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livelaughlovesubs · 9 months ago

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~ 08.10 - Fyodor ~

Dom!abilityUser!reader x sub!Fyodor - reader is gender neutral

Warning: wrong use of ability, aphrodisiac, handjob, teasing, marking, biting, little manhandling, mind break, sub space (?), cum eating, finger sucking, dacryphilia, use of pet names like baby - darling, kinda manipulation (on both sides), hints of hierophilia

~ Word count: 5k ~

Nini!rant: did I repeat myself a lot during this fic? I hope not…

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Your vision blurred. The smoke burned your eyes and lungs, and a rough and painful ache spread from your chest to your throat. It didn’t help that your consciousness was fading in and out, or that you felt like blanking out every time you closed your eyes. You coughed, repeatedly, enough for blood to drip down the corners of your lips. Its metallic taste was one of the very things still keeping you sane. Then you dropped to your knees, fingers clawing at the filthy floor, nails filled with dirt as everything around you got rendered to ashes.

The heat made you sweat, and even though you could feel a chilly sensation run down your spine, flickering lights and the crunch of wood burning filled your awareness. With the last bit of strength you had, you looked up, arms reaching out to your mentor. They were the one who raised you, and the one who were shrieking and burning on the ground.

“Ughh- guhh…!!” You tried to talk, to call out to them, yet your voice was hoarse. Only groans of pain alongside incoherent grumbles left your lips as a dark figure approached you. The person kneeled on one knee, using their hand to cover your dry eyes as they whispered, “This is the punishment for their crimes, their sins.” Before long, your vision turned black.

An infinite amount of time passed as you slumbered comfortably. It felt way more comforting than the harsh reality you've been exposed to. When you eventually woke up, you were still alive and breathing, there was also no pain anymore. The smoke subsided, the fire ceased and all the burning buildings disappeared, or were you simply somewhere else? How long has it been since you were knocked out? You sat up from where you were and tried to look around, that’s when you noticed the soft cushion beneath you. Someone brought you here, someone saved you-

“You are awake.” A pretty voice emerged from somewhere. You had a surprised expression on your face, though it almost immediately turned into an alert one the moment you saw whom the voice belonged to. “You- you are..! Urghh!” As soon as you raised your voice a little, you began coughing again, the pain also returned as if it was only playing a prank on you. “I’d advise you to not overuse your voice.” The male said, closing the distance between you two, and taking a seat opposite of you.

There was a large window behind him, where warm rays of sunlight gently illuminated the room. Some of the orange light shone upon his silky black hair, causing it to have a colorful glow. The sky was a mix of red and pink decorated with some elements of orange and yellow, all these shades faded and intertwined, creating a scenery worthy of the title 'perfect'. Based on that alone, it must be dawn right now. In your memory, it was in the middle of the night when that horrific accident happened. It means you’ve been knocked out for at least a day.

Now wasn’t the time to admire nature's beauty, you had more important things at hand, for example, the person in front of you. He has been reticent since he sat down, piercing through your skull with his violet eyes. It felt like he was trying to read your mind, this pressure was suffocating. “Fyodor Dostoyevsky.” You mumbled weakly, each word you uttered itched and hurt. This man was the one who burned your home, he’s the one who put your mentor to sleep. But why?

Many strong emotions filled you from the inside, about to make you explode. Though you couldn’t, now wasn’t the time. “Why… did you let me live?” You asked him, hoping to get to know what your value is in his eyes and the reason behind his actions. Was he planning on using you as a war trophy? “What did master do to you?!” Due to your lack of voice, you were whispering, yet the way you stressed your words showed your intentions, you were in despair, and pure confusion.

Instead of answering anything, he poured you and himself some tea, then gestured for you to drink. “It's a simple black tea with lemon and sugar, to soothe your throat," he explained as he reached for his cup, but you bested him to it. Out of concern and wariness, you took his cup instead of yours, not caring about politeness in the face of death. Fyodor didn't stop you, he pulled his hand back to let you have full access to his cup, then grabbed yours and took a sip.

Despite the absurdity of the situation, you were thankful for the beverage, its effects showed in less than a minute. Afterward, he got up to go over to you, he leaned forward to cup your cheeks, and his gesture was painfully gentle. It tugged at your heart, it stung and you felt tears prickling in the corners of your eyes, the loss of someone dear was still a fresh wound.

For some unknown reason, you couldn’t move, too overwhelmed to act, too speechless to push him away. The burning sensation returned, a small part of you wished you could go down with your instructor. “As for your question, it's because I only punish the sinners.” He showed you a look of pity, full of what seemed to be genuine empathy, brows furrowed as he cooed, “Your mentor, he… he has been torturing the innocent souls of this world, there was no other way.” The way he talked was peculiar, strangely foreign yet elegant.

When the news of your teacher being a cold-hearted murderer echoed through your mind, you felt your world crumbling for a moment. They would never do that- right? After all, if they were that ruthless, they wouldn’t have taken you in. You didn’t know where to look at. What if he was lying? Was your faith in your guardian so poorly that you’d believe false information this quickly? Yet you weren’t able to shake off that ominous feeling, that familiar sense of betrayal and doubt.

"I'm sure it came across as quite the shock, but I ask you to believe me." The male said, pulling out a stack of paper from under the desk, and slamming it onto the tea table. "Feel free to look through it, take as much time as you need. And, my condolences." A hint of bitterness laced his tone. Your heart was wavering now, torn between whether or not you should believe him. The way he acted seemed to be real, though it could also be that he was a fantastic actor. In the end, you decided to reach out to the proof he provided you, holding one of the papers as you scanned over it.

It was a detailed report doting down the various crimes your mentor apparently committed, you even realized some of the events, but in a different setting. "Is... is this for real..? Haha- I can't believe it, and, if that's so, I didn't find out all this time?" Your thoughts hung from your lips and showed on your expression, a part of your world was crumbling down on you.

A sense of guilt and dizzy disgust engulfed you, shaking you from the core, and making you question all the memories made with him and your very existence. Could you still call yourself innocent after aiding such a horrible person with such a nativity? Even though you were still lost in your own little space, he raised your chin up, to stare down at you. Your noses were almost touching with how close he was. And with how the light drew across his features, paired with the romantic nature of the atmosphere, you couldn’t stop an impulsive thought from occurring.

The short-lived idea of him being a saint, a divine sent to expose the truth and bring salvation— he has saved you, twice now. You blinked a few times, wondering how you could think of something like that, it was crazy. Your brain must be struggling to process all this information, which led to you having some insane ideas, that must be the case, surely.

The closeness was making you feel dizzy again, eyes staring right into his dark pupils. He was smiling at you, kindly so, though his eyes had nothing but emptiness behind them. Even someone great like him isn't perfect in the art of acting, the eyes are said to be windows to the soul after all. “Y/n.” Fyodor mumbled his voice tender as it wrapped around your heart like a seductive spell, making you feel grossed out by your body's perception of him.

“Focus on me.” The male reminded you, the corners of his lips going up a little. You resumed staring at him, feeling the mood change involuntarily. It’d be a lie to say he wasn’t pretty, and he appeared even more beautiful when he calmly suggested, “Y/n, why don’t you join the decay of angels. By doing so, you can pay for the sins of the deceased, and he'll eventually be able to rest in peace.” He wasn’t asking you, he was making a deal.

You didn't know why but something about him made you feel drawn to him, it made you want to peruse him. Whatever it was that caused you to feel this way, you didn’t want it, it was annoying how it kept clouding your judgment. The thought of joining the enemy group so soon without mourning for the departed didn’t seem correct.

But you couldn’t decline either.

All you could do was stay in your seat, a drop of sweat dripping down the sides of your face as you subconsciously admired him. This bubbling sensation spread to every fever of your being, and in the end, you nodded meekly. The smile on his face widened, and then he asked you, “Y/n, please tell me how your ability works.” Once again, he didn’t seek your opinion, only stating what you had to do. But he was also aware you were an ability user, which might tied into the reasons why he saved you.

With a little hesitation, you reached your hand out to stroke his hair, his didn’t pull back or flinch, as if he was used to it, and nudged into your warm palm. Without missing a beat, you whispered in the still rough voice, “It’s poisonous gas.” As soon as he heard that, he noticed a sweet smell coming from the direction of your hand and he shuddered. Eyes widened while the sickening grin didn’t leave his face, as if he was proud of your small victory against him.

Before he could open his mouth, you added, “It’s not a life-threatening one, don’t worry.” He didn’t look angry, only amused as he let go of you, lingering for a moment longer than necessary before pulling back, sneering almost confidently, “A sly one, aren’t you?” You gave him a bright smile in return, "and you're confident much."

After his touch departed from you, he could feel his body heating up, a strange rush of need engulfing him, eating away at him from the inside. He blamed it on the poison, and he wasn’t wrong. His mind searched for the kind of poison this might be, trying to match the symptoms before he got interrupted by you, or more specifically your hand which had been placed on his head, without him noticing, he must have been careless. You scratched his scalp as gently as he has been treating you. It didn’t look like you were caressing a person but rather a cat, crawling at his skin.

For some reason, his heartbeat went higher and his blood rushed to his head, a meek whine slipping past his rosy lips, “Hmm...” He was in disbelief at his own voice, baffled by how foreign it was. Hell, he didn't recognize himself, this was like a completely different person. “What did you do-” Fyodor's gaze shot up to you, he sensed something ominous.

Consequentially the hand on his head moved down and clasped over his mouth while your other one wrapped around his waist. Then you pulled him closer, getting up in the process and pressing him into the soft cushions. The warmth of your body heat still lingered on his skin, it felt strangely comforting. A heavy blush crept onto his features as he furrowed his brows, both of his hands now crawling at your wrist, trying to peel you off him.

Though he didn’t need to do that, since you were willing to let go by yourself. Alternatively, you were holding his slim waist with both hands now, fingers sinking into his flesh loving yet roughly. “Uh-hmm..!” This time, he placed his hands over yours, trying to signal you to stop. Whenever you pressed down on his hips, a tingly feeling would course through him and he’d shudder helplessly. Poor boy didn’t take it that well, head hanging forward while he gritted his teeth. His pitch-black hair framed his face, sliding past his shoulders and tickling you by brushing over your skin.

“Let go, y/n..” he voiced out those shaky words, letting his facade crumble. You got even closer, nose now in the crook of his neck as you took a deep breath. Then you whispered into his ears, “Thank you for saving me and telling me the— truth…” The last word became so quiet he was barely able to register it. After that, you stuck the tip of your tongue out to lick his earlobe, at the same time you drew circles on his hips with your thumbs.

“Hnngh.. w-what are you..?!” Fyodor winced again. Because you were basically pressing your upper body against his, he couldn’t help but lock his hands around your neck, holding onto you tightly as he pressed his chin against your shoulder. His eyes were half-lidded as more lewd sounds escaped him. At the same time, this weird emotion coursing through him kept making him feel all buzzy inside. Confusion was a word much too vague to explain the state he was in.

On the other hand, you thought the way he held onto you was cute, it was like a little kitten that didn’t want you to leave. “...So please let me repay you.” You uttered, finishing your sentence from before after a long break, then answered his questions, “You are currently under the effects of an aphrodisiac, I thought it might help me service you better.” That’s why he’s feeling this way, so hot and bothered. It was because of your ability.

“M-make it go away then…!” He groaned, glaring at you. You weren’t expecting him to engage in such unsightly acts now, were you? “I am doing that right now. Don’t worry, you’ll feel so good.” A somewhat sinister smile spread on your lips, and then you bit his ear. “UhmM..! No- what?" Fyodor shuddered, head spinning a little from all these foreign sensations. "Are there other ways?” This is bad, it was so pleasurable that it was maddening. His body has become so sensitive all due to the poison, that he was reacting to your every touch, every light brush of your skin against his.

“Begrudgingly, no. Since there’s no other way, try to enjoy it.” You explained, one hand moving to his collar and unbuttoning his shirt while your eager tongue trailed down from his ear to his neck, leaving behind a wet path. “Haaah… you- ughh!” He eventually gave in, squeezing his eyes shut as his body quivered. Now both hands were working on his clothes, but you did it slowly, teasingly slow. At the same time, you licked over his skin, occasionally sucking on a specific area. It didn’t take long until you found a spot he especially liked.

You knew by how he squirmed around, arms losing strength as they limped and fell back next to his body, a dark reddened spot forming where your lips last touched him. It was too much, this drug was making him go insane, he couldn’t think of anything but giving himself to you. “Please..” he begged unbeknownst to himself, feeling you prying his shirt open. Then your knee pressed against his tightly shut legs, trying to separate them and force your way between.

After you did, you grabbed his waist and adjusted his position a little. He didn’t show any resistance, only whimpering in silence as he let you manhandle him. Tears prickled in the corners of his eyes from raw lust, the need for your touch made him so frustrated that he became impatient. “Hurry up.. take responsibility for the mess you made,” Fyodor demanded while wearing a needy expression, you didn't know he was such a touch-starved man. “If that’s what you want.” You smirked devilishly as you took a bite out of him, or rather, you left your teeth marks on his pale skin.

The marks were deep, sinking down on him, like a form of testimony for this shared intimacy. Many hickeys were placed around the bite marks, decorating his sickly-looking body with colors. “Cute,” you commented on his appearance, then moved your lips past his chest down to his belly button. Fyodor didn’t react to that silly compliment, thinking it must have been a slip of the tongue. He let out a shaky breath when he felt you rubbing your cheek against his smooth and soft skin. That single gasp soon turned into a series of huffed moans due to you teasing his nipples.

You used both hands to skilfully circle around the nuds, sometimes flicking them with the tip of your fingers, or nudging them lovingly. Small gestures like this were enough to make him turn his head to the side, cursing out this annoying poison. The more you played with him, the stronger his reactions became. When you got to rubbing his cute and hardened nipples, his thighs squeezed around your waist, subconsciously trying to hide something very inappropriate. But you noticed anyway. He got hard by having his chest played with, enough for him to leak through his pants.

“Fyodor, I didn’t know your nipples were this sensitive.” You gasped excitedly, acting more dramatic than needed. A small yet noticeable wet patch was on his pants, the sticky fluid seeping through the fabric. “It’s because, hah.. of the aphrodisiac.” The male argued, gazing up at you all hostile. “Mhm, sure sure.” Instead of letting it get to you, you continued what you were doing. Humming to yourself before questioning him, “Well, do you want me to touch you?” His eyes basically lit up at that question, drool on the verge of dripping down the corners of his mouth.

“Mhm…” his tone was meek as if he was deliberately hiding his excitement. Putting his pride aside for now, he nodded almost too eager for his liking, and proceeded to avoid your gaze again. Since you got his approval, you decided to take it a step slower, leaning back to take your time to admire him. To worship him. That’s when you noticed how slim he was. Maybe it was due to his hands that were buried in his sleeves, or his shirt that was slipping down his arms, no matter the reason, he looked so petite right now. He was not intimidating or scary at all, not like the demon he was rumored to be.

You’ve already noticed his rather weakly looking physique, but to think it was this apparent. He didn’t really have any toned muscles, nor did he have any colors on his face. To be honest he seemed fragile, like a porcelain doll. When you put your hands on his hips again, gently holding him up and making him arch his back, the only thought running through your head was how easily you could snap him in two, causing you to be even more gentle with him, way more than before. All to take care of this man who was like a saint sent from above.

“D-don’t tease.” Fyodor groaned, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. His arms were still holding your back, clinging to you. Seeing him so needy and defiled made you impatient as well, and you rubbed his bulge through his clothes. The dark patch grew in size, and some of the liquid stuck to your hand. “I-I said don’t tease.” He repeated his words, this time putting more emphasis on his tone, toes curling while he tried to close his legs, of course to no avail. “I doubt this is only the work of the aphrodisiac.” You commented, then pulled his pants down alongside his underwear, revealing his throbbing cock.

It was twitching around in an angry shade of red, leaking pre with no end in sight. “You look like you enjoy it so much, it's so lewd.” You commented, smiling satisfied. The boy glared at you, he didn’t seem to appreciate your commentary, sneering, "Don't let that imagination of yours run wild. It's all the work of your ability." Then he locked his legs around your waist before scoffing, “Just get on with it.” He held you close to him, so close you could hear his weak but fast heartbeats. It had a weird sense of calmness to it.

Ignoring the fact his voice trembled with every word, he was simply too adorable to take him seriously. “Of course, if you allow me the honor of corrupting you?” You asked sarcastically, and your snarky question was met with a fierce glare from him. “I’m not getting corrupted, I’m thriving out the pest inside my body. And may I remind you just whose fault it is?”

Following closely were the muffled laughs from you, hoping to not embarrass him. “Yes yes~ it’s all my fault, so I’m taking responsibility.” Then you wrapped your hand around his shaft, pumping his dick up and down. “HnggGhh! Ah- ahh.. wait, that’s so s-sudden..?!” He moaned loudly, unable to restrain his voice. Your other hand caressed his body, still placed on his waist and holding him up.

“Was I wrong when I speculated you wanted this to be over quickly?” You pressed your forehead against him, slowing down to rub his sensitive gland. More and more precum collected at the tip, dripping down his member, making lewd squelch sounds whenever you moved your fingers. “Haaah…” he squeezed his eyes shut, clawing at your back to balance out the growingly overwhelming sensations. Moaning into your ear, encouraging you with the sweetest melody known to mankind. “Huh? Yes.. you, you weren’t wrong. So hurry… please.”

Right now, you must be grinning so stupidly, totally captivated by him. You quickened your pace, hands gliding across his skin. It was very easy since he had been dripping so much, and you couldn’t stop yourself from making a comment about it, “You are so wet down there, Fyodor. Are you that excited?” He pinched your back, embarrassed by your words, “Don’t- nggGhh… make my body sound so perverted ♡.” Afterward, he continued to try and bite back his moans, but he failed miserably.

“Ah- hmmm..!! It’s too intense, y/n.” Pretty tears rolled down his cheeks as he mumbled as quietly as possible, his voice all breathy and broken. When you noticed these fresh tears climbing down his face, you leaned close to him and licked them away. His tears were salty, like any other human, and they were still warm when they reached your tongue. He sobbed meekly in response to your questionable course of action, his cries stiffening a little.

Why was he crying? Was it due to the embarrassment he felt, or the troubling feelings bubbling inside him? Or because he was too overwhelmed by his own emotions, by this growing heat that was on the verge of exploding? Nonetheless, he blamed it on the aphrodisiac, to shelter himself from the truth, to deny reality once more.

“It’s alright, it’s normal to feel this way.” You whispered against his smooth skin, only moving your lips minimally. With the hand that used to be on his waist, you wiped the tears from the other cheek, watching the water dry after a while, commenting with an adoring voice, “So beautiful.” He was stunned by how tender you were with him, it made his skin crawl and his heart tighten. It was noticeable by the way his blush seemed to intensify. His dick twitched against your hand, uncontrollably so, desperate for more friction and attention. “A-a bit more— I, hic, a little bit…” Fyodor said, unsure what he meant with little, but he knew he was close.

Your hand was all slippery with his juices, and you made sure that he knew every single detail. “Look at that, my hand’s all sticky and dirty now, thanks to you.” To demonstrate what you meant, you raised your hand and held it in front of him, waiting until he opened his eyes to have a look. “Ah..” he winced a little at the loss of pleasure, then buried himself into the nook of your neck, choking out a muffled sentence, “I-I don’t want to see that.. just- make this heat stop… it h-hurts ♡.”

When he did that, you felt your own heart skip a beat, and you cooed at him, “Aah.. right, yes, my bad. You are just too cute.” He held his breath, and only exhaled when he felt your finger wrap around his weeping cock. You kissed his hair, wrapping one arm around his head and playing with the hair on the other side, stroking and caressing it. “So very cute.”

Fyodor seemed to have a rather hard time registering the fact these compliments were meant for him, and not just for the heat of the moment. He stayed quiet, except for the occasional whine that’d escape him when you drag your hand up and down his twitching dick. Then you raised the speed of your hands again, now trying to bring him over the edge. His nails dug into your flesh when he noticed a knot forming in his stomach, toes curling while he gritted his teeth. Your touch was simply heavenly, there was no better way for him to describe it.

"Arghh, y/n..? D-don't stop, don't you dare- i- nghh!!" The male threatened though he wasn't able to finish his sentence without his moans interrupting him. "Hmm~? Why can't I stop?" You teased him, despite knowing the reason very well. Your hand pumped him fast and steadily, slowly down only to take extra care of his tip. He inhaled sharply, opening his mouth to speak but ending up biting your shoulder with a messy expression. "Mfmmhh..! HnnGh~"

A shiver ran down your spine, you could barely stop yourself from grinning as you asked again, "Is something the matter, Fyodor?" If only he wasn't so messed up right now, he'd be seething with anger. Because right now, no matter what expression he pulled, he looked like a ravished and whithering animal. Wet and dried tears continued spilling from his swollen eyes, his entire upper body was covered in marks like a cherry blossom, and his skin glistened with sweat and a heavy blush.

Now moving down to his lower body, which looked like something straight out of a sinful magazine, he was so wet and sticky that he felt ashamed. To be this aroused from nothing but a simple handjob as well, it was a huge hit to his ego. Fyodor took a few moments to collect himself, and once he did, he mumbled almost inaudibly, "It feels too good.. m' gonna cum.." That was the moment you absolutely lost it, you were so infatuated with him it was worse than hypnotise.

Quickening your pace once more, you chuckled happily, "It's alright baby, cum for me, spurt it alll over my hand ♡♥︎" the sudden rise in intensity and pleasure caught him off guard, so badly that he scratched your back, screaming in ecstasy, "aaHhHGgg! W-wait, s-stop~!! It's- it's too muucHhhh! ♡♡ cumming, cumiiinnnng, pull away, it's dirty~ ♥︎♡" The boy looked like he was going crazy from all this bliss, head thrown back while his pupils turned heart-shaped.

He was mewling, drooling, and shaking from his core, brain way too mushy to think, to see if what he was babbling even made sense. Never would you have thought you could turn such a composed and fine man into this dumb little thing, addicted to the sin of the flesh. You kept moving your hand to help him come down from his high, lips pressed against the shell of his ear, "Shhh, it's alright darling, it's okay. It doesn't hurt, right? So it's okay, defile my hand like how I defiled you."

A few minutes passed in silence. You gave him enough time to get used to the feeling and cope with the reality. In the meantime, your hand departed from him, your fingers were all slick with his body fluid, and a pool of thick semen collected on your palm. While you were wondering what to do with it, his breathing was ragged and heavy, looks like he was still not used to all of this. You reached for some tissues from the table, wanting to clear up this mess if not for him to suddenly grab your wrist, bringing your finger to his lips and sucking on them feverishly.

He lapped up all the fluids clinging to you, all while gazing at you with the same eyes as before. Heart-shaped and pleasure-ridden, addicted, and out of his mind. Despite him still having your fingers in his mouth, he cried out, "he heet if stell here, i-if dihmmd woo.." (the heat is still there, it didn't work) before taking your fingers out, gulping down the fluids, and pleading sweetly, "p-please purge me more...♡♥︎♡" This was unexpected, you didn't expect him to react in this way. But you weren't going to complain, you didn't mind taking it a step further. Just...

How were you going to explain that you never used your ability on him?

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Nini!rant 2.0:

An aphrodisiac sounds like something really fun, right? Though sadly there is no such thing in real life. According to science, all these foods and pills that claim to raise sexual desire and lust have no real correlation with boosting arousal. Because after all, sexual desire is created due to a series of brain chemistry and sometimes hormones. And that is something so complex it can’t be mimicked with chemicals or food.

Chocolate? The sugar raises euphoria and others, but not lust. Oysters? Apparently it raises testosterone levels, though that’s not arousal neither. Cinnamon and exotic spices? Now that’s a stretch. Sometimes the things suggested by people aren’t even healthy to consume! Like the Spanish fly, which helps with getting an erection. But that’s actually just blisters in the urethra, the tube in the penis…. Cuz the fly comes from blister beetles… yea

Though I’m not saying it can’t work, because sexual desire is created by the brain, right? So if you believe eating a banana helps then you can trick your brain, and it ends up actually helping. Or the rumour with the spices, most of the time it’s about the smell, and if you smell something nice that you like, that calms you, you’re more likely to become turned on then agitated or sad.

I wish aphrodisiacs were real though 😔

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thetxtdevil · 11 months ago

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ok this might be a dumb request but ughh please bear with me bc I had this dream of it and oof it was hot ✨️😂 ok so yeonjun being lucifer, the big devil man finds out he has a soul mate, who is yn, and he like commands her to give him all of her and live with him in the underworld and during their sexy time she said yes 😅 it was spicy! But yeah I'd appreciate it in your writing style lol

This gives me Hades and Persephone vibes, love this idea.

also this has some religious themes so be aware!

--nsfw--

Yeonjun is a king, an evil barbarian that rules the hells, feeds off people’s fears of one day ending up in his kingdom being his faithful servant. Standing on a porch of his crumbling castle, he looks over the fiery fields finding the screams... boring. Yeonjun needed something, was it blood? revenge? no, it was sex! His blood curdles more than usual thinking about taking time for the devil himself. He had all the supplies and people to please him but he wanted something more.

Thats when he decides to travel up to the mortal world. Amongst the transportation, dark hues of red changes to earthy browns then Yeonjun is hit with the aching brightness of God's creation, the sun. Yeonjun's burgundy skin turns tan, his crisp hair into raven black silk, black eyes turn into softer brown ones, and his usual exposed body was covered by a black suit. It was time, time to find his soulmate.

Walking around the town he was transported to he finds humans entertaining, and weirdly crime increases since he's been there. Yeonjun laughs at the innocent people being controlled by evil something they're not used to so they end up doing a poor job of stealing a car, throwing rocks that miss, being caught in their lies. Yeonjun's attention from the dreadful sight was caught when he sees you. You were dressed in all black just like him standing in front of a church. He watches closely to your expression, it was full of disgust. Yeonjun was surprised, a beautiful angelic women like you in distaste looking at such a holy thing.

Yeonjun glides closer to you, "Disliking the view?" you chuckle at the man's question.

"Uhh yeah, is it that obvious?" you stop to look at the man and fall embarrassed, he was devilishly handsome.

"I was never one for God's good deeds and begging for them." You quirk an eyebrow at the man's comment. "I'm Yeonjun, what brings you to this sickening church?" he asks but already knows why when you shake his hand, he saw your uncle arrive in hell not too long ago.

"My family member died and well, I don't have a good background in the church"

"That makes two of us" Yeonjun's smiles warms your heart, slight flutter fills your stomach when you see a hint of his fangs from the toothy grin.

This is the girl, this is his soulmate, now how to make her to go to hell with Yeonjun, he's going to have to figure that one out in his own terms.

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The cold air envelopes the town as the sun fades away and the night is in full bloom. After the funeral, you spent the rest of the day doing errands but sulking about not asking out the beautiful man.

You twist and turn in your bed not being able to sleep, but you must have drifted off when you lift your head to see a shadowy figure. The moon's rays in your room usually shine cool blues but right now the room was illuminating red. The color takes over your vision in a haze suddenly feeling hot. Paying no mind at the sleep paralysis demon you start to take off your clothes stopping yourself from getting overheated.

You look over at the shadow once more too comfortable with its presence, "What, are you an incubus or something?"

A dark chuckle escapes the shadow making you shiver, "Oh y/n you know exactly what to say."

Yeonjun gets closer to your area of vision, crawling on the bed to hover over you. You lost all common sense, you felt no reason to ask how he got in your house, you didn't stop his hand from caressing your naked skin, you even failed to care that he was undressed this whole time. His feature were so close to yours, admiring his seductive eyes, the curve of his cheeks, his plump lips that were so close to yours. You try to lean in for a kiss but he backs away.

"Before you can have me, you have to give me all of you and live with me in the underworld for eternity."

Conflicted, you stop for a moment, giving up your whole life for a man you just met? You weighed the pros and cons but the longer you let the devil wait the more you mind begins to fog. His hands explored your body, lightly pinching your nipples, digging into the plush flesh of your thighs, lips turning into bites against your neck. You have forgotten your place on earth, Yeonjun wasn't heaven he was lustful hell that you fully have given into.

Yeonjun relaxes your body down into your sheets kissing you passionately. You open your eyes to look at him again only to find that your weren't in your room anymore, you were in hell. Blackened cobblestone walls surround you, with arched windows that look down to a world like looked like you were inside lava.

Looking back at Yeonjun his tan skin was now red, cheek bones heightened, forehead adorned with long sharp horns. You accepted you fate with your soulmate as you wrap your hand around his big cock lining it along your wet aching hole. "For eternity." The devil smiles pushing into you, deliciously stretching you while biting deep into your collarbone as a sign of claim.

A nuisance,

TxT's Devil

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anonymouscheeses · 1 year ago

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Vaggie(Valerie) redesign with color yipee!!

I leaned her skin color to a more pink color(which i do for almost all my hazbin redesigns) because grey is NOT it girly imo... She has scars because of course she would! She doesn't mind showing some of them, but shes still a bit insecure. She'd always pick fights because well... Charlie doesn't exactly show off her royalty(which is on purpose here, she doesnt like being a royal and disguises herself as a sinner!) She has a fake eye on her hair to copy moths pattern on their wings. And uhh bow looks like moth antennae ofc. OH! She's wearing boots so it looks like she has fluffy boots when it's just her natural fluff!

*sh mentioned in parenthesis, below cut + alt and expression sheet vvv *

*(the scar under her sitch, plus the ones on her legs are by her spear. She's not insecure about the scars others made but she's embarrassed by the ones she msde herself so she hides them under clothing. She's suicidal... the literal only reason she is still alive is because of Charlie.)*

Nightgown design! I actually genuinely like her nightgown in the show, it does look a bit goofy tho. Not that it doesn't on my vaggie but.... she wants to look pretty while being muscular stawwpp ehttt 😭 I love when muscular women dress feminine cuz they r so freaking pretty ughh riididieiwow (Charlie is lucky) also she's wearing socks I don't want to even look at whatever tf she's wearing in the image 😨

I love her so much it's not even funny.

Expression sheet 😎

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mrshesh · 2 years ago

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Okay, I've just watched King the land, and I saw this scene

Can you write a scenario (idk exactly what you write, feel free for this :D) where 141 boys+alejandro are talking with their partner while they're in the edge of a pool, and the boy enter it and take their partner in by the waist, ik kissing and cute stuff. I CAN'T TAKE THIS SCENE FROM MY MIND HELP ME PLEASE IT WAS TOO CUTE FOR ME UGHH

also, have a nice day and drink water, sorry for my poor english, I'm brazilian ♡♡

"you coming in?" - modern warfare 2 x reader

overview: the 141 + alejandro being affectionate with their s/o at the pool

pairing: the 141 + alejandro x gender neutral reader, romantic

genre: fluff

a/n: hi anon! this scenario is the cutest - thanks for requesting it! i just had to see the scene for myself, and i know exactly why you can't stop thinking about it - it was adorable! i did make a little twist, i hope you don't mind - it's basically a bit more detailed and deep than just the pool scene, but the scene in itself is a big part of these headcanons! and your english is perfect babes, don't worry! i hope you love it.

It feels blue, serene, and calm - yet cold and lonely. The sapphire-colored water is hitting your shins continuously, yet it’s not aggressive or scary. It’s welcoming, ataractic, even. You sit unaccompanied on the pool’s edge, kicking your feet through the deep Adam’s ale. You sigh as you think of what would complete the calm inside you - him. You have no clue that he, however, is…

x simon "ghost" riley

You have no clue that he, however, is staring at you as he rests his shoulder against the doorframe of your back door.

You have been out there all alone for God knows how long, and he’s only seeing you now that he is home from work. He can feel his heart throb upon seeing you. Why are you out here all by yourself?

He doesn’t break his silence. Instead, he simply walks up to you and sits beside you, dangling his feet in the blue water, matching you. Although he’s wearing jeans and a hoodie, he’s still accompanying your feet underwater with his own - always being his actions that speak out to you, are the loudest, and make your heart flutter the most.

Your eyes meet his almost immediately, your lips curling into a small smile as he removes his mask.

“I’ve missed you, Simon.” You grin, feeling his hand hesitantly brush against yours. His scarred face is tranquil, telling you he’s completely comfortable with you. It took time for you two to get to this point in your relationship - but you would do it again in a heartbeat if you had to.

With a tame smile, he lets his shaky hand rest on top of yours. “Why are you here all alone?” The concern in his voice is subtle, but you can smell it and touch it - you know he’s worried for you.

“I guess I just got bored. I missed you a lot, you know?” You shrug, nodding softly to signal to him that you’re all right. “You need to be careful. What if you get hurt?” “I think I know my way around our pool, Simon. I’ll be fine.” Your tone is playful, masking the gut-wrenching feeling you can never get used to. You sigh, knowing that his worry for you can easily turn to agitation.

Your gazes turn to the cold water both of your feet plopped into. The muteness between you two is comforting, but you can feel the tension in the air. You can’t help but worry for Simon. He’s a hard worker, a loving boyfriend, and a thoughtful soul, yet a broken one.

“Why do I feel like there’s something you aren’t telling me?” You break the silence, looking at Simon’s hand that sits cozily on top of yours. “Are you okay?” “I’m fine.” He quickly responds before he looks at you, his brown eyes softening immensely, sending chills down your spine. “I… I’ve just missed you.”

His words hit you like a truck. It’s hard for him to express his gratitude and love for you, having built up several thick walls of stoicism and numbness to avoid all loving interactions. But now that he’s with you - comfortable, adored, and safe, he can tell you anything on his mind, breaking down each of his walls one at a time.

“I’ve missed you, too.” You place a small peck on his cheek before your eyes dart to the water before you.

“I kinda want to get in.” You sigh, changing the subject. It’s hard for Simon to talk about his feelings, hell, it’s hard for him to talk about himself, and you respect that. You’ll do anything in your power for him to feel content.

“Why don’t you?” “I don’t know.” “What about if I get in with you?” Your head shoots in his direction with a wide grin, snickering as you scoot closer to him. “You’d do that for me?” “You’re actin’ like I’m not your boyfriend.” He rolls his eyes, making you chuckle even harder. “Well damn, sorry!” “Fuckin’ hell.” He takes a deep breath, sliding into the pool as you stare at him in shock. “So you were serious?” “Don’t be a pain in the ass and get in.” He shivers slightly at the feeling of the frigid water embracing his anatomy, wishing you’d come and hold him - you could make the Atlantic Ocean feel like a hot tub. “Can I prepare myself first?” You bite back your laugh, teasing him.

Simon shakes his head in annoyance, grabbing your waist firmly and lifting you into the pool as you protest, you both laughing till the warmth inside you radiates off you.

He holds you close, allowing you to wrap your legs and arms around him. Your forehead rests against his, noses and lips brushing past each other as your guys’ cheeks burn, almost stinging you.

When you finally lower your lips onto his, you can practically feel your worries melt away, dripping down your body and into the water surrounding you, touching you, yet not absorbing into your skin. You feel complete, and so does he.

Simon’s heart aches when the delicate skin of your lips touches, almost like you’re covering an open wound of his that has blood gushing out of it, keeping him alive and secure. He needs you so, so badly.

His wet hands travel up your back, gripping the soft skin of your shoulders to ensure you never let go.

You share soft, innocent kisses, yet they’re desperate and hot, showing how much you yearn for each other.

It’s nearly impossible to touch Simon's heart, to send shockwaves of heat and adoration through his body - yet you’ve managed to do exactly that, to the point where he finds himself kissing you while clothed in your shared pool.

x john "soap" mactavish

You have no clue that he, however, is running to you with a huge smile, immediately wrapping his arms around your shoulders as he sways you side to side eagerly.

“Hey, bonnie.” He whispers in your ear, kissing your cheek as you grip his arms, giggling excitedly at his impatience. “Hey. Is everything alright?” “Yeah, just happy to see ya.”

You motion for him to sit down. He happily complies, taking your hand into his and rubbing small circles with his thumb into the soft skin of your palm. “What’re you doing out here?” “Just thinking.” You kick your feet ever so slightly, holding eye contact with John.

“You seem tense.” He says, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, allowing you to rest your head on his chest. He knows you too well.

“I’ve just had a lot on my mind lately. But I’ll be okay. I promise.” You close your eyes, the soothing feeling of his body against yours washing all your worries away like a downpour. “You can talk to me, bonnie.” His tone is extremely matter-of-factly, almost uncharacteristically so, making your eyes open to glare at him, punching his pecks playfully as you snicker. “Of course, I know I can. I just prefer to dwell on my sadness sometimes. You know, typical angst.” “Dark.” “I know.”

“But remember, I’m here for you when you need me.” He caresses your arm as you rest against him once more. “I know. And I appreciate it.”

“I wanna swim.” You turn to the water, your hand reaching into it to let it glide between your fingers. It’s cold. “Let’s get in then, aye?” John hops into the pool, not bothering to change his everyday clothes, making your eyes widen. You try to get up when you realize what he’s doing, but you can’t. His strong grip on your waist is making it impossible. You’re both laughing like children, with you struggling against his grip and him carrying you into the water. “Ain’t this what you wanted, bonnie?” “Johnny!”

When you’re finally in the water, you hug him close to you, trying to generate heat between you. You press your cheek against his cheek, shivering while chuckling. Meanwhile, John’s having the time of his life. He’s laughing smugly, holding you up by the back of your thighs as he allows you to snuggle into him.

“I think I know how to warm you up.” “Well, how about you tell me then?” You jolt slightly at the chill running down your spine, hugging him even harder.

His hand reaches the back of your head, pressing your lips against his, making you yelp in surprise.

When your smiles connect, your teeth clank slightly, making you both snort before you continue sharing sloppy, clumsy kisses.

It’s almost as if the cold, wintry water instantly turns into a hot spring, all of your skin from the top of your head to the tip of your toes thawing up.

He breaks the kiss sooner than you both want, staring into your eyes as his hand slides down your back again. “I was right, wasn’t I?” “Just kiss me again.”

x kyle "gaz" garrick

You have no clue that he, however, is looking for you, walking around your shared home while calling out your name. Where even are you? He doesn’t think to check the backyard, the image of the patio and pool abandoning his mind.

When you hear your name coming from a familiar voice, you immediately look over your shoulder, trying to see if Kyle is at the door to your backyard. “I’m here!” You mindlessly say, not knowing what he wants just yet.

When he hears your faint voice in the distance, he speedwalks outside, sitting beside you unquestioningly and dangling his legs into the water. “What’s up?” You ask, grabbing his thigh playfully. “Tch.” He smirks, matching your energy. He returns the grab, running his hand up and down the fabric of your clothes on your leg. “I’ve been looking for you.” “I know. What’s up?” “I’ve just been missin’ you.” “I’ve missed you too, pretty boy.”

He kisses you softly, making his heart flutter, like he didn’t just run around looking for you. (Just picture him jogging around your house like: “Babe?” “Babe??” “Baby?” Ugh, the cutest ☹️)

When he pulls away, you two are giggling and looking at each other, still caressing one another with hearts for eyes. “You should’ve told me you’re out here.” He boops your nose, making you chuckle even more. “I just thought I’d come and sit here for a little. The water is weirdly relaxing.” “It’s cold.”

“We don’t nearly use this pool enough,” Kyle continues, his linen shorts not touching the water yet. It’s as if he’s eager to jump in and hesitant simultaneously. “Wanna get in?” You suggest, making his gaze turn to you once again. “Let’s not even change. Let’s just get in.” You smirk, making him giggle. “It’s cold as shit, babe.” “So?”

That one word makes him return the smirk - he could never say no to you.

He gets in the pool, only to turn around immediately, picking you up by your waist and lowering you into the frigid water. Your giggles are cut short by a shiver, hugging him close to you to feel less frostbitten. He chuckles, his hand coming up to the back of your head, holding you so you warm up. He hates seeing you uncomfortable, but your shuddering in his arms heats his heart. He wants to protect, love, and care for you - you’re so precious to him. “Told you.” “Shut up, Kyle.”

You wiggle in his grip, trying to create friction between you to stay heated. “I hate to admit it, but it is colder than I thought…” “I’m doing pretty okay, actually.” “Okay, no one asked.”

You laugh brightly, hugging each other as if your lives depend on it. Kyle looks you in your eyes, his gaze darting to your lips. “Can I kiss you?” He asks tamely, not wanting to overstep any boundaries of yours. He has made it into a habit to ask. “Yeah… of course, you can.”

With that, his lips are all over yours, kissing you sweetly as you shiver from the coldness of the Adam’s Ale. His touch is dove-like, as gentle as it can be, showing you how much he cares about you, despite his teasing. “Still cold?” “Just… be quiet.”

In truth, Kyle is colder than you are. His hands tremble from the chill of the water that hugs you both, but he pretends to be sweltering just so he can take care of you and your needs - your chilly body.

The worst part is that it’s working. You have no clue how utterly icy Kyle feels - but he doesn’t mind. As long as his remaining heat transports to your body, he’s content.

x john price

You have no clue that he, however, is already walking toward you, smoking his cigar as his heavy footsteps approach you.

He has been worried about you. John has noticed that you’ve been acting atypical lately. You’ve been quiet, distant, and on ice. He has no clue what could be bothering you so profoundly, and quite frankly, he’s frightened - worried for you.

“Been lookin’ for you.” You look up at him for a second when the soundwaves of his voice reach your ears, giving him a tiny grin. “Hi.” You simply say. He’s standing behind you, taking a drag of his cigar. “You’ve been off lately.” He confronts, not wasting a second to get to the bottom of your worries.

You look back at the pool, blinking. “Hey, talk to me.” He sits down next to you, dipping his feet into the water. “What’s wrong, doll?”

“Nothing’s wrong, John.” You look at the man next to you, the man you’ve oathed to never lie to, the man you love the most. There’s no convincing him that you’re okay - he knows you inside and out. “Is there a reason you’re lying to me?” He quickly calls you out, erupting a small chuckle from you. “You’re not gonna let this go, are you?” “Never.”

“I don’t know. I’d rather not talk about it.” You sigh, kicking your feet in the pool. “Sweetheart, whatever it is, you shouldn’t carry this on your own.” He persists. He wants to respect your boundaries, but when he sees how much this has affected you, he can’t. He needs to help you. “I promise, John. I’m fine.” “You’re not.”

“Fine.” You say after a couple of seconds of excruciating silence. “I’ve been feeling down. My stress has been getting to me. I’m trying to find a way to calm down, but I feel helpless. Nothing is working.” You vent, resting your head on his shoulder. “Sweetheart…” He caresses your hair, letting you melt into him. “Thank you for telling me.” He starts, readying himself to give you some words of wisdom, but you cut him off, foreshadowing him spewing his advice. “And as much as I appreciate your advice, I don’t want it.” You relax into him. “I see.”

Your attention turns to the water before you. “I think I’m going for a swim.” “I’m swimming with you.” John almost instantly says, making you sit up straight and stare at him with a small smile. “Really?” “Really.” “You never swim with me.” “I don’t care. I’m not leaving you alone when you’re clearly in need of comfort.” He puts his cigar out on the ground, throwing it off to the side.

You blush instantaneously. “Alright, I’ll change quickly.” You start standing up, but John holds you firmly in place. “No need.” He smiles at you, hopping into the pool with his clothes on. He turns to you, holding his arms out for you to grab onto. “Hop in, doll.” “I don’t know, John…” “Oh, come on, don’t be silly.” He chuckles, grabbing your waist gently, giving you a questioning look, almost telepathically asking if you’re okay with this. You giggle, easing into his arms. “Fine.”

When you give him the green light, he wastes no time. He picks you up, lowering you into the pool and hoisting you in his arms.

“You okay, sweetheart?” He asks, feeling your legs wrap around his waist. “I’m okay… it’s a little cold, though.” “Let’s get you warmed up, then.”

He quickly brings his lips to yours, capturing them in a comforting kiss, holding you to ensure you don’t let go of him. Your worries are slowly fading, the memory of them in your brain clouding. You cup his cheeks hesitantly, letting yourself get loose. He knows you too well - this is just what you need.

Your heart feels full, and you feel content. You know that John also feels satisfied. He’s happy knowing that he can be of comfort to you. You’re so special to him - how can’t he be joyful knowing you feel safe with him?

You continue kissing passionately yet smoothly. It’s not rushed, taking your time with each other, allowing you to let one another into your embrace. Even though you’ve been with John for a while, you’re still cautious with each other, showing you how much you care about one and all.

You’ve never felt more stress-free. You’ve got John holding you, kissing you lovingly as he hugs you, his strong arms pushing you against him. The content of the pool makes you feel weightless, mimicking the zero-gravity properties of space. What more could you ask for?

x alejandro vargas

You have no clue that he, however, is in the kitchen, cooking for you as you sit outside, pondering what you should do to get your mind out of the frenzy it’s in. You know Alejandro is inside, but you don’t feel like joining him. The pool is enough to get you to settle down a little, but you still feel lost.

Alejandro soon walks out to the backyard, making his way to you. He can sense the worry oozing out of you - it’s natural for him. He knows you inside and out.

“Mi vida, food’s ready. Are you coming?” He asks, bending down till he’s at eye-level with you. “Yeah… just give me a second. I’ll be right there.” You smile at him, caressing his cheek. He can sense a tinge of sadness behind your smile, making him frown. “Are you okay?” “Yeah… yeah, I’m fine.” “You’re lying.”

He immediately sits down and wraps his arms around you, dipping his feet into the water. “What’s wrong, cariño?” He kisses your temple, making you melt.

“I’ve just been feeling so overwhelmed… and I don’t want to put that burden on you since you work so hard and have problems of your own.”

Alejandro feels his heart burst. He had no clue you feel this horrible. “Mi vida… your feelings are not a burden.” He hugs you tightly, kissing your forehead sweetly. “Look at me.” He says, grabbing your chin and making you look up at him. “You’re so important to me, corazón. You should’ve talked to me.” His eyes lock with yours. Trying to look away is out of the question - he’s got you in a trance with his gaze. “I know I should’ve. I’m sorry.” “Don’t be sorry. Let’s get you cheered up instead, yeah? Are you hungry?” He smiles, rubbing your chin with his thumb. You get an idea.

“Can you get in with me?” You shoot the pool a glance and then look back at Alejandro with a devious smile painted across your face. “That would make me happy.”

His eyes widen before his smile matches yours. You’re so unpredictable at times. He loves that about you. “Of course, I’ll get in with you, cariño.” He chuckles, tucking a hair behind your ear. “There’s that smile I love so much. Come on, amor, I’ll carry you in.” He gets in, catching you by surprise. You didn’t expect him to get in fully clothed - but it makes you the happiest you’ve been in a while.

He gently grabs you by your waist, pulling you close to him so the feeling of the water around you is less intense. You’re feeling overwhelmed, after all - you don’t need any more unnecessary discomfort.

“Feeling okay?” He asks, kissing you softly on your lips and caressing your back gently. “Yeah. I feel great. Thank you.” “Of course, mi vida. You know you can always talk to me. Your struggles are my struggles. Your triumphs are my triumphs.” His hand finds the back of your head, pulling you in close. “I’ve got you.” He whispers before kissing you again, taking in your scent and touch. He feels so alive.

You, on the other hand, feel tranquil - you’ve been yearning for this feeling. Your body is relaxing, melting into Alejandro the longer he holds you. It’s like your bodies are colliding into one. His heartbeat matches yours, making you feel intact.

He holds a special place in your heart.

so sorry for the wait, beautiful! i hope it was worth it.

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five-rivers · 1 year ago

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Cracked Clay Cup Chapter 4

Phic Phight Phic! @greatbigolhampuckjustforme

“Ughh,” said Danny, falling onto Clockwork’s couch.

Yes. Danny. Despite Jazz lying to him a lot, the name had grown on him. She wasn’t bad. Just. Bad at lying. And sort of… constantly suspicious. And definitely not his mother. He was pretty sure she cared about him. No one who didn’t care about him would push schoolwork that hard.

Unless she’d been trying to harvest his brain.

Yeah, he’d sort of decided that wasn’t what was going on by the end of the second day. It was still kind of fun to say. Jazz’s face had made some very funny movements when he brought it up. It was kind of… endearing. Yeah.

“Hello, Daniel,” said Clockwork. “I take it you had a good time with Miss Jasmine.”

“It was… A time. I think she did know me before. She had a lot of funny stories from when I was a kid. And she had a really nice bedroom for me. They do their own decorating, right?”

“They acquired and furnished the homes you will be staying in from their own resources, but they may have hired decorators.”

“Okay. She had very strong opinions about schoolwork.”

“You will find that many of your potential guardians have strong feelings regarding your education.”

“Great,” said Danny. He rubbed his face. “Now what? Do I just jump right into the next one, or do I get, like, a grace period or something?”

“You can take as long to recover from your experience as you’d like.” He sounded amused. “You don’t need to push yourself.”

“Mhm,” said Danny. He stared up at the ceiling. “Can I see the list again?”

Clockwork set the folder gently down on his lap.

“Thanks,” said Danny, opening the folder. “I was thinking about going to the other extreme this time around. The oldest. Which page are they?”

“Green,” said Clockwork.

Danny looked up. Clockwork’s tone had seemed… off. But his expression wasn’t any different. What Danny could see of it, anyway. He’d turned slightly away, so he only saw the edge of his face.

He looked back at the manilla folder and the green piece of paper.

“So,” he said, “ do you know this… Oculus and Orbis? Those are kind of weird names. Maybe not too weird for ghosts, though. Oculus and Orbis. Eye… and also eye. Wow. Wonder if I’m going from someone who wants to steal my brains to someone who wants to steal my eyes.”

“They won’t try to steal your eyes.”

That sounded unconvincing in the extreme.

“Are you sure?”

“Relatively so.” That actually sounded rather threatening. Danny gave him another look, but, again, he seemed fine. Mostly fine.

“So… Married couple. That’s different. Maybe they’ll be more like grandparents? Interests… Coloring. I guess they mean, like, adult coloring books? That’s pretty cool, I didn’t mind drawing at Jazz’s. Watching… I think they must have left something off here, it just says watching. Watching… Sunsets? TV? Movies?”

“You will have to wait and see,” said Clockwork as he adjusted a painting on the wall. It was of something generic and pastoral, but it was nice.

“And… ew. Astrology. Do they really like astrology?”

“I can only refer you back to the information sheet.”

“Okay,” said Danny. “Fortune telling isn’t real, right?”

“It depends on your point of view.”

“You can time travel, right?”

“That is within my powerset, yes.”

“Huh,” said Danny. “So, you could see the future.”

“I could,” said Clockwork. “To some degree.”

“So, you already know who I will pick.”

“Not exactly,” said Clockwork. “Time follows a somewhat more complicated path than that of an arrow.”

“An arrow’s path doesn’t have to be simple, anyway. It bends, because of gravity. Unless you’re in space.”

“Indeed. Have you eaten dinner?”

“Not yet,” said Danny. “But shouldn’t you already know that?”

“It is polite to ask.”

Danny laid awake in bed. He missed the stars in the bedroom he had at Jazz’s. The blankets were comfier here, though. And there were more pillows. Tradeoffs. He still hadn’t asked Clockwork if he’d done his own decorating.

Yeah. It wasn’t at all bad here. But he wondered if he had, maybe, acted too quickly with leaving Jazz.

It was a little too late to doubt his decision, though. He couldn't undo it. Not without Clockwork cooperating. He didn't really want to undo it, anyway. There were all the other people to visit and figure out and whatever.

Hopefully, by the end, he'd be able to figure out enough to understand himself.

He held his hand up over his head, fingers splayed, and tried to reach for the spark of transformation that Jazz swore up and down existed. Nothing happened.

He sighed and rolled over in bed. He'd think about it in the morning. Or never. Never sounded good.

Danny bounced down the stairs two at a time. “Breakfast?” he asked, hopefully.

“Potatoes o'brien with gravy and eggs,” said Clockwork. “I must confess, I’m surprised you aren’t flying down the stairs.”

“Haven’t really figured it out properly yet,” said Danny, throwing himself into a chair. “I kept trying at Jazz’s, but I kept running into the walls and ceiling and stuff. And where would I fly to, anyway?”

“I see,” said Clockwork, sounding vaguely amused.

“Not what you expected of me, huh?”

“Not particularly.”

“Well, that’s just what happens when you erase someone’s memory and throw them into weird situations with redheads that are a little too obsessed with brain surgery.”

Clockwork’s answering hum was definitely amused.

“Would you like juice with your breakfast?”

“Do you have hot chocolate?” asked Danny. “With whipped cream?”

“I do,” said Clockwork. “Would you like some?”

“Please.”

Clockwork pulled an enameled teakettle from one of the cabinets and set it on the stovetop. The enamel was purple, of course.

“Are you still set on visiting Oculus and Orbis next?”

“I mean, I’d have to visit them eventually, anyway, right? That’s the rule, isn’t it?”

“Technically speaking, no. If you feel a strong enough connection with one of the candidates, you can forgo meeting the rest of them.”

“Wow,” said Danny. “You really don’t like them.”

“I do not want my feelings to influence you.”

“That’s not a denial.”

Clockwork set the plate down in front of Danny. “I do not want my feelings to influence you, negative or positive.”

“Sure,” said Danny. He started to shove food in his mouth. “So, Jazz told me something weird when I was over there.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Something about me being half ghost.”

“Ah, yes.”

“Yes? Yes? You mean that’s a real thing?”

“To some degree, yes,” said Clockwork.

“What does that mean?”

“You have a variety of extremely rare abilities,” said Clockwork. “Whether those are the results of being half ghost, part human, a superb but singular transformation ability, or something else… That is a matter for debate.”

“Okay, so, transformation. How?”

“Alas, for all that I can see, I cannot see into your mind. I do not know how your transformations felt to you, nor how you accomplished them.”

“Oh,” said Danny, pushing around a stray piece of egg on his plate. That was unhelpful, but he supposed it made sense. “There’s not anything going on like, um, you’re keeping me from transforming on purpose? Like how you said you’ve changed my appearance.”

“No,” said Clockwork.

“Okay,” said Danny. He scraped together the last of the potatoes. “I’m going to go get ready before I go. I’m still going to Oculus and Orbis.”

“Mm,” said Clockwork.

Yeah, Danny could definitely tell Clockwork didn’t like those two. This would probably be short, compared to his stay with Jazz. He went upstairs and brushed his teeth before changing. Jazz had gotten on his case about that more than once.

What to wear today… hm… He flipped through his closet. Hm. How about the skirt… It was a nice silvery green. And what to go on top? That jacket was about the same length as the shirt. And, hm, he didn’t feel like going pants-less… Or stockings. Maybe capris? He could do capris. Those were cool. Then he could show off the socks Jazz had given him.

Were those here? He looked through the sock drawer. They were. Huh.

He really wished Jazz had been honest with him. He really did. And maybe a little bit less crazy about school. Because he was absolutely sure that what she’d had him doing was over and above what schools would do.

He pulled on his solar system socks.

Okay. He was ready.

He went downstairs. “I’m ready.”

“I see that,” said Clockwork. “Your socks are very nice.”

“Oh, thanks!”

Clockwork tilted his staff to the side and a portal formed. “As before, press the button when you are ready to return.”

Danny nodded and stepped through. Once the blue rush of the portal cleared from his ears and eyes, he found himself in a massive marble foyer. Circular decorations in black and gold were inset in the stone. Waiting in the center, holding on to each other’s elbows, were the strangest couple Danny had ever seen.

Well, they were the only couple Danny had ever seen. They were tall, robed in rich fabrics trimmed in gold and black. Their skin was a textured, vivid green, and they were totally bald. Well. They were wearing wigs, but they were very obviously wigs. One wig was blonde and long, the other was silver and short. Both of them covered their eyes. One was also wearing a long skirt and delicate jewelry. The other wore bulky jewelry, gloves, and some sort of black sheath over its tail.

“Phantom,” they said, simultaneously, spreading their arms wide.

“My dear,” said the one in the skirt in a surprisingly high-pitched voice, “it is so good to see you again.”

“You haven’t had any problems with the riff-raff harassing us with this ludicrous custody dispute, have you, son?” asked the other, in a surprisingly low-pitched voice.

“No?” said Danny, dodging a hug. “I haven’t had any trouble.”

“Excellent news! But now you’re back with us,” said the deep-voiced and vaguely masculine one. “So you don’t need to worry about it anymore. All our worries are over. From now on, we have all our days ahead of us, full of joy and light!”

Danny… was pretty sure that last sentence didn’t make sense.

“Yes, yes,” said the higher-pitched one. “We will care for you now and forever. Your days will be filled with the luxury you so richly deserve.”

“Luxury, huh?”

“Of course, love,” said the high-pitched one. “Luxury, beyond the dreams of the masses. Not your dreams, of course.”

“Um,” said Danny.

“The best foods, the best clothes, the best games– Everything those other fools would deny you!”

Danny had the distinct sense he was being bribed.

“Okay,” he said, “but, um, what are your names?”

They looked at each other. “I am Oculus,” said the low-pitched one.

“I am Orbis,” said the high-pitched one.

“Right,” said Danny. “And who is Phantom? Is that some kind of ghost pet name?”

“It is your name,” said Orbis.

“Oh,” said Danny.

“Did Clockwork not tell you?”

“He told me my name is Daniel.”

“Hm,” said Orbis.

“Hm,” said Oculus. “Be that as it may, your name is most certainly Phantom. You have no other.”

Yeah. Danny wasn’t buying that.

“Okay,” he said, out loud. “So, um, how do I know you guys?”

“Well,” said Orbis, sniffing slightly, “we rescued you from those awful ghost hunters, didn’t we? They treated you so terribly, we couldn’t help but intervene, and then, well, we fell in love with you. Who couldn’t?” They started laughing. The laughter went on for… a while.

Danny smiled tightly and nodded.

“But enough of that!” said Oculus. “We must give you the grand tour! Show you all the things that are now, and will forever be, yours!”

What followed was a lengthy hike through an absolutely enormous, almost castle-like mansion. There was so much stuff. So many things. Toys, furniture, games, computers, decorations, flowers, perfumes, food. It was dizzying.

“And,” said Oculus, gesturing grandly at a set of rooms larger than Jazz’s entire place, “these are your rooms! There’s an ensuite - with a pool of course - and your favorite video games, and we can’t forget your mini-kitchen, completely stocked–”

Danny sort of tuned them out as they went down the list of things in the rooms, eyes sliding over various accouterments and accommodations. It was all very nice. But it was also, somehow, empty.

Well, the stuff was cool. He didn’t understand what was going on with the people, but… He could stay here a few days.

Danny wandered the frankly enormous house, looking for his supposed guardians. He was pretty sure it was in the middle of afternoon, and he had yet to see them. This, he thought, was not conducive to actually getting to know them.

So, he was searching as methodically as he could, given the nonsensical layout. There was a swimming pool in the middle of a ring of kitchens, for goodness sake. There was a library in the basement.

But finally, he did it.

“Uh,” said Danny. He was pretty sure this one was Orbis. Long haired wig, light jewelry. Yep. “Orbis?”

They didn’t turn around.

“Orbis?” he repeated. He came close me. “Excuse me? Orbis?” He tapped their shoulder. They jumped about a foot.

“Goodness, child! Why didn’t you say something if you wanted my attention.”

“I… did,” said Danny. “Are you not Orbis?”

“I,” said the ghost. “Yes.”

The other ghost glided into the room. “Did I hear someone calling me?” they asked. They were dressed identically to the first.

Danny looked between the two of them as they started gesturing emphatically at each other. He knew that ghosts could be weird, and there were a number of different lifestyles that could result in… whatever this was… but he sort of didn’t think that was what was going on. Actually, he didn’t– Were these ghosts shorter than they were yesterday? He hadn’t been paying all that much attention to their dimensions…

The gesture battle they were having, as if they thought he couldn’t see them, was definitely suspicious. Was there a ghost version of sign language?

Yeah, this was escalating. He edged closer to the arguing ghosts. He was about to do something that could be considered socially crass, but…

His hand flashed out and grabbed the wig of the nearest ghost. He pulled it loose.

Without the wig, the ghost was completely bald. They were also obviously one-eyed. They turned to stare at him, that one, huge, eye wide and alarmed.

Now, Danny didn’t remember all that much, but he knew who the Observants were.

“Yeah,” he said, grabbing the pocketwatch. “I’m out.”

#danny phantom #phic phight #fic

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