#i really really wanted a darker danny fic to write

[xysidhequeen]

Equilibrium

So the Dead on Main server caused me to spontaneously spawn an entire outline for an AU because I wanted a Dark Danny fic. So. Here's a snippet of what I'm working on.

It had started out subtly. The beginning of the end. 

The GIW had crept into Amity Park, buying up empty office buildings. Making themselves known. 'Researchers' they called themselves. 

They could always be seen whenever there was a ghost attack. Not running, not helping, not hindering. Just. Watching.

The first red flag that became obvious in hindsight was when they'd reached out to the Fentons. When Jack's long winded rants on ghosts didn't scare them away. When they started taking notes.

The second red flag was the government contract sent to the Fentons a week later. 

But still, the GIW didn't do anything. They bought up the empty buildings, filled them with strangers in white suits. Amity Park gradually learned to ignore them. They were harmless, some weird government branch that had an interest in ghosts. It wasn't interesting after months of idleness from them.

Amity Parkers lowered their guard, answered the seemingly innocuous questions posed to them. 'How long have ghosts been attacking?' 'Have you ever been injured by one?' 'Have you noticed anything strange?' They were simple questions, questions any Amity Park resident could easily answer. 

Eventually the GIW became another quirk of Amity. Something expected, normal even.

Then the 'clinics' started popping up. They were free to use, offering simple health care for any Amity Park resident. Common colds, ear infections, broken bones, vaccinations. You had to do a blood test to use them, but no one minded much when they were free. And injuries were so common with the ghost attacks. Ghosts never seemed to care about collateral, except Phantom. But he was the one ghost who protected them, so that was expected. 

Amity Park became welcoming to the GIW. Open to their questions, freely giving information. Even Phantom was willing to stop occasionally when a question was called out to him by one of the white suited men or women. 

Yet still, the government contract remained. The Fentons handing over blueprints of weapon after weapon, prototype designs shipped off. Research papers handed over by the box full.

The GIW presence increased slowly, over the months that became a year. Their clinics and offices multiplied. Empty buildings and shop fronts were bought as soon as they went on sale. Soon it wasn't uncommon to see a person in a white suit everywhere you went. 

No one ever noticed how they never employed Amity Park residents. How they never hired, how there was never a help wanted sign posted or an ad made to ask for workers. No one wanted to look that deep.

Willful ignorance was easier than admitting they'd been invaded.

So the Amity Parkers kept answering questions. Kept visiting the clinics with their doctors who often asked questions unrelated to the reason for visiting. 'Have you noticed yourself becoming stronger?' 'How much sleep do you need, on average?' 'Have your eyes ever glowed?' 'How long can you hold your breath?'. 

The clinics began offering more services, addressing more issues. All still for the small cost of a vial of blood. It became normal to visit a clinic rather than a doctor for anything. Flu? Clinic. Broken bone? Clinic. A nasty burn from an ecto-ray? Clinic. 

Some people started vanishing, but that wasn't unusual in a city. People ran away or died all the time. It wasn't many, really. Maybe a one or two a month. There was no pattern in the victims, so it was presumed they were unrelated. The cops were stumped. No one paid attention to the fact that every single one of the missing had visited a clinic days before they vanished. 

Then came the blackout. Or maybe it came sooner, it was so hard to tell when it started. When it became impossible for anyone in Amity Park to reach out to someone out of it. At first anyone who mentioned it was called crazy, conspiracy theorists. 

But soon it became more obvious. Friends or family out of the city could no longer find any Amity Park resident on social media. Couldn't even find a mention of the city existing anywhere on the internet. They blamed it on the ghosts at first. They did weird things to technology, it must be them. Right?

Then they stopped being able to call out. Cell phones would no longer make or receive calls from anyone who didn't have an Amity number. They started to get restless. 

Then came the roadblocks. Anyone trying to leave Amity found that all roads out were inexplicably blocked. Construction, they claimed. All the roads at once, yes. There had been earthquakes that destabilized the roads all around Amity. So they said. 

They had been trapped, and they never saw the jaws closing on them until it was too late. 

It didn't take long, once the revelation that they couldn't leave, couldn't call for help, spread. 

The military moved in, penning them inside their city. Checkpoints were placed at every road in or out of Amity. You could only leave if you were in the company of a soldier or a GIW operative. 

'Quarantined' they were told. Because of what they weren't told. Something highly contagious and dangerous was all they were given. Hospitals were taken over by men in white suits. Doctors and nurses were sent away, fired. New ones were shipped in, strangers. 

More people started going missing. They all knew who took them but they couldn't say it. Couldn't admit it. Didn't want to. 

Curfews were enforced. No one was allowed out after sundown, businesses had to shut down an hour before. No one was allowed out until dawn, schools were forced to start later. Anyone found breaking curfew was apprehended, sent to a holding facility. They weren't seen again. 

[robinasnyder]

I'm like losing it over this idea, but!

(And I'm sorry to people in the John Constantine tag who just want Constantine. I feel you, and I'm sorry.)

So, in the John Constantine Hellblazer (2019) by Spurrier and Campbell, and in the current John Constantine Hellblazer: Dead in America (2024), there's a pretty huge, big, important plot point where Constantine has died. Like he for real died. His body's dead. His soul is still occupying his dead body. He's still moving around like he's alive, but his body's rotting. (Spoilers for Dead in America from here, btw)

Not to get into the plot too much, but for the 2019 run, there's something Constantine promised his soul to when he dies, and to escape that, he astral projected by having someone stop his heart, with the plan to revive it later. And he does get his soul back in his body, but the body's dead.

As of right now (Dead in America #2) we don't know why exactly this happened.

At the end of 2019, we get this:

Now, mind these panels comes before John realizes he's dead (by like a page or two), but I do straight up love the idea that he's pissed off so many people that no afterlife actually *wants* to take him anymore.

Now, from Dead in America #2, we get this:

Implying that there's something keeping his soul and body going despite the whole being dead thing. I'm assuming that we'll be told eventually, but no idea yet.

All of that to say this: John Constantine is basically possessing his own dead body, atm. So that means he would fall under the Federal Anti-Ecto Control Acts, right???

All I'm saying is that I love the idea of an entire government organization hunting John Constantine. All I'm saying is that I really, really need to see John Constantine being captured and experimented on by the Drs Fenton.

All I'm saying is that Danny would try to get him out, especially if he was trapped in the Fentons' basement. All I'm saying is that this would be such a perfect set up for some interesting darker fic.

The current run is pretty seperated from all other DC stuff. It's basically just Vertigo comics, just Constantine, Sandman, and Swamp Thing. Which means that if we're fully running this idea, then it's not like there's the Justice League or Batman to come fix things. It's just Danny, John Constantine in his own dead body, his son Noah who is mute, doesn't seem to know american sign, and doesn't know he's John’s son, and Nat, John's "bodyguard" with a hair-trigger temper.

So, yes to a Constantine vivisection/disection, yes to Danny having to run from home bc he's just "stolen" a "government resource", and yes to Danny either having to run off without his friends or tell them and drag them on the run too. Also yes to not just having an easy way to solve the government situation (especially bc John and co are also wanted for murder).

I'm just saying that there's never been a better time to write a darker or angsty Constantine and Danny Phantom crossover.

[lapetitechatonne]

dp x dc Leverage AU?!? *chinhandgrins* tell me more?

hehehe, i’ve been waiting my whole life for this.

so—Leverage au was born out of me thinking that i wanted to write some morally grey characters toeing the line of right and wrong. i also really wanted to write some darker romance, and i just thought the idea of team phantom becoming thrives who’s soul goal is to fuck over billionaires was very, very fitting.

So we have Jazz as the mastermind, Sam as the grifter, Tucker as the Hacker, Valerie as the hitter, and Danny and Dani as thieves. the catalyst for them becoming this, is a combination of the GIW, Vlad’s various plots, and some particularly bad parenting on the Fentons parts.

Ida Manson—which is so not her real name—sees these kids physically hurt and i’m danger and about to run and helps them the best way she can. she teaches them the ways of the con.

our story starts years after that, where team phantom is an established crew and are going after the GIW. only to do that, they have to take down Lex Luthor.

romance is obviously not the focus, but i do love a good morally grey relation ship, so i was planning some light Anger Management, and then some rivals to lovers Danny/Tim. of course that’s more subject to change depending on how the fic is flowing.

but i’m so excited for this if and i wish it wasn’t taking so damn long to plan out because it has a special place in my heart 💕 thanks for asking!!!!!

[slasher-male-wife]

About me and request rules

Hey I'm Ziggy and this is my blog where I obsess over men and sometimes women. I use he/him and I'm 18. I really like fall stuff, vampires, Halloween in general, and my special interest is specifically horror movies. My favorite horror movie is Texas chainsaw massacre. My side account is @slashers-offical-boyfriend and my non fan fiction account is @living-dead-author. Below is the information on my request rules and info. Enjoy your stay <3

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Scream: Billy Loomis, Stu Macher

Black Christmas: Billy Lenz

Halloween: Michael Myers (og or rob zombie), Corey Cunningham

The Boy: Brahms Heelshire

Texas Chainsaw Massacre: Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Nubbins Sawyer, Chop top Sawyer, Vanita "Stretch" Brock

House of wax: Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Lester Sinclair

Behind the mask: Leslie Vernon

House of 1000 corpses: Otis Driftwood, Baby Firefly

The Lost boys: David, Paul, Marko, Dwayne, Michael, Star

The Black phone: The Grabber/Albert Shaw

Spree: Kurt Kunkle

Friday the 13th: Jason Voorhees, Tommy Jarvis

Child's play: Tiffany Valentine

Re-animator: Herbert West, Dan Cain

Carrie: Carrie White

Saw: Amanda Young, Adam Faulkner, Mark Hoffman, Peter Strahm

Candy man: The Candy man/ Daniel Robitaille

31: Doomhead

Psycho: Norman Bates

My bloody valentine: Harry Warden

American psycho: Patrick Bateman

Hannibal nbc: Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter

Near dark: Severen

Laid to rest: Jesse Cromeans

Martin: Martin Mathias

The Collector: Asa Emory/The Collector

Thanksgiving: Sheriff Eric Newlon

The Walking dead

Daryl Dixon

Rick Grimes

Negan Smith

Glenn Rhee

Maggie Rhee

Dead by Daylight

Danny Johnson/Ghostface

Pyramid head

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Interview with the vampire 1995

Lestat De Lioncourt

Louis De Pointe Du Lac

Call of Duty

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Simon “Ghost” Riley

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish

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[genko-yoru]

The Realm of the Lost

Day...26? Fic Switch? ( And a bit of Day 22, 29, 30...)

Yeah, so… For Day 26 I picked writing, as it’s my dyslexic-butt’s weakness. But, I wanted to REALLY challenge myself by writing a genre that I suck at/ don’t really read... which is shipping/romance. I’ll read it if it’s plot-heavy, but it’s not my thing. It was going to be a short-cringy story for the day, but… it ended up turning into 12 chapters with elements from other days. So for my sanity, I will be posting each chapter a day until the end of May, so I have a little time to finish them instead of dumping the whole thing at once.

So… what goes well with a plot-heavy romance? ~Horror~ 

My corny short turned into a depressing story exploring the idea of darker, more primal ghosts in Danny’s world, ( Day 22, Cryptid AU, a little Day 29, Ghost Speak AU), while taking the worse elements of Phantom Planet/Season 3 ( Day 30, Post Revel) and really using those bad things to explore the nasty aftereffects it would have. ( While I don’t exactly hate PP, lots of characters were done badly by that thing.) 

As for the story, I wanted to explore a Danny/Valerie ship just for the fun of it. Mainly for the fact Valerie was basically brushed aside in PP.

 But in saying that… this fic has some mature themes in it. And I'm super confused about whether to rate his T or M... Things like a little gore, violence, death, injuries/blood, a fade-to-black, ( Okay; I tried to write a love scene and it was stupid, didn’t fit the story’s tone and I couldn’t stop laughing. I left like a tiny bit for plot importance, but a fade is all you get.) So for the first few chapters, it's Teen, until I make a decision if that changes.

The link to the first chapter is in the title, or HERE

[emcscared-whumps]

WiJ 2022 - 01: (Re)introduce Yourself

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Intro!!

Hi, I'm emc, and I write whump of original characters in original settings! I've had this blog since some time in August last year (2021), and in these short few months, I've come a long way in the whump community. Everyone I've met here is wonderful and friendly and I've enjoyed every second of whumpblr and whump discord.

I've had at least a vague awareness about my taste for (fictional) blood since I was a kid around 5 or 6, but I first remember seeking the whumperflies in my teens (I'll get more into that in tomorrow's post :3c), and later still, I discovered Whumpblr posts through Pintrest, and joined a whump discord server a few years later, and then made this blog a year after that ^-^' . Getting into whump is the best thing I've ever done tbh, it's the gift that keeps on giving.

(I can now run off whump derived dopamine instead of trying to be happy!! /j/j/j/j)

Some fun facts are... I'm Australian, I do karate, I'm in the Danny Phantom fandom, I have an interest in cutting gems and other semiprecious stones, I have three cats, I love plants and gardening, and my favourite colour is unironically a deep, cool red. I also draw!

Project Updates!

Since joining the community, I have made tremendous progress on my nearest and dearest project Shifting Phases! Not only do I now have a rough idea of how to get everyone to the end scenes, I've actually started writing it!!! I'm super excited! I want to get it beta read in its entirety before I post it though, so it's a long way off yet. (As a byproduct, this means that I'll never post the fic unfinished lmao)

This story has spawned an AU that somehow manages to be darker. It's still in the ideation phases (brainrot spam to all of my whump friends on discord, rip them), so it'll be a little while before you see much posted about this one :3

My friend I recently made a lot of progress on Satanus Magus! We have basically the whole plot figured out, it just needs to be beefed up with some scenes. I look forward to writing that all out in the word doc void :)

My friend and I actually hope to publish this irl one day, so, That's A Thing!

It's an older idea of mine, it spawned in around 2018... But getting out of school and into this community has really boosted my creativity (bouncing ideas around is a powerful tool). It's like an action movie, but instead of guns and explosions, it's elemental magic and explosions!! It's not an outright whumpy fic, but ofc bc I'm involved, there are definitely a lot of whump themes.

Lastly, I have a new fic idea kicking around in my head involving a vampire and a human. It's still veeeerrryyy early days for it, but I'm already in love with the concept, and I have been sorely lacking in vampire whump for many years. I look forward to working with Malté and Corwin >:3c though I'm sure the same eagerness is not extended back -rubs my evil little handses together-

My Favourite Whump Tropes! Oh man...

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Especially when they try and fail to get up again

A whumpee getting tangled and/or ensnared in something they can't get out of

A painful mobility impairment as a result of a traumatic injury

Delirium and panic where they don’t recognise their friend/caretaker, maybe they’re waking up from a nightmare, and they lash out at their friend/caretaker-- most fun with nightmares/night terrors ;DD

I'm recently getting into fucked up mental health shit >:)

Ab00se (but like, not romantic relationships)

Nonhuman whumpees (mer and vampire/demon whumpees are where it's at tbh)

Painful transformation (and the aftermath, especially if the whumpee ends up Different than they were Before)

Bonus points for terrified, horrified, and very uncoordinated bb getting used to their new body and having an awful time

Secret based whump where bad things happen if anyone ever finds out whumpee's secret

An injury jeopardising the secret-- the secret needs to be revealed it to treat the injury

A whumpee going stupidly far to hide a secret, leading to a dramatic collapse and injury/scar reveal :D

A secret reveal gone badly never fails to give me whumperflies <3

I love it when circumstances are what leads to the whump. Not all of my whumpees have whumpers at all times, and where the whump comes from often fluctuates, but a common theme of my works is that the whump is primarily a product of circumstance that enables my characters to be whumped, whether by another person (whumper), or otherwise.

A happy, or at the very least, a bittersweet ending

#These are a few of my favourite things#

Also, Tumblr just fucking ate this draft when I was 99% done, and I was a fool who did not frequently save, and now I'm starting from nothing but a (shit) memory so... I'm not angy, I'm just sad and tired lol, apologies if there're any dumb phrasing/grammatical errors lol I can't even think straight anymore gkjdhfg

(The beta post editor may be easier on my poor eyes, but It has a habit of eating things on occasion...)

@whumpmasinjuly

[daiyu-amaya]

Since you have multiple fics for multiple fandoms: For every fandom that you have written for, which is your favourite fic and why?

Star Wars: Horizon of Yesterday was my real first attempt to write Padme and it was fun writing her interacting with everyone in a way I wasn't used to writing. Danny Phantom: A Phantom Caress, it is perhaps one of my better works for Phantom it is also the single most pain in my ass that I have ever tried to write.

Invader Zim: Eclipse of Mercury as its my first attempt at writing the professor is an Alien well really just writing the professor lol

Harry Potter: Last Days of Summer simply because I actually wrote a what if Snape and Harry actually crossed paths where they live since they live near each other in canon lol

Hellsing: Blood Auction (Formerly Auction House) I like the idea and writing it has been an interesting ordeal lol

Hotel Transylvania: Dark Temptation: My first time writing these two, I thought it was cute.

The Flash: Train Wreck: Because I wanted to write a train derailment lol that was exactly what started this fic and I enjoyed writing it!

Super Mario: The Devil's Trap because it was my first time writing boo and I liked the visuals my mind gave me for certain parts of this fic.

Batman: Saving You Yesterday: One day I'd like to rewrite this beast of a fic, it's an odd pairing and a bomb ready to blow but it was interesting to have the pair interact in a new way.

Yu Yu Hakusho: Tora Kuwabara. I like Making Kuwabara a demon lol but this was probably one of my better versions and having him be a kitty cat was just a bonus lol

Miraculous Ladybug: Something like Love (I don't need) I never really did finish this the way I wanted to but time travel was fun and Marinette makes all the bad choices!

MegaMind: Comatose/Melting Faith These two are pretty much the same thing, a what if Megamind and Minion faked their deaths and how would metro man who was in love with Megamind would handle that. There are a lot of things I wanted to write for this idea and I am in the process of rewriting Comatose into my new writing style as I still love this idea.

Guardians of Childhood: Left Behind Chapter 5. It was quickly written but is still one of my favorite writes because it used Pitch's twisted nature and a darker side of Jack to show.

Case Closed: Fragmented chapter 18 I haven't written much but it's an interesting anime/manga and I had fun messing around with Shinichi and his possible crushes.

Highlander: Fragmented chapter 37: I don't play with these guys often but I enjoyed adding Vampires to semi-immortals who chop each others heads off lol

Kekkai Sensen | Blood Blockade Battlefront: Sick of it all: This was my first fic for this fandom and I enjoyed making Leonardo embarrassed :)

Marvel: Halloween is all we have chapter 13: I liked this because Bucky was sick and his mind was playing horrible tricks on him and it was the first time I thought i'd gotten terror down in a way that readers could feel it.

TMNT: Last Knight: Mostly because I loved Headless' fic and it has been such a rollercoaster to write. All the intricate pieces fit together and give us a new take on Shredder and his history.

Gravity falls: Shadow of Obsession chapter 2 I liked the idea of crossing the SCP foundation with Gravity Falls and this was the first attempt at it it was nice but I wanted more...pop? I guess lol

Scooby Doo: Shadow of Obsession chapter 17: Don't we all want an evil velma every once in a blue moon?? lol

Shadow Of Obsession: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Gravity Falls, Hotel Transylvania (Movies), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, Valdemar Series - Mercedes Lackey, Rise of the Guardians (2012), Encanto (2021), SCP Foundation, Danny Phantom, Grand Summoners (Video Game), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Megamind (2010), OK K.O.! Let's Be Heroes, Scooby Doo - All Media Types, 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime), 幽☆遊☆白書 | YuYu Hakusho: Ghost Files, Hellsing, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - All Media Types, The Super Mario Bros. Movie (2023), Adventure Time: Fionna and Cake (Cartoon 2023) Most of these were just fun little one shots that I wrote and some of them I used for bigger stories but I enjoy playing with fandoms that seem interesting

[lexosaurus]

hi! I’m so sorry if this is a bother, but i thought you might be a good person to ask. i recently rewatched danny phantom as an adult - i loved it as a kid and wanted a good dose of nostalgia. after typing in the tag it was wild to find the phandom still up and kicking (honestly with more passion than i’ve seen from any fandom in my 8 years of tumblr). i immediately came across fanart for phantom of truth which i devoured along with its sequel in just a few days. i also read pits by cordria and loved it, but in the last week i’ve hit a bit of a research lull. i was wondering if you could fill me in on some details - maybe point me in the direction of popular fics or material? also, could you please explain wes weston to me - is there a particular fic he was born from or did he just sort of appear in fan lore? if not no worries, but i’d appreciate anything you had to offer!! thanks :)

Welcome to the phandom!

So the phandom in general is SUPER big on events. We have a year round event's calendar of which we're currently celebrating Ectober Month! You can find the details to that in the calendar along with other upcoming events!

In general, you'll find a LOT of incoming dp fan media through events and their tags, and that's where I tend to find new writers/artists to follow each year.

I've made two in depth posts on Wes Weston, so I'll just link them here [1: the older detailed wes] [2: a more updated wes]. The basic intel though is that yes he's entirely a phandom made OC that we've just adopted to fill a social hole in the dp universe.

There are tons of amazing DP writers and fics. I'll link you a few of my faves! In no particular order,

1. @imekitty (her ffn) is an older phandom writer who is kinda my personal gold standard for angst. She's also done some awesome slash fics though! Her current most popular series is the Disparaged/Dissembled series and fair warning, it's pretty dark!

2. @ecto-american (ghostanimal on ao3) is another older phandom writer who's still super active! He's currently most known for his fic Broken Ectoplasm, which is a bit darker than his usual pieces. Regardless, he has a pretty good range!

3. @five-rivers (marsalias on ao3) is an absolute writing fiend. I literally can't think of a genre of fic that they haven't written. They're currently best known for their monster of a longfic Mortified, which is ongoing and currently sits at a 258 chapters, or a little over a half million words. I personally am a big fan of their Exhumed series.

4. @wastefulreverie (her ao3) doesn't write a ton for dp anymore, but her archive of fics is AMAZING. Every so often I'll just go binge her writing, it's seriously fantastic. I think she has written some of my favorite angst fics that I've found so far.

5. @ladylynse (lynse on ao3) is another really big writer who also does a fair amount of crossovers if you're into that. Currently, her biggest fic is The Trouble With Ghosts which is an extremely popular fic currently. Good stuff!

6. @things-i-cannot-do-in-amitypark (their ao3) has several extremely popular fics on ao3 and ffn. I definitely recommend checking out their stuff. They've been writing DP for years and really have a great grasp on narration and building an exciting story.

7. @kinglazrus (UnluckyAlis on ao3) is actually one of the fastest writers I've ever freaking met. They're most known for their fic The Survivalists which is about Danny's class disappearing only to be found stranded on an island. Overall, really fun writer and also a cool person as well.

8. I know you said you read Pits, but @cordria has a TON of oneshots on her Tumblr as well as her ffn and ao3. I've been following her works for years and she really is an absolute S tier writer.

9. Shift by CaptainOzone is literally my favorite dp fic ever written. The basic premise is that Danny didn't grow up in Amity, and is revealed as Phantom right before he moves there. Oz is an outstanding writer and I'm super pumped they dipped their toes into DP for this fic.

10. when im dead, my dearest by redrobin1989 is only three chapters long, but i think honestly it really exemplifies an incredibly well written Valerie-centered fic. I go back and reread it every so often because wowowow.

11. Roughing It by Haiju is a big phandom favorite. You already read PoT/SOAD, so I know you'll like this one hahaha.

12. The Ghost Of Heroes by Enigmaris and ScarletNightFury is a really popular DP/MCU crossover starring an amazing bond between Danny and Spiderman. It's a pretty lighthearted fic, but it's super fun and the storylines are really engaging.

13. Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time by MissMegHolden is a DP/Young Justice fic that's very popular right now if you like that crossover. It's ongoing and updates semi-regularly. I've been following it for a while and I love it, though this is one of my fave crossover types (and I'm a big fan of DP crossovers lmao).

14. In The Eye of a Needle by mystyrust is an extremely popular DP/BNHA crossover fic that is completed. This is another one of those fics I go back and reread a lot.

Okay I could keep going but I'm going to stop here for now. All in all, I definitely recommend scouring event tags for new writers/artists. The phandom also has a discord that you can always DM me for an invite. The phandom in general is extremely chill. We're an older fandom so we really don't have drama or anything.

Once again, I welcome you and I hope you have fun!

(oh quick plug my own ao3 i write a lot of angst)

[polyghostfacehours]

Creed Aventus - Epilogue

Read the Creed Aventus Here

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A/N: So, this is the epilogue to Creed Aventus. I had wanted to really touch on Danny's feelings on the Reader in the original fic, so I ended up writing this as well.

TW: Mentions of Smut. Toxic Relationships.

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“Remember that night? The first one? When I found it?”

Danny hummed his affirmation, his garb put away and his boots kicked off as he lay in bed with you covered in sweat, cum, and a little blood.

Of course he did. How could he ever forget. It was one of the best nights of his life, right under his first kill and your wedding day.

Danny knew early on that he would marry you. Before he even fell in love he knew. You were perfect. Fit to be his life partner in nearly every way..

You were sweet, and funny, and had a lot of the same interests Danny did. Your love of horror was a huge plus. Your love of reading was something you two bonded over. From a young age Jed had enjoyed writing, and knew he would want his future partner to be the type to want to read his works. Call it ego, call it narcissism. But you fit that bill.

In the beginning, Danny’s feelings for you were surface-level, a tip-of-the-iceberg deal, and one he needed anyway. The perfection in you came from how inconspicuous you made him. Already did no one suspect sweet, soft-spoken journalist Jed Olsen. But taking it a step further never hurt. After all, who would ever suspect sweet, soft-spoken journalist Jed Olsen who’s also married to an even sweeter person?

Not even the devil himself.

You were flexible with work, so you were more than willing to move whenever he had some freelancing opportunities in different areas: the States, Canada, even South America sometimes. You were attractive to him having traits he personally preferred in a partner. And you were cute – you matched his frail, friendly Jed perfectly.

Danny wasn’t a good man. He knew this. Everything he did was premeditated, months in advance. Carefully curated accounts on every victim he stalked turned into his personal Lesser Key of Solomon. He’d change his M.O whenever you two moved to avoid suspicion. He was a blight on the world. Yet still, a part of him wished he had someone to share that darker part of him with; the bigger, more rational part that dictated his course in life knew that he never could.

He'd thought about killing you, more than once. More than twice. Not because he wanted to get rid of you, no. He just knew the satisfaction he would receive in the moment would be like no other. Being crowned the prince of hell in some otherworldly dimension wouldn’t even compare to the bliss that would be in seeing your perfect form covered in blood, ripped apart by Danny’s own hands, and the light in your eyes fizzling out – a match with no palm to protect it from the bitter, biting cold that is Danny’s id, ego and superego.

But he knew he never would. Whether he fell in love with you or not. Whether he falls out of love someday with you or not. It doesn’t matter. Because in the end, your use in the future would only grow. Who would further suspect a man who’s been married 10 or 20 or 30 years?

But Danny did fall in love. Or, at least, the closest thing he could feel to love. None of Danny’s actions for you were truly selfless. In every action he takes, there is, and always will be, something that benefits him in the end. If it became between your life and his, he would always choose his.

But when Danny finds himself going out of his way to support your endeavors or foregoing his pleasure in order to see you come undone underneath him, he realizes slowly that maybe, just maybe, he could curate something good and worthwhile in his life. That for once, he could have something he didn’t ruin or poison or maim or kill or destroy. That for once he could find joy in something other than hurting others.

Danny presses a kiss into your hairline, his lips becoming tacky with the smidgen of blood from his latest victim that had found it’s way onto your forehead.

“Couldn’t forget it even if I tried.” Danny says, smile dancing on his lips as he wonders if one day, you’d like to see how it truly felt. If one day, you could become his wholly and completely. His lover, his best friend, and his literal partner in crime.

“Fortunately for you, I don’t want to try.”

[corpsehusband-simp]

Weight of the World

WARNING: This is a sensitive Fic that deals with depression, mentions of dark thoughts, punching a wall, and anxiety. It has a fluffy ending. 

A/N: Please put yourself first and don't read this fic if it will put you in any kind of dark place because of what is metions and please know that my DM’s are always open. Feel free to message me all hours of the day or night, I am always here to talk.

 Request: this is a touchy request so i understand if you are uncomfortable with writing it. it’s kinda a comfort/coping prompt but can you write corpse x reader where reader has been going through manic depression and just pushes everyone away and performs self destructive behavior, and corpse has to talk y/n out of su*icide? recently i’ve just.. been really going through it is all i can say. if you don’t wanna write it, totally understandable ❤️

Paring: Corpsex reader, Sykkuno x reader (best friends)

You rolled over in your bed as your phone rang, hiding yourself further into your covers. You woken up yesterday morning and your depression had hit you full force. You couldnt really put a finger on wheat caused your manic depressive episode but it was kicking your ass. It had been a while since you felt like this and you couldnt find the strength at the moment to pull yourself out of it and in doing so you were pushing away the person you loved the most. Corpse. The love of your life but you couldnt even answer his phone calls or texts. Instead you physically turned away from his caller ID, the last time you had talked to him was through a text yesterday telling him that you needed space and that was all.

The more you thought about it the angrier it made you, the angrier you became with yourself. As your mind slipped into darker, angrier thoughts your phone rang again but think time it was your best friend Sykkunos ring tone, Big booty bitches. 

Corpse must have called him. You thoguht before reluctantly picking up the phone, wiping tears from your face. “What Sykkuno”

“Oh uh h-hi y/n. I just wanted to uh call you and check up on you, you didnt come to the Among Us lobby yesterday.” You sighed.

“Im fine Sy.” Your tone was short and rough, you hated acting this way but you didnt want to pull anyone else down intot the slump that you were in.

“O-okay, well im here okay. Love you y/n/n”

“Yeah love you too sy. Never forget that.” and with that you hung up on him, tears running down your face again as your thoughts continued down a dark route.

CORPSE POV

Corpse was going out of his mind trying to figure out what was going on with you. After your text yesterday he had been battling his anxiety on wether or not he should oush the situation, corpse knew you depression could get back sometimes but he also understood sometimes people just needed space. So he turned to the only other person he could trust right now, Sykkuno.

“Hey buddy.”

“Oh hey corpse, whats goin on?” It made corpse smile to hear that at least sykkuno was still his normal cheerie self.

“I need a favor, I think y/n is having another episode butbut she wont answer my calls so I was wondering if you could try and call her for me. See if she answers.”

“Yeah of course man, but why dont you just go over there?” Corpse sighs.

“Im going to but I dont want to push ya know. Its- this is a touchy thing.” Sykkuno hums in agreement before hanging up. Corpse paces back and forth in his livingroom till Sykkuno calls back.

“Hey Corpse”

“Did she answer?” Sykkuno sighs.

“Yeah and she doesnt sound like shes doing very well.Im actually really really worried Corpse.” Before Sykkuno could even finish his sentence Corspe was grabbing his car keys and hoodie.

“Im heading over there now, Ill text you later with and update. Thank you for calling her.”

“Of course, just keep me updated.” Corpse faster than he ever had , it was a mirical he didnt get pulled over.

Please be okay, please be okay. He repeated in his mind over and over as he run up to your apartment door. He entered quietly and quickly, not even bothering to take his shoes off. You entire apartment was dark and eerily quiet but as he neared your bedroom he could hear your quiet cries coming from the bathroom. He knocks on the door and tires to open it but it was locked.

“Go away.” You cried with broke Corpses heart.

“Baby girl, please open the door.”

“NO please just go away!”

Your POV

You felt out of control as you cried so you puched and yelp in pain. Corpse wastes no time kicking in the door.

“Im sorry baby Ill fix that I promise.” He says quickly as he kneels down beside you. You didnt know if it was the suddenness of the door kicking in or him beig here or both but you broken down into even more of a crying mess on your bathroom floor. Corpse pulls you into his chest and you try to fight him off. 

“No leave me alone, go away!” He only held you tighter and closer.

“Y/N I’m not going anywhere. We made a promise to eachother remember? We promised to never leave eachother remember? Me and you together. Im promise to fight next to you. So please just breath and let me help baby please.” Eventually you stopped fighting against him and clung to him like your life depended on it, and in this moment you were positive it did. You didnt know how much time passed between that moment and when Corpse finally stood, holding you bridalstyle as he carried you to the room. You laid both you you down, never letting you leave his hold. As you laid there Corpse left sof kisses around your face and whispered sweet loving things to you.

“You are so strong Y/n” He ran his fingers through your hair and kissed your forehead. “You are beautiful and smart” Corpse kisses your temple. “You are worth every single breath you take, every single atom and molecule in this universe that you take up you are worthy of.” He gently lifts you chin so you were looking up at him with your red, puffy eyes. “A wise girl once told me, that I know it gets hard and feels like the weight of the world is one your shoulders but theres two of us now and you dont have to take the weight on alone.” You sniffle and look up at him.

“Hey I said that.” Your voice was weak and horse from crying.

“Yes baby girl, you did, and I hope you knoe its true. I am right here.”

“I dont want to burden you, I know you have some much on your plate already I dont want to throw my shit on there too.” He shakes his head and lays his forehead on yours. 

“You arent burdening me, the only thing that ever puts more stress on my plate is when you push me away because I cant help you when you do that.” You sniffle reaching up and brush your finger tips across his cheek. 

“Im so sorry I put you through this.” Tears started to well up in your eyes but Corpse qucikly wipes under them and peppers your forehead in kisses.

“Hey hey hey none of that baby. Alls well now. Im here now.”

“Thank you my love. You are my rock.’

“And you are mine”

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[only-in-december]

For the 40 Questions — Meme for Fic Writers ask game,

7, 11, 29, and 37

Sorry that it's taken me so long to answer, I got a little distracted😅

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

"It felt like someone was looking through his brain in the most literal sense. Pulling out memories forcefully, flashing them in front of his eyes and then grabbing more. (The phrase 'pick your brain' suddenly seemed a lot darker.) He saw so many events from his life at once. But they were all out of order. His and Maddie's wedding. Sara dying. Vlad looking through his ghost binder for the first time. Pops glaring at him for speaking. Danny's first steps. Ma ignoring him because he wasn't Sara couldn't be Sara. Vlad smiling. Vlad's accident. Jazz dancing. Danny lying in front of the Interdimensional Wormhole possibly dead.

Jack would have screamed if he could. But whatever ghost or other entity was possessing him, was making sure that he was locked up tight. The ringing was so loud. The memories kept flashing in his mind. His and Maddie first date. Harriet's article. Jazz's first dance recital. Danny explaining the birth of a star. Falling out of a tree and breaking his arm in fifth grade.

Jack distantly felt his arm get burned. He almost wondered if it would hurt later. But the ghost didn't seem to be done invading his mind and memories. Ma and Pop looking disapprovingly as he sang Danny Boy for Sara at her funeral. Finding out that Vlad wouldn't let him visit the hospital. Getting a returned Christmas card from Vlad with his face scratched out and the words "I HATE YOU" angrily scrawled on it. Him Vlad and Maddie sitting and laughing and talking." -Five Times Vlad Defended Jack (And The One Time He Didn't) Chapter 6, 'A Bitter Reunion'

This section just turned out exactly how I wanted it to. I have other parts that I'm proud of, but right now, I think this is my favorite because it feels scared. (If that makes any sense😅) This entire chapter ended up how I wanted it to. But this section, where Vlad is possessing Jack and looking through his brain? It just turned out precisely how I envisioned it.

11. Is writing your passion or just a fun hobby?

A hobby. I like doing it, and don't plan on quitting any time soon. But it isn't my passion.

29. If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

This is the question I had the hardest time with. Because like, I'm sure that there are tons of fics that I'd love to write a sequel or prequel for. But, I couldn't think of any. At all. And it aggravated me to no end. So I'm leaving this one open ended with an, "I don't know. I'm sure there's at least one out there. But I'm sure I'm under qualified."

37. Talk about your current wips.

I'm gonna just do all the ones I can think of off the top of my head. I'll link all the ones that are on AO3 already.

"The Twin Trap" is an AU fic I'm working on with @deaths-true-mortal-enemy about the Maximoff twins. Kind of a parent trap au. I think it's a lot of fun.

I'm working on a sequel to "On Pride And Failure." About the moments after the fight, and how it all affected Jack. (There's also a lot of mentions of his sister, and her death. It's a little dark.)

"I'M GOIN'..." is a fic (that I need to finish) about Danny's accident. It starts a second AU about if Kwan was on Team Phantom. And I think it's pretty good so far.

"From The Ghost Zone Into Your Home" is about the ghosts, and how they choose who they become. (Because in my AU they're not dead.)

"Never Play Among Us With Two Lawyers, A Private Detective, And A Police Lieutenant (it won't end well for your receptionist)" is a goofy modern AU Perry Mason fic. Perry, Della, Paul, Hamilton, Tragg, and Gertie all play Among Us. (I started it back when the game was huge and haven't really touched it since.)

I hope that suffices! I could ramble about them, but this post is pretty long already.😅

[thekristen999]

Thank you to @javachik for your questions!

15. What is the fanfic you’ve written that you’re most proud of?

That is such a tough question. I’ve been writing a long time, but if I were to look back the last three years I’d say my McDanno H50 AU Past Tense   It’s a suspense thriller dealing with some heavy subjects and really allowed me to flesh out a darker and more broken version of Danny and Steve and how they might have met under different circumstances while incorporating a fusion of eppy 5.07.

I’d also say the Buddie/WWII AU I wrote for the 9-1-1 fandom.  We Found Each Other (Over There). I honestly think it’s some of my best writing and I’m immensely proud of the character development I was able to create under such grim circumstances while giving Buck and Eddie a well deserved happy ending after so much trauma.

33. Have you ever stopped yourself from writing something? Why?

Yes. I use writing as an outlet. I’m not shy about my battle with depression, PTSD, and anxiety. I use writing as a catharsis and sometimes I’ve started stories that I was not in a good head space to complete. And I’d have to put them on hold for a while because the topics were dark or the plot was just too heavy at the time.  This occurred when I wrote the The Hoku which was a McDanno AU, future fic, post-apocalypse story. Those who know my style, know I like realistic, gritter plots, and it took me a year to finish it.

I was slightly hesitant to write The World Is On Fire And No One Can Save Me But You  for 9-1-1, but it was a story I wanted to tell. While it was set during the backdrop of civil unrest, its focus was from a first responder POV, and not a political one, and that’s what the fic is grounded in.

Anyone else have any Fandom asks?

My inbox is open.

[chrwrites]

Drunk Talks (and Sober Confessions)

this one was written for the previous @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers Sprint Fic Challenge prompt: “I love you.” “Tell me that when you’re sober.”

It became longer than it was supposed to be so it’s not a sprint fic anymore, but I enjoyed writing this a lot even though it took me longer than expected :)

read on ao3

When Luka saw Marinette enter the living room of the Liberty that night, he choked on the drink he was having, and his best friend next to him had to clap on his back until he recovered, his face still red.

What a perfect beginning for the night, he thought.

It didn’t help that Ruby had mixed his drink a bit too strong for his liking and his throat was burning when he turned his gaze back to Marinette.

Why did he let his sister organize a Halloween party on the boat, anyway? He didn’t even like big parties, he could have just said no, but then Rose had pleaded him with her signature puppy eyes and there was no way he was saying no to that.

Not to mention that he really wanted to see Marinette. He had been busy between work and university and her last year of lycée had her stressing over the BAC ever since the beginning of the school year. They hadn’t been able to hang out properly in a while, and… he missed her. He had been looking forward to seeing her again, he just didn't expect her to look like... like this.

Now that she walked in the room, Luka felt breathless. It was like he was looking at someone else, even though he could still see all her sweetness under a costume he would have never imagined seeing on her.

Her blue eyes looked a shade darker under the purple eyeshadow that merged with black at the side of her eyelids, and her usually pink lips were tinted purple to match. Luka took another sip from his cup before bringing his attention to the rest of the look.

Marinette’s black hair was tied in a half bun, and the free strands fell on a black crop top that sported a purple skull in the middle. A checkered black and green skirt wrapped around her hips, ending a few inches above her knees, and her legs were covered by a thin layer of purple fabric. Where did she get those combat boots?

Okay, breathe Luka. It’s not like your crush has dressed up as your first fictional crush. It’s fine, it’s fine. You can go to her, tell her how much you like her costume and how much you wish to-

“You’re drooling”, Ruby’s amused voice called him back to reality, and he almost snapped his neck as he turned to look at her, hoping that the heat he felt on his cheeks wasn’t visible, but the knowing glint in her eyes told him the exact opposite.

Didn’t they watch Danny Phantom every time they had sleepovers when they were younger? And as Ruby said how cool Sam Manson was and how she wanted to be like her, he ended up telling himself that he was going to marry someone like her, and she’d scold him because “We’re besties and I’m not marrying you, that’s gross”. Luka grew out of his punk-girls-can-step-on-me phase – or at least he thought he did until now – after his first break up, and then he met Marinette and decided that pink was his favourite colour because it was cute and soft and Marinette.

Despite knowing that she could pull off anything, Luka didn’t expect her to look so good in darker colours.

Okay, let’s face it, he just wasn’t ready to see her like this.

“Who would’ve guessed that the cute baker’s daughter would have gotten you all worked up within five minutes in being in the same room as you. That’s a record, Lu”, Ruby snickered and grabbed a bottle from the table beside them, filling his cup again, “You need another drink”.

Luka didn’t protest and brought the cup to is lips as he looked back at Marinette, taking another good chunk of his drink and not caring for the burn he felt in his throat this time.

She was talking to Adrien and complimenting him for his Ladybug inspired costume, and if she blushed it was only because she felt flattered and not because of that huge crush she used to have on him.

If this had happened a year ago, she would have been gushing about the fact that her crush was dressed up as her superhero alterego and would have been freaking out, but now she just laughed. She didn’t even stammer around him anymore, and she was glad that she could finally cherish their friendship now.

There was someone else in her heart, someone with a bright smile and the sweetest voice and the deepest blue eyes she’d ever seen, and she had finally gathered the courage to tell him how she felt. That was the perfect night, she had dressed up for him, her parents were away for the weekend so she had no curfew to think about, and that meant that she could enjoy Luka’s company for as long as she wanted. And she had been preparing for this moment for a while, too. From the dress to the words she would have said to him, and she had to do now was hoping not to be rejected.

Luka had always been there for her, and now that she was finally ready to face her feelings for him, she hoped he’d still be there, in a different but better way.

Marinette’s eyes wandered around the room looking for him, and among some unfamiliar faces – that she supposed were his friends – she found him, standing in a corner of the room and smiling to a girl that was sticking out her tongue at him. Wait, was he blushing?

Of course he was, she was gorgeous.

Crimson hair, green eyes framed by a thin line of eyeliner, and the red on her lips didn’t look obnoxious. A plain black choker decorated her neck, and the long-sleeved crop top she was wearing left her stomach exposed, the ripped skinny jeans only helped accentuating the curves of her body.

She was the perfect mix between punk and stylish. And she was tall, not as much as him, but enough that she didn’t have to pull herself on her tiptoes to kiss him. It’s not like Marinette had thought about it, anyway.

Now that she looked at him having fun with someone that was just like him, she felt pathetic.  Marinette was ready to tell him how she was in love with him, and all her hopes were shattered. Gone. She had missed her chance.

Whoever she was, she was a much better fit for him, anyway, beautiful and cool and just perfect. And Marinette was just… Marinette, trying to fit in clothes that weren’t meant for her just to impress him. She was young and stupid, and she had dressed up while both Luka and the other girl were in low effort costumes. Luka was wearing his everyday clothes but wore the black eyeliner he usually put on when he performed and brought out his eyes, and the red-haired girl managed to pull off cat ears without looking awkward or dumb.

Marinette felt stupid for hoping that Luka would have answered her feelings and cursed herself for not being able to speak up sooner. She sighed, deciding to deal with how much of an idiot she was the only way a mature and responsible person of age could deal with their problems, “Shots, anyone?”.

Alya gave her a cup to drink from, and Luka found himself staring at Marinette’s painted black nails from where he was when Ruby called his attention, passing him another full cup of liquor mixed with juice.

“Are you going to talk to her?”, she asked.

“I’m not sure I can talk to her while trying to control the impulse to jump her”, Luka sighed, fiddling with the cup in his hand. He felt breathless just by looking at her, how could he expect to talk to her? He hadn’t gathered enough liquid courage to walk to her just yet.

Besides, Marinette was with her friends, and he couldn’t just walk to her and tell her how he thought that she looked great and he couldn’t take his eyes off her, just the way she smiled and her lashes fluttered under the lights they had set was making him weak, and how that look fit her was just… incredible. But he also thought that her clothes would look better on his–

“Woah, when did it go from “She’s the music in my heart” to this?”, Ruby snickered, raising one eyebrow at him.

“Oh, shut up”, Luka groaned, downing part of his drink to drown his thoughts.

He shouldn’t have been thinking about her sister’s friend in that way in the first place, but he couldn’t really help himself when she was the most gorgeous girl he had ever seen.

“Really, though, I don’t think staring at her like a creep is the way to go”, Ruby said.

Luka sighed, focusing his attention on the drink he was holding, and reprimanding himself for thinking about her in that way.

Maybe avoiding her was the best idea, but just as the thought of moving to a less crowded room to not see her crossed his mind, Marinette’s happy voice called his name, “Luka!”.

He looked up, and all he saw was the bright smile Marinette was giving him.

He felt his heart miss a beat when he noticed that the pick he had given her the first time they met was dangling from the choker she was wearing. Luka brought his cup to his mouth again, chugging some of his drink, hoping that some more alcohol would have helped him to at least spit out some words and kill the wild thoughts forming in his mind. But all Luka could focus on was the way the purple and white piece of plastic fit perfectly in the middle of her pale neck and the curve of Marinette’s exposed shoulders and how he wanted to–

“You’re wearing an amazing costume! Don’t you think so, Lu?”

Luka straightened up as soon as he felt something hit his foot, and Ruby was giving him a tight smile and nudging her head at Marinette begging him with her eyes to speak for goodness' sake. Luka winced, but was grateful that she had opted for canvas shoes instead of combat boots that night.

He looked at Marinette again and it didn’t take long for him to get the same awestruck expression he had been sporting since she walked into the room. He was too distracted from the vision that she was in that moment that all his stupid mouth had managed to choke out was a “It’s... very good”, that earned him a disappointed pout from Marinette, and a very exasperated sigh from his best friend.

“Just good?”, Marinette giggled, and tried to twirl around but ended up tripping on her feet. Luka promptly leaned forward to catch her and Marinette let out a happy intoxicated laugh, clasping her hands on his shoulders, “I’m mad at you now”, she said, faintly trying to put some distance between them. Luka waited until she straightened up before letting his hands leave her waist, and he couldn’t control the small chuckle that left his lips.

Marinette grinned and took one step closer to him, raising one finger to his face, “I can’t really be mad at you now, can I? You have the prettiest smile”.

Luka gulped, feeling his cheeks heat up at the compliment, “You’re drunk, Mari”, he stated, more to himself than to her.

“I don’t know, maybe? I feel so good, Luka! And I need to talk to you”, she said, the alcohol in her body giving her the confidence she didn’t have sober.

Luka shook his head as he fought the fond expression forming on his face, “Let’s go grab some water first”.

“But I want to talk now!”, the girl in front of him whined, and closed the distance between them placing her head on his shoulder. Luka’s breath hitched and he had to force himself to focus on something different than the very drunk Marinette that was clumsily wrapping her arms around him.

Luka sighed, looking down at her as she nuzzled her face on his neck, “You smell so nice!”.

“Marinette”, he called, trying to gently pull her away from him enough to fill a cup with water and give it to her.

“Yes, that’s my name!”, she chirped, taking the cup he offered and chugging it down. A drop of water fell from the corner of her lips, and she wiped it away with the back of her hand. Luka had to look away from her, trying to hold back the thoughts forming in his mind.

“Water is so good!”, she laughed, tumbling towards him again, this time Luka placed his hands on her bare arms to steady her.

“Ah, Luka! Have I ever told you how great I think you are? You never fail to catch me”.

The surprised look on Luka’s face turned into a soft expression rather than a concerned one, but he still couldn’t manage to say something to her, or at least thank her for the compliment. And as he stood silent, Marinette suddenly grabbed his hand, pulling him with her and walking away with him. Where did she find that strength?

He tried to pull away from her and looked back at his friend for help, who grinned and raised her cup to him, winking. She winked. Marinette was going to kill him and Ruby didn’t even raise one finger to help him.

Traitor.

If he got through that night without doing something he could regret in the morning he was going to reconsider all of his friendships. A friend doesn’t let you leave with your crush hand in h– okay, maybe he was overreacting, but having Marinette’s hand intertwined with his didn’t really help with thinking straight, especially when he had knocked down a few drinks, too.

“Marinette what–”, he called, trying to remain as calm as possible as she dragged him through the corridor that led to the bedroom he shared with Juleka. She tripped on her feet more than once, and Luka decided it was safer for her to be carried than to walk, “Oh Luka you’re soooo strong”, Marinette laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck. He could feel her warm breath on his skin along with the cloying smell of peach vodka, and he forced himself not to focus on that and instead worked on opening the door to his room without making Marinette fall.

When he managed to get inside and shuffle to his bed, Marinette didn’t seem to want to let go of him and she pulled him down with her when he tried to lay her down.

He ended up laying on top of her for a split second before he quickly moved to sit up on his bed. Marinette's giggles died down and she was looking at him, eyes glassy and cheeks a deep shade of pink.

Luka looked away from her and inhaled a deep breath before suddenly feeling her shift and wrap her arms around him. Her laughter was way too cheerful and he forced himself not to think about the way her hands touched his skin or how her hair tickled his neck or how she was sitting on his lap. Shit.

“Luka, you’re really amazing”, she raised her head to look at him, getting way too close than necessary, and he had to put his hands on her shoulders to put some distance between them.

“Marinette, please, don’t make it harder than it already is”, he said, trying to catch his breath.

“Why, is it hard?”, she asked innocently, and tilted her head, “I’m just saying the truth”.  

Oh God, now he really needed another drink as strong as those Ruby made.

Marinette blinked slowly, and brought one hand to his cheek, slowly tracing his features with her fingers, “You’re so gorgeous... And talented... And kind... And caring... And I love the sound of your voice... And when you play for me...”, her voice was low as the words tumbled out slowly from her mouth.

She looked sincere, almost like she knew what she wanted to say and it wasn’t the alcohol talking for her. The giddy smile wasn’t leaving her face as she traced his lips, and Luka felt his skin burn where it had been graced by her touch.

He knew that it was wrong. He knew it. And he knew that he had to stop her. So why was his body completely frozen? Why didn’t his mouth dare to open?

“And I really, really love you Luka”, Marinette closed her eyes and leaned in, pressing her forehead into his. Luka could feel the beat of his heart getting quicker, and he shivered as soon as the words left her mouth, his stomach twisting unpleasantly. That was too much.

He gulped, his trembling hands gently pulling her away and his body shifting further from her as much as the length of his bed allowed.

“T-tell me that when you’re sober”, he choked on his words, and he took a deep breath to gather himself.

Marinette didn’t seem to notice his change in behaviour and laughed, “But I love you now, too! And tomorrow I will be sober, but I will still love you! And I’ll tell you again. I promise!”, she blabbered, the glint in her eyes was killing him as she adjusted herself on his lap again.

“Marinette, please.”, Luka pleaded, trying to get her off him.

God, had they been in a different situation he wouldn’t have complained at all. If she had been clinging onto him sober, he would have happily carried her around, and he’d love it. And maybe he’d spend the rest of the night telling her how beautiful she was, how much he adored her costume and how dark colours suited her. Had they been in a different situation, he would’ve–

No, he wasn’t supposed to think about this now.

Luka sighed and made her settle down on his bed, taking off her shoes, “Why don’t you sleep it off? We can talk about it tomorrow”. If you still remember this.

Marinette looked at him, blinking through her long lashes, “Will you sleep with me?”.

Luka’s mouth went dry. He looked at her, her hair going in different directions on his pillow and his hand was reaching for her cheek before he realized what it was doing and pulled it away.

He looked away, trying to find something that he could do for her that didn’t involve her looking at him.

“How about I get you something more comfortable to wear?”, he asked, clearing his throat and walking to his closet.

“No, I like what I’m wearing! But if you don’t, I can take it off, you didn’t seem to like it anyway”, she said, sitting on his bed and reaching for the hem of her top.

“No no no”, Luka said quickly as he ran to her and put his hands on hers to stop her, his eyes wide.

Marinette raised her head, looking at him adoringly.

“Have your eyes always been this blue? They’re beautiful”.

Luka gulped as he felt heat rising to his cheeks, and turned his gaze away from her.

She’s drunk, there’s no way she means what she's saying. She’ll forget about it tomorrow and I can deal with this, I’m not leaving her alone.

“Wanna know something fun?”, Marinette sat back up and crossed her legs, “I really, really want to kiss you now”, her words were tangling on her tongue, but he wished he didn’t hear them since his chest started to ache.

No, he couldn’t handle this.

She was grinning at him widely, looking like she knew what she was doing, and leaned her chin on her hand, staring directly into his eyes, “Do you want to kiss me?”.

Okay, this was a bad dream, all Luka had to do was take a deep breath and ignore the beautiful girl sitting in his bed looking way too tempting for him. Then he’d wake up and everything would be fine and Marinette would still be the girl he was in love with, but she hadn’t told him that she wanted to kiss him like she really meant it.

Too bad it felt too real and he had to fight the need to kiss that stupid beautiful grin off her face for so many different reasons.

She is drunk and I would never take advantage of her.

She doesn’t really love me.

This is wrong.

Luka bit his lip until it hurt before speaking again, “You know what? I’ll do it if you tell me all this again when you’re sober”.

His eyes widened as his brain registered the words that slipped from his mouth and brought one hand to his face. That was probably the alcohol doing the talking for him as well.

The whine Marinette let out was adorable, and Luka tried to keep a straight face as she put her lips into a pout, “But I wanna kiss you now!”, she crossed her arms.

Luka shook his head, and that was enough for her to sigh and fall back on his bed, stretching out her legs on his lap after he felt safe enough to sit at the bottom of the bed.

“Fine, tomorrow I will tell you all of this, and I will tell you more! Like how I draw your face when I feel uninspired, and how I listen to you singing when I can’t sleep, and about the jacket I’m–”, Marinette stopped her rambling and brought one hand to her mouth before bursting into loud giggles, “Shhh… That’s supposed to be a secret!”.

When her laughter died down, she pressed her index to her mouth and looked at him through half-lidded eyes, “Aw, Luka, am I making you blush now?”, she whispered.

Luka let out a shaky breath and slid away from her legs, getting up.

Being alone in the same room with her had never been this hard, he pinched his nose with his fingers, begging himself to stay calm, and walked back to her. She was looking at him with tired eyes, seemingly out of energy.

“Sleep now”, he said patiently, his voice sweeter than he expected it to be as he tugged her under the covers.

Marinette let out a tired sigh as she closed her eyes, “Wait… I need to take off… Make-up”, she mumbled, and lazily waved one hand to her face.

Luka couldn’t help but chuckle at her, “Hold on, I’ll do it”, he reassured and walked to Juleka’s vanity to get the cleansing wipes for her.

He sat on the floor in front of Marinette before taking one of the wet wipes from the package and starting to remove the make up on her face with gentle strokes. She shrieked and suddenly turned her head on the other side, giggling, “It tickles!”.

Luka let out a laugh of his own as he moved the wipe to carefully clean her eyes. Marinette seemed not to be bothered by his movements and let out a content sigh, leaning towards his delicate touch and blabbering comments on how he was so nice and good and everything.

“I’m all ugly now”, Marinette whined as she watched Luka take another wipe from the package.

“You know that’s not true, Mari”, Luka said softly.

“Sei così dolce, Luka!”, she sighed happily, “Do you think I’m pretty?”

“I think you’re beautiful”, Luka couldn’t help but whisper, and if his hand lingered a little longer on her cheek, Marinette didn’t seem to complain.

“I think you’re beautiful, too!”, she chirped, but then her brows furrowed in confusion, “Wait, no… you don’t use that for men, you’re… what’s the word? Whatever, you’re very good-looking”, she laughed, “Very much good-looking”.

Luka had lost count of the times Marinette left him breathless that night, “Stay still now”, he breathed out before gently moving her face so he could take the make-up off the other part of her face. She nodded, and closed her eyes again, relaxing under his touch.

He had to use three wipes to take all the make-up off, and he had yet to remove the purple on her lips. He had avoided them carefully, knowing that if he touched them, he would have probably combusted on the spot.

Luka took a deep steadying breath before he started to wipe away the purple from her lips with a shaky hand, revealing the soft peachy colour he loved so much.

The hint of an intoxicated smile was still on her lips as he gingerly removed the last hint of purple, admiring how soft and beautiful she looked without any make-up, her bangs falling messily on her forehead only accentuated her beauty.

He switched off the light to the room with his free hand and kept his gaze on her. She hadn’t made any sound since he started taking off the make up from her lips, probably asleep by now, and Luka indulged himself in keeping the hand that was still on her lips there.

The city lights coming through the porthole made her seem ethereal, hell, she was ethereal. Luka felt at peace just by looking at her. He took a moment to memorize her features before he gathered himself and slowly pulled away his hand, but just as he did it, Marinette stuck out her tongue and licked the back of his hand.

“Marinette!”, Luka shrieked, rubbing his hand on his jeans as the girl in front of him giggled again, “Ha! I got you!”, she garbled.

Luka didn’t bother to fight the soft expression forming on his face this time, he got up and pulled the now dishevelled covers on her as her giggles died down.

“Sleep, Mari”, he whispered softly, and Marinette brought the covers close to her face, letting out a happy sigh, “’Night Lu, thank you for being soooo lovely. You’re the best”.

Luka stood silent for a moment as Marinette closed her eyes, finally drifting to sleep.

He got lost in studying her features again, and this time he wasn’t able to resist the temptation to brush her cheek with his fingers. Her skin was soft and warm and her lips were slightly parted. There was a part of him that wanted to stay with her all night, hold her and make sure that she was okay and had everything she needed. But he couldn’t, and he felt like he had taken too much from her already.

He shook himself from his thoughts and got up, heading back to the living room.

It was after he left his room that he noticed that the music wasn’t playing anymore, and the only people he found in the room were Rose and Juleka. How long did he stay in his room with Marinette?

Luka took a bag and started throwing empty bottles and cups in it, intentionally avoiding his sister’s inquisitive gaze. He stood silent as he helped the two girls tidying up, trying to force himself not to think about what happened earlier.

He was doing fine until Juleka and Rose decided they were done with the cleaning and he had to tell them that Marinette was sleeping in his bed and not wake her up. Both Luka and Juleka had to hush Rose’s excited squeals, and he had to repeat that it wasn’t how it looked like for countless times before she calmed down and stopped saying how “Alya was right!”.

Did Luka want to know what she meant with that? Not really, so he just invited his sister and her girlfriend to go to sleep. Juleka didn’t make any comment, instead took Rose's hand and pulled her away with her.

Luka kept cleaning up with the sole purpose to distract himself from the fact that the girl of his dreams was sleeping in his bed looking like a goddess and drunkenly told him that she loved him. If only that was true. He should have been feeling tired, but all he could feel was the giddiness Marinette’s words gave him.

I will still love you tomorrow

I listen to you singing when I can’t sleep

I draw you

I really want to kiss you

I love you

The sun was rising when he finally let himself collapse on the couch, not bothering to cover himself with a blanket or even check his phone for unread messages.

Marinette’s voice was still ringing in his head. There was a small part of him that hoped for her words to be true, but he knew from experience that a drunk mind didn’t always speak a sober heart. And with that in mind, he let himself fall asleep.

It took Marinette a while to understand where she was when she woke up that morning, and the comforting scent of ocean salt and musk hit her before the nausea and the headache did. And if that wasn’t enough, as soon as she realized that she was in Luka’s room, the memories of the previous night came to her mind and... Shit.

She got up from the bed and groaned when she felt her head spin so hard that she had to sit back. The tights were making her skin itchy and the skirt she was wearing had raised, leaving her legs exposed. She closed her eyes, trying to find enough strength to get up and leave. Maybe she could transform and get home, didn’t Tikki say that her powers could cure weakened bodies? That was perfect! She’d transform and she’d already feel better, then she could get home and forget about everything she did the night before and no one would ask questions.

She wouldn’t even have to confront Luka about what she said to him and he’d forget about her being stupid. She just needed to find the strength to get up and leave and– but that wouldn’t have been fair to Luka, and the least she could do was tell him that she was sorry for having been... the way that she was the night before. She took him away from someone else and he had the patience to stay with her even when she shamelessly tried to hit on him. He had been so respectful to her, he deserved at least to know that she was grateful for him taking care of her. She just needed to not look at him in the eyes and let her embarrassment sink in her stomach, she’d have the whole afternoon to loathe about it anyway. Did she really tell him that she loved him?

Oh, this was not how she planned to tell him how she felt about him! And there was someone else in his heart now!

Marinette cringed at the thought and squeezed her eyes, massaging her temples.

When she opened her eyes again, she found some folded clothes and a toothbrush on the nightstand. Did Luka leave them there after she fell asleep? She felt her cheeks heat just thinking about the way he took care of her the night before, how she leaned on his gentle touch, how he had been delicate and sweet... and how she, on the other hand, had been a complete mess.

God, she had been so stupid.

She took a deep breath before finally getting up, grabbing the clothes and going to the bathroom to change, wash her face and brush her teeth. She put on the pair of black leggings that were probably Juleka’s and the forest green sweatshirt. The sleeves covered her hands, so she had to roll them up while she tried not to focus on the fact that the sweatshirt smelled just like the bed she woke up in.

She tied her hair in a messy bun, but avoided looking in the mirror, too ashamed of the judgemental look her reflection would have given her.

There was already Tikki to do that, anyway, and just as Marinette thought about her Kwami, she appeared by her side, the glint in her eyes matching more the god of Destruction than her, “I’m glad you allowed yourself to loosen up a little”, she chimed, and Marinette groaned.

“Why didn’t you stop me? Luka probably hates me now!”, Marinette whined and sat on the edge of the bathtub, putting her head in her hands.

This was awful, and confronting Luka was going to be a complete disaster.

Tikki shook her head and floated next to Marinette’s ear, “Believe me, Marinette, he could never hate you”.

Her words didn’t seem to reassure her, and Marinette looked down, letting her hands fall on her lap. What could she say to him now?

Hey I’m sorry I love you and I had to tell you that while drunk because I can’t even look at you in the eyes for too long when I’m sober?

I’m sorry I’m stupid and you had to deal with me all night?

It wasn’t until Tikki leaned her paw on her cheek that Marinette raised her head and got up, hoping that whatever damage she had done could be fixed, or that Luka was understanding enough to give her another chance. She faced her reflection on the mirror, fixing the mess that her hair had become and taking deep breaths, mentally preparing herself for the worse. When she finally opened the door and walked to the living room, she heard music coming from the galley.

Like handprints in wet cement, she touched me it’s permanent.

Luka was standing with his back turned to her, his head was bobbing to the rhythm as he stirred something on a bowl, “I cannot hide these feelings, I'd give up everything for you”, he hummed, his voice soft and low. Marinette gulped as she looked at him moving swiftly around the galley, putting the flour away in the cupboard and cleaning the counter. His hair was mussed and the way his t-shirt stretched on his body made her blush for the thoughts running through her mind, as if the headache wasn't enough. He was still singing when he turned on the stove and the sweet smell of pancakes filled the room, and Marinette didn’t dare to make her presence known, he was too lost in the music and she was enjoying watching him more than she’d admit.

She kept admiring him as he sang along to another song and turned to put a plate full of pancakes on the table, “I swear to God, I never fall in love, then you showed up and I– Oh”, his eyes widened, and he scrambled to get the phone from his pocket to stop the music.

“You’re awake”, he stated as the room went quiet, and Marinette felt her cheeks burn. She nodded slowly and looked at her feet, biting her lip hesitantly, she couldn’t look at him in the eyes, afraid of what she could see.

“How are you feeling?”, Luka asked, there was care in his voice and Marinette wished she could disappear right in that moment.

“I’m fine”, she said, fiddling with the hem of his sweatshirt. Luka looked away from her, focusing his attention on his surroundings as he tried not to think how pretty she looked while wearing his clothes and being just herself.

“Do you feel like eating something?”, Luka broke his silence, and Marinette took a deep breath before turning her gaze on him. There was smudged make up under his eyes, and she felt her cheeks heat up again at the way he looked at her, “You’ve already done so much for me Luka, I don’t want to bother–”.

“You’re not bothering me”, Luka interrupted, and Marinette gulped as he pointed at the chair beside him and smiled at her reassuringly. She sat down and he moved the plate of pancakes to her before turning his attention to the stove, turning it back on and preparing his breakfast again. Marinette took one banana from the fruit bowl in front of her and started cutting it in slices, letting them fall on the food he’d prepared, “Eat it while it’s warm”, Luka said, putting a jar of honey and a bowl full of berries on the table.

Marinette nibbled the pancake slowly, giving Luka a grateful smile when he settled in front of her with his plate and a bottle of painkillers for her.

They ate in silence at first, and it was only when Marinette’s plate was half empty that she found the energy to speak, “Listen… Uh… About last night…”, she started, and Luka raised his head from his plate to look at her, “It’s okay, Marinette. You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to”, he said, his voice as calm as ever.

Marinette swallowed and focused back on her plate, the silence that fell between them was uneasy and unnatural from what she was used to. It wasn’t right.

She emptied her plate in silence and took the medicine, downing it with some water before daring to glance at like again. When Luka finished his breakfast, he got up to take her plate.

“No, I’ll do it”, Marinette said, taking the plate before he did and getting up just as her head started spinning again. She stumbled in front of him, and Luka promptly caught her, putting his hands on her shoulders to steady her just as he did the previous night. Marinette felt her throat go dry as she looked up at him, she could feel his breath on her skin and it took more effort than she imagined to move to the side to put their plates in the sink.

Luka stood where she’d left him, keeping his warm gaze on her.

She couldn’t bear the awkwardness that came with staying with him, that wasn’t them. Being with him was so natural, it shouldn’t have been difficult now. She could tell him how she felt and then he’d talk and he’d be gentle even if he had to break her heart and Marinette would be okay eventually, right? Even if he wanted nothing to do with her later.

She felt her heart sink just at the thought, but it didn’t stop her from placing her hands on the counter, and taking a deep breath to gather herself. Then she finally turned to him, managing to look straight into his eyes, “I need to talk to you about last night”, she said slowly.

Luka nodded and walked to her, leaning his back against the counter and looking at her in the eyes, preparing himself for what he wasn’t ready to hear.

I’m sorry, I didn’t mean what I said last night.

He gulped, trying to focus only on her instead of what was going on inside his head.

“I–“, Marinette sighed, taking another deep breath before continuing, “This is not how I expected this to go. I mean, I never had the courage to talk to you about this until yesterday, and I thought I was finally ready to tell you everything, and I dressed up hoping to catch your attention because I wanted to feel… confident. I always feel confident around you, I just– I don’t know, this sounds stupid now. But I dressed up for you, and I hoped that you would notice me…”, she looked down.

“Marinette, I–”

“Let me finish first”, Marinette requested, “You didn’t even look at me, and I saw you with someone else and you kept avoiding me, so I thought that I missed my chance. And that if she makes you happy I don’t have any right to claim you. I just– I’m sorry for how I acted, and for being so stupid and for getting in the way. But… I need you to know that I meant what I said last night, it wasn’t the alcohol doing the talking. I love you, Luka”.

Luka’s eyes widened, and his mouth dropped open. That was too much information to register at once, and he had to take a moment to just look at her and ask himself if he was dreaming again. There she was, Marinette leaving him speechless again.

“Listen, if you don’t want to talk to me anymore, I understand. I just had to tell you this once…”

“Marinette, I would never not want to talk to you”, Luka said promptly, and her mouth twisted when he looked at her. There was confusion in his eyes, and his expression seemed thoughtful.

God, he had so many things to say to her. Like how he couldn’t believe that she meant what she said, how she didn’t have to change to impress him because she was gorgeous and he could never take his eyes off her. (Yes, yesterday she blew up his mind, but that was another story and it didn’t help that someone who knew his weak spots had been hitting them all night before Marinette came to him.)

He wanted to tell her that he was sorry for avoiding her but he couldn’t bare stay in the same room as her without staring at her and how much he loved her and why would she think that he had a girlfriend in the first place?

“Do you think that if I were seeing someone, which to be clear, I’m not, I wouldn’t tell you?”, he asked.

Marinette lowered her head, “N-no… but you’ve stayed all night with that girl and you were all flustered and she’s hot and she’s just like you and I just– I assumed that you were a thing?”, she didn’t dare to say the word “girlfriend” because just the thought of it made her heart ache.

Luka couldn’t control the laugh that escaped from his lips, and Marinette raised her head to glare at him, “I’m serious Luka!”, she said, pushing him away.

That was enough for him to calm down, and his hands reached for her face, he looked at her in the eyes, amusement still clear in his voice, “You’re talking about the girl with red hair right? That’s my best friend”.

Marinette’s mouth dropped open, and her eyes widened as her mind processed the information, “Oh.”

Luka chuckled, and Marinette felt her cheeks burn so hard she had to cover her face with her hands, “I’m so sorry”, she said.

Luka was still smiling when he let his hands reach for hers and he gently pulled them away from her face, “Let me look at you, please”, he whispered, making Marinette shiver. She gulped when she faced him, the soft look in his eyes making her blush again.

His thumbs brushed the back of her hands as he looked for the words to say and comforted her at the same time.

“She was teasing me because of you”, he said eventually, “I got all stupid because I saw you and you looked so different I couldn’t stop staring at you or thinking how good you looked that I thought avoiding you was the best idea. You were mesmerizing, you always are. And you don’t have to change for me to like you because I like you the way you are. I just never expected you to wear anything close to that style so I was struck, and I started acting dumb.”, he concluded, letting out a deep breath.

Marinette’s mouth formed a small ‘o’. God, now she really felt stupid. If he wasn’t holding her hands, she would have slapped herself.

The way Luka was looking at her was making her heart pound loudly in her chest as she registered his words. He likes me. Luka likes me. Oh my God, he LIKES me.

“So… you like like me?”, she asked, hesitantly.

“I thought it was pretty clear by now”, Luka stated, taking one step towards her.

A wide grin spread on Marinette's face, and she tried to bit it down unsuccesfully. Luka didn’t turn his gaze away from her this time. Instead, he raised his hand to cup her cheek, enjoying the warmth she emanated.

“Just to make sure... You’re not mad at me for trying to hit on you while I was drunk, right?”

Luka gave her a fond smile and thumbed her cheek, “I couldn’t be even if I wanted to. Besides, you meant everything you said, right?”

Marinette blushed as she remembered all the words she said to him, but nodded, “Y-Yes...”, she breathed out, and when she looked into his eyes and saw that all of her feelings were reciprocated, she didn’t hesitate to let the words fall from her mouth again, “I love you, Luka”, and Luka answered pressing his forehead on hers, “I love you too”.

They stood in silence, enjoying each other’s presence quietly until Marinette placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned closer, “Can I kiss you now?”, she whispered, her gaze dropping to his red lips.

A wicked grin appeared on Luka’s face as he closed the distance between them, “Are you sure you’re not still drunk?”, he teased.

Marinette gasped and tried to shove him away unsuccessfully since he promptly grabbed her waist and pulled her closer, "I'm just kidding", he said, the happy smile not leaving his face.

She shook her head, but her breath caught in her throat as their eyes met again, and when he leaned in to finally kiss her, all Marinette could think about was how good his lips felt on hers.

[fantasyoverreality98]

Weather the Storm

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x MC (Casey Valentine)

Summary: Bryce and Casey go on a vacation to Hawaii a few months after the attack on the Senator.

Author’s Note: It took me a while, but here it is. This will probably be one of my last fics for the next little while, since I recently started my fourth year of university and things are just overall not very fun. Sorry for any potential typos! I’ll try my best to write a little bit, but can’t make any promises, unfortunately. Hope anyone who takes the time to read it enjoys!

Taglist: @anotherbeingsworld @aylamreads

Word Count: 1,260

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Water lapped against the shore, soaking the sand beneath her feet.

Casey stood by the ocean, arms crossed over her chest, trying her best to ignore the dread that settled deep in the pit of her stomach. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as she listened to the sound of the waves.

Sienna’s sobs echoed in her mind. The image of Rafael laying down in a hospital bed burned into her memory forever.

Danny…

The tears started before she had a chance to stop them, and she covered her mouth with one hand to muffle the sobs. It was too much. The wound too fresh.

“Case? Are you okay?” Bryce stood behind her, the knowledge of his presence enough to calm her, even if just a bit. “What’s wrong?” He stepped forward, resting a hand on the small of her back.

She shook her head, not trusting her voice to remain steady. Instead, she looked up at the water once more, trying to focus on the fact that she was alive. Despite all odds, she had survived.

“I’m fine. It’s nothing.” Casey glanced at Bryce for a moment, his face blurry through the salty tears. “I just—” She sighed, shaking her head before looking back at the waves.

Bryce wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her to his side. His warmth reminded her that she wasn’t alone, releasing some of the tension in her body as she leaned against him.

Casey shifted, sniffling as she turned to face Bryce. He looked down at her, brushing some hair out of her face when they made eye contact. She pressed her lips together for a moment, letting out a shaky breath before she wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged him against her.

“I love you,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his neck.

He shivered at the touch, hugging her tighter. “I love you, too. So, so much.”

Never, not in a million years, would she grow tired of hearing him say those words. They filled her with hope every time he said them.

She leaned back, pausing for just a moment before placing her hands on his face, pulling him down for a kiss.

“Why don’t we go swimming for a bit? I can even teach you how to surf,” Bryce said once he’d broken off the kiss, looking down at her with a grin. “It’ll be really fun. I have a feeling you’ll be a pro in no time.”

Casey laughed, gripping his arms as she pulled away to look up at him. “That seems very unlikely, but a swim sounds great right now.”

The first few weeks after the incident at the hospital had left Casey terrified to step into any hospital rooms. Ethan advised her to take a break for a while, and after a while, she finally managed to set foot in the room of her first patient in weeks.

Now, three months later, it was finally time to get a proper break. She missed working, but also felt tremendous relief that she’d been granted time for a little vacation.

“Come over here, there’s something I want to show you!” Bryce’s voice echoed over the water, his excited grin enough to pull her out of the past again. “You can use my board!”

Smiling, Casey walked into the ocean, swimming out to where Bryce was sitting on his surfboard. He helped her up and pointed back to the beach.

“This used to be my favorite place to come when I was in high school. The beach was always a way to escape from everything that happened back at home.” His breath was warm on her neck, and she sighed as she leaned back against him.

Bryce wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. Were it not for his support the past few months, Casey wasn’t entirely sure she would have been able to cope. The two of them had been sleeping in the same bed since the night after she was free to leave the hospital. At this point, they practically lived together.

“Thank you for showing me,” Casey whispered, shifting to look up at him as she rested her head on his chest.

With a grin, Bryce looked down at her, brushing some wet strands of hair from her face. “I’ve been dreaming of taking you here for a while. Do you like it?”

“I love it.” She glanced back at the beach again before turning her head to peer at the water.

It wouldn’t be long before the sun set. Bryce tried to encourage her to try out surfing, but she decided to head back to the shore and watch him instead. Casey laughed when he wiped out on a wave after a few minutes, disappearing under the water a moment before his head surfaced within seconds.

When Bryce got back to shore, the sun was starting to set, the sky growing darker. He pulled Casey to his side as he plopped down beside her in the sand. The two of them were quiet for a while, watching as a kaleidoscope of colors reflected over the water.

“I really appreciate you showing me your favorite beach,” Casey whispered once the sun had set. She turned to face Bryce, hating that he would see the unshed tears shining in her eyes. “I really don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Memories of the night of the funeral plagued her mind. Seeing Bryce break like that had marked a shift in their relationship. It seemed both of them had decided that after that, there was no point in wasting time anymore. Casey told him that she loved him a few days later, and he’d immediately said it back.

Bryce tugged her even closer when she shivered, wrapping his arms tightly around her. “You have no idea how much you mean to, Casey.” She felt him shaking, and turned to see that he looked at her with tears in his eyes.

Neither of them spoke, instead leaning in until their lips brushed. Tears started to stream down her face as she thought about Danny and Bobby again. Every time it seemed like the wound had healed over, thoughts of that day sliced even deeper than before.

Some of the tears trailed down to their lips, the salt laced with an unspoken bitterness. Casey took a deep breath, tugging Bryce closer, holding onto him as if he would disappear if she let go. His warm hands on her body was enough to keep her grounded, to remind her that she was still alive.

“Come on, we should head back to the hotel.” Bryce pulled away, grinning at her through the tears that still shone in his eyes. “I’m taking you back here in the morning, and you’re going to learn how to surf.”

Casey laughed when he stood up and reached down to grab her hands, pulling her to her feet. “That’s going to end in disaster. I can tell you that much right now.”

“I’ll be right there beside you, it’ll be great.” Bryce winked, quickly wiping away the few remaining tears from both of their faces before he took her hand in his and started to walk.

As the two of them made their way back to the hotel, Casey thought about the events that had led up to this moment. She wished more than anything that none of it had happened. But right now, with Bryce by her side, she knew that, somehow, everything would be okay.

[hemera989]

Hello~!

Hi there! I’m Alex, and I thought I should do an introductory post! This will mainly be background on myself as a writer, and the fanfics I have posted and are currently updating (ɔ◔‿◔)ɔ ♥ 

I have been writing for 8+ years now, through fanfics, original writing, and various roleplays throughout the years! I’ve written for a dozen or so fandoms (Including Naruto, BNHA, D. Gray Man, The Arcana, Soul Eater, FMA, Danny Phantom, Homestuck, etc!) but the main fandom that I write for these days is Blue Exorcist/Ao no Exorcist! I post most of my fanfics on ao3 under the name SidewaysClarinet.

In this post, I’ll be listing the stories I have up and running so far, as well as listing my social media below if you’d like to follow! Fanfic titles are also click-able, and link you to ao3, where they’re posted!

~CHAPTERED FICS~

Through Rose Colored Glasses

Genre: Action, mystery, hurt/comfort, angst

Pairing: Gen/No exwire ships (focus is mainly plot and action), Kirigakure Shura/Original Female Character, Past Fujimoto Shiro/Yuri Egin

Number of Chapters: 10/?

Update schedule: Sundays

Summary: “By some miracle, Shiro wakes up after being possessed by Satan and finds himself alive- sore, missing a few fingers, but alive.The only one who knows what happened that night is Rin himself, and he wants to take Rin's word for it when his son says that Satan abandoned his body to save it for later. However, the threads of Rin's tale are quickly unraveling, and people are becoming more suspicious. There's something not making sense about Shiro's survival, about the Kurikara, the truth of the night he was possessed. The forces of Gehenna and Assiah alike are demanding answers, and when their damning fingers turn to Rin himself, the lies begin falling apart to reveal something far darker underneath.”

Also includes collection of outtakes!

Brother Mine

Genre: Psychological horror, angst, hurt/comfort, Yukio-centric

Pairing: Gen/None

Number of chapters: 1/?

Update schedule: None

Summary: “Okumura Yukio is 18 years old, and he is a murderer. Of course, no one will call him that. 'You did the world a favor', they tell him. 'Got rid of the pest', they tell him. 'He wasn't human, so it doesn't count, not really', they tell him. He was the good boy, who saved the world from his no good, waste of space, demon spawn brother. But he is a murderer. And he knows that this is his penance.“

~DRABBLE COLLECTION~

vignettes and snapshots

This is a collection of ship drabbles that I have written! Updates are also infrequent, but I am open to requests!

books: Kamiki Izumo/Moriyama Shiemi, ‘The girls fall asleep reading their favorite romance novel together.’

bathtub: Fujimoto Shiro/Yuri Egin, ‘Yuri and Shiro talk about moving out together.’

bite: Fujimoto Shiro/Yuri Egin, ‘Yuri gets her fingers bitten, and Shiro thinks she’s being a baby about it.’

hair: Arthur Auguste Angel/Lewin Light, ‘Lewin likes coddling Arthur a little more than he lets on.’

swipe right: Godaiin Sei/Okumura Rin, ‘Godaiin panics and rejects Rin on Tinder, unaware that his old classmate is watching from behind him.’

~ONESHOTS~

Though I don’t have many posted now, this is an ever growing and expanding list! I write oneshots mainly when the urge strikes me, and post them at random (─‿‿─)

first time for everything, right?

Genre: NSFW/smut

Pairing: Fujimoto Shiro/Yuri Egin

Word count: 3,285 words

Summary: ‘Shiro didn’t know how Yuri managed to convince him into trying this- bottoming, of all things -but he can’t exactly say that he regretted it.’

just one more try

Genre: Silly fluff, romance, fantasy AU

Pairing: Okumura Yukio/Shima Renzou

Word count: 6,593 words

Summary: ‘ From the second Shima saw that handsome adventurer in the white clothes and dark-framed glasses, he was enthralled. He knew he just had to do it- he had to get a date with the guy! But getting the adventurer to look at him was harder than it seemed, and it would take the combined efforts of himself, and the other (reluctant) demon generals to finally get that pretty boy to look his way!’

Though this is the list of what I have now, there is always more to come! I have many fics in the making, chapters to update, and ideas to flesh out, but thank you for your time and for reading!

[smolbeandrabbles]

Kiss Me Slowly - Danny Rayburn x Reader (Bloodline)

GIF CREDIT: X

Author’s Note: A little reimagining of an original scrapped plotline of mine  Heavily inspired by that pier scene in Season 1 Episode 1.  😉

This fic was supposed to be something else but then it pulled me this way... And I wrote a portion of it twice. So, this isn’t what I set out to write, but I love it just the way it is 😊

Kiss Me Slowly - Parachute Lovin’ On You - Luke Combs 

Disclaimer: Bloodline characters not mine / Lyrics not mine / gifs not mine

Premise: Danny asks you to the Keys for the 45th Anniversary party. You’d be fine to go along with the ‘fake dating’ idea... if you weren’t already harbouring a crush. And, as you’re about to find out, you’re not the only one... 

Words: 5698

Warnings: swearing / sexual banter /drinking

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Stay with me, baby stay with me, Tonight don't leave me alone. Walk with me, come and walk with me, To the edge of all we've ever known. I can see you there with the city lights Fourteenth floor, pale blue eyes. I can breathe you in. Two shadows standing by the bedroom door, No, I could not want you more than I did right then, As our heads leaned in. Stay with me, baby stay with me, Tonight don't leave me alone. He shows me everything he used to know, Picture frames and country roads, When the days were long and the world was small. He stood by as it fell apart, Separate rooms and broken hearts, But I won't be the one to let you go. Oh, I'm not sure what this is gonna be, But with my eyes closed all I see Is the skyline, through the window, The moon above you and the streets below. Hold my breath as you're moving in, Taste your lips and feel your skin. When the time comes, baby don't run, just kiss me slowly Oh, I'm not sure where this is gonna go, But in this moment all I know... --- 

Danny Rayburn. What could you say about him? Too much. Not enough. He wasn’t a man you knew well – not as well as you wanted to. He was friends with your friends – which is how you’d first met him; kicking around on a sofa as you were leaving their house. He’d automatically got the wrong idea, and once you’d practically slapped a man you barely knew and profusely denied it, he’d turned into a terrible flirt. You wished you weren’t but you were kinda into it, and on occasion you would end up in his restaurant. Most of the time on real dates – where Danny would grab you afterwards for a run-down of how terrible the guy was, depending on what he ordered, or how he ate, or how he talked to you – or the way he chose to, or not to, split the bill. Apparently Danny was an expert – you automatically got to throw this back in his face, because he never seemed to be dating anyone. Which is why he turned up on your doorstep suddenly. Danny wanted you to be his ‘date’ to the 45th anniversary of his parents Inn. He thought you’d be best suited, and someone that his parents might actually like – which you almost took offense too, as if that was the only reason he was asking. But Danny explained that you weren’t just the first, but the only choice. And you wanted him so badly, that even when standing in the doorway scolding him, you knew the answer was going to be yes. Maybe he liked you too, maybe that was secretly why he was asking, but Danny Rayburn just didn’t want to admit it. You made a joke about it being time to meet his parents – but he didn’t laugh, in fact he seemed pretty nervous about it, so it didn’t take just one ‘yes’. You had to tell him you’d go, and then when he lit up and asked you if you were sure half a dozen times, you had to keep reassuring him. In fact you were looking forward to it yourself, Danny didn’t really talk about his family and the inn – at least not positively – but it sounded like a place you wouldn’t mind spending a vacation. And you hadn’t been to the Keys in a while.

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When the day came around Danny was there before you; it wasn’t like you’d made plans to arrive together, but you had to finish a work shift before talking a few days off. Your packed bag was sitting in your car – and all you had to do was change out of your uniform before you were flying down the highway. You made pretty good time. Meaning you might still get the opportunity to be shown around, or to chill, before you’d have to get ready for the party. What you were greeted by as you pulled up the driveway wasn’t anywhere close to what you expected – the house itself was huge and gorgeous, in pure white and blue, your eyes must have been as wide as saucers because the next thing you knew someone was approaching your car and laughing. “You look a little out of your depth-! You never been here before-?! Considering your timing, I’d have questions!” You turned to him; “Uh, N-No… Danny invited me down for the weekend.” He looked slightly taken aback “Danny-!? Oh! I see!” you were glad he did because you didn’t, “Well, I’m Manny and I work here – I’ll take your things to your cabin and park your car up… What’s your name?” You blinked at him a couple of times like you weren’t hearing what you clearly were; a valet service!? - Danny should have better prepared you for this!!! “…Uh, Sure.” You hopped out of your car, and held out your keys “I’m F/N L/N…” “Well,” Manny laughed, “Welcome to Rayburn House, Y/N! Enjoy your stay-!” He jerked his thumb over his shoulder, “Everyone’s out back-!” You thanked him, and found yourself wandering around the outside of the massive guest house – you could already hear the sea and taste the salt in the air. Well if this wasn’t a place to die for, you weren’t sure what was. And Manny was right, you probably looked so out of your depth and also more than just a little lost because of course you didn’t recognise anyone, heck you didn’t even know what any of his family even looked like. So right now this felt like an extremely bad idea and part of you wanted to scramble back to your car and hide. Luckily, the man who invited you was also your saviour, and came racing across the dunes and grass just as you started to get funny looks. “Y/N!!” His yell of your name wasn’t exactly subtle either, almost like he was desperate to prove you existed. Danny’s sprint slowed to a jog, but he still grabbed you and you found yourself hoisted off the floor and into his arms. You laughed, and threw your own around him, glad to be reunited with the only person you knew so quickly. “Danny!” You squeezed him tight before he let you back to the floor, still holding you, “You got some explaining to do-!” “Eh, well, I…” He threw his arms wide, “I don’t think I could have accurately described it, you’d have needed to see it for yourself.” “I feel like I’m gonna be pretty underdressed.” You folded your arms, raising your eyebrows in significance, but Danny only scoffed; “Yeah, you’re talking to me, though. So don’t you worry about it.” He grinned, “Drink? In fact come with me…” He took your hand in his and your heartrate spiked, was he going for the ‘fake girlfriend’ thing? Because you weren’t sure you’d survive if he decided that meant he could kiss you. “I managed to wrangle you a good cabin, you’re not in three, and trust me you don’t want to be in three…” He led you into the house – and despite the breeze outside, the shade was cooling respite. “How was your trip?” Danny let your hand go and counted the keys hanging on the wall behind reception “AH, here’s you.” “It was a pretty good drive, yeah. How was yours?” He grimaced, “I mean it’s the bus right, how good can it be…” Then changed the subject, “Would you like a drink?” “Lemonade is fine.” He gave you a look that told you you could do better than that, “What?” “Lemonade?” “I said what I said.” He raised his eyebrows, “You know you don’t have to pay, right?” “I’ll drink enough tonight – thank you very much!” He smirked, “Well I’d hope so!” But then indicated over his shoulder, “Half of them are already plastered – you’re fine.” You scoffed, following him through into a quiet restaurant area; “I’d rather not be when I have to meet your parents for the first time.” Danny swept behind the bar, grabbing a glass and a bottle, and pouring; “You’re making this sound rather serious.” You spluttered, “You’re the one sweeping me off my feet and holding my hand.” His eyes held yours for significantly longer than they should have, inquisitive about your particular phrasing, and you felt yourself getting hot again. Considering Danny’s personality he didn’t push it, but you thought he might. Instead he crossed back to you and held your drink out; “Here.” He said gently, “Come on, I guess I better give you the tour and introduce you to some people before they think we’re up to something…” “Up to something?” You questioned before you could stop yourself, taking a sip – it was good lemonade and judging by the bottle he’d poured it from, homemade. “Yeah,” His smirk was back as he turned to you, “Making out or something…” Now he was just making you blush on purpose. You followed him back out into the hallway, and paused midway through your next sip, eyes flicking to the wall. You found yourself presented with many pictures of a family. His, you guessed. Very nearly floor to ceiling photographs, postcards and memorabilia; “Woah-!” You breathed, tracing over them again and again, before stepping forward to take a closer look at them. Danny brought himself closer to you, hands in his pockets. “OH yeah, that’s us.” He suddenly sounded very weary and you were sure he wasn’t about to want to start a conversation on this. But you were intrigued… and flicked from photograph to photograph before pointing at one in particular; “I assume that’s you?” “Uh huh.” Although he wore a slight grin, “Congratulations, Sherlock.” “Well.” You tapped the darker haired boy, “You could be that one.” “That’d be John.” “John.” You repeated, “John, Meg… Kevin?” and turned to him to check you were right, he nodded; “Sally and Robert.” “And Danny. I think he’s the most important.” You said it seriously, but he chuckled, “Aw’right, you’re good at this.” He nudged your arm, and for a moment turned slightly bashful. You didn’t think you’d seen a look like that on Danny before – and it surprised you, but you liked it. Suddenly you had yourself wondering how many times you could get something like that out of him this weekend. “And you grew up in this house?” “Yup.” He nodded, “I mean, I know what it looks like to you. You must wonder why I complain so much about it right?” His eyes moved over the wall, but you knew Danny wasn’t really looking at anything. “A little. But you have your reasons, you don’t need to tell me them. I believe you if you say you didn’t like it here.” His smile was thin, “Yeah. That’s an understatement…” Voice quiet as he sighed again, this time in discontent, before he took your hand back in his, eager to once again quickly change the subject; “Come on! No good staring at what they used to look like – you gotta meet ‘em as they are now!” But you pulled him back; “Danny – If I’m about to go meet them, you need to level with me here. You never really talk like you like them, I mean what do you want me to do!?” He sighed, looking back to the activities taking place outside; “I’m just… not my family’s biggest fan.” That much you knew, “So I’d quite like it if you didn’t tell me how brilliant you thought they all were… and, I guess I’d just like you to be careful around ‘em, and with what they say. They like being nice… My experience in this house just wasn’t.” You nodded, and squeezed his hand a little tighter to reassure him you’d do exactly that, “Okay. Well, I’m ready. Let’s meet ‘em.” Everything was okay until it came around to the ‘how did you meet’ question - because that wasn’t a story you were particularly fond of recalling, let alone telling anyone else about. Luckily you were a quick thinker and managed to spin another story of “meeting through friends” that wasn’t shy from the truth, but skirted it. Danny simply nodded along, but by the fourth asking of that question he’d adopted it as his own version of the truth. You seemed to have a good understanding – and knew each other well enough to play off yourselves. You supposed that looked like good chemistry to everyone else. John and his wife Diana were the nicest, Ben and Janey were their children and were also very sweet. You liked Meg and Marco, and Belle, and Sally also. At least Danny seemed to be surrounded by nice women – but you also remembered what he’d said and kept it at the forefront of your mind at all times. You trusted his judgement – and made sure to keep your hand in his as much as possible. Afterall, if he knew it or not, Danny was giving you your ultimate fantasy. But he knew who to bring you to – and what to say; he kept you comfortable, meaning you were warming to people, the situation, and dare you say actually having a great time. And he was laughing and happy, which you wanted to see most of all. However, you figured by time you all sat down for dinner the drinks he’d been bringing you were getting significantly stronger. And although you didn’t chide him for this, you knew one thing – it could go either way.

 *** You still felt a little lost, and maybe a little undeserving of being on the top table at dinner; but the girls made sure you were looked after, and Danny kept his arm around the back of your chair. All things considered, the earlier part of the evening played out smoothly, the speeches were short and polite with good natured jokes – and although you felt maybe there should be, with what Danny had been saying, the tension was low. You hoped it’d stay that way, because things seemed to be going good for him – considering the side you were coming to this from, that was all you really cared about. He noticed you were being careful with the drinking – but also that you’d started to get pretty giggly, and your face was a little flushed. That only made Danny smile as he got to watch you begin to relax around his family and be yourself; he’d never really thought about the potential of you actually getting together – but he found watching you now that it probably wouldn’t be such a bad thing. After all, he couldn’t think of anyone else ever that his family had approved of – just look at what they’d tried to do to Eve.

It therefore didn’t take long for him to coax you onto the dancefloor once they began to let the music play a little louder and everyone tried to claim their spots in the sand, beach bar in full flow. At first the dancing was good natured, you weren’t too close, about an appropriate gap between you, and all you wanted was a good time. You threw jokes between you and you got to hear him laugh more, and Danny when he really laughed was infectious; you could never help but to laugh along.

Standing to one side with mason jars (at this point you’d given up guessing what kind of alcohol, and how much you’d put in your system) Danny was a little closer, his arm across the part of the bar you were leaning your back against. Every so often his fingertips would brush your skin and your breathing would hitch; best believe he noticed that. And as you continued to talk and he leant in a little closer with every sentence, he began to formulate a plan in his head. John and Diana coming over to check on you provided him the perfect excuse to escape; and as he did so Danny’s lips brushed against your cheek. Were you a little more sober you’d have probably killed him right then and there; in your state, your string of words halted and your eyes flew wide. What the hell was he trying to do, kill you-!? When he came back your conversation was midflow; Danny wouldn’t have cared anyway but he cared even less now, taking your hand in his and tugging you. “Y/N! Lets go-!” “Wh- Go where?!” He tossed his head towards the ‘dancefloor’ “Come on!” “AGAIN-!?” You weren’t sure that was such a good idea, and you looked to John and Diana for help – none was really given, they were too busy laughing at you. “Yeah-! C’mon! I picked a song!” “You-?!” God, this can only end bad. You sighed “…Okay, okay…” But he barely gave you a chance to deposit your glass, before he was dragging you across the sand. Danny didn’t just want you to dance with him, though, Danny wanted close dancing. Pulling your hips to his, he kept his hands there and you blushed; “D-Danny!” “Hush, it’ll be okay. C’mon, dance with me.” You would protest that you already had, but your brain was just about fried, and you sighed instead, winding your arms around his neck. You bit your lip gently, dreading what song was going to start playing, and then almost laughed; “Luke Combs?!” “Something wrong with that-!?” “Lovin’ on you… Oh, God, okay-!” “Better not be anything wrong…” You didn’t realise it was possible for Danny to pull you closer, but he managed it, voice lowered to a growl against your ear that made you gasp. “No. It’s an interesting choice is all…” You swallowed hard; all too aware now of how much of him was pressed up against you; skin tingling at the feeling of him and his clothing. “Uh huh…” You noticed also that his hands were now a little more inappropriately placed as he swayed his hips with yours, and you were biting your lips harder, pushing your forehead against his as you moved your bodies in time with the music. His stare was a little intense but you were intoxicated by it, and if Danny was going to look at you that way, then you wanted his eyes on you all night. I like a Friday night slow ride, Brooks & Dunn B-side Hit rewind, spin it again. I like a strong shot of whiskey, the way a Marlboro hits me… It was unsurprising that Danny had also chosen this song for a reason, and you moved your hands from his neck, to his shoulders, sliding them to his biceps. You looked away from his eyes for a moment just to focus on anything these – the feel of him against you like this, and how you moved together perfectly. You couldn’t help your smile, and before long you were practically beaming. Wanting something like this wasn’t anything like it actually happening, but it could still have felt wrong. But it didn’t. It didn’t and you were elated - you didn’t miss his chuckle at watching you light up either. Danny’s hand moved up your back to hold you, so he could dip his head, kissing your cheek again, before pressing a couple into your neck. And this time when you gasped you did sound elated. But I’m in love, lovin’ on you I feel that rush soon as you walk in a room I can't get enough of you, honey, you're right on the money I'm a junkie for your midnight moves I'm in love, lovin' on you You could barely keep it together enough to nudge him, but the niggle of how appropriate this was when his parents, and siblings (not to mention God knows how many others he knew), were here at least was still screaming at the back of your brain. He pulled back, eyes questioning – you gave him a simple shake of your head, not a No just a Not Now - but the affirmation that you still wanted him had you holding him closer; the wind of your arms around him and the way you placed your head to his, the way Danny leant into you, his fingers gripping the fabric of your dress at least told you both one thing – maybe you were only half lying here. You weren’t together, but you probably both wanted to be. You had chemistry and you thought with the way you were dancing that didn’t just end with your personalities – but physical chemistry too. The song was ending, you knew that, but now your hands were on the collar of his shirt and as he pulled you to him once more you had to push up on your toes. His lips were on yours and the kiss was hard – hands moving from your back, up and into your hair just to keep you against him. But Danny needn’t have worried, you didn’t want to let him go. I can't get enough of you, honey, you're right on the money… I'm in love, lovin' on you 

 But then you couldn’t keep your hands off each other, and you ran hand in hand giggling from the party pretty soon after that. One kiss wasn’t enough, and you should have known that when you were pulling each other in, but over here it was quiet and dark and you didn’t think anyone from the party was going to come looking for you. Danny pushed you up against one of the palm trees, lips on yours, hands on your thighs and climbing, you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him ever closer as you made out – you were pretty sure you’d have some interesting bruises along your jawline, neck and collar bone in the morning but you didn’t care. He raised your body, but still had you pinned, hands under your dress now and cupping your ass. You shivered against him, and weren’t sure it wasn’t in anticipation – although again, something in the back of your mind nagged you. Even when you were intent on sighing his name. “Come with me…” He whispered it, “Come back to my room, Y/N… Come on…” Your breath hitched again, and the sigh against his lips was low; “Danny…” “Come on… No-one’s gonna know, come with me… please…” He dropped you back to the floor, tugging your hand. “Danny I…” “-Or we can go to yours, I don’t have a preference, but God, Y/N, baby… I just… I need you-!” You had no doubt at that, you could feel him when he was this close. But fear sparked inside you – he needed you now when he was drunk and desperate, and he’d just called you “baby”. What if he or you woke up tomorrow in each other’s arms and declared it all a huge mistake. No, you wouldn’t let him break your heart that way. “Danny, no. No! Please! Stop-! Wait! Listen to yourself!” “What-!?” He looked the most confused you’d ever seen him, “Don’t you want me-!? Wh…Why-!?” “Danny… Danny…” You laced your fingers with his to convince him that you DID want him; “I do… you have no idea how much I want you – but we’re drunk, this is not gonna end well!” “W-I.. I don’t understand.” You pulled him back you your lips on his once more, “Of course I want you… But I want to know that we are not going to wake up in the morning and regret it.” “Regret it?” He repeated, and you watched his face change dramatically; it hit you a little late that this man had probably spent a fair portion of his life being told his wasn’t wanted, and regret was a staple word. Your eyes flicked back to the party - and you wondered how many of them were back there. You pulled Danny back, kissing him again before he had a chance to say anything else, and you held him there. You squeezed his hands tight, lips gentle and sweet as you kissed the tip of his nose, and finally his forehead before settling back in the sand. “…Danny…” You held his face in your hands, “Listen to me, I want this… like you want this… but I’m just a little scared of what might happen after it.” Then you hesitated before taking the same leap he just had, “Baby, clear your head…” then you brushed your lips to his again, “And then we can think about meeting in your room.” You stepped back a few paces, holding his gaze to make sure he hadn’t misunderstood you. It was a long pause, but finally he blinked and like a shot of clarity, he nodded. And you knew Danny did understand (although he probably wouldn’t want to wait too long). You said goodnight and turned to walk back to your cabin, with him watching you go – but you didn’t get very far before you raced back, grabbing him into one last hot kiss. This time when you stepped back he was biting his lip; and those dark rimmed eyes were threatening to get the better of you again. You lowered your gaze, blushing, and this time when you said goodnight it was timid. And you knew as you turned away from him this time, that you’d just left a triumphant smirk on Danny Rayburn’s face.

*** You had a coffee in your hand as you opened up the door to your cabin the morning after the party – it had been a heavy night, but you didn’t feel too bad – you’d got out of dodge when you knew it was starting to get messy. You’d left Danny with nothing more than a (possibly) alcohol fuelled goodnight kiss, luckily you’d been just about sober enough to stop it from becoming anything else. But that man was temptation – and now he knew it. And he also knew you wanted to act on it now, which was even more dangerous. You wrapped yourself in a shawl - dark blue and white tie dye - it wasn’t particularly cold but the breeze off the sea gave the air a little chill, and you wanted to sit out with your coffee this morning. Although as you looked out on the horizon you didn’t even get to take a sip. But instead of standing around staring like everyone else, you immediately turned around and ran back inside. Danny Rayburn was lying on his front out on their pier. You assumed conscious, and sleeping – but judging by everything else rough night didn’t even cover it. He was naked; and even from all the way over here you could trace the curvature of his spine, and the definition of his muscles. He had strong arms and strong calves. You bit your lip gently; that brag of ‘strongest swimmer in the Keys’ probably wasn’t too far off the truth – you appreciated that Danny was an older guy, but he was toned and built well; you couldn’t fault that. You tore your eyes from him and looked back to the house, the crowd was only getting bigger; and now his mother was out on the grass. You found yourself glaring at them, immediately feeling for him; Oh yeah, like you haven’t had rough evenings where you wake up not knowing how the hell anything happened. You didn’t like that they were all clearly gossiping too – and you pushed yourself from the steps and across the sand. Oh, Danny… You almost ran the whole distance, hopping up onto the pier – he was at least breathing, you could tell that much. “Danny…” Your voice was gentle, “Danny…” You crouched first, then stretched your legs out, brushing your hand over his shoulder gently; “…Danny… are you awake?” “MMmmmm…” It wasn’t really a yes - more a grumpy noise to let you know he wasn’t a fan of being woken up at all. You pulled your shawl from around yourself and covered his body strategically – you weren’t about to give them something to keep talking about. You kept your hand on his shoulder for a minute. He wasn’t as cold as you were – sun already working on removing the chill from his body. You scanned the dunes for his clothes – but nothing, you’d worry more about that later. “Don’t move… you don’t have to move…” You ran a hand through his hair, tacky like he’d been swimming, and kept your voice low and gentle; “…Just let yourself wake up…” You wanted to, badly, but didn’t end up shooting a look back to the house. This was about you and him. Laying down on the pier on your back you sighed, and propped the bottle of water between you, and the pill packet. Danny shuffled around, groggily, attempting to push himself up onto his hands. You reached out to touch his arm; “No… No, no, just lie there… drink that, take this! Trust me you’ll feel better.” “Mhm.” He still wasn’t quite to full words, but fell back onto his front, twisting his head to you, before opening his eyes. You continued to look at the sky, trying not to blush at the thought that all that really separated you from his body was a thin rectangle of tie-dye fabric. It took Danny a few attempts to speak, but he finally croaked out a single word; “Why?” “Hush. And take your pill – drink too…” You looked across to him, “Your voice seems a little dry.” “Haha.” Although his laugh seemed to turn into a coughing fit “Okay, I deserved that.” You smiled, “Keep still. It’ll be okay…” This is really not comfortable…” He grumbled, “I’m just gonna…” Several joints clicked as he rolled onto his side, pulling your shawl with him and then onto his back, tying it around his waist like a towel. You chuckled, placing your hands behind your head and closing your eyes as he sighed gently, “That’s better…”

Danny watched you curiously – you’d left that question unanswered, and it was an answer he wanted to know. Last night was cloudy, but he remembered the feel of your body against his, the taste of your lips. How he wanted more than anything to pull you upstairs, or for you to pull him to your cabin. How you were far too sensible for that; but still might have given in if you were a little more drunk. Maybe it was best you weren’t though – Danny didn’t want you to wake up and regret him. He breathed out rather suddenly, finding that thinking about you was making heat rush to places that he’d rather it didn’t when he was essentially wearing nothing. He shuffled again, wondering how he was supposed to live this down – and glanced back to you; against his own advice, his eyes traced your body. Fuck! Danny! Stop! Don’t be a fucking idiot! You cracked open an eye and looked back to him; “If you tie it between your legs and around it’ll look a little like shorts, which’ll do before we can get you back to the house.” “You’ve done this before right?!” You grinned, “I’m just trying to help you.” “Uh huh…” he pulled his legs up and did as you’d said. Okay, very loose-fitting shorts, but he got the gist. And you were right, it would work. Danny smiled; “You’re really something you know?” Then smirked – and you flushed again before he’d even said anything; “But I wasn’t exactly hoping this was how you’d see me naked for the first time.” You very nearly choked; “Well, you were on your front so I…” “I can take this off if you’d rather.” “DANNY-!” You covered your face, but you knew it was already too late, you were bright red. He laughed – that clear bright loud laugh he had that you liked hearing so much. “Just shut up and drink your water!” “Well, can I sit up to do that, I don’t fancy taking a pill whilst lying on my back…” You pulled yourself up and held your hand out for his; “You gonna be okay doing that?” “I think…” But Danny let you help him upright – and then steady him; “God, that musta been really… really rough. Damn, I’m sorry.” “I had a good time…” You assured him gently, and rubbed his arm, “Don’t you worry…”

He picked up the bottle and sat in silence for a moment to take the medication, and you continued to rub his arm. You focused on his face, how the sun had brought out the freckles on his face and was highlighting the blue in his eyes. That blue was always so gorgeous, but against the backdrop of the sea in this sunlight it was something almost indescribable. You’d fallen for Danny a long time ago, you knew, all that desperate flirting – the way he’d tell you no one was good enough for you. Friendly but not friends, not friends enough to think you were going to ruin anything by making a move. And hadn’t the moves already been made last night? You wanted to call him yours, you wanted him to call you ‘mine’. Danny very nearly finished the water before he placed it back down on the wooden decking. And again sat for a moment in contemplation, knees up, resting his arms across them, chin on his arms - before taking a deep breath and turning back to you. He’d attempt that all important question one last time; “Why are you taking care of me!?” You smiled; “When I was younger I’d come home in any state, sleep on the couch… my dad always had a feel good pill and a bottle of water for me…” He wasn’t sure that was exactly the answer he was looking for, or a real answer. But then you tilted your head and your little smile grew; “I like you, Danny! It pays to be a nice person… Doesn’t it?” He stared at you, thinking like barely covered it – before laying his hand over yours, still resting on his arm. “Y/N… I…” He thought about hesitating, but you were both leaning into each other. You were aware you still had a small audience, but all you could really think was fuck them! Your lips touched, and you closed your eyes, grasping him tighter – a hangover kiss as a hangover cure? But sober, this wasn’t happening because alcohol was influencing it. You didn’t want to let go, and you didn’t want Danny to stop kissing you and soon his hands were in your hair and all you could think about was him pushing up against you the night previous. His sharp intake of breath told you that you weren’t the only one thinking it and he pulled away with a bashful laugh. “Geez, I’m sorry…” But you couldn’t help but giggle along, blush dusting your cheeks as your attempted to his in his arm; “It’s… okay. You’re not the only one.” That had him smirking again, which was exactly what you wanted “Ah, I bet not.” Your eyes met once more, and you had a funny feeling that you weren’t going to get away with staying out of his room for much longer... But you might just let him steal your heart.

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