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bigassmoonchild · 8 months

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The Aftermath

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Word Count: 2k

The first part does give context, but isn’t required for this read.

Summary: You knew the difficulty the process of being a mated Omega in the military. You understood how much you would lose, but you never thought about the difficulty in your normal life. Never thought about the panic you would have, or how much it would effect you and Ghost's personal relationship.

Content Tags: Hospitals, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, No use of Y/N, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha! Ghost

A/N: I was not expecting such a good response to Maple Syrup, and since y'all seemed to like it so much here's basically the next part. Let me know if you want anything specific, my asks should be open. <3 I'm adding a 'keep reading' link to make sure you can scroll on if you want.

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Everything felt wrong. Ghost wasn't injured, but he was being held overnight in the medbay. The Maple Syrup had run its course through him, but he could hear chatter echoing in the room. He could smell you, you weren't too far from him but he wasn't allowed to see you. Price had come in not too long after the doctors had checked him over and cleared him, arms crossed as he sat in the chair next to the bed Ghost was in.

"We'll need to talk, you know," was the only thing Price had said, leaning back and relaxing in the chair.

"Is the Doc okay?" Ghost asked, looking in the direction your scent was coming from. The sickly sweet smell of heat was becoming stale, but you were on lock and key just in case any Alpha soldiers tried to come in. Price looked in the same direction, giving a faint shrug.

"I'm going to be updated once she's steady enough for the doctors to leave her alone," Price said. "Gaz is on watch outside her room," Ghost nodded. Gaz was a Beta, so it would be fine for him to be that close. Ghost still didn't like it, he didn't know how his pack was, where everyone was, if everyone was safe.

It took a few hours, it was well past midnight before any movement came from the direction of your room. The curtains surrounding Ghosts bed was moved, the Doctor gesturing for Price to follow him. Ghost had tried to listen in, but it wasn't worth it. He was still in mild pain from the mission, the place where the tranq had stabbed him still throbbed every so often.

Price walked back in some time later, looking at Ghost with a sigh. That didn't make him feel good, panic started to flow through him, thoughts of you dying flashed in his mind for a few moments.

"She's gonna be fine," Price started. "They got her heat back under control, they're just waiting for it to finish cycling through her. Outside of that, she's fine," Price sat next to Ghost. "I can't ask you about what happened. I can only tell you what will happen," he looked away.

You woke up, head foggy and throbbing with a headache. You could see a form moving next to you, checking your vitals. You gave a soft groan, your neck throbbing alongside your core. Everything hurt, but you weren't able to tell if it was everything.

"You finally waking up?" The voice asked, and you could recognize it. "You've been out for a few days, you've even had Ghost trying to get in," she giggled a little. Amanda. That was her name, she was one of the nurses you'd been working with prior to the mission that went south.

At the mention of Ghost, you sat upright, vision spinning before righting itself.

"It was a really bad heat you were sent into, y'know. Took us a few hours to stabilize you, but you're doing good for yourself," she smiled, trying to lay you back down but you pushed her off of you.

"I need to talk to him," god even your throat hurt. She nodded slowly, sticking her head out of the door. You rubbed your head, headache now making you feel sick. It took a few moments, but you heard footsteps come in the room, a figure standing next to you. When you looked up, it was Price.

"There are some procedures we need to go through. I've already got some officers in, but we still need to talk about what happened," Price started, moving to sit in the chair near you. "Ghost has already spoken with them, so it'll be you, me and the officers. I think Laswell has flown in as well," you stared at Price.

With a few blinks, you looked down to think. Ghost had already spoken with the officers? You knew what the rules were like, and you knew that your career was now in his hands. It pissed you off, if you could really focus on feeling much outside of pain.

"The officers are trying to get him to make a decision on your career. I can't let you two talk about anything yet, the Adjutant Officers still need to figure things out before you'll be allowed near each other," Price looked away, your jaw tensing. You really had no rights anymore, did you?

It took another few days before you were released. The second you had clothes of your own to wear, you were gone off into your room.

Someone had been here. You could smell a stale scent, but you weren't able to place it. It was too distant to be able to decipher, but your room was exactly the same as it had been left before you were hospitalized. You didn't feel comfortable in your room, knowing someone had been here.

A knock on the door made you spin, nerves set tight. As you opened the door, a large figure came into view.

"Doc," Ghost started, before being yanked into your room and having the door slammed behind him. You turned on him, staring at him sharply. You pointed, opening your mouth before shutting it and groaning, running hands through your hair.

You kept trying to start talking before you stopped yourself, eventually kicking at the wall in irritation.

"What did you say to them?" You hissed, back still turned and facing the wall. You could hear him shift behind you, boots scuffing against the ground. You turned, storming up to him, chest to chest. "What the hell did you tell them? You gonna dismantle my career? Make me some fucking house-omega?" You were growling now, you could feel your muscles tensing.

When he didn't respond, you groaned, tossing your hands up in defeat and walking away from him. You turned, hand on your hip, waiting for a response.

"I don't want to take your career away," he whispered, finally. You barked a laugh, rubbing your wrist against your bitten gland. His hand reached out to grab you, but you moved away from him. "I don't want to make decisions for you," he added, voice growing more desperate.

You shook your head, pulling your hand away from your gland and shaking them out. Ghost reached out to you again, hand catching your shoulder before you shrugged him off.

"I don't know what to do," you whispered. "I'm terrified, because now I'm outed to so many people, and there's quite literally nothing I can do to save myself," you turned to look at Ghost.

He scoffed. "You think I'm going to ruin things for you? I've already told you, I don't want that kind of control over you," he looked away, crossing his arms. You could smell the distress on him.

"You have done shit to make me trust you!" Your voice raised before dropping, a hand running down your face. "I have zero control left, you know how many rights I have as a mated Omega?" He shook his head. "None," you glared at him.

Ghost glanced at you before looking away again. He shook his head, moving to leave before you blocked the door from him.

"You don't get to walk out when we're talking," you growled at him and he growled back.

"This isn't a conversation, this is you getting all pissy on me," he loomed over you, forcing you to take a step back. "I didn't want this to happen, I would have chosen any other way to save us, but we didn't get a choice, did we?" You looked away.

"Get out,"

He could smell the distress on you the second he spoke. Your scent left him spiraling, he was panicking. His Omega was distressed, and he was the cause. He wanted to fix it, correct the problem and make you happy again.

Ghost could do nothing when you repeated yourself.

"Get the hell out," you glared at him. Ghost opened his mouth to give you a retort, but you had turned away. He bit his tongue, turning to stare at the door.

"You know that's not what I meant," he whispered, opening the door and leaving.

Even after walking aimlessly for ten minutes, he could still smell your distress on your scent, the sour taste stuck on the back of his throat. This wasn't how he had intended to talk to you, he wanted to make a plan for when they asked him more questions regarding your career.

Ghost was pissed off, more so with himself than you, but he wanted to comfort you. Fix what he had said, take it back.

But he had a meeting to attend, and he needed to make sure he didn't say anything wrong.

You sat in the conference room, Price, Laswell and an Adjutant officer sitting across from you. This was the third time you'd gone over what had happened.

"So you say this 'Maple Syrup' is what caused Ghost to go into a feral rut?"

"Yes," you deadpanned, glaring through the Adjutant. "We've already been through all of this, there is literally nothing else that I haven't told you," the Adjutant hummed.

"We need to make sure everything is covered," he told you, looking at the paper he had been writing on for the past hour and a half.

You looked at Price, hoping he would help you in any way. He looked away, leaning further back into his seat.

"What about my career?" The room went silent, the Adjutant stopped reading, glancing over at Price who had finally looked at you. "I want to know what's happening," you whispered. The last few days had left you unsure of yourself. You wanted to confront Ghost, you wanted to apologize for snapping at him, you wanted to fix what you'd said.

None of them spoke, Laswell had opened her mouth to speak before closing it, taking a deep breath. Her fingers tapped on the table, looking at Price and the Adjutant.

She looked back at you. "You aren't allowed to make any decisions regarding that, you know," your head dropped back with a groan, wrist rubbing against your bitten gland roughly. You were terrified, you didn't know what the future was going to hold.

You had so little control and it was getting worse. You stood abruptly, going to walk out the door before Price spoke.

"Would you like to speak with Ghost?" You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. With people around, you wouldn't snap on him, but you also didn't want to see him since his last remarks. You really needed to know if you still worked here, or if he was going to force you to become a house-omega.

You nodded, turning around and sitting back down while staring Price down as he made a phone-call. A few moments later, Ghost walked in and sat beside you, but you still couldn't look at him. It was silent for a few minutes, everyone looking at each other, waiting for the first to speak.

"You still have a job here," Ghost spoke up. "I didn't let them remove you, but they won't allow you on missions anymore," he added the last part quietly. You nodded.

You could hear Price and Laswell ushering the Adjutant Officer out of the room, the door closing with a click behind them. Neither you nor Ghost talked for a few minutes, you could smell a certain level of stress on him.

"Thank you," you whispered, glancing quickly at him. He was staring at you, eyes watching your every twitch and shudder. "I'm... sorry, for the other day," you fiddled with your fingers. "I didn't mean to snap at you."

Ghost shook his head, hesitating before grabbing your hand, pulling it close to him and in turn tugging you towards him. You finally turned to look at him, and his eyes visibly softened.

He looked down, then back up to you. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said what I did. Not in the way I did," he tugged you even closer to him, nuzzling into your gland. "I don't regret having you as my mate now, but if I could've changed what I did, you wouldn't be stuck with me making decisions for you now," you leaned in to him, pressing your face into his chest.

It relaxed you, his scent, and allowed you to think much clearer.

"I'm just so scared,"

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vcnillazelda · 1 year

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alarm

bradley bradshaw x reader

summary: you call bradley on a fateful night.

tags: established relationship, house burglars, protective! bradley, bradley’s such a good bf, he’s bf material, mild angst, happy ending

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you turn off the tv; bored of the news of two burglars terrorising the area. the chances of it happening to your street was one in a million. stretching, you make sure the front door is still unlocked so bradley wasn’t locked out for the night; he was out drinking with his friends. you know jake, bob and natasha were there, yet you weren’t too sure if mav and some others went too. it wouldn’t be surprising if bradley invited them, he liked socialising with his squadron outside of work.

walking through to the bedroom, you turn on your bedside lamp, settling down as your new puppy, arno, settles back down on his bed. he was a pup you and bradley adopted from the local shelter, hes a dachshund pup, and had a tiny wheelchair for his back legs. the second you saw him you begged bradley to get him. bradley agreed as long as he got to name him, which you agreed to; so he chose arno for its meaning, eagle. you should of known he would of chosen something to do with flight.

arno let’s out a soft snort, sleepy eyes staring at you as you smile. “c’mere, arnie.” you pat the side of the bed, watching the puppy get up, waddling over as his little wheelchair squeaks a little. you giggle, scratching behind the tiny dog’s ears. a noise interrupts, and you look over to the door. the front door closes and heavy footsteps wander through the house. you smile, assuming rooster was home and would come join you, then a second pair of footsteps grows closer as an unfamiliar voice mutters a few words. you panic, grabbing arno and your phone, hiding away in the closet. you curse yourself as you realise the lamp is still on and you probably couldn’t risk going back out in case the stranger came in. your hands tremble as you cradle arno close, who licks at your fingers and neck in an almost comforting way. with your other shaking hand, you call bradley, making sure your phones on silent.

bradley laughs, putting his nearly empty glass down. he hadn’t drank much, so he was definitely coherent as he listens to natasha’s story. his phone rings in his pocket, and he excuses himself from the table when he realises it’s you. his teammates smile at him understandingly, and he ignores jake’s little taunt stating “he’s in trouble” to the others. “baby? what’s wrong, it’s late.” bradley asks, making his way to the door so he could hear you better. he hears a soft hiccup and his worry increases. “baby? i can’t hear you, are you okay?” he asks again, and this time he presses a hand to his other ear as he walks outside. “bradley, are you home??” you ask, voice trembling. “no, baby i’m still at the bar. what’s wrong?” bradley glances back to his friends who are all chatting. “there’s people in the house, bradley i’m scared..!” you whisper yell, breaths hitching. “what?! are you hiding? are you safe? do they know you’re there?” he asks desperately, running back inside to grab his jacket. the group all glance up curiously. “just stay there, baby i’m coming okay?” he tells you, trying to reassure you as he hears you weep a little. “what’s wrong?” natasha asks, and bradley briefly pulls away. “emergency.” he states simply, not bothering to say goodbye properly as he runs from the bar.

bradley runs five blocks to get there, not bothering to hang up so you could probably hear him running, he’s out of breath and his chest burns. sure enough, the front doors open a crack and his stomach feels like lead. he hangs up, entering the home with confidence. he spots a silhouette in the hallway, shouting out to them. the intruder peers around the door, eyes wide with surprise. “get outta here!” bradley snaps, storming forward. the burglar dodges, running straight out the house with whatever he had grabbed. the second your scream meets his ears, bradley runs to the bedroom, bursting through the door. the second burglar is pulling you from the closet, and in the struggle you drop your phone. bradley catches a glance of an ongoing call with 911, and relaxes. he focuses on the stranger, grabbing him by the shoulders and yanking him away from you, shoving him to the floor. bradley, blinded with rage of the idea of the person hurting you, he lands punch after punch on the guy; who wails and tries to scramble away. the sound of you crying makes him stop, not to mention the guy had gone limp and he didn’t want to kill him.

“baby, c’mere, it’s okay.” he whispers, carefully wrapping his arms around you as you cradle arno close. “i’m here, baby girl.” bradley tells you, as you wrap an arm around him, still holding your puppy. pulling away suddenly, you grab your phone, standing carefully on shaky knees with bradley’s help. “i’m here..” you tell the operator, following your boyfriend out of the house. “everything’s fine. my boyfriend is here; i’m okay.” you state, sitting on the wall outside of your home; shivering a little in the cold air. bradley drapes his jacket over your shoulders, rubbing your arms as arno wiggles to get out of your grasp. you carefully put arno down on the wall, keeping a hand on his side so he didn’t wander nor fall. “they want to talk to you brad.” you mutter, offering your phone.

bradley nods, taking the phone. “hello?” he greets, and the operator immediately responds. “hello, sir. are you bradley?” she asks, and he nods a bit stupidly considering she couldn’t see him. “yeah, i’m bradley.” he replies, and he hears some typing. “can you confirm what happened tonight?” the operator asks, and he subconsciously wraps his arm around you when you rub at your watery eyes, rubbing your arm to soothe you. “yeah, of course. i was at the bar with some of my colleagues when i got a call about 10 to maybe 15 minutes ago from my girlfriend saying there were people inside our house, i came home and scared one off; the other is knocked out in our bedroom.” he explains, watching arno sniff around the edge of the wall. “how did you get home?” she asks, and he nods again. “i ran. it’s about five blocks from the bar. i didn’t drink much so it wasn’t too bad.” bradley recounts how many drinks he had, he only had a whiskey and coke and two shots.

you sniffle a little, leaning into bradley as he continues to answer the operator’s question. your body absorbs his warmth, yet you still shiver under his jacket. his arm tightens around your shoulders, squeezing you closer. sirens signal the police’s arrival, and he’s able to hang up now that the operator’s job was done. “c’mere, pumpkin i’ve got you. are you hurt?” bradley asks, cradling your tear-stained face. “no..” you mumble, cuddling into his chest. “i’m so glad you’re here.” you sniffle. bradley nods. “i’ll always be here for you, baby girl. always.” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

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dietmountaindewb8by · 4 months

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Chapter One

Into the Abyss

warnings: five just being kinda crazy, herb not being as nice a guy as you might assume

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Five was very loud when he wanted to be, he realized as he walked through the winding halls of The Commission, watching his employees cower and duck their heads into their files or pretend to fix their clothes.

None of that mattered then, however. He reached into his pocket for that very familiar key that he had used every single day he had been in The Commission. The key to the Infinite Switchboard.

Just so he could see your face again, even for a moment. Maybe even find you if he could.

Sometimes he would come across old memories and dive into them. Oh, how beautiful you were. How you smiled and how you laughed and how you were always so kind. To him and to everyone.

His beautiful, beautiful girl. An angel among demons that crawled beneath her feet–he was a demon that would crawl beneath her feet anyway. A devil cast to the deepest pits of hell searching for that which could bring him salvation, if only for a moment.

Five Hargreeves wanted nothing more than to hold you to his chest, to tuck you into his arms safe and sound and never let you out again. Because his arms were where you belonged–where you still do belong. They were wide open for the ghost of you, gates to a rotting manor that only welcomed its original owner.

You could rip his heart from his chest and he would forgive you in a heartbeat.

The door creaked open and he quickly locked it behind him. The only other person with a key was Herb, and he wouldn’t dare disturb the owner of the Commission in his incredibly important research.

Even if that research wasn’t important to the company, per se. It was important to him. And if it was important to him then surely the world would fall apart if it wasn’t completed.

I would tear it apart if I couldn’t reach this at the very least, he thought, sitting down in the very same chair he did every day, flipping on the switch that reintroduced him to his sins, to what he needed to do.

Your smiling face greeted him, and for a second–just as always–he smiled back. He turned a dial beneath his right finger, looking back to the dreaded day he lost you.

November 22, 1963 was a day to behold, that was for sure. It was brighter than usual, not one cloud lingering in the sky and the sun blared down upon the mild Texas landscape.

His gun was aimed for where the president would ride by as you sat beside him, picking at the grass.

“Be careful, Sweetheart,” he said, and you looked up at him for a moment, eyes void. “You’ll ruin your sundress.”

“I think the sundress is the least of our worries today, Five.”

He sighed. “You’re not wrong.”

Five minutes later amidst the chaos that was taking place on the other side of the fence, he took your hand and brought it to his lips before diving through the hole he had ripped in the time-space continuum.

And then you were gone, stolen from him by the cruel fingers of time.

Five jumped when a knock on the door sounded, his fingers flying to the knife he had stuffed in his pocket at all times.

“Mr. Hargreeves?” Herb called. “Sir?”

Five sighed, dropping his knife before gliding the chair over to the door, unlocking it. “Come in, Herb.”

Herb stepped in through the door before staring at the mess that had become the Infinite Switchboard. Papers were scattered everywhere–some with half-drawn faces, others with numbers and symbols he could only begin to understand. And then there was Five; clean shaven as always, but his eyes held something either dead or dangerously alive.

Either way, he knew there was nothing but trouble to be had with Five Hargreeves.

Nothing but trouble.

“Mr. Hargreeves,” Herb said, watching Five return to his pages, “what are you doing?”

“Nothing, Herb.”

Herb’s eyes flicked to the screen, to you. You in the yellow sundress. You who had cried in Dot’s arms one too many times to count.

You who had successfully escaped Five Hargreeves and fallen into a new hell.

“Trying to find her, Sir?” Herb said with a chuckle.

Five’s jaw ticked before he turned to the smaller man. “You have something to say, Herb? Something funny?”

“Nothing at all, Sir.” He shrugged, before taking a shaky step away from the man. “Just that you’ve been looking so hard and her files have been with us all along.”

Five’s heart jumped. He dove for Herb, taking him by the lapel of his jacket and pulling him up to eye level.

“Herb,” he said sweetly. “Old friend. Tell me where the fuck those files are.”

Herb gulped. “We have them all. We watch them on Friday nights. They’re quite entertaining–I’ve never seen anything quite like it.”

“I want them. I want them all–and whenever a new one comes in, I want that too. I’ll decide if they’re entertaining or not.”

“Of course,” Herb whispered before being thrown to the ground, scampering out of the room as soon as he could.

And for the first time in a long time, Five smiled.

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theidiotwhowritesthings · 1 year

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Howdy, so I don't know if you have seen The Last of Us, but if you have, you know the scene where Joel saves Ellie from the hospital and he just ploughs through everyone and its like wow -///-

I just think it would be a really cool like drabble if this was a Din x reader fic? Only if you wanted to write it though!! Also I'm so happy that I'm on your taglist for inevitable because I jump to read it every time that I see that I've been tagged, it has me in a chokehold and the way that you write the reader is so damn good.

Your writing is something that brings comfort to me every week, and the way you interact and talk to your followers is so sweet. I love coming back from a stressful day to sit down somewhere comfortable to enjoy your work.

Anyways thanks for reading this ramble of an ask and I hope that you're doing well :)

[a/n]: combining some stuff here! this is for the anon who asked for this scene AND for @cockscombkingdom who asked for a fic in Din's POV where he takes care of reader and keeps her safe. I started with the plan to make this very sweet and fluffy and I'm not gonna lie a little darkness seeped into it. my bad.

also in case it isn't abundantly clear i am a joel miller apologist thx

Din Djarin x Female!Reader

Warnings: Violence, death, injuries, mild dark!din (if you squint and/or have a problem with murder)

Word Count: 1,440

Summary: You were selfless. You gave and you gave and you gave. The universe planned to only take more, but Din Djarin would be damned if he let it.

LOOK FOR THE LIGHT

"you'd just come after her." -Joel Miller (TLOU)

Din was worried about you. He was always worried about you because you were always on his mind. It couldn’t be helped. Somebody had to because it seemed like you were perpetually too worried about everyone else. Din admired that about you. He always had. You went out of your way to help anyone and everyone who approached. You had a heart that was always willing to give, and it left you too little to use for yourself.

When the two of you first began traveling together, he noticed that about you. Sometimes you’d get so preoccupied watching Grogu you’d forget to eat. Peli had once put you to work, organizing her tools as part of the payment to fix the Razor Crest, and you had been so focused on getting the work done well that you had taken no breaks and ended up dehydrated and weak under Tatooine’s hot suns. It’s why the mission he was delivering you to made such simple sense to him. You were special, is what you told him. Din knew you were special, felt it, but it was for very different reasons. According to you, there was something in your blood, some type of cell, that could cure a lot of people of some terrible, terrible disease spreading through a world in the Outer Rim.

Din tried to keep his distance from you. Tried to not get attached. But you were so selfless, that it naturally brought out his protective side. He couldn't help but care for you, but caring for you as a responsibility had quickly turned to loving you along the way. Din didn’t know a lot about love. Didn’t have much experience with it, lust was easier to grasp, and that left him confused most of the time. Din had no idea how to express what he felt for you, how to explain it in words, so he did the only thing he could do. Din took care of you. Kept you safe when he stopped to pick up quarries, made sure you remembered to eat and drink water, reminded you to go to bed and when you would eventually forget anyways he’d carry you there himself. Din didn't know what love was supposed to feel like, but what he did know was that being without you made his heart physically ache and protecting you brought him happiness.

Maybe that’s all he needed to know.

‘It’ll be okay.’ You had promised him with a smile that made your features glow. ‘Shouldn’t take long.’

That had been hours ago. Din delivered you to the medical facility as he had been hired, but when you hadn’t come back out he sought after you. It’s why he now sat in a small room, Imperials flanking the door, as he simmered in disdain. Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong.

“Mandalorian.” A man stepped into the room. A doctor from the looks of it with thin, round rimmed glasses. The name ‘Pershing’ pinned to his lapel. Din stayed silent. “I was under the impression that you had been paid. Was there an issue?”

“No.” Din replied. “Where is she?”

Dr. Pershing paused and shook his head as if confused. Din tilted his head a bit, an obvious threat in body language, and the doctor was smart enough to realize this. He nervously cleared his throat. “She is being prepared for her operation.” Din narrowed his eyes in confusion. You told him they’d just need your blood. “There is no reason for you to stay.”

“I promised her a ride back.”

There was a tense silence that filled the room at his words. Din watched the doctor squirm where he stood and he needed no further clarification. He shoved up from the table, prepared for a fight, when the Imperials leveled their own weapons at him before he could reach his blaster.

Dr. Pershing held his hands up in a placating manner. “She will be a hero. After we drain her of all her blood, we can make a cure. There’s a 65% chance this will work and save the people of this world.” Din was fuming under his armor. Drain your blood? They were going to kill you. They were going to kill you for something that only had a 65% chance of even working. “She will not be in pain! She’s been put under! She will not feel a thing, and we did not scare her with the news.” Din staggered back as if he had been physically hit. Was this man saying… Dr. Pershing confirmed Din’s thoughts. “We did not tell her this would kill her. We spared her that misery. She went under anesthesia peacefully.”

The words echoed in Din’s head loudly. As if a bomb had gone off right beside him and left him deaf and blind. He walked on autopilot as the Imperials escorted him through the building toward the exit. They were going to kill you. They were going to kill you for a shot in the dark cure. Din was literally paces to the door when his boots stilled. The Imperials shoved him, tried to get him to move, threatened to shoot him, and then Din snapped.

With the practiced precision of a bounty hunter and Mandalorian who spent most of his life in a fight, Din spun and cut down the Imperials in one swift movement. The darksaber glowed angry in his hands, casting threatening shadows down the hall. Never before had the sword worked so well for him, but as Din marched through the facility it was practically an extension of himself. Blaster fire pinged off his beskar and he did not hesitate. If a person stepped into his path he eliminated them. Cold. Ruthless. A predator. Din stalked the medical facility searching for you, and he left a wake of death and destruction in his path.

When he finally caught sight of you, through a window into some kind of clean room. Din felt his heart flutter in his chest. The first twinge of emotion since starting this rampage. It was a reminder of why he was doing this. A reminder that his actions were necessary.

Din stormed into the room, his eyes not leaving your unconscious form as you laid on a table in a hospital gown. The staff in the room panicked in a flurry, and one of them⏤ maybe the doctor maybe a nurse, Din didn’t even register who the kriff it was⏤ rushed him in a poor attempt to stop this onslaught. Din cut them down without blinking. Without taking his eyes off of you. The second you were in his arms, Din felt marginally settled. He wasn’t going to lose you, couldn’t lose you. Din had sworn to himself that he’d take care of you, it was all he knew how to do, and he wasn’t going to stop for the sake of anyone.

Not even the sake of a world.

As Din carried you out of the building it occurred to him that he may be dooming an entire population of people. This world’s chances of survival were dropping from 65% to 0%. He knew that he should care. He knew that this information should bother him. That it should make his steps more hesitant and make his chest ache in indecision, but it didn’t. His choice had never been more clear to him. It was either this world or you. Din was choosing you. He’d always choose you.

When back on the ship, Din had only carried you a few steps when gasping could be heard. He turned around to see Dr. Pershing at the end of the ramp holding a blaster at him. The man was breathing hard, face red, as if he had sprinted all the way here to stop this from happening. Din had to admire his dedication. The man believed in this cause so much he was willing to go head to head with a Mandalorian who had just single handedly cleared out a medical facility.

“I can’t let you do this.” Dr. Pershing snapped. “You’re dooming this world if you take her!”

A blaster fired. Dr. Pershing stumbled back, a hole in his chest, and Din held his blaster firm in his hand. Your legs draped over that arm had hidden his weapon well. A strangled gasp left the man’s lips and he collapsed into a motionless pile. Din shook his head, responding to a dead man’s words, “I don’t care.”

Din would protect you under any and all circumstances.

Was that love?

#the mandalorian #din djarin #din djarin x you #din djarin x reader #dark!din djarin #sort of #if you squint #the last of us #joel miller inspired #mando x reader #mando x you #mandalorian fanfic #mandalorian x you #mandalorian x reader #female reader #reader insert

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plasticfangtastic · 8 months

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american royalty. ch. 2

A Homelander x F!reader fanfic.

a/n: will post ch. 3 this week but sadly my other fic will be posted next week, enjoy this slow burn dadlander fic, and thx u to all the readers. prev. chapter:

Sypnosis: Homelander never wanted to remember you, but after welcoming Ryan into his life, he thought of you & the lie that tore you two apart. Now... thinking back, thinking of your betrayal-- was he perhaps wrong about who the father of your unborn child was? Did you perhaps told the truth all those years ago?

Tags: mild gore, angst, lots of angst, slow burn, fluff, OC characther, child neglect, dadlander, romance.

Chapter Two

Red

It had been a very long day, business was booming nowadays and since that influencer had made a couple videos on your pizzeria, you had been more than just busy, you began to run out of ingredients.

In the last four years, the restaurant had grown, it had been there since 2002 ran by your boss’s father and his brother, who had ran their own pizza shop since the 80’s but as the economy and other events hit, they had decided to relocate and re-brand, now managed by their son– a man you owed so much, had his heart not been filled with kindness you would most likely be in the streets. So you made sure his restaurant was the best, you had accolades, you’ve worked in some of the best restaurants, you were once a very prominent fast rising figure of the New York culinary scene– until Homelander came along.

Your talent revamped the restaurant and now your food was once again on the spotlight, for the first time since you left Vought, you were happy with yourself, even if it was pizza. Cooking made you happy, and this job needed you, you didn’t live in fear of sleeping in your car anymore, you didn’t need to worry that your daughter would sleep on somebody’s couch again, you were able to quit your third job and go casual on your second thanks to this place, right now you didn’t live in the best of places but you were saving up and in a couple months you’d have enough money saved up to move, and send your daughter to a better school, somewhere were her talents wouldn’t be wasted.

So here you were ten minutes before closing, another extra couple hours of overtime for your dream two bedroom apartment, where it would be safe for her, where you could finally feel like your life had moved on from him, that the door opened up and your cashier squealed.

It was a quaint looking restaurant, the wood seating was new and the wall decor had been changed trying to look less cluttered, with Art Deco lighting fixtures as the stand out feature. The place had been remodeled recently it seems, the kitchen and its big brick oven looked clean but ancient to Homelander, he stared at the menu board and metal boxes of accouterments by the counters, taking in that this was in fact a pizza place, that you of all people did in fact work at a pizza place. You who could whip up amazing fare, now made greasy cheap slices, but he had seen people come in and leave endlessly these past few days, people taking selfies, and recording themselves with your food, nothing he understood.

He looked back at the teenager on the counter offering his signature smile as she blubbered her script, then as you took a step closer knowing you couldn’t hide in this open kitchen you finally looked at each other for the first time in seven years.

Your throat collapsed and your whole body became prickly and tight, your heart was beating so fast you thought you might be having a heart attack, you looked at the clock cursing that it wasn’t over, you were almost done packing the kitchen and readying for tomorrow, having a customer at this hour was awful but having him here was about to take you to an early grave.

“What’s your best seller?” Homelander muttered looking straight at you with an aloof stare, then back at the cashier– is pizza night at my house, sorry for coming so late hope that’s not a problem?” he said exceedingly politely.

The teenager blushed and looked back at you as if asking you to pinch her.

“That would be our pepperoni queen– is two types of cheese, extra pepperoni, with our signature house made marinara, with a dash of vodka sauce in our sourdough thin crust… chili oil is optional” You had managed to say trying to ignore those piercing blue eyes, you moved back to your place staring at the few remaining trays of dough balls left– our second best seller is our chicken florentine pie.”

Homelander admittedly detested pizza, it was greasy, gooey and heavy, it was fattening and gross, but there was a familiar aroma in the room, something that was making his mouth water lightly. Looking back at the girl, he ordered both in their smallest size offered, he sat by one of the wooden booths for the ten minutes he was told to wait, and not once did he made a comment, maybe that’s why your heart stung so much, why it felt as if you were about to collapse– that after seven years, he had completely forgotten about you, while only now did you began to feel as if you could heal from all the suffering he’d cause you, how insignificant had you been all along, how you love never registered.

You both had talked of moving in together and buying a home, he wanted to buy you a restaurant, and you wanted to give him your life, you had never loved somebody as much as he made you love him, and now you were just some bum wearing a graphic t-shirt making him dinner.

You packed his food, your boss Kaleem had given him extras on the house, practically begging for Homelander to give them a photo for their socials and you simply stare as he did his superhero thing, you took one of the delivery bags knowing he would lose the food if he flew with them in hand.

After the photoshoot, Kaleem and your cashier had run to the back to show the picture to the only other staffer left at this hour.

You both looked at each other as he took the bag off your hands, you wanted to cry, your eyes welling up but you looked down afraid of him, no doubt he could hear your heartbeat tickling his ear.

“It's been a while hasn’t it?”

You could’ve collapsed into tears right then and there, it was worse to be remembered.

Growing angry at the sound of his soft voice, and that concerned expression in his face.

“Yes…”

“How you been? Didn’t think I'd ever see you again.”

“Should’ve killed me back then… got fucking close to it tho.” You dropped all pleasantries, hearing him talk and not hearing the word sorry 5 seconds in, had infuriated you. His stupid face, those stupid eyes, and that clown suit was too much for you, maybe it was the poor diet and lack of sleep but right now you wanted to ban him from Lucci’s– hope you enjoy the food.”

You pushed the bag jumping from the kitchen to the front as you headed for the door, holding it open for him.

“I’m doing alright. Now leave!”

“You don’t even want to know why I'm here?” he was taken aback by your brashness, you had always been sweet to him, tender, barely ever angry before, so why now?

“You got a little kid now, I gather like any other kid, he likes pizza… and good for him because mine is the best!”

“Not really… I actually wanted to see you. I… I just wanted to ask you something–

“Mother!!”

Your daughter emerged from the depths of the kitchen, she carried a kindle in one hand and a giftcard in the other.

“Is it okay if I use my present now? They got some books on sale and you said not to buy more books until I finished… oh…”

In the light and in front of him, your daughter truly looked like your mirror image, copy and pasted into a miniature. Her hair just past her chin, and her bangs indeed covered her eyes, peeking behind those curtains were the prettiest blue eyes he’d ever seen, there was no unnatural shine to them– just blue. Her lips so thin and her complexion just a tad paler than your own now that he gave it a proper look, she was so small-- too small for her age.

“Is okay honey, is your birthday you can get any books you want” Your tone shifted entirely lowering yourself to take her face and plant a quick peck on her cheek– now go back with uncle Kaleem and let mommy close shop, okay? We’ll go home in a minute.”

“Is it your birthday young lady? Congratulations.”

Homelander threw his best smile, giving the kid a cautious pet, catching the rage in your eyes as his gloved fingers touched your daughter.

“Thanks. Is not a milestone birthday so it is not worthy of congratulations… seems inane to celebrate it” she looked at her mother with a jaded expression– " I'll go get my bag, have a good night, sir.”

Homelander pressed his lip as the most deadpan voice came out of this little girl. Her oversized black sweater and the black tights made her look oddly unhappy, but the kid just stared at him with boredom, no surprise or interest when she stood next to America's favorite son.

He wondered if that was an adult or a seven year old for a second.

He worried if the kid had told his mother about that other night, but looking back at you he went with 'maybe'.

“What’s your name?” he asked, still forcing a smile– "my… you seem like a smart girl getting books for your birthday.”

“Helena.”

The kid couldn’t muster the energy to give him anything but her dead ass voice, she began to walk away not caring for manners, nor Homelander.

“She’s… cute.” he said watching that tiny figure walk away and surviving after her second nsult– great pronunciation for her age, does she even know what she’s saying?”

“Helena is not like other kids.”

“How so?”

You looked at him more tired than anything, rubbing your temples as you made yourself waste spit to talk to him.

“She’s a Supe… by the time she was two she could speak in full sentences, by three she could read at a first and second grade level, and by five she was teaching herself calculus and piano… she’s a genius; I thought she was a normal genius until… her other powers manifested– none of this matters! Just go!” You shook your head in frustration.

“You gave her V?” He said while staring at Helena.

“... I didn’t know what V was until the news broke out, I thought Helena was chosen by God! That the world blessed her with those powers, but when that story came out I’ve been wanting to ask you– did you give her V? but… if you didn’t… who… are you lying to me, John?”

Homelander looked past the concrete walls looking back at that little girl, he didn’t know what to say or do, before you could utter another word he left.

Ryan nose picked the meal quickly, glad that it was friday and his dad would let him stay up ‘til late, Homelander just dropped the meal on their new table and the kid was quick on his feet, the food was still warm, only now did Homelander noticed the extras, couple of small containers holding chili oil and freshly made ranch, garlic knots and a lemon meringue pie, it was too much but Ryan hadn’t hesitated to dig in, before Homelander could ask him to wash his hands he had ripped a slice of pepperoni.

“This is so good!” He said so cheerfully– gosh I was starving, dad.”

“I sure hope so, bud… let’s leave the pie for tomorrow…” he looked grossed out, Ryan sat opening up the garlic knot’s containers– not gonna eat?”

Homelander sat down to join him, the thought of touching all those greasy surfaces was making his stomach hurl, but he relented, taking a slice.

He was young again, and you were there coming back with some drinks as he ate your chicken florentine, this was the same recipe, the chicken was so juicy and the cheese wasn’t greasy. Ryan was shocked to see his father sound so happy as he took another bite.

It was the first time they both ate together where they felt completely comfortable with each other, maybe it was seeing Ryan not pick at his food that made Homelander able to just talk, Ryan told him all about his homework, and the videogame he was playing, he really liked Fifa at the moment even if he himself cared not for the sport.

Helena watched as her mother stood silently hovering above the sink, you hadn’t moved much for a couple of minutes, your daughter more annoyed than anything else regarding this display.

“How do you know Homelander?” she asked with a yawn.

“Huh?” you woke up from your trance– you should be in bed, darling.”

“You too. So… How do you know the clown?”

“Honey, don't say that!”

“He walks around wearing a onesie all day… like a clown… like the rest of those super clowns”

Your daughter always spoke with a creepy maturity, her voice didn’t belong to a kid.

“... He used to be my boss… he was a really bad boss…”

“You used to work for Vought?” She softened her stand.

“Honey… I don’t really want to talk about this… it's late and we are going to the museum tomorrow so you should get some sleep, mommy is just tired… hope you had a good birthday.”

“You should rest too, mother.”

Your daughter's eyes glowed momentarily turning th blinkers off before she made her way to bed, you stared at her door, thinking if she could see you.

No mother should think their child was creepy, Helena was just difficult and abrasive, to be a small kid with her brain must be unbearable. You could recall the moment she asked you about V so vividly, she looked angry, but you had no honest answer to give her, you had to lie, god knows if you got the details right about how these people committed these crimes. Helena simply had no ability to relate to people, and without the funds you couldn’t help her meet her potential, not while you were both stuck living in public housing, not while scraping every penny.

Her few friends forced her to dumb down and even they found her uneasy, only the old people seemed to handle her best, she loved to listen, and her teachers always thought of her as a delight, yet she knew no other Supe beside herself, those pageants were expensive, and networking meetings were hard to get in, talent agencies were costly– having a super-abled kid and trying to make them into a Supe was locked behind a massive paywall, all you could hope was that her genius would let her enter a university early on scholarships.

There was always Godolkin, but god knows if they would let her enter at a young age.

It would be easy if her father was involved, if John was there in her life, she would have the world but he didn’t want her, he had made that clear years ago.

So why did he lie about the V?

It had been two weeks since you seen Homelander, but he saw you a lot, he'd come back and forth-- watching you and the child with ardent curiosity, seeing you made him reminisce, of those many nights and afternoons, of the way no matter how tired you were, you always made sure to look happy when he showed up, the way you looked so at peace while cooking, of the feel of your skin against his and the taste of your precious lips as you kissed him good morning.

He followed you, on your only day off as you took Helena around the city, watching you share a slice of overprice cake while taking notes, and ate cheap chinese for lunch, you waited for two hours as Helena played chess and checkers with some oldies at a chess shop, some russian man gave her lessons-- some of these people dressed nicely perhaps pros. Some won over her and some lost but the games were quick, your daughter seemed happier when she loss than when winning.

Something about that didn’t sit well with Homelander.

Somehow he found himself in your apartment, cracking open the window to sneak in while you headed back home– the tiny apartment felt more like a closet than a habitable space, the ceilign was run down, and the appliances ancient but well kept, your bedroom was simple, cooking books and boxes sat on top of your dressers, a single’s bed with plush comforters and pillows stuck against the wall, with a wardrobe in front of it, and a cheap fan tucked in the corner. He left for your daughter’s room just a few feet away divided by the bathroom were most of the clutter and laundry lived, her bedroom was just as plain, but the books didn’t seem fit for a small child, her desk tidy and organized, he picked up a notebook from the pile, seeing math equations that hurt his eyes within seconds. All her stuff were nice and new, she had a decent computer on top of her bed, an old dresser, but there was an absence of toys– compared to Ryan’s bedroom that was filled with anything he wanted and decorated expertly. A clock adorned her walls but not much else, the few things that looked messy was a tiny plastic chess set, the kind with magnets on the bottom, and some DIY stem kits.

He took to the bathroom, it was old and falling apart, mold was growing in the corner much to Homelander’s disgust, trolley held dozens of beauty stuff and shampoos and detergents, a shelf on the wall held towels and toilet rolls. Homelander looked at a sparkly hairbrush, picking a couple strands of lost hair knowing by their lengths and color that they weren’t yours, and cursing himself for doing this as he place them on small plastic bag he had hid in his glove.

#homelander #homelander fanfiction #homelander x you #homelander x reader #the boys fanfiction #personal #my fic tag #not proofread sorry #american royalty #already got 2 more chapters done for this hope yall like it #I really like slow burn stories #my natural enemy is the short story it seems #homelader x f!reader #dadlander #the boys oc

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theres-an-endless-starry-sky · 3 months

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Just a little something I thought of, don’t know if it counts as a microfic... I've never done one before... Its slightly... long???? I think I'm suppose to tag @jegulus-microfic ? Sorry if thats wrong!!! lemme know what you think! (ill probably post this on ao3 actually.... maybe an extended version?? lemme know??)

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The wedding was loud as guests swung around the large dance floor. Regulus avoided them, moving to the side of the room, a cup grasp in his hand.

It was the wedding a cousin of James, who's name entirely escaped Regulus even now after hearing it several times. James himself was off dancing somewhere in the middle of the crowd, every now and again Regulus would catch a glimpse of him either spinning or being spun by some one.

It didn't bother Regulus as much as James thought it would have when he had asked, but in all honestly, Regulus wasn't big on dancing. Besides the only dances he really knew were the more traditional ones which would stick out like a sore thumb here and really didn't fit the beat.

"Having fun?"

Whipping around, wine nearly sloshing over the rim of his glass, Regulus came face to face with Euphemia Potter. The current Matriarch of the Potter family, Lady Potter and James' Mother.

They spoke often, so Regulus let the true easy smile he saved for people he actually liked fall across his face, replacing the look of mild interest he held before.

"Ah, yes. It's a lovely event."

"Good, I'm glad you're enjoying it." Euphemia's eyes shone with something that Regulus couldn't quiet identify as she looked between Regulus and her son, who was, by now, loudly singing along to the song while spinning around with yet another cousin.

They stood there for a moment, both sipping their respective drinks as Fleamont joined his son in the impromptu karaoke, along with a few other guests. Bending over their wands while they yelled the lyrics, while others clapped along to the accompanying music.

"When you and James get married, I think it may be best to get some dance lessons before hand." Regulus choked on his wine. Marriage wasn't something that had even come up in conversation before, not seriously at least. And defiently when Sirius wasn't around.

He knew that eventually James did want to get married, he had mentioned it in passing before. But for Regulus, the thought of getting married made him... not ill, but defiently not bursting at the seems with joy.

He loved James. And would love him forever. He could stay with him until his death and he would be happy, but the idea of actually 'tying the knot' was something that made his throat close over.

Something else stood out in Euphemia's words however, and it was better to focus on that than the thought of marriage right now.

"When?"

Smiling at him, Euphemia placed a hand on Regulus' arm and spoke;

"Of course when. The stars in you twos eyes are more than enough to fill the night sky."

A pause as a thought occurred to her;

"At least twice over at that."

Taking a sip from her own glass, she nodded to herself before motioning to Fleamont who had just fallen over trying to dance, though Regulus wouldn't call it that.

"I better go see if he's alright."

Calling over her shoulder, "Stay safe, dear!", before vanishing into the now huddling crowd leaving Regulus alone with his half filled wine glass.

When.

James, in an attempt to distract from his fathers fall was now attempting the same move his father had just fallen from. Smiling, Regulus took another sip as the sounds of laughter echoed through the room.

Maybe he didn't mind the thought of marriage after all.

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kqulitz · 11 months

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HEYHEYHEYYY

Idk if you do asks,but i like your writing style!

Sooo imma shoot my shot!

Could you maybe write a bill x reader(fem)

Where they are going to the hotel him and the guys stay but while they walk(only bill and reader) guys keep catcalling reader and at some point one grabs her (chose were) and he looses his shit and bill starts punching tge guy and then reader calms him down and then they get inside and cuddle?...

(Idk if its something too detalied so if it is just change it as long as it is with bill lol 😂)

protection

bill kaulitz x reader

summary: your boyfriend protects you after you get hassled in public.

tags: established relationship, protective! bill, catcalling, verbal harassment, reader’s ass does get grabbed, physical fights, piggyback rides, bill being a bit moody after but he gets over it :), the teeniest tiniest smidge of angst but with comfort, fluff!!

a/n: my asks aren’t open rn but i love this too much so i might as well open them lol and aaah i actually love this request (and ur ask is fine dw!!)

tw: (sexual?) assault (reader’s ass gets grabbed), mild violence

lowercase intended :)

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your giggles echo down the empty street, making your boyfriend grin wider. he loves making you laugh. you’re hand in hand with bill after deciding to go out for a walk to soothe the nerves of being on tour. bill’s hand is warm in yours, your palm sweats slightly but you don’t mind. “why are we walking anyway?” you ask, looking at him. “what? you want a piggyback ride instead?” he teases with a grin. “if you’re offering.” you joke, moving your hand so you could link arms with him. bill holds your arm even closer. “i just thought it would be nice to have a walk before we have to hit the road again.” he tells you.

a group of people catch your eye, yet you don’t give them too much attention. “maybe we can stop in a store and get some snacks for the others.” you suggest, squeezing bill’s arm a little tighter. walking late at night was always nerve-racking, yet you felt safe, you had bill after all. “good idea babe.” bill smiles at you, you reciprocate it. “hey, mädchen!” (hey, girl) a man shouts from across the street. you both glance in the direction of the group, you already feel a bit uncomfortable. “ignore them.” you mutter to bill, who nods. “dump that freak and come hang out with us!” another yells. you can hear their footsteps. bill squeezes your arm protectively, trying to get you to walk a bit faster.

“c’mon, girlie, don’t be like that.” one of the men goes to grab your arm, yet bill hits it away. “leave her alone.” your boyfriend moves you to the other side of the path, shielding you from the guy. “what, you her boyfriend?” he snarks. “i am, actually. now fuck off.” normally hearing this would make sleazy men turn away, yet these guys are persistent. “c’mon bill, let’s just go.” you mumble, feeling a little sick at the interactions. bill’s eyes soften as he looks at you, leading you away from the other guys. a hand grabs a handful of your ass, scrunching your skirt, making you gasp and immediately turn to smack the stranger’s hand away. you feel absolutely humiliated and gross, and as you go to grab bill’s hand to run to the nearest shop he spins around, punching the guy.

“bill-!” you yelp, grabbing his arm. you can’t count how many punches bill had got on the guy, but the stranger stumbles back at the force of them, almost falling as he cradles his jaw where the first attack had landed. “c’mon man, she’s not worth it.” his friend glares at bill, who glares back; ready to swing again if he has to. the three men leave, and you sigh. “you didn’t have to do that.” you grumble, walking ahead. bill furrows his brows. “what? he grabbed you! what did you want me to do? let you get grabbed?!” bill argues, following you into a store. you hush him softly as to not disturb any people inside the shop. bill broods quietly, clenching and unclenching his fists as he tries to calm himself.

you silently grab whatever snacks and drinks you see before approaching the counter, ignoring how bill shuffles behind you. “bist du in ordnung?” (are you okay?) the woman behind the counter asks, scanning your stuff for you. “ja, danke, es war eine seltsame nacht.” (yes thank you, it’s just been a weird night.) you reply with a small smile. she rings you up, bidding you and bill farewell as you both leave the store. “i’ll carry it for you.” he mumbles, grasping the bag gently. “i think you’ve done enough for tonight.” you sigh, yet the bag slips from your hand into his. bill frowns, yet doesn’t say anything else. you walk back to the hotel with him, yet bill eventually stops you around a block away. “what?” you ask, voice quite soft considering you were upset. “c’mere.” he turns, gesturing for you to get on his back. you can’t help the smile on your lips as you hop onto your boyfriend’s back, legs wrapping around his hips as his slender hands support your thighs.

bill carries you the rest of the way, thumbs gently stroking your outer thighs. you hug his shoulders, resting your head against his as you let your eyes close. it had been a long day and you couldn’t wait to get into your hotel room and relax. stepping into the lobby, bill finally lets you down off his back, turning and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “c’mon.” you fish the room key out of your pocket, leading bill to your hotel room. opening the door, you step inside, sighing softly. tom’s head rises from his pillow to look at the two of you. “you look like shit, bill.” he teases. “shut up.” your boyfriend sighs, flopping onto one of the beds. “shoes.” you tap bill’s leg in passing, making him sigh and sit up to undo his sneakers. “you brought snacks?” tom asks, sitting up in his bed. “yeah. where’s gustav and georg? i brought them stuff too?” you ask the other twin, who gestures to the door. “they got tired and went back to their room.” he replies as he helps you unpack some snacks.

“bill, can you be a babe and go give these to the boys for me?” you ask softly, fluttering your lashes a little. bill mulls it over for a second. “fine.” he stands, accepting the bag from you. “thanks babe.” you reply, turning away before he can kiss you. bill frowns a little, catching his brother’s eye over your shoulder as you sit beside tom, taking off your shoes as you get comfortable on the bed. tom shrugs, and so bill leaves. “did something happen?” tom nudges you gently. “no… kinda..?” you sigh, opening a drink. “what did he do?” he asks. “nothing… i just… i’ll tell you tomorrow, okay?” you mutter, glancing up at the door as bill comes back in. he’s silent as he gets into the bed the two of you were meant to share. “you’re not gonna be with him tonight?” tom whispers, you shrug. “i dunno…” you respond, voice equally hushed. bill furrows his brows, a pout on his lips. you hated seeing him upset.

the other twin glances between the two of you, realising how thick the tension was. “i’m gonna go shower..!” tom announces as he stands, stretching his arms overhead. “alright.” you reply, grabbing yours and bill’s share of the snacks as you move over to the other bed. bill barely glances at you as tom goes into the bathroom, giving you both privacy. you curl your arms around bill, resting your head on his shoulder. “you didn’t have to do that tonight.” you tell him, kissing his jaw gently. “i know… just- him grabbing you really pissed me off, i had to.” bill engulfs you in a big hug, burying his face into your hair. “well we’re back now, it’s over, okay?” you respond, letting him kiss your forehead gently. “are you mad at me?” bill asks anxiously.

“no… i was just upset at the fact you could of gotten hurt because of me…” you admit, curling closer. bill scoffs. “that’s the least of my worries. i’d rather go to jail than let a guy grab you like that.” you hit his chest gently. “you’re not going to jail..!” you scold half-heartedly. bill exhales slowly through his nose, it gently fans against your face. “yeah, sorry… i shouldn’t of freaked out.” bill sighs. “i’m mainly worried that someone caught you hitting that guy on camera- it could ruin you.” you frown, cuddling closer. “the street was absolutely dead, baby. no one saw us other than those guys.” bill points out. “fine… just don’t go punching guys in public on my behalf.” you reply, half joking. “i can make no promises, baby.” he smiles, stealing a kiss.

tom comes back from his shower, hair damp and fresh clothes on. he smiles at the sight of the two of you curled up together. “made up?” he jests, getting into his own bed. “mhm.” bill hums lowly, too busy relishing your cuddles to respond properly. “we’re fine, tom. don’t worry.” you smile, hand idly rubbing your boyfriend’s back. “good, i don’t wanna be on a tour when you two are upset at each other- it ruins the vibes on stage.” you roll your eyes. “that was one time, tom.” you reply, making the other twin laugh. “just don’t make it two.” tom teases, catching the pillow his brother throws at him. “whatever, tom.” bill sighs, kissing you gently. “and don’t fuck when i’m right here!” tom quips, this time you throw a pillow at him. tom laughs, surrendering as you both settle down again. “i’m keeping these, y’know?” tom states after a while. “okay, tom. goodnight.” bill rolls his eyes. “don’t tell me you two are going to bed early?” tom replies, leaning over a little. “no, we’re not. i think he’s just hoping you do.” you grin.

“you wound me..!” tom jokes, propping himself up on his elbow. “are you saying you don’t value my company?” he asks, a playful smile on his lips. “of course we do. every couple needs a third wheel.” you joke back, turning to look at tom. “hey..!” he gasps. bill can only laugh.

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boopshoops · 2 months

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Class to Class to Class to Class to...

[This takes place between chapters 4&5 of TCOAV]

Hahaha! Aaahhh... she hated it here.

Yuu skid to a halt in the middle of the hall, a smile forcefully painted on her face to maintain some semblance of civility.

Her breath caught in her lungs and she wiped sweat from her brow. With a quiet scoff of irritation, she opened the door:

"Safe~" She huffed under her breath. She felt the eyes of her classmates land on her. Again. It was a common occurrence now. Of course, barging into the classroom for the third day in a row was bound to catch some glances, but really? Even when she beat the bell, she still got glares? At LEAST say hello or something. What, did they want her to strike a pose? Do a little trick? Make Grim do a flip or something?

She had been gradually learning to simply return the stares. Make them more uncomfortable than she, then they go about leaving her alone.

This time she did a little twirl.

Her audience didn't clap.

"Pup!" Professor Crewel called out right as the bell drummed out its usual tune. The questionably devious teacher squinted at her, lip curling up in mild annoyance at her distraction, "Take your seat."

"Yes, yes, of course~" She hummed in her usual facade, appearing passive. C'mon now, it's not like she dropped into the splits now, did she? If anything, tell your students to maybe clap or cheer or something.

No no, instead of cheers, she could hear Ace's snickering getting louder as she approached. Deuce politely waved her over as usual, with Grim already awkwardly standing in his seat.

"You look like a mess," Ace commented with a snort, picking up on the obvious: sweat, fly away curls of hair in every which direction, her uniform jacket half heartedly tied around her waist. All the indications of her usual sprint across the entire school building.

Yes. That is correct. The entire school building.

Having Junior and Freshman classes back to back had its setbacks, certainly. One could say it even made her completely...fucking over it.

Either way, he was wrong. Given the circumstances, she knew she looked quite nice today. She was more put together, learning the way of the world, and that did wonders to amplify her confidence... even if the free for all run to Crewel's class still sparked a flame of anger. Her act dropped in front of the trio.

"You look more kickable today~" She hissed in a whispered response as she sat in her seat next to Grim, leaving her bag to hang off the back of the chair. The raccoon-cat-seal-monster-creature-thing only grumbled at her in acknowledgement, far too busy attempting to find out how to hold his pen without any thumbs.

"Yeah yeah, I'm soooo scared... prefect's getting their steps in recently. What, are you going to join track with Deuce?"

"Ace..." Deuce sighed, turning to look at Yuu from in between the bickering troublemakers, "Don't listen to that idiot. You weren't late today! That's great!"

A more sinister, smug grin plastered onto her face, "Thank you~ I know! It is quite great, isn't it~"

"It's the bare minimum," Ace piped back up with an equally evil smirk. The playful banter had quickly become the norm for them, she knew far well enough to not take any of Ace's insults seriously.

"Shut up," Yuu bit back with a sickeningly sweet glare, watching as Ace stuck his tongue out at her before Professor Crewel called them all to attention.

Right. School... what did he say they'd be studying today?

Blot?

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bloodfin · 4 months

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Rain Ghoul x Dewdrop Ghoul x Phantom Ghoul (plus some background polyghouls)

Rated: E for Explicit, 18+ only

Word Count: 4.347

Summary: Dew spills some wine on Rain's pretty moonrise outfit; shenanigans ensue

Pronoun tags for this fic: She/Her Rain, He/Him Dewdrop, He/They Phantom (everyone has a dick today)

Warnings: pre-existing relationships (and therefore pre-existing kink negotiations), ma'am kink, mommy kink, alcohol consumption, blood kink/drinking, spitting, aether is always a little stressed (and gets called daddy once), handjob, blowjob, anal fingering, spit as lube, anal sex, dumbification, come play, come eating, there is so much come, praise kink, knotting, breeding kink (very mild and only if you squint but just in case), horribly unreliable narrator, no beta we die like nihil; as is typical of my writing sensitive kink (mommy in this case) has been italicized and bolded for easy skipping - i know this isn't a kink for everyone, please keep yourself safe

Author’s Note: as always please mind the tags and don't read if anything squicks you out! i fear my brainrot is now terminal and i am making that everyone else's problem (sorry). if i missed a tag in the warnings or you think i should add something please let me know - i try and be thorough! enjoy, share what you can, and be well ~

additional disclaimer: this is about literal demons straight from hell and has absolutely nothing to do with the actual band members of Ghost, unless someone dyed themselves blue or gold and we all missed it

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Vernal equinox had passed, but the ghouls were still in celebration mode, the walls of the den overflowing with small paper flowers. The pink moon was due to rise - the first full moon of spring always cause for extra celebration. It was welcomed around the abbey by all members for ushering in growth and change, solidifying partnerships of all sorts.

Phantom, Aurora, and Dew decorated while Sunshine and Cirrus cooked, the den slowly filling with the warm smell of freshly baked bread. Mountain and Aether were arranging the plants to best receive the moon's energy, while Swiss and Cumulus worked on setting up a large nest in the center of the den.

The only one absent from the preparations was Rain, but her packmates were certain that she would come by when she was ready if she felt so called. Every moonrise was different, but this moon in particular had a strong effect on her. Sometimes the pull was so intense she would spend the evening at the bottom of the lake worshiping in her own way, or she would slink away with the other water ghouls of the abbey.

Today, however, she wanted to play with her pack, painting her face with a gentle pink blush and lipstick. It stood out beautifully against her navy-freckled teal skin, making her sharp teeth seem even brighter. She hummed at her reflection once she finished smudging her eyeliner, the red she put on the waterline bleeding into faded black. Predatory.

Rain was flicking through her closet when the smell of dinner wafted under her door, her ears flickering once they picked up on the sound of quiet laughter. She huffed, passing over dress after dress, jumpsuit after crop top, nothing feeling quite right or looking as powerful as the moon was making her feel. She was fiddling with her belly ring when her eyes landed on a small black skirt next to the laundry that she had been meaning to return. One more wear wouldn’t make her anymore late on giving the clothing back to its rightful owner, right?

“Perfect,” she smiled to herself, wriggling into the skintight black leather miniskirt, sporting a slit that left absolutely no thigh to the imagination. It hugged every part of her perfectly, highlighting where her cock was straining against a too small pair of panties. Once satisfied with its placement she put on a black lace bandeau, followed by a sheer black crop top.

The only thing missing was shoes, and she slipped into pink heels that matched her lipstick before heading out the door, her tail wagging slowly through the air.

When she rounded the corner into the den’s common room the air shifted, the whole pack taking a collective breath when they saw her.

“Wow,” Swiss whispered under his breath, his foot tapping rapidly under the table.

“Mo- mo- mom-m-”

Phantom was stuttering, frozen in place before Cumulus clapped her hand over his mouth, whispering in their ear.

“She will eat you alive baby. Let her get settled, she just got here.”

Their ears started to twitch like he was going to make a move, but when they saw how Rain's teeth seemed to glow in the light he nodded, leaning into Cumulus's side, content to watch for the moment. Dew, however, was not. He wanted Rain near him always, and especially now.

Dew was probably a little too inebriated to be attempting anything close to chivalry, but anytime he saw Rain like this his brain deflated while his blood supply funneled south.

“Saved you a chair, beautiful,” he hummed, standing to pull out the seat beside his own.

He should have left his glass on the table, really, but the thought didn't cross his mind until he bumped into Rain, burgundy wine sloshing out of his glass to drip down her exposed stomach. The room was still, Mountain having sucked in a sharp breath while Aether started to stand, readying himself to intervene. The sparkle of Dew's skin began to fade as his face fell, turning to run into the kitchen for a towel.

He didn't make it very far, Rain's hand reaching out to grab the back of his neck. She pulled him back and pushed him to his knees, leaning on the chair.

“Clean your mess, Dewdrop.”

Aether breathed a sigh of relief and plopped back into his chair while the color returned to Phantom's face, eager to see what was next. His tail thumped quietly on their chair.

Dew looked at Rain for a brief moment before dropping his head, speaking quickly.

“Yes ma'am, thank you ma'am.”

Rain's eyes dilated and her fingers flexed, breath stuttering for just a moment when Dew’s hot tongue met the cool skin of her stomach, lapping up the wine. He made sure to clean around the band of her skirt first, knowing how much she hated stains.

Once he felt the area was thoroughly cleaned he delicately worked his way to her belly button, wrapping his tongue around the glittery, dangling jewelry and sucking it clean. He tongued around the attached belly chains, not wanting to miss a single drop. There was a quiet moan from behind them, but Dew didn't dare lift his eyes, focusing instead on the beautiful creature before him.

Rain stuck her hand out and Cirrus placed Dew's half spilled glass of wine into it, complimenting her skirt.

She smiled while she swirled the glass in her hand, bringing it to her nose for a quick sniff.

“Thank you, I've been meaning to return it -”

Cirrus's laugh sounded like little bells in the wind.

“Please, keep it. You look better in it then I do.”

Rain smiled and bent to the side, knocking their horns together. “You're too sweet to me Cici, I'll be sure to properly thank you later.”

She smiled back, blowing her a soft kiss before returning her attention back to Mountain, tugging him from the table and towards the nest. Chairs scraped on the floor as everyone shuffled around, still watching Rain and Dew’s exchange.

Rain studied the glass of wine in her hand, turning it slowly. It was her favorite one, thick and full bodied, a few citrus notes at the end.

Expensive.

“How many dicks did you have to suck to get this?”

Dew shrugged while lapping at her cool skin. It didn’t matter to him so he didn't keep count, he would do anything for his mate. Anything to see her smile, even if he wasn't sure she'd attend the evening festivities.

“Four,” Sunshine giggled from Cumulus's lap. Rain purred, licking the tips of her fangs.

Dew had finished his task and was sitting back on his heels, looking up to watch Rain take another sip of the wine. His tongue darted out from between his lips with a quiet whimper. Rain looked down at him, one perfectly done brow raised.

“Need more?”

Dew nodded his head rapidly before opening his mouth wide, groaning when Rain slipped her thumb into his mouth, pulling at his cheek. She took a large sip of wine before setting the glass down, bending at the waist to bring her lips to Dew's. His sharp gag as he struggled to swallow triggered a series of muffled groans and the slick sounds of hands meeting wet skin.

“Thank you ma'am,” he panted, struggling to speak around her thumb. He rolled his head to the side, exposing his thick veins and the silvery scars of their prior couplings.

“Got plenty for you, too, if you need.”

Dew often begged to be bitten where his gills once were, aching to feel something there again. But now he was offering in submission, to let Rain take what she needed under the power of the moon.

Her tongue darted out of the corner of her mouth as she looked him up and down.

With a quick nod of her head Dew was scrambling towards the nest, quickly divesting himself of his clothes as he went. She slowly followed him, sinking to her knees to pull his back to her chest, running her nose along his neck.

“Please,” Dew sighed, flexing his claws against his thighs.

Rain inhaled deeply against his cinnamon-scented skin, fangs fully dropping before she sank them into the crook of his neck, blood quickly filling her mouth. He groaned low, the pitch only going higher when she took his hard cock into her hand, slowly stroking him from root to tip as she drank.

“Rainy,” Aether warned gently from across the nest, voice cracking with the way Swiss had his mouth wrapped around his cock.

She pulled herself from Dew's neck, licking at the corner of her mouth to gather a drop of his shimmering blood.

“Don’t worry so much daddy, Dewdrop knows his limits. Would never hurt him more than he wants, promise.”

“All good Aeth,” Dew agreed, raising a thumbs up which quickly dropped back to the pillows with a loud purr when Rain started to clean the wounds at his neck. Her tongue slowly worked around each puncture, her fist mimicking the movements of her mouth against the quickly darkening head of his cock.

Aether nodded and fell back on his elbows, digging his fingers into Swiss’s hair, determined to enjoy the first night off in… a while. But a set of eyes still remained fully planted on Rain and Dew, the movement of a flickering tail catching her attention from the corner of her eye.

“You okay bug? Not in the mood to play?”

Dew barely opened his eyes, biting into his lower lip with a groan as Rain gently stroked him.

“Wanted to watch, if that's okay with you both mm-ma'am.”

Dew was nodding before he even finished their sentence, and Rain was grinning like a shark, Dew's crimson blood smeared all over her lips and chin. She didn't miss the way Phantom's eyes dropped to her mouth, watching her lick another spot clean.

“Just want to watch?”

Phantom blinked hard before forcing their eyes away from the mess, chewing at the corner of his lip.

“He um… He just smells really good.”

“Would you like a taste, sweetness?”

Phantom nodded eagerly, eyes back on her mouth. “Please ma'am, please.”

Rain beckoned him over with two crooked fingers, stifling a laugh at the eager way Phantom's tongue licked across her chin. Dew whined in her lap, quickly hushed by the drag of her pre soaked fingers up his chest to toy with the bar running through his nipple.

Phantom hummed as he licked at her lips and chin, quiet thank you's between their breaths.

“So polite,” Rain smiled, holding his chin to kiss them deep and slow. Phantom groaned when she slipped her tongue into their mouth, filling him with the taste of a beachside bonfire and hot iron. It was intoxicating, and they would let her have every ounce of air in his lungs if they could stay just like this forever.

When they broke apart Phantom was a panting mess, claws digging into his own thighs.

“Thank you mommy -”

They paused, blinking his eyes and shaking their head to clear it.

“Sorry thank you mommy -”

Another huff, trying to hide a whine that would rival Dew's.

“I'm sorry momm- ma’am. Thank you ma’am.”

Rain just smiled as she twisted Dew’s nipple between her fingers, his keen cutting through the heavier sounds of fucking that had filled the room. The way her head was tilted probably should've sent Phantom running, but instead his cock kicked against their thigh, a shiver running up his back.

“So dumb you're having trouble speaking and I've only kissed you. Don't worry sweet little bug, mommy will take good care of you.”

Phantom choked on their inhale as pre blurted on his leg, and Dew whined even louder, drawing Rain's attention back to him. His cock was weeping freely, begging for release while she kept teasing at his chest, working her other hand under his chin to turn him towards her.

“Did you lose your words too?”

Dew groaned when she started to slide her hand back towards his cock, lifting his hips to try and meet her.

“You know I love your voice Dewdrop, if you need a moment you can watch Phantom and I play for a while.”

Phantom's tail smacked against the pillows so quickly it sounded like someone running down the hall. Dew shook his head, voice just starting to splinter with need.

“No ma'am, need you. Need you please.”

“What do you need,” she cooed, pushing a lock of golden hair behind his half drooped ears.

“Want - need your cock, your knot. Need you to fill me ‘til I swell with you, please, need you so bad.”

Rain hummed, tapping her fingers along Dew's length while he squirmed. Phantom crept closer, kneeling in front of the pair, fangs poking into their lower lip.

She paused, looking across both Phantom and Dew, finally settling on an idea.

“Phantom, sweetness, you're being so good. Do you want a nice hot dick in your mouth?”

“Please, mommy.”

“Excellent,” she purred, kneeling tall behind Dew as she folded him to the floor.

“Why don't you come get this skirt off, without ripping it, while I get Dew all worked open hm?”

They smiled so wide Rain was sure his ears would fall off, scrambling to her side to examine the zipper. With careful fingers Phantom undid the clasp, gently sliding the zipper down while watching Rain run her nails down Dew's back, making him arch.

He leaned in close to her to work the band of the skirt down, breath hitching when they caught the gentle scent of orange blossoms on a sea breeze. Rain was always dangerous, the sharp iridescent scales that framed her face and joints were a reminder of that. But right now, she was deadly.

A whine bubbled up from their throat when the band of her skirt caught on her cock, unable to bring it any lower. Rain glanced down to find Phantom gently pawing at her, looking up at her with big sad eyes.

“Wanna be good and help you, but it's stuck. Don't wanna ruin your pretty skirt.”

“Sweet little bug.”

She smiled as she stood, gently ruffling their mop of hair before letting the skirt pool around her ankles. She stepped out of it and her shoes, returning to her spot behind Dew. Phantom's mouth watered at the sight of her cock hard and leaking into delicate pink lace, barely contained.

She brought two fingers to his lips, tapping them as she spoke.

“Get these nice and wet for me, then you can have a taste.”

Dew groaned loud, wrapping his tail around Rain's free wrist. He pushed his ass further up, hips swaying slightly.

Phantom moaned around Rain's fingers, wrapping their tongue around her long digits while sucking at the tips. When they pulled away he made sure to leave a thick line of saliva up her fingers, watching with rapt attention as she smeared it around with her thumb.

She nodded her head towards Dew's exposed hole, telling him to spit. They were happy to oblige, sticky with want themselves, aching to make Rain happy. He trilled when she hummed with approval, bringing her wet fingers to Dew's hole, pressing the tip of her index finger inside. Dew's gasp was anything but quiet.

“You're both being so good for me,” Rain praised, shifting on her legs to make the bulge of her cock more prominent. Phantom couldn't help the thin line of saliva that dripped from their fangs and down his chin.

“Come have a taste, Ant.”

Phantom eagerly licked across his lips, dipping down to settle against Rain's lap. They began to mouth at her cock through her already too wet panties, running his tongue up and down her length. She purred low, her free hand working into their hair while the other pressed into Dew.

“Just the best bug, sweetest little thing,” she cooed.

“Rainy,” Dew whined, wiggling back onto her fingers. “I need -”

She curled her finger up, stroking against his prostate while shushing him gently.

“I know baby, I know.”

Dew adjusted his arms so he could rest his face against them, his back making a pretty arch. His golden skin always seemed to glitter most in dim light; he’d certainly be glowing once the moon fully rose.. Rain hummed as she worked a second finger into him, quickly followed by a third. She scissored them as much as she could, making sure Dew was starting to stretch. He was already leaking, a leftover trait from his time as a water ghoul, the slick sound filling the space.

Phantom moaned at the sight, his drool further wetting Rain's cock. She rolled her hips gently against their chin, his attention quickly returning to suckling at her tip.

“Please,” Dew whimpered, claws flexing into whatever poor cushion he latched on to, “ready for you now. Need to feel you, want it to ache.”

Rain purred as she pulled her fingers from Dew, her other hand still nested in Phantom’s curls.

“Don't worry baby, it's coming. Being so good for me. Showing off for Phantom, huh? Showing them how good you can be?”

“Only for you ma'am,” Dew sighed, wiggling his little hips.

Rain pinched at his nearly non-existent ass cheek before returning her attention back to Phantom, gently pulling him away from her cock.

“Do you want to watch, or would you like to play with Dew?”

Dew trilled, his answer obvious. Phantom had the sense to at least look like he was thinking about it before planting a kiss to her cheek and shuffling towards Dew's head, settling on their knees in front of him.

Dew stretched out as much as he could, wrapping first his fist and then his tongue around Phantom's cock. Plum-flushed like Aether gets, although the purple was swirled with grey instead of gold. He hissed when Dew took them into his mouth, head dropping back at the heat of his tongue.

Rain smirked as she watched them, taking her own cock in hand and pressing the head to Dew's hole. He leaned back into her, stretching himself between his partners, urging her to give him more.

She wrapped her long fingers around the base of his tail and tugged, using the extra leverage to slide inside with a guttural moan. Dew responded with one of his own, muffled by Phantom pushing themself deeper down his throat.

“Not gonna last,” Phantom grumbled, his hand locked around Dew's bun. “Feels too good.”

“Mhm I know,” Rain smiled, rolling her hips to drive her cock straight against Dew's prostate. He popped off of Phantom with a little whine of protest, his breathing heavy when she began to pull at his puffy nipples.

“Dewy isn't gonna last so long either, huh baby?”

She asked with a particularly hard thrust into him, Phantom's eyes wide watching Dew's roll back into his head. They pulled from Dew’s mouth to rest for a moment, unwillingly to reach his end so soon. Dew’s mouth was legendary for a reason, after all.

“Go ahead, get that pretty mouth on Dew's little cock, he wants it so bad.”

Rain's words pulled them from their trance, blinking a few times with his head tilted just to the side before nodding quickly, shuffling back down to take Dew to the back of his throat.

Rain wrapped one of her arms around Dew's waist and the other tangled back into Phantom's hair, rubbing gently at the sensitive skin behind their ear. Dew's hands were everywhere, flying from Rain's head to Phantom's, digging in his own thighs and pressing on Rain's, lifting his hips to help guide her into that perfect spot while desperately trying to not choke Phantom.

She didn’t need the help, she knew Dew's body as well as she knew her own. Maybe better, even, with the way she had him moaning while dragging her cock over the perfect spot. Each roll of her hips was punctuated by one of his breathy sighs, adding to the cacophony of the room.

Phantom for his part was chirping happily, licking long trails across the thick veins on the underside of Dew’s cock. When Rain pushed them forward he happily followed, swallowing around Dew's length with a pleased hum. Rain cooed at him from over Dew's shoulder, scratching behind his ear again before grabbing the back of his head.

“Tap twice if you need to breathe, yeah?”

Phantom brought his tail up and tapped the spade twice against her hand, rolling their hips gently into the nest of blankets below him.

Rain smiled that far too toothy grin, thrusting into Dew and driving his cock further into Phantom's throat. Dew was all but jelly between them, held up by Rain's arm around his waist and Phantom’s hand pressed into his chest, his tail slowly tangling with Rain's in search of something more to hold onto.

Phantom's tongue was good, great actually, Dew's thoughts on the matter filling the space as choked off babbling. When Phantom wrapped their tongue underneath Dew's head and sucked Dew was certain he'd open his eyes and be back in the pit, unholy pleasure running hot in his veins.

Rain hooked her chin over Dew's shoulder, nuzzling at the space below his ear.

“Don't swallow sweetness, let him dribble out of your mouth, down your face. That okay?”

Phantom moaned in affirmation around Dew's length, nodding his head as best he could. It wouldn't be long now, Dew's balls were heavy in their hands, getting tighter with every thrust of Rain's hips driving him further into their mouth.

She drove harder into him, and Dew's hands fisted Phantom's soft hair right next to Rain’s.

“Rain, Rain, Rainy, fuck -”

Dew's voice went high until it broke off, dying out as he painted inside Phantom's mouth. Phantom hummed as he took every drop, careful to not swallow. Once Dew had stopped pulsing they pulled away, sitting back with their head slightly tilted slightly forward before smiling, Dew's spend trickling out of his mouth and down their neck.

“Fucking nasty,” Rain mumbled, pressing herself hard against Dew, grinding her hips to his ass. “Just how you like it, huh?”

Dew nodded in agreement, his voice breaking on every whimper Rain pulled from him as she chased her own release.

“Lay back bug, slide closer to me.”

Phantom melted for her, nearly pressing themself into Dew's chest before dropping onto his back, tail shifting to rest on Dew’s thigh. They moaned when Rain wrapped her talented hand around his length, back lifting from the pillows.

“Haven't even been touched yet,” she cooed, and Phantom shook their head. “Such a good, patient little thing.”

Phantom nodded hard, like he was trying to say waiting for you.

“Whenever you like, sweetness.”

Their voice was trapped in his throat, muffled by every unholy sound Rain could pull from them as she worked his cock at the same tempo she nailed Dew, who was putty at this point. He was limp in her arms, begging for her release, her knot. For everything, for nothing, for all of it at once.

Phantom wasn't sure how long they'd last, and when Rain rubbed her finger across his slit to gather a pearl of pre just to taste it they knew it wouldn't be long.

She hummed in pleasure at the tang of him, mixed with the carbonated vanilla of their benzoin scent. Her hand quickly returned, long manicured fingers wrapping around their length, pulling in the most devastating way.

Phantom could feel their eyes crossing as he watched, Rain's hand firm against him, the other tight around Dew. They brought their tail to where Rain and Dew’s were tangled together, joining the heap.

Dew was crying now, his cock hard again, gold skin glistening. He begged, Rain purred, Phantom tried to keep their claws to themself but he looked so pretty, eyes screwed tight under a crown of sweat, his golden bun no longer neat and tidy. So they reached out, grabbing Dew by the base, feeling his little knot start to inflate under their hand. And if Phantom thought Dew had been crying before, well… He was really going now.

“Little bug is being so sweet to you, aren't they,” Rain purred, licking below the shell of Dew's ear as she slowly ground her knot into his rim.

“Yeah, yeah you both are. Need it ma'am, need your knot, need to cum -”

The movement of Rain's hips became more frantic as she pressed more firmly into Dew, hissing when his tight body finally swallowed her knot, enveloping her in delicious heat. Dew keened, high pitched and devastated as he came into Phantom's hand, a string of thankyouthankyouthankyou falling from his wine stained lips.

Dew was babbling, words broken and punctuated with breathy moans. Phantom wasn't much quieter, egging Dew on with their own muttering. C'mon Dewy, come for mommy. Make a mess, make me a mess.

Rain followed quickly, the squeeze of Dew around her knot too much, biting into his neck with a groan from the depths of her throat.

Phantom wasn't sure what brought them to the edge. Dew's hot come, the scent of his blood, the noise Rain made when she slid fully into his body. Maybe it was the way her calloused fingers rubbed against their frenulum with a talent flick of her wrist. All he knew was that they were floating, high in space, coated from the chin down in their own and Dew's release.

He stirred when they heard Rain shuffling on her knees, laying down next to them with Dew tight in her arms. He hissed a little at the shuffle but it was good natured, her knot still buried tight inside his hole. Dew shuffled a bit closer, admiring the mess that was Phantom before turning his head to bat his lashes at Rain.

“Go ahead Dew,” Rain smiled, blood dotting her lips. “Clean up your mess.”

#nameless ghouls #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #phantom ghoul #raindrop #raintomdrop #the band ghost fanfic #all warnings are as described above i will run out of tags down here #she/her rain #lunar cycle gender fluid rain my beloved #phantom and dew see rain dressed up as their sexy vampire girlfriend and their brains flatline #(same)#pls let me know if i missed a warning tag i try to be specific and nothing is ever intentionally left out!#love you all byeeee

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celosiaceo · 8 months

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Taste of Normalcy (You Can Always Find Me)

Originally posted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46189747, minor edits have been made here

Tags: MC/reader’s gender unspecified, fluff, mild hurt, a lot of comfort, handholding, crying, hugging, overwhelmed MC/reader, first person POV, slight divergence from Leander’s red choice branch

Word count: ~2100

Fire.

A power so fascinating that it makes the head spin. The element that flickers with madness, waiting to spill destruction the second it can leave its bounds, but also one that offers comfort and solace, protection, and security. Does a moth know when it drifts toward a cozy lamp, and when it reaches deadly flames? Does it feel safe while hopelessly fluttering towards an open flame, fascinated with the radiating light and warmth seconds away from being devoured by it?

Where you decide that, despite being so overwhelmed by something small, you want too much of a good thing, regardless of your own reaction.

A hand was offered to me, holding out something I’ve always longed for, something I’ve wanted more than anything my entire life. Normalcy . The ability to free me from my bandage-made prison, to not hide away, to not feel like a flame about to burst onto dry branches with a single touch. Never could I have thought that my wretched, all-wrecking hands could ever feel the softness of another’s skin.

Even though I’d already felt Leander’s hand once prior, seeing him reach out once more made me dizzy, my chest tightening with a mix of exhilaration and anxiety at the memory of the first time this happened. My hand hovered over his own, now in disbelief and hesitation, before resting in his palm. Leander’s tender gaze fixed on my hand as he carefully unwinded the bandages. The glowing gold cracks on the soot-dark skin of my arm slowly came into view and got wrapped up by the warm air of the bar. The green eyes occasionally darted up to check on me, and Leander paused every such moment. A nervousness crept up my mind, but all of it disappeared with the sight of a soft smile and the feeling of a gentle squeeze over my monstrous hand.

“No one will notice”

For a moment Leander separated to tug his glove off with his teeth, and once again he held his hand out to me. “There you go. Hand holding on demand.” His lips curved upwards into a soft grin. “Whatever you want.” Leander’s next words soon followed in a whisper.

Perhaps it was because of the gin, but it was hard to focus. What do I want..? For a moment I stared down at my lap, thinking. But as I glanced up into the tender, slightly tired, and alcohol-softened emerald eyes I could barely stop my hand from reaching up to rest against Leander’s face instead. My arm trembled in the air, I felt my chest ache with a quickened heartbreak and my face heat up. “Can I touch your face..?” Despite not having a reason to, I felt a fear of having a knife stick into my back, the inviting light of the bar, the almost drowned-out lively chatter, Leander leaning in and reaching out for me so invitingly — it all felt too good to be real. But with the fear, there was undeniably desperation. A desperation for it to be true, and Leander probably saw it too.

Despite there being no reason for that, it was unexpected to me that he allowed me to go on. I hesitated, it felt like my hand was about to break an invisible barrier before would faintly graze Leander’s jaw. I still couldn’t let myself fully indulge in my own request, and it seems he noticed that also.

“That tickles. It’s fine, you can just…” Leander chuckled, eyes closing for a moment as he beamed. Instead of moving my hand away, he covered it with his own, angling it to press his cheek into my palm. I saw red dusting across his face, matching me now. The warmth surrounding my cursed hand, the kindness in the green gaze fixated on my face... A shiver ran down my spine, I felt a lump of emotions pressing at my throat, the tactility was so new, so pleasant, so addicting, but ever overwhelming…

Against the cold of my hand, his face was warm, even softer than his hand, but a fraction felt… different. Rougher, colder — the darker scar which trailed down from his cheek, to the side of his neck, to hiding under the collar of his clothes. As a blush pricked at my face all over, my fingers brushed Leander’s cheek in small circles. My lips quickly curved upwards into a smile, I saw that he was returning a reassuring dimpled smile of his own. Cautiously, I ran a finger down the rough scar. Leander shuddered, making me feel a momentary pinch of panic, and his earring jingled against my knuckles.

“You’re getting awfully bold...” Leander teased with a quiet laugh, his eyes darting away momentarily before returning to looking at my face with a lidded gaze. My pulse thumped in my ears, and my heart raced. It got harder to breathe, my head spun with jarring excitement as an almost suffocating warmth spread through me. My fingertips weren’t cold anymore, on the contrary, they were now warmer than usual. Leander slowly ran his fingers along my hand, both soothing and overwhelming me. By now I forgot we weren’t really alone, the chatter and the music in the Wick were completely drowned out by my pulse echoing in my ears. Despite my head spinning, despite feeling too hot in my own skin, I wanted to be even closer.

Even though I felt overcome by craving more, I pulled my hand back, as the hammering of my heart became too much to take. Almost instantly Leander’s smile fell to an expression of concern. I could barely hear anything through the pulsing pounding in my ears, but I could somehow make out Leander asking if I was alright, to which I mustered a nod. Without really thinking, I said something about being dizzy.

Just as quickly as before, Leander went back to giving me a gentle smile, his eyes crinkling before closing for a moment into a bright smile once again. “You’ve had a long day. You deserve some rest. Luckily, your room is just upstairs. Want me to walk you back?” As always, Leander’s first instinct was to offer me help, just like he always has done today. Again it started feeling like it was too good to be true, just now I was a moth that got burnt by a fire but still had a chance to move away to a safe distance.

And, just like a moth would, I hovered right back in to be consumed by the addicting light entirely.

With a hum of consideration, I slightly narrowed my eyes while bandaging my hand back up. As I got to catch my breath, the thumping subsided and my mind cleared up moment by moment. Looking back up at Leander with gratitude, hesitation, and a pinch of desperation , I gave a faint nod. “I… I’d be very grateful.. thank you.”

“Your wish is my command!” With a hearty laugh, Leander tucked his glove over his belt and hopped out of the booth to hold his hand out to me, which I gladly took while getting up myself. It’s not even that I felt that weak, not anymore, but the extra contact was something I couldn’t refuse.

As we walked up the creaky stairs, Leader held an arm around my shoulder, just in case, and matched my walking pace. While going up the steps I figured that I underestimated my fatigue, still, a pinch of guilt and embarrassment washed over me for having to slow the two of us down that much.

Soon enough we reached what was going to be my room for an uncertain amount of time. I turned the key in the lock, the wooden door creaked open to reveal a dark room. It was a relatively small room, but it had everything essential — a bed, closet, desk, bedside drawer, and door to what was probably an adjacent bathroom.

“There you are.” Leander patted my shoulder before pulling his arm away from my shoulder, and running it across my back. It dawned on me that I still haven’t thanked him for everything, most importantly for being this willing to help me find my cure, to be my solace. With a sigh I let my eyes fall closed, and the sensation of my heart racing came back again. I gathered my courage to turn to Leander and open my arms to initiate an embrace, and before I knew it I was surrounded by the now-familiar warmth once more.

I held my breath, and shortly I felt my whole body heat up, not just from the hug itself. I nestled my face in the crook of Leander’s neck as my now trembling arms wrapped around him in return. My eyes slowly fell closed as I tried to quietly breathe, keeping my racing heart at bay. I could feel the calming, slightly faster rhythm of Leander’s heart, despite its effect only more blood rushed to my cheeks to paint them red.

“Are you comfortable? We can stay like this as long as you’d like.” Leander’s gentle voice came out in a honey-sweet whisper. I nodded, but soon drifted into thought, as hard as that was. I’d like to stay like this for way longer than I could, as being surrounded by the welcoming warmth felt like my heart would burst out of my chest. I felt safe, I could tell that Leander was strong, but right now it felt guarding and secure instead of crushing and betraying.

Suddenly, tears pricked at my eyes. I squeezed them shut, my lip began to tremble as small drops squeezed through my eyes. I couldn’t possibly let Leander see me like that, so I hid my face, cheek pressed against his chest while my grip on his coat subconsciously tightened. His attempts to calm me down rang through my ears, but their effects were significantly smaller than I’d liked.

All hope I may have had to calm down disappeared like the green lilies earlier today when Leander’s hands slowly rubbed my back in circles to further lull me but ended up doing just the opposite. Though it was not from causing me any pain.

Why am I crying? I can’t show myself like this!

Despite my best efforts to keep the overwhelming happiness at bay, I felt dizzy again, a lump quickly forming in my throat. An evident tremble came through, I bit my quivering lip as a warm streak of tears streamed down my hot cheeks, soaking into the fabric of Leander’s clothes. My knees felt like they’d give out any moment, I barely noticed how Leander’s heart sped up a little before he pulled back to look at my face. His expression was painted with concern once again, he slightly leaned down to see me as I looked down at the floor, hands covering my face once we separated.

“There there, I’m right here for you, there’s nothing to worry about,” Leander reassured, his tone still quiet and soothing as he gently moved my hands away from my face. Closer to me than ever, I could see the details of the crinkles of his tired-looking lidded eyes, the dimples of his small smile, and the blush that still hasn’t left his face. With a sniffle and a shaky breath I nodded, trying to calm down, yet another pair of betraying tears slipped from my eyes.

My eyes only cracked open when I felt two bigger hands cup my face, thumbs brushing off my tears. I pushed a weak smile back, faintly leaning into the hands before sighing out, my breath still shaky. “Thank you… for everything.” I whispered; using a voice any louder would make it crack mid-word.

With an airy chuckle, Leanded reached one of his hands to pat my head. “There’s no need. I did say I’d do what I can to help, and I keep my word.” I finally managed to start calming down while Leander affectionately carded his hand through my hair, his expression welcoming and patient. He waited until I looked back up at him, giving a small nod before separating. Leander’s warmth lingered all over, it was indescribably comforting.

“I… I should get going, I need some rest after all…”

“Yes, I won’t disturb you, then. If anything troubles you, you know where to find me.”

“Good night, Leander.”

“Good night!”

Even as I went to my room and turned to close the door behind me, I could see Leander smiling with his eyes closed, waving me farewell for today. My heart soared as if we never parted in the first place.

#leander #touchstarved leander #touchstarved game #touchstarvedgame #leander x mc #leander x reader #touchstarved fic #reposting from my ao3 #wanted to show my writing progress (if theres been any fjjsjd)#hoping yall like this tbh… not sure how i feel about my older writing #i love this unhinged mans a lot #let’s pretend he really is just a sweetie for a moment<3

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ayyyez · 1 year

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Can I have some headcanons for dealing with a depressed Neji, Itachi and Sasuke? I have been feeling pretty down myself, reading is my distraction ❤️

a/n: Aw I'm sorry to hear that and I hope you are feeling better. Either way I hope these can at least give you some sort of distraction for awhile. Thanks for sending in a request! <3

I've left my requests open for awhile since I didn't get too many if anyone still wants to send one in.

Characters: Neji Hyuga, Itachi Uchiha, Sasuke Uchiha

Tags: Headcanons, Fluff, Comfort, mild angst, depression, spooning

Neji Hyuga

The kind who keeps it bottled up inside until it explodes. It takes awhile to get there though. He can get frustrated and irritated over little things in the beginning. And it's easy to tell that something is just off. Won't come right out and talk about it though.

It's only if you ask that he might come out and talk. It depends whats eating at him though. If he's just straight up depressed he'll say it's nothing and let it fester.

You've kind of just got to let him do his thing and ride it out. Maybe make things easier for him through action rather than words. Making him food. Running him a bath. Doing some chores for him to make his day easier. Not in a "Oh look what I did." way but rather just silently making his day easier.

He'll see it. He'll know. And he'll bloody love you for it. It almost chokes him up. It eases what he's going through, honestly.

Then his energy will subside and he's not angry anymore he's just sort of flat. That's when the words of comfort come into the play. He needs to hear that you're there for him. That you're not going anywhere. That he's a good person. That you love him.

He won't tell you he needs this but you'll learn through trial and error. Hell, he didn't even know he needed this until the day you took him in your arms and just poured your heart out to him.

Words of affirmation really get to him. He loves you for it. Hold him tight and never let go.

When he becomes more himself again he pays you back tenfold. He wants to look after you. He wants to cook for you. He wants you to seek comfort in him the way he does in you.

Its all about the loving and being loved in return.

Itachi Uchiha

This egg is hard to crack. He's literally like being depressed isn't a sign of weakness for you (or anyone else) but then he's an exception to his own rule. Can't let you see him so down. Can't let the feelings seep out through the cracks.

Some days it feels like you're going to have to tie this man down to confess how he feels (when he feels something other than fine). 'I know you're not fine Itachi.' He's wearing that damn 'I'm fine but really I'm falling apart beneath' smile. It almost makes you angry but it's so heartbreaking.

You resort to locking the two of you in the bedroom and just holding him and telling him it's alright, that he can let go, until he breaks down. Full on sob fest in your arms. Won't dare pull out of the crook of your neck. Oh no, it's safe there. You can't see him cry there. He's so vulnerable.

Just have to soothe him and talk him through it. He's so good with you that you just want to give it back. Stroke his back, fingers up into his hair. Tell him it's alright. There's nothing wrong with how he is feeling.

Even though he knows this, deep in his heart, he still apologises. You tell him he doesn't need to. There's no reason to. You love him and that won't change.

In the morning he's quiter than usual but he's also a little lighter. He's not so tense like he might snap anymore. He's just tired and it takes awhile for him to reset.

When he does reset he's brighter than ever. He has a bit more pep and smiles. He's more willing to lie down with you when he's feeling down now but he's still not completely open to vulnerability. It all takes time to open him up more.

Sasuke Uchiha

Thinks he's the best at keeping it inside but this guy actually wears his heart on his sleeve. He's all huffs and sighs and pouts. Gets cranky and down quite easily. Usually can make it go away with soft acts of affection. A kiss here, a side hug there.

When he's really down though, well...he is the original emo kid. Just a complete shut away. Doesn't want to talk to anyone and shuts everyone out. You have to quite literally break those walls down and force yourself inside.

He acts like he wants to be alone but he's honestly so lonely he is begging for someone to be there for him. He just doesn't know how to ask. Expects you to read his mind. Gets annoyed when you can't. THE AUDACTIY RIGHT?

When in doubt just ask to hold him. He'll give you a 'tch, fine.' Which really just means 'Hurry up, yes.' Little spoon in these situations. Needs the safe and secure feeling. Also needs the warmth. Craves the physical touch.

Doesn't really need much talking at first. Is into more of the touch while he goes through everything in his own head. Then after awhile he will talk about random things, ask you random questions which will lead to the thing he has on his mind.

Sometimes it's just the depressed feeling and he needs some love to help him ride it out. It's easy for him to get back into his head with all that trauma. It takes time to ride it out. The warmth and touch helps. It's not a cure but it's nice company.

He doesn't feel as lonely anymore. He also finds he doesn't really like sleeping alone anymore. Please stay by his side. Become the big spoon without him asking. He doesn't know how to ask for what he wants when it comes to intimacy. He feels like he doesn't deserve it.

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nagito-kissmaeda · 3 months

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CHAPTER ONE: Rise and Shine CHAPTER TWO: i guess its all up to me now CHAPTER THREE: Predictably, everything gets worse CHAPTER FOUR: good morning CHAPTER FIVE: Something to eat CHAPTER SIX: a start CHAPTER SEVEN: the party don’t start ‘til CHAPTER EIGHT: your full hospitality CHAPTER NINE: visitation rights CHAPTER TEN: gamer girl moments CHAPTER ELEVEN: prank patrol CHAPTER TWELVE: lets go to the beach beach CHAPTER THIRTEEN: gothic sand architecture

Summary : Like most people visiting this tag. You have always dreamed of meeting Nagito Komaeda for real, what you would do, what you would say? Things don’t go as planned.

AKA: Reader from our universe ends up in danganronpa and is just trying her best to keep everyone alive. and maybe to make komaeda kiss her.

Contains: she/her pronouns, some mild sexual themes

Read on Ao3

The beach is bustling when the two of you arrive. Pekoyama quickly gives you a farewell nod as she heads off to accompany Kuzuryu where he is sitting in the shallows and trying to make it look like he isn't having a good time.

You can see Mioda already in the water, chasing Souda around and attempting to throw a handful of seaweed at him. He is screaming. Owari is sitting at the shoreline with her legs in the water, she’s halfway through an ice cream, but still manages to grin widely when she waves in your direction. You return the wave and make plans to head over to her before you notice Tsumiki and Sonia sitting together in the sand.

Tsumiki’s hands shake as she attempts to round the edges of the sandcastle that the two of them are currently working on. Sonia’s tongue sticks out of her mouth as she, opposite Tsumiki, continues adding a set of perfect flying buttresses to the castle; you are unsure how she has managed this, but have learned not to question these sorts of things.

“You’ve made it!” Sonia says with a wide smile, now beginning to sculpt a collection of tiny gargoyles around the top level of the castle, “I hope you were not too disappointed by my early departure, I just think Mioda-san is often in need of supervision.” You peer up at where she is now trying to toss a starfish onto the top of Souda’s head, “Yeah, you’re probably right. It’s okay, I had a nice conversation with Pekoyama-san.” Tsumiki looks up at you, she’s wearing a wide brimmed hat and a loose fitting white shirt over her bathing suit. It makes sense that a nurse would care about sun safely, the hat suits her, she looks very cute, “I-I’m glad you came. I hope you have a good time” She smiles softly, hands now shakily building a drawbridge, “Just be sure not to get burnt this time, I have more sunscreen if you need it, please take care of yourself.” She huffs, “I’ve already had this discussion with Komaeda-san, but I-I think he’s just going to ig-ignore my advice.”

You hadn't noticed Komaeda, which is very out of character for you. He’s in the water, but far enough away from everyone else that he seems excluded. His own doing, you assume.

“Would you like to help us?” Sonia asks, abruptly tearing your attention away from Komaeda.

You blink, “Sorry?” She laughs, though not unkindly, “Help to build our sandcastle, of course!”

You look briefly at the perfect replication of gothic architecture somehow sculpted out of sand alone, “Thanks but uh, I might work on expanding the royal empire and build my own castle, if it’s all the same.” Sonia claps her hands together in glee, “Expansionism! How delightful!”

“I-I might swim now, actually.” Tsumiki starts, “I-If that’s okay, Sonia-san?” “You don’t need my permission.” Sonia replies, waving a dismissive hand, “You’ve done a brilliant job, Tsumiki-san, and all castle architects are owed at least one day of allocated time off per castle built, so by all means! You are free to go.” Tsumiki nods gratefully, and rises a little shakily from the sand before heading to the water.

You turn to Sonia, “Only one day of leave per castle?” She nods seriously, “Oh yes, my father always said ‘any less than that and they start getting rambunctious’. We tried only half a day some years ago, the riots were very bloody.” “Uh-huh…”

“Anyway! I might go ask Tanaka-san if I can hold one of his Dark Devas.” She stands with utter grace and poise, giving you a brief curtsey before walking away. You are briefly stunned by the utterly dismal working conditions in Novoselic, but shake your head and sit in the sand before you start thinking about it too much.

You start building the only kind of sandcastle you have experience with, a big pile of sand that is vaguely pyramid shaped. It’s nice to have something to do with your hands, a monotonous task to keep you occupied while the ever turning cogs in your head crunch and grind. You have to assume that Monokuma will bring out a new motive soon, and at this point you can only assume that it will be the despair disease. It’s hard to tell if access to the third island will make everything better or worse, Tsumiki having access to the hospital is a net good, only so long as she doesn’t catch the disease itself, and boy is that disease catching.

Peering out at the ocean you see that Tsumiki is swimming with Mioda now, more accurately, Tsumiki is treading water while Mioda quite literally swims circles around her. Tsumiki deserves better than she got in the game, so does Mioda.

You turn back to your castle, attempting to make it any sort of shape other than a vague lump. It feels weird to just be hanging around like this when so much is at stake, but there isnt much that you can do other than socialise and socialising is more useful than doing nothing. Trust is valuable, especially here, even if it’s something you aren’t all that used to garnering.

“Nice pile of sand.”

You look up to see Komaeda standing above you, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. He’s still wet from the ocean, his hair clings flat to his head and it makes him look much less intimidating.

“Thanks.” You say, gesturing to your attempt at a sandcastle, “It’s my magnum opus.”

He peers down at it appraisingly and then says, “Could use a moat.”

You laugh, “You’re right.” feeling mischievous, you add, “Your hair looks nice, very drowned rat-esque.”

Komaeda bursts out laughing, hiding his face in his hands. When he looks back up at you again, his smile is so warm, and genuine that it feels like a shard of the sun has lodged in your chest.

“You’re funny.” He says

His expression is too intensely bright, you have to avert your eyes, “Thanks. I try.” you return to working on your sandcastle, anything to keep yourself from staring at him.

“Why aren't you swimming?” Komaeda asks. You peer back up at him, you were honestly expecting him to walk away when he was done mocking you, “Oh um, I just don't really want to?” He gives you a sly grin, “You can swim, can’t you?” That bristles you a little, “I’m a great swimmer actually! I love swimming!” you gesture halfheartedly to where the waves turn to foam against the sand, “I just don’t like the ocean. It’s spooky. There’s stuff in there, and the salt really hurts my eyes.”

His expression turns uncharacteristically soft and he drops to a crouch beside you. You shuffle back from him instinctively, not expecting him to get so close so quickly. For a moment, Komaeda just blinks at you slowly but then his brow creases with contemplation before he finally says, “Swim with me.”

Your heart feels like it come to a stop in your chest, “Uh- I, um-“

He laughs a little, cocking his head to the side, “That would help, wouldn’t it?”

“Um.” You wring your hands together, “I would feel better with company, but that doesn’t mean that you-”

He stands back up and holds his hand out to you, it stuns you into silence mid-sentence, you just stare up at him, utterly dumbfounded. “Come on.” Komaeda says, reaching further forward with his hand, asking you to take it.

You barely manage to swallow around the lump in your throat as you tentatively take his hand in your own. If the contact is anywhere near as momentous, electric and world shattering for him as it is for you, it doesn't show on his face, but you do catch a near imperceptible bob in his throat that you try not to read too hard into.

His hand is cold, even in the heat of the sun and you can feel just how fragile his fingers are, like if you clenched your hand too hard they would all break. He doesn’t really pull you up from the ground, but holding onto him like this does make it easier to regain your balance on the uneven sand.

The water is warm when you take your first step in, more pleasant than you ever remember the ocean actually being. Neo World Program benefits, you suppose. Komaeda walks in front of you, still tugging on your hand. The back of his head eclipses the sun, its light catching in the white strands of his hair and causing them to shimmer like folded glass.

“H-How deep are you planning to go?” You ask once the water reaches your shoulders, voice tinged with growing anxiety.

Komaeda looks back at you over his shoulder, “Not much further.”

You notice that the two of you are much deeper out than the rest of the class, barring only Nidai who is off in the distance swimming laps. There is an intimacy to it, the separation from everyone else on the beach. The second you can’t touch the ground with your toes anymore you can feel a nervous churning in your stomach. Komaeda is still walking, head and shoulders well above the water. When an admittedly small wave knocks you off balance, you panic and lurch forward to grab onto his arm.

Komaeda laughs, but it’s good natured and warm “Aha, it’s okay. I’ve got you.”

You want to kiss him.

That thought is not so alarming. You have grown quite familiar with it these past few days, but the panicked and aching desperation of it is completely new. You begin to fear that you no longer have feelings for Nagito Komaeda the videogame character, but instead for Nagito Komaeda the real person. Which is somehow much more complicated and insurmountably harder to reconcile. Now that the water is deep enough, only Komaeda’s head bobs up above the water, and since you are floating in the water yourself, you actually meet his eye line for once instead of staring up at him. He watches you intently, staring so hard that it feels like he can see right through you. “Is there…something on my face?” You say quickly, trying desperately to diffuse some of the tension. He smirks, “Nope.”

Your eyes follow a droplet of water sliding down the length of his nose. Komaeda chuckles, “have I got something on my face?”

You quickly avert your gaze, “No! It’s just, uh-“ you suck in a breath, “Why are you even spending time with me? I’m not exactly working towards ending the killing game right at this moment, so there’s really no reason for you to be talking to me.” Komaeda’s brow furrows, “There’s something about you,” he says, “Ah, I'm not sure what it is, but it interests me.”

You close your eyes, feeling the cold dread filling your chest cavity, “What if I’m not interesting?” You say desperately, “What if it only seems like I am?”

“Hm, I don’t understand what you mean.” He smiles, “Whether or not I find you interesting is entirely up to me.”

“But I’m not . I'm not worth your time, or your effort, I need your help so I’m trying desperately to keep you around but the second you realise who I really am, what I really am, you’re going to hate me. I just know it.”

Komaeda hums aloud, “I suppose, the others are right.”

“What?”

He laughs, “it is uncomfortable being on the receiving end of this kind of talk. I suppose I owe everyone an apology.”

You are suddenly forced to wrestle with the fact that Nagito Komaeda thinks you are laying on the self depreciation a little too thick, “Sorry.” You say quickly, shaking your head “I didn’t mean to just say all of that at you.”

Komaeda goes quiet for a moment, staring at you intimidatingly, “You would do anything to help the Ultimates defeat this despair, wouldn't you?”

“I uh-” You swallow thickly, “I think the both of us have a very different definition of help , but I will do all that I can to make sure everyone gets out alive, yes.”

“You promised to die for my cause, if your own method fails.” He cocks his head to the side, “Why?”

Your breath grows uneven, and you can hear your own heartbeat in your ears, “Because I won’t fail.” Komaeda chuckles, “Ha. You're confident.” You shake your head, “I’m really not, but I’m the only one who can do it, so I have to.” you sigh to yourself, remembering that even if you manage to keep everyone alive, they will still need to grapple with their identities as the Remnants and the destruction of the world they once knew, “What I do isn’t what’s important though, the hard part comes after and how that resolves is entirely up to you and the other Ultimates. I’m just doing what I can to make sure everyone survives until then.” “How can you say things like that and expect me not to find you interesting.” His eyes are half lidded, and his grin is loose, “We aren’t so different, you and I. We are both working towards bringing the Ultimates to their next exuberant victory, over a despair even greater than the last.” He sighs, “But I have to admit, I’m still just a little curious about how you know all of this, and what comes after.”

You frown, “I can’t tell you. I can hardly expect you to behave yourself if I did.” Komaeda barks a laugh, “Behave myself?”

“Yes. You’ve promised to help me, and if you’re going to, then I need you to behave . So no spoilers.”

“You have a lot of nerve speaking to your superiors that way.” He says, but his expression holds none of the malice that his words convey.

Feeling brave, you reply, “Good thing it’s just you here, then, isn't it?” If anything, his eyes grow brighter at your answer. He floats a little closer to you, and you suck a breath in through your teeth, "If the talentless nobody promises to give me her due reverence, maybe I can promise to behave myself.”

“What, do you want me to get on my knees and beg?”

A visible shiver runs through him, and his smile turns wide and syrupy, “Maybe.” "O-oh.” You reply, swallowing thickly as you rub your thighs together. You had been joking, but the deep heat in your belly makes it clear that neither of you is joking anymore, "As long as you can make time for me in your busy schedule, I’m sure that I can manage something.” The next exhale of his breath is dangerously close to being a moan, “Aha…I’ll make sure to pencil you in.”

#nagito komaeda #komaeda x reader #nagito x reader #komaeda nagito #nagito komaeda x reader #danganronpa x reader

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theluckywizard · 5 months

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WIP Whenever

Thank you for the tag, @delicatefade!

Today I've got a weird dream sequence I've been working on for the next chapter of my long fic, In the Shattering of Things! The anchor is starting to give Rose a startling clarity to her dreams and her dreams are just getting warmed up with their weirdness and portent. This one features Solas and Hawke. CW for mild animal gore

The air hangs heavily amongst the evergreens, the scent of trodden ferns mingling with salt. Tree branches bare of their needles in the shade of the crown lace together so thickly that one must break branches to pass through. I hum while I work, mother’s hymn, deft downward strokes of my knife cutting into flesh and then cartilage. The creature swings slightly as I work it, its drizzling blood striping the moss beneath it. I grip it by a handful of copper fur, preparing to remove its innards with delicate maneuvers like any other small mammal. “My lady Herald,” comes a voice behind me, even and mellifluous. An arm clad in dove gray wool reaches beyond me. Solas covers my hand in his his, stilling my work. “Allow me,” he says. He comes alongside me and gripping the fox by its spine, reaches two bare fingers inside, searching and wrenching, guts squelching, blood painting his hand. I’m mute as I watch him, digging, pausing to assess and digging again until at last he withdraws the tiny heart and jerks it free of the tissue that binds it. He holds it out to me in his suddenly clean palm, a flawless strawberry with yellow seeds dotting its glossy red surface. “That’s my brother,” I inform him, my voice filled with pride. Solas smiles strangely and then bringing it to his lips, bites into the heart, the strawberry, the heart. My brother Jaime. It’s his heart. He then offers it to me. No. “Just think of the power,” he says. “It should be yours.” I shake my head again and again, backing away from Solas, gripping my knife— father’s knife— left hand outstretched. He follows, the heart, the fruit extended to me. Blood trails from his mouth onto his tunic. He’s going to force me. This is a dream, I realize. This is a dream. But the realization slips from me just as quickly. I don’t want to be a mage. The anchor opens hungrily, its energy surging over the top of him in this tiny clearing, the shrieking and hissing of it drowning out everything else. But it’s close. It’s too close, bathing both of us in the unsettling viridian luminescence of the Fade as it licks at us, drawing at our essence. The anchor sparks and flares along the chains up my arm, tendrils of green snaking toward me and then across my chest. My rift rends Solas apart, yanking first on his soul and then on his body, stretching a facsimile of him in a stream into the rift. It’s going to take me too, my rift. But I’m resigned to it as the fingers of harsh green light racing across my skin claim more of me. There’s no pain— why is there no pain? When I look up again, Solas dissolves before me in a streak of ash. Safe from the offering at least. Behind where he was a figure thrashes through the underbrush, snapping through the branches that weave together thickly. I recognize him by his outrageous height first, and the way he moves confirms it. Hawke. His piercing blue gaze fixes to mine with something like desperation. His lips move but his words are buried under the deafening crackle and hum of the rift. “Hawke, help me!” I call out to him. He breaks branches with fumbling hands but the evergreen undergrowth thickens between us, undergrowth weaving tighter. The anchor spreads still, the rivers of light that streak across my skin flooding wider like they might merge. Hawke snaps branches at a desperate clip but he’s soon imprisoned behind it, cut off from me. Trapped. Suddenly he’s filthy and haggard, clothes ragged, face claimed by an overgrown beard. Cave chic. Defeated, he words something to me just before he disappears behind branches. But I can’t read lips. And then I’m consumed by light.

Note: the "Cave Chic" line is a reference to how Alistair described his look upon finding him in a similar state in Crestwood the day before. Tagging @skyeventide, @rowanisawriter, @greypetrel, @leggywillow, @the-rebel-archivist, @nirikeehan, @crackinglamb, @ammoniteflesh and YOU!

I want to see what you're working on (DA or otherwise!) 🥰

#dragon age inquisition #rose trevelyan #in the shattering of things #dragon age #hawke x trevelyan #dragon age fan fiction #solas #weird dreams #make it make sense #Crestwood

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chicknstripz · 1 year

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∘₊✧ [[ Flesh wound ]] ✧₊∘

Pairing|| Fem!Reader X Jesse Word Count|| 837 Tags|| dad!Jesse, mild injury, blood is mentioned, fluff, Jesse being a good Dad. Synopsis|| You come home to find your loving husband tending to your ad'ika.

Blood prompt for @clonexreaderbingo

Low chatter draws your attention as you enter your apartment, the gentle back and forth of its occupants making your heart swell with love. The first voice was deep and rich, his distinct flash-trained accent rounding each word as he spoke. It had mellowed over the years, smoothed and softened by years of listening to his commander, but it was no less familiar - your smile growing as he addressed his companion.

“This is going to sting, but I know you can handle it. Right trooper?”

A low sniffle follows, the lighter voice of your son muted by a small hand wiping a tear stained face.

“Right.”

“Atta boy.”

You can just picture the smile on Jesse’s face, the upward curve of his lips and crinkle of his eyes making the lower end of his tattoo distort. It was one of your favorite sights in the whole wide world, the light that shone in your eyes more than enough to make you fall in love with him all over again. Stars, even the sight of him standing opposite your small child made you gush, his broad frame near hiding the toddler from sight as he fiddled with the sprawled contents of a first aid kit.

“I want you to take three deep breaths for me, count them for me ad’ika.”

“One -- two --”

Your son never got to three, the world hissed from between taught lips as Jesse wiped his bloodied knee clean with a sterilizing wipe. Poor kid. You didn’t like the sterilizing wipes either, especially when they made contact with an open wound, and it made you want to run in and wrap your arms around him. But you didn’t. Jesse seemed to have the situation more than handled, the ease in which he tended to the scrape making your head spin as he whispered soothing words to the toddler.

“You're doing great kid, Kix would be so proud.”

“He would?”

The youngster’s voice trembles, his innocent tone empathized by the whistle of a lost tooth.

“Absolutely! He’s seen grown men flee at the sight of a sterilizing strip.”

That earns him a hesitant giggle, the pain of the scrape long forgotten as he continues to clean the wound. You can tell at a glance that it’s one of those scrapes kids are prone to, that your excitable toddler had probably fallen over in the middle of one of their games, but that doesn’t stop you from gushing at how competent your partner is. He has the wound dressed in no time at all, his eyes sparkling with warm pride as he fishes a sucker from his belt pouch.

“In fact, he’d insist I gave you one of these for being such a good patient.”

You laugh as your son drops down from the counter, his rounded cheeks dimpling as he catches sight of you in the doorway.

“Mommy! I got a sucker!”

“You did? You must have been very brave indeed.”

He nods his head emphatically, his wild curls bobbing as he rolls up to his toes and back down again.

“I was! Daddy said ba’vodu Kix would be very proud.”

“And daddy’s never wrong, right ad’ika?”

“Right!”

You grin as you ruffle his curls, your head tilting in the direction of the living room as you turn him gently towards it.

“I think my brave boy deserves to watch some cartoons, don’t you?”

You don’t think you’ve seen him vacate a room so fast, your laughter rolling pleasantly in your chest as Jesse curls his arms around your midsection. He’s so warm and firm, the breadth of his torso making you feel oh so safe as he pulls you flush against him.

“Sorry. I should have com’d you the second he took that tumble.”

“You know you don’t need to.”

“But you’re his mother. Kix told me before his birth that you’d be very upset if I didn’t tell you he’d sustained an injury in my care.”

You snot, as ever entertained by his brother’s wild interpretation of natborn emotions.

“I think that brother of yours regularly forgets you’re an ARC, with all the training that goes with it.”

You reach up, curling your arm to palm the back of his head in a gentle hold.

“I wouldn’t have married you if I didn’t trust your judgment, stars, just watching you with him makes me think we’re ready for another child.”

His breath catches, an odd stuttering sound that makes you smile as he nestles his nose against your temple. You know what being a father means to him, that he enjoys and treasures every single moment of it, so for you to add to his boundless joy? It means the galaxy to him! The vibration of air filling his chest makes you giddy as he pulls you closer with a growl.

“Kriffing love you.”

“Love you too.”

You always would, for in him you’d found the perfect husband and father, your life a blessed thing as you pressed a loving kiss to his cheek.

#cfb2023 #arc trooper jesse x reader #dad!Jesse #Clones as fathers #I'm soft for this!#He'd be such a good dad!#they all would!#HOLD ME!#star wars fanfiction #one shot #drabble #prompt challenge

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ficwritingnerd · 1 month

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An upside-down kiss | Mwarch prompt

Mwarch prompt chosen by DevvieDevDraws on Twitter

Tags: Fantasy AU, Fluff, Dragon Shifter Kirishima, Barbarian Bakugo, Rescue, Mild Violence Against Giant Creature

Bakugo and Kirishima had been traveling together ever since Bakugo had saved the dragon shifter from being captured by poachers.

The Barbarian had always hated the damn poachers who did nothing more than hunt beautiful creatures and try to make a quick buck of them, so he hadn’t thought too much about it.

Bakugo had never seen a dragon shifter before, but he’d heard of the legends of them and how loyal they were. He was still, however, very surprised to see the shifter follow on after him after being saved.

When he questioned the redhead on why he was following him, the dragon shifter responded with a genuine smile. “I owe you my life. I’ll never be able to repay you, so I’ll be at your service.”

Bakugo assured him that it wasn’t necessary. That he didn’t save him to earn a favor but Kirishima didn’t budge and so their bond had begun.

With that, they had become an inseparable pair. Going on adventures together had been fun but sometimes trouble couldn’t be avoided...

“Katsuki!” Kirishima yelled as the giant spider-like creature sprayed the blonde in their web. The creature then scurried deeper into the giant cave.

“Shit!” Kirishima followed on foot in his half-shifted form. He had heard that these creatures could consume human flesh on occasion. He needed to find Bakugo and he needed to do it quickly.

He couldn’t fully shift inside the cave but at least he had his wings and the bow and arrow Bakugo had taught him to use.

The best part was that the tips of the arrows were infused with an anesthetic potion which would knock out the beast in seconds. All he had to do was get to where the spider had taken Bakugo and shoot at its body.

With this in mind, Kirishima silently made his way deeper and deeper into the cave. After about 15 minutes he finally reached what seemed like the creature’s main hideout. Everything was covered in webs with random web bunches dangling from the cave’s roof.

He could see the creature sticking something to the roof and then heard Bakugo cursing at the creature, little explosions going off but none having an effect since his body was completely wrapped in the fire-resistant material.

Their web was fire-resistant which is why the material was so rare and sought after. He then saw Bakugo hanging upside down, only able to peek at his face and hair.

Silently he situated himself where he could get a clear shot at the creature’s weak point. Even though they hadn’t been looking for it he knew they had no way out other than knocking it out for a bit. At least they could use the web to trade in the future. All he needed to do was shoot his arrow right into the red part of his back.

Taking a deep breath he steadied his bow, drew back the string, and sent it flying. A giant screech from the beast was heard as it turned toward Kirishima and started making its way toward him before it toppled over itself and fell to the cave floor.

As soon as the creature was down Kirishima flew up to Bakugo and cradled his cheeks and in an impulsive action filled with relief at seeing his favorite grumpy barbarian now safe, he kissed him.

It was only a peck on the lips. Still, Kirishima’s actions caught up to him as he after the fact at Bakugo’s soft hum at the contact.

Realizing what he had done he backed away and started rambling in a panic. “Katsuki, I’m so sorry. I didn’t ask! That is so not manly.”

“Kirishima.” Bakugo tried to interrupt.

“ Please don’t hate me. I was just so relieved that you’re okay and I-”

“Eijirou” Bakugo said more firmly which finally shut the panicking redhead up. “I’m not mad. Although I would have appreciated it if our first kiss didn’t involve me dangling upside down about to pass out I’m not mad that you kissed me... Could you let me down before we talk about this? I’m seriously about to pass out.”

“Crap, yeah sorry. Let me just...” Kirishima used one of his claws to cut the thread holding him to the roof and then quickly grabbed Bakugo, turned him, and softly laid him on the ground before continuing to free him with his claw carefully to prevent hurting the blonde.

Once he was free. Bakugo stood up, wiped his hands on his garments then walked up to Kirishima grabbed his cheeks, and kissed him softly.

Kirishima’s eyes fluttered closed lost in the moment as their lips brushed softly against each other’s and his hands reached for Bakugo’s waist to pull him closer.

Not even a minute later, Bakugo was the first to pull back earning a whine from the dragon shifter. “Don’t be a baby” Bakugo said with a chuckle. “We still have to get out of here before that thing decides to have us for dinner.”

“Ugh, fine. I hate that you’re right.” They picked up as much of the web as they could comfortably carry and left the cave.

“Ei?” Bakugo asked as they walked through the forest-

“Yeah?”

“How long have you seen me as a mate?” The blonde asked while his eyes stayed looking straight ahead.

The redhead blushed. “Since a very long time... why?”

“I wasn’t sure if dragon shifters mated with regular humans is all... that’s why I hadn’t made a move at all...”

The thought of Bakugo being mindful of his traditions and views had his heart melt.

“A mate has to be someone who is worthy... you proved your worth the moment you saved me and expected nothing in return. The fact that you’re beautiful is just a bonus.” Kirishima said with a shrug.

“Oi, you can’t just say stuff like that!” He said as he sped up trying to hide his blush.

In the end, he had immediately known Kirishima was special too. Guess fate was on their side after all.

#kiribaku #boku no hero academia #krbk #my hero academia #krbk fanfic #fluff #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #getting together #fantasy au

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