across you and fills your insides, your core set ablaze.
You tense up. The heat that drags you to your peak quickly fizzles out. With a wet pop, Dan slowly pulls away from you. His face a dark flush and his eyes on you like a predator that catches its prey. In his wake, thick strands of saliva and slick accumulate into a puddle underneath you. It’s pleasantly hot and clings to your equally slick skin. You hear Dan hum softly.
“You took that rather well,” Dan comments.
“What can I say? Girl’s gotta have some variety,” you say, your throat constricts with every word.
“Variety, you say?” Dan repeats, he stands up. The white patch of fur puffs up, like lightning crackles through it. Down in his pants, there is an unmistakable bulge. Hot and tight, waiting.
Sharp nails snake their way around your butt, you quiver violently considering it’s one of the most sensitive parts of your body. Once again, you turn your head to watch Dan. He stands close, his groin presses right on your butt, the firm outline of his bulge suggestively aims at your soaking hole. Dan bends down close to your ear.
“I don’t suppose that means you can take me then, hm?” He says softly, his tongue imperceptibly flicks at your ear.
You wiggle your lower half and press yourself into him, his firmness sends a fresh, cool shiver down your body. “Please, I’ve had tentacle dicks and more, a monster sized one won’t faze me.”
Dan chuckles.
He reaches down to his pants, you hear the telltale sound of a zipper opening, your heart skips a beat. Dan pushes the fabric away and his erection falls out, it lands on your butt with a small slap. You jump, your eyes widen slightly at how big he actually is, its veiny thickness lightly rubs your butt crack.
With care, Dan fists his cock and lines himself up with your hole. First, he nudges his wet tip, teasing your soaking folds. You inhale deeply, your heart pounds, and you brace yourself.
Still, nothing could’ve prepared you for the mind-bending experience once Dan pushes himself into your heat. Your lower body stings with a warmth you can’t describe, and your tender insides easily stretch out as his shaft squeezes in. Dan’s size alone fills you up.
Dan hunches over you, his body lies atop of yours, both of your legs intertwine together, and his breath shudders in pleasure. His fur brushes along your back, ticklish and a bit distracting.
“Think you… can still take… me?” Dan asks, his breath hot and heavy on your neck.
“Less talking, more fucking,” you say impatiently.
Dan wraps his muscular arms around your abdomen, firmly in place. His nails rake on your soft, tender skin. It stings and burns, your insides churn in a strange mix of anticipation and apprehension.
Your body shudders with an intensity unlike before as Dan sharply heaves forward, his shaft hefty as he pumps into you. Your insides explode with a paralyzing numbness that reaches as far as your brain, it fogs up with the intoxicating sensation of euphoria. A wheeze escapes your lips. Your body may as well have been split open, the further Dan thrusts in.
He moves back and forth smoothly, pulsing in and out of your tight hole. You fight against the thrusts to stay upright; soft moans and incomprehensible begging occupy the quiet.
The more you strain against his cock, the harder Dan goes. Pumping harder and harder, he’s determined to stuff you and make sure you never forget it. To feel you squirm under him, pretty little sounds to fill his ears, immobile and full of him.
You press your face into the bed, hands grip the blankets on reflex, your legs as wide open as they can. The wooden frame creaks loudly as Dan pushes himself forward. His shaft slips deeper and deeper inside you, your warmth clenches around him, it sets him alight.
At one point, you slide your hand down and hold your abdomen, never mind Dan’s hands that hold you. Fuck, you didn’t think Dan would be so big, it feels like his cock is pummeling your stomach. Your insides burn with pleasure as they stretch out more and more to accommodate him.
A sharp, warm pounding lulls you with every jolt coursing through your nerves. You clench with a pooling heat deep inside, rippling.
Dan thrusts into you with heated fervor, his nails dig in your stomach, leaving faint red lines. His length slickly slides in and out, sounds of satisfaction flow past his lips. It’s been quite a while since he’s had someone around him.
All just for him.
His inner muscles blaze and clench, his cock throbs as an intense sensation flows through it. Dan groans in discomfort and pulls out before he slams himself against your body, his pelvis tilts down to sink as deep as he possibly can into you. You tense up under him, your legs squeeze together, a sickly flash of warmth spills throughout your body.
You whine softly at the force of Dan’s thrusts. One after the other, nonstop.
You breathe heavily, your hand tightens its grip on your abdomen. A sweltering sensation swirls around inside you, deep down inside. It’s back again, niggling in the corner of your lust-ridden mind. A sweet, little voice hooking you with every honey dripped word, you barely notice Dan pounding you into the bed.
A gasp forces its way out of your throat. Dry and tight. The warmth peaks inside you, you feel like your core swells up like a volcano ready to erupt. The urge is there, waiting.
Without thinking, you move against Dan’s motions, grinding yourself on his thick and slick shaft, your butt smacks loudly on his pelvis. Dan grunts loudly in surprise. It’s as though a bomb explodes inside you; a feeling of lava jumps up to your throat. It expels itself in the form of a sharp cry.
Dan stiffens, buried deep within your taut body, his own heat rises and clashes with yours. He leans back with another groan and repositions himself, his ghost core pounds at his chest. His groan pitches into a low growl, it rumbles and vibrates through him.
He keeps going, he just knows you’re nearly there, on the edge. In and out. Dan bucks his hips just as you buck yours, both of your bodies slam together.
Like the pressure that finally releases the steam, a hot, numbing buzz washes over you as you violently orgasm at last. Your entire body shakes under Dan, clenching around him with your creamy slick and teasing his cock. Dan groans in frustration, his face blazing, he jerks forward and moans as he unloads inside you. A warm, creamy liquid floods you, nearly nonstop, for several seconds.
You heave heavily and sigh in relief when it stops, feeling as though you’ve been filled to the very brim, you feel your stomach bulge slightly. Dan grunts quietly and slowly pulls away, his large form shines with sweat that glows faintly in the light of the lanterns. Hypersensitive, you remain where you are, waiting until the high of the orgasm wears off. You pretend not to notice the erotic wetness of cum pooling and oozing out of you.
“So…” Dan starts breathlessly. “Did you get what you were looking for?”
You don’t answer right away, you take in several gulps of fresh air to clear out your throat.
“I… I did,” you say slowly, a blush remains on your face, “but… I suppose you wouldn’t mind me sticking around for a while?”
“Why is that?” Dan inquires, he reaches down and carefully lifts you high enough for you to climb onto the bed with minimal discomfort.
“Well, there’s… different methods of research…” you reply absently, your body flat on the blankets, their soft embrace already lulling you to sleep.
The bed creaks as a large form climbs on next to you. You hardly react when an arm wraps over your shoulder, the nails gently hold your side. A familiar body heat curls up behind you, Dan’s soft fur still tickles you. The last thing you hear is a quiet, comforting rumble emitting from his throat.
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Dark Danny x Gn!Reader
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Warning: Toxic relationship, mentions of violence and implied murder.
. The Phantom is a canonically psychopath by human standards. That means while he cannot feel empathy towards you doesn't mean he can't pretend. And he happens to be very good at that.
. If, by the rare chance you don't know him by reputation, he will take his time letting you get to know the version he fabricated for himself. This version being a far more sweet and mellow version of his true self. Basically he will remember and pretend to be his late flesh version in terms of personality. If you DO know him through his (well deserving) infamous reputation, one of two things can happen:
One, you may be a runner, establishing yourself as prey in his eyes. He then will do everything in his power to seem harmless when around you till you gain somewhat of a false safety around him and then he will proceed to lure you to fall for his false "goody two-shoes" personality.
Two, you may try to act tough and ready for a fight which....to him....it'll be hilarious to be honest. He is the strongest of ghost kind, your human strength cannot possibly compare. But he will be patient. He is a dangerously intelligent and tactical individual, this is a chess game he will be very happy to play.
. It doesn't matter how he meets you either. You may be an innocent bystander of his "morning exercises" (basically him going around and destroying everything in his way) and he feels mercy towards you. You may be someone trying to take him down or even someone who set him free whether it was intended or not. His feelings towards you and his strategy is the same. He will consider you as a pet first and an extension of himself as time goes by. Your feelings towards this is irrelevant.
. He does act like you are his whole world and in a certain way he does "love" you as much as he is able. The why he loves you is anyone's guess however, and nobody is stupid enough to even find out. The very fact that you have the Phantom right by your side is a major contribute for everyone to give you a wide "social distancing", by miles... After all, Dan's presence alone is oppressive enough to discourage people and his power well....no one can will ever want to risk it.
. Speaking of his oppressive atmosphere, he tries to tone it down around you but you will get used to it really fast. You can even pinpoint his location when you feel the hairs behind your neck rising. You learn early on you don't have nothing to fear from the ghost....Well at least destruction wise since he considers you his property. Everyone else however is free game for him with little concern and a natural shrug of "they started it".
. He won't usually show his more destructive traits around you however. Not out of care mind you, it just would be a hassle to deal with your mood should it happen. Run away and he can always feel where you are. You could be in the middle of a crowd to try and blend in for him to just go directly to you (while the crowd itself scampers in a panic)."Needed a little fresh air, did you?" he would often smirk before taking you away "Next time just invite me. You wouldn't want me to get the wrong idea would you?". Should you yell at him or try to attack him and he would just go into his intangible mode and pin you to a wall with ecto energy binds 'till you are ready to have a civilized conversation.
. Don't get me wrong however, he will give you your freedom...to an extent. He trusts your safety since no one in this world or the ghost zone will ever mess with you. Not to mention, he has an arsenal of ghostly powers he can use to either find or mess with you. Like you walking down the street and suddenly you hear his voice right next to your ear before he even shows himself to you.
. While Dan Phantom cannot care for your emotions due to his lack of empathy doesn't mean he cannot feel them. Emotions are energy and ghosts thrive in energy. Especially on your stronger emotions such as fear, anger... yes, you are NOT immune to this jerk scaring the living sh*t out of you so he can feel the high of the emotion and then the anger and complaints you give him being only met with roaring laughter. Throw feelings of affection and adoration his way and see this ghost's ego skyrocket, his chest as full as his ego while the remnants of his humility get crushed as he says: "Of course you love me! I am the best!" he will even casually flex for good measure.
. There are some feelings however he cannot stand to feel from you: sadness and indifference. Indifference since it is a direct hit to his ego and sadness because...well you are a part of him, he isn't sad, he isn't pathetic nor weak and so aren't you. He will react to it as if these are emotions aren't allowed for you. Give him a name from someone or something and he will destroy it for you. You are a part of the life of the greatest ghost to ever exist, a God among mortals, you have NOTHING to be sad about! So yeah.....he isn't great at emotional support.... You will have to guide him here. Instruct through logical discourse of what your needs may be and they will be met with little to no discussion. Unless the request is, by his standards, foolish, like your complete freedom from him. If you do not help him through this....well his form of help may be literally shoving a box to you with a lot of chocolate, some plushies and a quick emotionless: "Grow out of it!"
. Any form of affection you might want from this overpowered ghost, must be initiated and vocalized from you. Want a hug, just say the world and he will open his arms for you and tease you endlessly: "Awwwww....Is my little human feeling needy? Come here. Let me take care of you." Should you be as reluctant with physical affection as he is.....and you will be subject of some forced PDA just out to spite you. He will force cuddles and sit you on his lap as he is speaking of important subjects with Fright Knight all the while feeding off your embarassment with a shit eating grin on his face at your red one.
. Since he doesn't need sleep, this will be to you one of your only forms of freedom. However, just because he cannot sleep doesn't mean he won't share your sleeping place with you (it would be rude not to). He likes watching you sleep. You're at your most vulnerable and you trust your safety to him with a blissful smile, it just does wonders to his ego.
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Dan has some pretty big badonkers, just sayin' >:3
I have a freckled version somewhere out there...hahahaha
Neutral by Note_Worthy
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just don't say love
✧ summary: he sought you out whenever the pain got too much to handle. he didn't want to know what that made you; feared the day you would ask him how he felt.
✧ contains: blade x gn!reader, hurt/comfort, blade being vulnerable, cuddles, local immortal is scared of feelings, 1.4k words
✧ now playing: say love — james tw
✧ warnings: blade's chronic depression, blade being suicidal, graphic violence (flashbacks to jingliu), angst
He had loved before. He remembered the feeling of genuinely looking forward to seeing another person, to spend his time with those he held dear. His heart had been whole and vulnerable and it had ended with this terrible curse that made him suffer every single day since he woke up in this immortal body and since his former friend drove the blade of her sword through his body over and over again.
Blade was tossing and turning in his quarters, nightmares plaguing his mind even after he woke up. His hands were shaking again and the darkness of the night suddenly reminded him of that day. Of how he died over and over again only to heal and be in pain once more.
He remembered her hateful eyes. Jingliu. How he felt phantom pain in every part of his body at just the mention of her name. He wanted to die. He never wanted to suffer. He sat up in shock as images flashed his mind of how his vision had suddenly ceased when she drove her sword through his head and he felt only pain for... god knows how long. He had, to this day, no idea how long the encounter lasted. Whether she did this for 5 minutes, 30 or perhaps even an hour. It felt like an eternity of only suffering to him.
Blade let out a bitter laugh as he remembered that he had once sat at the same table with her and the rest of the High Cloud Quintet; joking and drinking together. That seemed like someone else's fever dream out of some sort of novel now. He could no longer recognize these memories as something that actually happened to him, not after "Dan Heng" had killed him over and over again when he had tried to hunt the Vidyadhara down across the stars; not after Jingliu had driven her blade through his heart and pierced his lungs repeatedly after he had felt the pain of his muscle fibers and organs regenerating and stitching themselves back together in his guts. Not after he had begged her to stop, begged her for mercy. There was no response. Just endless pain making him fade in and out of consciousness.
Blade clutched his pillow to his chest, feeling like he wasn't getting enough air. But he was used to the feeling. To the pain, the hatred, the anger. That was what kept him moving forward; hoping one day the end would come. It was like toxic fuel in his veins, making him lead a miserable existence. But it was better than doing nothing whilst suffering. So long as there was hatred and the urge for revenge in his heart; he felt as though nothing could push him past a point where there was no going back. He had felt it all before; he had become numb to it. Sometimes, when the pain got too much, his brain would just shut down for a while. It was the closest thing he had to actually being dead. It was something he had gotten used to and with time became impartial to. Why should he care at this point?
But he hated you. Hated the way you quelled the mara within him. He had gotten so accustomed to a life of suffering and pain that he didn't know how to deal with what you made him feel. He expected himself to remain cold, expected to just see you as another stepping stone on his path to death like the other Stellaron Hunters. His eyes had widened in shock and it had felt like every nerve in his body was screaming at him to run when he, against all expectations, completely broke down the first time your hand gently carressed his cheek. For the last few decades at least, everytime someone touched him, he had to expect to feel like a training dummy or a punching bag. His default association with touch had become violence. Not whatever this was.
He had flinched, started shaking. You had retracted your hand in horror, apologizing profusely for causing this reaction in him. Blade just shook his head under quiet sobs, unable to get a word out. He got up and left the room. He didn't talk to you for at least two weeks after that and you had glanced at him in longing; feeling terrible for the encounter. Most of the time he avoided you all-together. You wondered if things would ever go back to the way they were. You had been on good terms before, even felt like you were getting a glimpse behind the walls he had built around his heart. You just had to go ahead and ruin it.
Little did you know that within that time he had avoided you, he was trying to process a realization that terrified him more that the prospect of someone driving a blade through him again. He liked your touch. He craved it. And he hadn't been prepared for it; hadn't been prepared for the prospect of just losing his whole composure like this. He didn't think it was possible. He had allowed you to see him this vulnerable; see the broken man who hid behind the cold exterior and it had deeply embarrassed him. It had made him feel pathetic. He couldn't look you in the eyes again after that.
That was, until the day he found himself in front of your door again, at 2am nonetheless. He couldn't take the distance anymore. You had looked at him with surprise; unsure what to say to him after he had acted like he would love to forget you even existed for two weeks. So you simply opened the door further, gesturing for him to come in. You were just staring at him wordlessly, waiting for him to say something; anything. "Please... do it again", he croaked out and your eyes had widened in shock. "Excuse me-?", you blinked a few times in disbelief when Blade had stepped closer, taken your hand into his and pressed it to his cheek again, leaning into your touch and closing his eyes as if wanting to savor every second of this sensation, should you decide to end all of this right here and now. But you didn't. You had pulled him closer, held him and let him melt into your embrace. You allowed him to cry, not saying a word about it. You had kissed his tears away and he let it happen without question. Blade wouldn't have thought that a man who wanted nothing more than to die could find a lifeline.
He hated you. Hated how this had become a routine. On nights like this, when the pain got too bad and the past haunted him until he could only see flashes of distant memories in front of his inner eye; he found himself at your doorstep every time. He hated how readily you accepted him into your arms when you felt him slip under your blanket and snuggle up to you again, feeling your warmth and the way your fingers gently trailed along the old scars from back then. He hated the way you kissed him so tenderly, held his face in your hands like he was fragile. Because he knew deep inside that in these moments that was the truth. He was so vulnerable when it came to you and scared of the possibility that you'd take this away from him and hurt him the way others had done. Yes, Blade was used to the hatred and violence. It no longer felt like something that could break him. But being loved... being loved made him feel like a scared little fawn in the middle of the road; not moving away despite expecting that you'd run him over with your vehicle any moment now and leave him there until his bones realigned themselves and healed under unspeakable pain, all for the small possibility that you'd instead patiently wait under the moonlight and let him come to you to take him home.
"It's one of those days, hmm?", you whispered softly, your heart aching for him. Blade just nodded and nuzzled your neck, pressing soft kisses to your skin to tell you what he couldn't bring himself to say. You usually made idle small-talk with him, tried to distract him. You never dared speak about what was happening between the two of you. After all, so long as you didn't say anything, you knew he was going to come back.
And Blade didn't comment on it either. He didn't know how to and he was terrified to. Whatever you two were, it was safely concealed within the walls of this room. None of the other Stellaron Hunters knew about it and he intended to keep it that way. He didn't want to risk ruining things; didn't want to risk the possibility that you might never hold him again like this. He didn't want to admit to himself that he didn't actually hate you. How the frustration in his heart had simply taken the place of something he didn't allow himself to feel. To admit.
That he loved you.
He loved you so much and nothing scared him more than that.
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'til the end of the line.
“do you believe in fate?”
in which one late night conversation spirals into many, many more.
pairing. danheng x gn!reader
tags. no warnings, slice of life, fluff, slowburn, friends to lovers, healer!reader
notes. yes this is a repost <333 i adore this fic so much
Screeching metal, the glint of a blade, a sickening stab and a pierce through his heart. Panic stricken, he whirled around, barely able to retaliate before he was pulled down under.
Then, there was nothing.
Dan Heng’s eyes flicker open, calm despite the pounding in his heart. He was never one to dream, and more of the kind who never woke up fully rested. Yet, they were always similar in nature when he did, phantom pains ghosting over his chest in their wake. There was no point in trying to get back to bed now — his body had already had its fill, it seemed.
He heads to the kitchen, suddenly parched.
Clattering noise resounds from his destination, and he tenses, the residual fight or flight instincts kicking in immediately. Who could possibly…?
It was only you.
You were new. He didn’t know much about you, actually. The day before was your first day as a passenger of the Astral Express, and he had watched from the shadows as you flit about, chattering and bubbling and sunny. He left for the archives before March dragged him out and introduced him to you.
You were… baking, humming a cheerful little tune as you did.
“What are you doing?” he asks anyway.
You startle, neck snapping around to see him. Batter spills from the whisk in your hand and onto the ground. Your eyes widen at the sight of him, looking him up and down, but he supposes he must seem a mess, having crawled out of bed post-nightmare.
“Oh,” you say finally, “I’m making cookies.”
“... At this hour?”
You snort, using the whisk to gesture between him and you. “Pot, kettle. What are you doing awake at this hour?”
“I wanted water,” he replies. “That’s nothing like baking.”
Shrugging, you turn back to the counter. It’s a right mess, with crockery and ingredients scattered and strewn across. Still, you move with practised ease. You must do this a lot, he notes. His observations are confirmed when you speak again. “I like baking when I can’t sleep. You?”
“I work.”
You chuckle, and it’s a warm thing. “To each their own, I guess. Anyway, you getting that water or what?”
Ah. Right. He moves from the doorway and toward the tap when you whirl around, eyes alight. He doesn’t have the time to be startled before your hands are firm against his shoulder, guiding him toward the seat at the aisle.
“No,” you seem to decide, “I’ll make us both hot chocolate.”
Amusement bubbles in his gut. You were endearing, in a way. He can’t seem to get angry at the flour stains on his sleeve, too. You work fast, and in no time there’s a steaming mug of goodness being offered to him. It’s warm, he thinks, but your expectant eyes might be warmer.
Your head jerks toward the cup, so he drinks. It’s good. Better than good, actually. He can feel the heat seeping down his throat and through his chest, pooling near his naval. When was the last time he had a drink this comforting?
“Good, isn’t it?” you ask, taking the seat across him. You sigh contentedly as you sip on your own mug, drink cradled in your hands. “My best friend used to make it for me.”
Then you slap a hand over your mouth, eyes comically wide. He frowns faintly, curious and wary. “I still don’t know your name! And you don’t know mine either! Damn, you must think I’m weird.”
Compared to March, or even Stelle, he feels you’re pretty tame. He doesn’t say that, though. “My name is Dan Heng. I am the guard of the Astral Express and its archiver.”
You introduce yourself in turn, grinning sheepishly. “So you’re the one I hadn’t met.”
He nods slowly. “I suppose I am.”
You stand then, stretching as you do. Your mug clinks as you set it down in the sink. “I’ll finish my baking now. You can leave your mug there after you’re done. I’ll clean up.”
Glancing down, he realises his hot chocolate has long gone. He stands too.
(That morning, he rises to a box of fresh cookies by his door. Chocolate chips. He decides those are his favourite sort now.)
—
The first time he officially meets you is two days later. Somehow, your schedules hadn’t aligned until March was physically pounding on his door.
“DAN HENG!” March shrieks, excitement coating her tone. “Muffins! Come on! Have some with us — they’re great!”
“I’m coming,” he assures her, “Would it kill you to relax?”
She blows him a raspberry, grabbing his wrist and making a break for the parlour carriage. And these muffins really do smell great, it’s buttery scent wafting through the express even from where they are. He has a sneaking suspicion on the identity of their maker.
The first thing he sees stepping inside the parlour is Stelle unceremoniously stuffing her face. “Wha’?” she asks, mouth filled to the brim. “‘ey’re very goo’.”
A laugh draws his attention from Stelle to you. A bashful smile sits on your face, whilst you hold out a tray of blueberry muffins. “I’m glad you like them, but don’t eat too fast — what if you choke?”
Stelle waves your concern away and your gaze finds him, your smile widening. You’re wearing an apron with the words Kiss the Cook printed on, hair tied in a messy bun. Honestly, it’s adorable.
“You want one?” you ask, holding the tray out to him.
March bounds forward before he can reply, swinging an arm around his shoulders with a force that makes him stumble forward. “This is Dan Heng!” she chirps. “He looks mean but he’s really not. He’s all sweet and mushy inside, but don’t tell him I said that.”
“I’m literally right beside you.”
You snort, and he takes a muffin from your tray, thanking you softly. Grinning, you look him up and down like you did that night, eyes are tinged with amusement. “Bet you fight well too.”
March nods eagerly. “One of the best I’ve ever seen! It’s like — Hiya! Kapow! And everyone’s down.”
“Huh. What I’d give to fight like that,” you muse, more to yourself.
“Nah. You keep making these and we’ll keep you here for life,” Stelle pipes up, having inhaled the last of the muffins.
Laughing brightly, the three of you begin chattering away, drifting to the other side of the parlour. He takes a seat near the window and a bite of your muffin. Damn, it’s like biting into a piece of heaven. He can’t tell if he wants to devour everything you have or squirrel it away to treasure it later.
Himeko sits on the seat beside him, eyeing the muffin in his hand and following his gaze towards the three of them. “Y/N really has a knack for baking, hm?”
You do, he agrees. You must practise a lot. Admiring the curve of your lips as you smile, the glittering warmth in your eyes, he wonders where you are headed. Most passengers don’t stay long, excluding the Nameless. He’ll miss you, he thinks.
“Y/N’ll be joining the crew,” Himeko says, as if reading his mind. “It was time someone who follows the path of Abundance joined our ranks, anyway.”
You’ve been hopping from world to world, different IPC ships and had been just about everywhere, helping people affected by the Fragmentum, before Himeko approached you on Herta’s Space Station, she explains. You had never accepted money, only food and shelter and enough to get by before you’d move on.
How noble.
“That’s a lot of work,” he comments. If that was how it was then it’s no wonder you’re so warm. You carried that air of self-assurance that most healers had, something he hadn’t quite placed before.
Himeko nods, smiling faintly. “Y/N is a good person. I think we’ll help them as much as they’ll help us.”
He didn’t quite understand what she meant by that last statement, but she didn’t elaborate, and he never asked. Instead, he directs his gaze out the window and at the winking stars. He wonders how many are worlds you’ve helped before.
—
Screeching metal, the glint of a blade, a sickening stab and a pierce through his heart. Panic stricken, he whirled around, barely able to retaliate before he was pulled down under.
Then, there was silence.
Dan Heng’s eyes flicker open, his chest raw like the moment he first received the wound. The same dream twice in a week? He sits up, breath escaping in shallow puffs. Standing, he’s out the door before he even realises it, body moving on its own accord.
Water would be good, he decides. Maybe you’d be there too, call it a hunch or call it hope.
He was right. There you were, puttering about the kitchen under the lamp’s golden glow, a soft tune dancing under your breath. Resting a shoulder against the doorframe, he can’t quite decide what to say.
What a coincidence was too snarky, yet what are you making was too blunt. He couldn’t just walk in without saying a word either, that was too rude. Perhaps he should simply return to his room.
“I’m starting to think neither of us sleep.”
Your voice startles him out of his thoughts, and he finds you leaning against the counter, smiling at him with soft amusement. Unwittingly, he begins to smile too. Just the slightest.
“No, I guess not,” he agrees.
“Rough night?” you ask, turning to reach for two mugs. “I’ll make some hot chocolate.”
“You don’t have to,” he says, mostly out of courtesy. Just the thought of the warm drink reveals a slight craving for it. “Nightmares,” he finds himself admitting, something in the atmosphere drawing the confession that much easier. “No, memories, to be precise.”
“Ah, I get it,” you murmur, and he feels like you really do.
He seats himself in the same seat he did three nights prior, and you do as well. The mug of hot chocolate you offer him is accepted gratefully. They might become his favourite drink yet. You have a knack for making them feel like drinking warm hugs.
“I’m making cupcakes tonight,” you explain, noticing the way he glances at the batter on the counter. “Red velvet, one of my favourites.”
He nods in assent, and the both of you settle into comfortable silence. You’ve relaxed into your seat, he observes, resting your head against a hand as the other taps on your mug rhythmically, the porcelain clinking as you do. He maps out the lines of your face whilst you map out each constellation outside, gazing into the eternal night.
“Do you believe in fate?” you ask suddenly, in the moments just before his mug goes cold. He had finished the drink ages ago, he realises. He frowns faintly then, bewildered at the change in the conversation’s direction.
You must sense his confusion, and you’re continuing, “You know, when everything in your life happens because it was meant to be, and all that.”
“I know what fate is,” he replies, “But… why?”
“Why not?” you answer, a playful smile on your lips. “Just… hell, even gods are real, but no one has an answer to it, fate, destiny, or free will?”
You seem to be serious despite your lighthearted tone, so he tries to give you a serious answer in turn.
“I don’t,” he says slowly. “Fate is… complicated. To believe your future is set in stone is foolish at best. What I do believe in is the existence of free will. Life is filled with countless possibilities. Everyone has a path to walk, but it is the individual that chooses their direction.”
“What do you believe in?” he ends off, looking at you piercingly. You’re sitting upright now, alert but pondering all the same.
You hum. “I think… some things really are meant to be, but in the end, it’s your own hands that forge your destiny, no? Fate, free will… whatever it is… It might simply be just what we make of it.”
“Yet if there is no right answer, why ask anyway?” he counters.
Your eyes sparkle, and at that moment, you just might have the universe in your eyes. “Maybe some questions are meant to be asked.”
“And some things aren’t meant to have an answer?”
“Exactly,” you say, with the vigour of a bursting sun. “Nothing matters. Everything matters. Maybe…”
You trail off, an embarrassed chuckle sounding in your throat. “Yea, I have no idea what I just said.”
He can’t quite stop the laugh that leaves his lips.
(Some time later, you stand, stretching as you do. “Damn, I might leave the baking for another day,” you say, voice thick on the cusp of a yawn. “All this philosophical stuff is making me sleepy. You should get some sleep too, I think both of us need it.”
When he returns to his room, something in him prompts him to heed your advice. He sleeps.)
—
Somehow, both of you had taken to ‘meeting’ in the kitchens during the twilight hours, once every few days. He’d wake up after a nightmare or when sleep simply eluded him, and found you with your sun-like eyes, the songs under your breath and the hot chocolates that felt so much like hugs. You’d speak about anything and everything under the stars, of questions with no answers and answers that meant everything and nothing. Then you’d part ways with his mind swirling and chest bursting, all traces of that phantom wound gone.
(There were days you weren’t there, of course, and he’d be faintly disappointed, but you did still need sleep.)
He’s computing data on Jarilo-VI when someone knocks on his door. It can’t be March, as she’d simply forgo all etiquette and barge in after the first knock. Stelle was out exploring the planet they were currently stationed at, and both Himeko and Mr. Yang were busy. That left… you.
“Come in,” he calls, hearing the door slide open and click shut.
You’ve been an official member of the Astral Express crew for a month now, and this was the first time you’ve specifically sought him out. You’re smiling slightly sheepishly, hand picking at your palm. “Are you busy? I can come back another time…”
He sets down the files, looking up from the monitor. “No, it’s fine. What do you need?”
“I wanted to learn more about Yaoshi,” you tell him, sidling up to his side.
“You can use this,” he says, tilting the screen to you and standing up. He can complete archiving later. The work never ended, in any case. “Search up whatever you need.”
“Thanks!”
He makes himself comfortable at the other corner of his room, picking up the half-finished book on his desk. Vaguely, he’s aware of his bed on the ground and the mess that is his half area of the room. He hopes you don’t think too much of it.
A while later, you stretch, letting out a sigh as your hands drop back to your sides. Your gaze darts around the room inquisitively. “So, this is the archives…” you murmur. Then your eyes meet his. “And your room?”
“I hadn’t planned on staying for long,” he says quickly, an odd need to explain rising. “Then, I suppose I got comfortable.”
You smile, a tad bit wry. “It’s definitely got charm — like that map!”
And you’re getting up, fixated on the large map on the wall. Your eyes are starry, mouth slightly parted as you study the endless abyss that is the observable universe. “That’s, wow, has the Express been to all of them?”
“Not even a fraction of it.” His reply is soft, much like the moment itself.
Your hand raises, reaching for the blank areas at the edges. “So I’m guessing these are the parts yet to be.”
“The universe is always expanding,” he says in lieu of an explanation. “And the Express will trailblaze along with it.”
“That sounds rather pointless, doesn’t it? Mapping out the infinity?” you muse. “Boarding a train whose line never ends? Or does that make it poetic?”
“I suppose it depends on how you look at it.”
You swivel around, eyes bright and blazing with delight, and he can’t quite place why his breath catches. “Maybe that’s just how the universe is meant to be. A line with no end. A atlas which always has two blank pages at the end.”
You seem to catch yourself then, gaze darting downward and a chuckle leaving your lips. “Sorry, I always get weird about these kinds of philosophical stuff.”
“It’s alright,” he assures you, it really is. Life would be that much duller if he had to do without these types of conversations with you. You meet his gaze then, almost bashful, and in that moment, he can’t seem to tear his eyes away.
Then you blink, clearing your throat, and the moment vanishes.
“Right. I’ve been here long enough, though, so I’ll just… go now,” you say awkwardly, sending him a dizzying smile before you’re bounding out the room.
—
Weirdly enough, despite everything he’s seen in this life and before, this was certainly one of the oddest situations he’s been in.
He’s in March’s room, a room bursting with colour and vividness, a stark contrast to his. You’re here too, along with Stelle and March herself. Positioned in the fluffy armchair in the corner, he’s got the best view of the entire place along with the door. Stelle’s made herself comfortable, spread eagled on the bed whilst March and you are seated beside her cross-legged.
He’s not too sure how it came to be so. The three of you turned out to be quite the trio, and he had been in his room as per usual when you three burst in, manhandling him into joining you. (With that grin and your hand on his wrist, he’s partly sure he’d follow you anywhere.)
“Wait, so your name isn’t Stelle because of the stellaron in you?” you ask, head tilted to the side.
Stelle shrugs. “It could be? I don’t remember much of anything before I woke up on the space station.”
“And March’s name is ‘cuz she was found on March 7th…” Then, you pout. “Now I want a cool made up name. Is Dan Heng a made up name?”
“All names are made up,” he tells you dryly.
March blows a raspberry at him. “Don’t be such a wet blanket —” Her eyes light up, and she visibly straightens. “I know! I know! Stelle also means star, I think? We can be the sun, moon and stars! Uhm, I’ll be Solar and you’ll be Luna.”
“That’s kinda dumb,” Stelle adds in, throwing a plush toy in March’s face.
It was kind of dumb. You were definitely more sun than you were moon. He didn’t quite know how he knew. It just was.
March splutters, hurling the plush dog back with vigour. Stelle returns it, hitting you instead, to which you gasp in mock offence to and somehow the three of you end up flinging pillows and plushies at each other. You laugh, bright and delighted, and he’s drawn to the curve of your neck as you throw your head back, the glitter in your half-closed eyes, and the carelessly toothy grin on your face.
He doesn’t notice March staring at him thoughtfully, cogs whirring in her head.
“You like Y/N.”
It’s a week after the pillow fight the three of you had, and it’s one of the times everyone’s gathered in the parlour, with the extra bonus of your delicious baking. Cookies, this time, buttery and vanilla and sweet.
The statement startles him from his thoughts, and he turns to see March in the seat beside him, so close their shoulders brushed. There’s steely determination in her gaze, and a triumphant little smile on her face.
“... What?”
“You like Y/N,” she repeats, and his eyes dart to where you were, conversing with Himeko and Welt a few tables down.
He didn’t quite understand what March was hinting at. Of course he liked you. Everyone liked you. He tells March as such. "Do you not like Y/N…?"
She facepalms, groaning softly.
"No! Of course I do! But you have a crush on Y/N," she explains, gesturing wildly with her hands. She beams excitedly, bouncing in her seat. "Like, you know, you wanna date and stuff. It's so cute!"
"I…" he blinks, utterly puzzled, mouth slightly parted. "No…? I don't."
The sound of your laughter draws his attention away from her for the briefest second. Snorting, March slugs his shoulder, rolling her eyes as she does. "Funny. It's so obvious! You're literally giving Y/N heart eyes right now. Even Stelle noticed."
He huffs, fixing her with a glare. "I do not have a crush on Y/N."
March sighs, a knowing smile on her face. Standing, she tousles his hair as she says, "Sure, sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night!"
She flounces away, leaving him there to scowl and fix his hair. Still, he can't help but feel as if he's missing something important, like a book without its title, or the sun without its moon.
—
Screeching metal, the glint of a blade, a sickening stab and a pierce through his heart. Panic stricken, he whirled around, barely able to retaliate before he was pulled down under.
Then, there was warmth.
Dan Heng’s eyes flicker open, a hand instinctively rising to his chest. This was getting ridiculously repetitive, to be haunted by the same memory for nights on end. Still… Something felt off about it, as if there were pieces of the puzzle that had yet to make the scene. He doesn’t realise when he got to the kitchen, but he does, and the sight of you chases the worries out of his mind for now.
“Do we ever sleep?” he asks rhetorically, taking his usual seat at the aisle.
You grin, setting down two mugs in front of him. “S’pose not. I’m gonna have to take a really long nap soon, though.”
Your nails clink against the porcelain, a habit of yours he’s gotten used to, but what’s curious is the way sparks are emitting from your fingertips. He frowns, concerned, but you don’t seem to notice — or mind.
“Your hands…”
Looking down, you let out a soft ‘oh’, and wiggle them. “Eh,” you say nonchalantly, rubbing your thumb and index finger together. “Part of the package deal with my powers. They’ll go away soon.”
“It doesn’t hurt?” he questions, just to make sure.
“Nope,” you say, popping the ‘p’ ever so slightly. “But the insomnia’s a bitch.”
You’re rolling a ball of… fire(?) in your palms now, eyes golden with the reflection of it. His confusion grows by the second. Glancing up, you notice it, and you smile a little wistfully.
“When I started following the Abundance, I gained some sort of fire powers? But there’s always a catch, isn’t there? The energy kind of accumulates inside of me until I use it. When I don’t use it, this happens —” you hold up your hand to show him, summoning a wisp of a flame before snatching your palm back “— along with the insomnia. But after draining the energy, I get really sleepy and black out for a few days. It depends on how much I drain, of course.”
“And your energy hasn’t been drained since…”
“Since I joined the Express,” you finish for him. “No one’s needed healing since then, anyway. Which is a good thing.”
“Nothing in the data bank stored any information on this type of power,” he says, mostly to himself. He’d do another search later. There had to be something. “Are you sure you’ll be alright?”
“Yep! Our next station is Penacony, isn’t it? I can stop by the hospitals there or something.”
“Alright,” he replies, albeit rather dubiously.
Then your eyes gleam wickedly, and you rub your palms together in imitation of some storybook villain. “Wanna see something cool?”
And as you showcase your talent in manipulating fire, he can’t help but admire you. The minute he thought he knew all there was to know about you, you had gone and revealed something entirely fantastical about yourself.
Literal healing abilities that stemmed from pyrokineses. That explained quite a lot, actually. Sunny eyes, sunny smile, sunny demeanor. You were practically the embodiment of the sun, and this simply perfected it even further. Warm inside and out. He brings the cup of hot chocolate to his lips, taking a small sip. You could even create warmth too.
Your smile is wide and expectant as you present to him a fiery image of the Express, which morphs into Pom-Pom, then Stelle, Mr. Welt, Himeko and finally March.
Intrusively, his mind conjures up the image of March’s excited, knowing announcement. You like Y/N.
Preposterous. He didn't like you in that way. You were a good friend, and he was merely close to you. Sure, you were sweet, baked really well, funny, a great conversationalist, bubbly yet not overbearing like March herself and utterly sunny and— Oh.
Oh.
He liked you.
—
Nothing changed. Much. Realising he had a little more than platonic feelings toward you only seemed to heighten his awareness of you. Your laugh. Your eyes. Your warmth. You, in general.
Except March seemed to know too, if her shit-eating grin and horrendously concealed inneundos were any indication. You should ask them on a date, she had squealed once.
He couldn’t just ask you out. How would he even go about doing that? Any train of thought in that direction just left him feeling incredibly awkward. Being your friend was enough, he decided. Your night-time meetings. Your hot chocolate. It was more than enough.
“He almost kissed me,” Stelle wails dramatically, shaking your shoulders. “You know how shocked I was? I woke up to a random dude in my face! Never let him do CPR ever again.”
March nods along solemnly. “You can do all the first aid, right Y/N? That man doesn’t know any to save his life.”
“As if you know any more than I do,” he snipes back, faintly horrified they were telling all of this to you. He remembers that day. March and Stelle were definitely overselling it. “And it wasn’t that bad.”
“Of course not,” Stelle says dubiously, shooting him a dirty look.
You’re cackling, wiping tears out of your eyes. “No way. None of you know first aid? I can teach y’all some.”
March squeals, clapping her hands. “YES! Let’s do CPR. I volunteer Dan Heng as tribute.”
“I don’t want CPR on me again.” Stelle nods in a ‘fine by me’ gesture, humming as she does. “Dan Heng, you do it.”
“Majority wins,” you sing, grinning, and shrug at him as his gaze meets yours rather helplessly. “Get on the ground, on your back.”
March does it for him, practically shoving him on the ground. He glowers at her, to which she deftly ignores. Stelle’s only snickering from the bed. You settle down near his side, and all he can see is your back and hair as you turn to speak with the other two.
“Right, so first, you make sure there’s nothing dangerous around you, the casualty and anyone else. Then, you check whether they’re responsive or not, and for major wounds and whatnot. Call for help if you can.”
You shift him flat on his back, and kneel with one knee near his shoulder and the other at his waist. You lift up your palms and show everyone how you put one above the other, interlocking them, positioning them. He can’t quite stop the small hitch in his breath when you lean over him, hands hovering just above his chest.
“Make sure your knees are positioned like this, and your elbows are locked. The heel of your palm should be right in the middle and your middle finger should align with the nipple.”
March and Stelle both giggle at your last statement, and he wills himself not to react. He can feel you roll your eyes at them. You lean away from him then, and there's a small pang of disappointment which he wholly ignores.
You continue to explain how to count each set, and how to time them, and rattle off some songs they could follow the beat to.
He's hit with a strong, strong sense of admiration for you. He hasn't seen you out on field yet, but with the way you teach and demonstrate everything with practised ease makes him that much surer of your capabilities.
Then you turn back to him, a sheepish look on your face. “Okay, time for mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.”
Oh.
"No! Not actually!" you practically screech, with the way March and Stelle start howling and the widening of his eyes. "I'm just going to explain how it works — Stelle, shut up."
"Fine, fine," the girl in question says, voice thick with amusement.
"After you're done with the first set of CPR but the casualty still isn't breathing, you'd want to do something called a head-tilt chin-lift."
You place two fingers under his chin, literally tilting his head upward. He sincerely hopes you can't feel how shallow his breaths are.
"Then you're gonna have to pinch the casualty's nose, and well, breathe into their mouth. If their chest rises on the first breath, yay, you’re done! If not, you breathe into their mouth again, and..."
You carry on with the impromptu lesson, walking everyone through a few different scenarios. He'd be committing everything to memory if only his mind would stop flashing back to how your hands were so close—
Soon enough, the conversation changes its course, and everyone moves on except for March, whose grin is ever wider and the sparkles in her eyes like fireworks.
'Stop it,' he mouths at her.
She sticks her tongue out at him.
("Hey, we're good, right?" you ask him the next day, a faint furrow between your brows. "The CPR thing yesterday, you just seemed a little uncomfortable."
"It's alright," he says, because it really was. "It was fine."
"Okay then.")
—
Screeching metal, the glint of a blade, a sickening stab and a pierce through his heart. Panic stricken, he whirled around, barely able to retaliate before he was pulled down under.
Then, there was a gentle voice, hushed and comforting.
“You’re gonna be fine. This is no place to die.”
Dan Heng’s eyes flicker open. That dream… how odd. That was certainly something different. He raises a hand to his chest, feeling at the scar through his clothes. There was no sting, no burning sensation. It didn’t hurt, not one bit.
He stands easily, to the kitchens, by now a well rehearsed habit.
You were there, as always, somehow as it should. It brings him comfort all the same.
“Rough night?”
“Memories, is all.”
“Ah…”
Setting down a mug in front of him, you turn back to your baking, an odd deviation in routine. Sparks dance down your hands and fingers from time to time. “No hot chocolate for me today — I want to finish these cookies. Any requests?”
“Chocolate chips?” he suggests softly. “I like them.”
You chuckle. “Sure.”
He watches as you putter about the kitchen, waltzing to the rhythm in your soul. Humming again, bright and airy, that same old tune. He never did get the name of that song, did he?
“Wanna talk about it?” you ask suddenly. “About the memories? Talking with someone usually helps.”
“They’re not very happy stories,” he tells you in lieu. Would you want to hear about how he almost died? How that memory plagued his sleep? His past was a miserable, miserable tale.
“They never are, are they?” is your reply.
He chuckles humorlessly, watching the bubbly foam in his cup swirl and swirl and swirl itself into a vortex. “When I first — long before the Express, I was on an IPC ship affected by the Fragmentum, helping to clear it out. I was too inexperienced, and got myself outnumbered. I should’ve died then, but I didn’t.”
Letting out a soft, frustrated exhale, he takes a swig off his drink. “That’s where the memory ends — where I wake up. I never got to see… When I woke up, the doctors told me the person who helped me had already left.”
“What a shame,” you comment. “But c’est la vie, I guess.”
“What does that mean?” he asks curiously. He never knew you spoke another language.
“It’s a saying I got from one of the worlds I visited! It means ‘that’s life’, I think,” you say brightly.
“You know the worst thing?” he asks, and after your prompting, continues, “The only thing I have left from that day is a scar.”
You’re moulding the cookie dough into shape now, its scent wafting through the air delectably. Sighing, you turn back to look at him with a small, sad smile. “Some say scars are the tapestries left on your skin from the victories you win. That kinda applies there, right?”
“Technically it was a loss…”
“Well, you survived against all odds. That seems like a win enough.”
The fervour in your voice is… surprising. He’d never know you’d defend his honor this passionately, even if it was to himself.
“Yeah,” he says quietly. “I guess it does.”
The both of you fall into an easy sort of silence for the rest of the night. It was, admittedly, another thing he loved about you — how simple it was to talk to you, yet at the same time to be silent with you. Spending time with you was something he loved, point blank.
—
His new form was… jarring, to say the least. Or was it his old form? There had barely been anything to process anything when—
"Dan Heng," you breath out, hushed and hasty, eyes sweeping over his body. You're bloody and bruised, he notes, breathing hard through your nose. A gash on your cheek that's half healed, and the odd angle your wrist is in.
Your first fight, he realises. The way you held your own is no mere feat, but you weren't a fighter, you shouldn't have had to. And against people that could've killed you a thousand times over? All because of him, and his past.
Yet you're only staggering up to him, concerned etched into your every feature. He meets you there partway, resisting the urge to bring his hand to your cheek.
"Are you hurt?" you ask, a hand reaching for his chest.
Your touch is warm, familiar. It sends sparks flying down his spine and heat up his cheeks, but he wills it away. He murmurs, "I should be asking you that."
"I'll heal," you tell him nonchalantly, batting the concern away. Your other hand wipes the blood off your cheeks, revealing smooth skin where the boy had once cut. "See? Now, what about you? That guy really did a number on you…"
Your gaze stray to where his heart should be. Not even his clothes are torn.
"The last time you got stabbed, you —"
"Nearly died," he finishes. "Don't worry about me. I… The Vidyadhara are hard to kill."
You snort, smirking slightly. You glance at his horns, gaze trailing down. It felt… different from how you did earlier. "You never told me you had an even prettier form."
He feels his entire brain short-circuit right then and there.
"I… you — what?"
You laugh, teasing and delighted. He scowls, to cover his fluster, reluctantly pushing you away. "March is corrupting you."
Shrugging, you turn to Jing Yuan, who he had forgotten was there. His… old friend. At least, his past incarnation's friend. The man leads the both of you to a starskiff. It was high time you reunited with the rest, anyway.
You nudge him with your elbow. "You're keeping it, right?"
He huffs.
"That's not a no!"
"Am I dying?" Stelle rasps, staring at her blood-stained hand. She's audibly wheezing, breath shaky as she stumbles to the ground.
You're there in an instant, shooing March away, however much the girl wanted to help. Even her shields hadn't been enough for Phantylia, and one of her attacks had struck Stelle in the ribs.
From the corner of his eye, he sees Stelle clutch your hand. "I'm too young to die!"
"You're going to be fine, you hear me?" you tell her, yet he detects undertones of worry in your voice. "This is no place to die."
That statement. It sounded so… familiar.
He takes his chance in the lull during battle to glance to the sidelines. Stelle's flat on the ground, blood pooling near her waist and your knees. Hands above the gaping wound, red-hot energy spreads from your palms to her skin. That must feel warm, he finds himself thinking inadvertently.
"That tickles," she complains, evidently much better.
"At least you're not— not dead," you retort dryly, punctuated by a yawn.
"Hey, you good?"
"Just peachy."
You help her up, and Stelle takes her place beside him, already raring for another go. His gaze finds you with concern, only to receive a soft yet determined smile in reply.
"Let's finish this."
(Later, you're all on a starskiff headed toward respite.
Immediately, you slump yourself against him, dropping your head on his shoulder. You're warm, and he can feel the way your chest rises and falls with each breath. The way his heart flutters is utterly juvenile, but it does all the same.
However… the battle was over, yet your words couldn't seem to leave his mind. This is no place to die. Somehow, he knew that statement. But where was it from?
He's definitely never heard it from you. He'd know if it were, he could probably recite most conversations he's had with you by heart. And still…
He turns to you, only to find you already lightly dozing. He can't find the heart in him to wake you.)
—
Screeching metal, the glint of a blade, a sickening stab and a pierce through his heart. Panic stricken, he whirled around, barely able to retaliate before he was pulled down under.
Then, there were warm hands, soft eyes.
“This is no place to die.”
Dan Heng’s eyes flutter open. That dream again…
But how could it be? You? Had you been the one to save him? Or was he just projecting his crush on you into the memory? You would have told him if you had met him all that time ago, wouldn’t you have? He had even told you about it some nights ago…
Swiftly, he stands, resolve firm. He heads to your room, a feeling in his gut that told him that was exactly where you’d be. Honestly, if you were in the kitchens tonight, he’d drag you back to bed himself.
A faint ‘come in’ responds to his knock on your door, and he steps in carefully. Your eyes are half-mast, hair mussed from sleep, and he vaguely wonders if he should’ve saved it for the morning. Yet, the sight you make is just incredibly endearing and he can’t bring himself to regret much.
“Come sit.” You pat the spot on your bed next to you, beckoning him over. He moves almost on his body’s own accord, settling by you so naturally as if it had always meant to be.
“You know, they say ‘character is fate’,” you tell him, interrupting whatever he had been about to say. “Because even from infinite paths to choose from, your character makes it so that you wouldn’t have chosen any other way, in every lifetime and the next.”
“Does that make the two of us fated?” you continue softly, playing with the strands of his now long hair. “If I hadn’t chose to become a healer, if you hadn’t been on that ship…”
“The whole time, why didn’t you tell me that — that it was you?” he asks, gaze meeting yours searchingly.
“That day I saw you on the Express, I thought that it must’ve been fate, y’know?” you explain, smiling wistfully. “You didn’t remember me then, and I didn’t want to bring up the past since you’ve always seemed so uncomfortable about it. I told myself that it would be up to fate if you remembered or not, hah.”
Your reasoning was entirely, perfectly logical, and yet fantastical all the same. You were always one to believe in fate. Still… “I just… it had been you all along.”
You, with the hot chocolates and the sunny-like demeanor and the midnight talks. You, who traversed the universe helping others selflessly, who during your first battle were only concerned with him and his health. You, who he had so irrevocably fallen in love with.
Shit, he didn’t just like you. He loved you. Or at least, he was on the very cusp of it, at the moment just before a star was born, ready to fall, ready to let go.
“I think it’s fate,” you announce seriously. “I mean, I made chocolate chip cookies the day we met and they’re actually your favourite.”
“I only decided they were my favourite after tasting yours,’ he retorts without thinking, still faintly stunned by the revelation.
You laugh, sharp and amused and delighted. “That good?”
“The best.”
“Can I see it?” you ask suddenly, turning to him in a way your shoulders lean against his.
He swallows, instantly understanding what you were alluding to. Hesitantly, he nods, pulling up his shirt to reveal the spot where there should’ve been a scar. Your hand grazes along his skin, and he’s sure you can feel the way he shudders.
“This form doesn’t scar,” he murmurs lowly, almost apologetic. That scar had meant many things. His weakness, his survival. His past, his future.
You hum under your breath, and the way the faint starlight reflects off of your eyes should be considered ethereal. “Well, I guess it’s good you don’t. With the amount of fights you and Stelle get into…”
Glancing up at him, you meet his eyes, and you smile shyly, like the sun peeking through the clouds. “I’m glad you’re okay.”
Suddenly parched, his tongue darts across his lips. Was it just him or had you always been this close? Something delicate was in the air, as if the simplest move would break it, and he couldn’t quite make a sound despite the hammering in his heart. The hand you have on his chest hasn’t moved, warm, but trembling ever so slightly. He —
“If you don’t say something I think I’m gonna kiss you,” you whisper, almost out of breath, and your eyes oh so wanting.
It’s all the confirmation he needs. He dips his head, a hand snaking around your waist as finally, your lips meet. Your hands find its way in his hair, and you’re sighing into the kiss, the smile evident on your face. He feels himself do the same.
It’s no more of a kiss than a simple brush of lips, but it’s sweet and shy and promised so much more that he feels warmth unfurl in every fibre of him. You relax against him, nuzzling your face into his neck, and he can’t help but place a kiss atop your head.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long,” you confess, muffled into his body.
“Surely not as long as I have…”
You laugh. “March is going to take one look at us tomorrow and scream ‘I told you so’. She’s been saying you liked me back since forever.”
Despite March’s annoying meddling, he feels a tad grateful toward her. Without her intervention, he probably would’ve taken much longer to realise his feelings toward you.
“You asked me once if I believed in fate, and I told you I didn’t. I still don’t,” he says, musing, rambling, barely putting two words before the other before he’s speaking. “But you do. So if it’s any worth, you’re my fate. Infinite paths to choose from and I’d always pick this one, if it gets me to you.”
You still, and for a moment, he thinks he’s messed up, that whatever he had said earlier was too rushed. Then, you’re hugging him, squeezing him so tightly his ribs might cave in. The smile on your face is radiant, your eyes dazzlingly bright.
“That means you’re stuck with me, y’know,” you say loftily, “Possibly forever.”
He’s sure the look on his face is absolutely, irrevocably lovesick. He wouldn’t have it any other way.
“I’m sure I’ll manage,” he vows. “‘Til the end of the line, and not a second less.”
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⊹ PHANTOM PAINS ⊹ PILOT EPISODE
(black!fem!) mea harper!reader x ceo boss!dhan tae-oh
ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ
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⊹ CW: long post, emotional cheating, unrequited love, depression, fluff, drama, etc.
⊹ SYNOPSIS: Celebrating his niece's birthday at a restaurant, Dhan recognizes you from across the room as his past lover from five hundred years ago and is determined to stop at nothing to be with you again.
⊹ A/N: this is my first serious fanfic, feedback on this pilot (comments, messages & reblogs only!) will help me consider continuing it with motivation. Canon divergent / somewhat canon compliant to the MEA CULPA (2024) film by Tyler Perry with some crossover aspects thrown in. I hope you enjoy!
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"Does Your Majesty wish to meet again in our next lives?" You asked, wrapping your arms around him.
"Of course, were you considering abandoning me?" Dhan replied, chuckling.
"Okay then, when the time comes, I'll be your master once more." You promised. "Your love. Your pain. Even your very last breath, please give them all to me."
"They are all yours, y/n."
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There was a time when those words meant everything to him.
A time when finding you meant everything to him.
But after his fifth life, Dhan had given up on his search and the phantom pains have haunted him ever since.
It was a pain that wasn't his, a pain that never faltered in reminding him of his failure despite the many times you two were reincarnated throughout the last five hundred years.
Your souls were connected after all and even though this pain has brought him a great deal of misery, part of him hoped you weren't feeling anything.
Presumably, because he was always reincarnated as a man, he assumed you would be reincarnated as a woman but other than that, he never really had any concrete way of finding you. It was safe to assume that since his ethnicity changed, yours did too.
Not that he particularly cared what race you were now, all that mattered was that he was reunited with you. But that promise has become nothing but a fleeting dream. A delusion Dhan couldn't completely let go of because this pain meant that you were alive, somewhere out there. Hopefully looking for him too.
In every lifetime after the first one, he always accumulated a great deal of wealth somewhere in his mid to late twenties under the name of Dan.
In this era, he was Dhan Tae-Oh, the boss of a CEO corporation in Korea and came from a long line of gangsters that reinforced the values of family and business to a rather high degree.
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Tonight, he was celebrating his niece's 9th birthday and his sister-in-law's most recent promotion in the fashion industry.
His younger brother, Charles Kang, arranged everything at the finest Italian restaurant in all of Chicago, Illinois, called up Dhan three days before and here they all were.
"You know, we got lucky tonight." Charles set aside his fork and knife for a sip of wine.
"I initially planned to invite more people for Abby's dinner party but a larger group had already reserved a bigger table and I snagged us the only one they had left."
Now that Dhan gave it a second thought, Piccolo Sogno was unusually packed tonight and much busier than he had initially anticipated.
Even looking over his shoulder he could still see the glimpse of the same crowd he passed through, still waiting in line outside.
His assistant, Seon-woo, mentioned something about a on the rise celebrity artist being one of its more known customers over the last couple of years. No one Dhan had really heard of or cared to for that matter.
"Their celebrating their mum's birthday, I heard." Susan remarked, her posh accent gleaming through. She looked past her husband and over her shoulder, seeing the large the table behind them.
There were about five people and that one particular redheaded woman must've been the birthday mom. "Surely Abby won't mind sharing her special day when two cakes come out." Susan teased.
"You got me a cake?!" Abby gasped, beaming with a smile. "Is it a big one?"
"You can only have two slices, young lady." Susan tenderly pinched her daughter's cheek. "The last thing we need is you bouncin' off the walls at 2 o'clock in the mornin' on a school night."
Abby pouted and brought those puppy eyes straight to her uncle.
Dhan stifled a laugh, hiding that cheeky smile behind a half closed fist. "I'm sorry Abby, not even that can convince me to break your parents rules but I'll make it up to you when dessert arrives, I promise."
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Dessert was served in the form of a double stacked white and pink frosted cake decorated with strawberries and red icing for the words "Happy 9th birthday, Abigail!"
Candles were blown and nine year old Abigail Kang became tonight's birthday girl that the staff (and some nearby tables) sang to. Pictures were taken and there were smiles all around.
The gift that Dhan purchased was a reasonably expensive one but not something he would ever think to showboat about. He simply had some connections here and there and thought to put them to good use for the short time he was going to be in Chicago.
"All fourteen of Taylor Swift's albums!?" Abby squealed, wrapping her arms around her Uncle Dhan and squeezing him tight. "I love it! I love it! I love it!"
Dhan laughed nervously, patting her head and squeezing her shoulder tenderly. "Your arms squishing my insides make that explicitly clear."
Everything was going great. Dhan was feeling great.
That is, until things weren't great anymore.
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Dhan suddenly gripped the edge of the table to stop himself from keeling over on the floor of the restaurant.
His chest became uncomfortably tight and his head began throbbed with a splitting sensation.
The phantom pain had returned.
For the sake not wanting to make a scene or ruin what was already a perfect night, Dhan got his breathing under control, keeping some stoicism to his face to not alarm anyone.
The tightness in his chest seemed to lessen but the throbbing in his head wasn't going anywhere.
"Pumpkin, why don't me and you freshen up in the girls' room and leave the boys here, yeah?" As if on cue, Susan took her daughter by the hand and headed straight for the bathroom.
"Dhan." Charles sighed, addressing him in a somber tone of their birth language. Entirely oblivious to what his brother suffering with. "I know we haven't always seen eye to eye but I'm really glad you could make it tonight."
He listened to his brother -- or at least tried to.
The words were being drowned out by a sudden ringing in his ears, leaving him momentarily stunned that it almost felt like the world around him was going to spin.
But he wasn't feeling nauseous from the alcohol or a sudden fever. It felt more like ... resentment.
It put a bitter taste in his mouth and made him clench his fist at the end of the table until his knuckles went white.
His brother hadn't done anything wrong and yet Dhan was being swallowed whole by the sensation, not knowing where to place it.
It's just ... if his brother wasn't the problem, then who?
"Oh look! Her Majesty, The Queen has finally arrived." A woman's voice cackled in the air.
She was an older looking caucasian woman with red curly hair and wine red lipstick, belonging to the group that booked a table for a total of nine and judging by what the already opened and nearly empty wine bottle, she must've had a bit too much to drink.
That's when he saw you approach the table.
It was you. It was really you.
His soulmate.
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"Don't worry son, your second wife will be on time." Azalia, your mother-in-law cackled, caressing the cheek of Kal, your husband.
His awkward shuffle of a smile made it crystal clear that whatever came out of her mouth tonight, he wasn't going to come to your defense anytime soon.
What can you expect from a man that holds his disrespectful mother over your marriage of three years?
What's worse is that Azalia had the nerve to invite the one woman she favored more.
Your husband's childhood friend, Jenna.
The same childhood friend that had become the topic of your marriage counseling session that your husband Kal had ditched midway through for this dinner party.
A session that you had to finish by yourself, making you the one who arrived late.
Jenna was a tall, light skinned woman with dark curly hair and a bright red dress with a V neck to show off a window of cleavage and a shortened skirt to show off her toned and slender legs.
And to add salt to fucking wound -- Azalia made sure Jenna sat next to your husband while you sat at the end of the table with your only friend and sister-in-law, Charlise.
"I'm sure you won't mind, y/n. You and Charlise probably wanna talk anyway."'
You looked at Kal, searching his gaze for something, any sign of him speaking up to his mother but to your utter disappointment he just let it happen.
You can only push down the intense feeling of resentment and agitation with a passive aggressive smile, taking your seat at the far end with Charlise.
This was going to be a long dinner to get through.
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Apart from a brief exchange of words from your brother-in-law, Ray Hawthorne, and the couple sitting across from you, Charlise was the only saving grace at this table and frankly the only reason you kept it together as long as you did.
As much as you wanted to tear off that terrible red wig and burn it, you tuned out your mother-in-law whenever she made any more chide remarks about you.
Not much of a point in ignoring your husband, he was too focused on Jenna and giving Azalia one of the most expensive birthday gifts you had ever seen.
A silver and gold watch that you knew your unemployed husband didn't have the money for.
"Happy birthday mom, from me and y/n."
You scoffed in utter disbelief and stood up from your seat, grabbing your purse. "If you'll excuse me, I think I need some fresh air."
"Oh, well you take your time. We're doing fine here." Azalia insisted, smiling from ear to ear.
Kal was on the verge of getting out of his seat, expressing concern. "I can come with you babe--"
"No." You snapped coldly, barely sparing him a glance as you waved him off dismissively. "I'll be fine on my own, thank you."
Kal frowned, lowering himself back down with a defeated expression. "A-Alright, just don't stay out there too long."
You sighed into the night air, hands pressed against the metal railing while the people behind you carried on with their evening under the lit up patio roof. Glasses clanking, people laughing, wine pouring and plates clinking.
All of it was just background noise to drown out one particular thought that you couldn't run away from.
Maybe it's time to put this relationship on permanent leave.
It's not a pleasant thought. It never was. You and Kal had known each other for eight years and had been married for the last three of them. You've had your ups and downs like any other couple and got through it but this? This was too much. His mother was too much.
But that's probably what SHE wants. The sooner you're gone. The happier she'll be.
You only stuck it out this long because you genuinely loved Kal and Charlise was the anchor keeping you grounded.
As one of Chicago's most successful defense attorney's alongside your brother-in-law, you had everything and yet nothing at all with how your marriage was starting to fall apart, on top of shouldering the numerous bills since Kal lost his job as an anesthesiologist.
God, where did it all go wrong?
"Having a rough night?"
You were snapped out of your thoughts by the deep and smooth voice of a man walking up beside you. The cool night's breeze washing over you both.
He was a tall and handsome man of Korean decent. The darkness of his long hair making the crimson color of his eyes seem as though he were some beast straight out of a fairytale.
Alluring eyes that stared into you with a hint of sincerity and invitation.
You can barely hold in a chuckle, crossing one arm over the other to let your wedding ring glint in the moonlight. "That would be the understatement of tonight."
He sees this and can't hide the smirk on his face. "I don't blame you. In-laws can be infuriating like that sometimes. Especially mother-in-law's."
The restaurant wasn't exactly that big in terms of table arrangements so it makes sense one's antics would be overheard when they're standing around the biggest table in the room.
You chuckle again. The tightness in your chest starting to lighten but your smart enough to keep up you guard to shut down any potential flirting, even the harmless kind. "Can you expect anyone to act cordial on their birthday? I've been here all night without a single drink of my own and tolerating her has been exhausting."
You certainly weren't the type to open up like this to a stranger of all people but it felt good. Yes, you had your friend, Charlise, but there was something different about this man. Something oddly familiar.
"Because she's acting like a cunt towards you and only you and you feel that if you didn't step out when you did you would've tore her a new one right infront of her favorite son and the entire restaurant?" He guessed your exact feelings with a cheeky smile.
You exhale a baffled laugh.
It's like he knew exactly what you were feeling.
"Oh, so you're a mind reader now?"
He raises his right hand, jokingly. "Guilty as charged, your honor."
The both of you laugh.
"Dhan."
"Y/n."
Dhan smiled, staring longingly into your eyes. "A pleasure to meet you, y/n."
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Eventually, you were back inside the restaurant. Sitting comfortably beside Charlise and ignoring another passive aggressive comment from Azalia.
You had been gone for a solid eight, maybe ten minutes tops.
The dinner eventually ended and everyone was putting aside their plates and gathering up their coats and belongings while Ray generously secured the bill.
That's when the waiter approached with an expensive looking bottle of wine.
Ray dismissively waved his hand. "No need to send over anymore wine, sir. You can take that back, the dinner party is over."
The waiter shook his head. "I'm sorry sir this isn't for the table. I'm looking for a y/n, is there a y/n here?"
You raise your hand slightly to get the waiter's attention. "I'm y/n."
The waiter smiled at you, presenting the bottle. "Piccolo Sogno would like to formally gift you our most exclusive wine to enjoy right at home. On behalf of a generous courtesy from Mr. Tae-Oh, ma'am who wishes you a fine night. Thank you for you dining with us."
A bit stunned, you still accepted the bottle. That name alone already clued you in to who this was from.
Unaware of your husband's jealous gaze, you can't hide the smile on your lips as you read the note on the bottle.
A drink to wash away all your frustrations - Dhan.
#mea culpa 2024#mea culpa x reader#kelly rowland#trevante rhodes#kelly rowland x reader#mea harper x reader#black!fem!reader#black!reader#black fanfiction#elixir of the sun#dhan x reader#manhwa x reader#manga x reader#reader fic#black reader
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Phantom Theif Ajit X Reader HCs
Btw This Post Is For @moonytoony94 But Anyone Can Enjoy It!
When You First Meet Him he’s Trying To Steal A Valuable That You Contain In Your Mansion/Large House.
You End Up Finding Out His Name Via Some Important Research. His Charm Is Chaotic Energy Basically Wins U Over So Basically U Are Searching For Him Quite Aggressively.
He Finds Out You Have a Crush On Him After He Sneaks Into Your House To Delete all Information About Him On Your Computer.
You Two Start Dating A Few Weeks Before Ajit Bakugan Brawls Dan For The First Time.
After The Events Of The Bakugan Series He Debuts In, U Two Become Official Members Of The Awesome Brawlers
•You Two Totally Try To Get Your Fave Member Of The Awesome Brawlers Some Bitches Lol.
Anyway I Hope U Enjoy! Pls Put More Requests For HCS and Other Things In The Comments Pls!
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who i write for/major masterlist
aka, my latest hyperfixations (✨neurodivergency✨)
fandom, then character and/or actor
note: will also do rpf (real person fic), just very picky about celebrities whom i support
dc titans on hbo max
gar logan
kory anders/princess koriand'r
conner kent
dickkory
rachel roth
komand'r
komcon?? (queen komand'r and conner)
dick grayson
platonic!hank hall
dawn granger
donna troy
gossip girl (cw 2000s)
blair waldorf
serena van der woodsen
nate archibald
dan humphrey
dair (blair & dan, dan & blair)
carter baizen
note: will not write for chuck bass or ed westwick, i appreciate respect on this decision... moving on)
gossip girl (hbomax 2020s)
monet de haan
zoya lott
julien calloway
luna la
shan barnes
audrey hope
max wolfe
aki menzies
platonic! or frenemies!obie bergmann (love the actor, the character.... moving on)
boy meets world
eric matthews
shawn hunter
jack hunter
angela moore
shawn x angela (b/c that's who was supposed to be endgame)
minkus (maybe, not opposed to it)
platonic!feeny (for those who need some feeny advice, or just want something lighthearted to read)
vampire diaries universe (TVD, TO, Legacies)
when i say everybody from this show is available for requests, i mean EVERY-FRICKIN-BODY CAN GET IT
teen wolf
when i say everybody from this show is available for requests, i mean EVERY-FRICKIN-BODY CAN GET IT
first kill
calliope burns
juliette fairmont
calliette
theo burns
apollo burns
mama burns
mama fairmont
julie and the fat ones/phantoms
luke patterson
reggie peters
platonic!alex mercer (was that the fandom-agreed-upon last name??)
willex (alex x willie) --> possibly, want to remain respectful and i'm not a gay man so i don't know... i do love this couple though so i might
marvel cinematic universe
sam wilson, captain america
bucky barnes
peter parker (holland)
peter parker (garfield)
riri williams, ironheart
queen shuri, the black panther
namor (will add his other name once i learn how to properly spell it)
torres?? will look into this one, but he was pretty in tfatws so i'm adding him here for now
disney channel
lab rats (chase davenport)
any role played by luke benward
descendants movies (anyone... can get it)
liv and maddie (s4!parker rooney, maybe s3; reader will be aged down or parker is aged up)
disney plus
hsmtmts (anyone... can get it)
actors/notable rpf
this list is already so long, but pretty much anyone from the aforementioned shows will probably be written about so stay tuned! love you bye, drink some water
more to come when i can think of more!
#who i write for#dc titans#titans hbo max#the cw gossip girl#gossip girl#hbo max gossip girl#boy meets world#vampire diaries universe#tvd#the originals#the vampire diaries#legacies#the cw legacies#first kill#netflix first kill#julie and the phantoms#julie and the fat ones#netflix jatp#mcu#marvel cinematic universe#disney channel#disney plus#this is the gayest list i have ever written
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𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲 𝐓𝐚𝐢𝐥 | Gajeel Redfox
ᵈʳᵃʷⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵇʸ ʰⁱʳᵒ ᵐᵃˢʰⁱᵐᵃ
𝐋𝐔𝐈, 𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄
Gajeel Redfox x Reader
Warnings : spoil fairy tail
Mots : 1633
Masterlist
❝ yūkan'na❞
PDV (T/P)
JE M'APPELLE (T/P), je suis une mage de Fairy Tail depuis déjà un long moment et je maîtrise la magie du feu. Il n'y a pas longtemps le maître a accueilli deux nouveaux membres, Juvia Lockser et Gajeel Redfox. Ils étaient à Phantom Lord et ont essayé de nous tuer mais on a su leur pardonner, du moins la plupart. Juvia était quelqu'un d'assez gentille mais je n'avais pas encore eu le temps de la connaître suffisamment pour que l'on s'appelle ''amie''. Gajeel, lui, était plus renfermé et ne parlait pas beaucoup. J'avais déjà essayé d'aller le voir à plusieurs reprises mais je m'étais faite remballer alors je ne m'y tentais plus et avais laissé tomber avec lui. Il ne devait sûrement pas être d'humeur à me parler.
Après avoir passé une journée à la guilde à supporter Natsu et Grey en train de se disputer, j'ai décidé d'aller me promener au parc de Magnolia pour plus de tranquillité. Quand j'y suis arrivée, j'ai vu Luxus de dos.
Mais qu'est-ce que Luxus fait ici ? Tout ça ne présage rien de bon mais, pour l'instant, je vais me contenter d'aller voir de plus près ce qu'il est en train de ce passé. Une fois que je suis assez près pour pouvoir comprendre ce qu'il se passe. Je vois Gajeel se faire envoyer contre un arbre et Luxus se rapproche de lui prêt à le frapper pendant que Jett, Droy et Reby se contentaient de regarder ce qu'il se passait. Il fallait que j'aide Gajeel alors je décide de courir et de me mettre entre Luxus et Gajeel.
❝━ Qu'est-ce que tu fous ici Luxus ? Je lui lance.
━ Pousse-toi (T/P), il fait honte à la guilde. Il faut lui donner une bonne leçon pour avoir osé ridiculiser Fairy Tail.
━ Dégage Luxus. Lui dis-je amèrement.❞
Des flammes commençaient à se former autour de moi. S'il ne part pas maintenant je vais m'énerver.
❝━ Pfff... toi aussi tu es faible. Marmonna-t-il.❞
Finalement, Luxus partit ne voulant sûrement pas passer plus de temps à se battre avec nous. Je me retourne et regarde Gajeel, il n'a pas l'air en forme.
❝━ Ça va ? Lui demandai-je
━ Ouais, merci. Dit-il de façon inaudible.
━ Je t'en prie. Lui souriais-je.❞
Il se lève et part avec difficulté sans accepter mon aide pour le raccompagner. Je me retourne et lance un regard noir à Jett et Droy. Comment ont-ils pu regarder Luxus faire sans n'avoir rien dit ? Même s'ils ne l'aiment pas, ils ne pouvaient pas juste le regarder se faire tuer. Levy, quant à elle, me sourit chaleureusement pour me remercier d'avoir agi.
Le lendemain :
Aujourd'hui, c'est le concours Miss Fairy Tail, Miirajne m'a harcelé pendant deux jours pour que j'y participe alors j'ai décidé d'accepter pour qu'elle arrête de m'embêter.
Le concours commence par Kanna puis de Juvia, suivi de Mirajane, d'Erza qui utilise son Requip pour se changer dans un costume Lolita gothique. La cinquième à passer est Levy ensuite Bisca qui se sert de son sniper pour frapper 4 pièces au milieu d'un seul coup. Après elle c'est mon tour, j'entre en scène et utilise ma magie pour me créer une robe en flammes. Je tourne un peu sur moi-même et j'entends des applaudissements. En remerciant le public, je croise le regard de Gajeel et lui sourit. Je sors de la scène, fière de moi mais je vois Mirajane pétrifiée. Ma joie se transforme en incompréhension. Je me retourne pour trouver les autres filles et je croise des yeux jaunes puis du noir. Evergreen, je suis sûr que c'est elle qui nous a transformés en pierre. Après avoir croisé Luxus hier, il n'y a plus aucun doute.
PDV Gajeel
La robe de (T/P) est très jolie, j'ai bien aimé. Quand elle a terminé de tourner sur elle-même, j'ai évidemment applaudi puis j'ai croisé son regard et elle m'a souri. Elle est vraiment mignonne. La dernière candidate est Lucy mais elle est interrompue par une femme aux cheveux châtains, qui porte des lunettes et a une robe verte. Elle annonce que le concours est terminé parce qu'elle est la gagnante. La blague, ce n'est pas elle qui devrait gagner c'est plutôt (T/P).
J'entends les gens dire qu'elle s'appelle Evergreen et ils n'ont pas l'air très heureux de la voir. Lucy proteste mais malgré les avertissements de Grey, elle regarde cette femme dans les yeux et elle est transformée en pierre. Le rideau derrière elle se lève et on peut apercevoir toutes les candidates pétrifiées.
Luxus et sa troupe arrivent et il nous dit que la bataille de Fairy Tail est lancée. En temps normal, je m'en serai foutu mais là, il faut que j'aide (T/P), je lui dois bien pour hier. Je décide de courir vers la sortie mais je n'arrive pas à passer, on dirait qu'il y a un mur. Je regarde Makarof, confus, mais lui non plus n'a pas l'aire de comprendre. Natsu essaie aussi de sortir mais il ne peut pas passer. On dirait qu'on va rester ici jusqu'à ce que la bataille se termine. Désolé (T/P) je ne pourrais pas te sauver.
Après un long moment d'ennui, Natsu décide d'essayer de réanimer Erza en faisant fondre la couche de pierre. Makarof et Happy, paniqués, lui disent que c'est impossible et qu'il ne devrait pas faire ça, car son corps est totalement pétrifié. Ignorant les ordres, il prit le corps pétrifié et enflamme ses mains. Miraculeusement, la statue se met à se fissurer et Erza reprend alors sa forme humaine. Elle peut sortir se battre et part à la recherche de Luxus. Un peu plus tard, on apprend qu'Erza a vaincu Evergreen et les filles sont libérées.
PDV (T/P)
Je ne vois absolument rien, j'ai l'impression de dormir debout, c'est étrange. Je repense à hier, je ne sais pas ce qu'il m'a pris de m'interposer devant Luxus. En temps normal je n'aurai jamais fait ça, car Luxus, c'est Luxus quoi ! Il est trop fort, je me serais faite anéantir. Mais hier je n'ai pas accepté qu'il s'en prenne à Gajeel qui s'était déjà excusé plusieurs fois pour ce qu'il avait fait à Fairy Tail. Après de nombreuses minutes, j'ai ressenti une sensation étrange comme si quelque chose autour de moi se cassait. Quand j'ai ouvert les yeux, il y avait Nastu, Makarof, Happy et Gajeel qui me regardaient.
Finalement, le maître nous explique tout ce qu'il s'était passé durant notre 'absence'. Et après ça, Gajeel s'approche de moi.
❝━ Je suis content que tu ailles bien, j'aurais bien voulu me battre pour te délivrer mais comme t'as expliqué le maître, je n'ai pas pu sortir.❞
Il est tout rouge, c'est trop mignon.
Certaines des runes de Freed volent pour former un crâne. Luxus nous informe de l'activation du Thunder Palace et que si dans une heure et dix minutes nous ne le trouvons pas, d'innombrables éclairs s'abattront sur Magnolia. Bisca décide de sortir tirer sur l'un d'entre eux, mais une fois que le Lacrima est détruit toute la Puissance Magique canalisée dans le destroyer frappe Bisca.
Levy nous dit qu'il est possible, en raison de la nature de sa magie, de briser les runes. Les filles partent mais je reste pour aider Levy car je m'y connais en runes moi aussi. Gajeel et Nastu commencent à se disputer et j'essaie de faire en sorte qu'ils se taisent pour que Levy puisse se concentrer. Finalement, elle réussit à briser le code de Freed et les garçons peuvent sortir.
Je cours de partout espérant trouver quelqu'un quand j'entends Warren, dans ma tête, qui m'explique que tous ceux qui sont encore conscients doivent détruire les Lacrima. Les mages commencent à se chamailler à propos des batailles précédentes et le temps commence à manquer. Lucy décide de prendre la parole et leur supplie d'unir leurs forces.
Finalement, nous visons le ciel, déchaînons nos plus fortes attaques et finissons par détruire le Thunder Palace. Après que les Lacrima ont toutes étaient détruites nous sommes frappés en retour en raison du lien organique magique. Et c'est allongés et immobiles que nous nous demandons par télépathie si tout va bien. Étant épuisée, je m'endors espérant que Natsu et Gajeel réussiront à battre Luxus.
Le lendemain :
J'ai appris que Nastu et Gajeel ont réussi à vaincre Luxus mais que durant la bataille le maître a fait une crise cardiaque j'espère qu'il va bien. Je me dépêche d'aller à la guilde et quand j'arrive, Erza donne la bonne nouvelle du rétablissement de Makarov. Je vais voir comment va Gajeel et au moment où j'arrive vers lui il me prend dans ses bras.
❝━ Ça va ? Me demande-t-il.
━ C'est plutôt à moi de te le demander t'as pas l'air en forme. Dis-je en rigolant. En tout cas, je suis contente que tu aies réussi à vaincre Luxus.
━ J'ai quoi comme récompense ? Dit-il de façon enfantine.
━ Mhhm je ne sais pas... pourquoi pas.... Ça.❞
Je lui fis un rapide baiser sur les lèvres et partis en courant.
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Yooooo, I just wanna ask if I can get a Dan x Reader! But add some smut on the side 😎 (it can be any scenario lmao)
Here ya go, anon! I decided to try out a scenario involving quick sex.
I hope you don't mind that I decided to write a male reader, I haven't written that yet .3.
Genre: Smut
Rating: Explicit (MINORS DNI)
Content Warnings: Short but heavy kissing sequence, a bit of foreplay, semi-public sex, semi-clothed sex, quick sex
Words: 3k+
Time moves too slowly for you. Stiff, wooden chairs, you decide, aren’t good for you. To the point you’d rather sit on someone’s lap than feel your butt go numb. You shift around anxiously in your seat. It’s not that you have any physical or medical ailments. Frustration boils in your gut and impatience sways your mindset.
The meeting was supposed to have begun by now. It seems, though, that the other members are taking their sweet time to arrive.
Genuinely, you wish you aren’t here right now. You’d rather be back home with your partner and get up in whatever shenanigans he causes. Or just have some time to yourselves without interruption.
Your arms fold down on the table, you lean forward. The empty, dim lit room looms over you. A sense of isolation washes over you. Antique furniture sits all around you, their creeping silence deafens you. The longer you stare at them, the more you almost expect the furniture to spring to life just to take away the emptiness.
Your insides twist with the discomfort of longing. Your heart drums in your chest, and you feel goosebumps tingle on your skin. You press your legs together, and your skin continues to tingle with phantom touches that you are familiar with, yet it seems so far away.
A sharp inhale and a slow exhalation. You shiver with a much deeper sense of longing.
You rest your head on your arms, try to relax. Likewise, you close your eyes to stave off the crushing isolation. Focus on calming yourself on the inside. Another deep inhale.
The empty conference room’s bare, dull colours seem persistent on making sure you know you’re alone. The walls stand above you, it stretches up and up. The ceiling at one point seems far away, and you get dizzy looking at it. Then it suddenly appears closer, and you can’t help feel the nauseating claustrophobia it brings.
Without realizing it, you stand straight up, the chair clatters behind you. Your mind wanders far away, the thrum of your heart leads you to what you desire the most. Right into the arms of your partner, whose presence is as ominous as it is powerful.
Your skin tingles.
His name on the tip of your tongue. “Dan…”
You look right up ahead, your eyes glance around in suspicion. You’re almost certain you can feel the walls watching.
If no one’s coming, not even a single one of them…then you don’t need to be here. You’re just wasting your time.
A grin appears on your face, it tightly pulls your facial muscles with internal excitement. You scoot past the elongated table and make a brisk walk for the doors. There is a small skip in your step as you get closer.
Footsteps echo off, getting quieter and quieter. As though it affirms that you’re free to go. Hand around the brass knob, an antiquated squeak emits as you turn it.
You jolt in shock when a pair of arms wrap around your waist. A deep, low voice speaks in your ear.
“What’s my favourite human doing?”
Your heart races. You involuntarily shiver and exhale slowly.
Tentatively, you guide your hand behind you. It feels something of a curve and how it feels particularly muscular. The drum of your heart gradually thunders in anticipation. A warmth swells in your chest.
The name balances on your tongue, though you don’t say it because you already know who it is.
“What are you doing here?” You ask in exasperation.
There is a deep sigh of contention. The arms unwrap and pull away from you, allowing you to turn on the spot. You press yourself against the doors once you're face to face with him.
Muscular arms in a fold and a neutral expression on Dan’s face. You suck in your cheeks on the inside of your mouth. You honestly do consider yourself a lucky man to have someone like Dan, it’s not often a guy has a handsome ghost standing over him.
“Dan, how did you get in?” You ask again, with not as much exasperation.
“Isn’t it obvious? The door was open,” Dan says, he points past you.
Your mouth hangs open for a moment before you close it. A huff of amusement and resignation emits from your throat. You shake your head playfully.
A mischievous grin spread across Dan’s face. Dan leans in close to you, your faces only inches apart. There is a quiet thump as one of his hands presses against the door to hold it shut. Your body jitters and a tingle touches down your spine that causes you to arch your back a bit.
“What are you thinking about?” You ask quietly.
“You,” Dan responds.
His other hand comes up to your face and gently takes hold of it. Your lips twitch, but you don’t say anything, your focus fixates on the sudden surge of emotions bursting from your nerves. Your heart accelerates in return.
Two sturdy fingers strokes and caress your cheekbone and jawline. Dan watches with a certain kind of affection as your expression relaxes and close your eyes at the gentle touches.
Seeing your vulnerability has exhilaration course through Dan. Like fire in his ectoblood. He leans in closer and before either of you know it, your lips meet. It’s an intoxicating mix of passion and frustration.
“Mm…” you twist your body and warmth rushes up your face. You lean deeper into the kiss.
Dan breathes heavily, tasting every bit of you he can get. His ghost core picks up the pace, a surge of energy shoots through him. A lustful haze fills his mind, your soft and warm skin feels like an acid that slowly eats away at him.
How Dan wishes he could sweep you right off your feet and ravish you.
You pant softly and your body quivers. Adrenaline fills you with every kiss from Dan. It’s like a lightning rod that touches every part of you, your heart works harder and harder. The blood pounds in your ears and waves of heat wash over you.
You tense up. A hand slowly slides down between your legs, making you quiver violently. Your heart races and your mind is suddenly crystal clear.
“Dan,” you say softly between the kisses, “Dan, please, not here.”
The kiss breaks when Dan pulls away with a confused expression. He takes his hand away as well, fingers flexing.
“I thought you missed me?” He retorts with a smug smile.
“This isn’t the place,” you say a little snappily. “Let’s go-”
“Why not?” Dan stops you, his face softens a bit. “It’s just the two of us.”
Your cheeks burn with embarrassment at the thought.
“Someone could walk in on us!”
“Then it’ll be a quick one, alright?” Dan leans toward you again. Both of his hands are flat on the doors. “When we get home, I’ll ravish you all you like.”
While your mind protests against the notion, the overwhelming desire and emotion in your heart overrides the rationale. You steady your breathing. To be frank, Dan has been on your mind all day. Your heart thumps loudly, as though it agrees.
You look up at Dan and wrap your arms around his neck. “It’d better be quick.”
“If you grabbing my ass is anything to go by, I’d say you were waiting to fuck me.” Dan wraps one arm around you and pulls you close to his body.
You feel the stinging prick of his nails digging into you.
Your breath shudders, you lower one of your hands and place it on Dan’s chest. Elation churns inside you, a hot urging sensation floods every inch of your body.
“M-maybe…” You utter out, your eyes cast downward. A single finger traces the outline of the DP emblem. Dan’s tone chest rises up and down with your motions.
“Just focus on me, love,” Dan says in a low voice. “I’ll make you feel good in no time.”
Your hands reflexively tighten, and you press closer to Dan. His ghostly aura flares with emotion and his body radiates warmth which you bask in as much as possible. You push yourself against him some more.
You jump a little when you feel pressure on your groin. One glance down, a gentle squeeze from Dan forces a small gasp out of you. Your heart beats violently in your chest and your legs quiver.
Another, tighter squeeze.
Blood rushing through you brings forth yet another wave of warmth. Your face blazes with desire, and it works its way down. Your muscles twitch in anticipation, and you press your legs together shyly, a tight and warm sensation swells up.
“Mmm…” Dan hums softly. “Aren’t you excited.”
He loosens his grip and presses his palm against your groin. You tense and squirm around under his touch. Grinning, Dan slowly moves his hand up and down. Almost immediately, a lurch of pleasure from you greets him.
You press your back against Dan’s arm and the door, your body twists with the tingles of pleasure. Your limbs twitch as if a switch inside you turns on. A tight, warm, and straining sensation forms in your pants. You thrust your pelvis forward with shaky gasps.
Dan continues to rub you, relishing in the soft, moaning sounds you make. Every so often, Dan digs his fingers in deeper between your legs. He feels you gradually harden in stimulus, to a point there is a visible bulge.
Smiling slyly, Dan rubs faster. The fabric of his glove creates friction with the fabric of your pants.
You arch your body; a sweltering buzz numbs your lower body. You shove yourself into Dan’s hand, your knees buckle with an intense feeling that goes through them.
You cling onto his muscular body with the silent plea to keep going.
Dan’s hand rubs and presses harder and harder on your crotch. His fingers methodically stroke the curve of your member, oh so lovingly hitting all the right spots. Zaps of pleasure causes you to heave your body, you feel your throat is full of emotion and yet you can’t expel it all at once.
The tightness in your pants goes from a mild discomfort to your member wanting to escape the confines. The bulge is more visible than ever, hard and erect. Dan lets you go and presses his lower body against yours.
You whimper quietly and shiver. “P-please…hurry…”
“What was that? I can’t hear you.” Dan lightly teases.
He places his hands on your sides – you quiver in response – and slowly slides them down. They touch down the curves of your body, feeling you up through your clothes. Sharp nails lightly trail along, leaving a stinging, nerve busting sensation in their wake.
The hands stop at your pants. You shift around in uncertainty.
You become still as the tightness in your pants loosens, a blush makes its way across your face as your member twitches up. You feel the sharp nails trailing on your sensitive skin. Cool air hits you as the fabric falls down to your feet.
You shiver violently, one because of relief that your length is free, and throbs for the attention you desire so. The second is that you’re now half naked in front of Dan, in a semi-public space no less. Your body seems to go weak with ecstasy, your muscles rapidly clench and unclench, and you expel quick, shaky breaths.
You jerk back in surprise when Dan pushes his groin against your bare half. You can’t help shudder in delight with Dan’s bulge rubbing the underside of your shaft. All your ‘pressure’ points are tense and tingle intensely.
“Was there something you wanted to say?” Dan asks, his hand holds your chin and firmly tilts your head up.
He slowly presses himself harder against you, your blood pounds through your veins.
“…me,” you mumble out unintelligibly and shyly.
“I can’t hear you.” Dan leans in close to your ear.
“Fuck me.” You breathe out heavily, beads of sweat begin to form on your face. “Please…fuck me.”
A pair of strong hands grip your bare butt, squeezing it. You press your legs together in embarrassment.
“I’m so glad you asked,” Dan says with a wide, fanged grin.
He takes one hand to his belt and quickly undoes it, it falls away with a quiet click. There is a quiet grunt from Dan as he works to undo his pants. He unknowingly thrusts himself outwards, and you get a glimpse of a very visible bulge. You swallow thickly.
The gulp turns into a deep, biting inhale to hold back a small sound that attempts to escape your throat. Dan’s thick, throbbing member emerges from his pants. You stare silently as he stands up straight and looms over you. Dan has a lustful gaze in his deep red eyes as he looks over you.
“I hope you’re ready to take me in,” Dan says in a low, husky voice.
It reaches deep into your mind, your heart thumps loudly. You wordlessly nod as he picks you up.
Before you know it, the two of you are on one of the chairs around the table. Dan is on the chair itself while you settle on his lap. He has you turn around and face away from him, he nuzzles into the crook of your neck.
Dan immediately grabs your thighs in a firm grip, he positions his member directly under you so that it seems like you’re sitting on top of it. It rubs up with yours, your insides clench in delight at the contact.
Then you find yourself unable to move around. You feel a tug on your thighs, a glance down, and you squirm in embarrassment. Dan pulls your thighs wide apart so that you’re completely exposed.
You breathe heavily, your chest expands and deflates.
You freeze up as you feel Dan position himself under you, his member slowly slips in but stops just before your hole. The tip barely touches the tender flesh.
“Relax,” Dan says soothingly, enunciating with a deeper tone. “Ready?”
You breathe shakily and nod. A wave of emotions swirls up in you, from your gut all the way up to your throat.
You tense up, legs stiff and quivery as a thick and warm mass slides inside you. Then you jerk in response, discomfort lightly tingles through you.
Dan groans softly as he eases himself into you. Your warmth clenching around him becomes a point of fixation. He inhales deeply, the intoxicating taste of euphoria floods him. Every breath seems like Dan is slipping deeper and deeper into you, earnestly taking you all at once.
In and out.
Your nerves explode with sensations and emotions that you can’t describe. There is no way to do so, all you know is that they seep deep within you. Something that unlocks your innate wants and desires and makes your heart dance.
You lightly bounce up and down with every thrust, twisting your body to feel the thrusts hit home deeper and deeper. You fall back against Dan’s body, you heave a breath of euphoria. Your legs jitter uncontrollably and a rush of blood pounds your throat.
Dan pulls you closer and tightly to him, he lifts your legs up high and at an angle. You have little choice but to awkwardly dangle there, though you barely notice since a hot, lustful haze fills your head.
Jutting into your body, Dan feels you tense around him. He grits his teeth with a soft groan. Every little sound he makes seems to expand more and more energy. Shivers tease his muscles into clenching and twitching.
Thrusting faster and harder, the hot, tight sensation around him, and the sound of your whimpers dissolving into quiet cries of pleasure.
All of it feels so good. So right. A dizzying sensation hits the both of you.
Heat blazes on Dan’s face, he bares his fangs as he forcefully thrusts upwards. Lightning shoots through his body in a numbing buzz. Dan’s member throbs and twitches deep inside you.
You grunt at the sudden force of Dan’s thrusts, a fireball that explodes inside of you. You suck in your gut. You bite back a cry, it jolts you. An overwhelming sense of numb and heat washes over you.
You stiffen, pants huff out of you. You arch your body, quivering. One of your arms wraps over Dan’s arm to hang on to him for support. A wet warmth pools under you, you twist away from it, but it sticks to you.
Dan slows the thrusting, you hear him mumble something and then grunt a bit loudly.
A pleasurable sting explodes in your lower body.
Panting hotly, Dan shifts around and repositions himself on the spot. His length twitches and throbs to the point of discomfort. Dan groans and jerks forward to ease the feeling.
He twitches violently.
Warmth erupts inside you. You sit up straight with a loud moan as you feel a sticky liquid fill you up on the inside. You try to close your legs, Dan prevents you from doing so.
Dan grunts in relief. He focuses on the wetness dripping from him, leaking from you as you sit stiffly on top of him. Dan’s ghost core thuds and a tingle crawls up his spine. He leans forward, easing himself deeper into the sticky mess.
You sit there in silence; your brain numbs and your face flushes all over. A liquid warmth settles deep within you. You swallow thickly and deeply, your insides and muscles churn and twitch in zeal.
“That…” Dan starts out slowly to break the silence. “Could’ve been better.”
You barely turn to pin him with a look.
Before Dan can respond, a faint bang interrupts him. The two of you perk up, wondering what it could be. Voices are heard chattering away loudly, it carries imminent alert.
You squirm around in panic. “What if someone sees us!?”
“Let them come,” Dan states with a sly smile, the blush on his face didn’t exactly fade away.
You levy panicking looks between Dan and the doors that were sure to burst open any moment. You don’t like how calm he is.
Then, just as the double doors burst open, Dan grabs you closer. Even before the first footsteps into the conference room, the two of you vanish into thin air. As if you were never there at all.
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Dark Danny x Gn! Reader
Warnings: this is NOT a healthy relationship.
"Phantom" is a word that was almost considered taboo to even utter in fear that it would summon the very being every human has learnt to fear.
The entity who knows no empathy as he spreads his chaos and destruction, playing with every life along the way.
The only safe place was behind the shield. Most civillians were safe there and you were no exception. This doesn't mean of course the Phantom wouldn't test the shield time and time again fighting with Valerie and others who would defend it.
But this time Valerie was on the floor, knocked out cold, while The Phantom was looming over the other fighters. Suddenly you moved automatically to her aid. You don't know how to fight nor how the Hell did you ever think this was a good idea but you reached her and tried to drag her away towards the safety of the wall and that's when he noticed you in your struggle. He slowly made his way to you chuckling, a sound devoid of any happiness yet amusement.
"Need any help with that?" he pointed at the injured Valerie as if he was trying to help you move furniture.
"S-Stay away!" the weakness in your voice was evident and he laughed mockingly raising his hands in false defense.
"Oh no! Please have mercy on me!"
"Please! J-Just s-stay away!"
"Oh? First you threaten me and now you beg? And here I was just trying to help you with that... Soon to be dead weight."
At this you shielded Valerie while still trying to drag her away.
"Awwww~ Isn't friendship so great? ~~" But thankfully for you the cavalry arrived and while some fought the menace others helped you get Valerie to safety.
"Another time then?" he smiled at you as his attention was now on the new armed targets.
After all the wounded were safe, Valerie chewed your ear off about how dangerous and empty headed going out to get her was. She made it clear at least five times how horrible she would feel if something had happened to you at the hands of that monster.
Your cellphone buzzed with notifications but you only looked at it once Valerie had dismissed you. You looked at the device and noticed messages from an unknown number.
"Monster? Well that's a bit harsh don't you think?"
"What the - -" before you could finish the unknown sender kept going.
"I mean she could at least be thankful I let her live. And be thankful for you for saving her from being a stain on the pavement."
Your eyes went wide at this, it was HIM, you felt the urge to go to Valerie only for the phone to buzz again with a new message." Ah ah ah! I wouldn't do that if I were you~" and attached came a gif, a silly figure wagging their finger no." If someone were to know we are in contact... Well not only they would bitterly regret it but could you imagine if they think we are working together? "
Before you could protest that there's no proof of that, your phone began acting crazy and suddenly it was like a whole message history that never happened appeared on your screen.
" How about now? More believable? " your eyes scanned the made up messages in absolute horror about the implications.
"Oh and btw" he wrote "Do not 'ghost' me. I do not like to be ignored."
From that moment on you never knew peace.
From time to time he would message you. Some messages were innocent enough. Asking how you have been, what was your favorite color and so on and so forth.... Selfies of him flying over some actually beautiful scenery with cheesy lines such as "thinking of you!" or "isn't this masterpiece beautiful? I mean me not the landscape! 😉" You simply couldn't piece together if this was a mind game or if he was just that bored and wanted a friend.... A thought you quickly discarded when his messages were dangerous. Sometimes, not often, he would take a picture and make you decide the fate of whatever it was. He would also give you a time limit for your answer. Needless it is to say that if you'd dare ignore him he would destroy whatever the real content of those pictures were.
●Whenever he fights near the shield and you happen to be watching he puts on an extra flare to all his fighting moves showing himself off to you. He thrives on all of your attention. So much so that if he is close enough you can see him winking at you or blowing you a kiss. He also tries to coax you out of that silly shield, either by talking to you, luring you to him, or by hurting someone making you come out of hiding to be the wonderful little hero. Only to feel the subtle graze of his claws on your skin or hair making you run away faster back to safety.
●Some have noticed his attention on you. Enough that many cut all ties to you due to fear. Others consider using you as bait but thankfully Valerie is now overprotective of you and shuts those plans down.
●If someone were to hurt you... Even emotionally.... Oh boy...He will make them suffer. Do not misinterpret him however. It is not such a thing as good will on his behalf but rather his narcissistic nature to protect what he considers his. And he DOES consider you HIS. Whether as a pet or a toy it remains everyone's guess.
●Valerie however has strong theories as to why he is behaving like this so she absolutely FORBIDS you from trespassing the shield.
●Meantime he keeps trying to lure you out. His messages inviting you to come to him. He promised he wouldn't hurt you. He would take you to see all the places he'd take pictures of. Were you to accept his invites he would change his ways, he'd make far much less victims.
●He began to make little trades with you. A few minutes of your time with him out of the shield in exchange for his attacks to be softer or non-existent. At this type of stakes you felt like you had no choice but to sneak out of the safety of the shield to go to him. He would, of course help you out at sneaking around by messing with the security cameras. Now within his grasp he would usually fly with you away to some location or the other to talk privately. It is innocent enough and people get to be safe from him so win win.
●Each time he sneaks you back in, he gets more and more reluctant to let you go. He always gives you some poor excuse as to why he takes the longer flight there (like the wind being too strong), why he takes a lot of time before setting you down (you are just so warm just a few more minutes).
●He takes his possession of you increasingly serious. He knows one day he won't let you get back but, for you he is patient. He wants you to go to him. To beg him to take you away just as fervently as you beg him to spare something or someone.
●The day finally came. He had pinned Valerie to a wall by her neck and turned to you. All you could do was only beg for her fate. He then proposed a trade. Valerie's life in exchange for your undying loyalty to him. Despite Valerie's desperate pleas for you not to do that, while Dark Danny's fist was increasingly closing around her neck, you finally gave in. You looked into his eyes as you accepted his terms, your words between fear and tears sounding so sweet to his ears. His hand released Valerie's throat and he wrapped it around you pulling you close to him peppering kisses all over your face. "Good." he said as you finally let your stubborness crumble into the very ground you are leaving with him. Valerie stumbled coughing crying for him to give you back. His laughter a nightmarish sound to her as he flies away with you, his very own extention of himself.
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The Ultimate Love Story
A Danny Phantom and Bat fam fanfic
Masterlist
She was never a part of his plan-taking over the world, conquering the humans. Falling in love was never a part of it; he didn't even know he could fall in love with the little amount of humanity he had left. Although she was never a part of his scheme, he knows by god he's never been so happy that someone had come into his life before she.
She was his everything, but she was never supposed to be; she was a distraction. Everytime she fell asleep in his arms, he would look down at her, wondering if she was real or a figment of his own insanity. She was what kept him grasping onto his remaining humanity, even if it had been viciously ripped out of him, he felt that she was it-that she was that little spark of humanity, and he could not afford to let it go.
"Sky wake up."
She stirred slightly in his arms, drawing back her head, but resting it once again upon his chest.
His cold hand brushed her face, causing her to grimace in mild discomfort.
"Danny," she whined, her hand drawing up to reach his.
"Your hands are cold." He smiled, bringing her soft hand to his lips.
"I'm always cold babe," he chuckled.
"But you're colder than usual. Why did you wake me?" Her dark eyes stared up at him.
Her eyes sparkled a fabulous blue the blue that was now his favorite color.
"I just wanted to do this." He pushed his lips onto hers reciprocating it.
"I love you Danny but I need sleep I'm still human." She pouted.
"You might be human but I still do need sleep as well my love." He played with strands of her black hair.
"Ok Danny." She snuggled into him inhaling his sent. He wrapped his arms around her relaxing around her. Anytime he's with her he will always be at ease. The most ease he's felt since the incident.
*Flash back Danny pov*
With nowhere else to go so I went to Vlad I couldn't get over the pain of losing my family. All I wanted was to get rid of my human emotions I thought Vlad took all of them. After ripping my human side out of me it freed me to rip out Vlads ghost side our mixed and it overwhelmed me. I ended up killing my human half.
after calming down I met Skylar in the ghost zone when she was visiting Constantine. I went to him to get help controlling my new powers and channeling my anger. She was there and at first I was set on killing her just for being human then she brought my face into her hands. She wasn't scared of me. Constantine saw that I seemed to relax when she was around and channeling that we slowly fell in love. Later on Constantine and I had disagreements on how I would go on with life. I wanted to take over the world he said it wasn't possible I proved him wrong by taking over the Ghost world . yada yada. Skyler stuck by me through it all.
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❛ ━━･❪ masterlist ❫ ･━━ ❜
read on ao3
smutty fic directory (organized by topic)
⋆ contains nsfw
headcanons
━━ the abbey at night
━━ the first great ghoul smoke sesh of the year
━━ plushia is the abbey's resident baby gremlin
x reader
━━ “dance with me” - swiss x gn!reader
━━ a mean little game - dewdrop x gn!reader ⋆
━━ “will you stay with me ‘til then?” - rain x fem!reader ⋆
━━ "will you stay with me again?" - rain x fem!reader
━━ shower intruder - mountain x gn!reader
━━ golden hour - mountain x gn!reader ⋆
ghoul x ghoul
━━ the pleasure in deprivation - rain x swiss ⋆
━━ once twice melody - rain x dewdrop ⋆
━━ asphalt meadows - mountain x aether ⋆
━━ caligula - swiss x mountain ⋆
━━ la belle fleur sauvage - rain x cumulus
━━ love like ghosts - mountain x swiss ⋆
━━ line my eyes and call me pretty - dew x ghoulettes ⋆
━━ where is his head? - aether x rain ⋆
━━ can the lonely take the place of you? - dew x aether
━━ picture this - swiss x phantom & aurora ⋆
━━ ace up my sleeve - phantom x mountain ⋆
━━ the fiction of speed - mountain x aurora ⋆
━━ pleader - swiss x phantom ⋆
━━ voulez-vous - dew x rain ⋆
━━ cornflower blue - swiss x phantom ⋆
━━ fever - swiss x aurora ⋆
━━ the polaroid collection - swiss x everyone ⋆
━━ who let the dogs out - swiss x mountain ⋆
━━ mice on venus - rain x cirrus ⋆
━━ saut dans le vide, my lover - mountain x dewdrop ⋆
papas
━━ dreamy bruises - secondo x mountain ⋆
━━ the moon doesn't mind - phantom, copia x cumulus ⋆
━━ copia dreams of dewdrop ⋆
ficlets ⋆
drabbles and blurbs
spotify playlist of the songs that inspired each fic
read on wattpad
#masterlist#imagines#fanfic#the band ghost#the band ghost x reader#ghost band#ghost bc#nameless ghouls#dewdrop ghoul#rain ghoul#swiss ghoul#mountain ghoul#aether ghoul#cumulus ghoulette#cirrus ghoulette#sunshine ghoulette#copia#headcanon#ghost
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Served orders (Masterlist)
Here, we have our served orders! (Masterlist) feel free to take a look.
-Phantom Blood-
⚔️Jonathan Joestar⚔️
Jonathan turn into female for a day
Jonathan A,B,C,K (Fluff alphabet)
Jonathan with a S/O that has a confusing family tree
Jonathan with a vocaloid producer S/O
-Battle Tendency-
⚡️Joseph Joestar⚡️
Joseph turn into female for a day
Joseph reaction to a Simp
Joseph kissing his s/o HC’s
Joseph A,B,C,K (Fluff alphabet)
Joseph with a small and affectionate S/O
Joseph S/O had a nightmare and wants to sleep with him
Joseph with a S/O that has a confusing family tree
Joseph with a vocaloid producer S/O
Joseph with a reader that doesn’t care about his appearence
✨Caesar A. Zepelli✨
Caesar S/O had a nightmare and wantss to sleep with him
Caesar with a S/O that has a dificult past
Caesar A, B, C, D, E, G, I, K, L P (Fluff alphabet)
Caesar at S/O funeral (But they show up at their own funeral)
Caesar with a reader that blushes easily
-Stardust Crusaders-
👊Jotaro Kujo👊
Jotaro turn into female for a day
Jotaro kissing his s/o HC’s
Jotaro I, J, N (Fluff alphabet)
Jotaro A,B,C,K (Fluff alphabet)
Jotaro with a S/O that has a confusing family tree
Jotaro with a vocaloid producer S/O
Jotaro falling in love
🗡Jean P. Polnareff🗡
Polnareff with a S/O who loves cats
Polnareff with a reader that has a puppy love on him
Polnareff relationship headcanons
Polnareff with a S/O that has a dificult past
Polnareff with a reader that liked him since P3, and confess their feeling in P5
Polnareff with a S/O that can revive themself
🔥Muhammad Avdol🔥
Avdol K,R,T (Fluff alphabet)
Avdol with a chubby S/O that has bad moods
🍒Noriaki Kakyoin🍒
Kakyoin with a cosplayer S/O
Kakyoin S/O wanting to fight him
Kakyoin with a S/O that has a dificult past
Kakyoin with a reader that blushes easily
🌍DIO🌍
Dio with a servant that is being mistreated by Steely Dan
Dio with a S/O that failed on geting his clothes to him
Dio with a wounded S/O
-Diamond is Unbreakable-
💎Josuke Higashikata💎
Josuke turn into female for a day
Josuke kissing his s/o HC’s
Josuke I, J, N (Fluff alphabet)
Josuke A,B,C,K (Fluff alphabet)
Josuke hearing “Hey, I appreciate you for being my friend”
Josuke dancing with his S/O
Josuke F,X (Fluff alphabet)
Josuke S/O wanting to fight him
Josuke S/O calming him when someone insulted his hair
Josuke with a S/O that has a confusing family tree
Josuke with a vocaloid producer S/O
Josuke helping his S/O dye their hair
Josuke with a S/O that bakes things for him
✋Okuyasu Nijimura✋
Okuyasu I, J, N (Fluff alphabet)
Okuyasu with a S/O who loves cats
Okuyasu hearing “Hey, I appreciate you for being my friend”
Okuyasu dancing with his S/O
Okuyasu S/O wanting to fight him
S/o friends badmouthing Okuyasu
Okuyasu with a S/O that enjoys dancing
Being siblings with Okuyasu
🎵Koichi Hirose🎵
Koichi hearing “Hey, I appreciate you for being my friend”
Koichi dancing with his S/O
✒️Rohan Kishibe✒️
🌊Jotaro Kujo🌊
Jotaro S/O wanting to fight him
Duwang gang
Duwang gang sleeping with their crush/friend
Duwang gang with a musician reader
-Golden Wind-
🌺Giorno Giovanna🌺
Giorno turn into female for a day
Giorno A,B,C,K (Fluff alphabet)
Giorno with a S/O that has a confusing family tree
Giorno with a vocaloid producer S/O
Giorno with a S/O that it’s afraid of the dark
Giorno with a wounded S/O
Giorno trying bubble ta for the first time
🍷Leone Abbacchio🍷
Abbacchio fluff alphabet
Abbacchio with a chubby S/O that has bad moods
Abbacchio falling in love headcanons
Abbacchio with a S/O that can revive themself
Abbacchio with a reader that blushes easily
Abbacchio trying bubble tea for the first time
🤐Bruno Bucciarati🤐
Bruno with a S/O who loves cats
Bruno K,R,T (Fluff alphabet)
Bruno with a S/O that has a dificult past
Bruno with a S/O that can revive themself
Bruno with a reader that blushes easily
🗯Panacotta Fugo 🗯
Dates with Fugo at art galleries/museums
Fugo’s child with his personality
🛩Narancia Ghirga🛩
Narancia with a chubby S/O that had bad moods
Narancia trying bubble tea for the first time
🔫Guido Mista🔫
🇮🇹Bucci gang🇮🇹
Bucci gang with a member that makes everyone laugh
Bucci gang members at S/O funeral (But they show up at their own funeral)
Bucci gang with a member that is shy about their art
Bucci gang with a small but strong member
Bucci gang taste in food
Bucci gang stands doing something nice for their user (Except narancia)
🎭Vinegar Doppio🎭 (Exception)
Doppio confessing to his crush
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