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iplayghoul · 5 months

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wet pussy crybaby .ᐟ simon 'ghost' riley

a/n: 2.1k words.. gun play/gun kink, masterbation descriptions, nudes, use of food for sexual innuendos, simon is a bit mean & strict, use of "doll" "sir" "daddy." an excerpt of da roleplay fic which may remain unfinished sorry yall 🫶🏽

"Please, Simon, c'mon," You beg sweetly as the man mentioned cooks you dinner. You're bouncing on the balls of your feet, anklet jingling and glossy lips pouted. It was actually out of character for you to beg despite the kind and lovely person you were, but you really wanted this. Your strong, buff husband continued to make the creamy alfredo sauce, "Sweetheart, we spoke about this. Not gonna' happen." His rumbly accented voice tells you.

When Simon's not on deployment, you both like to spend your days wasting away in the comfort of your cozy home.

The shared space was like a pleasantly sized cottage, garden overun with an array of several differently coloured rose bushes, a gorgeous pond and vegetables planted out; many were gifted by Simon's co-workers who knew you loved gardening. The inside of the home reflects the softness and brightness of the outside too! Often you'd be baking sweet treats: cakes, double chocolate chip muffins, churros and rice crispy edibles (sometimes, even brownies!). Watching cartoons, old movies, decorating with soft pinks, greys and browns, to your delight. The entire home looked like an explosion of marshmallows and chocolate; evidently an outward reflection of you that Simon enjoyed.

But, when the big, strooong man comes home, he's often marching through your garden: rushed. He's clad in all black and dark army greens, balaclava snug above his nose, brows furrowed and eye-paint still darkening his complexion. You're quite sure he remains suited up because he knows you like it, considering that he could always change before! It's a sight to see surely, and you can't help but remember that this is the same man who watches the little videos you make and the photos you send.

You imagine him clad in his bulky gear, sitting behind his desk. Just back from a mission and receiving word that you'd supplied him with a letter. Among the words you take the time to write out each letter of a couple links, not too sure how else your man will access them. Simon's heart beats like the bass of an R&B song, with every click clack of his keyboard. Typically, on his screen will pop up a video of you: pretty puffy pussy spread wide and leaking. Your fingers achingly stuffing your cunt desperately, sloppily stroking in and out while seeping cries of his name. Your voice was thick and creamy, satisfying to his ears much like the endless stream pouring out your pussy like silk.

Ghost. It's what you've been calling him in the videos you send while he's away. And each time you say it, he can't help but stare at your clit, your cunt like a juicy chocolate covered strawberry dipped in whipped cream; each chant of 'Ghost, Ghost, Gh- ah Ghost!' was the quicker you played with the soft sensitive mound at the tippy top of your pussy.

Considering this, it was no surprise to Simon when you'd asked him to get all his gear on and fuck you with his fat dumb dick. But, he enjoys depriving you of what you'd like, waiting for you to become impatient like you are now. You'd deflated. "C'mon Si', pleaaase?" You drift from around the edge of the kitchen island to wrap your arms around his waist. He drags you like light weight behind him as he pours the pasta into the pan, finishing up dinner and continues to ignore your request. "Please, please, please," you beg once more, pushing your pout out as much as you could and batting your eyelashes up at the man as he turns to face you beneath your grip, leaving your chin propped against his pecs.

He draws a hand behind your head, slipping his hands into the roots of your braids and tugging lightly to keep your eyes on him. "You're such a doll, you know that?" He lets out a chuckle. You nodded but huffed. He was always so... mean n' proper n' teasing! "Simon Riley, answer me right the fuck now." You blinked up at him, and he only purses his lips with a soft smile before releasing your hair and removing your arms off him. "Why don't you be a patient little thing, hm?" He rubs his hands on your hips, moving to grab your plates to serve dinner. "Wait 'till you've stuffed your stomach full. Okay love?" You squint a little, "Know I'mma hold you to that, right?" And he nods.

Dinner goes by silently. And you're beginning to think you're going insane. The reason being, your clit is fattened and pulsing in your panties. Your relatively good mood is being slightly dampered and the pout returned to your lips due to the ache. Your panties uncomfortably stuck between the lips of your pussy! And with each bite of the ooey gooey pasta, you're attracted to the way it slithers and slides between your lips. You can only imagine it as Simon shooting sticky strings of his cum onto your pussy. It's soft n' mushy on your tongue and oh, you think you should suck Simon's cock good just for making this yummy meal. Does your pussy feel this warm n' sloppy n' slippery on Simon's cock? You ache. "You alright, gorgeous?" He queries, gathering up his dish along with yours and taking them to the sink for washing, you get up quick and follow him. "Lemme wash it up, baby. You done did all the cookin'."

Simon observes you curiously, noticing the way that, despite your busy body cleaning up his marvelous work: your thighs were pressed together tight. Folding his arms, he leans back on the counter behind you before his deep voice sparks you out of your dream world when you finished up the dishes. "Alright mama, how about you head upstairs and wait for me while I get changed, hm?" You stop and stare— Do you focus on his orders, or the way that familiar petname sounded in his accent? Then, shuffling towards him, hopeful. "Wait–? Don't play w'me right now. You're gonna do it?" Eyes blown wide like Bambi as you peered up at your husband who remained stoic. "Ass up. Face in the pillows, understood?" You swallowed the cherry-like lump in your throat, tummy tingling while you struggled to find the words to respond. Simon pushes himself off the counter, straightening his height above you, his hazy eyes hold a thousand words. "I said, is that understood?" What feels like sparkles prick about your body and you whisper out, "Yea- Yes, Sir." Then, quickly finding yourself where Simon wanted you.

With long, honey blonde braids splayed across the pillows, your eyes were closed on inhaling Simon's refreshing scent. You're not sure how to describe it really, it was a pleasant musk he just had on him, whenever he got out of the shower, perspired, or just didn't wear deodorant: the yummy scent of him stuck to his skin. Surrounding you and Simon's pillow however, were the several Sanrio plush cushions he'd purchased for you. You enjoyed the comfort they brought to the bed and they all smelt like you, so who was Simon to complain. The more you layed there, ass arched up into the air you began to realize you should've stripped down. "No fuckin' way, man," you mumble beneath your breath and make moves to get up and strip out of your white cropped tank top and black fuzzy shorts that rode up your thighs and into your ass. Much like your pretty patterned panties.

As quickly as you got up, you stuffed yourself back into the pillows, the sound of heavy weighted, steel tipped boots bouncing off the walls and gracing your ears. Eyes screw shut and you feel your clit throb, hard. Your mind follows his footsteps as the beat against the tile floor. You lick your lips, by now every glob of peachy lip gloss was gone. You feel some objects drop onto the bed and you flinch, gripping the pillows a little and peaking an eye open. Hard hands grip the fat of your thighs, squeezing 'em tight, moving up to your shorts, then gripping onto the soft material at your hips. Simon's fingers tickle you and you're holding your breath. He pinches at the material, slowly peeling the shorts off you and you notice his hands are gloved when they brush against you.

Cold air meets the roundness of your ass. You weren't wearing a thong, but your panties exposed the majority of you. They'd stuffed themselves between your ass and suctioned itself to your sticky cunt. There wasn't a doubt in your mind that Simon couldn't see the wet patch. A gloved hand massages the fat of your ass, slightly pulling on the hem of your panties. He'd rip them off you in a swift motion. Except, the only thing that was swift was the loud crack of his palm, stinging your ass. You whisper a squeal-ish 'oh my god' when you hear the smack split the silence in the room. Eyes wide, already springing tears but you choose to withhold your sounds as much as possible. Simon was finally giving you what you wanted, you weren't about to ruin this shit.

Soon comes another smack, smack, smack on your ass. And with each one you let out a strangled moan with a sniffle; tears kissed your pretty cheeks and your ass has the darkest shade of red imprinting itself on you. Simon moves slowly, giving your pained ass a pinch. He then hooks his fingers under the hem of your panties again, sliding them off you slow. You hear a low groan come out if him as you feel him peel it away from your pussy. The sound gracing your ears almost makes you yelp. Like a starved little thing, jumping at the slightest crumb he gives you.

With your pussy exposed, you feel him shuffle off the bed, walking around a few times. Like he was observing you, then pressing back onto the bed. Then a rough hand collects your braids off the pillows. His closeness almost got a whimper out of you but you didn't dare try to look at him. Holding your braids in hand, he ties them up to a loose bun, your head jerking roughly with the manhandling. As if at once he's pulling your body up by your hair, unclothed nipples below your tank top hardened and printing out perky. Your back is uncomfortably pressed up against his uniform or... whatever equipment he was wearing. "S– Simon," You breathe out raggedly, not sure what to do with your hands given your exposed position. "Is that my name?" You hear his voice rumble deeply right above your ear, it's slightly muffled too and you don't know what to think anymore, looking up at the ceiling that seemed interesting. "Ghost, please." You mutter out, and that's when you feel it.

"What is it? Do you want dick? Is that it?" There's a long, cold metal barrel dragging up the bottom of your thigh and pushing at the fat of your ass. "Y– Yea... yes daddy, that's what I want." You can only think it's his gun thats touching you.

You hear the gun click and shut your eyes, assuming that meant it was ready to be shot when the trigger was pulled. Your cunt was cold and lonely exposed to the air. Whatever slick had built up before was almost gone, but it only left you aching for more. Then you felt the tip of the gun press to your temple. And you could see more of Simon than you did before, because now his entire, huge arm was basically in your view as he held the gun up to your head. "G- Ghost?" You can only stutter out, feeling a sob begin to grow at the bottom of your throat, and it took everything in you to resist putting your hands up to hold his arm. His tattoos, peaked through the black uniform, but your eyes were trained on the hand holding the gun above your eyes. "Don't you think you have to work for it?" He grumbles. And he moves his hand from your braids, your body drops to the bed but he's already roughing you back into the position, holding you by your neck this time. Now you can fully see the gun and your tears continue running freely.

He brings the heavy metal weapon up to your face again, tapping it against your lips like it was the tip of his dick. "I asked you a question, didn't I? Aren't'cha gonna' work for this cock?" Suddenly you're all wet again. "Yes, Ghost." You speak out slowly. "Open your mouth then." And you do, plump lips drop open, eyes remaining trained on the gun.

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rusmii · 7 months

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-DEEP-

excerpt from the hcs

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ – NOTE♡: here's a fic for the hcs from the post 'deep' except I go into more detail. forgot to include the tit milking but it's alr

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ – paring: incubus!chuuya x fem!reader

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ – tw//: NSFW, dom chuuya, service top chuuya, cunnilingous/oral (f. receiving), praising/degrading, big d chu!!, drunk sex (reader is drunk but consents), overstim, mean chuuya but he takes care of reader, spanking/slapping(on the ass), mentions of punishments/rewards, hair pulling, condom breaking, morning pills, marathon sex, pet names, cervix touching(rubbing?), womb fucking, breeding kink, mentions of ownership(of tha pussay)

"Hold still."

chuuya warns as he holds down your thighs, " 'm not gonna say it again..-" the words slur on his tongue as his lips ghost against your exposed self. you moaned as he dips his tongue between your folds, "chuu- hgnnnghh!!~", white clouds your vision as your hips tremble, your back arching off the bed. you hear the man below you make a noise of annoyance before feeling his tongue inside you once more. "chuuya!~♡" you pant out, "not yet darlin'," he mutters and squeezes your thigh a bit. tears prickled the corners of your eyes, your chest heaving heavily as you roll your eyes back from the overstimulation. it was too much; too much but you loved it. your eyes squint shut, squealing while cumming for who knows how many times. your thighs threatening to snap shut and encage chuuya's head; scratch that, you did just that.

chuuya let out a little hmph as your thighs clamped together, not that he was mad, he was enjoying himself throughly. just as he was about to scold you, call you a bad girl for disobeying his order; you suddenly let out a loud and strained moan. your juices unexpectedly spewing right onto face. your whole body went stiff, arching off the bed, thighs;hips;your whole body rocked and swayed. "atta girl." he gently pats your thigh, rubbing soothing circles against it. "I got you; I got you, I knew you could it; that's my good girl, so good, f'me." his soft whispers of praise left your mind feeling numb, you whined as you settled down from your orgasm. the post orgasm hit hard, you didn't realize how long you were holding your breath for; chuuya did take your breath away after all. you pant trying to regain oxygen again, feeling him shift a little, you let out a surprised gasped- feeling something foreign inside you.

"chu-chuuya-!"

"shh; shh, let me take care of you." he interrupts you, his fingers now working their magic. "gh-ah..~" you moaned out, now feeling yourself being stretched out. "ho-how many?" you manged through your hiccups, and chuuya looks up with a devilish grin, "give me five more." your eyes widened like saucers, no way he was making you cum this much after going into town on you like a madman. "no!" you say, trying to get out of his grasp; from the overstimulation. "yes; yes you can love, you can do it," you hear him quip from beneath you. just as you were about to protest even more, chuuya thumbs your clit in gentle circles all the while pumping his fingers in and out of you; courtesy of a fourth finger already added unbeknownst to you. you shook, crying from the overwhelming amount of pleasure and pain coursing your body. "!!!♡~" without even a peep coming out, your mouth gaped open; which looked pretty lewd to chuuya, eyes in a hex; you couldn't even process what he said next properly. "so good for me- damn." he hissed out the last part, feeling his already tight slacks straining even more. he sighs, palming himself through his jeans, his voice just loud enough for it to be audible, "you're so good for me, aren't ya' pretty?" you could only whine as a response, and he lets out a small laugh, "c'mon dolly, few more- kay?"

"no moreee!!" you cried out, your entire body thrashed, clear juices squirting onto the man's face. riding out your orgasm, you felt yourself being readjusting by him; now feeling himself in between your thighs;ass pressed against his crotch, he furrows his brows in frustration. his boner now more evident than ever. "you're doing so well love, you handled all five; a fisting." he, now hovered above your trembling figure, leaned down to kiss away your pretty tears; how priceless those tears are. in his eyes, nothing could put a price on those. "for being so good for me, does my good girl want a reward?" he gently thumbs your bottom lip, rubbing a bit of the inside, "uhhuhh.." you mumbled out, but he tsked;his annoyance more prominent on his face. he just wanted to plunge himself deep inside of you until you both break the bed, until sunrise, until you'd need an actual wheelchair because he fucked you so good you became handicapped for the next few weeks. "nuhuh- words doll." his thumb now invading the front of your mouth. you mumbled something out but he couldn't quite make it out, "words," no answer, "words." silence again, "I said words." and finally, you spoke, " 'm don' know!!" he let out a sound of annoyance. "bad girl." a slap; the left side of your ass now tingling as a warning. "I'll give you one more chance..," he leans down next to your ear, "use your words or you'll be punished instead." you cried at the pressure, feeling overwhelmed, " 'm soorrryyy!!!" you plead; anything; anything but a punishment! you wanted him to fuck you into your sheets so hard but he was denying you. you could hear him click his tongue three times, "bad girl." he says before you felt a slap strike the other side of your ass. you cry out and start to thrash around, " m' sorry!; m'sorry!!!I im sorryyyy!!!!" slap;slap;slap, "not what I asked for deary."

you hiccup, "pleassseeee!!!- gah!!!" slap, "wait!-" slap, "no! please!!!-" slap, "fuck me!!!" you scream one last time. snot running down your nose, tears wetting your entire face as you thrashed around; being pinned by the muscular man. "oh?- did this bad girl finally learn her lesson? does this bad girl deserve her reward? did she earn her reward?" his teasing questions only made you cry harder. you started thrashing around again before you felt a hand squeeze your thigh; a warning. finally relenting, you breathe in and out heavily; your eyes glistened with tears, "y-yes," hiccup, "I'm sorry. m'sorry, please fuck me- please chuuya!" you start begging, hands starting to reach for his body; he holds your hand, "atta girl," he smiles, "I knew it; I knew you could do it, see- my precious, my lovely, my pretty; could do it." he plants kisses on different areas of your face with each compliment. you whined from the sudden affection, not complaining, surprised. he notices your quietness and gives you one last big smooch on the lips. he rubs against your cunt, his jeans now getting soaked by the second, "mm, pretty baby making me all wet?" not expecting a response he moves up, giving you a moments clarity of rest; kicking off his slacks and damn near tearing his shirt off. "fuck." he mutters, "finally-" he sighs in relief, his dick springs up; red tip; about to explode. before returning to you he grabs a condom from his wallet and rips it open; puts it on his dick in a hurry. he feels his body breathing in all the cool air around you both and he places himself back in between your legs. then you feel it, his cock dragging across your folds, tip barely pushing in. pre cum leaking over. "y'know," he starts grinding slowly, "i could just get myself off here and leave you be, unsatisfied." he whispers the last part to you. you shook your head, "please- no. need you; need you, please! chuuya! pleaseplease! chuuya! pleasepleaseplease!!!"

"shhh..." he shushes you, "let me take care of you; you've been so good, so good for me." he kisses you one last time before finally pushing in. he was finally able to enjoy the main course after feasting on the appetizer, his sexual hunger only being half satisfied is now being fulfilled. "uhgnn.." he groans, his tip slowly pushing inside as his lubrication seaps inside you, oozing deeper inside your tight hole. his natural lubricant aka precum was now being smeared all over your walls by the tip of his dick. now already pushed pass the ring of muscle chuuya could feel the spasm of your pussy wrapped tight around him. a quiet moan escaped from him as he now reached your cervix. "wait thats-!" you gasped at the intense feeling. normally it was supposed to hurt. that's what everybody who ever had sex says; that it was not recommended to penetrate so deep that you hit the end. "don't worry," chuuya reassures you as he starts rubbing the tip of his dick against your cervix; your walls clenching tightly around him as you felt him grind into you. You moaned out loud, the feeling of your pussy being tore open by a big fat cock that's also somehow making the brush of your cervix really pleasurable. "Ah- hn.. ee!~ AH!~♡" little noises escaped from your mouth as your pussy was being molded for the man shoved inside you. you yelp as you felt him start pushing against your cervix, "what- what are you doing?!", he gave you a quick kiss on the lips to quiet you down, "don't worry about it, I got a magic dick." he winks at you before forcing himself inside your womb slowly, groaning as the intense clamping was weighing him down. you squealed as you came, your juices flying straight up and into chuuya's abdomen, eyes crossed eyed into a hex, whole body shaking; giving you time to breath, chuuya's dick finally reached its hilt and he moans out as he bottoms out. he panted heavily, giving your clit a quick slap before positioning himself; he thrusts inside so quick and deep that you've forgotten what you were even moping around in the bar for. "AAHNNN!!~♡" moan after moan, thrust after thrust, he was restless. after holding himself back for hours on end, he could no longer push down his sexual desires and hunger. "shit- fuucck~♡" he moans out, "pussy s'good," he moans again; skin slapping against you; balls to pussy, "feels sooo goooooddd...~♡" he slurs his words together and moans when you clench down, you on the other hand? you were such a moaning mess that even the loud bed creak couldn't outdo you. "CHUUYAAAA!!~♡" another orgasm was pulled out of you, " s'kay- another. for me." he kisses your temple, "fuckfuckfuckfuck-" he says in a mantra but at the same time, you were repeating his name, "chuuyachuuyachuuya-". sighing into the crook of your neck, chuuya's thrusts start to become more erratic. "chu-chuuya!" you scream, "slow, down-GHHH!!~♡" your vision went white again as chuuya kept thrusting inside you, despite your intense orgasm. it took a while, maybe about twenty minutes before he finally slows to a stop, his dick stilling inside your womb, cum oozing inside the condom. "shiiiiiittttt~♡" he moans, "it's only an hour after midnight," he pulls you in for a passionate kiss, "let's keep it up, yeah dollface?"

"t-the condom!!~♡" you moan through your sentence as you feel him fill you up again, you haven't realized that chuuya never changed the condom after every round and that it's been building up since the first round. you don't know what round it is now but you know for damn sure that it had to have been many if the condom was ripped due to the pressure of weight; or it could just be the fact he cums a lot, either way you're gonna worry because you're not on the pill or anything that'll protect you from getting pregnant. "I'll buy you morning pills," chuuya plants a kiss on your neck, "promise?" you ask, "promise." he strokes your thigh. you pull him in for a kiss and you two have a steamy makeout session. You soon feel yourself being stretched wide open by his dick and you fall back as he catches you. "who's my good girl?" he whispers into your ear from behind as you push your hips back, "m-meEe!!~♡," still leaning over your back he thrusts in hard, "and whose pussy does this belong to?" you squealed as he started rubbing your clit, "y-yours..!~♡" you could hear him tsk, "couldn't hear ya' over your loud moaning. so I'll ask again," now thrusting in at an inhuman pace, he pulls your hair back until you're both on your knees, him still thrusting inside you, "whose pussy does this belong to?" he says on time with every thrust to your cunt, "whose the owner of this sloppy, loose cunt that's wrapped so beautifully around me?" you came; and was now being tugged on by your hair, "YOURS!~♡ OH- GO- CU-CUMM-~♡♡♡GHNNNN!!! YOURS...!!!!~~~♡♡♡" you yell as you cum, hard. "atta girl." he says, "that's right, this pussy is mine." he bites your neck as he came, hard and deep inside your womb; groaning as he does so. "PLEASSEEE!!!~~♡♡♡♡" you beg, you don't know how many rounds it's been;how many hours; or hell what time it is, all you know was that it was early into the morning as you glance at the rising sun. as of now, chuuya was thrusting into you like a rabbit in heat and you were taking it like the whore he molded you to be. "FUCK!!~♡' he suddenly yells; all night he's been mostly quiet but guess now he's nearing his end, "take it all!!-" his breath hitched, his thrusts start to become sloppier as your cunt gushes from the loads of cum and your slick. "HGNNGG- OOHGGG!!~♡♡♡" you moaned out, eyes rolling back, mouth gaped open, back arching impossibly high, both of your hips;legs;thighs;and body tremble from your final orgasm. it was deep and rough, but also soft and gentle. as you both calmed down from your high, staring at each other, chuuya leans down and pushes his lips onto yours slowly, despite you both being out of breath you're still sucking each other; too attached to let go now. eventually chuuya pulls out and carries you to the bathroom to wash up; placing you down on the cleaned and replaced sheets, chuuya tells you to wait there as he whips up something for the both of you, he comes back into the room to find you sleeping and gently wakes you up to eat. he notices your sleepiness is disturbing your function to chew and swallow so he has the courtesy do to it himself. picking you up and placing you on his lap, faced foward, chuuya picks up the utensil and urges you to be his good girl and eat. took a few tries and a couple of minutes on each bite, he eventually got you to finish most of your food and tilted your head back as he pours in water into your mouth. he waits to pour water until he's sure that you've swallowed all the water; he doesn't want you to choke and die after all. chuuya, after successfully completing his aftercare, tucks you back into bed and leaves a kiss on your forehead; you wake up in the morning to find morning pills, a glass of water, and a note with a number written on it; txt me l8r, ###-###-####<3.

hearing a buzz coming from his phone, chuuya pauses his workout to check and upon reading the first notification he smiles; saving your contact as '<3' as he rereads your message once more; heyyy this is y/n, is this chuuya?

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sairee · 4 months

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We're both coming home (Ghost x Soap)

Ghost and Soap get ready for the final mission and seek comfort in each other before they leave.

Chapter 46 excerpt from Don't Let Me Go on ao3.

It was long days followed by even longer nights. Perhaps Ghost was expecting something dramatic to happen. The sky would darken, or every television would suddenly cut to breaking news, or someone would come crawling to their doorstep, bloodied and with desperate stories to tell.

But in fact, it was quite mundane.

It was a normal day. The team had finished a recon mission just a few days prior and were currently waiting around for a new set of orders to come in that would inevitably whisk them off to someplace else.

Ghost was sitting on a couch in the breakroom next to Soap who was roughly sketching something in his notebook. Ghost rested his head on the back of the couch and stared up at the grey ceiling, one arm over the couch and his other hand on Soap’s thigh.

The gentle scratching of Soap’s pencil was occasionally interrupted by quiet footsteps tapping down the hallway. Ghost let himself be relaxed by the sound of the drawing as well as Soap’s quiet puffs of breathing and he slowly closed his eyes.

Ghost didn’t realize how much time had passed when he was gently nudged awake. He opened his eyes and looked over at Soap who was tilting his notebook towards Ghost to show him something. Soap then looked up at Ghost, his face falling slightly.

“Oh shite,” he said. “Sorry. I didn’t realize you were sleeping…”

Ghost blinked a couple times and rubbed at his eyes. “No, it’s okay,” he replied, lifting his head off the couch. He gave Soap’s thigh a reassuring squeeze. “What is it?”

Soap smiled and raised his notebook again. “What do you thi-” he started to say but was quickly interrupted by Price careening into the room.

They both abruptly looked up and at the man. He was uncharacteristically flustered, eyes frantic, and out of breath. Ghost immediately sat up straighter.

“We got him…” Price panted, still holding onto the door frame.

“What?” they both asked at the same time. But Price was already rushing out the door. The two of them jumped off the couch and clambered after him down the hall.

-After the debrief-

The team was dismissed back to their quarters to pack everything up. As Ghost and Soap made their way back to their room, Ghost could feel a suffocatingly thick tension in the air. The two of them silently collected their belongings, the unspoken pressure on their shoulders an ever-present feeling between them.

They’d been on risky missions before, taken down countless people and organizations, but this felt different. Even the missions they’d been on in the past few weeks were relatively easy and had been completed without much worry.

No doubt this was Jürgen’s last chance. If shipments were being organized out of a single facility, that meant that this was his final stand. He had everything in one place and would go to extreme lengths to ensure that he wasn’t stopped.

There was going to be protection, armed guards, high security.

It was going to be dangerous.

From the way that Soap’s lips were pursed and a tense furrow morphed his brow into serious concentration, Ghost could sense that these same thoughts were rattling around Soap’s mind too.

“Hey…” Ghost said softly. “Come here.” He slithered his hand around Soap’s waist and pulled the two of them closer. Soap’s eyes were focused but there was a rare, hidden hesitation behind them. “We got this…”

Soap faintly nodded and raised his hand to cup the side of Ghost’s face. Ghost laced their fingers together against his cheek and leaned into the touch.

Secretly Ghost was also fearful, a feeling he didn’t often get before going on a mission. He’d just gotten Soap back and was terrified to lose him again. If this was Soap’s last mission… then it would also be Ghost’s.

“Both of us are coming back home,” Soap said, almost as if trying to convince himself.

“Of course.”

Soap dropped his eyes to where Ghost’s lips were under his mask and he ran his thumb over them.

“How’s this?” Ghost said quietly, taking Soap’s hand and pulling it back. “We’ll save that for when we get back. Keep something to look forward to…”

A slight flicker of disappointment flashed across Soap’s eyes before he nodded in acceptance.

“Okay.”

Ghost leaned forward and placed a kiss in between Soap’s eyebrows. Soap let out a sigh and closed his eyes as Ghost lingered there for a few seconds.

Despite his heart telling him not to pull back, he eventually did.

“Let’s finish packing up, yeah?” Ghost said. “They’re probably waiting on us.” With a small chuckle, Soap nodded and the two of them finished packing their bags. Soap scooped up the shell of Ghost’s hard mask and handed it to him to put on. Ghost’s hand reached out and squeezed Soap’s one last time before the two of them made their way to the tarmac.

Full chapter ao3.

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uupiic · 4 months

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July - December 2023 fan fiction batch

Mighty Sacrifice Indeed - GH

How Do They Keep Figuring Out It’s Me? - GH

Worming Their Way into the Dark Matter of Your Brain - The New Albion Guide to Analogue Consciousness

I DO NOT consent to my works being, in any way, in any place, on any site (that I did not put them on myself) being shoved into the face of the band. That means: Do NOT share my fics, or excerpts from them, on reddit, do NOT put them into the band members’ DMs, or on their discord servers, livestreams, or any other place you might think of.

#the biannual fanfic batch #Uupiic writes stuff #gloryhammer fanfic #gloryhammer #sorry not quite There yet with tagging the other :')

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tourdefrancois · 1 year

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I recently had the pleasure of chatting via video call with Jaime and Gilbert Hernandez to discuss the recent 40th anniversary of their seminal sci-fi/punk/indie/Latino/everything series Love & Rockets and the release of the massive Love & Rockets: The First Fifty box set from Fantagraphics. I’ve been reading Los Bros’ work for about three decades now, and they had a HUGE influence on my view of what comics could be and what kind of stories the medium can encompass. As a young punk (and comics nerd, and mixed-race kid) coming of age in Southern California, their modern, multi-cultural, multi-genre stories really spoke to me, and solidified my burgeoning desire to create my own work in the medium (I also eventually went on to write my undergrad thesis on Jaime’s Locas stories). It was a real delight and an honor to talk with these comic book giants, and our conversation touched on all kinds of subjects, from where to start with their sprawling narratives (“Just follow the girls”) to the Bros’ occasional frustrations with “small-minded nitwits out there that are running things.”

Below is a short excerpt from our conversation, for the full interview head on over to Broken Frontier!

Photograph by Carol Kovinick-Hernandez

GH: What I think is really special about what Jaime did, is Jaime started out with a lot of detail, a lot of just, likability of looking at a comic book. He just had that going on, and it was science fiction-y and this and that, with light humor. What I think is remarkable is that he didn’t go that way, to be a big famous artist. He went inside to the characters and used that skill that could’ve worked at Marvel or wherever else if he wanted to. But what he did was he used that skill to tell human stories. And that’s something that was not encouraged in comics. To have Jaime’s skill to draw, you know, as well as he did, and use it for humanistic stories and not be, you know, whoever’s doing the new Spider-Man or whatever. I think that that took a lot of strength in a way that he may not have been aware of at the time.

JH: Yeah. It always seemed more important to me, like he said, to use my strengths to tell what I wanted to tell. I never thought of really using it for someone else, you know? It was always for me, like, “Oh, okay, I have this gift of drawing pretty well, so I get to draw what I want.” So it was always, for me, my stories. It’s something I had never really thought about, ‘til he brought that up. It’s almost like I didn’t know that “I coulda been somebody!” you know?

GH: But you would’ve been miserable though.

JH: Oh, I can imagine. Yeah.

FV: It’s a cliche to say it this way, but it’s very much, like “Don’t sell out,” right? We all wanna make some money, but both of you have been true to your artistic vision, for 40 years, you know, straight up doing what you want to do, no matter where that takes you. If that’s popular or not, you’re following your muse as it were, wherever it might go. To me that seems very connected with the DIY ethos, the artistic ethos, the punk ethos.

JH: And here’s another funny side note. The few times I did try to sell out to make money, they didn’t want me.

GH: Yeah. That’s the truth of it.

JH: I was like, “Oh, okay. When I’m outside of my Love & Rockets world, I’ll just be used for something.” You know, it’ll be, “Go over there and draw three straight lines,” and stuff like that.

And I go, “Oh, I thought you wanted my ‘genius!’” Apparently not, you know?

Read the full interview on Broken Frontier!

#los bros hernandez #love and rockets #Jaime Hernandez #gilbert hernandez #fantagraphics #François Vigneault #comics #comic books #graphic novels #indie comics

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maiikawriter · 2 years

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DRAGON BALL:

-multi canon pairings (vegebul, Gochi, k18 and/or Hanvi)

Western: Gunslinging, banditry, prostitution, gambling, survival, and an ensemble cast. It's late 19th century in the old west, with all the violence and romanticism of the genre. All humans in a real world setting. (Link to series includes many oneshots)

Ship of Dreams: One ocean liner. Two-thousand passengers. Seven-hundred survivors.

A Titanic-inspired AU

The School Across the Lake (Mature): Two schools sit on opposite banks of a lake, housing high school students who crave some interaction with the opposite sex. Frustrated and rebellious, the teens work with their friends to find a way to meet the kids from the other school, just across the lake. Humorous situations ensue. Rated T for language and mild sexual content.

Ghostly Tales of Dragon Ball: Short Halloween series for lovers of classic horror stories, and of Dragonball Z. Brief A/U one-shots, each a different scenario, each inspired by terrifying creatures, with a Dragonball spin. Not written to be overly grotesque, only descriptive to draw the reader into the fear of the situation. Each tale features a canon DBZ couple. (V/B, G/CC, Gh/V, K/18)

-Gochi

The Broken Tub (Mature in second part): post-Buu scene following the infamous breaking out of the tub

Scattered Pictures: (Mature) Real world A/U. They were naive teenagers when they married. She had the picture perfect family in mind, while he was a free spirit who was only able to focus on doing what he loved. Now, after two children, heartache, and subsequent years of separation, they might have a second chance. [Gochi] G/CC

Firsts (twitter thread)

Goku’s Test: Goku can run. Goku can fly. Goku can ride the Nimbus cloud. Goku can IT. Now his wife wants him to drive. There's only one thing standing in his way, and Chi-Chi is going to help him through it. Android saga one shot

For Her Father, For Her Country: The attack of the Red Ribbon Army on China forced the emperor to call a man from each Chinese family to battle. Facing the impossible choice of watching her aging father leave for certain death in battle, or facing peril herself by illegally taking his place, Chi-Chi joined a camp under leadership of the handsome Captain Son with an unlikely ally by her side. Mulan-inspired au.

Get to Work (coffee shop AU)

Cruel Love: Having succeeded in his mission of destroying life on Earth, Kakarot was shocked to learn upon his return to Vegeta that some did not believe his mission to be completed. Years later on a foreign planet, the third class Saiyan was hit with a surprise he didn't think possible. Bad as it seemed, it could be just the opportunity he needed for redemption in the eyes of his fellow Saiyans. However, the Earthling survivors crossing his path had plans of their own. Chi-Chi would not let the Saiyan get in her way when she and her friends were finally closing in on the thing they'd been chasing since the destruction of their planet and near-extinction of their race.

Moment of Selfishness (Mature companion to Cruel Love): In a universe where Earth was destroyed by the Saiyan sent for the job, an Earthling woman living a very different life encounters the man who changed her fate. The unexpected happens between them when no identities are exchanged. One-shot

Try That Again: Goku doesn’t listen too well. But they’re in bed, it’s late, and Chi-Chi is well-versed in giving second chances.

The Villain Who Saved the Earth (for Her): Kakarot has no problem doing what he came to Earth to do while he waits for word from his home planet.

At least, he doesn’t until someone else comes along to finish the job for him and he realizes battling a certain Earthling means more to him than he realized.

Her Eyes Give Her Away: An excerpt from Scattered Pictures, written from Goku's point of view. Even if you've never read Scattered Pictures, you should be able to read and follow this, though there are minor details that relate to earlier parts of the story. I've talked about doing a mirror fic for Scattered Pictures and used a prompt from the 2017 Gochi Week event to write one scene from that potential fic. For those of you unfamiliar with the story, Scattered Pictures is a divorce A/U taking place in the real world, about Goku and Chi-Chi, written completely from Chi-Chi's perspective. Here, you're getting a taste of what was going through Goku's head at the time of this scene (chapter 14 in Scattered Pictures).

When You Know: How soon is too soon?

If the right person comes along, never.

•college AU gochi•

Realizations: Gochi week 2023 prompts as 100-word romantic drabbles

-Marten

On This Day: This day would be absolutely perfect - Goten and Marron’s wedding day

-no ships

It’s Coming: Piccolo could run from what was coming for him, but he couldn't escape it. Preparing for the arrival of the Saiyans after Goku's death was stressful. More stressful than he consciously realized.

In Pursuit of Vengeance: Raditz took a different approach when meeting Goku, resulting in a successful retrieval of his brother. Goku's introduction to the planetary trade sparked a change as the third class Saiyan's presence stirred up trouble the Saiyans, Frieza and his men didn't see coming, leading to a much different Dragon Ball story.

My Gohan: A one-shot for one of DBZ's most misunderstood mother-son relationships. Inspired by a touching classic children's book.

-vegebul, Bulla/oc

Meet the Saiyans: He won the heart of the lovely Bra Brief. He felt nothing could have been a greater feat; not until he flew to West City with her for her brother's wedding. The strange group of people that Bra called family were disconcerting. But it seemed winning over her father's approval would be the greatest challenge of all. This story takes place in the DB universe, not acknowledging GT.

Art:

-Gochi

Warm, Coffee & a Sweater

Heavenly hug

Anniversary art

Butterflies

Wordless Communication

Kiss

Game of Thrones AU scene

-no ships

EoZ Son Family

Father’s Day

Napping Goten

-K18

Headrest

-Multiship

Ship meme

#Dragon Ball #Gochi #canon ships #DBZ Fanart #DBZ fanfics #my works

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braindeadmaggot · 2 years

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🕯 - Share a scene in your latest WIP

trigger warning: self harm

Latest WIP: this hasn't been written in properly yet (just like most of this damn AU, I put everything into spreadsheets first so I can sort the timeline properly) but this is a short excerpt for a Shuggy side-fic I'm working on. It is all angst, hurt/comfort and found family bonding. It's... pretty dark.

I also have two more fics in the works outside of this AU, one where two boys absolutely hate each other then become the bestest of best bros forever ⛵💃 and the other fic is a short one where someone gets surgery and wakes up all h*gh and dr*gged up. They're both crack.

Not a fic WIP but it's something I'm doing right now. My mom got a 2 for 1 deal on 2L bottles and gave me one. I don't like the color so I bought a bunch of stickers to stickerbomb it but there's still too much white for my liking so I'm coloring in the edges to make them darker. I just hope the sharpie lasts

Last WIP is on hold. It's my wedding dress (I messed up the top like 4 times and gave up on it to focus on the skirt but then I got busy with art requests and it's just... not progressing at all. It's way too revealing than what I envisioned. It's much more conservative than it looks and the skirt is a large, floor length circle skirt that needs to be made panel by panel until it's like a big table cloth. I'll show y'all when it finished. We're getting married in November~

#BrainDeadAnswers #Vergina-SPVA #about me #wip

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meowdude · 11 months

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little comic i made!

cw for nudity / decapitation (not super graphic)

all text are excerpts from the passion according to gh by clarice lispector. my ass did not write that.

its basically ab transition and gaining power in that freedom but also that freedom being scary and what you Are changing all the time but embracing that? idk if that makes sense but weeeee!! this was fun to make i love mspaint

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chayscribbles · 1 month

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"Gabi is literally me in conversations": a compilation

#she's just like me fr...#i realized i do this at work a lot when i had to ask someone a question jkdfkjs #gh excerpts #gabi franco #wip gemini heist

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recordplayer70 · 1 year

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Transatlantic Teutonic Two Step Take 114 [Mar 6th 2023]

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Tracks:

Gordon Of Sesame Street - Giveaway Gibson (excerpt) - Giveaway Gibson 45 and Booklet (1971) [Random House - RH2]

Fifty Foot Hose - Red The Sign Post (Alternate Take) - Red The Sign Post 45 (1990 reissue) [Get Hip Recordings - GH-50 / Get Hip Archive Series - GHAS-50]

The Seeds - Pushin' Too Hard - The Seeds / The Standells Split 45 (1969 / 198x Reissue) [Collectables - COL-3028]

Mountain - Tired Angels (for J.M.H.) - The Animal Trainer And The Toad 45 (1971) [Windfall Records – 534]

Chris Hodge - We're On Our Way - We're On Our Way 45 (1972) [Apple Records - 1850]

The Family - Saigon Girls - Saigon Girls 45 (1968) [Vanguard Apostolic - VRS 35081]

Bobbie Gentry - Okolona River Bottom Band - Okolona River Bottom Band 45 (1967) [Capitol Records - 2044]

Mashmakhan - As The Years Go By - As The Years Go By 45 (1970) [Epic - 5-10634]

Gate Wesley & Band - (Zap! Pow!) Do The Batman - (Zap! Pow!) Do The Batman 45 (1966) [Atlantic – 45-2319]

Neil Ray – Big Fanny - Big Fanny 45 (1968) [Plantation Records - #2]

The New Don Ellis Band - Eli's Comin - V/A Dig This (1969) [Columbia - AS 1]

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riteofparting · 2 years

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― Clarice Lispector, in The Passion According to G.H.

#clarice lispector #lispector #the passion according to g.h.#the passion according to gh #my posts:#quote #typesetting #excerpt #on morality

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sairee · 9 months

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Good with your hands (Soap x Ghost)

Soap injuries his knee on a mission. Ghost shows him a new technique that might make it feel better.

Excerpt of Chapter 10 of Don't Let Me Go on ao3

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The 141 returned back to their Austrian homebase in the early morning, their bodies exhausted and physically wracked with tension. As soon their helicopters landed, Price immediately pulled Valeria aside to speak with her privately in order to get a gage on whether or not she could be trusted.

It also temporarily avoided a Valeria/Alejandro blow up that definitely would not be helpful at the moment.

After the men took some time to clean themselves up, Ghost knew he wasn’t going to be able to get to sleep again for some time. The intrigue of the situation gnawed at the back of his mind, demanding answers or resolution.

Ghost didn’t know how long this interview – or interrogation – with Price was going to last, so he decided to walk around the base. His feet kept moving on their own until he came upon a relatively secluded spot outside for him to sit down on. As he rested his back against the brick of the building, he took a moment to enjoy he warm breeze that lightly shook the leaves in the trees and watched the sun slowly start to rise.

He should have expected to be alone for only ten minutes.

“Ah, there you are Ghost,” Soap’s voice rang out from the side.

“You’re always finding me…” Ghost mumbled, keeping his eyes locked on the sunrise in the distance. He wasn’t really annoyed at Soap but spoke in a more observational sense.

“Trust me, Ghost. If you didn’t want to want to be found, I have no doubt in my mind that you wouldn’t be found,” Soap said with light humour. As Soap walked over, Ghost glanced at him just in time to catch his last few steps. Ghost instantly noticed an uneven hop to his step.

“You’re limping,” Ghost stated.

“Aye,” Soap said favouring one of his knees to crouch down with a quiet grunt. He sat against the wall next to Ghost and extended his legs out in front of him, a plastic water bottle in one of his hands. “Just got back from the nurses’ station. They gave me something for the pain. I asked for only the good stuff,” he beamed.

Ghost tried to recall when this injury happened. When it could have happened. He hadn’t noticed any limp while on the mission so it must have occurred after. Then again, maybe it was there during the assault but he was too oblivious to see. Regardless, Ghost should have known.

“When did this happen?” Ghost asked, an air of confusion to his voice.

“When I dropped down from the line,” Soap answered plainly as he rubbed small circles into the side of his right knee.

“Why wasn’t I aware of this?”

Ghost began questioning whether he had missed observing other crucial details while on the mission. It wasn’t like him to miss something so large.

“Because I purposefully hid it,” Soap said matter-of-factly. Soap caught Ghost’s eye and seemed to pick up on his internal doubt. “It’s reasonable to not know something if I don’t tell you.”

“I should be aware of everything that’s happening to the soldiers in my charge.”

“It’s human not to…” Soap sighed and looked out toward the sunrise. “Which is still something that you are,” he finished quietly, almost to himself.

Ghost didn’t respond. Those words were far from what he would use to describe himself. To a certain extent, he thought everyone who did this job had to leave that part of themselves at the door.

“And anyway,” Soap said with a lighter tone to his voice again, “it’s not that the landing was especially bad. My knee was just tweaked from an old injury that occasionally acts up every now and then. Seems like it never healed right.” He was still absentmindedly rubbing small circles into the side of his knee using the tips of his fingers.

“Have you tried the knuckle technique?” Ghost asked before he could stop himself.

“The what?” Soap asked, looking at him with a furrowed brow.

Knowing his words wouldn’t be able to explain it well enough, Ghost reached over and gently felt around Soap’s knee for the bones and tendons. Soap watched him carefully, but otherwise didn’t protest. Having located the edge of Soap’s kneecap under his pants, Ghost balled his hands up into a semi-closed fist.

He pressed his knuckles between the second and third joints of his fingers deeply into the tendon just below the patella, keeping a firm pressure as he slowly dragged them upwards around the curve of the kneecap.

Soap involuntarily lurched forward and sucked in a quick breath. A second later, he melted into the touch as he rested his head back up against the brick wall, a blissful expression on his face.

Ghost repeated the motion a few more times.

“Oh, fuck…” Soap breathed out, arching his back slightly. The words tumbled out of his mouth, sounding desperate and half-close to a moan.

Upon hearing this, Ghost flicked his eyes up to glance up Soap. Soap was looking at him through half-lidded eyes which were filled with absolute trust and pleasure. There was also something else in his eyes that Ghost was having trouble pinpointing exactly.

Ghost couldn’t remember the last time someone had looked at him like that. Coupled with Soap’s choked out cry still ringing in his ears, Ghost started to notice an unexpected feeling growing in the pit of his stomach.

Quickly, Ghost removed his hands and sat back, trying to calm his racing heart. Soap let out a content exhale and gingerly bent his leg a few times. He shook his head and softly chuckled under his breath.

“Of course. First the Rubik’s cube, then the cranes, now this.” Soap looked at him pointedly, the warmth of his eyes making Ghost hesitantly glance over. “You’re really good with your hands, Lt.”

Ghost turned his head away from Soap’s intense stare. He awkwardly scratched at his leg and tried to bring back the moisture in his mouth which had suddenly gone dry. He had a primal urge to drink something all of a sudden.

Seemingly also thirsty, Ghost watched out of the corner or his eye as Soap unscrewed the cap on his water. A gentle touch to Ghost’s knee caught his full attention. He looked down to see the plastic cap of the bottle had been placed on his leg. He squinted at it and looked up at Soap in silent judgment.

“I don’t want to put it on the dirty ground,” Soap explained casually, taking a swig from the bottle.

“You have another hand,” Ghost said dryly.

“Don’t berate me, I’m injured.”

“Barely.”

Soap held out the water bottle for Ghost to have some which he accepted greedily. Ghost turned his head to the other side and pulled his mask up over his mouth. He put his lips up to the drink and felt the cool water seep into his mouth, giving him immediate relief. He swallowed, feeling the incessant urge for water slowly begin to creep away.

Ghost handed the bottle back and Soap picked up the cap to screw it shut. The two of them settled into comfortable silence watching the sunrise together. Ghost was comfortable with not always filling the silence with noise, but with Soap it felt even easier. This was surprising considering how much Soap liked to talk.

After a few minutes, Soap let out a yawn just as his phone chimed in his pocket. He pulled it out and scanned the message.

“Price is done with Valeria. He’s calling us in.”

“Do you think she can be trusted?” Ghost asked. Soap blinked a few times in thought. “I guess we’ll find out.”

Read on ao3.

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uupiic · 10 months

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January - June 2023 fan fiction batch

Quest for the Knife of Virtue - GH

Ralathor’s Problem - GH

Warehouse - original

A Dreadful Day - GH + original character (currently the only one NOT locked; read the author’s statement about all hows and whys)

I Am Going To Burn The Universe - GH

#Uupiic writes stuff #gloryhammer fanfic #gloryhammer #AND EVEN ONE ORIGINAL AND ONE-SORTA-ORIGINAL-BUT-NOT-REALLY-IT'S-JUST-THE-OC #the biannual fanfic batch

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darthmaulification · 3 years

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empty house full of faces | boba fett

A/N: so my brain really said “let’s reopen boba’s childhood trauma” and spat this out. this is kinda also like an addition to the spooky october thing like the maul fic was a bit ago. 🎃 i may add them both on ao3 as a series, i’m thinking.

also, please ignore the probable inaccuracies of boba’s canonical childhood, my brain is small and i know nothing ever. 😋

(the excerpt at the beginning is from romeo oriogun’s poem on the 23rd death anniversary of my father)

hope you enjoy! 💗

summary: he watches himself become his dead father over and over again.

content: angst, grief, anger, haunted!boba, mental disintegration, minor body horror stuff, self loathing (directly and by proxy kinda), a tad bit of clone discrimination if you squint, rip in peace to jango 👊😔

word count: 831

Here’s the sting, here’s the sound of fear, here’s your father’s face carved into the day breaking the world across your back, here’s all his memories burning down your bones.

After his father’s death, what was Boba— this grieving, broken, familiar-faced boy— to the Kaminoans but another obstacle to overcome? They had already been cold towards him, but after the Kaminoans, even Nala Se who Boba unfortunately thought might show some semblance of pity, developed a distance in their eyes that made Boba even more alone than he’d just become.

That Count Dooku character was of no help either. He feigned sympathy, offered Boba an apology that didn’t reach his eyes, and said to him “Your father was a great man”, and for some Maker-awful reason put unneeded emphasis on was and thinly veiled sarcasm on great. That’s the last Boba saw of the Count, left simmering with the stab of realizing his father is dead and that Jango was just a bounty hunter to the rest of the galaxy all at once.

None of the other boys (who looked and talked like him— the same face everywhere) understood. They appropriated the language his father had to fight to earn, the language that Jango passed down special to Boba, and called him vod. (He is not their brother.) They grew twice as fast as him and Boba was forced to watch each one become an older him, then a young Jango, and then Jango himself.

With his father dead, Boba had to watch for years as swarms of new fathers rose in his place and talked in his dead father’s voice, in his dead father’s language, but what words are there to resurrect the dead? To truly revive the face that talked around him, the body that walked around him, when the one that keldabe kissed his forehead and tucked him into bed at night and said “I love you, Boba” was dead, and the one’s around him the same but different?

(There is none.)

Years after the initial grief (not really, it’s still here) Boba paints his father’s armor the colors it was when the Mandalorians first gave it to him; forest green, mustard yellow, red— anything to forget the familiar chrome and cobalt with all the memories attached. The beskar doesn’t fit— too large, broad, too much Jango— and Boba suffers with the painful realization that he’ll grow perfectly into it.

The hardest part, the part he waited to do last because he loathed it, is putting on the helmet— the helmet that was his father’s second face, that held his decapitated head.

Before he fully knows what he’s doing, Boba’s yanked the helmet off so quickly the pressurized latch didn’t fully unclasp, and slashes the rim clean across the bridge of his nose. The sharp pain is incomparable to the one he’s been feeling for years now, but it’s potent enough to jolt him back to reality— somewhat.

In the mirror’s reflection of him, Boba stares at his father’s face— younger, fewer scars, softer with youth— looking wild-eyed back at him, bright crimson trickling down the round tip of his nose and gathering at the curve of his upper lip. His father blinks and the tears start, and Boba watches his father begin to cry, watches the tears rain on Jango’s face.

He feels them on his cheeks, warm and wet, and it comes crashing down on Boba that the ghost of his father will follow him everywhere, that there’s no place he can look where he won’t see him, and it burns, it burns, it burns.

Boba watches his jaw fall so wide he wants it to break and unhinge itself from him, wants the skin of his cheeks to pull taut and snap like over-strained strings. He wants his tongue to roll out his head in a slimy, bloody mess, because there’s no amount of mutilation he wouldn’t take if it meant not having to look at the same face in the mirror every fucking day.

His heartbeat, rapid and wild, pulses in his head and he just starts screaming.

Boba screams until his voice grows so hoarse that he’s pushing air past raw flesh, until he tastes the tang of copper in the back of his throat, until it hurts, until it feels exactly the way he’s felt ever since his buir fucking died and Dad, I miss you so much— I want to die— It hurts so kriffing bad—

He stops screaming once the air’s run out and his chest has constricted so much that the pain in his ribs almost matches the pain he feels in his soul. His skull throbs with a headache blooming from tears and the screaming, and Boba wants to sever it from his body. (The voice in his head whispers, “Like your father?”)

Boba wants to gouge his eyes out.

Wants to rip out his hair.

Pull the skin from his bones.

To destroy himself and his father.

#star wars #star wars boba fett #boba fett #jango fett #star wars jango fett #the mandalorian #buir jango fett #this is just depressing #orion's october fics

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