Dew returning from Tour and has some soft and loving reunation (is that even a word? Its a word now.) sex with Aether.
I don't know why but I'm almost crying over happines from this thought.
listen, this could be softer, it could. but its dewther. and they're desperately horny for each other. so it goes as softly as it can. but it's all love, i promise.
crow once again demonstrating she doesn't know what the definition of a ficlet is...1.4k lmao
The scent of shampoo, cinnamon, and relief curls around Aether's nostrils as he hugs Dew tight to his chest. The little ghoul melts into him, breathing him in just as deeply. Smushing his cheek into his chest.
"Missed you, firefly," Aether mumbles into his hair, voice a little watery.
"So much," Dew replies. “So fucking much, Aethe.” The admission is only loud enough for the quintessence ghoul to hear. As always.
They pull away just far enough to look at each other, like really look at one another’s faces. There’s nothing different, of course. Simultaneously familiar and foreign.
“Hi,” Dew whispers, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“Hi,” Aether grins back. They reach for each other again at the same time, the fire ghoul extending his arms towards his neck while Aether scoops him up by the waist, lifting him off the ground. Dew gives him a chaste kiss before burying his face into his neck, clinging. He hides behind his curtain of hair, pressing his lips to the quintessence ghoul’s ear, daring to scrape a fang against it.
"Now get your dick inside of me before I tear off your pants in front of everyone,” he says, low and suggestive.
Aether huffs a laugh into his shoulder. "So, I shouldnt bend you over the stair railing and fuck you right here?"
Dews knees admittedly go a little weak at the suggestion. If it weren’t for Aether still holding him up, he’d surely have stumbled. “No. Don’t want any of them right now. Just want you.”
Aether hums against his skin. A playful growl bubbles up after that, right before he hikes Dew up, throwing him over his shoulder.
“I’ll be taking this one, ghouls and ghoulettes,” he calls over his shoulder. He doesn’t need to see Dew’s face to know he’s trying his hardest to scowl at the resounding laughter from the rest of them.
The pouting doesn’t stay long, not when Aether brings him to his room, pushing him against the door as soon as it’s closed and pulling him into a deep, open-mouthed kiss. Dew whines through his nose, desperately grabbing at the front of the quintessence ghoul’s shirt. Restraining himself from tearing it off with his claws. He can’t make his fingers work anyway, not with the way Aether threads his big hands through the hair at the nape of his neck, guiding his face however he wants as he licks into his mouth with a groan.
He’s not sure he’s ever been this hard in his infernal life.
“Need you,” Aether says simply. “Need you so fucking badly, Dewdrop.” The use of his full name sends a shiver down his spine, threatening once again to make his knees drop out from underneath him.
He whimpers, needy. “You too—fucking hell, get your clothes off.” Aether pulls away from him like he’s been burnt, shucking his shirt off with one hand and fumbling his waistband down with the other. Dew follows suit, yanking off his sweatshirt and tshirt at the same time, toeing off his shoes and nearly tripping over himself. Somehow, they hobble towards the bed without injury, clothes flying into the corner without care.
Aether bullies the fire ghoul onto the bed as soon as they’re both bare, pushing him down onto the sheets and engulfing him with his body. Dew groans with it, canting his hips upwards as their cocks slot together.
“Oh fuck—oh fuck,” Dew pants, nearly shaking as his hands grope at Aether’s back, his shoulders.
“Mmpf—can we—wait, can I just—” Aether pulls back, propping himself up on his hands, chest heaving. “Can I just—let me look at you for a second?” It’s pleading, said through a gasp. His eyes are searching his face, roaming every inch of Dew’s body.
The fire ghoul grips his arms. “Aethe, you just—”
“Please?” Their eyes meet, so much unsaid crossing between them in a fraction of a second.
Dew softens. “Yeah,” he breathes. “Yeah that’s—okay.” He smooths his hands down Aether’s arms, stopping just under his elbows. He looks up at his mate, searching his expression. It’s almost pained—fang poking out as he bites his lip, brow furrowed, nose scrunching, eyes shining—but underneath it is disbelief, reverence. Love.
“Fuck, Dew,” he sighs, a little bit of laughter bubbling up with it. “I can’t believe you’re here right now.”
The fire ghoul offers a small smile in return. “I’m here.” He rubs his thumbs back and forth across Aether’s skin, soothing. “Come down here?” The bigger ghoul obliges, slotting their bodies together once more. Dew sighs happily, tail thumping against the bed as he buries his face into Aether’s neck.
The quintessence ghoul places kisses into Dew’s shoulder, really pressing his nose into his skin. He works his way down to his collarbone, teasing a little tongue and fang. Dew drops his head back down to the bed, groaning bodily.
“Yes,” he breathes. He drops his hand into Aether’s hair, encouraging. He mouths at the hollow of his throat, nips along his sternum. “Fuck, Aether, yes.” The ghoul above him groans low before dragging his mouth over to a ringed nipple, sucking it into his mouth.
Dew howls, a wrecked feminine sound that goes through the break in his voice. The hand in Aether’s hair tightens to a fist, ripping a groan from him too. But he keeps sucking, swirling the metal around his tongue, working the bud until it hardens in his mouth.
“Satanas, you’re gonna kill me—please, Aethe—hn.” Dew’s cock kicks between them, no doubt already spurting precum onto his stomach.
“Could spend all night doing this,” he admits before latching onto the other nipple. Sucking harder on purpose, abusing the sensitive flesh.
“Please don’t,” Dew begs, twisting his other hand into the sheets. His cock kicks again, traitorously.
“Won’t,” he mutters. “Can feel how hard you are.”
“Want you,” the fire ghoul whines, bucking his hips into Aether. “Don’t make me wait.”
“No more waiting,” he agrees, running his hands down Dew’s torso. “Fuck, no more waiting,” he repeats, like he doesn’t believe himself. Dew guides his hand down between them, pulling his face back up with the other. Their lips seal together with a shared groan as Aether wraps his hand around them both, stroking from root to tip.
“Fuck,” Dew nearly sobs. “Satanas, Aether—”
“Yeah,” he breathes. “So good, Dew, fuck you feel so good.” His knuckles brush against the pool of precum under the fire ghoul’s naval, making him groan. He coats his fingers, smearing it over them both and stroking again.
Aether only gets in a few more strokes, a few more sloppy kisses before Dew’s pushing at him again with a whine. “Unholy shit, fuck me—please, need you inside me, s’ not enough.” The quintessence ghoul moves to press his fingers against Dew’s fluttering rim. Nearly ghosts them over the muscle before Dew’s gripping at his shoulder, claws digging into his skin.
“Don’t need it.”
“Dew—”
“Aether—”
“It’s gonna hurt if I don’t—”
“Aethe, for fucks sake.” He’s wild-eyed, desperate. Aether stares, fingers still hovering over his hole. Dew swallows. "You aren't gonna hurt me, Aethe.” He huffs out the tiniest laugh. “Please, I swear to Belial if you don’t get your dick inside of me—”
“Okay, okay.” He spreads Dew’s legs, settling more between them. He gives himself a stroke, long and luxurious, sighing. He indulges in a few pulls, smirking when he sees Dew ogling him with an open mouth. “You really want me that bad?”
“I’m gonna punch you.”
“Hm,” Aether hums, lining up the head to his—notably wet—hole. He groans. “Fuck, yeah, you want me bad, don’t you?” He grips Dew’s hip and dips inside before the other ghoul can get a chance to respond. It’s slick but it’s tight. “Oh Dew, that’s—”
“Uh huh,” Dew gasps, shaking with it. “Fucking all the way, all the—”
Aether thrusts down to the hilt, both gasping. Dew’s eyes flutter shut, mouth dropping open as his little chest heaves with breathy moans. Aether holds onto his hips like they might drift apart if he doesn’t.
And they sit there, unmoving, heavy exhalations and sounds of pleasure mingling in between each other. Aether sinks down slowly, melting back against his mate’s body, letting the smaller ghoul tuck himself into the space that feels designed just for him. He rests his forehead against Dew's, just reveling in the fact he's there, that they’re together again.
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the angst in your zombie au bREAKS MY HEART INTO PIECES (I LOVE IT VERY MUCH)
okay, okay, so!! if the kagebros got separated from reigen and teru when mob is still fine, i imagine that their reunion would be hEARTWRENCHING also, i'm a bit curious, would mob still be able to recognize teru and reigen? or would he thought about them as strangers?
(tbh, following your lore, i imagine mob would act a similarly like nezuko from demon slayer? but instead of little hums, his zombie sounds would more like babbling and incoherent mumbles :"D)
the reunion is fuckin AWFUL man it's SO gut-wrenching. both reigen and teru feared this for Months while looking for the brothers; pretty much the worst case scenario was that mob or ritsu or Both turned—a lot of humans prefer death over being a zombie any day, so the idea of ritsu or mob having to go through that and wander around aimlessly until starvation or smth else gets them,,,
it hurts them so much to think about. teru forces himself not to dwell on it and he's pretty good at that but reigen thinks abt it a lot and he's honestly not sure what scenario is worse. best case is that they're both alive and unturned, obviously, but what's the worst case? you'd think it's both of them getting killed, or turning, but reigen also knows that if One of them got killed/turned, the other would probably lose their mind, especially if they had to watch. the fact that they're kids makes this all three times worse and reigen has to act like he's Not worrying himself sick over the brothers while he tries to keep teru in high spirits
the reunion itself is rly fuckin gut-wrenching for them. they see mob from afar, wandered off just a bit from ritsu and tome who are just around the bend looting a place, and they book it bc ofc they do, it's mob!! but then they see how pale he is, and when he turns around they don't see that light in his eyes that's usually there and the red is dulled and dead looking,, teru almost moves in for a hug before he realizes mob looks vastly different when he Rly takes him in, and mob doesn't rly react too much besides staring at them blankly. the obvious answer is almost too horrifying to even consider, so it takes them a minute to rly,,realize what's going on
tome comes around the bend and shouts, cuz when humans and zombies mix it's usually guns pointed at zombie heads. ritsu comes running out after her and when he sees reigen and teru his thoughts go, in order: holy shit is that reigen and tero ohmygod oh my god they're alive they're alive ohmy god i could fucking cry, and ohmy god they see shige ohno oh no oh no
ritsu sounds like a lunatic when he pulls mob away from them on instinct and says that he's safe to be around and that he's "still him" and he's "not gone" and he's very aware of that. he's very, intimately aware that he sounds fuckin crazy, bc ofc he does, this is what all the crazy people in zombie movies sound like. but he doesn't care, he doesn't care if reigen or teru dismiss him as nuts—he has to make them understand that his brother is still in there somewhere
and yeah, they both kinda think that ritsu's lost his marbles a little bit, but while teru is focused on that and the fact that mob doesn't look like he's rly tuned into Anything that's happening rn, reigen is a bit more focused on the fact that both ritsu and mob look awful? they're both very skinny and very dirty, obviously barely scraping by. they're cut up and ritsu's jacket is basically blood and dirt with a little bit of green fabric mixed in. and just by the look in ritsu's eyes, reigen can tell, man ... reigen can tell ritsu is like.not okay at this point he's kinda lost it.
i think the most painful thing about this whole reunion in general is that later that night, when reigen and teru r finally like ok we get it he's,, he's still mob. we believe you (they want to believe him... [they Do believe him, later, wholeheartedly]) and they settle down someplace safe, teru asks how long mob's been like this. and ritsu has to answer "since we got separated" and they both have that to stew over while everybody else sleeps
they realize that ritsu likely watched mob turn, watched the entire process, and that process takes a long time. it's at least a week of deteriorating motor functions and cognitive skill, and the fact that ritsu stayed for that to keep mob company is .ough. and it doesn't end there bc ritsu obviously stayed after that too
given how these things usually go, ritsu probably did think about killing mob. it probably did cross his mind, bc that's basically what everybody's been told to do. kill them before they have a chance to do any more damage. and it's obvious that ritsu did not have it in him
ritsu not only did not have it in him to kill him, he didn't even have it in him to leave him there. the kid fucking took him with him. a zombie. and he's somehow made it work, for months. and the next few days are filled with watching him still treat mob like a brother and take care of him and gently steer him away from a bird he tries to follow down the wrong street.ritsu is as gentle and kind as he's ever been with his brother. and even tho they're both hungry and tired and barely making it, ritsu is doing a rly good job taking care of mob with what he's been given
the kid obviously wholeheartedly believes in a cure and that mob is still There. he's gone through the trouble to take care of him, and the grief of continuously seeing a loved one that many would consider effectively dead, to get him that cure. to get him his brother back. and mob doesn't seem to be in any pain or distress, so reigen and teru think that this path ritsu has followed is probably infinitely kinder than the mercy kill method they've been taught to do
i think they have a new respect for ritsu, after that reunion
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waaaAAAHHHH sreedie I’m so fucking pumped for this chapter you have no IDEA
jee out here crushing rasu’s hopes and dreams like the perfect grumpy uncle he is <3
rasu is the emotional fallout catcher and I love him for that
wheezing that katara’s most pressing concern when seeing zuko for the first time is THIS BITCH HAS HAIR??
zuko please why is your fight or flight response fucked up enough to become fight or insult the person trying to help you.
oh shit wait does zuko think katara is sokka???
yeah zuko definitely thinks she’s sokka lmao it’s giving major head injury
ugh NO just let sokka see zuko I hate it here
BUT ALSO!!! big win that iroh can tell the boys that zhao is dead at some point (it better be sooner rather than later, right sreedie??)
AT LEAST AZULA ISNT IN BA SING SE it’s the little victories lads, the itsy bitsy ones
also can sokka PLEASE tell SOMEBODY about the bending suppressants I’m like super concerned about that
aaaaaang not the yue bomb T-T
dude. the fact that aang has suffered so much loss- I can’t anymore
BATO T-T not zuko’s “glowing personality”
god I love chang he takes No shit whatsoever
I’m sorry but bato saying ara “had some issues” is such an understatement, why does this man have such a comedic thought process. he really said I do not want to touch This with a 10ft pole
LMAO pls it would be so funny if bato did end up kissing chang (especially if it’s accidental)
loving bato in his damage control era
CHANG “now that things are awkward I’m gonna go” T-T my guy said TOODLES
ah yes, return of the penis fingers trauma from the good old days <3
HES AWAKE and immediately making innuendoes
trust that jet decides to expose sokka while on his deathbed I shouldn’t have expected any less from him
AZULA
I love mai <33333333
sreedie WHO has been leaving you negative comments and WHERE can I find them (not bc I wanna defend you or anything haha not like I still care about you even though we’re divorced haha I HATE you actually)
anyways I’ve been ROBBED???!?!? wHere was my zukka reunion >:(((
sreedie it better be soon bc I’m losing my whole mind… but yes very very vibrating-out-of-my-seat about the potential of a zuko and chang reunion too :3 (if you kill chang I will throw a rock through your window and smash all your lightbulbs)
LOVE HATE YOU HEAPS <3
LEEEEEKKKKIIIIIEEEEE
the time has come I release your ask into the void and am no longer able to stare at it and giggle when I see all your silly but so satisfying words. (I’m sorry this one is so much later than the rest my life is enjoying kicking me around and I’m too tired to fight back)
Ok sooo…. I love/hate you let’s DO THIS!
I feel like Zukos hair was more important than his redemption arc so yes it must be acknowledged by everyone almost immediately haha.
I hate it here too leekie let’s move fuck the ending of this fic let’s do a new one
I think I just heard leekie is a Chang/bato shipper but it’s a trouple because lyns there so it’s a real party whoop whoop!
Zukka reunion is coming, its just probably…. Not….. next……. Chaoter………. Sorrrrrryyyy but SOON
I swear soon
Love ya
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