#but he gets ✨brought back like almost immediately✨

[runnning-outof-time]

Congrats on your huge milestone, K! You deserve it as so much more.

Can I request Tommy with 11. “Isn’t it beautiful out here?"?

I can't wait to see what you come up with.

Congrats again 🎊🎉✨

Thanks so much, Ace!! I hope you like what I’ve done with this one — of course I couldn’t help but use a gif from this scene! Enjoy! :)

PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!

Part of my 3.5k Celebration — find more stories here!

A Clear Mind On A Cool Day

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: none … maybe Tommy being ooc, but who cares, right?

Word Count: 790

Summary: Tommy is able to clear his mind as he spends some time outside with his family.

Tommy eased himself down onto the chair, tipped his head back and almost immediately closed his eyes. He could hear his children playing nearby. The sounds of their excited screams added to the relaxing atmosphere. For the first time in a while, Tommy was calm.

He was sitting this exact same way when (Y/N) approached him some time later. A smile formed on her face as she stopped beside him. “Hi, Tommy,” she said softly, wanting him to know she was there before she gently placed her hand on his shoulder.

“Hi,” he responded in a whisper, not opening his eyes because he knew who it was from touch and voice alone. Instead, he brought his hand up to rest it on hers.

“Isn’t it beautiful out here?” (Y/N) asked as she moved to sit in her own chair.

“It is,” Tommy responded, sucking in a deep breath, loving the crispness of the autumn air. It did wonders in helping him clear his mind.

“How long have the children been playing?” she asked another question, finding her two boys in the middle of grabbing piles of fallen leaves and throwing them up in the air.

“For some time,” he couldn’t give a definitive answer. For once, (Y/N) didn’t mind it. “James came out first. He sat with me until Jacob came out, and then they both went to play with the leaves.”

(Y/N) nodded her head even though she knew Tommy couldn’t see her. She continued watching her children, basking in the comfortable silence that had fallen around her and her husband. If only every day could be like this, she thought to herself. She yearned for calm, domestic family moments like this one. She savored them when they happened because they were few and far between due to her husband’s business endeavors.

“Thank you for taking the day off,” (Y/N) broke the silence as she looked over at her husband again.

Her words made him open his eyes and look at her. He noticed her soft smile. Seeing it made the corners of his lips turn upwards. God, he needed to take more days off.

A cool breeze blew through the trees then, shaking the remaining leaves and making some of them fall to the ground. This made the two, young boys shriek in excitement as they ran to catch them. It also made (Y/N) shiver involuntarily. She silently cursed herself for forgetting her sweater inside.

“Cold?” Tommy questioned after he noticed his wife’s reaction to the wind.

“I should’ve brought a sweater with me,” she indirectly answered his question, a sheepish smile on her face.

“C’mere,” he ignored her sheepishness, tilting his head to the side as he gestured for her to come over.

(Y/N) didn’t need to be told twice. She stood up with a smile and made her way over to the chair Tommy was sitting on. She sat herself down sideways on his lap and nestled her face into the crook of his neck. Warmth overcame her instantly. She was jealous of how Tommy radiated so much heat, but it gave her the excuse to always cuddle closer to him on the colder days and nights….so really she couldn’t complain too much.

“Better?” he asked once she was settled on his lap.

“Yes,” she nodded the best she could with her head on his chest. “Although the arm of the chair is digging into my back slightly,” she pointed out a small gripe, her lips curving into a smile as Tommy shook his head and chuckled.

“Try not to lean against it then, love,” he proposed a solution. (Y/N) wiggled slightly to get away from the chair’s metal arm, so much so that Tommy was able to bring one of his arms around her back while the other draped loosely over her legs.

“Better,” she affirmed once she was comfortable. “And much warmer too,” she added, lifting her head to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Good,” Tommy hummed, tipping his head back so that he could close his eyes again. He reveled in the comfortable silence and the cool air, his mind completely clear and now focused on the feeling of his lady sitting close to him.

The couple stayed in that spot until the sun started to set. James and Jacob came running over then, effectively distrubing the silence, but not completely taking away from the peaceful feeling that had encapsulated their parents.

The family decided to go inside then so that they could get ready for dinner. As Tommy walked hand in hand with (Y/N), he silently said a ‘thank you’ for the ability to have a clear mind on a cool day.

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[bon2bonn]

Weathering your Storm

° The winds are howling

With summer break around the corner , it's just one weekend . What could go wrong ?, Well........ , Seb , Lewis and Daniel are about to find out.

*The start of the 22!23! Grid!AU !

*requests and questions are open so don't be shy ! ✨

2022!F1 grid X female!driver!reader

Sebastian vettel , Daniel Ricciardo, Lewis Hamilton X female!driver!reader.

Words count : around 1.4k

Warnings : grammar, cursing,sad girl hours, mercedes slander(not really), McLaren, I'm missing up the timeline but it's fun , not proof read nor edited .

leaving the media pen brought y/n relief as she's finally able to stretch her legs and get some fresh air away from the bustling reporters asking the same questions over and over again and buzzing teams finishing interviews and packaging garages after the race .

She avoided her team's garage like a plague , having to witness as the engineers pushed her car back in was more than too much for her to handle , so she opted for walking around trying to clear her mind before it goes on to a spiral.

Spotting Sebastian's green team shirt alongside Lewis and chatting among themselves down the pit wall she made a beeline for them . "Hello gentlemen . seb, Lewie " she greats them cheerfully as she gave each one a hug as they congratulate her before settling back beside Seb as he nudged her shoulder teasing " p3 , not so bad huh? " causing her to smile bashfully at him , Lewis pumped his fist with her's " great driving out there " , "thank you " she said with a beaming smile " yeah those last 3 lap were from hell , Sainz almost got my ass " both looked amused at her ranting post race as she always dragged them to listen , not like they were complaining as they adored how she went on giving them her full review with them giving her input here and there .

after a while of catching up they noticed how uncharacteristically quite she got while looking around searching for something or rather someone but before they could ask she perked up as Danny barged over lifting her in a tight hug shaking her around while exclaiming loudly "demon spawn!" And she returned the hug letting out a loud "Ricky Martin!" The other just stood there used to their antics same as everyone around them as they love to tease (bully) eachother around the paddock .

She turned to Danny giving him a wide grin" you're right on time , I was about to send out searching party " he nudged her shoulder " awww , I didn't know you'd miss my charming personality and handsome face that much " she scoffed at him " as if " he stepped back hand on his heart dramatically whining " you've wounded my delicate heart !" That got him a kick in the shin from her before she grinned back at him " stop with you theatrics , I have a great idea , we should start our own F1 support group !" mildly amused he threw her a wide grin " I'm all in baby , but what for?" So she looked at the other two drivers maintaining her wide grin as she lowered her voice to avoid any preying ears "well , mainly for you , Mick and Seb , but I'll be needing it too . my lovely team pulled a McLaren because guess who's mercedes dropping during the summer break ? , to give you a hint it's not Lewis" .

The three of them stood still staring at her as if she'd grown a second head , Danny was the first to snap out laughing "nice one mate ! That Almost got me" after a moment of silence Sebastian signals to him and he immediately reached to cover her ears as he cursed loudly "that's fucking bullshit , why the fuck would they ?" As she just stood there waiting for him to finish , Lewis just stared at her bewildered " what do you mean they are dropping you ? They can't do that , you're competing for the championship in that tin can excuse of a car incase they've forgotten about the standings ! Hell ! We both got a contract till 24 _ 25 they can't just drop it".

she just shrugged " well , they sure can and already did so ....." Danny's eyes couldn't get wider "what?!" So she gave them a nonchalant hand wave "starting from tonight I'm officially an unemployed F1 driver , they bought my contract and sent me out the door" Lewis interrupted " but Toto...." Only for her to shake her head " he sat me down along with the team management , PR and legal team which explains why they were lurking around lately , and both my lawyer and Manager out of nowhere and went on about the team and the drivers , how the last two years were great for the team bonding building a solid foundation and all of the usual pe-race briefing no big deal right ? , He went on talking about my contract which was odd because I knew wouldn't be up till 24 at least with great possiblity of extension , and how I have a promising future in the sport but not with them and I honestly just zoned out after that ,up until they gave me an offer out of of guilt or pity I guess to drive for Williams alongside Albon " that got Danny's attention "what about Russell?" So she whispered to him to subtly hold both Lewis and seb back as they both were close to marching over mercedes demanding answers after her declaring " they finalized singing him today for the next three seasons so starting from SPA he'll be driving full time for mercedes , that's net even the worst part , apparently they were discussing the position since the beginning of the previous season but they wanted me out with the least PR damages so now is the best chance to do so after most teams got their seats confirmed for next season so here I am " .

"Wait so you're telling me that everyone knew except us ? " she shrugged "pretty much, yeah " , "bono?" , " He knew" , " sussie?" , "Nodding "yup" , "James?" , "Uhuh , he was all in for the change" , "fucking hell!", "Exactly" she shrugged " they even decided they won't even announce any of it till Spa " . Daniel whistled in astonishment " wait until Nando hear about this " causing them to grimace only thinking what he'd possibly do " oh he already know ! Found him this morning cornering Toto in the garage , don't know what he said but by the time I got him he was done , talking about too many witnesses " , that got seb to realize as he voiced out concerned " that's why he seemed so cryptic , well more than usual, he asked me to get ready to head out to Brackley headquarters for some urgent business had to talk him out of it " she snorted" Don't be so sure , He asked me to join too right before quali so I reckon that talk didn't do much , Kimi is in it too so .... Yeah ".

Silence overtook them as their somber faces took her demeanor in , her now fidgeting fingers , tense shoulders , and strained smile , seb stepped up giving her a tight hug whispering " are you okay?" And she reciprocated with a strained voice " yeah , it's just didn't hit me yet so I would give it two to three days to fully set in but right now, everything is shitty and I want to cry but I'm too angry to cry so now I'm hungry , I want ice cream ". That earned her a sympathetic smile from Lewis as he pulled her next " I known darling , let's grab our things and I promise you we'll get you as much of ice cream as you want okay? ", " Okay , but I'm not going there , I can't , they're taking down my name and number off of everything" she let out with a small voice as he sighed heavily "already!? They couldn't wait?" Shaking his head while heading up to their drivers rooms .

Danny put his arm around her shoulders swaying them as he reminded " it might be so shitty and as bad as it seems , but we've got you okay? You'll find us there whenever you need us , you're stuck with us for good , and if you wanna burn down you know what , you know where ........." Seb snapped. " no one is burning anything!" Only for him to carry on pretending to whisper " we won't tell him " causing her to let a loud giggles at how serious Daniel was and how seb was trying to tell him off of it ." Just know you won't be alone in this".

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[ken-dom]

Sex On The Beach

Ken x reader

Summary: Ken's new to a lot of things in the real world. You know, like sex. And cocktails.

Author's notes: This is set at no specific time but Ken has a penis, and I just wanted to give him a little boost. A sexy one.

Warnings/content: nsfw - smut, reader has a vagina, mention of hand jobs, cum play, cream pie, praise, first time, glittery Ken cum! ✨

'How does it feel, baby?'

Ken is brought back to you at the sound of your voice, his lungs abruptly filling with breath and his eyes rolling back into place.

'Warm... r-really warm and s-soft... ohhh-'

'Yeah? You like it?' you smile down at him.

He nods eagerly, biting his lip and whining because he can’t think clearly enough to speak anymore.

You roll your hips slowly, keeping a careful and steady pace. He’s so deliciously responsive and so blissed out already that you’re afraid to go too fast and overwhelm him; as amazing as he feels, stretching and filling you with his perfect, pretty, plastic cock, you're able to keep your composure for now where he lost his the moment you sank down onto him.

'Good boy, Ken... you're doing so good for me,' you praise him.

He whimpers and bites his lip, and your heart skips a beat. It's almost endearing, the way he responds to your words.

You caress his cheek with your palm, needing to feel closer, to show him the affection he’s so desperate for, and he presses his face into the warmth of your touch.

Needy little thing aren't you? you think, watching him writhe and blush prettily beneath you. Gorgeous.

You finally begin to speed up, chasing your own pleasure and equally wanting to test the water, see how he reacts.

And boy do you get a reaction.

Loud moans and gasps punctuate each breath he takes while his fingertips grip desperately at the sheets, almost pulling them clean off the bed beneath him.

His jaw drops, his eyes screw shut, and fuck, he looks as though he's cumming already.

'You can touch me,' you pant, caressing his cheek. 'You can ask for what you want-'

'P-please- feels so good- d-don't stop!' he cries, finally grabbing your hips instead of the sheets, sighing shakily as he kneads your flesh.

You hope he’ll leave bruises, but you don't tell him that for now. He might not understand yet, and you don't want him to worry about it.

'Don't worry, baby, I won't stop. You're safe with me, just focus on how it feels...'

He looks so fucking irresistible, perfect hair now mussed and cheeks flushed pink.

You lean forward to swallow him into a deep kiss, and the new angle, with the way he’s bucking his hips up into you, sends a jolt of pleasure sparking through every nerve in your body.

You moan his name then, and to him it sounds like he's the only thing you'll ever need.

It ends him.

His back arches off the bed and he practically screams out, strangled and excited and overwhelmed - and comically high pitched as he pants and whines down from his high, trembling beneath you.

His fingertips drive so hard into your hips that you groan at the sweet pleasure-pain, your walls contracting around him to squeezing out every last drop of that glittery, pink cum you love so much. You must have given him at least ten handjobs this past week alone just to witness the beauty of it spilling in shimmering, ample amounts from his slit again and again.

As your climaxes subside and you're left face to face, breath hot on each other's faces, Ken gazes up at you as though you're the most important thing in the world to him.

'WOW,' he bursts, breathless and wide-eyed, 'that felt... different.' He turns pensive, brows knitting.

'Good different?'

'Really good different,' he beams.

Carefully, you shift to lay beside him, easing off his cock slowly. Even with your consideration, he feels cold and somehow empty now that he's no longer inside you.

He immediately rolls onto his side to gaze at you. With anyone else this would be uncomfortably intense, but with Ken it feels right somehow.

'Was I... did I...' he hesitates, unsure. 'Did I make you feel good too?'

'Yes, Ken. You made me cum so hard,' you smile, turning to face him properly, pecking his lips.

He lets out a little giggle. 'And my glitter... my cum... it's inside you now?'

You laugh softly. 'Yes, inside me. Just how I wanted it to be.'

He nods, understanding yet slightly bemused, a smug expression crossing his handsome face.

'Ken... do you want to do it again?' you offer, dragging a finger teasingly down his side.

His eyes light up. 'Really?'

'Yes, really. I seriously need another dose of your Kenergy.'

He closes his eyes to calm himself, bringing a fist up to his lips and uttering a quiet but excited, 'Sublime!' under his breath. He flips over onto his back to assume your previous arrangement, but you pull him back to you, slipping your hands up into his soft hair, burying your face in the crook of his neck, making him mewl.

'There are different positions we could try...' you whisper, guiding him on top of you and wrapping your legs around his waist.

He lets out a delighted little, 'Ooh!' at how closely you're entangled, revelling in your embrace.

'You were so good and...I trust you, Ken. I need you.'

Ken's lip quivers as he holds back a sob. He was already hard again, eager as ever, but now you've told him he did a good job at making you feel good? That you need more of what he can do?

A bead of glittery slick drips, glinting, from his cock and he groans at the sensation of fleeting relief before forcing himself back to the present with you, hungry for your attention.

'M-maybe I should change my job,' he mumbles, clearly proud of whatever he's thought up.

'Yeah, what too, Ken?' you smile up at him.

'Sex and Beach,' he drawls, a mildly cocky glint in his eye. 'Y'know, instead of just Beach.'

'How about sex on the beach?' you joke, but he doesn't quite get it.

'Y-you can do that? Oh-'

Another thick pearl of sparkling pre-cum leaks down his throbbing shaft at the thought and his head drops as he tries hard to compose himself long enough to last for you.

'I'll take you for one. Sex first though. Then sex on the beach.'

He nods, serious and dutiful as he slowly slides back inside you, trying not to think too hard about why you referred to having sex in his favourite place as 'taking him for one.'

It doesn't matter anyway. Sex and Beach with you. That's all that matters right now.

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[daydreamingatnight209]

Me actually writing and posting? What??? 😱😱😱

Enjoy some Colson content my lovelies 🥰

As usual Feedback is welcome, HATE is not ; if you don’t like it, don’t read it. ✨💕

“I’m Here, Go Back to Sleep”

MGK x Female Reader

Warnings - None. Just pure fluff!

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Waking up to an empty bed these days wasn’t unusual these days, with the album deadline slowly creeping up day by day, Colson spent almost all of his hours in the studio, working himself to the bone to produce an album everyone can enjoy.

With your own workplace continuously overworking you, sleep or time didn’t come easily to you either. You couldn’t remember the last time both you and Colson had actually spent more than a few minutes at a time together in the same room and it was starting to become very lonely.

Leaving the cold and empty bed, after another night of hopeless tossing and turning, you sigh and drag yourself downstairs to the kitchen. Preparing for another day to survive on coffee you make one for both yourself and your boyfriend who didn’t even leave the studio last night. It was most likely he fell asleep there in the very early hours of the morning.

While the lack of sleep wasn’t new for Colson, it certainly was for you and you could feel it slowly starting to affect your mind and body.

You grab him a change of clothes, a blanket for yourself and his favourite aftershave before crossing over from the house into the converted studio space.

With the band already in session, you slipped in almost undetected, but as always, your eyes caught Colson’s immediately. You give him a small smile and walk over to give him what you had brought over.

“Babe, what are you doing up so early? You look exhausted” he whispers as he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.

You let out a small laugh and set yourself down on the closest chair.

“Gee, thanks Col”

After a quick clothes change and the others leaving in search for food, Colson calls you over to the desk he’s working at.

“Come, let me hold you” he mumbles, stretching his long arms out in your direction.

Wrapping the blanket tightly around you, you walk over to your lover and wrap yourself around him so you were straddling him. He holds you tightly and sways gently.

“You need to get some proper rest, baby, you are going to make yourself ill” he tells you softly.

You giggle to yourself at his concern for you, knowing full well he wouldn’t take his own advice even if you begged him.

“I’ll rest when you do” is your answer and you can practically feel him rolling his eyes at you, despite not actually being able to see him as you rest your head in the crook of his neck.

The two of you sit there quietly, as colson continues to sway you and hum a track from the new album into your ear.

Despite not being able to sleep properly, something about being in colson’s arms after so long, settles you and you cannot fight the call of sleep that beckons you. Your eyes close slowly and without protest as you rest against the frame of your man, the feeling of safely enveloping you.

Colson smiles down at you, tenderly, the look of frustration and stress leaving your features as you snore lightly.

He would be lying to himself if he said he hadn’t missed these small intimate moments with you and did feel quite guilty for not making more time for you while in the process of doing this next album. You never once complained and took everything in your stride which is on of the many things he loved about you.

He couldn’t wait to look after you and treat you to something special as a way of thanks for all your support when the album was complete.

His train of thought was interrupted as he heard everyone coming back to continue the session. He panicked slightly as they all barged through the door and glared at them in an effort to silence the rowdiness they were currently displaying.

“Shhh! She hasn’t slept properly in weeks and I swear if any one of you wake her up! …” Colson hisses at his friends, before looking down at you to ensure you were still peacefully sleeping.

Slim is the first to put his hands up in mock surrender, a smirk plastered on his face as he leads the group back out the door, but he was secretly glad that this would mean Colson would be forced to take a break, even if it was just an hour or so. He knew he definitely needed one.

Once alone again, Colson lifts you up with ease and carries you over to the sofa, laying you down and climbing in beside you. He wraps his arms back around you settles in. The movement causes you to stir slightly, your eyes still closed you mumble for your boyfriend not to leave you.

“Shh baby, I’m here, go back to sleep”

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[talewrites]

Fragile Part 2

Generation: Bayverse TMNT

Tmnt x Reader Fanfic

Pronouns: Gender Neutral (except ‘dudette’ and ‘princess’)

Warnings: guns, blood, injury, panic attack, not proof read

Part 1

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The next time you open your eyes, you see a white paneled ceiling. For a horrifying moment, you believe you are back in the lab, and bolt up in bed. An icepack that was resting on your bruised shoulder comically gets flung across the room.

Frantically looking around, you see the inside of a hospital room. But your panic only subsides marginally. You know you are not safe here. You throw off your bed sheets and swing your legs over the side of the bed. But you almost fall off the edge when you suddenly feel the suffocating weight of exhaustion on your limbs. You had been running for your life all night.

You look down and see that you’ve been changed into a hospital gown with a pair of thin papery shorts, and a bracelet on your wrist that reads a name. “Jane Doe”. You rip it off and discard it. A large bandage was stuck to your knee where you had scraped it, and thick gauze were wrapped around your feet. You noted that your arm where the purple mutant had pinched you was heavily sore. You shivered with the familiarity of it. Like the soreness after receiving an injection.

You wondered marginally how much time had passed, and glancing out the open window you saw the sun was getting close to peaking over the horizon. By your guess, you’d barely been out more than 2 hours. You needed to leave. Now. You reach for the IV in your arm, but before you can rip it out, a large thump at the window startles you.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

There in the window sat the large form of one of the turtle mutants. The one with the blue bandana, Leo- your hazy memory recalls. So they were the ones who had brought you here.

“I can’t stay here, I need to go.” You rip out the IV anyways, making the mutant flinch sympathetically. A small trickle of blood traveled down your arm. He gets down from his perch on the windowsill and comes to stand in front of you. He moves to put his hands on your shoulders but hesitates when you flinch away from the touch.

“It’s okay now, they can’t find you. Donnie took out the tracking chip. There are police guards stationed outside-“

“That’s worse!” You didn’t mean to shout, but your anxiety was peaking again.

Leo looked at you with concern.

“They’re going to know to look for me here. The hospital is not safe. The police are not safe. I have to get out of here right now.” You tried to stand up but your legs felt like jelly and you stumbled. A large strong arm caught you around your waist and held you up.

“Now hold on just a minute, what do you mean?” He asked you seriously, lifting you up and setting you back on the bed.

“It’s the Foot. They’re in the police force. They’re tapped into the hospital security cameras. It’s only a matter of time before they find me! Dr Stockman always told me there was no place in this city I could hide from him. He-!” Suddenly a beeping in the room cut you off. You looked around for the source, and Leo quickly pulled a small cracked iPhone from his pocket.

He apologized to you, asking for a moment, and immediately answered the phone. He held the device up to his head as he looked at you sympathetically. But his expression turned serious.

“What?” He responded to the fast report coming in from the speaker. You could barely make out any words. That is, until you heard the last sentence.

“The Foot are inside the building!!!”

Leo’s and your eyes met in shocked panic. You suddenly hear a shout and a grunt from out in the hallway, the sound of the police on duty being subdued.

“We need to go.” Leo said to you, and without wasting anymore time he tucked away his phone and scooped you up just as the door slammed open.

You looped your arms around his neck and held on as he ran for the windowsill. You just barely caught a glance at the figures in black invading the room, pulling out guns and shooting at Leo’s retreating figure as he leapt out the open window. Bullets bounced off his shell.

The chilly air rushed you all at once and stung your bare skin. Then a loud clang and you were jostled as Leo grabbed onto the metal fire escape of the adjacent building.

“Come on fearless, we gotta go!” Shouted Raph from above.

Leo held you with one arm around your waist. “I’m going to need you to hold onto me really tight. Do you think you can do that for me?” He asked you firmly.

You nodded at him, and adjusted your hold tighter around his neck.

“Good. Let’s get you out of here.” He slowly released his hold around your waist, careful you wouldn’t fall, and quickly began scaling the fire escape up the side of the building. Once he got to the roof, he set you down among the other 3 mutants.

The Foot had retreated outside the hospital and some were piling into cars while others began entering the building, taking the stairs up to your location.

“They just won’t quit!” Shouted Donnie from where he was watching over the edge of the building.

“Whatarewegonnadowhatarewegonnado- ouch!” Raph smacked Mikey from where he was guarding the roof door.

“That’s enough Mikey!”

Leo stepped up. “We’re bringing them back to the lair.”

“What?!” The other three shouted in unison.

“We need to get a better grasp of what’s going on. There’s a lot we don’t know. And until we can figure out why Stockman is so desperate to get them back, and find them safe passage out of the city, we keep them safe. At home.” Leo said pointing his finger with finality.

Mikey whooped with excitement. “We’re having a human over!!!”

Donnie smiled.

“I don’t like this fearless.” Gruffed Raph.

“It’ll only be for a little while. They can stay in my room.” Leo assured Raph.

“Aw no fair! I want them to stay in my room!” Mikey complained.

Suddenly loud banging could be heard from the roof access door making him shriek comically. He braced the door and shouted. “They’re here!!”

“Time to move out.” Raph wasted no time and scooped you up like you weighed nothing, making you yelp in surprise. He ran for the edge of the building, you grabbed around his neck and braced yourself, and he leapt off the edge of the building. You buried your face against his chest so you didn’t look down.

Raph snorted. “You holding on tight enough, princess?”

“Me next! Me next!” Begged Mikey as he landed beside you on the next rooftop.

The four of them leaped from rooftop to rooftop, keeping away from the main roads where the Foot in cars tried to follow. The sun was almost up. Eventually you came upon a back alleyway that the mutant turtles quickly descended into, Leo using his katana to loosen and knock away the sewer cover. You were deeply confused until suddenly Raph jumped into the hole and you were assaulted by the sour rotting smell of the New York City sewers. Raph held you while he slid down a sewer pipe, followed by whoops and cheers of the other three. A tell tale clatter of the metal lid being closed behind them.

For what seemed to be a few miles of sliding through pipes and jumping over large water basins and train tracks, they arrived at a wall. You thought they were stopping for a break, until Donnie stepped forward and pulled on a pipe that triggered the wall to open up into a large open room. You looked around in awe as Raph carried you in. There were street signs and neon lights and spray painted art all over the walls. You walked by a small kitchen and a living room with a couch that Mikey promptly flopped into. You saw Donnie trail his way muttering into a dark den full of blue computer screens. But Leo was leading the way towards a shadowed area in the back and you got nervous.

Raph squeezed where he was holding your thigh in reassurance, his expression stoic.

You arrived at a doorway covered by a piece of fabric with Japanese kanji scrawled across it in black ink.

“This is my room. It’s the most clean, so you can stay in here for now.” Leo said walking in and pulling back covers of the pristinely made bed.

Raph followed in and gently sat you down on the edge of the bed, and stepped back to stand against the wall with arms folded.

As soon as you sat on the bed, you truly felt the exhaustion weigh heavily on your body. You felt pain radiate down your legs into your bandaged feet. Tensed shoulders from the stress and bruises. And your eyes felt strained and sore from being on high alert for so long. So much had happened and the gravity of the day came crashing down on you.

The pain and tiredness must’ve been clear on your face, because Leo gave you an empathetic look.

“I’ll grab Donnie to patch up your arm before you go to sleep.” He stood up to leave but you stopped him.

“Where are you going to sleep?” You asked quietly.

Leo smiled kindly. “The couch. That is, if Mikey hasn’t already fallen asleep on it. I’ll be right back.”

Then it was just you and Raph.

It was silent as you looked at each other. Then the thought that had nagged at you earlier that night came back to you.

“How did you all escape?”

“Who?” Raph looked at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Dr Stockman. How did you get away?”

Now Raph just looked confused.

“Stockman was the one who ran away, not us.”

Suddenly Donnie entered the room with a med kit and Leo followed with a glass of water and an ice pack.

“Hey brainiac, check their head. They’re asking weird questions.”

That seemed to peak Leo’s attention.

“What kind of questions?”

“They asked ‘how we escaped Stockman’.”

Donnie flicked on the bedside table lamp and kneeled in front of you. He pulled out a little light from his pocket and checked your eyes.

“Well I don’t see any signs of a concussion. What did you mean by that exactly?” Donnie asked you, opening the med kit and taking out a packaged alcohol wipe and began to clean the blood off of your arm where the IV had been. You’d forgotten about that. You looked confused as well.

“Dr Stockman mutated the others in the lab, like Bebop and Rocksteady. I didn’t know there were other mutants outside. When did you escape?”

Donnie, Leo, and Raph all stopped and exchanged a look that you couldn’t read. This conversation was drawing on what little energy you had left.

“We weren’t mutated by Stockman. We’ve been like this for about 25 years now.” Donnie answered you.

Your eyes lit up.

“Then… how did you….?”

“That’s a conversation for another time.” Leo interjected.

Raph left the room, and you heard the sound of a smack outside the door followed by Mikey’s whispered “Ow!”

Donnie finished up dressing your arm while Leo supervised. You were starting to sway in place, eyelids heavy as you blinked to stay awake.

“I’ll change your bandages later. Sleep well.” Donnie said with a kind smile before taking the med kit and leaving the room.

“If you need anything, just call for me. I’ll be just outside, okay?” Leo said.

He came up to you as you laid down heavily in his bed, falling asleep almost as soon as your head hit the pillow. But you were still awake enough to feel the cold press of the ice pack being placed on your bruised shoulder and the blanket being pulled up to your chin.

And then you slept.

A small meeting was called in the living room.

“What are we gonna tell dad?!?!” Mikey squawked and Raph and Donnie shushed him.

“I’m sure he’ll understand! They have no place else to go!”

Leo walked up behind them and joined.

“Donnie’s right. And we’ll text April later. Maybe she can bring them some clothes to wear.”

“Why don’t they just go stay with her?” Raph argued.

“We can’t put April in danger like that, she gets enough heat as it is. We can’t be sure the Foot won’t be tailing her now to find out where we’re keeping them!” Leo persuaded. Things were starting to get a little heated.

Raph confronted him. “And what about us? You heard them! We don’t know what Stockman did to them. They could be dangerous.” Raph and Leo got up in each other’s space. Mikey and Donnie jumped in to try and defuse the situation before a fight broke out.

“Woah woah hey! I think we’re all just a little tired, alright? Let’s all get some sleep.”

“Yeah! I’ll make pancakes! With extra syrup! Then we can talk things out with dudette in the morning. Sounds good?” Mikey bounced enthusiastically.

It was clear on everyone’s face they were all tired from being out until sunrise. So without further arguments, they all left for their own rooms for some much needed rest. Leo grabbing a blanket and promptly passing out on the couch.

Part 3

@itsberrydreemurstuff

@honeysuckleboy

@thecreat0r64

@eli-chris

#tmnt x reader #bayverse tmnt #tmnt bayverse #tmnt bayverse x reader #tmnt 2014 x reader #tmnt 2016 x reader #tmnt imagines #tmnt fanfic #bayverse leonardo #Bayverse Leonardo x reader #bayverse donnie #bayverse donatello x reader #bayverse michelangelo #bayverse raphael #bayverse raph x reader

[bihanspookies]

Can you write about Smoke x reader, the reader gets injured by an enemy and Smoke looses it and attacks the enemy, saves the reader and treats the wounds?

Love me a “who did this to you?” moment 😩✨ except Tomas is there to witness it so he knows damn well exactly who.

Warnings: Blood lmao

Tomas could immediately sense that something was wrong as soon as you two got to the clearing in the forest, the surrounding air not seeming right, like a heavy blanket of tension weighing down on the area. He didn’t want you to panic, no sense in causing you stress especially when he had brought you out here for a little bit of light training. He very calmly observed the trees, searching for anything that seemed out of place while you stretched and prepared yourself.

“What’re we learning today?” You asked, your voice carrying across the field.

“Defense. Your reflexes are… sub-par, můj miláček.” You stopped your stretching and narrowed your gaze at him. Even when he was wearing that mask, you could see the corners of his eyes just faintly crinkle in.

“Hey, I’ve improved—“ He put his hand up, signaling you to stop.

“Instead of talking, why don’t you show me?” He gets into a fighting stance, waiting for you to do the same. You let out a breath through your nose, shaking your hands out and then getting into a position you deemed okay. Tomas quirked an eyebrow, opening his mouth to say something until—

“Tomas!”

Your call had him turn around just in time to barely block a kick to his head, the force sending him back several feet. It takes him less than a second to fight back, his instincts kicking in. He wants to yell at you to go run and hide, to run back to the temple to grab Kuai Liang or Bi-Han in case there were more but he never got the chance because the one attacking him sent a flurry of hits towards him. He had no choice but to focus his attention on protecting himself and when he finally saw an opening he delivered a devastating kick to the enemy’s stomach. The man staggered back and Tomas took out his knife to stab him in the throat, ripping it to the side and making blood spray out onto his face.

He turned around to run to you but witnessed the moment another enemy appeared and slashed a knife right into your calf. Blood spurts from your wound and paints the snow, your scream ringing painfully in his ears and the world around him starts to blur. You fall to the floor but manage to turn around and kick the perpetrator hard in the shin with your other leg, feeling something pop beneath your foot. You start to crawl away but the enemy snags onto the back of your shirt with his fist reared back, preparing another hit to you.

But it doesn’t come.

All you see is a flash of grey and suddenly Tomas is on top of the man, yelling words in his native language as he starts to attack him.

You tried to stand and hobble to him but couldn’t, the gash in your leg far too painful. You fell to your knees, more blood pouring out and seeping through your pants and sinking into the snow. You could only watch with horror as he furiously beat down the enemy.

You have never seen Tomas so angry, so merciless, it almost scared you the way he seemed to turn off all thoughts and just hit hit hit.

“Tomas!”

He doesn’t hear you and you have no choice but to try again and make your way towards him. By now the enemy was barely conscious, groans and whimpers passing his lips as Tomas continued to fight him until eventually the man was rendered permanently silent.

“Tomas stop! He’s dead!”

Your fingers just barely brush against his shoulder before you collapse onto the ground, your calf throbbing and burning. It seems to snap him out of it, making him drop the enemy before getting to his knees next to you.

“Please— můj miláček, you need to sit still—!”

But you couldn’t, not with how much pain was searing through your body. You hissed through your teeth, taking in his bloody and disheveled state as his shaky hands attempt to look at your wound.

“It hurts.” You whimper, the snow burning on your skin but in an oddly relieving way.

“I know I know, I’m going to have to carry you back to the temple okay? I can’t properly tend to this until we’re back home, okay moje láska? You’re going to be fine, everything is going to be fine.”

You nodded, clenching down hard on your teeth as he grasped your hand and helped you stand up. As you climb onto his back, Tomas takes one more look around the area to make sure there weren’t anymore enemies. He looks over his shoulder to you, using his hand to remove his mask briefly.

“Miluji tě, teď jsi velmi statečný.” He smiles at you, reassuring you before slipping his mask back on.

It takes you a few moments to translate what he said, his words temporarily making you forget the awful pain in your calf.

You say nothing except rest your cheek on his back, closing your eyes and silently thanking the Elder Gods for gifting you the blessing that is Tomas Vrbada.

———

můj miláček: my darling

moje láska: my love

miluji tě, teď jsi velmi statečný: I love you, you’re being very brave right now.

#mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat #tomas vrbada #smoke x reader #smoke #my writings #asks

[shankschewtoy]

HIIII!!! How are you today ??? Me it’s fine, the school is soooooo boring 😩!!!!

BUT it’s not my request 😂

I wish I have a hcs with ace, sanji, zoro and (if you want) your favourite anime character.💃✨

I want to know you better!🙈🙈

with an s/o that is REALLY hard to make her blush, like they are never see the s/o blush! But one day the boys give/say some relatively simple things (ex: they give them a flower or they say "I like your smell") and the s/o *poof* she’s red, like really, when it is EXTREMELY difficult to make her blush !

If your not like it ignore it! I don’t want to you feel uncomfortable 😣

SOOO!!! Take care of youuuu! 💜

a/n - HI HI! <3 I always love seeing your requests 🥺 I’m doing alright thank you!! :0 my FAVORITE CHARACTER? omg you’re giving me too much freedom- 😭 I’d love to get to know you better as well 💜 tysm for this request, I hope you like it, take care <3

Warnings ⚠️ - fem reader, fluff, honestly this is just plain happiness :)

It’s the small things <3

Ace

- ace tries so hard to get you to blush, but has had no success with you

- He’s tried everything! Flirty words, classic pickup lines (they’re rlly bad ones btw lmao) everything!

- the poor fire boy has been defeated :(

- He’s given up in his endeavors, but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t love on you any less!!

- today, when you both were just relaxing outside, shoulder to shoulder as happy as can be

- Ace smiled at you, he couldn’t believe how he found someone as perfect as you. Not just beautiful, but perfect for him

- who else would deal with this man’s narcolepsy?!

- … mhm that’s right.

- he took his hat off with one hand, and put it on your head with a grin, keeping his hand on top of your head while he leaned close to you, placing a kiss on your lips

- It was just a kiss, like the many before.. yet why was this one so- different?

- it was passionate even though it was only a second, the warmth and love of it spread throughout your body like wildfire, making your cheeks heat up

- Ace looked at your cheeks, and he looked shocked

- You.. Were blushing?!

- His pride was short lived because he collapsed face first into you, snoring away like many times before

- You were still flustered by his actions

- This man had the audacity to just do that and fall asleep?!

- welp- that was your man after all. Fire fist ace. He’ll fall asleep at the absolute worst possible times just for comedic effect 👍

Sanji

- this man is ROMANTIC

- you know what I mean lmao

- he doesn’t miss a beat on doing things for you, he’ll do anything for you and you don’t even have to think about asking for it

- tea/coffee? Of course

- A full course meal? Easy

- this man LIVES to do things for you

- You never really get flustered by all of his actions though, and he’s gotten used to that

- it’s not that you don’t appreciate him! It’s just that it’s extremely hard to get you to blush

- he knows that, but- he’s absolutely dying to see you blush just once in his life, then he can die a happy cook

- You were sitting down on a chair, back from a long day of work that wore out your body

- Sanji was in the kitchen, making dinner for the both of you, but you smelled something familiar

- Almost the scent of your favorite childhood meal? (Mine was musubi :) but just picture yours hehe)

- maybe you were just so tired that you were “smelling” things??

- you didn’t even know if that was possible but- it was happening

- Sanji wouldn’t know of that right?

- He brought out a plate of food, and he leaned over from behind your chair, placing a kiss to your forehead like the gentleman he is

- “Dinner, darling.” He said with a smile, sitting down on the sofa next to you

- He took notice of your lack of energy pretty quickly, and decided to try and help out a bit

- He held a piece of food in front of your mouth, much to your surprise

- He was- hand feeding you.. like a child.

- your cheeks immediately flushed a deep red, how long had it been since someone had fed you?!

- Sanji looked concerned, “My love, do you not like the smell?”

- “Wh- no! It’s just that I haven’t been.. hand fed in a really long time.. and I haven’t eaten this in a long while.” You replied, trying to hide your flushed cheeks

- Sanji could die a happy man, at least he knew he did something right :)

- your face was absolutely adorable to him- he wished he could’ve taken a picture and engraved it into his memory

- he smiled at you, and continued to feed you slowly, asking about your other favorite meals and how to make them so he could make them for you in the future

- The food was absolutely delicious like usual, but with Sanji feeding you, it was 10x better lmao

- moral of the story? Sanji made your favorite foods from your childhood, and even present more often :D

Zoro

- he’s not the romantic type of guy like Sanji, but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t demonstrate his love!

- Zoro prefers to just hold hands, or just have you near him, so none of his actions have really provoked or caused you to blush

- He’s not a perverted love cook, nothing wrong with that!

- He’s a pretty chill guy, and is perfectly happy with napping next to you, cuddling with you, holding hands, and just sitting together!

- He appreciates the loving silence you two have together :)

- As you know, Zoro is a very strong guy, so his arms are pretty bulky and muscular

- after he finished his training session for the day, he walked towards you, without a shirt and a towel wrapped around his neck

- you waved to him before going back to whatever you were doing, but it seemed as though Zoro needed more attention today

- his hand wrapped around your waist from behind and he whispered into your ear, “Can you meet me in the room in a bit? I wanna nap with you.” Is all he said

- But it was how he said it

- His low voice almost rang in your ears, sending chills down your spine, your face heating up and already turning red without Zoro noticing

- He didn’t even say anything weird- he just wanted a nap- 😭

- oh the things this moss head could do to you

- (yes don’t worry you napped with Zoro lmao)

Koby

- this boy is already flustered by every single one of your actions 💀

- he’s a little baby and kind of gets flustered with any kind of contact he has with you still

- maybe not hugs and cuddles, but DEFINITELY kisses and such

- One time you were worried he was turning blue because he stopped breathing from shock (actually he was as red as a tomato-)

- He was leaving soon on a mission for the marines

- As a captain, Koby did have a lot of responsibilities, but you were still his top priority, so it was hard for him to leave you for a little while

- Koby looked a bit nervous about something other than his mission, so you asked him about it before he left

- “Here! Y/n.. I have something to give you.” He took out a bandana almost identical to his, daisies and all, just your favorite color :)

- “I thought that maybe.. we could match! It’s ok if you don’t want it though.” He said with a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his head nervously

- Your cheeks were tinted pink, almost like his hair as you stared at the thoughtful gift

- Your heart was about to melt. Koby had made this just for you! And he took the time to make it your favorite color 🥺

- “I love it! Can you put it on my head?” You asked him with a smile, your cheeks flushed a bright red

- He looked like his whole world just lit up from your smile, he excitedly started tying it on your head, making sure it wasn’t uncomfortable for you

- “Thank you Koby, I love it.” You said, kissing his cheek, leaving him speechless, as well as the color of a tomato

- “KOBY! WE HAVE TO GO!” Helmeppo’s voice shouted from afar. Koby reluctantly gave you one last tight squeeze before he finally got the guts to pull you close to him, slamming his lips against yours

- The kiss was longing, you could tell it was a goodbye

- It left you breathless, blushing madly as Koby waved goodbye to you as he ran towards the departing ship of soldiers

- Koby did it, he made you blush :)

a/n - koby’s one of my favorite one piece characters :) sorry for the wait! I’ve been a bit busy with school 💀

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece hcs #anime hcs #roronoa zoro #zoro x reader #zoro x y/n #zoro one piece #sanji one piece #sanji x y/n #sanji x reader #sanji headcanons #vinsmoke sanji #ace x y/n #ace x reader #ace one piece #portgas d. ace #koby one piece #koby x reader

[cressthebest]

Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 16

chapter 28:

1. james’ reaction to waking up from nightmares is so sad. especially cause now sirius can see from james’ perspective what seeing his freind leave the arena was like

2. 😧 shit only this far in and i’m SOBBING. wdym that james almost wished he died in the arena because he was looking forward to not having to go through the aftermath and recovery

3. istg every time the cane is brought up, i’m gonna be like ✨✨THE CANE! REPRESENTATION!!!✨✨ but also like, 😟the cane. he’s in pain. NOOOOO

4. sirius: don’t go to regulus

james: no shit, sherlock.

james: *goes straight to regulus*

5. james is being so angsty, and then in the middle of it, casually brings up his personal tutor

6. 🎶do you wanna build a snowman? elsa please i know you’re in there!🎶

7. the first thing they do when seeing each other again is sob and hug, then IMMEDIATELY go into bickering all like “YOU COULDA DIED BITCH”

8. james gets his glasses back after the interview!!!!

9. “"I don't want to be a great, big tragedy anymore," Regulus chokes out, looking at him almost desperately.”

10. 😑 they both freaking love each other so immensely, that they know they’ll never love anyone else. and reg is still like “no! 😊 i don’t want to break your heart again! take it back! stop loving me!”

11. 😀😀😀 what was that?? another fucking

PARTING GIFT????

12. “Regulus doesn't want to like Remus Lupin, but he likes Remus Lupin.” LMAOO story of my life

13. “"We broke up," Regulus murmurs.

"Oh," Remus repeats, still startled. "You were…together?"

Regulus frowns, gaze drifting to the side. "No."”

😭😭😭 sir that’s so funny

14. i wish so badly that regulus didn’t have fear of bathing, because i know for most people, bathing would be a comfort after escaping the arena

15. i love how reg originally planned to kill to survive, and james planned to die to help reg survive, both of them being gryffindor and slytherin, then the roles reverse, and james is willing to kill for reg and reg is willing to die for james. 💋mwah! perfection!

16. reg understanding and valuing privacy >>>>

17. (but also! background wolfstar my beloved!!)

18. i’m so mad that they have to go into the interview and pretend everything is fine. like, pissed off beyond belief

19. as sad as it is that they’re not gonna date, i’m glad they’re recognizing that they’re not ready for a relationship right now.

chapter 27:

1. DORCAS!!!! 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

2. “"We broke up? This is news to me. I wasn't aware we were together."

"We weren't," Regulus says, heaving a weary sigh.”

😭😭😭 babes, again with the breaking up

3. the discussion that love is more than romance >>>>>>>>>>>> Top Tier

4. 😀😀 rita, it is on site

5. “Rita's days are fucking numbered.” -reg THATS WHAT IVE BEEN SAYING

6. “[Peter] betrayed them all. James would have never done that. He would have died first.” 🙂 yikes. yikes. yikes. canon callback. yikes

7. BWAHAHHAHAHHAHAHA LOSING MY SHIT! NOT REGULUS DECIDING TO GET SIRIUS TO SPEAK DURING THE FUCKING INTERVIEW

8. “”He and I—well, we broke up. That's what he said, in any case."

"You were together?" Sirius asks, startled as well as a little offended that he wasn't at least notified. When the fuck did this happen?

"No, not at all. This was news to me, too, don't feel bad."”

😭😭😭 this is my favorite running joke

9. THE GLASSES ARE BACK

10. “"Oh, it's my dream come true," James teases, playful, his eyes sparkling. "I mean, both Black brothers? You know—"” BWAHAHAHAHA

11. sirius thinking james is a total whore <3333

12. james giving sirius sex advice is the sweetest thing ever

13. “even just the knowledge that Sirius is probably having sex for the very first time because he wants to, because he's at a place that he's comfortable, because he trusts Remus enough to do it.”

awwww i’m so happy that sirius feels safe enough to have that intimate moment with someone

14. sirius and regulus getting to feel like brothers again is heartbreaking

15. “He's so small. He's five, he's fifteen, he's twenty-five and Sirius' little brother. Always his little brother.”

16. sirius being nervous and fumbley and so awkward about sex is the funniest thing to me. so reminiscent of my first time tbh

17. “"You shouldn't be embarrassed, you know. There's nothing embarrassing about pleasure."

"Fuck you, it's so embarrassing," Sirius counters.”

he’s so real for that 😭😭😭

18. remus lupin: be gay do crime

19. “It takes them a bit to recover, admittedly. Love tends to have that effect, especially when you're making it.”

that line is so beautiful. like, insanely beautiful

#AHHHHHHHHHHHH #marauders #regulus black #james potter #fanfic #jegulus #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #remus x sirius #sunseeker #starchaser #crimson rivers

[cowgurrrl]

Hey gorgeous girl!!! I hope you’re having a good day! I wanted to request maybe a preoutbreak!joel and reader where reader has a bad day at work/college? Just how Joel would comfort when he sees reader all upset and stressed out🥹 if it doesn’t spark any interest, feel free to ignore this!!! I love you & your writing 🫶🏼💐✨💋💗

Thank you for your sweet words and your love!! I love this idea!! Pre-Outbreak Joel makes my Texas heart soar 🤠

Snowqueen of Texas

Pairing: Pre-Outbreak!Joel Miller x fem!reader

Summary: Joel hears about your day through the grapevine and decides to try to make you feel better

Warnings: None! Just Joel being a softy (gif by @loregifs)

The day had started rough. You got stuck in traffic on your way into work and cut someone off so badly they laid on their horn for a solid ten seconds. It didn’t matter because you ended up being twenty minutes late anyways. By the time you had clocked in, you were already in the weeds and barely had a chance to breathe before rushing around the restaurant like a crazy person. Every table that got up and cleaned got sat again almost immediately. People weren’t tipping as well as they usually did, but they made up for it by being rude as fuck. Your feet hurt from running back and forth all day, and to top it all off, you spilled hot sauce on your new white shirt.

So, when the hostess came to the back and told you someone was there for you during the two seconds you had to sit down, you were more than a little frustrated. You sulked up to the front, where you found Joel talking to your manager with a smile on his face. He ended all his sentences with “yes ma’am,” “no ma’am,” and “thank you, ma’am,” like the good southern boy his mama raised him to be. You smile as you walk over to him and wrap your arms around his middle. He kisses your forehead and hugs you back, not missing a beat in his conversation.

“Is it okay if I take my break, Samantha?” You ask your manager. Normally, she would make you roll silverware for a while before she let you go on break, but Joel seems to have buttered her up because she agrees. As she goes back upstairs, he holds up a plastic bag from your favorite Mexican restaurant. “Oh, my god, I love you.” You gasp as you take the bag from him and walk to his truck.

Joel tells you about the job he’s working right now and Sarah’s school project while you eat the tacos he brought you. The air conditioning blasts cold air to beat the summer heat, and an old country song is playing on the radio. You’re really trying to listen to his story, but with the food and the comfortable passenger seat, you’re more focused on how much better you feel. “By the way, Tommy ratted you out for cutting him off this morning.” He says, and you laugh.

“Tell Thomas he can’t take up the entirety of I-35 just because he thinks he’s the only one late to work.”

“Thomas? We’re using government names now?”

“Snitches get stitches.”

“Fair,” he says as you roll the empty tinfoil wrapper into a ball and throw it back in the plastic bag. “Feelin’ better?” He asks as he puts his hand on your thigh, his warm hand squeezing you.

“How did you know I was having a bad morning?” You ask and catch his nervous habit as he grinds his teeth.

“Sarah might’ve told me she saw you leave the house from the bus stop. Said you were in a huge rush, and I figured you slept through your alarms.”

“Are all the Millers spying on me?”

“Nobody is spying on you. She told me because she knew I would be nearby today and said I should bring my beautiful girlfriend lunch.” He says as he leans over and kisses you.

“Smart girl,” you whisper against his lips, resting a hand on his scruffy jaw. His hand snakes through your hair as he deepens the kiss. “You should always come to see me on my lunch break.”

“I reckon if I did that, we’d do a lot more than eat lunch.”

“Is that such a bad thing?”

“Only if you want us to keep our jobs,” he says, and you groan dramatically. “You just have to make it through today, and then when you get home, we can have dinner and drink wine and yell at Tommy for being a snitch.”

“Fine,” You sigh. “But I need one more thing before I can go back to work.”

“Name your price, sweetheart.”

When you walk back into work full of tacos and love, you’re wearing Joel’s shirt to replace the one you spilled hot sauce on. The hostess raises her eyebrows mischievously at you, but you shake your head, smirking, as you clock back in. “He had an extra work shirt, and mine was dirty.” You say. She hums and walks away, giving you a look that tells you she doesn’t believe you. She can think whatever you want because the scent of Joel’s cologne on his shirt is going to be enough to get you through the rest of your day.

Thank God the Millers are nosy as hell.

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#the last of us #joel miller #joel miller fic #joel tlou #the last of us x reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller the last of us #joel miller fluff #joel miller requests #joel miller drabble #i wrote this for me but you can read it too i guess

[magic-hcs]

Can I have a lil scenario of all my favorite things combined? 👀

Charon + meeting soulmate + ANGST 😈

PS: I absolutely adore your blog, your energy and writing always make my day 🥰

of course you can my dear anon! I loved writing this and accidentally wrote more than I thought I would. I hope you like it!

And Oh god, when i tried to save it to edit it a bit more on a different device it got deleted and i was about to yeet my laptop into space, and rage quit for a while (since I'm still healing from that writing burnout) and cry, luckily search history didn't let me down and I took back everything I just wanted to do in anger and sadness. deadass I copy and pasted everything I edited on a doc before trying anything again. So truly I hope you all enjoy!

Charon: Underfell Papyrus

warnings: angst, no comfort, Charon is rude, instant regret, first words are written on the body, maybe more

Time to cast some magic and see what we'll get!✨

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Charon: Ever had the feelings of regret becoming so strong it makes you bend your back at the sudden weight that whacks you upside the head and rams into you like a train?

Today had been one hell of a rough day. Despite the urge to scream his frustration to the heavens, he pushes on. He had to go shopping for dinner tonight, Charon refuses to do takeout. Healthy food made by Charon is superior to the sort of grub those order places serve up any day of the week. So to the store Charon goes, feeling like even the slightest inconvenience would set him off. Right when Charon couldn't find a specific ingredient a human walks up to him. you opened your mouth but Charon was faster.

"GET LOST HUMAN" Charon barked in your face. Hoping that you would leave him alone after this. But the reaction that he received from you wasn't you scuttling away in fear, or a face frowned in anger. Instead, it was a face of expected shock and unexpected devastated sadness mixed with resignation. Charon noticed your eyes were close to tears as you avert your gaze. With a sniff you roll your shoulders and straighten your back, as if wanting to push through some unbearable hardship. "Alright," you mumble, sniffing one last time and turning to the aisle they both were next to. "I'll get these myself then..." Right as you reach out your arm to grab at the can standing way too high up for your reach, Charon sees it: There on the inside of your arm where the ink black words spelling out in Charon's font 'GET LOST HUMAN.' And a realization hits Charon immediately after. On his own body, the words you had just uttered to him start to pleasantly tingle. Those words had given hope to Charon to find his soulmate. It was supposed to be wonderful to you too...But it brought you only heartache for so long long. It was supposed to be an incredible unforgettable thing. Now it just makes Charon sick. And it feels as if a train rams into him and slams down upon his back. Charon almost stumbles.

He unwillingly watches you strain your arm trying to reach that stupid can standing so high upon the shelf, watches your face be furrowed at the brows, and your resilient eyes desperately keeping the frustrating tears at the bay, sees the way you clench your jaw, holding in so much, throwing up a wall of pretense nonchalance. Charon begs himself to avert his gaze, begs his body to tear itself from the ground and to turn and never come back, begs for a time machine and redo it all over, begs for something, anything at all.

…

Your frustrated huff and a whispered “Goddammit" unshackled him from the confines of his stupor, making him reach out a hand that halts before even getting far. Mouth open but no noise comes out.

What could be done or said to undo a wrong that had been hurting you every day, an ugly reminder of how you’d never get to have a beautifully romantic fated meeting like how it was supposed to be.

…

The answer is simple; he can’t.

With a small flick of his phalanges the can behind the one you were reaching for gets illuminated by magic, and softly pushes the can in front of it. Inching it slightly over the board, right at the exact moment your fingers reached just below it. You tilted it from its perch, grabbing it just before it could fall. Charon turned away, swallowing down the knot that had formed inside his nonexistent throat.

“My Behavior Was Uncalled For, I Apologize.”

You turned to the voice that spoke up, expecting to see the skeleton man standing next to you. Only to find your eyes meeting a receding back.

Every step was a stab to the soul, clenching his teeth tighter, one would worry they’d crack. Your soft sniffles, the resignation on your face, it burns inside his mind, forcing him to watch it again and again. You didn’t deserve this. You didn’t deserve what has been done to you. What he has done to you.

The deepest part of him, the kindest part of him that he’s been hiding for so long wants to turn around and run to you. It wants to hold you, beg for forgiveness and swear that’ll hell do good, that he won’t ever treat you like that again.

But that would be selfish.

Once outside, Charon leans against the nearest wall and a shuddering breath leaves him. Subtly gripping the fabric of his clothes right above where his aching soul is located. Who would have thought that the pain he experienced the moment he got his trademark scratch mark across his socket would ever be surpassed?

A humorless chuckle leaves Charon. He shakes his head, pushing air past his teeth, forcing himself to be grounded, to get it together. Ignoring the ache he takes a few steps before realizing a big fact.

He had left his basket behind…and there were no groceries at home…and going back there, chancing seeing you again was not something Charon was looking forward to.

…

A big sigh leaves him.

It looks like takeout would have to do today…ugh…

BONUS:

Lounging on the couch, staring at a true crime documentary on tv is Red, scratching a sharp phalange along his teeth. There’s a bored scowl on his face, the constant loud tick tocks of the clock hanging on the wall deepens the frown. A few seconds pass. Red ‘tsks’ and snatches the remote to turn up the volume once more. He throws the remote back on the couch, in reach, as if he knew he would use it again at any moment.

Red started to tap his phalange at the small gap between his golden tooth and the other normal ones. An unconscious snrrk fills the room as Red can already guess what Charon would say when he sees what his older brother is doing.

‘Brother, If You Continue That Horrid Habit Of Yours You’ll End Up With Two Golden Teeth Instead Of One.’

His imaginary brother’s nagging sounds as irritating as the real deal.

Another snort leaves Red. A few seconds pass and this time it’s a huff before red eyelights flit over to the clock.

Two hours and thirty minutes.

It’s taking way too long. Red shakes his head. Stomping the thoughts away. A few minutes later the door clicks open and Red refuses to admit that the phalange that he had been jagging between his teeth slipped from his mouth, and that his shoulders had sagged at the noise of the familiar steps of Charon’s boots.

“lemme guess, couldn’t decide which fuckin’ salad dressing to take this time?” Red snarked over his shoulder, when he got no reply his shoulders bobbed in silent chuckle. Thinking the silence was just Charon refusing to go along with Red’s bicker he continued on. “boss, i swear, they all taste the freakin’ same.”

Still no reply. Red’s grin wavered slightly. “bro?” The steps thud up the stairs and there’s an uncharacteristically quiet click of a door. The once disappeared scowl returns in the shape of a confused and slightly concerned frown.

…

“…what in the fuck?”

Now, there is an unspoken ground rule in this house. A boundary none of them have crossed before.

Never enter the other’s room without the other’s knowledge or permission

Red has been knocking on this door for the last six minutes or so, at first asking in the form of jabs like “are ya cryin’ like a babe in there?” It got no indignant shriek from the other side of the door. So it was time to change tactics.

“do i need ta dust a fucker?” No harrumph of “I Don’t Need You To Do My Dirty Work, Brother. I Am Not Weak.” Or something along the likes. Just absolute silence.

…okaayy…something’s up.

“should i whip some up..?” Red refused to admit that slight worried crack in his voice. There was shuffling in the room, however, not one reply was made. “…bro…?”

….

never enter eachother’s room without permission.

…

’fuck it.’

Red shortcuts inside Charon’s room. Ready to be shouted at. Prepared to dodge some objects being hurled at him. But nothing came. Just this deafening quiet. Red finds Charon siting on his bed, knees tucked to his chest, arms dropped next to his side like a ragdoll having lost its strings keeping its arms alive.

“bro?” There are no tears, no grinding of the teeth, no frown or any indication or trace of any emotion at all. The look in Charon’s sockets terrify Red. Mostly because there is no look. It’s empty, vacant of eyelights, devoid of life. And he’s staring straight through Red, as if he’s not even there.

A chill shoots through Red's spine, making him shiver as if something’s crawling along his back. Red rushes towards his brother. Grabbing him by the shoulders and giving him a shake. “bro?” He shakes some more. “bro, fuck off this ain’t fuckin’ funny.” The voice sounds nothing like Red. It’s desperate. A humorless chuckle that sounds more like a manic cackle filled with nerves fills the room. It sends Red’s soul racing, not realizing it was him making the sound. “charon-“

“…” Everything freezes. Red freezes. It was so quiet.

“what?” Its a gasp that leaves Red. The mumbles start up again. Charon’s head tilts slightly. Red just knows that his brother’s empty sockets are now looking at him. “…messed…ed..”

“what?” Its the only thing Red finds in his current vocabulary. He leans closer towards Charon. “…i messed up, red…”

It’s quiet for a long time. Red swallows. “…wh-what didya mes-mess up, bro?” Red finally asks, nervously stumbling over his words. He watched as Charon tilted his head slightly down towards his collar bone.

the place where the words proudly been tattooed on.

Red’s eyelights shrink. It couldn’t be…

“messed everything up…”

oh. no…

Red felt his non-existent stomach drop. And it kept dropping.

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Thank you for participating in this spell, I hope it was to your satisfaction.

#undertale #papyrus #magical prompts #sans #undertale x reader #papyrus x reader #undertale hc #underfell #underfell sans #underfell papyrus x reader #underfell papyrus #underfell x reader #soulmate au #angst #no comfort #Charon

[centralperkchenford]

I'd read a version where chenford run into Chris! It would be so good!! 😊

I'd read a version where chenford run into Chris! It would be so good!! 😊

Chenford + furniture shopping and they run into Chris

This is kind of part 2 to the grocery shopping one but I did a different title 🤷🏼‍♀️✨

Don't blame me, Love made me crazy

Lucy sits on the tenth sofa in 5 minutes moving around on it. It is comfortable but it just doesn’t have that feel yet. She gets up from the sofa and moves on to the next one. It’s soft but firm, definitely a couch she could see her and Tim cuddling up on. She sighs as she gets up and spots Tim across the store with his arms crossed his chest looking at coffee tables. They were searching for a new sofa and coffee table only because Tim’s sofa and coffee table were getting old and Tim wanted to make his house hers and theirs. So picking out two pieces of furniture was just the start.

She makes her ways towards Tim, he still standing at the same table his arms still crossed his chest and legs spread apart. He looks like a sergeant evaluating his team.

“Hey.” She says coming up from behind him. “What are you looking at?” He turns to look at her and relaxes his stance a little.

“I just want to make sure our coffee table is sturdy enough for stuff.” He says. “You know.. everything.”

Lucy snorts but doesn’t say anything as she glances at the table Tim is studying. “It looks good and—” She begins but she’s cut off by a voice from behind her.

“Lucy?” The voice says. Both Tim and Lucy spin on their heels to see Chris behind them. He has a small basket with some items in it.

“Oh.” Says Lucy awkwardly looking around the store. “Hi Chris.” Chris glances between them both his eyes narrowing.

“What are you doing Lucy?” He asks cooly. Lucy frowns at both his question and tone. Obviously it’s none of Chris’s business why she is at a furniture store with Tim. She imagines he imagined them going furniture shopping together when they bought a house. She thinks back to that day and almost rolls her eyes. He was so clueless that day, she couldn’t believe he didn’t get the hint at how hesitant she was about buying a house with him. And she had been hesitant she knew Chris wasn’t her forever. And it took her all day and of course Tim to make her realize she needed to end it.

“Um.” Lucy glances at Tim who is glaring at Chris. He’s back in his intimidating stance. “I’m—we are just looking for some furniture.” She finally answers. Chris’s eyes flicker to Tim’s face and then back to Lucy.

“We? So you two are living together now?” He spits out and Lucy takes a step back. Tim reaches over to put his hand on her lower back drawing him to her. It’s such a small gesture but it’s one that Lucy thinks she will always need.

“Yes.” Says Lucy. “We are living together.” Tim rubs a circle on her back, slipping his hand under her shirt and placing his large warm hand on her skin. She relaxes immediately into his touch.

“Why?” Chris asks hotly. “Why are you living with him? When I brought up living together. You dumped me.” Lucy sighs and leans more into Tim’s hand.

“When you asked—no when you told me we were buying a house together you never even asked how I felt. You just assumed that I wanted to. And then you kept calling even after a very traumatic incident. You didn’t care about me or my feelings, all you cared about was putting a offer on a house.” She says breathlessly. “You didn’t care to ask where I wanted to live.. it was all about you.”

Chris stares at her anger in his eyes as he glares at Tim for some reason. Tim glares back at him and steps just a little bit closer to Lucy so their legs are brushing.

“So Mr. Perfect here comes around and asks you to move in and you have no hesitancy?” Chris snaps at her. “That doesn’t even make sense Lucy! You can’t be one way about me and the completely switch for him.”

Except she can. With Chris it wasn’t ever serious. They had fun and she sincerely liked him. He was a safe relationship. He was the barrier between her and admitting her feelings for Tim. With Chris, she just knew it wouldn’t last. She knew their relationship would eventually run its course. She just had a hard time admitting that.

With Tim, it’s different. They did everything for each other, they would argue about stuff but they would always find common ground. With Tim, it was worth the effort and with Tim.. well she loves Tim more than anything. She knows Tim is her forever, she can feel it every time he looks at her, every time he touches her and kisses her. It’s not easy with him all the time. But it is worth it whether it’s hard or not.

“Tim didn’t pressure me to move in with him. It was a mutual decision.” She says to Chris. “We make decisions together because we are a equal team. Partners.” Tim removes his hand from her back and slips it into her hand. His large hand engulfs hers but she loves it.

“I didn’t pressure you into anything.” Says Chris defiantly. Tim snorts and Chris glares at him some more. “Is there something you want to say Bradford?”

Tim rolls his eyes. “I was there Sanford, you kept calling Lucy and bringing up houses. You even called after she saw a woman blow up. You had no idea how uncomfortable you were making her. She never even gave you a straight answer. You just kept going and going.” Tim says and his breathing is heavy as he finishes. Chris is silent for a few moments before he speaks again. Lucy thinks he’s going to apologize for everything but she knows that will never happen.

“You know how she broke up with me?” He asks Tim staring directly up at him. Tim glances at Lucy briefly a question in his eyes but he doesn’t say anything. She never did tell him she used his metaphor.

“She told me to give her my playbook.” Chris snaps. “Just like that as if our relationship didn’t mean anything.”

Lucy rocks back and forth it on her heels and tries not to grin at the look on Tim’s face. It’s one of amusement and pride.

“So as soon as she gets tired of you Bradford. That is what is going to happen. And you will be like me. Just another guy dumped by Lucy Chen serial bitch.”

Lucy doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the expression on Tim’s face because now it’s anger and resentment. She never plans to break up with Tim, but even if it did happen she certainly wouldn’t do it by a method he told her about.

“Get a life Chris.” Lucy snaps at him putting herself in front of Tim so he doesn’t launch himself at Chris. “I broke up with you because I didn’t love you. And I’m sorry for the way I did it. But you weren’t taking a hint.”

“Lucy..” Chris steps towards her and Tim steps out in front of her. She puts a hand on his arm to calm him down.

“You can resent me, call me all the names you want. You can think that the breakup was out of nowhere but it’s over Chris. I want to be with Tim. He makes me happy and he loves me no matter what. He doesn’t pressure me and we do things together.” Lucy says and then she wraps her arms around Tim’s waist and he bends down to place a soft kiss on the top of her head. “I’m sorry you are holding on to so much resentment for me but I have moved on. You should too.” She grabs Tim’s hand and leads him away to the sofas. He stops in front of a black leather one.

“Are you okay?” Tim asks her immediately wrapping his hand over her arm. “He’s..”

“I’m fine.” She assures him and she honestly is. Everything she said to Chris was true. She didn’t love him and she loved Tim. It really was that simple.

“Are you okay?” She asks him. Tim gives her a look and then nods.

“I kind of wanted to punch him but I’m good.” He says and then his face breaks out into a huge grin. “I can’t believe you used my metaphor to break up with Chris.”

Lucy rolls her eyes at his smug face and pulls him down onto the sofa. “I love you.” She says. He kisses the top of her head again holding his lips there and muttering I love you too baby.

They are silent for a few minutes before Lucy realizes they are still sitting on the same couch. It’s so comfortable and it just feels like they are wrapped in a warm hug. Maybe that is because of Tim.

“This one.” She says standing up. Tim stands with her and gives her an odd look.

“What?” He asks. She points to the couch in front of them.

“This is the couch we should get.” She says. “It’s comfortable. Not too hard not too soft and it’s big.”

Tim stares at her and she recognizes the look he’s giving her. It’s one of love, adoration and fondness.

“Okay baby. Let’s get it.” He says and she grins at him looking at him and then the couch.

It won’t always be perfect but she knows even on the hardest days she will come home and see Tim and know that it will all be worth it in the end.

Because Tim will always be worth it.

#chenford #the rookie #chenford fanfic #tim bradford #tim x lucy #lucy chen #chenford fic #anon answered

[catindabag]

TBOSAS on Crack short take (75)

*The wrong phone call*

Sejanus: Hey, Babe.

Coryo: Yes, Babe?

Sejanus: Can I ask you a question?

Coryo: What’s wrong? Are you being bullied again?

Sejanus: No. I-

Coryo: Who was it? Was it Jubilee? Peacekeeper Joe? I’ll ask Urban and Pup to fight them for us.

Sejanus: No need! I just want to know someone’s phone number.

Coryo: But you already have our phone numbers. Even Arachne’s and Livia’s.

Sejanus: I know.😔

Coryo: So who do you want to call? Lepidus Malmsey? Lucky Flickerman?

Sejanus: Oh, Panem, no. I don’t like weird magical clowns.

Coryo: Mama Cardew?

Sejanus: Heck, no! She might even kill me with my family’s taxes.

Coryo: President Ravinstill?

Sejanus: He’s a dinosaur.

Coryo: Mrs. Aurelia Ravinstill?

Sejanus: Aurelia? Who’s that?

Coryo: The Vice President of Panem.

Sejanus: Oh, she’s the one who’s extremely allergic to charity, poor people, and homeless Hilari!😀

Coryo: Yes, that’s right.

Sejanus: At least our poor Felix didn’t inherit his mean mother’s explosive temper.

Coryo: Fortunately.

Sejanus: Thank Panem.

Coryo: So who is it?

Sejanus: Who’s what?

Coryo: Who do you want to call?

Sejanus: Oh, right! I almost forgot. Do you perhaps know the phone number of Professor Sickle?

Coryo: No. Why?

Sejanus: I accidentally left my ✨Bread Body Bag✨ inside her office yesterday and I really need it back before my Ma finds out.

Coryo: You left your precious B.B.B inside Professor Sickle’s office?!

Sejanus: Yeah, but to be fair, I was busy searching for something very important-

Coryo: You were busy searching for my pretty feet pics, weren’t you?

Sejanus: And Creed’s.

Coryo: I knew it.😑

Sejanus: So. . .

Coryo: Ask Ney Ney. She’s her fam.

Sejanus: Ok! Whatever you say, my love!😍 *turns to Vipsania* Hey, Ney Ney!

Vipsania: *is sleeping like a pure little lamb*

Sejanus: She’s asleep.☹️

Coryo: Not for long.

Sejanus: What do you mean?

Coryo: Hey, Ney Ney, your beloved dumbbells and expensive running shoes are on fire! They’re on fire!

Vipsania: *immediately wakes up* Call the fire brigade and Creed’s working ambulance right now!

Coryo: I’m poor.

Vipsania: Call my daddy too!

Sejanus: Ney Ney, calm down. We’re just kidding-

Vipsania: But don’t tell my mommy! She will celebrate my demise!😭

Coryo: Vipsania Sickle, for the love of Panem, do you know your auntie’s phone number?!

Vipsania: My auntie’s what?

Coryo: Phone number!

Vipsania: Why?

Coryo: My boyfriend needs it.

Sejanus: I’m Coryo’s boyfriend.😀

Coryo: We know, Babe.

Sejanus: Just saying.

Vipsania: What do I get in return?

Coryo: What do you want?

Vipsania: The latest treadmill?

Sejanus: Deal!

Vipsania: Fine. Give me your phone. I’ll call her myself.

Festus: *walks in* Hey, guys!

Vipsania: Hey, Creed!

Hilarius: We’re back!

Apollo: We brought snacks!

Diana: Banana!

Felix: Hey, Coryo, I brought you your daily cabbage. Catch!

Coryo: Thanks, Class Pres! You’re the best!

Felix: You’re welcome.

Sejanus: How about me?😀

Coryo: You’re my boyfriend. You’re always the best in my eyes, Babe.

Sejanus: Coryo, kiss.😘

Coryo: Later.

Sejanus: When?

Coryo: After lunch.

Sejanus: Broom closet?🥺

Coryo: As always.

Sejanus: Yey!

Hilarius: How about me?😀

Coryo: No.

Hilarius: But I want a kiss too.😢

Coryo: Get your own sugar daddy.

Hilarius: Hey, Felix!

Felix: No.

Hilarius: Is your crazy President Gran Gran still available?

Felix: What the f*ck, Hilari!

Hilarius: Is he?

Felix: He’s like a hundred years old! He’s a dinosaur!

Hilarius: Just asking.

Felix: Don’t ask me again.

Hilarius: Is your daddy available?

Felix: He’s happily married!

Hilarius: How about your crazy uncle Achilles? Is he available?

Felix: He’s in prison!

Hilarius: For what?

Felix: For smuggling fireworks.

Hilarius: That’s illegal?

Felix: No. He just wanted to fly.

Hilarius: Dammit.

Coryo: Bro, I thought that you were pregnant with Strabo Plinth’s baby.

Hilarius: Oh, that’s right! Thanks for reminding me, Snowy.

Coryo: Anytime, virgin.

Hilarius: Sejanus, pay up.

Sejanus: Ask my old man.

Hilarius: Mr. Plinth scares me and I need money right now.

Sejanus: I’m not paying child support.

Hilarius: But we’re family!

Sejanus: You’re not my Coryo and you’re not carrying my baby!

Coryo: That’s right!

Hilarius: But good sir, my poor miracle baby is still your half brother!

Sejanus: Your fake baby with Strabo Plinth is not my half brother!

Hilarius: Half sister?

Sejanus: You’re dead to me.

Hilarius: Coryo, help!😫

Coryo: Lol. I’m recording this.

Festus: So what’s up?

Vipsania: We’re calling my auntie.

Festus: What for?

Felix: Are we in trouble?

Hilarius: Is the gym on fire?

Apollo: Are we dancing again?

Diana: Banana?

Coryo: No. My Seji Pie left his precious B.B.B inside her office yesterday.

Diana: B.B.B?

Coryo: Bread Body Bag.

Festus: Lol. His Ma will kill him.

Sejanus: My Ma will kill me.🥲

Vipsania: Then stop crying and whining and give me your most expensive phone right now.

Sejanus: Here.

Vipsania: Thanks. *starts pressing random numbers*

Festus: Yo, it’s ringing!

Coryo: Obviously.🙄

Felix: Are we even allowed to call Professor Sickle?

Hilarius: Calling your auntie is not illegal, Class Pres.

Felix: In my family, it is.

Vipsania: Well, she’s my aunt and I’m her favorite niece. She’ll answer my calls. Just you wait.

Felix: Turn the volume up. I want to hear the conversation.

Apollo: I wanna hear it too!

Diana: Banana?🥺

Vipsania: Fine. There.

Com.Hoff: *picks up the phone* Hello? This is District 12’s Commander Hoff speaking.

Coryo: Commander who?

Felix: District 12?

Vipsania: Auntie?😀

Sejanus: *quickly grabs the phone* Professor, I’m so sorry but can you give me back my precious ✨Bread Body Bag✨?!

Com.Hoff: Your what?

Sejanus: My body bag!

Com.Hoff: Body bag? What body bag?!

Sejanus: Are you Professor Sickle?

Com.Hoff: Are you a rebel?

Sejanus: A what?

Com.Hoff: Are you a rebel?!

Sejanus: No. I’m baby.

Com.Hoff: Tell me the truth, boy!

Sejanus: I’m baby!

Com.Hoff: Are you stupid?!

Coryo: *grabs the phone* Why are you shouting at my sugar daddy, you creep?!

Com.Hoff: Sugar daddy?!

Coryo: He pays for my bills and groceries!

Com.Hoff: So?

Coryo: Creep.

Com.Hoff: I’m not a creep!

Hilarius: Are you a pole dancer?

Com.Hoff: A what?!

Hilarius: A pole dancer!

Com.Hoff: I’m the commander!

Hilarius: A commanding pole dancer?

Felix: Is that a new position?

Apollo: Cool.

Com.Hoff: No!

Festus: How much do you make?

Diana: How much for a dance?

Com.Hoff: Where’s the body bag?!

Coryo: None of your business!

Com.Hoff: Tell me now!

Coryo: No! My Seji Pie will cry!

Sejanus: I will cry!

Com.Hoff: Where are you?

Coryo: Where are you?!

Com.Hoff: I’m in District 12!

Coryo: You’re a forest hippie and a pole dancer?!

Diana: Nice! A versatile man!

Com.Hoff: I’m not versatile!

Vipsania: In bed?

Com.Hoff: What the actual f*ck.

Festus: So you’re a loser?

Com.Hoff: Give me your current location.

Felix: Sorry. We’re still planning our next class vacation.

Com.Hoff: Where are you?!

Festus: In your mom’s ugly closet!

Hilarius: Under your pathetic bed!

Apollo: Behind your back!

Diana: Banana!

Com.Hoff: You bastards!

Festus: I’m stealing her hats!

Felix: And I’m wearing her dress!

Hilarius: Oh, look! An eyeliner!

Com.Hoff: Give them back!

Hilarius: Do you want to see my pretty feet pics? I’m selling.😀

Com.Hoff: How much?

Hilarius: 50 bucks.

Com.Hoff: I will find you and I will kill you-

Vipsania: Wrong number!

Com.Hoff: Don’t hang up!

Festus: Bye, loser!

Com.Hoff: I’ll buy those feet pics!

Hilarius: Really?😀

Com.Hoff: Are they prettier than General Crassus Snow’s feet pics?

Coryo: F*ck no. *hangs up*

Vipsania: So who wants pasta?

Coryo: Ney Ney, don’t tell me-

Vipsania: Yeah, I don’t know my favorite auntie’s current phone number. Sorry.

Coryo: That’s impossible.

Vipsania: I was kicked out of the house, remember?😢

Coryo: Do you want a tissue?

Vipsania: Give me the whole box.

Festus: Let’s call again!

Apollo: Let me try! *grabs the phone and dials a random phone number* There!

Diana: It’s ringing. I’m excited!😆

Felix: Shh! Somebody might hear us.

Hilarius: I just hope they’ll buy my feet pics.

Coryo: Hilari, please-

Hilarius: Poor homeless Hilari needs some fast cash right now.

Festus: And poor Festus Creed needs poor homeless Hilarius Heavensbee to pay his freaking rent!

Hilari: I’m trying my best!

Festus: Penelope disagrees.

Hilarius: She’s a rat!

Festus: And she disagrees!

Sejanus: I still need to get my body bag though.☹️

Coryo: Don’t be too sad, Babe. We’ll just ask Anderson to steal your bread bag later.

Sejanus: Ok!☺️

Vipsania: Quiet!

Mayfair: *picks up the phone* Hello? This is District 12’s Mayor’s daughter speaking.

Coryo: Ew! A cheater!

Mayfair: Lucy Gray?!

Diana: Are you a pole dancer too?

Mayfair: Who the f*ck is this?!

Apollo: I’m the sun god!

Diana: And I’m the moon goddess!

Hilarius: And I’m having your dear daddy’s miracle baby next summer!

Mayfair: My daddy’s what?!

Hilarius: Pay up, sister!

Mayfair: I’m not your sister!

Hilarius: I need child support!

Mayfair: Go f*ck yourself!

Coryo: Your daddy’s a cheater!

Mayfair: And you’re a stupid whor-

Sejanus: Take that back!

Mayfair: Cry harder, loser!

Coryo: Well, tell your stupid boyfriend to suck a f*ckin’ di-

Mayfair: *hangs up*

Coryo: The audacity! Call her again, Class Pres!

Felix: Fine. *dials back*

Mayfair: Hello? This is Mayfair-

Coryo: Suck a d*ck!

Mayfair: F*ck you, you whor-

Coryo: *immediately hangs up* There! I won. I’m happy now.☺️

Sejanus: I’m happy too!

Festus: My turn! *grabs the phone*

Diana: Me next!

Hilarius: But-

Festus: It’s ringing!

Apollo: Felix, you answer!

Felix: I hope it’s not my mom.

Hilarius: Or mine.

Festus: My “dearest” mommy never picks up my calls.

Coryo: Creed, do you need a hug?

Festus: Yes, please.

Coryo: *hugs Festus*

Sejanus: I need a hug too!

Coryo: Fine. Come here.

Sejanus: Yey!

Elmer: *picks up the phone* Hello? This is District 13’s Elmer Coin speaking.

Felix: Elmer Coin?

Elmer: Yes, I’m Elmer Coin.

Felix: Never heard of you before.

Elmer: I’m the current president of District 13!

Felix: What’s District 13?

Apollo: Are you the mole people?

Elmer: Seriously?

Festus: District 13 doesn’t exist.

Elmer: Who told you that lie?

Festus: It���s a universal truth, you uncultured swine!

Elmer: District 13 still exist!

Coryo: I’m poor. So I need to disagree.

Elmer: I swear we still exist!

Felix: My mommy said you don’t!

Elmer: Your poor mother’s wrong.

Felix: My mommy is never wrong and she’s allergic to poor people.

Elmer: I’m not poor!

Felix: Not on my mommy’s watch!

Elmer: Your evil government is brainwashing your mother!

Felix: My mommy is literally the Vice President of Panem.

Elmer: She’s the VP?!

Felix: And my lovely daddy is her secretary.

Elmer: Seriously?!

Hilarius: *grabs the phone from Felix* Do you want to buy my pretty feet pics? They’re on sale.

Elmer: Who are you?!

Hilarius: I’m Hilarius.

Elmer: You’re not funny.

Hilarius: But I’m Hilarius!

Elmer: Are you rebels?

Felix: I’m allergic to rebels.

Elmer: Not you, you freak.

Felix: I’m not a freak. I’m a sweet baby Ravinstill.

Elmer: Same thing.

Coryo: Are you a mole person?

Elmer: I’m not a mole!

Hilarius: Do you live underground?

Elmer: That’s none of your business!

Apollo: Do you sell glue?

Elmer: How old are you?

Apollo: Physically or mentally?

Sejanus: I’m from District 2 and I’m old enough to screw!😀

Coryo: We know, Babe.

Elmer: That’s great! You’re one of us! Do you need some help?

Sejanus: On my biology homework? Of course!

Elmer: Homework?

Sejanus: Yes, homework! Our insane Professor will most likely fail me.

Elmer: Why?

Sejanus: She hates me and I’m dumb.

Festus: Same.

Apollo: Do mole people like to eat snakes or spiders?

Elmer: I’m not a mole!

Apollo: Doubt.

Elmer: Am I talking to a bunch of stupid children right now?!

Vipsania: Maybe.

Sejanus: My gorgeous Snow Bae and I will be having 24 kids and more!😊

Elmer: You’ll have 24 kids?!

Sejanus: And more!

Vipsania: I’m baby.

Coryo: Jealous, Elmer?

Elmer: You’re a child!

Coryo: My boyfriend’s rich and I’m pregnant!

Hilarius: I’m pregnant too!

Elmer: So?

Hilarius: So pay up, Elmer!

Elmer: Pay up?!

Hilarius: I need child support!

Elmer: I’m not paying anything!

Hilarius: It’s your baby!

Elmer: *immediately hangs up*

Hilarius: The audacity! *dials back*

Elmer: Hello? This is D13’s leader-

Hilarius: Pay my f*ckin’ child support, you b*tch!

Elmer: Go away!

Hilarius: You’re a mole f*cker!

Elmer: A what?!

Hilarius: *quickly hangs up* So who’s hungry?😊

Festus: I’m hungry.

Coryo: Me too. Let’s eat.

#tbosas #crack post #crack ship #snowjanus #snowplinth #coriolanus snow #sejanus plinth #lucy gray baird #festus creed #hilarius heavensbee #felix ravinstill #vipsania sickle #diana ring #apollo ring #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #ballad of songbirds and snakes #president snow #district 13 #district 12 #the hunger games #thg #hunger games #suzanne collins #thg incorrect quotes #thg fic #thg fanfiction #tbosas fic #tbosas incorrect quotes #crack treated seriously #coriolanus x sejanus

[ghoulette-knell]

Kiss the Goat

Swiss x Aurora

Aurora always made it her goal to tease Swiss on stage just to get the attention of the crowd. Swiss decides to punish her for her teasing by making her temptations reality.

🔞MDNI🔞

TW: Really not a plot, just smut; Friends to Lovers; Kinda Desperate Dom!Swiss (Aurora tries to dom but Swiss says ✨no✨); Bondage; Cunnilingus; Fingering (Aurora receiving); Dressed Man Naked Woman; Slight Edging; Blowjob (Swiss receiving); Dirty Talk.

Word Count: 3,392

Swiss was finished with Aurora’s antics. During concerts, she was purposefully coming to his platform on the stage and being very, obviously flirtatious. Rubbing her backside against his crotch as she danced to the music, kissing his cheek, stealing his vape. Aurora drove him crazy, so tonight, he decided to take matters into his own hands.

He walked silently down the halls towards the Ghoulette’s room; excitement flowing through his veins. He reached her door, his tail flicking in excitement as he knocked.

Aurora’s ears perked attentively as she heard a knock on her door. She slowly closed the book she was reading (undoubtedly a romance novel), and got up from the couch before walking to the door. The multi-Ghoulette unlocked it and came face-to-face with Swiss.

“Oh, hey Swiss!” she smiled innocently while looking up at the taller male, “How are you?” She was almost certain why Swiss was here.

He did not answer her question. He was silent for a moment before moving closer to Aurora, pressing his lips against hers roughly. His hands reached out to grab and slide slowly down her hips, cupping the Ghoulette from behind.

Swiss didn't bother to stop himself, didn't give anything a second thought. He was just here for one thing. He made sure to swiftly lock the door behind him as he moved into Aurora’s apartment without a single word exchanged.

She squeaked in surprise as Swiss aggressively smashed his lips against hers. Aurora groaned as he pushed her further into her apartment and locked the door behind him; pushing her against the wall.

His lips parted and slipped along Aurora’s cheeks, nuzzling and kissing her neck; biting and licking it with ferocity. He felt so excited; he needed her, he wanted her now. His breath was coming rapid and harsh through his nose as his tail whipped the air.

Aurora was his and only his now. He wasn't going to let anyone else enjoy her.

“I guess you didn’t like my teasing, eh?” the multi-Ghoulette giggled, the sound mixed with a strangled moan as he kissed and rubbed against Aurora’s neck, “You don’t like me rubbing against you in front of Papa and the fans? It makes you want to take action? Teach me a lesson?”

"A lesson." He groaned. "That's an understatement."

He lifted his head; his gaze turning from Aurora’s neck to her face. His emerald eyes were sharp and dark, there was a fire burning within them. He was angry, frustrated.

"You want a lesson?" Swiss asked, his tail coming around to curl around her waist. His other hands reached out and grasped Aurora’s chin, roughly turning her head to kiss her again deeply. Aurora’s mouth was forced open as his tongue searched within it.

Aurora groaned hungrily as Swiss’ tail curled roughly around her waist; pulling her deeper into the kiss. The multi-Ghoulette’s hands curled through his hair as she kissed back with the same energy of lust that Swiss had. Aurora hungrily grinded up against his thigh as he held her in place.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this, Swiss,” Aurora growled lustfully while forcing her tongue into his mouth; the two tongues immediately fighting each other.

He let go of her chin and slid his hands down her back. Swiss’ lips parted from hers, and he spoke in a low growl, "I know you have."

His hands grasped her rear and he brought Aurora up onto one of the platforms in her apartment, pressing her back against the wall. Swiss took a step away and lifted her shirt, pulling it up and over her head.

"It’s my turn to be a tease now. I’m gonna make you regret every single time you’ve made me hard on stage in front of hundreds of people." He growled, his eyes still sharp as steel in her direction.

Aurora purred like a little kitten as Swiss pulled her shirt up over her head; revealing her cute, pink bra. Goosebumps covered Aurora’s skin from the chill in the room, and she instinctively moved into Swiss’ arms and chest for some warmth.

“You’re all bark and no bite, Swiss,” Aurora teased while nibbling his ear, “You love the way I tease you on stage, so don’t act like you don’t.”

He let out a frustrated growl, but it was quickly masked by a low chuckle. He wrapped an arm around Aurora’s waist and began trailing his fingers down her side, over her stomach, and down towards her pants.

Swiss’ fingers wrapped around the belt of the pants, and quickly unclasped it. The Ghoul quickly pushed Aurora’s pants down, the woman rapidly breathing as lust began to take over her every sense.

"We'll see about that," he murmured, his breath tickling Aurora’s ear as he nipped and sucked on the lobe.

Without another word, Swiss bent down and slid her panties down her legs, exposing her pink pussy lips to his hungry gaze. His cock twitched in his pants, aching for a taste.

Swiss took Aurora’s wrists and pinned them above her head on the wall. "You're all mine now," he growled, his eyes locked on hers.

Before the Ghoul dove into Aurora’s pussy, he quickly undid his own belt and looped it around her wrists, securing her to the top of her cupboard, which had a steel paper towel holder. She couldn’t move even if she wanted to.

Aurora felt so exposed and submissive being tied up like this. This truly was the revenge Swiss wanted to deal out on her. She couldn't even touch herself like this, and she could feel her pussy beginning to grow wet by just being in this humiliating position in front of Swiss.

She lightly bucked her hips, looking at Swiss longingly as he backed away to admire his handiwork, "Swiss," she whined quietly while looking up at him, "Please fuck me. I need you~"

Swiss smirked, his eyes darkening as he took in her pleading look. He stepped closer and ran a finger down the valley between her breasts, teasingly tracing over Aurora’s nipples.

"You're so fucking beautiful when you beg," he whispered, his voice rough with desire.

He moved his hand down to Aurora’s swollen pussy lips, teasingly rubbing his fingers over them before dipping one inside. The Ghoulette moaned at the feeling of being penetrated, even in this small way.

"You're so wet for me," Swiss purred, his voice deep and low.

Aurora squealed softly as Swiss thrusted his fingers inside of her. It had been a very long time since she had anything besides her own fingers in her cunt, so Swiss was working wonders on her sensitive body.

Aurora bit her lip and slammed her eyes shut as she tried to swivel her hips to create more friction between Swiss' fingers and her hungry pussy. "F-Feels good," Aurora whispered.

Swiss watched with dark eyes as the Ghoulette squirmed under his touch. His fingers moved in and out of her, finding her sweet spot and rubbing it with just the right amount of pressure.

"You like that, huh?" He growled, his fingers working faster inside her, the moans and groans leaving Aurora’s mouth making his cock twitch in his pants.

Swiss leaned down and captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with here as his fingers continued to work their magic against her clit and G-spot.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard," he promised, his voice low and husky.

"I'm sure, big boy," Aurora whispered while trying to bite back her little squeals of pleasure as Swiss teased her clit with his skillful fingers, "If this i-is what teasing you on stage gets me, I want to keep -fuck- doing it. Agh, oh fuck." She growled as the heat in her abdomen began to intensify, signifying an orgasm was approaching.

"Oh, you think so?" He smirked, his fingers moving faster inside of her as he teased her clit mercilessly.

Just as the orgasm was about to crash over Aurora, Swiss pulled his fingers out and left her hanging, her cunt aching for more.

He chuckled darkly as Aurora’s expression grew into one of annoyance and betrayal over Swiss not letting her cum, “What? You think I’d let you cum that quickly after your weeks of teasing? No… you’re going to have to beg to cum, sweet girl. It won’t be that easy.”

"Swiss!" Aurora cried out while absentmindedly bucking her hips into the air, missing his touch immensely, "You can't just do that! I-I need to cum. You can't tease me like that!"

The Ghoulette stared at him with doe eyes, silently begging him to return to her cunt. Whether it was his fingers again, his lips, or his cock... none of it mattered. She just needed Swiss.

"Oh, I can, and I will," Swiss smirked, his voice dark and full of promise.

He moved closer and gently pushed Aurora’s legs apart, revealing her swollen and leaking pussy to him once again. His cock twitched in anticipation, leaking pre-cum into his pants.

Without warning, he got to his knees in front of Aurora and licked a hot, wet strip up her cunt.

"Now beg," he growled, his eyes never leaving Aurora’s as her back arched, “And if you don’t beg, I will never touch you again. Beg for me to fuck you cock-drunk.”

Aurora’s back arched the second his fat, wet tongue made contact with her needy hole. A strained, strangled gasp left her mouth, and her bound arms struggled against the belt to grabbed Swiss' head.

"F-Fuck!" she moaned while bucking her hips up to meet Swiss' mouth, "T-That feels so good! More! More, please!"

Swiss chuckled darkly as he lapped up her juices, savoring the taste of her. His tongue darted in and out of the Ghoulette’s soaking wet pussy, flicking against her clit and driving her wild.

Swiss’ fingers also worked overtime, pushing in and out of the multi-Ghoulette’s holes, earning another strained moan with each thrust. Aurora’s juices were beginning to soak Swiss’ moustache, which made the Ghoul’s dick swell with arousal.

‘A little treat for later,’ he thought to himself as he continued to piston his tongue and fingers through Aurora’s needy hole; her walls clenching around him painfully.

"That's it, baby," he purred, his quiet voice being drowned out due to Aurora’s feral moans, “You taste so fucking good. You’re so wet for me, it’s almost pathetic.”

He pulled back slightly, his cock twitching in anticipation as he watched Aurora squirm under his touch.

"You want my cock in that tight little pussy of yours, don't you?" He asked, his voice low and husky.

"Y-Yes, Swiss!" Aurora squeaked pathetically as her muscles began to contract and twitch due to the second orgasm she was approaching being suddenly yanked from her right as she reached the climax.

“You’ve gotta stop edging me, Swiss! I’ll die if I don’t get to cum!”

Of course, classic Aurora. Always being so damn dramatic.

"Oh, you think I'm going to stop now?" Swiss chuckled darkly, his eyes darkening with lust.

The Ghoul quickly unzipped his zipper and pushed his boxers down. His huge, pulsating cock popped out of the zipper hole, the tip leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. Aurora’s mouth began watering at the sight; the sudden temptation to wrap her lips around him and milk him dry.

Swiss chuckled lowly as he saw that look in Aurora’s eyes, and approached while positioning his cock at her entrance. He rubbed the head against her soaking wet pussy lips.

"Tell me, sweet girl," he whispered, his voice rough with desire, "When was the last time you had a real cock in here?"

He pushed forward slowly, feeling her tight heat engulf his cock. A shocked gasp left Aurora’s lips as he pushed a bit of his length in unexpectedly.

"That's right," he growled, his hips beginning to move in a slow, sensual grind, "Do you feel how good it feels to be filled by a real man?"

Aurora scooted her lower half to the edge of the counter so Swiss could have more room to push his impressive dick inside of her hungry pussy. Her jaw laid ajar as he slowly picked up a rhythm; her eyes rolling into the back of her head as Swiss started dirty talking.

"It feels so good to be fucked by a real man," she blabbered while struggling to get her hands out of the stupid bindings, "There's no dick that compares to yours, Swiss! F-Fuck you feel so good!"

Swiss grinned wickedly as he watched her reactions. He pulled out a bit before slamming back in, his hips slapping against Aurora’s ass cheeks.

Aurora felt her body being taken over by pleasure as he thrust in and out of her, hitting her G-spot with every stroke. The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with Aurora’s guttural moans and gasps.

"That's right, baby," he growled, "Only my cock can make you feel this good."

He picked up the pace, fucking her hard and fast now.

"You like it when I take control, don't you?" He asked, his voice low and menacing.

"Say it," he growled, pushing his cock deeper inside Aurora; drool trickling down her face and out of her swollen lips as her whole body shook with pleasure.

Usually, Aurora would've wanted to be in control in the bedroom, especially with someone as handsome as Swiss, but this time, she loved Swiss being in charge.

"I love it when you take control!" the multi-Ghoulette shouted to obediently, while pushing her hips into Swiss' as he continued to pound her pussy, "There's no one who can make me feel like this besides you! I am yours to control, Swiss!"

"Good girl," Swiss purred, his hips slamming against Aurora’s ass.

He reached upwards and pinched one of her nipples, making her gasp and blush ferociously.

"You're such a naughty little slut," he growled, "But I love it."

Without warning, Swiss grabbed her hair and yanked her head back, exposing her neck. He nipped and sucked at Aurora’s skin, leaving a mark that would surely turn into a bruise.

This sensation mixed with Swiss’ thrusts once again pushed Aurora to the climax she had been chasing all night.

"You're mine, Aurora," he whispered against her skin, "And I'm going to claim you. No one else in the fucking ministry will be able to have you. You are mine.”

His thrusts became harder, faster, and deeper as he took Aurora to the edge of orgasm once again, this time with the intention of letting her cum.

"C-Cuming!" she slurred as her muscles began to contract and twitch; stars blotting her vision. Aurora’s toes curled as she finally hit that orgasm she had been begging for this whole night; an unearthly screech leaving her lips.

Aurora’s legs wrapped around Swiss' waist, trapping him inside of her as she came. The multi-Ghoulette’s pussy clenched all over Swiss' cock, squeezing pleasurably as she came all over his dick.

Swiss groaned as he felt Aurora’s tight pussy clenching around his cock, her orgasm sending shockwaves through the duo.

"That's it, baby," he purred, his hips bucking against hers as he found his own release.

Swiss buried his cock to the hilt inside her, filling her up completely as he came, his hot seed shooting deep inside her womb.

He collapsed on top of Aurora, his chest heaving as he caught his breath.

"You're addicted to my cock, aren't you?" He asked, smirking down at you.

"Heh," Aurora breathily laughed while leaning into Swiss as he collapsed on top of her; her hands still tied up so she couldn't fully embrace him, "You wish, Swiss. I've only had your cock once-- how am I to know if I'm addicted or not?"

"Oh, you'll know," Swiss chuckled, rolling off of Aurora and untying her wrists.

She winced slightly as the belt come off her wrists; a small amount of bruising and burning left on her arms from the straining due to Swiss’ thrusts.

He pulled out of Aurora, his cock twitching as it left her pussy. A long strand of his cum hung from her pussy lips, dripping onto the floor.

"Now, clean me up," he ordered, pointing to the mess on his dick.

The multi-Ghoulette looked at him with a mix of lust and defiance, knowing what he wanted. She got off the counter and crawled over to him, her naked body glistening with sweat and cum.

"Get on your knees," he commanded, his voice stern.

Aurora immediately dropped to her knees in front of the Ghoul, her tail lashing from excitement. She gripped at his jeans for balance support, which were soaked around the zipper line due to her cum.

Using her left hand, Aurora grabbed Swiss' shaft and pumped it softly before placing it inside of her mouth. She teasingly licked it from the base all the way to the tip, tasting tinges of herself on his cock.

Swiss groaned as he felt her warm, wet mouth engulfing his cock.

"That's it, baby," he whispered, running his fingers through her hair. "Now, make me feel good."

He placed a hand on the back of Aurora’s head, guiding her movements as she took him deeper into her mouth. His hips began to buck again, fucking her face.

"You're such a good little slut," Swiss purred.

Aurora’s throat squelched as Swiss' dick pistoned through her mouth. Tears pricked her eyes from the pressure his dick inflicted on her throat; the occasional gag leaving her lips. The Ghoulette moaned across his length as Swiss began to face-fuck her; wetness pooling at her abused cunt once more.

"That's it, Aurora," Swiss whispered, his voice hoarse. "Take it all."

He reached down and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back slightly so he could look into your eyes. His gaze was intense, possessive.

Aurora coughed a little bit as Swiss pulled her mouth off his cock, saliva dribbling down her lips as she inhaled deeply.

"You belong to me now," he growled, his hips slamming back into her face, taking Aurora by surprise.

The Ghoulette’s body trembled with the onslaught of sensations as he continued to thrust his cock in and out of her throat, leaving no part of it untouched.

"Say it," the Ghoul demanded. "Tell me you belong to me."

Aurora felt her resistance crumble under his gaze. "I... belong to you," she managed to choke out between gags as Swiss pulled his dick from her mouth one more time.

"That's a good girl," he purred, his hips slowing down as he reached climax.

He pulled out of her mouth, his cock glistening with her saliva and cum. Without saying a word, ropes of cum erupted from Swiss’ dick, coating Aurora’s face with his seed.

Aurora immediately stuck her tongue out and attempted to catch the cum as it covered her face. Swiss couldn’t help but moan as he saw the sight in front of him.

The Ghoul collapsed on the ground beside Aurora and pulled her into his chest. He laid a few soft kisses to her cheeks, forehead, and lips; a purr vibrating from his chest.

“You were so good for me, baby,” he whispered encouragingly while pushing some pieces of hair behind Aurora’s ears, “So, so good.”

Aurora struggled to catch her breath, but when she did, she softly placed her lips upon Swiss’; her eyes fluttering shut.

“I’m going to tease you more often on stage if it means we can do that more often,” she whispered while rubbing her thumbs across the Ghoul’s cheeks.

The purr increased in Swiss’ chest; his tail swaying in happiness.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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[hugsandchaos]

Okay these two are just suggestions, but could we get a sequel to that Uzi, V, and J tickle fight? Like the three wreck the goofball, but the tables turn on them due to his strength?

And can we get a sequel to the tickle vines fic w/ Uzi and Doll? (We already have the prequel thanks to ✨moi✨, this could turn into a trilogy! >:D)

Again, just suggestions, you don’t have to do them :)

Of course! I’m finally done with the first one, and I’m so sorry it took me this long! I hope you still like it!

N glided around a building and gave his wings another flap to push himself higher and faster through the air. He scanned the mapped out buildings from higher and searched ahead for the long abandoned and wrecked hotel that indicated that he was near the park. Once he found it, he’d fly past it and turn slightly to the right, then continue looking for his old pod. As he continued his easy, smooth glide, N couldn’t help but mentally scold himself for his own thought process earlier before he took off. The first thought he had when he woke up a few minutes after sunset was basically him being happy that he had gotten some uninterrupted sleep for the first time in a while.

He felt a little guilty after realizing that the reason he had gotten that sleep was because he had set up a “playtime session”, as some call it, between his best friend and his friends-slash-coworkers in hopes of them getting along and left them at his old pod. N scolded himself in his mind, telling himself that he should have never thought of the fact that his friends weren’t there as a good thing. Especially when something could’ve gone wrong while he was sleeping and they might’ve actually fought the whole time. As he weaved through the city, he soon spotted the old hotel through the other tall buildings, which had a couple floors crumbled and walls slanted against the other, threatening at any minute to break and topple over. N gave his wings another flap and propelled himself over the wreckage of the building, then tucked his wings in ever so slightly to dip down towards the planet.

N gained speed quickly, but not as quickly as he would if he folded his wings in completely. He continued his descent for a few seconds before stretching them out again and flapping to transition from a head-first fall to a fast glide. He tilted his body to lean a little to the right and briefly pulled the outer edge of his right wing in to position himself to face the far right corner of the park, where his old pod had crashed. Freshly fallen snow from earlier was knocked off of long dead trees and signs as N flew over them. Given his speed, it didn’t take long to cross over the park and find his old pod. When he decided he was close enough, he turned his body to put his legs under him and tucked his wings into their hatches. N allowed gravity to do its job and landed on his feet with no problem. The impact hardly fazed him, it just let him know he had landed correctly. Looking up at the old pod that he landed in, he immediately noticed that something was off.

His friends had the light on when he brought them there and then left. Looking at the windows, he could see pretty clearly that they were off. N glanced down at the entrance a few meters away from him. There were footprints running around the pod, but they easily circled back inside, as if they had run around it for some reason. Did something bad happen? N opened his mouth, letting that creepy smile take hold of his face, and inhaled. He couldn’t smell any oil coming from inside, so that meant no injuries or anything. Nothing seemed to actually be wrong, but why were the lights off? He closed his mouth and decided to head inside to investigate, moving slowly and quietly just incase.

N moved across the snow silently. No crunch of ice or snow under his feet were heard, thanks to his training making silent movement almost a habit of his. He slowly climbed the slanted platform up to the entrance and grabbed onto the cold door handle. The ice that had formed from the lack of warm contact was already beginning to melt against his hand, but he didn’t care about his hand getting a little wet. He waited a few more seconds, listening for anything coming from inside, but he couldn’t hear much aside from the heaters obviously working. N quickly swung the door open and stepped inside. He couldn’t see V, J, or Uzi, which added to his growing fear that they had been attacked by something. Or rather, someone. His eyes scanned over the room in front of him again as he stepped further inside. Once N passed through the door completely, it suddenly slammed shut behind him. He swiftly turned around and was about to change his hands to claws, expecting the worst, but someone he didn’t notice before tackled him from behind and pinned him down before he could fully turn around. The lights were turned on as he fell down.

“I got him!” V said triumphantly. N looked up to see Uzi standing by the light switch and grinning. It was that grin she had whenever she was about to do something she probably shouldn’t, something mischievous, and it was aimed at him. N pulled his arms in front of him and was about to get up and question what was happening, but Uzi quickly knelt down and grabbed both his arms. The pressure and grip she had on his wrists were no doubt pointing to the increasing chance that something was about to happen.”I got his arms!” Uzi declared. He noticed J behind and above Uzi, using her arms and legs to keep herself suspended above the door. She let go and landed with a light thud.”Good. He’s pretty strong, so be careful while you keep him down.” She instructed as she walked past them. N wasn’t as anxious anymore, but he was definitely still a little nervous and confused. V was still on his back, probably to try to weigh him down, and her arms were stuck underneath him since Uzi kept his arm outstretched and was trying to prevent him from getting up. The burning question was finally answered when he felt V’s fingers scrunch up against his sides.

N’s eyes widened and he instinctively bit his lip from the inside to keep himself from making a sound and also focused on not letting his tail wag. V relaxed and scrunched up her fingers again and N couldn’t help but smile as she slowly continued. He lightly tugged on his arms, but Uzi kept him there and refused to let go. He lowered his head and began snickering as the tickling continued.”Aw, you’re not going to laugh?” V asked, faking disappointment. N shook his head and kept trying to keep his mouth shut, lightly kicking his legs. He heard J from behind him, back where his legs were.”I’ll help.” She said. N quickly tried to pull his legs closer to himself so she hopefully couldn’t grab them, but he already felt her tail wrap around his legs and hold them together. She began scratching underneath his knees, which combined with his other friend already going at his sides, finally got him to start laughing.”Pfft- hehehehehe... hahahahahahaha!”

“Now we’re getting somewhere!” Uzi said. N didn’t really put up much of a fight, half because he was worried about accidentally hitting them if he yanked out of their grip, and half because he was enjoying himself a little. He probably wouldn’t admit it out loud, though, since he was a little embarrassed about it. V began to work one of her hands towards his belly, but couldn’t reach it.”Can we roll him over? I can’t reach his belly.” V asked. Almost in unison, they moved. Uzi moved to the left of N while keeping her grip on his arms, adjusting her hands to keep it. V got off his back and knelt next to him. She placed her hands against his left side and began to gently push him. J followed their lead and kept her tail wrapped around his legs, loosening her grip until he was pushed onto his back and then tightening her grip back to before. This time, she forced his legs closer to himself so he’d have to move his legs to an upside down V position.”Wahahait, I don’t know what’s going on, but— Wahahahahait!!” N fell back into laughter when V and J both continued tickle him. V was now using one hand to scribble over his belly and the other to lightly squeeze and poke at one of his sides.”Hahahahahaha!! Hahahahahahahahaha!! Whahahat’s gohoing ohohohon?! Hahahaha!!” N asked through his laughter.

J continued scratching under his knees, which made him lightly tug on his legs out of reflex. J’s tail kept him in place. Uzi moved a little closer and hooked one of her arms so she could hold both of his arms with one of her own. She then used her free hand to reach down and lightly scratch at one of his underarms. N’s laughter grew louder, and if they asked, he’d probably deny his tail beginning to wag.”We had a little “fight” while you were gone and decided we’d wreck you when you get back.” Uzi explained with a mischievous grin.

Only a short while later, the three of them seemed to be getting a little bored while N cackled and laughed on the floor.“You know, I’m getting a little hungry. I want some ribs” V said. N wanted to whisper “oh no” hearing that. She’s done this before and he knew what was coming. V changed her hands to claws and began to gently pressed them against his ribcage, making his laughter grow a bit in volume.”Wahahait, not thehehehehe clahahahaws! Hehehey! IhIhI’m nohot food!” N cackled. He couldn’t help but try again to lightly tug at his arms and legs, but Uzi and J still kept him in place.”No talking, I’m trying to enjoy my meal.” V said. N shook his head at her response, still denying him being a meal.”Hahahahahaha!! Hahahahahahahaha!! Hahahaha!! Thihihis isn’t fahahahair!! IhIt’s three ahagainst one!! Hahahahaha!!” He said. J turned to him and V.

“Hey, should we let Uzi have a turn?” She asked. Uzi perked up a bit and her smile grew instantly.”Yes!” She agreed quickly. She was pretty eager to have a turn. V soon nodded in agreement.”Sure, but we should probably be quick to switch.” She said. Even though it wasn’t directed at her, J stopped scratching under N’s knees and tightened her grip just a little bit more with both of her arms. As fast as they could, V and Uzi switched places and V grabbed onto his arms. Uzi was a bit slower to get to her spot and lifted her hands and wiggled her fingers. N smiled from nervousness and anticipation as she moved closer. V and J both silently approved of her approach and waited. N let out a small laugh purely out of anticipation and his tail flicked.”Why are you laughing? I haven’t even touched you yet.” Uzi teased. N didn’t give her much of a reaction. Uzi moved ever so slowly closer, then suddenly began digging into his underarms. N burst out laughing again and his tail began wagging again.”Ahahahahahaha!! Hahahahahahaha!! Hahahahaha!! Hahahahahaha!!” N tugged on his arms out of reflex, but V kept his arms up and prevented him from protecting himself. The fact that he couldn’t always made it tickle a bit more. He tried leaning to one side, but Uzi focused on that side of him and he leaned the opposite way to move away.

As he cackled and occasionally tried to roll away, but kept failing, Uzi realized that they were missing something. Something from earlier. Slowly, she stopped tickling his underarms, but her grin didn’t fade. That made N nervous again.“I know what we need.” Uzi said. Before anyone asked, she lowered herself to place her face very close to his belly. J and V immediately grinned and N’s nervous smile grew wider as he realized what she was going to do. He tried to pull on his legs and arms and move away, but his friends managed to keep him from doing that.“Wait, wait, wait, wait, waAAAAAIIIIEEEHEHEHEHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! UHUHUHUZIHIHIHI, WAHAHAIT!!!” N pulled and tugged on his limbs out of reflex, yanking his friends a bit and resulting in their grip becoming looser. His tail hitting the floor lightly as it wagged. Uzi took in another breath and blew again.

This time, J and V lost their grip on him as he trashed around. He stomped and kicked his legs against the floor and he pulled his arms down to lightly push Uzi off of him. Those quick few seconds of freedom was all he needed to scramble onto his hands and feet and leap over Uzi as J and V tried and failed to grab him again. His tail wrapped around Uzi and lifted her as he rushed outside. J and V chased after him, but they were a little too slow, and he managed to run outside and use his wings to get himself off the ground.”Alright, it’s my turn now!” N said. He was safe in the air as they couldn’t fly, and now that he had one of them, his revenge could begin. Uzi’s eyes widened and she began to wiggle around to try to escape his grip, but he moved his tail to hold her in front of him and reached out to start tickling her belly. Almost immediately, she burst out into laughter and tried to push his hands off.”Hehehehey!! Knohohohohohock ihihit ohohohohoff!! Hahahahahahahaha!! Hahahahaha!!” She said.

“Hmm.... Nope! This is more fun.” N said. He continued to tickle her while his tail kept a good enough grip not to drop her, but not tight enough to make her uncomfortable. Uzi continued laughing while N switched between spidering his fingers and lightly squeezing her to make her squeak. She blushed a little from embarrassment and used one hand to try to hide the small purple blush lines while using the other to push his hands away. It didn’t work and N continued the playful assault. He glanced down below and saw that J and V were gone, but as his scanners zoomed in, their footprints revealed where they went. A mischievous grin made its way onto N’s face as an idea entered his mind. This was going to be fun.

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N kept his gaze on the footprints on the ground up ahead as he glided over them. The constant howling winds made it easier for him to move silently through the air, and he was grateful for that. It just made this game of hide and seek all the more fun. As he came up to an old lamppost, he reached out for it and grabbed on. N pulled himself up with ease and was about to leap off of it to continue, but then he noticed something in the tracks that continued ahead. The ones he had been following were empty, but the ones up ahead had pieces of broken metal or were made by well-aimed snowballs. One of them had tried to throw him off.

Glancing down at the ones immediately below, he noticed a disturbance in the snow near the frozen car wreck. One that was caused by kicking. N moved slowly and used his tail to wrap around the lamppost, ready to tighten his grip and catch himself as he crawled towards the pole and began climbing down headfirst. He stopped midway down and loosened his grip on the pole while bending his legs even more like a spring. Then, he released his grip completely and leapt off the side of the pole, landing on one of the cars with enough force for some of the ice to crack. There was a quiet gasp from inside. Just as N had hoped. He jumped down and reached in the door, just barely grabbing V’s legs. He managed to grab one, and then the other when she tried to kick free from him. He hooked both of them under one of his arms as V began to panic. He turned his back to the door, preventing her from seeing when he’d start, and leaned against the car.”No, no, no! Let gohohohoho!! Nohohohohohot thehe feheheet, pleheheahase!! Hahahahaha!! Hahahahahahaha!! Hahahahahahahahaha!!” She tried to pull herself away by grabbing onto the opposite door, but N kept her in place. He lightly scratched at the bottom of her legs, which weren’t exactly the same as worker drones’, but still fairly sensitive.

He continued to tickle that spot for a good few minutes until she said something through her laughter.”Hahahaha!! Hahahahahahaha!! Hahahahahahaha!! Hahahahaha!! IhIhIhIhI’ll tehehell you whehehere J ihihihis!!” V said. N paused, but still kept her legs in his grip. He turned his head around and gave V an expectant look. Once she caught her breath enough, she pointed outside.”She went into that building.” She said. N turned to look at the building on the other side of the road. It was an old school, which meant not too many places to hide and a lot of open space. He thought about it for a few seconds, then smiled and lightly stroked one of V’s feet, making her giggle a bit.”Thank you, but I’m not done with you just yet.” He said. Without anymore hesitation, he continued tickling her.”Hahahahaha!! Wahahahahait!! Nohohohot fahahahair!! Hahahahahahahaha!! Hahahahahahahahaha!!”

~~~~~~~~~~~

J looked out into the nearly vacant, frozen gym room from under the bleachers and waited patiently for N to show up at any time. She had crawled under there because there was a vent right beside her that she could escape into if he came too close to her hiding spot. So far, for the last hour and a half, he hasn’t shown up. She wanted to go outside and search the school, see if it was finally safe to go back, but she knew better. N wouldn’t give up so easily. When it came to getting a task done, time was only relevant if there was a deadline in his eyes. In a game like this, he’d only give up if he had to, and the sun had only gone down so most three hours ago. He had another eleven to find her before sunrise. J had a few blankets she snatched from one of the many emergency supplies cabinets throughout the store, so she’d just have to stay hidden until then.

As she continued to scan left and right from her corner, she suddenly heard something that made her engines stop. A vent closing. J swiftly turned around and saw N standing there. He smiled and waisted no more time grabbing her and lifting her a few inches off the ground in what would be a rare, but normal hug if he wasn’t tickling her at the same time.”Hahahahaha! Puhuhuhuhut mehehehe dohown! Stohohohohop tihicklihihihing mehehehehe!” She said. N just smiled innocently. J tried to pry his arms off and use her legs to push against him, but he didn’t let go and kept up the assault.”Hahahahahahaha! Yohohohouhuhu’re in sohohoho muhuch trohohohouhuhuble!” She threatened. Usually, N would take it seriously, probably a little too seriously, and let go. When she first said that, he didn’t come near her for the rest of the night, but now he didn’t. He was going to get his revenge on her, and he knew that she wasn’t actually going to hurt him, so he continued as if she hadn’t said anything. Plus, none of what she said sounded like their safe word.”N! Hahahahahahahaha! Hahahahaha! Hahahahahaha!”

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Flufftober Day 3: "You love me?" "I always have." ~ Papa Emeritus IV/OC [2,733 words]

My Flufftober '23 masterpost can be found here 💜✨

Anyway, this one exemplifies "idiots in love", my first foray into writing Ghost!fic, I hope you enjoy.

As the abbey’s resident librarian, it was decidedly rare that Sister Keira had to deal with an emergency. Not the sort that had a ghoul dragging her from her bed in the wee small hours, anyway. The beautiful thing about books was that they tended to keep – so long as they weren’t stored in a decidedly idiotic manner, which she would never allow. Her ardent defence of the abbey’s books and the manner in which they were kept did not help the jokes of her being a waking stereotype, even if the higher ups had begun it by putting their resident Brit in charge of them in the first place. All of this meant that when she was dragged from her bed at two in the morning by a ghoul pounding at her door, she really had no idea what to make of it.

Nor when the ghoul offered a pointy grin and spoke. “Papa desires your presence in the library – urgently.”

When she’d gone to bed only a handful of hours ago, he’d been on tour still. What could have happened so soon after his returning that the library was his first port of call, and not the dining hall, or his bed?

By the time she got to the library, she was wearing yesterday’s crumpled clothes, plucked from her bedroom floor, and her hair looked like it had fallen victim to some artist with a flair for the abstract. But aesthetics weren’t priority in an emergency. Not that she’d ever let Terzo hear her admit that.

Making it to the library to find that nothing was on fire, nor flooded, was a boon – and when she saw Papa Emeritus IV slouched back in the her desk chair, she found herself even happier. By the looks of it, they’d finished up their last ritual and then high-tailed it back here immediately thereafter. His paint was smudged, and he wore his black stage trousers, along with the black poet shirt he often wore beneath the rest of the gear.

How long had this tour gone on for? A fair few months, she knew not how many, but she’d felt his absence keenly all the same. It was surprising, how often his business brought him here, but not unwelcome.

He’d appeared on the verge of falling asleep when she strode in, but straightened and then stood as she entered. Had the chair not been on wheels, he’d have knocked it over in the process. As it was, it rolled back and banged into the bookshelf behind him. Neither of them paid it much mind.

“Papa,” she greeted, breathless from the jog here. “Welcome back.”

Making a faltering sort of wordless noise in the back of his throat, he blinked as he took in her appearance.

“I woke you,” he said.

“They said it was an emergency.”

“I…er…you are usually up at this hour, I thought…”

Of course he would think that – because when he was here, she often was. Not because she was a night owl, as she usually professed when he asked, but because he was, and she was usually reluctant to call it a night if it meant giving up whatever time they could get together one on one.

“I decided to get an early night,” she lied sheepishly.

“Ah…I see…” he nodded slowly, not quite looking at her.

Things hadn’t always been this awkward between them. In fact, things had never been this awkward between them up until very recently. And she had no idea why. It wasn’t just the return from tour – because there was always bound to be a bit of unsurety as they recalled how to be around one another again – because this strange change spanned before he had left. In fact, she’d almost been relieved that he had, because she had no idea what she’d done wrong. No idea what had happened for teasing and jokes and smiles to turn into awkward silences, a refusal to meet her gaze, and one word answers to her attempts at conversation pretty much entirely overnight.

Perhaps her upset over the new way of things showed on her face, for met her gaze and then coughed and looked away quickly, slowly sitting back down again as he spoke.

“Well, the ghoul misspoke – it’s not an emergency, it can wait. I just thought that if you were awake, your expertise could-”

“I’m awake now,” she said with her own affected brightness, folding and then unfolding her arms. “What is it?”

“Sister Monica has had another vision.”

Ah.

“Let me guess – it hit her right as she was on her way to attend to her duties in the gardens in bad weather?”

Papa chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “I think you must have a touch of foresight yourself, Sister."

He never used to call her that, either. While English was hardly something that he struggled with, he’d never quite got the knack of pronouncing her name properly – but that had never stopped him from using it. Eventually, Keira decided that she found it charming, and stopped attempting to slip the proper way of saying it into casual conversation. One could only refer to oneself in third person so many times before one seemed unhinged. Although that was considered a good thing around here, mostly.

“All the same, the time we don’t bother to look for matching information in the archives will, knowing my luck, be the time we miss something real,” Papa snorted. “So…here we are.”

“What are we looking for references to this time?” she smoothed her hands over her skirt, ready to go.

“Caves,” he sighed. “Pink caves.”

“Not the sort found in Terzo’s copy of the Karma Sutra, I’m guessing,” she said drily.

The one he kept here as an act of charity, so any who may need inspiration could access it easily. It would be easier to laugh at his goal had it not proven useful to a fair number of those who frequented the library.

That, thank the devil, broke whatever strange and inexplicable ice had grown over their interactions. Papa coughed, there was a second where her words fully registered, and then he laughed, smoothing a hand over his hair as he did. It had grown longer, she noted, while he was gone. She rather liked it.

“No, er…well, I don’t believe so. It would make for more entertaining research, though, eh?”

The joke was weak, but when she laughed at it silence fell again and she realised the brief moment of levity was over. Smoothing her hands over her skirt, she went into research mode. That provided some comfort, at least.

“Well, there are some in Australia. They call them the Cotton Candy Caves – the Munmorah Sea Caves, if we’re being less twee about it. But I don’t see how they’re relevant. None of the texts mention them.”

“I thought that the Maleficarum – the one from sixteen-sixty-six, the er…the fourth edition?” as he spoke, he gestured in roundabout circles with his hand as though that would help him remember. “I thought that mentioned Australia.”

“That’s the third edition, Papa,” she corrected gently. “And it does – but only to discuss the Devil’s Pool, which is in Queensland.”

 “You always know something about everything,” he mused quietly, “è una delle tante cose che amo di te…well, I don’t know where we might begin then.”

At first, Keira was certain she’d misheard. But she gave the words a moment to sink in, translating them in her mind over and over again, staring at the top of Papa’s head as he regarded the book before him. When she did not move, and continued to stare, he looked up…and looked very much like the kid with his hand in the biscuit tin.

“What did you just say?” she asked quietly.

“Er…that you, ah…always know something about everything,” he said.

“After that.”

“I just repeated the same thing in Italian.”

“No you didn’t, you said something completely different.”

“You speak Italian now, Sister?” he chuckled as though she was being absurd.

“I’ve been taking classes.”

And he looked really caught then.

“Why?”

“To…to help with the translations of many of the texts here,” she said.

Papa looked sceptical at that, and she couldn’t blame him. Because it was bullshit. As if she couldn’t find another to translate them far more accurately than she could in any given room in the abbey – a native speaker. If that were the case, anyway, she’d be better off learning Latin. He would know that. He did know that, based on how his eyes remained fixed on her. The white one in particular felt like it saw all.

“…and…” she began slowly, “…for the same reason this is the first time you’re seeing me with chipped nail polish, or with messy hair, or…or…with my shirt wrongly buttoned.”

She hadn’t noticed that last bit until she was highlighting it. But her point still stood. Whenever Papa left with the ghouls, she no longer found herself quite so motivated to be so meticulous with her appearance. All right, it wasn’t like she turned up in sweatpants when he was gone, but there was a definite slacking of standards. If questioned on it, she would just say the usual effort was out of deference for Papa Emeritus IV. Not anything to do with wanting to catch the eye of Copia.

None ever did ask…but there were an uncomfortable number of knowing looks.   

“I…I do not understand, Sister,” he breathed a laugh.

“Nor do I, because…because it sounds like you just said that you love me, but you can’t, because you’ve barely said a word to me in months.”

For a moment, he seemed amazed that she would even point such a thing out – and she wouldn’t have, ordinarily. Because he wasn’t just Copia anymore, he hadn’t been just Copia for a long time. He was Papa Emeritus IV, he bore a burden and a responsibility greater than she could ever imagine. What sort of nutter would she be if she stamped her feet over not being a priority amidst all of that?

“I’ve been on tour,” he said.

A response that sounded weak, for however valid it would have usually been.

“You didn’t text, you didn’t call, you didn’t…you didn’t email,” she pointed out. “You used to…you used to. Once. I don’t understand why…You didn’t even come to say goodbye!”

Hell, he’d written letters once. There had even been a handful of very cheesy postcards that now lived in a locked box on a shelf in her wardrobe. And Copia? Copia was staring at her, lips parted, like she’d just started speaking not in English, not in Italian, and not even in Latin, but some secret fourth belligerent tongue not yet known to man nor ghoul.

“I didn’t just say anything you did not already know,” he chuckled tiredly. “Forgive me, had I known you would understand, I would have said nothing. I know it makes you uncomfortable.”

“What does?”

“You’re being very cruel, Keira,” he said flatly, “and I don’t deserve it.”

He was pronouncing her name correctly now, but it left her even more at a loss for words.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about! How could I have known that you…that you…”

She couldn’t even say it, because she wasn’t entirely certain she hadn’t misunderstood. Because he was talking about it like it was some great horrendous problem to be swept under the rug, and not something she’d been daydreaming about for far longer than she’d ever admit.

“I told you,” impatience was creeping into his tone, fuelled by months upon months of touring. “A week before I left.”

“You most certainly did not!”

“I did! You were sitting right over there,” he gestured to the table in the far corner, the one she sat at on the few occasions that he took his meetings in the library, rather than in his office. “I…I confessed, and you pretended I had not said a word. Other than to look up and ask if I would like you to fetch me lunch while you took your break.”

That sparked a memory. Not the confession part, but the lunch part. It had been the last time he’d taken his meeting here, and she’d looked up to find him staring at her. Really staring. When he offered no explanation, when he did not break the silence, she’d asked that as a way of breaking the awkwardness.

After tapping the AirPod in her ear so that she’d be able to hear his answer.

“Papa,” she breathed, leaning against the nearest table if only because it allowed her to trust that she wouldn’t topple over. “I don’t suppose you know that when you take your meetings in here, I listen to music so as to give you privacy?”

He gaped at her – like he couldn’t quite decide whether or not to believe her.

“I didn’t see a wire,” he protested.

Keira sighed heavily, unsure as to whether she wanted to laugh, cry, or just plain die. Approaching the desk, she was warmed at least to find that he didn’t go reeling back to as not to be within six feet of her – as had been his habit since his attitude changed to her. For a reason she was now finally aware of.

Sliding open the top drawer to her desk, she took out the case containing her Bluetooth earphones, opened it, and plucked them out. Copia watched the whole process with a face that gradually slackened. When she turned to look at him, he breathed a weak laugh.

“The things they can do these days.”

“I didn’t know,” she dropped the earphones and the case down to the desk unceremoniously.

“I…was hardly subtle.”

“Neither was I!”

“I called you cara more than I ever called you by your name,” humour crept into his voice now.

Keira stared at him in dismay. “I thought you just couldn’t pronounce my name. I thought you were saying Keira.”

 She shouldn’t have admitted it. It was just too stupid. It showed a level of selective blindness that none other could ever achieve. But Copia found it funny. He breathed a shocked laugh, and then it turned into proper mirth, painted lips stretching into a grin as he leaned forward, all but wheezing.

“You thought I couldn’t pronounce Keira?”

“It made sense at the time!”

She was protesting, and she was mortified, but above all of that she was relieved. That he was smiling. That he was looking at her. That the awkwardness that had held them hostage even while he was across the world was so quickly evaporating.

“I sing in English. For hours. Every night.”

“Well when you put it like that…”

“My sermons, cara. All in English!”

“It confused me, too! I didn’t want to be rude by asking! I…I thought it was sweet…”

The nay-sayers could say what they liked about Copia – about how he was a little awkward, and perhaps didn’t ooze confidence the same way Terzo did, but they didn’t understand. Primarily, the fact that was lost on them was how he was only awkward (which in itself was endearing to Keira) when he thought he had cause to be. When he didn’t, though? When he was before a crowd of screaming worshippers who had paid to be in his presence for a night? Or when he was standing before a woman who had just very exasperatedly confessed her love for him? There was little bumbling then.

Keira remained where she was, rooted to the spot as he rose and stepped forward, eventually backing her up until the desk pressed against her backside.

“You love me?” she asked again.

He breathed a laugh – like she’d just asked him whether the sky was blue.

“I always have.”

The sound Keira made in response to that was caught between a senseless murmur along with a sigh – and very, very involuntary. Staring up at him with wide eyes, she watched as his own gaze flickered from hers, to her lips, and then back up again.

“And…if you had heard me…back then…your answer would have been different?” he hazarded, his eyes flickering down to her lips and then back up to her eyes.

“I’m not thinking of getting you lunch right now, no,” she replied breathlessly.

Copia chuckled. And then he kissed her.

Links: AO3 -- FF.net -- flufftober masterpost -- dividers by cafekitsune

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