#CAOS masterlist

[another-fantasy-world]

𝘾𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘼𝙙𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙎𝙖𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙖

Sabrina Spellman

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Zelda Spellman

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Madam Satan / Lilith

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Prudence Blackwood

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Dorcas Night

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Agatha Night

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Weird Sisters

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#CAOS Masterlist #Flors Collection

[epiphanyfics]

Masterlist/Request Info

Hi! Welcome to my blog! Below you'll find information on what I write, and what I don't write. As well as the fandoms I write for! Before continuing, remember that my fanfics may contain some NSFW content from time to time. Anything that contains NSFW content will be labeled as such, along with relevant CWs. If you are a minor, or uncomfortable with that type of content, I advise you to click away now! My list probably looks a little empty right now, because this is a new account, but I (try to) update often!

What I write: Romance, some NSFW, a whole lot of fluff. Will write most kinks besides what is listed on my "do not write" list. I prefer writing f!reader or nb!reader/gn!reader, but can do any depending on the vibe.

What I don't write: Noncon, feet, piss, scat, romance or NSFW involving any children/those under 18. (Note: I can, and most likely will add to this list in the future. This is just off the top of my head.)

How to request: Go to THIS LINK (or to my ask box!) and write your request. Please include any information you think I should know about your request! Feel free to suggest a fandom or character that is not included on my masterlist, this is just stuff I intend to get to!

Click "Keep Reading" to see what fandoms and characters a write for, as well as a list of all of my currently published works!

Wednesday/The Addams Family

Larissa Weems

Killing Me Softly (Larissa Weems/f!reader) (NSFW)

Our Own Private World (Larissa Weems/gn!reader)

Morticia Addams

Nothing yet!

Doctor Who

Thirteenth Doctor

Nothing yet!

Yasmin Kahn

Nothing yet!

NOTE: I have only recently started watching. I started on S11, and I'm on S12 now. I know some, but not all, of the previous lore/events. Already having a great time with this show, and would love to write some neat stuff for it, but bare with me while I get my footing in this fandom.

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Ambrose Spellman

The Morning After. (Drabble) (Ambrose/gn!reader)

Zelda Spellman

Rematch (Zelda Spellman/f!reader)

Hilda Spellman

Nothing yet!

Into the Spider-Verse

Olivia Octavius

Nothing yet!

Aunt May

Nothing yet!

Mrs. Fletcher

Eve Fletcher

Nothing yet!

#Larissa Weems #wednesday #Larissa Weems/Reader #mrs fletcher #eve fletcher #eve fletcher x reader #larissa weems x reader #spiderverse #into the spiderverse #olivia octavius #dr oct #caos #chilling adventures of sabrina #zelda spellman #hilda spellman #ambrose spellman #ambrose spellman x reader #zelda spellman x reader #masterlist #request info #fanfic #fanfic masterlist #13th doctor #thirteenth doctor

[emylilas]

Turns out 75% of my fanvids, fanarts and fics are WIPs but you can still find all these things on my blog:

Warrior Nun

We’re being invaded, fic, (Jillian Salvius x Mother Superion)

Leap of faith, fic, (Jillian Salvius x Mother Superion)

Uncle Duretti doesn’t need to know, fic (Jillian Salvius x Mother Superion, Duretti & the whole Salvius-OCS family)

Warrior Nun | Jillian Salvius, fanvid

But nobody's home, fanvid, (everyone) 

The thing in our office, fic, (Jillian Salvius x Mother Superion, the girls and Jillian spending some time together)

A summer night picnic, fanart, (Jillian Salvius and the family’s dog)

The Salvius-OCS family’s New Year’s Eve party, fanart (Jillian Salvius x Mother Superion, Ava x Beatrice, the lot of them being a family)

The mistletoe conspiracy, fanart (Ava x Beatrice, Jillian Salvius x Mother Superion)

Damage control, fic, (Jillian Salvius x Mother Superion)

Fate: the Winx Saga

I had all and then most of you, fic (Farah x Luna)

Farah & Luna | Now it’s history, fanvid (Farah x Luna)

Just the two of us, fic, (Saul x Andreas)

It can’t be that bad, fic, (Farah x Luna)

Farah Dowling | Rosalind kept so much from us,  fanvid

“Goodbye, Farah”, fanart (Farah x Luna)

Getting ready for Christmas, fanart (Saul x Andreas, Beatrice & Sky)

FTWS | The hanging tree, fanvid, (season 1).

You must be a first year, fanvid, (Sky x Riven)

The mamma mia AU no one asked for: Dancing Queens & Dancing Kings, fanart, (Luna, Farah & Rosalind; Ben, Saul & Andreas)

Ask answers: 1 (Farah x Luna, Saul x Andreas), 2 (Farah x Luna)

Chilling adventures of Sabrina

Don’t be afraid, you have me here to guide your way, fic, (Lilith x Zelda Spellman)

 Criminal minds

Chaotic, fic, (the S2 team being a chaotic family, no romantic pairing)

 NCIS

Always starting over, fic, (Jack Sloane x Isabel Monet)

Leaving home, fic, (Jack’s goodbyes to each member of the team, no romantic pairing)

Feel the same way, as in…? fic, (Jack Sloane x Isabel Monet)

It had always been this way, fic, (Jack Sloane x Isabel Monet)

And your sunshine is gone, fic, (Jack Sloane x Reader)

That’s not the line, fic, (Jack Sloane x Reader)

A stunning brunette, fic, (Jack Sloane x Reader)

Only for the reward, fic, (Jack Sloane x Reader + the team being a family)

These lonely nights are over, incomplete fic, (Jack Sloane x Reader)

Miracle, fic, (Jack Sloane x Reader)

Forgot something?, fic, (Jack Sloane x Reader)

Honey?, fic, (Jack Sloane x Reader + the team’s sleeping over at Gibbs’)

The right moment to sweat, fic, (Jack Sloane x Reader)

Jack Sloane | I should have saved them, fanvid

 Goliath

You don’t play games, fic, (Michelle McBride x Callie Senate)

First move, fic, (Michelle McBride x Callie Senate)

The 100

What do we owe to each other?, fic, (Marcus Kane x Abby Griffin)

Octavia | Do you want to die?, fanvid

To Marcus and Abby (S1-6), fanvid

Grey’s Anatomy & Private Practice

These are some very old fics. Read at your own risk.

Truth or dare?, fic, (Addison Montgomery x Meredith Grey, Addison Montgomery x Charlotte King), M

“Trop Beau”, fic, (Addison Montgomery x Meredith Grey)

#masterlist #fanvid #fanart #fic #there's much more to come for Warrior Nun #More to come for Fate but I'm slow #probably also for CAOS and Madam Spellman but not anytime soon #and maybe one day I will actually be done with my Wheel of Times fanvids #I just have way too many wips and I hadn't realised until now #I was so sure I had published more for Fate but nope these fics are still waiting for me to keep writing them

[cr--books]

Zelda Spellman Masterlist

Smut

Angst

Fluff

Agere

Drabbles

Incorrect quotes

#zelda x reader #zelda spellman x reader #incorrect quotes #reading #masterlist #smut #angst #fluff #drabbles #CAOS

[wackusbonkkus]

Welcome to my blog

I’ve been lurking on tumblr for a couple months now so I figured why not do this. I’m pengui and I have an unhealthy obsession with Dean Winchester and im very gay and that’s pretty much all you need to know.

Real quick I want to discus, rules, they are important, first of all, anything illegal, keep that out of my blog and go to somewhere else. That means no minor/adult love, no incest, no non-con or slavery unless called for in a timeline.

Requests are open for order, there are ships I won't do for my own reasons but other then that I'll write pretty much anything and everything (unless it doesn't comply to state law) but I am pretty new to fanfic writing.

I'm mainly a fluff writer so that is what I'm the most good at, smut I'm also decent at, in not the best in the angst department, I might not be the best but I'll still try to write it, but beware, it won't be the best.

I’m in quite a few fandoms but I’ll probably only write for these but I am open to fandoms. The fandoms I write for are down below. Enjoy your stay!😁

Supernatural(I’m only up to season 11)

Chilling adventures of Sabrina

The owl house(I’ll only write fluff or angst)

She-ra

Descendants

Titans

Marvel( there are some movies I haven’t watched)

Pokémon

Genshin impact

IT(Mainly Bowers gang)

Modern Family

Percy Jackson, Heroes of Olympus and Trials of Apollo

Avatar the last Airbender

Stranger things

Dream smp (tbh I haven’t actually watched it but my friends talk about the lore a lot and I do want to write for it)

I might add some more in the future also I don’t think I’ll write for female readers also please add some semblance of a plot. So yeah send me your requests

#supernatural #intro post #masterlist #tv: titans #disney descendants #x reader #she ra #send requests #fanfic #dream smp #It #pokemon fic #it fic #Caos #chilling adventures of sabrina #x male reader #x gender neutral reader #x female reader #modern family #avatar the last airbender #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #Stranger things

[kingstonromcom]

Dark Red — who i’ll write for 

Join Taglist | Masterlist | <3

currently focusing on writing gender neutral OR fem! readers atm!! headcannons or blurbs can be requested! anyone who’s not on this list that you would like something for, please message me or just submit one!! chances are i will do it!! 

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STRANGER THINGS: Steve Harrington,Nancy Wheeler,Jonathan Byers,Robin Buckley,Max Mayfield,Eddie Munson

Marvel Cinematic Universe:,Peter Parker,Kate Bishop,Peter Parker (tom holland),Peter Parker (Tobey Maguire),Peter Parker ( Andrew Garfeild),Miles Morales,Frank Castle,Matt Murdock,steven grant/marc spector/jake lockley,Druig,Agatha Harkness, Bruce Banner, Everett Ross, Hela, Helmut Zemo, Jeri Hogarth,Loki Laufeyson, May Parker, Natasha Romanoff, Pepper Potts, Stephen Strange, Steve Rogers, Thor Odinson, Tony Stark,Tchalla,Shuri.

TWILIGHT: ,Edward Cullen,Alice Cullen,Rosalie Hale,Angela Weber,Bella Swan,Jasper Hale,Sam Uley ,Jared Cameron ,Paul Lahote,Brady Fuller,Jacob Black,Leah Clearwater ,Seth Clearwater ,Quil Ateara V ,Embry Call

FRIENDS: ,Rachel Greene,Monica Geller,Chandler Bing,Joey Tribbiani

Clebs : (no idea what to put here)

Chilling Adventures Of Sabrina: Ambrose Spellman, Hilda Spellman, Lilith, Mary Wardwell, Zelda Spellman .

Enola Holmes: Eudoria Holmes, Miss Harrison, Sherlock Holmes

Merlin: Arthur Pendragon, Gwaine, Merlin, Mithian, Morgana Pendragon, Morgause.

Once Upon A Time: Archie Hopper, Cora Mills, Cruella DeVil, Killian Jones, Maleficent, Regina Mills, Rumplestiltskin, Victoria Belfrey, Zelena Mills,Henry Millis.

Shameless (US): Claudia Nicolo, Frank Gallagher, Helene Runyon, Lip Gallagher, Monica Gallagher, Sheila Jackson, Svetlana Yevgenivna

The Magicians: Eleanor Lipson, Eliot Waugh, Fen, Margo Hanson, Zelda Schiff.

The Umbrella Academy: Allison Hargreeves, Five Hargreeves, Klaus Hargreeves, Lila Pitts, The Handler.

Dc : Diana Prince,Harley Quinn,Kara,Danvers,Lena Luthor,cassandra cain,damian wayne,Jason Todd,Tim Drake, Dick Grayson,Duke Thomas.

Disney : Tiana,Mulan, Pocahantas,Raya,Merida,Moana.

DISCLAIMER: I ALSO WRITE ANIME FICS, BUT IM TOO LAZY TO PUT IT ON HERE!!

School for Good And Evil : Sophie,Agatha,Tedros,Lady Lesso,Hort,Anadil,kiko.

May be updated later (don’t worry if your character/movie isn’t on here).

What I write :

Prompt-based x reader fics . Send in a scenario and I'll write a short fic about it. If you want it to be platonic, please specify.

Reactions. Send in something you'd like to see a particular character's reaction to (e.g. reacting to a reader with a particular interest/trait, reacting to a reader ending up in a particular situation). I'll write a bulleted list. If you want it to be platonic, please specify.  

Headcanons. Send in specific or general headcanons you would like about one or more characters. I'll write a bulleted list.

If you don't name one of these things in your ask, I'll just assume that you're leaving the format up to me.

Rules:

Requesting dark things with violence/blood is fine. Angst is fine as well.

Requesting completely goofy/stupid/shitpost-y things is fine

I haven’t written smutt in a while

requesting poly is fine.

#masterlist #marvel #disney #dc comics #shameless #the umbrella academy #caos #the magicians #merlin #enola holmes #ouat #twilight #mcu #stranger things #school for good and evil #pls request #fics

[fyorina]

ᡣ𐭩 ICARION

FEATURING: beast dazai osamu

SUMMARY: dazai had known he was flying too close to the sun, he should have stopped himself while he still had the chance. {wordcount: 11.5k; fem!reader, romance & tragedy}

AUTHOR'S NOTES: installment fiveeeee otherwise known as part 2 of installment four LOL! ugh guys i'm dragging myself thru the trenches right now i'm so miserable - i wasn't even up to posting this today i won't lie but </3 i pulled thru </3 if only barely. fun fact this is actually only a 3 scene chapter but the second scene is just MASSIVE. i wasn't up to restructuring so you guys are just going to get it as it is. this is also unedited because i just wasn't up to it so bear with me regarding mistakes. JUST TO REMIND YOU ALL: the last installment is DELAYED - i have 3 finals next week and haven't had the time to finish it. it will be up by the end of may </3 sorry guys. wow this actually is attempt number three trying to post this correctly - i'm so shot

IMPORTANT NOTE FOR 17 & UNDER FOLLOWING THE SERIES: partially copy and pasted from badlands - if you guys read badlands, you know the deal. y'all knew what you were getting into. this is the smut chapter. but again, i'm not going to ask y'all to not interact/read a whole 12k chapter just because there's 4k words of smut, but i am going to say here the smut is in the SECOND scene. there is very little plot development in the smut itself, so i ask you guys, again, to respectfully scroll past it. i'll make the sentence when the smut starts red like this so you know that's when it starts, and then you can continue reading at the next divider. thank you for understanding! there is NO plot development in the smut, i'll reiterate that at the end where i put the summary in badlands, i restructured to make sure none of it was in it.

SMUT WARNINGS: unprotected sex, dazai cries </3 poor baby, sub!dazai, as always pussy drunk!dazai, bit of overstim on dazai's part too, jfhsuhdfsu i will say it starts on the bathroom floor so that might be a bit gross to some of you but dazai hardly even uses his apartment anyway so trust it's clean. bear with me. it just flowed from there i had to go with it. the story writes itself, i'm only the scribe. LOL let me know if i missed anything, i might have

SEE: UNREAL UNEARTH SERIES MASTERLIST READ: BADLANDS SIDE A

Dazai is hardly listening to the conversation at hand. They’ve been going back and forth for thirty minutes about inconsequential matters. Tolstoy is getting increasingly heated as he goes tit-for-tat with Nabokov, evidently the tripartite alliance between the Russian mafias is not quite enough to quell all of the bad blood that’s simmered between them, but something about the situation isn’t sitting right to Dazai. He can feel it in his gut, swirling in the depths of his chest—something is wrong but he doesn’t know what.

Mishima looks equally put out, gaze trained on Tolstoy and Nabokov’s conversation, occasionally looking back at his executives. Cao seems bored, head tilted back against the red cushions of the round booth as he smokes a cigarette; in all regards, he seems relaxed, but Dazai notices the way the fingers of his free hand are tense on the table, as if he’s bracing himself for something.

Something isn’t right.

Dostoevsky is cunning. Intelligent. He’s been lethally sharp in every universe that the other Dazais have encountered him in. He wouldn’t send Tolstoy and Nabokov into this meeting with them at each other’s throats like this without an ulterior reason. Dazai is missing something critical; he knows it’s not something as simple as wanting to give off the appearance of a divided front as means to get Dazai and Mishima to lower their guard. Nothing is that easy. There’s some ulterior motive that Dazai has to figure out.

Cao’s presence. Tolstoy and Nabokov’s blatant hostility toward one another. Mishima’s words from earlier, warning him that something seems to be brewing, that Tolstoy and Nabokov had been on edge since he arrived at the event hall. Dazai’s head hurts, and he can’t focus, not when you’re in the other room without him.

Already, he feels as if he’s been separated from you for too long, he’d been hoping this meeting was only going to last thirty minutes at most, and it’s been thirty minutes already and hardly any progress has been made. If Dazai didn’t know any better, he’d think that…

He’d think that Tolstoy and Nabokov were stalling.

At once, Dazai starts catching onto the things that he missed. The way Nabokov keeps glancing up at the clock on the wall above Cao. The way Tolstoy’s gaze keeps flickering to his phone. The way Cao’s attention seems to be elsewhere. 

Cao Xueqin. A Dream of Red Mansions. A scrying ability.

His heartbeat slows and Dazai blinks. Once. Twice. Blood roars in his ears as his gaze twists down to where his phone is laying on the table in front of him, on its face. Tachihara should have texted him to let him know that he got to you. Him or Chuuya. He usually reports to Chuuya anyway, so Dazai figured that Chuuya would’ve gotten the confirmation. He turns his head to the side to look at the executive from the corner of his eye, trying to keep his breath as slow and steady and natural as possible when he realizes that Chuuya is frowning with furrowed brows, looking at his phone. Unsure.

Dazia reaches for his own phone, fingers deceptively steady despite the way his insides are curdling with a sudden jolt of anxiety. His eyes zero in on the top right corner of his phone. No signal. Dazai has been to this event hall countless times in this life and dozens of others—there’s always service throughout the building. 

Unless it’s being jammed, that is.

Dazai’s blood runs cold, gaze dragging from his phone to the door that leads to the hallway connecting to the event hall where you are. He feels as if he’s been doused with icy water and lit on fire all at once. For a second, he doesn’t move—he’s not sure if it’s anxiety or fear, or both, but he knows it’s because you’re out there and Dostoevsky is plotting something while trying to keep him out of the picture in this meeting. 

He should have known better. Mishima had assumed that Dostoevsky wasn’t in the building—he had his three best scouts prowling the whole building trying to place the real leader of the tripartite but had failed. Nabokov had apparently told him that Dostoevsky had to stay back to handle residual business in Russia, a blatant lie, one that has had Mishima on edge all night.

The one with the overcoat. The clown.

Dazai stills as he remembers the white haired man who hung around Dostoevsky in some of the other universes. Not all of the other Dazais encountered him—in fact, Dazai thinks there were only half a dozen other universes where he met the man, he can hardly remember his name, but when he did…

Spatial linking. Of course Mishima’s men hadn’t been able to hunt down Dostoevsky. Dostoevsky would’ve predicted that the Sun and Steel would seek out the mastermind with their scouts. He used the clown to enter the building without anyone knowing after the scouts finished their hunt.

Dazai had missed a critical piece on the board.

Dazai rises to his feet abruptly, mind numb, eyes distant, and lips parted to speak but no words escape them. Tolstoy and Nabokov exchange a sharp, pointed look, pausing in their hostilities, and Dazai knows. He knows.

Dostoevsky is going after you. 

He hears Chuuya and Kouyou calling after him but it sounds like a distant buzz. His throat feels clogged, his heartbeat is erratic and uncontrollable, his ears are ringing. His surroundings are blurry, a part of him doesn’t even know where he is: the event hall, your apartment, in the cafe below the Armed Detective Agency, it’s all blurring together.

This is it.

His vision swims and his head spins. The hallway seems impossibly long, much longer than it was to walk to the room. He can hear Chuuya spitting curses, scrambling out of the room, and he’s sure that his other executives and the other mafiosos aren’t far behind, but Dazai’s mind is on a single track. He doesn’t know how fast he’s moving—fast enough that Chuuya is chasing after him but can’t catch him. Something is heavy and cool in his hand—his gun—numb fingers moving to click the safety off.

This is it.

He might enter that hall and find you dead, slumped over the bar he’d last seen you sitting at, blood splattered across your face. Limp, cold. Just like you were on your bedroom floor. In the booth at the cafe. He’s pulling you from the water. He’s screaming for Yosano when he’s with the Agency. He’s screaming for Mori when he’s with the Mafia. Sometimes he’s alone, and he has no one to call for help, so all he can do is hold you and cry. 

It’s his fault. He knew this would happen from the beginning. He knew that being with you would lead you to the same fate that you’ve met in every other universe because of him. He knew that being with you would be your death sentence, but he couldn’t stop himself. 

His vision swims again, the red and gold patterns on the walls of the event hall are indistinct blobs, he feels someone try to grab his wrist—Chuuya, probably—but Dazai rips himself free and pushes himself into the event hall.

He ignores the eyes on him and the way people all instinctively move away from the sight of him with his gun out, he’s sure he must look deranged but he’s hardly even keeping himself grounded to this reality. Pages pile around him, every single one has variations of the same scene that’s haunted him for almost eight years written on it; one is being written before his eyes, he can see the words appearing on the blank sheet. He needs to find you before it’s complete. He has to stop it.

His eyes cut across the room, toward the bar he’d last seen you at, and you’re there. You’re there. It’s almost enough to make him scramble to put his gun away, cover up his steep spiral of paranoia even if you are looking right in his direction and see the gun in his hand. He can hardly come to terms with the consequences of this, how you’re seeing him right now, because his gaze tunnels right in on the person sitting next to you and his world comes to a halt. 

He lifts the gun. He ignores as people shriek and scramble to the edges of the room. He ignores the look on your face as he moves closer to where you’re sitting with Fyodor Dostoevsky. He ignores the way Chuuya and Kouyou and Piano Man have all skid to a stop somewhere behind him, trying to figure out what to do. Dostoevsky’s hand is mere inches away from brushing against your body, it would only take the slightest movement and you would be dead. It would be a game of who’s faster: Dazai’s trigger finger or Dostoevsky’s ability. Dazai’s always been quick to pull the trigger but now, faced with your life on the line, when he should be at his best because of what’s at risk, he finds himself scared and unsteady. 

He can’t lose you. He can’t watch it happen.

He paces toward you slowly, steadily, he swears each step he takes echoes across the suddenly silent event hall. He doesn’t stop until the muzzle of his gun is pressed against the back of Dostoevsky’s head.

“Stand up.” Dazai’s voice is deceptively cold and steady for the rage and fear that’s clawing at his chest, threatening to take control.

Dostoevsky turns his head to the side to look at Dazai, faint amusement in his eyes. “Are you sure you really want to do this here, Dazai?” 

The mocking lilt his voice takes is almost enough alone for Dazai to pull the trigger. And if that wasn’t, the way Dostoevsky smiles at Dazai like he’s won is certainly enough to push him over the edge.

Before he can, he feels Chuuya grab his bicep hard. 

“You can’t do this here,” he hisses quietly. “If you kill him now on neutral territory, we’ll have all of the mafias in the Eastern Hemisphere coming after you and the government on your ass. You can’t do this here and you can’t do it in public.”

Dazai doesn’t care. He doesn’t care how many mafias come after him for killing on neutral territory when invited as a guest. He doesn’t care that the government will come after him for such a blatant murder. All he cares about is getting Dostoevsky away from you.

“Chuuya is right,” Kouyou murmurs, low enough for only Dazai to overhear. “We can cover this up as is. If you pull the trigger, there’s no hiding what happened here. You know better than this, boy. You won’t be the only person this affects if you do this. Think of her. She will be implicated for coming here with you. Lower the gun and let us handle sweeping this under the rug.”

Dazai can’t even bring himself to look at you. He’s scared of what he might find. But he doesn’t even consider lowering the gun, not until Dostoevsky raises his hands and slips off the bar stool to step away from you. Even when he does, Dazai keeps it trained on him, still tempted to blow his head right off his shoulders.

“I meant no harm,” Dostoevsky says smoothly. “I was intrigued, wanted to know the girl who’s managed to capture your interest. I must say, I see the appeal. Beautiful and intelligent, you have quite the eye, Dazai.”

Dazai’s lips stretch into a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. It’s not kind, and it’s mildly feral, and Dazai’s pretty sure he must look entirely deranged from the way Dostoevsky’s eyes widen in a mixture of surprise and entertainment, just enough to be noticeable.

“If you ever go near her again, I’ll put a bullet through your fucking skull, Dostoevsky.”

He should do it now. He should. Fuck Chuuya and Kouyou’s warnings, he should put a bullet in his head and be done with it, move onto handling Christie so that both of the major threats to your life are gone. But he can’t. If he takes this opportunity now, if he kills Dostoevsky so blatantly on neutral territory, the Pale Flame and Three Deaths will come at him in full force, and Dazai is sure the Red Chamber won’t be far behind them with Cao’s recent interest in expanding his business into Japan. And you’ll be caught in the crossfire of all of it, Dazai has ensured that by bringing you here. Dostoevsky must have accounted for all of this. He knew that Dazai would be put in a situation where either way, whether he kills him or lets him go, he’d be throwing himself onto a blade. 

Is that it? Killing you wasn’t the goal, was it? Exposing Dazai was. Forcing him into this impossible decision.

Did he really just fall into Dostoevsky’s hands so easily? Even with all of the forewarning the other universes have given him?

It’s you. You always make him reckless, his mind is never as sharp whenever you’re involved, muddled with thoughts of you, plagued with spirals of paranoia and anxiety that make him double guess himself. It’s like this in every universe—he becomes stupid, he becomes rash, he becomes careless. It’s you.

You.

Suddenly very hyper aware of your eyes on him, Dazai lowers his gun, gaze turning in your direction. Dostoevsky lets out one last snide comment, something toward you, telling you ‘don’t you see’ but Dazai doesn’t even process it, heart in his throat as he looks at you. He doesn’t know what he expects—fear, betrayal, even anger. He’s not prepared for the emptiness. He can’t read a single emotion on your face, your eyes eerily void of any feeling as you stare at him. 

He says your name quietly. His voice cracks. He should be embarrassed, so many people watching the scene play out, so many of his enemies and allies and subordinates, and he’s staring at you like a lost child with an unsteady voice, but he can’t bring himself to care. The fingers of his free hand are trembling, and the ones wrapped around the grip of his gun are so wound so tight that his knuckles are white. 

You’ve never looked at him like this before. Not in any universe. 

He thinks he might throw up. 

You’ve been mad at him before, scowling at him whenever he distracts you from your work and snarling whenever he makes messes that he never cleans up, but your eyes always stay soft in spite of the venom you spit. He’s seen betrayal on your face a few times before, screaming at him through tears when he got a bit too close to a successful attempt, cursing at him for trying to leave you, but you hold him so gently that it makes up for the harsh words. You’ve been scared of him once, when he lashed out so badly during one of his slumps that he nearly hurt you, but even then, you were more concerned for him then you were scared for yourself, speaking to him softly to settle him down.

He’s never seen this. He wants it to go away. Desperately.

“I’d like to leave,” you finally say after a few moments of silence, and your voice is so vacant of emotion that it leaves him feeling even more sick.

Dazai nods, because he can’t bring himself to speak. 

He holds his hand out for you, waiting for you to take it.

You don’t.

You haven’t spoken a word since the event hall, and Dazai doesn’t know what to do. He used to find peace in silence—for years, he’d become accustomed to it, isolating himself from everyone around him, keeping everyone at arm’s length. The most he ever spoke was a few sentences to give out orders to his executives; his voice had become hoarse and raspy over the years of self-imposed isolation, unused to being utilized. But the past few months with you have utterly obliterated any semblance of comfort Dazai had found in solidarity. 

It’s become entirely intolerable, the silence is making him sick with anxiety; he has hundreds of lifetimes worth of memories with you and he can’t even vaguely predict what to expect from you right now. You’ve been tense and cold since leaving the event hall. Dazai tried to open up a conversation in the car once but found himself promptly ignored. Chuuya tried to say something to you but only received the same cold shoulder. Even Albatross tried to lighten the mood when the four of you got in the car, but all you did was stare out the window with your back to Dazai. 

Now, you’re back up in his penthouse with him. You haven’t sat down. You’ve hardly budged from where you’re standing near the elevator—Dazai wonders if you’re scared of him now, if you want to be as close as possible to the only exit in fear of him lashing out at you. The thought makes him even more nauseous.

He doesn’t even know what to do with himself. He doesn’t want to sit down, he’s uncomfortable standing in the living room, waiting for you to say something, and he can’t bring himself to try to break the silence because if there’s one thing he learned very swiftly, it’s that he can’t handle being ignored by you. He’d prefer anger and hate to the stonewall iciness you’re giving him.

He can’t even fathom what you might be thinking right now. You’re not looking at him. You’re staring at the window that looks over the city, he can see the bright flashing lights from Cosmo World flickering faintly in your eyes. It’s so quiet that he can hear the distant honking of horns, police sirens coming from the streets below. 

He just wants you to say something, do something. Yell at him. Scream at him. Hit him or punch him. Anything is better than this. 

It feels like an eternity before you finally move away from the elevator. You still don’t speak, but Dazai watches raptly as you make your way into the kitchen. You fling open the cabinets, searching for something, and Dazai’s lips part to ask what you’re looking for but he decides against it. You stop with your jerky movements when you catch sight of the numerous bottles of sake Dazai has stored in his cabinets—room temperature, because Dazai can’t stand cold drinks, they make his teeth hurt. He watches you struggle to uncap it and his body itches to move toward you to help but he knows it won’t do any good. It’ll probably just piss you off more.

When you get the cap off, you’re immediately bringing it to your lips. One. Two. Three. Four large gulps before you put the bottle back down on the counter and turn to look at him. The emptiness in your eyes is gone, replaced by something caught between hurt and anger and betrayal. It makes his heart sink, but he thinks it’s preferable to the emptiness.

“You lied to me,” you finally rasp out, shaking your head as you pace behind the counter. There’s a whole length of a room separating the two of you and Dazai longs for your touch but he forces himself to stuff his hands in his pockets and keep still. “You lied to me, Dazai.”

“Osamu,” he corrects quietly without thinking, not liking the switch up. He’d finally gotten you to call him by his given name earlier in the night, he doesn’t want to lose it so quickly.

For the briefest of seconds, the hurt and betrayal in your eyes disappears and only fire rages in them. “Dazai,” you spit out pointedly. 

Dazai almost draws back, not having expected that. In all of the other universes, you’ve always been gentle with him even when you’re livid. You speak his name softly, even with a tight jaw and fisted hands—his given name, you’ve never used his surname against him like this before. Probably because most of the major fights he had with you in those other lives, it was months into the relationship; it’s only been a few weeks in this life so of course-

Dazai realizes, a bit dizzy, that he’s about to lose you.

You found out too soon. You found out through Dostoevsky, through Dazai's own loss of control. You found out in the worst possible way and you found out too soon.

Dazai is about to lose you.

“Okay,” he murmurs, not wanting to test your temper anymore, giving in as a means to try to soothe your anger, regardless of how much it might wound him because being wounded is nothing compared to losing you. “Dazai.”

His compliance seems to do nothing to quell your anger from the way you just scoff and shake your head again, looking away from him. You stare out over the city, dozens of emotions cloud your expression but Dazai still can’t predict what you might do next. He feels out of his depth, in murky waters with an anchor tied to his ankle.

“I knew it, you know?” you finally say quietly. “I knew it from the beginning, honestly, but I kept making excuses for you. I mean, the guns. The secrecy. You weren’t really subtle about it. Did you think I was stupid, or something?” 

“Never,” Dazai says honestly, without hesitation. He sees your gaze flicker down to the ground at his words, but you don’t make any move to speak again so he takes the opportunity to, in hopes that you’ll finally listen. “You’re the smartest woman I know. I-”

You interrupt him with a sharp laugh, it’s loud and almost cruel, and Dazai turns in on himself at the sound of it. He feels small and unsteady, like a child who’s being scolded by a parent. When you look at him again, your eyes are wide and wild, half-crazed in sheer disbelief. You don’t believe him. Of course, you don’t. It’s plainly displayed on your face. And why would you anyway? He’s given you every reason not to. 

“If you think I’m so smart, why didn’t you think I would figure it out?”

He tries to say that he knew you would. That he’s been living in fear for weeks that you’d finally see him for what he is but when he opens his mouth to say it, no words leave him. Like he’s frozen in fear, ice crawling through his veins, stones weighing on his tongue; he can’t respond, and he knows that he’s only condemning himself more. He tries to force something out but he can’t even make the barest hint of a sound. The mindkiller. He’s never responded well to fear, much less when you’re involved. 

You click your tongue, as if to solidify that his silence proves your point, or maybe you know what he can't bring himself to say and you just don't believe him. His stomach churns again, and dread spreads through chest when you say: “If I’m so smart, and I was going to figure it out anyway, why didn’t you just tell me?”

“You would have left.” Dazai is finally able to speak, but he speaks the wrong answer, clearly, from the way you let out another humorless, breathless laugh, eyes wide in disbelief. You look at him like he’s the most audacious man in the entire world. Maybe he is.

“Yeah, I would have,” you agree and Dazai flinches. “Without hesitation, without even looking back. And now, I can’t because you made me fall in love with you without even warning me about what I was getting myself into.”

Dazai’s heart should be leaping through the roof at your confession, but if anything, he feels even worse. His throat feels clogged and his chest feels so heavy. You’ve never regretted falling in love with him before. Not in any lifetime.

“I’m sorry,” he breathes out, because he doesn’t know what else to say. The words are still foreign on his tongue, he doesn’t think he’s ever apologized to someone in this life before the last twenty-four hours.

“No, you’re not,” you say bitterly, looking away. “Isn’t this what you wanted? For me to care so much about you that when you finally tell me who you are and what you do, I won’t be able to leave.”

Dazai stares at you, lost. He remembers how just the other day he was finding comfort in the way you could read him so easily, knowing he didn’t have to speak for you to know what he needed at the moment. He thinks he hates it now, because you’re finally reading deeper into his soul and seeing him for the sick, twisted monster he really is. Just like he feared from day one. Manipulative. Selfish. Undeserving. His fingers tremble in his pockets, nails biting into his palm so deep that he can feel blood trickling down his skin, but not even the stinging pain can distract him from the numbness spreading through him. 

“I didn’t-”

“Didn’t what?” you interrupt him. “You didn’t think I’d be upset? You didn’t think I’d be angry? Or maybe you didn’t think it would happen this soon? Is that it, Dazai? You thought you’d have more time to win me over in hopes that I’d take the news in stride. News flash, Dazai, no amount of time or charm would have made me accept this easily. Accept you easily. How could I ever accept any of this?”

Nausea rises to his throat so suddenly that he almost gags. He feels dizzy, taking a step back so that his back is against the wall, keeping him steady. Your last words echo through his head over and over again, he can’t escape them. The one person who’s always accepted him in every lifetime, the only person he was ever able to find a home in—how could I ever accept you? 

His cheeks feel wet, his eyes are wide as he stares at you. He doesn’t know how to respond to that. He doesn’t even think he could if he knew how to respond to that. His lungs are burning and his throat feels so swollen that even just the thought of trying to speak is painful. 

You let out a sharp breath, caught between a hysterical laugh and a sob as you press your hands to either side of your neck and pace across the kitchen. “What am I supposed to do, Dazai?” you ask, voice hoarse. “What the fuck am I supposed to do?”

He thinks it might be a rhetorical question, but he still forces out: “Don’t leave me.”

You scoff again, louder and harsher this time. Dazai’s eyes flutter shut as if to futilely minimize the blow. “I wish leaving you was still an option for me.”

Oh. He’s going to throw up. 

He wants to blame it on the alcohol he drank earlier in the night. He wants to blame it on the stress of the past few weeks. He wants to blame it on anything but this, even though he knows damn well that this conversation is what triggered the bile that rises to his throat. He forces himself to move, nearly tripping over his feet to get to the bathroom because he doesn’t want you to see him vomiting up his guts.

He hardly makes it to the toilet, crashing to his knees and clutching at the seat as he dry heaves. Nothing comes up—he hasn’t eaten enough the past few days to have anything solid in him, too busy with preparations—but he can’t stop gagging, eyes stinging with tears and throat burning. He doesn’t know how long he stays crumpled at the toilet, losing track of time entirely, a part of him just wants to stay there forever so he doesn’t have to go back out and face you. 

Evidently, he doesn’t have to go back out and face you because you come to him. 

He’s gagging again when he feels your hand brush his back, hesitantly at first and then firmly. Your touch is warm, and Dazai thinks he must look pathetic as he turns his head to the side to look at you. Your expression isn’t as harsh now, your eyes are still conflicted but your face is softer. After a moment, you take a seat on the floor next to him—you don’t say anything, but you let out a soft puff of air as you slip your arm around his shoulders once he stops heaving. 

He crumbles into your chest, body collapsing against yours. You wrap your arms around him, and at once, the numbness starts to fade away. His fingers clutch at your dress desperately, afraid that you’re going to disappear, but you only hold him tighter. You bury your face in his hair, forehead pressed to the top of his head.

“You’re so unfair, Osamu.” Your voice cracks, you’ve lost all of your fire, but Dazai finds no solace in it.

“I know,” he croaks out, throat scratchy and voice wavering. “I know.”

And then words are spilling from his lips before he can stop them, jumbled and hardly intelligible and he’s not even sure that you’re understanding what he’s saying but he can’t stop himself: “I tried. I tried to stay away, I tried so hard, you don’t understand. I knew it would turn out like this, I knew I would ruin you so I tried to stay away, but I’m selfish. I’m so selfish, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I knew better, I’m going to-you’re going to-”

The panic is returning, the words he wants to say but can’t push out are too damning: I’m going to get you killed. You’re going to die because of me. Dazai is breathing but the air isn’t getting to his lungs, his chest burns, and now even with your arms around him, the numbness is returning. It’s rapid now, spreading from his chest to his arms, down his abdomen to his legs; it’s going to consume him entirely, he can feel it, he can-

Oh.

Your lips press to his. Tilting his head back to angle his face up toward you, you lean down and press your lips against his, swallowing his words, his air, his panic. One of your hands cup his cheek while the other cradles the back of his head, Dazai can hardly kiss you back, his lips feel cold and prickly, but his eyes flutter shut as your lips move slowly and carefully against his.

Not for the first time, he thinks that he doesn’t deserve this. Especially not now. He tastes something wet and salty against his lips—he doesn’t know if you’re the one crying, or if he is, and he doesn’t want to know, so he forces himself to move. His arm feels heavy and clunky, and his fingers feel stiff, but he’s able to bring them up to your face, palms cupping your cheeks as the tips of his fingers tangle into your hair. He kisses you until his lungs are screaming for air, and even as he starts to feel lightheaded, he kisses you still, because your lips are the only thing able to push away the numbness overwhelming him. 

When you break away from him, you keep your foreheads pressed together, nose nudging against his. You share the same thin sliver of air and Dazai feels dizzy, he wants to kiss you again but he doesn’t think he’s capable of moving yet, so he only stays crumbled in your arms, waiting for you to grace him with your lips again. 

“I wish I still had the chance to be a better man,” Dazai says hoarsely, honestly, gaze searching yours desperately. “I would be. For you.”

Please believe me, he thinks to himself helplessly, because it’s the truth. He would try to be. For your sake. He might fail, he might be too far gone, his soul corrupted beyond salvation and his blood black beyond purification, but he would try. He would try so hard for you. But he can’t, not in this lifetime, not without risking everything he’s strove to protect since coming in contact with the Book. He has to stay the criminal, the monster, the demon so that you and Odasaku can live out your lives here. Until Dostoevsky, Christie, and any other person that could turn out to be a threat to either of you are killed, Dazai has to keep playing this role. He has to. 

You don’t respond. Dazai thinks it’s because you don’t believe him and it makes him feel sick again. His lips part to repeat himself but you only press yours against his, as if to silence him. 

You don’t believe him, the kiss confirms it, and his heart sinks but he can’t even bring himself to protest, to insist that it’s true. Instead, he decides if he can’t prove it through his words, he’ll prove it through his actions. Even though his limbs still feel leaden and clumsy, he forces himself into a better position, sitting up a bit more and bringing both of his hands up to cup your cheeks. He tilts your head back, leaning into you and slowly pressing you back against the floor and distantly Dazai recognizes that this is not the place for this but the thought is only fleeting, he’s too lost in the feeling of your lips against his and your body pressed to him.

And you let him ease you back against the floor. You let him tilt your head back and when his tongue darts out to swipe against your bottom lip, you part your lips for him. He doesn’t have to knock your knees apart, because you spread them just enough for him to slot his hips between them to keep your bodies flush. He wonders if you can feel how clunky his movements are—his fingers still feel heavy against your face and he can hardly hold himself up above you. He hopes he’s not crushing you with his weight, he might be, but you don’t seem to care. 

He pulls back to ask if you’re okay with this but you chase his lips and he lets out a soft, muffled noise when you tug gently at his bottom lip and bring your free hand up to cup the back of his head, fingers tangling with his hair, pulling him back down to you. You drag your lips from his to slide them down his neck to the edge of his bandages. He twitches a bit at the feeling, wondering if you’re going to ask to take them off, but instead, you just trail your lips back upward, nipping at his jaw, and he shudders.

And then he finally hesitates, pulling away and not letting you chase after this time. He weighs his options in his head anxiously. He feels like he should do something, that he owes something—a lowering of a mask, a show of vulnerability, you’re entitled to at least that much after everything he’s done. Aren't you?

You give him a curious look and he tries to respond—he does, his lips part for him to speak but nothing leaves them. He swallows thickly, eyes fluttering shut as he braces himself before trying again, bringing one of his hands to yours and wrapping his fingers around it gently, lifting it from his chest to the bandages covering the left side of his face.

“Take them off,” he tells you, voice hoarse and shakier than he would have liked.

Your eyes widen, and he shudders a bit when your fingers smooth against the bandages, uncertain. “Are you sure?” you ask him softly, bringing your other hand to his opposite cheek, cupping his face in your hands again, eyes searching to make sure he means it.

Is he sure? Dazai doesn’t know. He can’t speak again as he stares down at you; a part of him is nervous, and he doesn’t even understand why. You already know who he is, what he is, but a part of him still fears that once you actually see him, something will change. And it’s ridiculous, so many other universes you’ve seen him without his bandages and you’ve never made him feel uncomfortable about it. But you’ve also never used his surname against him during an argument in the other universes, you’ve never regretted loving him, and you’ve certainly never wished you could leave him. 

So, yeah, he thinks the anxiety of you removing his bandages and then seeing him in a different light might be more of a possibility in this universe than any other one. His body is more covered in scars than not, and he knows it’s not attractive; he thinks if he sees your expression shift in a negative way when the bandages come off, it might shatter him entirely.

Just the face bandages then, he bargains with himself, swallowing thickly as he forces himself to nod. You sit up from where you’re still laying back against the tiles, propping yourself on your knees to shift closer to him. 

Dazai thinks his heart might be in his throat when he feels your fingers unclip the clasp holding the bandages together around the left side of his face, eyes fluttering shut as you slowly unwind them from around his head. He isn’t sure why he’s so nervous for this part—there are no scars on his face, but he still feels distinctly vulnerable, like he’s giving you a window into himself that might reveal more than he means to. He can barely breathe as he feels the last of the bandages fall to the floor, he can hear you push them to the side. 

Still, he keeps his eyes shut, counting each second that passes. He’s anxious, can’t even bring himself to look at you until you cup his cheeks again. 

“Look at me,” you say quietly.

Dazai does as you ask, he always does. He doesn’t know what he expects when he opens his eyes to meet your gaze; he prepares himself for the worst, for a twisted expression or thinly veiled pity, but he finds none of it. Rather, your eyes are soft and fond, tracing over his face, looking between each of his. He can feel the pads of your fingers gently brushing over his cheekbones, tracing absent patterns.

“You’re so handsome, Osamu,” you whisper, one of your hands sliding behind his head, intertwining with his hair. “Why do you wear them?” 

Dazai doesn’t know how to answer that. His throat feels swollen at your words, eyes a bit misty and fingers trembling against your thighs. Instead, he breathes out, “Kiss me.”

And you do. 

God, when you kiss him again, it’s so intense that it has his head spinning. He doesn’t know how long he sits there kissing you, back against the cabinets with you half in his lap. It could be a few seconds, or a few minutes, or a few hours—he has no concept of time whenever his lips are against yours. It’s only when you press your hand against his shoulder, murmuring for him to get up, that he finally pulls himself away from you.

Dazai forces himself to push up to his feet—it’s much more difficult than he thought it would be, nearly tripping over his own feet, but you follow him up to your feet, steadying him when he almost tumbles over. You bring your hand up to rest against his cheek, fingers gently toying with the edges of his hair. He leans into your touch, eyes fluttering shut for just a moment before he forces himself to look you in the eye. 

“You’re so frustrating,” you say softly, but all of the fire is gone, replaced by that same soft look you’ve directed toward him—not him—hundreds of times before. “You are so frustrating, Osamu.”

His throat feels tight again, the sound of his name on your lips causing a wave of warmth to spread through him, the numbness slowly subsiding.

“I know,” he whispers, swallowing thickly, and you sigh, gaze averting to the side for a moment before you look back at him. He still can’t fathom what you might be thinking and it scares him.

But then you kiss him again, your other hand coming up to his other cheek and his hands fly to your waist, holding you close. You walk him backward, out of the bathroom and into the hallway. His back hits the wall and you press your body close to his, and this time it’s you whose tongue is darting out to brush his bottom lip, urging him to part his lips for you. He does, and he thinks he might be in heaven when he feels your tongue dip into his mouth, sliding against his tongue. His eyes flutter shut, rolling back just a bit when you trace the back of his teeth with your tongue before sucking gently on his bottom lip.

Your hands slide down from his face to his chest, over his jacket, down to his waist. Your fingers hook in his belt loops and Dazai groans as your lips ghost from his down to his jaw, breath shaky as trail slow, wet kisses to the sensitive spot behind his ear. He can hardly do anything but follow along as you guide him from where he’s been backed against the wall into his bedroom, dazed and entirely consumed by your touch. His head already feels a bit fuzzy, breath hitching as your teeth graze his pulse point, kissing down to the edge of his bandages and then across his throat.

He barely even knows where he is until he feels the back of his knees hit his bed and he topples backward until he’s laying flat on it. His chest is heaving, head dizzy and breath shaky as you straddle his waist. You don’t kiss him again and Dazai wants to drag you down for another but he can’t even bring himself to move. His body refuses to cooperate, nervous that he’s going to make the wrong move.

“Do you want this?” you finally ask after a moment, voice raspy as one of your hands squeeze his gently, as if to get his attention. 

Dazai’s brows furrow a bit, lips parting to respond but for a second, no words leave them. You wait with the patience of a saint as Dazai tries to process what you’re asking and respond to it. After what feels like an eternity, he nods once. Of course, he wants it. You search his eyes as if to make sure he’s not just agreeing to agree, and once you’re satisfied, you continue you with: 

“And do you trust me?” you ask softly, your gaze gentle as it searches his face for the next answer.

Dazai doesn’t hesitate this time, and he speaks as he breathes out, “With everything.”

He can’t tell what you’re thinking, but your expression is still soft and your touch is still gentle as you run your thumb over his knuckles. Dazai doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to the gentleness you show him. You lift your hand to cup his cheek and he leans into your touch, throat spasming beneath his bandages as he waits for you to say something. 

“Let me take the lead then,” you say quietly, his eyes widen a bit at your words. “I want to try something.”

He watches you carefully for a moment, guarded and studying you. He thinks this might be another first, and the thought alone makes him feel a bit giddy because he can’t recall any other life where you’ve ever been the one to take the lead like this, especially the first time the two of you sleep together. You look a bit anxious the longer he goes without responding, so he nods and says, “Okay.”

He’s pliant beneath your touch as you lean down to press your lips against his; he lets out a soft, muffled noise when he feels your hips shift, unintentionally grinding down a bit on his straining cock. He’s more hesitant this time in the way his lips move against yours, unsure of what to do with himself. His fingers twitch from where they're resting on the bed, itching to grab your hips but not wanting to make the wrong move.

This has happened every time one of you tries to take the next step, either he gets interrupted or he ends up getting cold feet because he’s scared of doing the wrong thing and making you uncomfortable. And it’s ridiculous because Dazai has so many memories, he should know at least vaguely what you like and what you don’t like but he thinks having the memories are a double-edged sword because he overwhelms himself if what ifs: what if he assumes you like something and you end up not liking it in this universe, what if he does something that you only liked after the two of you have been together for a while and you’re uncomfortable with him doing it because you’re not as comfortable with him. Maybe Dazai is just overthinking it all but how can he not when you’re involved. He wants everything to be perfect for you. 

“Is this okay?” you whisper, separating your lips from his just enough for him to answer your question. Your breath mingles with his and Dazai can hardly think straight; it’s hot, dizzying, there’s something so intimate about it that it makes his body fuzzy.

“Yeah,” he says, eyelashes fluttering as he looks up at you. “It’s okay.”

You kiss him again. His lips move against yours desperately, needy, he’d be embarrassed if you weren’t matching his energy, but you are. He can feel your fingers tugging at his hair, your hips grinding down against his. Every time you start to pull away, he lifts his head from where it’s laying flush against the pillows, chasing your lips. 

He needs you. His hands slide from your thighs to your waist, keeping your body pressed to his. He’s needed you since the day he came in contact with the Book and learned about you, since the day he met you at the club, maybe even since the day he was born even if he hadn’t known it at the time. He thinks his entire life has led to this, to the two of you being together; your souls have been entangled since the moment you were born and he isn’t sure how he ever thought a life without you was possible. 

“I need you,” he gasps against your lips, hips jerking up just a bit to try to alleviate the pressure building in his lower abdomen, desperate to reach down and unbutton his slacks, but wanting you to make the first move.

Whatever nerves that have made him get cold feet all of the other times the two of you have tried to take the next stop are long gone. You don’t give him any time to wonder if he’s doing the wrong thing—the fingers of one of your hands intertwining with his dark locks, just tight enough to make him hiss into your mouth, eyes rolling back at the pleasant sting. Your other hand slides across his chest, even through his dress shirt, your fingertips seem to scorch through to his skin, leaving his body tingling everywhere you touch.

“You have me,” you tell him, breathless, and Dazai can’t bite back the noise that slips from his lips, wanton and obscene, borderline pornographic—if he was any more coherent, he might be embarrassed but he can’t find it in him. Not when he’s finally getting what he’s wanted after all of this time. 

His hands fly down to his slacks, he fumbles with the button and zipper before yanking them down just enough to free his cock and he watches as you sit back on his thighs, eyes wide and lips parted as your gaze focuses in on his cock, watching as the leaking precum dribbles down his length, alongside the vein running along the underside of his cock. 

“Please,” he breathes out, fingers biting into your thighs as he bunches your dress up to your hips, another low moan spilling from his lips just at the thought of what’s about to happen, lashes fluttering.

You don’t even take off your panties, clearly driven by the same desperation that he is as you slide them to the side and position yourself above his cock and Dazai gnaws at his bottom lip when he feels the tip pressing against your entrance. He can feel how wet you are already, so drenched that your slick is dripping down the length of his cock. His hips stutter up instinctively, but instead of pushing inside, his cock slides between your folds and he whimpers, arm flying to cover the lower half of his face. You don’t let him, fingers wrapping around his wrist to pull his arm from his face and pin it to the mattress above him.

“Don’t hide yourself,” you say softly.

Dazai thinks there must be stars in his eyes as he looks up at you. You’re so beautiful, lips parted as you pant softly, an adoring expression on your face as you look down at him. He loves you. He loves you, god, he loves you more than he’s ever loved anything in his life; he thinks that nothing the other Dazais ever felt for any of the other yous could ever compare to how he feels for you.

When his tip starts to push into your tight hole, all he can let out is another loud, lewd noise; his head falls back against the pillows. His ears are ringing, but distantly, he can hear you gasp. His vision is blurry as he forces himself to look up at you but Dazai thinks you look otherworldly with your head tilted back as his cock starts to stretch you out, lips swollen and wet from the kisses you’d shared. He thinks he must look insane, pupils blown wide and eyes wild as he tries to focus on the sight of you. All of the clever wheels that usually turn within his mind are crumbling.

His fingertips leave crescents in your thighs as you sink down on his cock slowly—too slow, it leaves his head dizzy as your warmth slowly envelops his length. He’s imagined this so many times before. Dozens. Hundreds. He has so many memories of the feeling of your body flush to his, thighs over his shoulders as he fucks you deep and slow, swallowing your moans, but he thinks that nothing compares to this, the sight of you above him, watching your body tremble and face shift as his cock stretches you out. He barely refrains from letting out a string of strangled curses, barely able to hold his eyes open to watch you. 

You give yourself a moment to adjust, and when you do, you look down at Dazai. He thinks he must look a mess—chest heaving, breath erratic, eyes heavy and lidded and entirely glazed over—but he doesn’t care, not with the way your hand slides up his abdomen, fingers tracing patterns along the bandages covering his body. You look beautiful—you always look beautiful—but you look extra beautiful right now, and he thinks he could stare at you forever and never tire of it. 

Experimentally, you roll your hips—it’s still slow, agonizingly slow—and Dazai throws his head back, another obscene moan spilling from  his lips.

“Fuck,” he gasps, his fingers falling from your thighs to twist the sheets below him, knuckles white. “Feels so good. So good.”

You let out a hum that’s caught between a moan and agreement as you continue the slow rolls of your hips, hands sliding up and down his abdomen in a way that’s deceptively innocent and soothing compared to how his cock is dragging along your walls. His body shudders at the feeling of it, heat pooling in his abdomen so quickly that it has his whole body tensing as he tries to push it away. 

“You’re so perfect.” Words spill from his lips, more of a babble than anything else as you lean down to ghost your lips over his jaw, nibbling over the bandages covering his Adam’s apple. It bobs beneath your teeth as he lets out another shaky noise. “S’like you’re made for me. I’d do anything for you. Anything. You know that, right? Anything you want, it’s yours.”

He doesn’t know what to do with his hands, clawing at the sheets and occasionally reaching for your thighs, and he doesn’t know what to do with his body, hips jerking up at an erratic pace, like he’s trying to meet your pace but his body simply can’t match the slow rolls of your hips, desperate for more. He doesn’t know how you’re so put together—maybe you’re not, he can see through a blurry vision how your lashes are fluttering with each roll of your hips, breath shaky, but you’re just not as far gone as he already is.

“Anything?” you murmur, and he can feel your lips curve up against his neck.

“Anything.” His breath hitches, fingers reaching for your hips as he rocks his up into you, a desperate attempt to get you to pick up the pace. “‘d give you the whole world, burn it for you, anything you want, I’d give it to you.”

His hands slide up from your thighs to your waist as you lean down to press your lips against his in a deceptively innocent kiss. He tries to chase your lips as you straighten up but you don’t let him, one of your hands curling around his throat—not choking him, but firm enough that it goes right to his cock, lips parting in a silent moan—while the other braces back on his thigh.

He thinks that nothing could have prepared him for the feeling of you picking up the pace. His breath hitches, he chokes over a moan, stars sparkle in his vision as the tip of his cock presses deep inside of you. You sigh out his name and Dazai thinks this might be the closest he ever gets to heaven: you on top of him, cock buried to the hilt in your cunt, the sight of your blissed out face above him as his head spins. 

“Oh, fuck,” Dazai cries out, back arching and hand flying to cover his face again but the hand you have on his thigh flies forward to snatch his wrist before he can, pinning it back above his head. Dazai’s eyes roll back, you’re leaning over him entirely now, leaning most of your weight on the hand that’s pinning his wrist but the new angle adds pressure onto how you’re squeezing his neck, paring his airways just enough to make his lungs burn. “More. Faster, fuck, I-ah-”

His voice falls off into another moan, head falling to the side to press his cheek against the pillow. He thinks drool is starting to pool at the corner of his lips but he doesn’t care, he can’t even think at this point, too lost in the lewd sound of skin-on-skin, the sloppiness of his cock fucking deep in your cunt, your soft moans and gasps, lost in the feeling of your tight walls clamping down on his cock, the warmth, the wetness, your fingers digging into his wrist and the sides of his neck. He wants to tell you that he needs more but the words are garbled, entirely unintelligible. 

He forces his eyes back open, feeling the tears spilling over his cheeks just from the intensity of it all, the intensity of you. You’re gentle with him even when your hand is wrapped around his throat and his cock is splitting you open—he can feel the soothing circles you rub with your thumb, he can see the way you’re searching his face to make sure he’s okay. Dazai is just so overwhelmed that he can’t stop the way his next moan breaks into a sob; acutely realizing just how deprived he’d been of any type of care or love before meeting you, and forcibly coming to terms with the fact that he is never going to be able to go without this again, without you again. He’d known it to some extent before this, the thought of losing you and the light you bring him has made his stomach churn violently but this…

He’s torn from his thoughts when you suddenly stop the rolls of your hips, halting the spreading heat in his lower abdomen desperately. The noise that escapes him is something caught between distress and betrayal, dark eyes wide as he looks up at you questioningly, but the expression on your face makes his breath catch. Your hand slides up from his throat to cup his cheek, your other hand releasing his wrist so that you can hold his face between your hands, thumbs wiping away the tears spilling over his cheeks.

Distantly, Dazai recognizes that he’s still choking over sobs and that’s probably why you’ve stopped and that only rips his chest apart more because of course, you’re still putting him above you—even when you’re mad, even when you’ve just fought, when he’s betrayed you in a way that should be unforgivable, you’re still kissing away his tears and putting aside your own needs to take care of him

He doesn’t deserve you. Not in any universe, but especially not in this one.

He thinks he could stay here for eternity. Fuck the rest of the world. Fuck the Port Mafia. Fuck his plan. He just wants to stay here with you, your lips brushing his, sharing the same sliver of air. He leans into your touch, groaning against your lips when he feels your walls spasm around him.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathes out, unsure if you can even understand him. “You’re so-”

His words fall off into another moan, and he can’t control his hips as they thrust up sharply against yours, another string of incoherent curses escaping his hips as your breath catches and you straighten back up, head falling back as you gasp his name.

Your nails dig crescents into his upper thighs through his bandages as you brace yourself back against them. You move your hips again—faster, this time, harder, and Dazai thinks his head is in the clouds. He’s so deep inside of you that he can feel everything, jaw falling slack as heat spreads through his body too rapidly for him to get control over. He wants to throw a hand over his mouth to muffle the lewd, pitched moans spilling from his lips but he can’t drag his hands from where they’re clawing at your hips, desperately trying to help you meet him with each thrust.

“I-hah-shit, I’m gonna-fuck-”

He slurs out your name and several obscenities, trying to warn you that he’s going to cum when he feels his cock twitching inside of you and his abdomen tensing, but you only lean down to press a lingering kiss to the corner of his lips and Dazai is gone. He wants to watch you, he tries, but he can’t hold his eyes open, they’re half-rolled back as he chokes over moans of your name, hips stilling as he cums deep inside of you. His body twitches, expression twisted as he presses his head so hard into the pillow that he thinks he might permanently indent it. 

His head is spinning, lungs burning, sweat beading at his forehead and hair matted to his face—he thinks he’s never cum so hard in his entire life; all of the nights he spent alone, desperately trying to fuck his hand to the thought of you in attempts to mimic how you’ve made all the other Dazais feel, to give himself some semblance of the pleasure you’ve brought him in other lives to hold him over on particularly lonely nights, they’ve never felt like this.

You don’t stop, even as he squirms and lets out jumbled pleas beneath you, body shuddering at the overstimulation but you’re too lost in chasing your own high now. He spasms beneath you, nails digging into your thigh as you fuck his cum deeper inside of you, bouncing on his cock desperately. He doesn’t care that the sensitivity is pushing his body to the brink, letting you use him however you want if it means he gets to see you like this. 

Dazai’s head feels light, pins and needles pricking his body—he thinks he might pass out but he forces himself to hold on, enraptured by the sight of you on top of him with your eyes half-rolled back, lips parted and throat bared to him. Your tits are half-spilling out over the low-cut of your dress and Dazai thinks you’re fucking divine. The only holy thing in this godless world. He wants to spend the rest of his life worshiping you.

“I’m gonna-” you gasp, head falling backward as one final roll of your hips that has your clit grinding against his pelvic bone sends you spiraling over the edge. 

Dazai wants to sear the image of you behind his eyelids, watching as your nails drag against his thighs, drawing red lines even through the bandages, back arching, head tossed back—your body is trembling violently as you cum on his cock, expression twisted and entirely blissed out, sobbing over his name. He chokes and gasps at the feeling of your cunt tightening around his sensitive cock again, jaw tight and spots dancing in his vision as he’s so abruptly pushed over the edge a second time, the coil in his abdomen tightening and snapping all within the span of a few seconds.

He’s still reeling when he feels you slump forward onto his chest, burying your face in the crook of his neck, shivering in the aftershocks of your orgasm. He’s only half aware as he instinctively brings his hands up to rest on your hips, rubbing soft circles of your hip bones to try to soothe you. 

He shudders when you press a kiss to his neck right at the edge of his bandages, and then tilt your head up to press another on his jaw. One of your hands comes up to caress the back of his head, fingers carding through the dark locks in a way that has his eyes drooping shut. 

“We’re not done with this conversation,” you finally say after a few moments of silence, voice soft, breaking the silence. Dazai stiffens a bit, lips parting to respond but no words leave them. “... but let’s just lay like this for a while first, okay?”

He lets out a shaky breath, still not entirely convinced that he’s not going to lose you, so he lets his eyes flutter shut as he nods. He may as well bask in this for as long as he can, and if you notice the way his fingers dig just a little deeper into your skin after your words process, you don’t mention it. 

“Yeah,” he murmurs, “okay.”

Dazai wakes up the next morning and you’re nowhere to be seen. The bed is frighteningly cold next to him and his heart is instantly in his throat. He doesn’t waste a second before he’s sitting up in bed, looking around, eyes wild and heart racing. He doesn’t settle down, not until his eyes fall upon where you’re sitting curled up on the chair of the desk he never uses, eyes trained on the dark clouds outside the window, the beauty of the sunrise wilted by a morning storm.

“His intention was to make me leave you.” You’re not looking at him, but you must have heard him sit up. “Fyodor Dostoevsky. The things he told me, they were to make me leave you.”

Dazai doesn’t move an inch, throat swelling. He forces himself to ask, “What did he tell you?”

He isn’t sure if he wants to know.

“It doesn’t matter,” you say—Dazai thinks that it definitely does, but he bites back the questions that rise to his tongue because you’re clearly not about to budge on your answer. “Who is he?”

“A monster,” Dazai bites out, bitterness seeping into his tone as he leans back against the headboard, eyes still trained on where you’re curled on his chair, gaze distant. “You have to stay away from him.”

“Well, I didn’t intend on seeking him out,” you say it so dryly that Dazai nearly finds humor in it. Nearly. The smile that rises to his lips is mirthless at best. You turn to look at him, finally, and Dazai finds only cool indifference on your face; the fondness, the softness, the gentleness from last night are all gone. He wonders if you regret it, but he doesn’t let that thought linger, it’ll only make him sick. “... He doesn’t seem like the type to give up.”

“He never is,” Dazai murmurs, ignoring the brief, questioning look you direct toward him, mind drifting off to all of the Russian’s incessant attempts to take you from him in all of the other universes. “Did he tell you what his plan was?”

Dazai doubts it, but maybe there was something he said to you that shed some light to it.

“He didn’t have to,” you say quietly. “He wants Yokohama, for whatever reason—couldn’t figure that out, I think he’s looking for something—and clearly, he has to get through you to get it. He thinks the best way of getting through you is by taking me away from you first. That’s what I’d gathered from how he was talking at least, what he was saying about you, the way he was phrasing it. I’d put together enough on my own during the night to fill in the blanks. He told me things about what you’d done as… what you’d done as boss of the Port Mafia—things you’ve done to enemies… to allies. He told me that I’d see the real you as soon as you realize that the meeting he set up was a farce; that the mask you put up would crumble and I would see you for the demon that you are.”

Dazai doesn’t respond, jaw tight as he averts his gaze to the window—he’d played right into Dostoevsky’s hands. He can hardly bring himself to look at you; he wonders if you do see him differently now that the cloud from the night before has worn off, but he can’t bring himself to ask. Now’s not the time anyway, there are more pressing matters.

“... He’ll come after me again, won’t he?” you ask quietly. “Getting me to leave you willingly didn’t work. If he’s so set on me being the trigger to your downfall, then he’ll come after me again.”

He would. As he always has. Of course, Dostoevsky would try to get to him through you, he’s tried it in every universe, and Dazai hadn’t been careful enough. He hadn’t been smart enough. He’d known this was going to happen and was still arrogant enough to believe he could somehow prevent it. He was a fool, and he was a fool at the cost of your safety. He doesn’t know how to respond to you, he doesn’t want to confirm your suspicions, he doesn’t want to admit that this is all his fault, that he knew this would happen and was selfish enough to pursue you anyway.

“... I’m scared, Osamu,” you finally say quietly, and you suddenly look a lot smaller from where you’re sitting on his desk chair, hunched over with your knees tucked to your chest. “I’m really scared.”

Dazai’s heart claws up to his throat and he pushes himself out of bed, still dressed haphazardly in his suit from the night before. He makes his way over to you and kneels in front of you, hands curling around your ankles as he looks up at you.

“I won’t let anything happen to you,” he tells you, voice a bit more raspier than he intended for it to come across as. “I don’t care what I have to do to ensure it, how low I have to stoop. I will not let anything happen to you, do you understand?”

Your eyes meet his, and he can’t help but notice that doubt still riddles your gaze as you search his face, as if you want to believe him but can’t bring yourself to. A pit starts to grow in his stomach, wide and gaping as he realizes that this is all really about to happen, and one mistake on his part could lead you to the same fate you’ve met in so many other worlds because of him.

Finally, the doubt slowly clears as you let out a soft breath, nodding, and Dazai inhales sharply, laying his forehead against your shin as he lets his eyes slide shut.

He won’t let it happen. Not again. 

again there was NO plot development in the smut - you guys didn't miss out on anything, pinky swear. i restructured the scene to fit the only notable scene (bandage removal) into the part before the smut, so if that felt a little forced, that was why </3 it wasn't supposed to be there. i was struggling trying to figure out how to move it upward a bit. the only arguable "plot" development was dazai letting go of his control freakiness to let her take the lead

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[sgdlr-asdfghjkl]

Link Click Musical Masterlist 🔍🌟

#音乐剧时光代理人# <- 'Time Agents Musical' main tag, pictures tab - shows majority of stage pictures in chronological order, updates from official Encore Musicals show up here too.

Tips: 1) Visit the OP's profiles! They usually post more than the one photo you can see in a thumbnail. And it's easier to browse & save pics through the profile.

2) Even though you can scroll the pics tab indefinitely, without a weibo account you won't be able to easily access older posts, as they'll get buried under the user's newer posts (there's a roundabout way mentioned in my guide). So I recommend to visit this tag frequently, if you wanna be sure nothing is hidden away 🔍 Daily or once in a 2-3 days will be enough imo, it's not very crowded tag ^^

3) ⬆You can also check videos in this tag, the orange tab has 10 most recent clips from the musical (other one has the most popular ones).

接着奏乐接着舞Musicals (Encore Musicals) <- official profile of a theatre that runs LC stage, they post the cast schedules, photos/behind the scenes clips, whenever new actor debuts, there's a special guests or a cast member has a birthday. They also report when an actor goes on a health break. Tip: all LC actors can be found in the pinned post (you'd need OCR 'image-text' tool to copy their names from pics though)

Encore Musicals Bilibili account <- theatre's official profile on a major cn video-sharing platform (more bts clips)

动画师lan <- bonus link to studio LAN profile, that's where they post the mysterious animation frames~

校医来啦 <- profile of a chief producer of LC Musical, Chen Xiaoyi

兮兮兮辞_ <- profile of an executive producer of LC musical

Metablue赛博蓝 <- bilibili of a music producer, she did videos about working on LC musical songs

🌟Actors

their personal weibo profile & actor specific hashtag (the 'diamond tag', you find the most stuff here)

Lu Guang

Wang Minhui - @王敏辉Black 王敏辉

Wu Yihan - @音乐剧演员吴以瀚 音乐剧演员吴以瀚

Guo Hongxu - @郭虹旭_GHX 郭虹旭

Du Guangyi - @杜光禕 杜光祎

Zhu Hanbin - @Keb_朱涵彬 朱涵彬

Yin Haolun - @殷浩倫Monster

Yang Haoran - @YANGHRAN 杨浩然hr

Cheng Xiaoshi

Cai Qi - @超级蔡淇 超级蔡淇

Shu Rongbo - @舒荣波-Bobi 舒荣波

Ji Xiaokun - @原来是纪晓坤啊 纪晓坤

Teng Chunpeng - @滕春鹏tcp 滕春鹏 (cw: heel injury pic is the only post on his @profile ><, just visit the tag)

Ding Xingchen - @D丁星辰 丁星辰

Cao Muzhi - @曺牧之 曹牧之

Bai Zhuoming - @丿日亻卓钅名 白倬铭

Wang Yifei - @王逸飞_V 王逸飞

Jing Yanqiao - @井彦乔JING_ 井彦乔

Guo Hongxu - @郭虹旭_GHX 郭虹旭 (yes, he plays both)

Qiao Ling

Cai Lu - @蔡璐_Katherine 蔡璐

Deng Xianling - @邓贤凌邓阿凌 邓贤凌

Wu Hanglu - @吴杭律 吴杭律

Feng Xinyao - @冯鑫垚smile 冯鑫垚

Xian Dongyue - @嘀嗒_强东玥 强东玥

Zuo Yiping - @左一平儿 左一平

Qian Anqi - @钱安琪麦麦 钱安琪

Yan Lehuang - @闫乐湟乐乐 闫乐湟

Lu Hongbin/Cheng Xiao

Zhang Jiahao - @张嘉豪music 演员张嘉豪

Li Zexi - @李泽熙Zenith 李泽熙

Xu Fangxing - @阿星-许放星 许放星

Zhi Bowen - @智小少总是不靠谱 智博闻

Zhou Bobo - @就叫我波波好了 周波波波波波

Zhang Zhiwei - @张智伟_

Song Yuanming - @教练 我zen勒想打球！ 宋元明

Gaoer Jinbaoyin - @高尔金宝音 高尔金宝音

Lin Zhen/Cheng Xiao's mom

Hong Guo - @红果其实是洪果 音乐剧演员洪果

Liao Jingyuan - @廖婧媛LJY 廖婧媛

Guo Zhenyan - @郭珍艳Miki 郭珍艳

En Yu - @恩妤Ura

Shen Tian - @音乐剧演员沈恬 音乐剧演员沈恬

Yu Mengying - @于梦滢yummy 于梦滢

Zhu Jiayan - @朱佳艳Rio 朱佳艳

Zhang Ruishu - @_张睿姝_

Zou Ziyue - @-Zou醉是子月 邹子月

A few actors for supporting cast don't have a tag bc they seem to be newbie actors and/or have very small online presence

Tips: 1) Without a weibo account you can scroll through the actor's tag only up to abt 45 most recent posts. The actors perform in multiple plays (duh) so non-LC photos will show up too.

2) Imo the most optimal method, so the limits won't stop you is: go to the main 'LC musical' tag and see what's new. Check schedule for the cast lineup in a recent performance. Go to the actors' tags to see what's new.

3) Sometimes there are 2 performances on a same day, with different actors. So don't be surprised if you find mixed lineups under one date.

4) Mostly QL and Lin Zhen's actresses post behind the scenes photos on their personal profiles. Don't bother looking up the guys accounts, unless it's a holiday or their b-day >< From what I remember, only Wu Yihan posts abt his cat. Zhang Jiahao and Zhou Bobo post selfies sometimes. Ji Xiaokun posts his own photography (he's good!).

5) Google translate, however broken, is enough to translate the captions, so use it for context✨Ppl sometimes give their reviews titled 'repos' from the stage they've seen 🙏

6) You'll find more musical related clips under the actor's tag, than in 'LC musical' main tag. It's usually in an actor's fancam, but not always. Useful when you like an actor or there was a particular moment you want to see from a different angle🌟👌

7) The clips tab (one in the middle) under the actor's tag has no time limited access. You can browse and watch the videos without issues!

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I'll try to add missing tags when the actors debut 💪 And if you find any mistakes or a broken links, please let me know 🙏 For those who read it all, here's a present ;>

光时 <- bonus Shiguang ship tag, they're just like us fr (but way more horny on main), there's lots of art, from cute fluff to nsfw djs >>

OKAY that's all I have🎉

#link click musical #shiguang dailiren #weibo #link click #there are many links to click actually 🤓 #masterlist #niebo brainrot talk #text post

[venusswhite]

Above the Ruins | masterlist

Simon Ghost Riley x fem!reader

Num mundo devastado pelo caos e pela ameaça dos mortos-vivos, dois destinos se entrelaçam de forma inesperada. Ghost, um ex-militar endurecido assombrado pelos horrores da guerra, encontra [leitor], uma jovem perdida e desolada. Com sua experiência e determinação, Ghost decide ajudá-la, e juntos embarcam em uma perigosa jornada em busca de um centro de refugiados.

notes: English is not my first language, and I initially wrote this fanfic in Portuguese. With the help of online resources, I rewrote it in English.

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#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost cod #ghost x reader #simon 'ghost' riley x reader #cod fanfic #task force 141 #call of duty fanfic #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #simon riley imagine

[storiesofsvu]

It's Bingo Time!!

I usually do some kind of bingo for my birthday/spring and I figured it'd be fun to do one again this year. Though the timeline may be different, we'll see lol.

Prompts are all spring/summer themed or smut. Any and all of them can be made as suggestive as you’d like, you don’t need to keep the smut fics to the smut prompts!

Submissions can be anything! A mood board, headcanons, drabbles, gif sets, a one shot, a mini series/collection including all the prompts, social media au’s, whatever you want!!

The rest of the rules are under the cut!

Prompts can be made into any genre, make it super spicy, super fluffy, or heartbreaking. Just make sure to include any and all appropriate warning at the top and in the tags!!

Fics can be a ship, reader insert, an OC, whatever you want! This is for you to have some fun and get creative!

Accepted Fandoms:

-Anything and Everything!! Yes!! I am always wide open to every fandom out there! It does not need to be something I write for, regularly read or even know what it is! It’s your choice!

Some examples:

Law and Order (svu, oc, og, ci),Criminal Minds, 911, MCU, One Chicago, NCIS, Grey’s Anatomy, OUAT, CAOS, Private Practice, Abbott Elementary and everything and anything in between!

Rules!

You must tag me @storiesofsvu and use the hastag #kbdaybingo2024 on each creation. There’s a chance I will put together a masterlist (and if I do I likely won’t until it’s all over)

Bingo begins May 1st and runs all the way to June 27th

Only post ONE creation PER DAY, and only one square per creation

No under age oc’s/yn’s

Tag all and every warning appropriately at the top of the fic

Anything over 1000 words MUST be under a readmore

Please appropriately tag your characters! I don’t want to see a list of side characters who have one line or are only mentioned when it’s a specific character x reader fic!

For each fic you write, you’ll earn a ballot and at the end I’ll do a draw and there will be a winner!! (don’t ask me what the prize is yet lol)

Everyone is welcome to participate! (anyone submitting or reading smut must be over 18!!)

If you have any questions feel free to message me!!

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tagging some people I think might be interested!

@whiteberryx @rustyzebra @iamnotoriginalphil @happenstnces @bullet-prooflove @hotchfiles @prentiss-theorem @scorpsik @thatesqcrush @witches-unruly-heart @polkadotpenguin16 @escapingrealtiylovinginsanity @waitingfortheendtocome @five-bi-five-mind @demonicbaby666 @baubeautyandthegeek @safficranger @valentinesfrog @milfandh0ney @asolitaryrose3 @alexblakegf @hotchs-big-hands @just-a-torn-up-masterpiece @mxmmyprentiss @alexblakeisgay @jordanstark007 @chestnutninny @maximoffcarter @lizdonnelly @v3nusxsky

#writing #writing bingo #criminal minds #law and order svu #law and order #grey's anatomy #ncis #abbott elementary #chicago pd #chicago med #mayans mc #marvel mcu

[redskull199987]

Hey

Can you do a ragnar x reader x lagertha where she refuses their proposal to be with them bcs she thinks they are caos ( they are tbh)

Thank you

I absolutely love this one, it was so much fun to write. It's a little bit short though, I hope you don't mind:)

I walk alone

Ragnar x Lagertha x female!reader Request

Word count:0.7k

Warnings:none

Summary:Ragnar and Lagertha keep nagging you about marrying them, but even though you're in love with them, a marriage is something that you didn't even consider so far...

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"We won't ask you again, Y/N", Lagertha mumbled. I felt how she traced the features of my face with her delicate fingers. Nevertheless, my eyes remained shut. I was not giving in.

"She's right", Ragnar agreed and I felt how his cold hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer to him.

"You guys are annoying", I answered and finally opened my eyes, "This question is getting tiring"

"What do you mean?", Lagertha asked, Irritationen in her voice.

I sighed and slowly started to get up, trying to get out of their embrace.

"It means, I won't marry you", I said, giving her a calming smile.

"Don't take it too personal", I explained while starting to get dressed.

"What do you mean, don't take it too personal?", Ragnar wondered. He sat up now too, eyeing my every movement.

I watched, as Lagertha propped herself up next to him, leaning on his shoulder, while Ragnar kissed her temple softly.

I smiled at the two. They were truly made for each other.

Only recently, I had joined their relationship and to say it was awesome, was an understatement. But still, I couldn't bring myself to agree to marry them. Not only were they already happy before me, but they were also absolute chaos. I have no idea, how these two survived so far. Whenever I joined them for literally anything, something went wrong. It was disastrous. If they didn't have each other, one of them would've died at least once by now.

I had no idea if it was because of me or if they were like this on their own too, but the chaos sometimes was too much for me to handle.

And of course, I loved them. I loved being together with them, spending time with them, but marrying them? That is something that never really fitted into my head.

"I will see you later.", I explained, as I kissed them goodbye. Ragnar only nodded, while Lagertha tried to pull me back into bed, but I managed to escape eventually.

"Lagertha, you know I have to help my brother with his shop."

"Oh he can build his boats alone." Ragnar mumbled. I playfully punched his arm.

"Don't talk about your best friend like that!",I scolded them.

"But it's true.", He laughed and layed back down, "Floki is the best boat builder in the nine realms."

"Well, maybe I just like seeing my brother.",I smiled, as I turned around to leave.

"See you later, you two. I love you.", I shouted as I stepped out of the door.

"We love you too, Y/N!", I heard the laughting, as I left their home.

I was making my way over the market of Kattegat, in search of my Brother Floki. But it seemed like he was still at his house, a little bit away from the town.

"Y/N"

I turned around, as I watched Bjorn jogging towards me. I smiled at the young boy and greeted him.

"Hello Bjorn.", I smiled, "How are you doing?"

"Oh, I'm fine.",He said and looked at me,"Have you said yes by now?"

"Oh you too now", I sighed, "Why is everybody asking me that today?"

Bjorn smiled at me Apologetic:"Sorry. It's just... I really want to know."

"I didn't say yes so far.", I informed him, "And I won't say yes."

"Why not?", he asked perplexed.

"So, you approve?", I grinned.

"Honestly, my parents are absolute chaos, you're making them a lot more bearable.", he explained.

I chuckled at his words:"Well, thank you. But I still won't marry them."

"Huh",Bjorn huffed, "Its your choice after all. But you won't leave them, right?"

"Gods, no!", I said, "I love them too much for that, I just won't marry them."

"well that's fine by me.", Bjorn said and patted my shoulder,"I'll see you later."

"Yeah, bye", I smiled and watched as he made his way back to the Market.

I was walking alone again. I guess I would be doing that 'till eternity.

#Vikings #Viking edit #Vikings edit #Vikings edits #Vikings fic #Vikings fanfic #vikings fanfiction #Vikings os #Vikings Oneshot #Vikings x reader #Ragnar #ragnar lothbrok #Lagertha #lagertha lothbrok #Lagertha x reader #Lagertha fic #Lagertha os #Ragnar x reader #Ragnar fic #Ragnar os #Ragnar x Lagertha #Ragnar x Lagertha x reader #Ragnar x Lagertha x female!reader #Female #Female reader #edit #oneshot #x reader #female!reader

[fadingsnow]

MASTERLIST AND ABOUT ME - welcome to the iron throne's residence

divider credits : @cafekitsune

ABOUT ME: You can call me Mel :)! I'm a girl who loves to write on anything I like. HUGEE fan of CAOS for literal years. Never hesistate to reach out to me! You can request anything as long it's in these fandoms:

THE CHILLING ADVENTURES OF SABRINA, LOCKWOOD AND CO, HOUSE OF THE DRAGON, GAME OF THRONES, SHADOW AND BONE, WARRIOR NUN, DOMINA, THE LAST KINGDOM, THE SANDMAN, THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY, HARRY POTTER, THE GREAT, KARATE KID AND COBRAI KAI, HUNGER GAMES or others if I've watched them!

REQUESTING RULES : I'm not comfortable writing gore, etc. Anything that's really typical violence.

GOT UNIVERSE

AEGON

power is power, pt 1 pt 2

love me harder

"would you fancy to sleep with me tonight, in my bed?” “only if we cuddle.”

round 2?

aegon targaryen cuddling headcanons

comfort (short)

my heart will never feel, never feel, never see (my heart, then it falls)

AEMOND

power is power, pt 1 pt 2

being aemond and helaena's lover headcannons

if our love died, would that be the worst thing?

willow

HELAENA

being aemond and helaena's lover headcannons

RHAENYRA

my perzītsos

being yandere! rhaenyra and yandere! alicent's lover headcannons

ALICENT

being yandere! rhaenyra and yandere! alicent's lover headcannons

DAENERYS

falling in love with you

CREGAN STARK

cuddling headcanons

MYSARIA

bloodline

SANSA STARK

nice closet

PERCY JACKSON UNIVERSE

PERCY JACKSON

werewun semachelew

CAOS UNIVERSE

SABRINA SPELLMAN

"You're only supposed to start missing things after you've said goodbye to them, right?"

the first date

THE SANDMAN UNIVERSE

DREAM

the dreaming

midnight swim

DOMINA UNIVERSE

GAUIS

manipulation headcannons

HARRY POTTER UNIVERSE

FRED WEASLEY

i'll spend her love

HUNGER GAMES

CORIOLANUS SNOW

give me tough love

in the end, it's him and i

no, don't stay quiet

g-genius

time cast a spell on you, but you won't forget me

love me harder

cardigan, pt. 2 - london boy

christmas burrito

dress

afterglow

snowman

new girl

and then she made my lips turn

#house of the dragon #make this go viral #hotd #hotd x reader #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon ii fanfic #rhaenyra targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #alicent hightower x reader #Spotify

[yanfeisty]

I was seeing the memes you posted (and laughing like crazy 🙊) and I see this one of the reader not conecting for one day and all Tevyat end in caos, so i think to request for headcanons for the reader not entering in the game because they were busy (maybe whit school stuff), how the cult will take that?

Genshin Impact sagau | Logging off for a while

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : Genshin x Creator!Reader

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : You've been offline for a long time now, Teyvat is now without it's Creator.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : Religious themes.

𝐀/𝐍 : First, I'm glad that I made you laughed, and you liked my memes. And, I did some calculation if you're off for a week, there's a year and a few months that pass in Teyvat, I was like damn and I wanted to say it to just make you know, it really gonna be a mess.

Masterlist

. For those who are self aware, which means your acolytes, they knew the time didn't pass the same where you were, and in their world the days felt extremely short. So, while they had to wait a long time, they couldn't do anything even if some were impatient, they couldn't except for you to be with them all the time.

. You were pretty regular, and they generally knew when you would comeback, so they waited, and waited, after a few weeks, months, until it started to become worrying. It was likely you were just busy, but they couldn't help but to think of others possibilities, did you lost your password? You would have redone it. Was there a hacker? They would have sense it. Did you lost interest? No, no, you couldn't, not as their Creator. Were you kidnapped? It would be the worse situation, as they couldn't do anything.

. Everyone in Teyvat knew that you were sometimes using vessels, but not everyone gained the lucidity of their world, they didn't know you were somewhere else, that you were just a presence roaming around before fully returning. So, when you weren't there anymore, a panic mass was created, The Creator left us again was the headline of The Steambird and on everyone's minds.

. They started to blame themselves to maybe not welcoming you the way you wanted, or they had committed sins which caused you to leave. Even worse, with all things that happened with the Fatuis and monsters, some predicted the end of the world. Others thought that just like Rex Lapis, you may had been assassinated, causing the religious people in Teyvat to demand for a hunt.

. Leaders of nations tried to calm down the crowd, like the Qixing and Knights of Favonius, they couldn't talk about the fact you were in another world, thinking that this one was just a game, so it was a difficult situation. They would sent other acolytes to reassuring people that they felt your presence in them was alright.

. They tried to come up with a solution, they thought of shattering the screen separating you from them, and enter your world, but it would be extremely hard, and there was plenty possibilities of what could turn wrong. Fortunately, they knew how to use the sending mails feature, promising offerings at your return and asking how are you with encouraging and comforting words, but they didn't want to spam or look suspicious, so they could only wait and hope it reached you.

. After some time, sadness would overcome them, they couldn't do more, just pray and wait. People like The Traveler, Childe, Kazuha and Albedo wanted to go back on adventure with you, alone wasn't an option or it didn't feel the same, like they were a soul roaming around without a purpose. Some like Qiqi, Xiao or Kaeya just missed your warmth, it felt like their visions were taken away, leaving only emptiness and pain.

. When you came back, they may had shown a bit too much emotions than they should, saying lines that weren't in their voice lines and using expressions they usually didn't use. They were glad you returned, there was nothing to worry, you were just busy. Now, they hoped, it wouldn't happen again soon, though they would be better prepared, and this event made them work even harder on the device to make you come in Teyvat, and you wouldn't have to worry anymore about what was happening in your world.

#sagau #self aware genshin #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin creator au

[pandorasword]

Chaeri as the 8th and youngest member of BTS.

Chaeri's Masterlist

A look through Chaeri's popularity on social media

✰ Instagram

✧ Within 24 hours of opening her individual instagram account, she already reached 20 million followers, making her dominance over male members already evident to the world

✧ To this day, according to statistics, 65% of her followers are males, 30% females and the remaining 5% unspecified

✧ The idea of opening a personal account was proposed by both her and her manager to the company much earlier than it would have been if she was not a member of BTS

✧ Many posts are now invisible on the account as she has archived them

✧ Instagram stories > posts

✧ She has a private account that no one knows about where she follows celebrities she is interested in

✧ She has a monthly tradition where she posts a question box on her stories and answers some of them

✧ Unseen photos of BTS are uploaded by her from time to time

✧ Comments under her pics are disabled, yet every time she posts one, the hashtag #Chaeri goes viral on twitter with all sorts of feedback

✧ Currently the most followed kpop idol with almost 96 million followers

✧ She is featured in the list compiled by wikipedia of the 20 most liked posts ever on instagram: She ranks 18th with 25.3 million likes to a photo portraying her and Jin in the commercial they shot for the perfume 'Lost Lovers' by Maison de l'Asie

The fragrance; The commercial

✰ Youtube

✧ So many fan-videos, YouTube is filled

✧ From the most unlikely ships to the most likely, clips taken from her vlogs or from content posted on the bangtan's official channel, fancam from the least to the best in video quality

✧ Some of the most loved videos on the official BTS channel are those from the 'Chaeri's Maison' series in which the crew films the girl as she builds her fashion brand 'JEONG'

✧ A format also related to her brand is uploaded monthly on youtube during the BTS hiatus. This has Chaeri in the role of interviewer and stylist whose goal is, after interviewing the celebrity guest for that episode, to show them a sketch of an outfit designed specifically for them at the end of the video. This all takes place in a vintage-style atelier, where one wall is completely covered with sketches of outfits for the brand

✧ Fancams of reactions she has during other idols' performances at award shows are constantly uploaded. Among Korean celebrities, she is definitely the one who can least control her facial expression

✧ Videos of the choreo she creates for her and other members are copied by thousands people who load tutorials and covers online

Chaeri as interviewer set up

✰ Tiktok

✧ An interview she had in America literally started her trend on TikTok. The interviewer asked her if she liked living under the label everyone gave her: IT GIRL. From then on, the edits on TikTok with the interviewer's audio in the background along with the girl's iconic moments never stopped.

✧ Famous audios with which she is often edited: Unholy | Escapism | Cardigan | Cannibal | That's my girl

The trend that goes viral

✰ Twitter

✧ Actually the place where there is the most information about her

✧ Those who start following her and want to get info or look for unpublished photos Twitter is the right place to start

✧ #AirportChaeri is trending on every occasion as armys are always amazed by the outfits she chooses to wear

✧ When Chaeri cut her hair short for the first time since her debut there was CAOS on twitter

✧ Twitter is also the place where rumoured ships between Chaeri and other idols are reasoned by fans

✧ It is also very easy to find links leading directly to thousands of fanfictions involving her as the main character. The most followed and famous one sees her as a skilful bank robber by night and a sweet and loving girlfriend of the police chief by day; Plus her partner in crime is in love with her

Credits to media owners

#bts 8th member #bts female member #bts imagines #bts addition #bts female addition #kpop female oc #kpop female member #bts scenarios #bts 8th member au #bts au #bts au fanfic #bts x reader #bangtan #bangtan sonyeondan #bts eighth member

[7-wonders]

Series

As Above, So Below Masterlist

Shatter Masterlist

Mad Love Masterlist

It's Only Forever Masterlist

Oneshots

And God Made Eve to Bear the Curse (vampire!Michael)–Michael wants one thing, and one thing only–to drink from the oasis between your thighs.

Chord Progressions–In the post-apocalyptic world, you find music to be the only thing that makes living in an underground bunker with a bunch of spoiled rich people tolerable. The time finally comes for your interview with the mysterious Cooperative member, Langdon. Will you find your way to salvation? Or will there be more questions than answers?

Bathe Me In Blood–After your numerous questions, Michael invites you to observe as he conducts one of his rituals. The turn that it takes is a welcome surprise for both parties. 

Late-Night Reading–Your new friend Michael (aka the Antichrist) asks you to read to him one night after he has a nightmare.

Ride It Out–The end of the world is terrifying, even when you’re the Antichrist’s lover. 

Driver’s Ed–Michael really wants to learn how to drive a car.

A Sanctuary Within the Sanctuary–The end of the world is more difficult to deal with than you had anticipated. Michael, appreciative of how you’ve stuck by him, decides to show you his thanks. 

Practice Makes Perfect–Michael wants a baby. You want a baby.

Baby Love–You find out you’re pregnant, and now comes the hard part: Surprising Michael.

Sacrificial Lambs–What you thought was just going to be an event to meet the members of Michael’s Satanic church turns into a ritual sacrifice, followed by your unofficial ‘dark’ baptism. As any normal person, you don’t take the murders of two innocent people well. 

Hurt–After an intense fight, Michael inadvertently causes what he does best: Hurt.

Sweet as Cyanide–Michael makes his final decisions for the Sanctuary, and leaves you with a cryptic warning about the upcoming Halloween party.

Without a Word–You’ve always been the light to Michael’s dark, the one who makes everyone smile instead of the one who scares people with a mere glance. Michael has never seen the clouds that lurk inside of you, threatening to spill over and ruin your carefully-constructed image. 

Twilight, Eat Your Heart Out (vampire!Michael)–Pondering your own mortality is never a good long-term solution, especially when you have to compare it to the immortal vampire you’ve found yourself entangled in a relationship with.

Family Man–Michael brings his family along to the last Outpost after realizing that he’s not willing to sacrifice his loved ones for his father’s plan.

Lost In the Shadows–As a naturally curious person, the odd mannerisms of your elusive new boss pique your interest, making you determined to figure out who, or what, he is.

Thinking of Sin (CAOS!au)–Michael, having fully embraced his title as Antichrist and heir to the throne of Hell, invites you to join him as his father’s church, the Church of Night, celebrates one of their most sacred holidays: Lupercalia, the festival of passion.

Creature of the Night (vampire!Michael)–Michael indulges one of your secret fantasies on Halloween.

Heaven & Hell Were Words to Me–A surprise takes a turn that should be sickening, but instead only serves to draw you even further into the web that Michael has woven.

Labyrinth King!Michael headcanons

Vampire Michael Musings

The Thrill of the Chase–Your path once again crosses with Michael’s, this time under much more dire circumstances. Life and death, specifically yours, has suddenly never been more prevalent in your mind.

Marry the Night–Outpost 3 has never been quiet. When you awake and find that, for the first time in months, there’s nothing but silence, you’re determined to get to the bottom of it. Soon, you’ll wish that you had stayed in bed.

Warm and Real and Bright–A Tangled!AU, with Michael as a dark Flynn Rider and reader as Rapunzel. Part II

Self-Indulgence (vampire!Michael)

In Which You're Worried That Michael Might Actually Eat You (vampire!Michael)

Enemies With Benefits (vampire!Michael)–The blood bond that you now share with your vampire boss rears its ugly head.

Interview With the Vampire (vampire!Michael)–Well, if you have no choice but to be in close contact with a vampire, you’re going to ask him everything you’ve ever wanted to know about such creatures.

It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas–Christmas arrives during your quest to show Michael why humanity is worth saving, and you decide to broach the topic with him to get his thoughts.

Sk8 D8 (or: how to teach your Antichrist the art of ice skating)–You take Michael on an ice skating date!

Incident Report–Michael treats everything at Kineros like it’s his, including dangerous chemicals that he should not be playing with like he is. What happens when he creates a mess that affects both of you?

Designed By the Divinity–Sanctuary is the hottest new club on the West Coast. There’s no rules in there, allowing patrons to let loose and enjoy the darkness that lurks within them. When you manage to make it inside the exclusive nightclub, you also manage to capture the attention of its enigmatic owner, Michael Langdon. However, you’re not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.

#what??? claire updating her masterlist??? it's more likely than you think. #um yeah anyways i'm making individual masterlists for characters i've written a lot for #here's michael's! #michael langdon #michael langdon imagine #michael langdon x reader #american horror story #ahs imagine #american horror story imagine

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

Chapter 12 Nemo dat quot non habet (No one gives what they do not have) - Valencia

Sorry for the delay

Taglist: @glitterypirateduck @letsreadallday @jamesrifftapes @mmyrrhh @sofasoap @mistydeyes (she buys the dress here, the date will be in another part)

Disclaimer/warnings: None I think, this is slow and boring, sorry

Previous / Masterlist / Next

Valencia Airport

Morning

Gabriella 'Gabi' Cruz had spent the better part of Laswell's week of absence to plan and plot the 'undercover mission' and to rehearse her arguments to convince her boss about the convenience of transforming a three day operation into a week long affair.

So she was quite bummed when after her first statement Laswell just grabbed the folder and started signing the papers.

You're gonna have your hands full, Cruz.

It was supposed to be an easy operation.

Land in Valencia, drive to Benidorm, grab equipment, latest intel and weapons at the CIA safehouse, spend the rest of the day and night there, initiate things the day after. But first, some unexpected problems had to be amended.

"You can't possibly think that you look like normal people on holiday" Gabi pouted, standing at the baggage reclaim area in the airport, staring at her three companions.

Ghost plainly ignored her, grabbing his bag and quite pissed after putting his balaclava on after having had to settle for a face mask during the flight. Riot was busy checking where the car rental was on her phone and the only one paying attention to her was Soap.

It was true that the three of them looked like... what they were. Military personnel on leave, even if they weren't wearing cammo. Only one bag each. Taking turns to look around and locate the exits, keeping an eye on any group of people that got too close, moving purposefully so they were never facing the same direction and could have all sides covered.

"Aww, hen, what did ye expect?" Soap grinned, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer to kiss her adorable pout. She was the only one that looked tourist enough, with one of her usual mid length dresses, denim jacket and cute sandals.

It was a very hot mid June in Spain, and them wearing their usual dark, functional clothes would not fly.

"We're going shopping" Gabi decided, and that caught Ghost and Riot's attention. Both of them turned their heads to look at her, their faces mostly unreadable under his balaclava and her mask, but Riot's eyes were narrowed.

"What?"

"You heard me, we're going shopping" Gabi nodded, and pointed with her finger at Soap. "I know for a fact you have more civilian clothes in that bag but buy something else too. You take care of Ghost and I'll take Riot shopping"

"Aren't we supposed to be two couples on holidays?" Soap tried to bargain, nuzzling with his nose the tender skin below her ear. "Why can I go with ye instead?"

"Bold of you to assume she's your partner, Johnny" Riot deadpanned, consulting her phone again. "We're in 2023"

"Yeah, what the hell, Johnny" Gabi had to laugh at Soap's face.

The Scot looked at Ghost, seeking help, and the Lieutenant shrugged, starting to walk towards the exit, with his bag slung over his shoulder.

"You walked right into it, darling"

"Away an bile yer heid!"

"There aren't many shops in the airport, it'd be better if we went into the city or directly to Benidorm and go shopping in there" Riot commented, still checking her phone as they walked. "Depends on how hungry we are. We could go to Valencia after renting the car and eat something before going shopping and leaving, it's early enough"

"Breakfast first!" Soap nudged Ghost with his elbow, smiling again. "Say breakfast, say breakfast"

Ghost grunted non-commitally, and Gabi was about to protest when Riot briefly raised her head from her phone.

"I haven’t been in Spain in ages and I want Cola Cao y tostadas (Cocoa and toast) so we’re having breakfast" She handed her bag to Soap once they were out of the baggage reclaim area. "I'm going to the rental car counter, you wait in the parking lot. Ghost, come with me, I want them to see why we need a big SUV"

In the end it only took almost twenty minutes of very irate arguing in Spanish for Riot to finally have the car keys in hand, with an amused Ghost watching in silence, arms crossed right behind her.

"Did it feel good?" He asked her as they walked to the parking lot, following a very nervous employee.

She looked up at him, and although she was wearing her mask again, he could tell she was smiling widely.

"To argue with someone in my own language without having to worry about my accent or if I'm using the proper vocabulary, and having them answer back? Oh, yes"

Ghost chuckled under his breath, waving at Soap and Gabi so they would follow them to the big, dark grey SUV that they had rented. The employee disappeared right after pointing at the car, intimidated by the towering giant with the balaclava and the blonde spitfire with the sharp tongue and black mask.

"Well, looks big enough" Soap grinned while placing the bags in the trunk. "Who's driving?"

"I planned the trip so we wouldn't have to drive for long" Gabi commented, climbing into the backseat. "But taking turns would be nice"

"I drive" Ghost simply opened the passenger's door, looking at Riot and pointing inside, then walked around the SUV to get into the driver's seat. Soap shrugged and got into the backseat next to Gabi, still grinning.

"Please, Lt, remember you have to drive on the right here..."

"You can walk if you want, MacTavish"

"I'm just saying.."

"Do you want me to drive then?" Riot looked back between the front seats, taking her mask off. "You know it gives me anxiety, but if you're going to whine..."

"Absolutely not, last time I was in something ye drove, ye rammed the truck into an armored vehicle"

"Crybaby" She rolled her eyes, facing the front again while waiting for Ghost to adjust the seat and mirrors. "It was a good idea in that moment"

The journey to Valencia from the airport didn't take long, and soon they parked the van in an underground car park to look for a place to eat.

After a bit of aimless wandering, Riot made a beeline towards a particular cafe and chose a table in the outdoor terrace, looking pleased.

"Why this one?" Gabi sat down in front of her, looking around with a curious smile. Riot shrugged, studying the breakfast menu.

"Lots of old people that look local here. Usually means it's a good place" She looked at Ghost when he sat down between her and Gabi, leaving the remaining chair for Soap. "Do you have any preference?"

He shook his head, trying to get comfortable in the chair, and looked around to mentally locate the best exits. Gabi chose a couple of things after studying the menu, and when the waiter came, Riot made a long order in Spanish. The more things she asked for, the more the man smiled.

"We're going to be fatter by the end of the trip, aren't we?" Gabi giggled when the waiter rushed inside.

"I'm afraid so" Riot smiled, leaning back in her chair.

The waiter appeared with the drinks, placing four glasses with orange juice, a black coffee, a macchiatto, an English Breakfast tea and a glass with milk with a red and yellow bag next to it on the table before leaving.

"Ah have a couple of ideas to lose all that weight" Soap grinned, wiggling his eyebrows at Gabi, who blushed and ignored him with a smile, stirring her macchiatto after adding sugar.

‘‘What kind of ideas are those, you cheeky bastard?’’

"Exercise" Riot murmured, tearing the corner of the red and yellow bag to pour its content, a chocolate colored powder, into the glass of milk, and then started to stir it. Ghost was sipping his tea, pleasantly surprised by the taste.

‘‘Aye, exercise…’’ Soap let out a snort, dragging Gabi’s chair closer so he could wrap an arm around her waist, nuzzling her neck. ‘‘Like the sound of that’’

‘‘Johnny…!’’ She gasped when he bit her neck, and slapped his arm, laughing. ‘‘Stop it!’’

The waiter returned with a tray full of serving plates that he placed one by one on the table, while they moved the glasses and cups around to make space for the copious amount of food that Riot had ordered. Churros, toasted bread, a small basket with butter and different jam packages, jamón serrano, and a small jar of olive oil.

Soap and Gabi started attacking the food right away, but Ghost took his time to look and decide on what to try first, pleased with the smell, before settling on a piece of toast and riffling through the selection of jam. Riot grabbed the bill and after briefly checking the amount, took a note from her wallet and handed it to the waiter with a smile.

‘‘Gracias, quédese el cambio (Thank you, keep the change)’’

‘‘Muchas gracias señorita, que aproveche (Thank you very much, miss, bon profit)’’ The man left, and she grabbed a piece of toast to start spreading butter on it,  humming quietly.

‘‘We could have pooled money to pay, or use the credit cards that we were given’’ Gabi commented, and Soap nodded, with his mouh full of jamón, trying to swallow it to be able to contribute.

‘‘I doubt any of you have changed your pounds into euros. I always carry some. I don’t like paying by card’’ Riot shrugged, choosing another piece of toast to pour a thin trickle of olive on it before adding a bit of jamón.

‘‘She’s loaded anyway’’ Soap laughed, grabbing a churro, and both Gabi and Ghost looked at him and then at Riot, who rolled her eyes while taking a bite of the buttered toast.

‘‘I’m certainly not. I rent out my house in Spain on AirBnB, that’s all’’

‘‘Yer my sugar sister, ye always want to pay’’ He tried to tickle her, laughing, and Riot yelped and moved away from his grasp, dragging her chair closer to Ghost’s.

‘‘That sounds disgusting, Johnny’’

Ghost was half listening indulgently, focused on the toast he was eating, but when she dragged her chair closer he automatically raised his arm to rest it on the back of her seat.

‘‘Well, now after we finish here, we’re going shopping and then we’re driving to Benidorm’’ Gabi checked the itinerary on her phone. ‘‘It’s about an hour and a half. We’ll settle in the hotel and then we’ll go to get the supplies’’

It still took almost half an hour to pry Ghost and Soap away from the food, but when there was nothing left but crumbs, and the table was being invaded by pidgeons and seagulls alike, the four of them finally set off.

Begrudgingly, Riot and Ghost followed Gabi and Soap down the nearest shopping street, watching them chat animatedly to each other while window shopping and pointing at the mannequins.

‘‘Think we’ll survive them?’’ Christine sighed softly, the mask again on her face, looking around while they walked and moving out of the way of people that crossed their path.

Ghost looked down at her, medidating his answer. He was used to prowl down a street and not care about the people going opposite ways, they either moved away or he just brushed past, eyes on the front. For a second he almost reached out to grab her arm and pull her closer, so she wouldn’t have to dodge people.

‘‘I think the better question is if they’re gonna survive us’’ He finally grunted. ‘‘You and I, we’ll be fine’’

She looked up at him, her eyes narrowed in the way he already recognized instantly as one of her smiles, and seemed about to say something when Gabi excitedly yanked her arm to drag her into a shop. He stood there, staring, with the ringing of the Spanish swear word that she had uttered in his ears, and only reacted when Soap nudged him towards the neighbouring shop.

Fuckin’ hell

*

‘‘Absolutely not’’

‘‘Awww, come on!’’

Christine huffed, staring at the garment Gabi was trying to get her to try on. A scarlet red sundress. She had to admit she loved the colour. If it had been a t-shirt or a sweater, or even a blouse, she would have tried it on in an instant.

But it was a nice dress. A pretty one.

‘‘It’s too pretty’’ She muttered, feeling stupid for even letting that out. Thankfully they were alone in the changing room. Gabi looked concerned by the statement though.

‘‘Why do you mean it’s too pretty? You deserve nice things too’’

They had spent the better part of an hour bargaining and trying on clothes, and Gabi had masterfully chosen clothes that were in line with what Riot would usually wear, clothes that were close to the ones she already owned. Graphic t-shirts in strong colours, red, black, blue. Skinny or straight jeans, she had even managed Christine to agree on a pair of capri ones.

As the minutes went by, Christine had relaxed more and more, seemingly more agreeable and sometimes even downright delighted with the clothes. She had even taken her mask off twenty minutes in, and her smile had been more obvious. So Gabi thought that to end on a good note, she could try offering the red dress that caught her eye on the mannequin outside.

‘‘It’s too pretty’’ Riot insisted stubbornly, and Gabi couldn’t help but laugh, pushing the dress into her hands.

‘‘Please, please, just humor me, try it on, just that, pleeeease!’’

Christine grunted and pushed the younger woman out of the dressing room before closing the door. She could still hear Gabi chatting with the two shop assistants in her heavily accented Spanish, and sighed to herself while looking at her reflection on the mirror, the dress in her hands.

It was too pretty. The linen was so soft and delicate, the colour so rich and beautiful, and… it was too pretty. There was no way she could wear something so pretty and not look ridiculous.

‘‘Do you have it on?’’ Gabi’s voice came from the other side of the door, and Christine shook off her dread and sighed.

‘‘Have a little patience’’ She growled, hearing the giggles from outside, and left the dress on the chair to take the clothes she had been trying on previously. Now in her underwear, dark, simple as herself, she observed her reflection again, frowning.

But tried the dress on.

‘‘Come on, let me see… oh’’ Gabi smiled, almost clapping when Christine opened the door, allowing her to see inside. ‘‘Oh, you look beautiful’’

‘‘Don’t be ridiculous’’ Riot scoffed, looking at her reflection only with the corner of her eyes.

‘‘We’re buying it’’ Gabi decided with a big grin, ignoring the glare she was being given. ‘‘Oh, these nice girls have told me there’s a Victoria’s Secret down the street, we’re stopping there once we finish here’’

‘‘Absolutely not’’

*

Soap was having a worse time dealing with Ghost. Almost every suggestion was met with either a curt no or with a glare, or just plainly ignored. Slowly, Johnny started to focus on the things Simon didn’t outright refuse.

T-shirts in darker colors, either plain, band t-shirts or with some graphic design that for some reason appealed to the stern Mancunian but refused to elaborate. Two pairs of jeans, one of them tighter than the other, which Johnny had had to argue in favour for almost fifteen minutes until Simon was fed up enough to just try them on, and for some reason tossed them on the pile of ‘accepted’ clothes.

And then, out of the blue, Simon decided it was enough and just strolled out of the changing room, with a handful of discarded clothes that he threw on Johnny’s arms, and walked to the counter with the ones that he had chosen. When Soap tried to pay for his own shopping, the Lieutenant simply swatted his hand away and handed the credit card they had been given to the shop assistant, obviously wanting to leave the shop as soon as possible.

But if he had to be honest, and he would be caught dead before admitting it… he had enjoyed the time alone with Johnny. Listening to him ramble about clothes and fittings and colours, and whatnot, reminded him of the days when Tommy and him used to go to the shopping centre to try clothes on, imagining another life where they could afford them. He thought of the young Sergeant as a brother of sorts, the closest thing he had now to a best friend along with Gaz.

So he indulgently listened and nodded and tried not to growl too much, feeling stupidly thankful for Johnny’s presence. For his friendship. It was difficult for him to show it, but he hoped that by paying, and bumping his elbow against the younger man’s, would be enough to let him know.

As the two of them stepped out of the shop they found Gabi and Christine arriving from another, further down the street, carrying several shopping bags.

‘‘Ready to go, hen?’’ Soap dragged his girlfriend close to kiss her, unable to hide his good mood, and smile openly at Christine, admiring her new clothes. ‘‘Lookin’ good, sis… oooh, is that a Victoria’s Secret bag?’’

‘‘Shut up’’ She smiled back, a bit flustered. The black cargo trousers had disappeared in favour of a pair of light blue skinny capri jeans, and the plain sweater was now a cute red t-shirt with a floral design on the front. ‘‘You look good too’’

‘‘Ah make anything look good, bonnie’’ Johnny laughed, showing off his new jeans and green t-shirt to Gabi, who was inspecting his bags with an approving smile.

Ghost rolled his eyes, waiting patiently for their nonsense to end as they walked back to where they had parked the SUV, but he slowed his pace to match Riot’s, allowing the other two to walk infront, chatting about their purchases. Christine sighed, shaking her head and shrugging while looking at him, trying to not let her eyes wander too much.

Because Simon looked good too. Now instead of the bulky hoodie he had been wearing, he was wearing a black t-shirt under a biker jacket. And jeans. And for some reason everything looked tighter than what she was used to see him wearing, and she couldn’t help but look at him for too long and too much.

At first he didn’t catch on, because he was looking at her just as indiscreetely, and for a second, their eyes met. She quickly looked away, unable to hide a small smile and the faint colour on her cheeks. Under his balaclava, Simon felt his face burning as well.

Maybe Johnny had been right when he had insisted on making him buy jeans.

Trust me, Simon, you’ll thank me later.

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