#since it WAS his event that brought papa back

[mahg-stuff]

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑫𝒐𝒍𝒍

Prompt: "Only God knows why"

Summary: Big Daddy just wants to try exploring new erotic themes with his sweet dolly but it involves a firearm, though she is wary she puts her faith in Elvis and God.

Pairing: bd!elvis x afab!reader

Word count: 13k

Warnings: p in v, unprotected sex, excessive smut, 18+!, gun play, sorta naive reader, manipulative tactics!?, mentions of religion, age gap (isn’t directly stated), certain themes can be disturbing/dark, lots of manhandling, quick mention of Elvis’ health, implied butt stuff f!receiving (only briefly brought to the attention), first time giving oral m!receiving, use of the word daddy, pet names, Elvis at one point calls himself papa bear, might’ve missed a few...

AN: ITS HERE MY LOVELY'S! I know i made y’all wait so so long for this & I just wanna say sorry. Life just decided to get in the way again and took a toll on me but I'm finally back & ready to give you guys this story you so deserve!

Like I mentioned in my previous post this is my literal first attempt of writing something like this and about Elvis, as well as writing about religion. Hope you all enjoy it! I’m no expert so please go easy on me. hehehe (Though I will admit I had this story idea marinating for a quite awhile, let's just say Big Daddy is a handful.)

 

 After wrapping up your usual prayer of gratitude to God for another day of life, something you had started doing since getting with Elvis. You noticed the time on the clock and realized that night was drawing near. Feeling a sense of peace and delight, you closed your eyes, ready to embrace the night and all the possibilities it may bring. You felt grateful for the moment and decided to cherish it. As you opened your eyes, you promised yourself to make the most of the night and enjoy every minute of it. 

 Getting up from your vanity's desk, striding to the bathroom with some pep in each step, and starting to wind down for the night by getting ready for a relaxing bath. You entered the bath and soaked in the warm water, letting your mind drift as you reflected on the events of the day. You remembered what Elvis mentioned earlier today, that he'd be getting his hands on a new toy for the two of you. You weren't sure what this toy could be at all, but you were excited to find out. You trusted him to surprise you with something delightful, even if it meant not fully understanding it at first. However, as you soaked in the warm water, trying to relax, you just couldn't help but wonder if this new toy would be something intimate and sensual, considering Elvis' comment about it being an "adult" toy. Regardless of your slight inexperience in this area, you felt safe knowing that Elvis would be there with you. 

 Finally feeling freshened up, you hop out of the bath, wrapping yourself in a fluffy towel before heading to the closet. Looking through it, you spotted your new pink babydoll nightie. You couldn't help but beam at yourself, your thoughts going straight to him. Taking it off the hook, you slipped it right on after putting on some simple underwear. You skipped  towards the mirror, admiring how the pink satin fabric draped over your curves and how the lace details accentuated your feminine features. You couldn't wait for him to see you in it, knowing he'd be pleased. He always told you how pretty you were in pink and how it brought out the rosy glow in your cheeks. You turned your back to the mirror, looking back at yourself over your shoulder with a playful grin, then blowing a kiss to yourself, feeling like a ditz just at the mere thought of his approval. Catching the time on the clock through the mirror, you gasped, realizing Elvis would probably be on his way right now. You rushed back to the bathroom and applied some light makeup and a little bit of eyeliner, just the way Elvis liked it. Before letting your hair down and brushing it out, your natural loose curls flowing against the midsection of your back. Finishing up and giving yourself one last glance in the bathroom mirror, your hand naturally reaches to touch the cross on your necklace, a comforting habit you've developed over the past months of being with him.

You take a deep breath, and as you are about to walk out of the bathroom, you can hear the sound of the bedroom door opening and closing. You feel a flutter of excitement in your chest as you know it's him. You were probably so lost in your thoughts that you didn't even hear his arrival. Composing yourself, you slowly walk out into the bedroom, and there he is, standing with his side to you. 

 He turns to you, revealing a better view of his tall and broad frame, slightly pudgy but taut at the same time. As you approach him, you observe just how tall he is, towering over you. His big shoulders stretch out the fabric of his shirt, and his pudgy belly that protrudes just barely over his belt. You can't help but feel small in his presence. Shyly meeting his gaze, you notice a twinkle in his eyes through his glasses, and you can't help but wonder why he held both of his hands behind him. His deep, honey-colored voice echoed off the walls.

 You felt a sense of security wash over you as you listened to him speak. "There's ma sweet baby 𝑫𝒐𝒍𝒍." 

 You practically pounced on him, embracing him in your arms, they hardly reached to hold him all. You nuzzled your face against his hairy chest that was revealed by his open button up, breathing in his distinctive aroma of musk with hints of cigar and his cologne, feeling safe in his embrace. As he held you tightly, you felt like a kitten being cradled in his large and heavy arms. As you pulled away, you gazed into his eyes but everted them due to his intense stare.

 "I missed you." you mumbled as you coyly ran your little digits through his chest hair. 

He then held your lower back tightly with one of his broad hands and kissed your forehead. 

"I missed ya too, ma sweet angel," he replied in his thick, southern drawl. 

As he spoke, you could feel the vibrations of his bass voice reverberating through your body, making you shiver. You knew that no matter what happened, his embrace would always be your safe haven. He looked at you with such intensity that it was practically begging you to look away. You could feel the weight of his gaze, as if he were trying to communicate something without saying a word. It was both exhilarating and unnerving, and you couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking. Eventually, you broke the silence. 

"What ya thinking about, bub?" you voiced as you poked at him in a girlish manner.

He let out a soft chuckle and shook his head, breaking his intense gaze. You felt relieved but also a little disappointed that you didn't get to uncover the mystery behind those blue eyes. You spotted him looking at you up and down behind his spectacles, and you were overcome with a rush of shyness. You were conscious of how little clothing you were wearing in comparison to him—you were just wearing a pair of underwear underneath your babydoll and were barefoot—as opposed to how fully dressed he was. He kept staring at you, and you could feel your heart pounding and your cheeks flushing. While you were already his, it took some getting used to the impact he had on you. Sometimes he left you almost woozy with the way he handled you. You made an effort to keep his stare in your direction, but soon you had to turn away since the intensity of his gaze became too much to bear. He made a muttering noise and stretched out to firmly grasp your chin to make you look up at him. The coolness of his rings and roughness of his large hand on your warm skin was a dangerous sensation you enjoyed but knew you'd never admit it to him. As he held your gaze, you couldn't help but feel excitement. You wondered what he was thinking as his thumb lightly brushed against your lips, making you shiver with anticipation.

 "Yur jus tha prettiest lil’ thing, ya know that sweetness?" in a low tone. 

You nodded to him with your doe-eyes, trying your hardest not to break eye contact. While holding his gaze on yours, gauging for your reaction, he let go of your face and slowly lifted your nightie to reveal your undies he stroked his fingers over the waistline, letting his icy rings brush across your belly, giving you goosebumps. His face lit up when he saw your choice of underwear, a simple pair of white cotton undies. You couldn't help but be embarrassed by his attention, but you also wondered what else he was thinking as he looked at you. You shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, but you couldn't deny the little thrill you felt of being so intimately inspected. You felt exposed but also desired, and knowing that he was the only one who could make you feel that way made him even more irresistible.

 Letting your nightie drape over you once again, he held out one of his hands. You took it without hesitation, feeling the warmth of his big palm against yours. He leaned in, pressing his lips to your neck and trailing kisses down to your collarbone that left tingling sensations behind. You closed your eyes, trying your best to hold back any noise that urged to escape. 

"C’mon, tiny, give yer ol' man ah lil’ spin," he encouraged whispering into your ear as he leaned back. 

 You agreed compliantly and did a twirl for him, your nightie flowing up a  bit and revealing your clad butt to him, which he whistled at with praise. As you spun around, you couldn't help but feel a rush of giddiness. 

He liked seeing you this way, it was like you were his own little doll. 

 You liked the sense of being entirely in his hands and enjoyed playing, exploring, and being pleased with him. As he continued to admire you, you felt your body responding to his touch, with that fuzzy feeling in your belly and your panties growing slightly damp. You were immediately distracted when you noticed that he still held something behind his back. You wanted him so desperately. The same ache could be seen in his eyes, but you quickly fought the tension that was beginning to grow between your gazes, leaving only want in its wake.  

 "So, w-what exactly is this new toy you were getting t-today..?" You stuttered out as you wriggled towards the arm behind his back in a kittenish manner, but he was faster than you and withdrew away before you could get a good look. 

"Now, darlin’, you go ahead and sit yer lovely self on that bed there and keep those pretty eyes closed f’me, hmm.." was the command he gave in that thick drawl you adored. 

With a sneer look on his face, he gestured to the side of the bed, and you realized there was no use in disagreeing with him. You closed your eyes and tried to relax, wondering what he had in store for you.

 "Alright, babydoll, now hold out them gorgeous things," he said once you were comfortable on the bed with your eyes shut. 

His voice made you shudder, and you extended out your small hands, palms up, as he asked. You could feel something heavy, metallic, and cold being put inside of them, and you couldn't help but want to have a look. You opened your eyes and gasped when you saw a black pistol gleaming in your hands. You were aware that Elvis owned a variety of guns, but since they were lethal weapons, he never brought them near you. You gave him a confused look as you glanced up at him with wide eyes. 

 "Goddamnit, honey, did I tell ya ta open your eyes?'' He voiced it sternly. 

 You quickly shut your eyes again, unable to utter a word. 

 As you sat there in your and Elvis' shared bed with a gun in your hand, you couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline. You had never held a firearm before, let alone a lethal one. Your heart was racing, and you could feel the weight of the gun pulling down on your dainty arms. You knew you had to trust Elvis, even though you were unsure of his intentions. You tried to calm your thoughts, but the fear of the unknown was getting overwhelming.

 Suddenly, Elvis broke the silence, seeing the way your hands were starting to slightly shake, and said, "Darlin', now go ahead an open 'em pretty doll eyes f'me." 

You slowly opened your eyes, still feeling the rush of adrenaline, and looked up at Elvis. He saw the rushing thoughts in your eyes, making him feel a twinge of guilt but also amusement. He took a few steps back, and it looked like he was admiring the view. 

"Would'ya look ah that, mah two stunnin' girls look great together." He gasped as he stared in awe. 

The way he referred to you and the gun as his girls sent a shiver down your spine, a strange mix of fear and excitement. You never expected to find yourself in this situation, holding a gun in your trembling hands. But deep down, your assurance in God gave you a glimmer of hope that everything would turn out okay. As Elvis looked at you and the gun, you couldn't help but feel a rush of confused emotions. Elvis was looking at your expression, and he couldn't help but be entertained by your confused state, but then he saw as your expression went from confusion to overwhelm. Your rookie self was sitting there with that cold weapon in your trembling hands, looking at Elvis with knitted eyebrows and a pout. He sensed your emotions were becoming too much for you and quickly moved to ease your distress. With a gentle smile, he reached out and gently took the gun from your trembling hands, placing it safely out of reach on the bed.

 "I ain't mean ta startle ya, tiny. I ain't gon hurt cha." He said it softly, soothing your nerves slightly. 

You nodded hesitantly, still unsure of what was happening.

 "Good," he ushered as he stroked down on your hair, putting a strand behind your ear. 

You took a deep breath and tried to process what was happening. So this was the 'new toy' he went to get today—a gun. Elvis was known for his extravagant gifts and gestures, but this was different. He had presented you with a gun, and although he said it was out of reach now, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease. You continued to observe him, searching for answers, but he simply leaned in closer. 

"I trust ya, baby," he said, his voice low and smooth. 

"And I need ya to trust me too." You couldn't deny the allure of his charm, but the fear in your gut was still present. You had no idea what he was implying here. 

"El-" you tried to speak before Elvis interrupted you. 

"Now before you say anythin' darlin', lemme explain. Last night, ..." he paused, "it's just I had a thought, and, w-well, maybe I was wonderin' if you'd like ta bring that beaut into the bedroom, hmm? What d'ya say?" 

 You were taken aback by Elvis’ request and unsure of how to respond. Your gut was telling you to be wary, but you also didn't want to offend or disappoint him. Elvis was now taking off his slightly tinted glasses and placing them on the bedside table. Your eyes connected once again with his sense of urgency.

 "I understand if ya ain’t comfortable with it," he said softly, his words rolling off his tongue like sweet velvet, "but I jus thought it'd be fun ta try s-somethin' different, somethin' new, together." 

You weren't sure why, perhaps it was the brief tingling sensation that still lingered after your body responded to his touch from the events that occurred not so long ago, but there was something about his request that gave you a rouse deep down. Pushing that feeling away almost quickly and coming back to your senses and reality, you wondered how a gun would do any good in a setting of intimacy, which led your thoughts to race once again. Handguns are made for killing, they are no better for anything else, as you thought. 

 Building up the courage to speak, you expressed, "E-Elvis, I don't really understand, why, why you'd want to involve an item like that i-in our intimate space." 

Elvis looked at you, his expression unreadable for a moment before he let out sternly, "Only God knows why, hon', everythin' appears for ah reason, an that is why this idea was sent to me." 

You paused for a moment before timidly looking up at the cross that hung on the wall of the bedroom.

 "Sweetheart, look, you may not comprehend it right now. That may not appear ta be fair. But God knows what he's doin'." Elvis interrupted your thoughts. 

He took your smaller hands in his big ones and gently squeezed them, speaking, "Trust in the Lord with all yur heart, and do not lean on your own understandin', in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make straight ya paths."

He had just uttered the following words from Proverbs 3:5-6 as he stared into your eyes. It was clear that Elvis was trying to soothe you and help you find peace in your current situation. Giving the cross another glance brought you back to what you had promised yourself at the beginning of the night after prayer, 'to make the most of the night and enjoy every minute of it'. You pondered for a while and thought that certainly this was truly God's notion, and he was leading you to embrace this unexpected and confusing situation as an opportunity for growth and a test of your faith. He was telling you to fulfill that promise right now. 

 As you looked back at Elvis, you felt a sense of calmness and knew that with him by your side and your faith in God, you could handle whatever came your way. Elvis gave you an encouraging look after observing your train of thought. You took a deep breath and decided to let go of any doubts or worries and instead fulfill Elvis' request by taking a leap of faith. While you knew Elvis wouldn't harm you, you were still a little wary about what role that particular object might play in the night's events. Eyeing the firearm where it now lay on the bed. You felt Elvis' large hand come into contact and rest on your bare shoulder, and your head shot back to his face as he gave you a reassuring smile.

 "Don worry, doll," he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and affection.

 "I promise it'll all jus’ be like ah playful lil' game." 

With a mixture of curiosity and uneasiness, you sluggishly nodded to him, “Okay-y then.”

He then went to remove his heavy blazer, slipping it off and tossing it somewhere on the bed. You flitched a little at the sudden movement but couldn't tear your eyes away from his piercing gaze. The uncertainty in your eyes was replaced by a flicker of fever as he approached, his confident steps inching closer to you.  As he stood in front of you, he bent down to meet your gaze as you sat still on the bed. His broad shoulders and tall stature seemed to loom over you, emphasizing how bitty you were in comparison. With a coy smile appearing on your lips, you began to play with a lock of your hair, feeling oh so fragile in his presence. He clutched the back of your head and pulled you in close for a passionate kiss. In your overwhelmed state, your hands fumbled clumsily, unsure of where to go. He pulled back, staring into your eyes, and with a rough motion, reached for your arm, pulling you to stand up from the bed. 

You couldn't help but yelp a tiny, "ouch." 

His grip still firmly on your arm, he went and sat himself down on the bed. He pulled you into him right away and made you lay on your tummy beside him, he handled you like a ragdoll and pulled you over so your lower body was draped across his lap. Your uncertainty and exhilaration were both palpable as you lay there, consumed by a mix of confusion and excitement. His actions left your mind spinning, unsure of how to react or what he expected from you.  You felt his big belt buckle rubbing against your bare thigh, as well as feeling his slightly protruding belly pressing against your upper thigh. In a way, it brought you sensations you didn't understand but liked. You felt his large hand rubbing up and down against your back thigh, going higher and reaching under your nightie to your clad bum as he firmly squeezed it. Feeling your face flush at this, though it wasn't new to you, you still felt shy at his actions. He scrunched the bottom of your nightie, pulling it up and revealing your undies to him. 

"My, my, you are jus ah sight for sore eyes, honey." You blushed even deeper as his words sent a shiver down your spine. 

His touch, combined with his compliment, made you feel excitement. You couldn't help but squirm slightly under his firm grip. As his fingers traced the edges of your underwear, teasingly exploring the delicate fabric. Suddenly, you felt the coldness of something gliding up your calf. You glanced over your shoulder to see him holding the gun. Your heart raced as a million thoughts ran through your mind. Was he really about to use the gun in such a way? You gulped nervously, unsure of what to expect next. His eyes locked with yours, a mischievous grin playing on his lips as he brought the gun more upward across your leg, grazing the tip softly over your delicate skin. You slightly moved to lift your upper body, feeling overwhelmed by this new situation.

 Softly you stammered, "Wait... E-Elvis...". His eyes softened as he looked at your frazzled state. 

“I want no harm done ta ma baby doll, hmm, it's only ah little fun," he rasped out. 

"Y'know I'll always take care of ya.” he caresses you with one hand while the pistol rests in the other along your thigh. 

 You start to feel more at ease as he reassures you, and gives you an encouraging look. You take a deep breath, trying to calm the racing thoughts. As you glance down at the pistol resting on your thigh, you look back at him and give him a timid but sweet grin. While keeping an eye on the pistol, your gaze shifts to the cross on the wall in front of you, providing a comforting sense that everything will be alright. He steadily starts to bring the gun more upward, grazing it on your back thighs and in-between them, slowly inching higher until it reaches over your clothed backside. 

 Despite the unsettling nature of the situation, your mind becomes foggy and your senses dulled. That fuzzy sensation rises as he traces the contours of your back thighs and rear end with the cool touch of the gun, heightening a mixture of nerves and anticipation. He brought his other hand to your hair, grabbing it, making you turn to look at him, and the way he ran the gun across your body left a trail of goosebumps along your precious skin.  

 In that moment, time seems to stand still as you stare into his eyes, a mix of fear and curiosity swirling within you. You watch as he inches the gun towards your undies, dragging it slowly along the fabric, teasingly close to the sensitive skin underneath. Your breath hitches, your heart pounding in your chest, as you wonder what he has planned next. Every nerve ending in your body is on edge, ready to experience the unknown.

 As the gun hovers just above the edge of your undies, you can't help but let out a shaky breath, a silent plea for reassurances. He eyes you as he starts sliding the pistol in between you and the fabric, his gaze filled with both mischief and desire. The cool metal of the gun grazes against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His other hand lets go of your hair and brings it to caress the cheek of your face, lightly squeezing it. With one hand gripping the gun and the other now firmly holding your face, he leans back slightly, to admire you. The contrast between his strong, supple thighs and your petite frame as you lay across his lap sends a jolt of anticipation through his body. As you rest against him, you can't help but feel both breathless and eager for what lies ahead. He chuckles softly, enjoying your muzzy state and the way your lips are slightly parted. 

"Mah sweet yittle baby is doin' so good f'me." You can't help but blush at his words, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal. 

His deep, even-keeled voice sends shivers down your spine as you obediently keep still, not daring to make a sound. The weight of his hand on your face is both comforting and controlling—a reminder of how much you love pleasing him and giving your all to him. As he continues to stroke your cheek, his touch gentle yet firm, you can't help but surrender further to his control. The intensity of his gaze holds you captive, his eyes piercing into your soul, leaving you feeling displayed and vulnerable. Every word he speaks feels like a command, and you are eager to comply, to show him just how much faith you have in him. He lets go of your face and directs his attention back to your clad bottom, the gun still grazing under the fabric on your buttocks as he inched closer to your dulcet parts. 

 But then he stops and reaches with his other hand, coming into contact with the waistband, and swiftly pulls them down to your mid thighs, revealing your bare ass, and slowly but firmly starts grazing the gun over it. Every nerve ending in your body is on high alert, acutely aware of your every movement. 

 Each stroke is calculated, leaving a trail of electrifying sensations in its wake. As the gun traces its path along your rear, you can't help but feel a strange mix of pleasure and danger—an intoxicating concoction that leaves you craving for more. You feel a tad bit jittery but stiffen as you feel him bring the pistol along your tailbone and drag lower along the middle of your buttocks, going lower until he reaches that sensitive area between your thighs. Your heart pounds in your chest, matching the rhythm of your quickened breaths. 

 He notices your state and coos again, questioning softly this time, "Tiny's doin' such ah good job fer me, ain't she?" 

Your cheeks flush deeper with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement as you nervously nod to him over your shoulder, yearning for his approval. 

As he continues to explore the sensitive area between your thighs, you can't help but feel a ripple of pleasure and shock shoot through your body when he presses the cold metal against your heat.

 "Oh—mmph," you gasp lowly, your words muffled by the intensity of the moment. 

The sensation is unlike anything you've ever experienced before—a tantalizing mix of pleasure and the forbidden. As he continues to tease you with the cold metal, your mind becomes consumed with a dizzying array of thoughts. You find yourself surrendering to the intoxicating pull, losing yourself in the overwhelming sensations that ripple through your body. 

Elvis sees this and smirks, his grip on the gun tightens, rubbing it against your sensitive core, as he slowly speaks, "You enjoyin' that doll? See, I knows what's best for ya." 

You're too overwhelmed to respond, the mixture of fear and arousal fueling a confusing rollercoaster of emotions within you. He takes a peek and sees how your flesh is pressed against the pistol, he lets out a low chuckle, seeing the slickness of your arousal starting to glisten along the gun. 

"Oh, y’dirty lil' girl." he murmurs out in his smooth voice. 

The physical sensations and his words, combined with the undeniable evidence of his growing desire against your thigh, heighten your anticipation, leaving you flushed. Your face probably looks like a tomato by now, but all you can do is bite down on your lip from the new sensations you're feeling. Elvis decides to push the boundaries as he brings the pistol back up along the middle of your ass, leaving your throbbing core, but this time he goes in-between your cheeks, catching a view of your small hole. You shift in his lap as you feel the cool air hit it, and your breath hitches in response. The charged atmosphere is heavy as Elvis slowly traces the outline of your anus with the muzzle of the pistol, teasingly applying gentle pressure. Your mind races with panic at the unfamiliar commotion, and you try to slowly crawl further toward the bed and away from his lap. He had never been so close to that area, and the intrusion by gun both jarred and frightened you, you felt it was getting too much for your little self. 

 "Wha-, no-o, not there!" you shrieked out in a high pitched voice, hoping he would attend to your plea. Elvis smirked, his hold on you loosening. 

"Oh, sweetheart," he whispered huskily, his voice appearing playful.

 "Is this too much fer mah yittle baby," he said, as he withdrew the gun from your prohibited area. 

You relaxed, still feeling the tingling in your belly but also having scattered emotions. He went and placed his heavy hand on the small of your back and leaned down to kiss your bottom before giving it a light slap.

 "Y’were so darn good, f'me doll." He cooed out as he gripped your arm roughly, lifting you up from your lying position along his lap. 

You stumbled slightly as he pulled you up, your body still feeling weak from the intensity of the moment. As he guided you to your feet, his grip on your arm tightening, you couldn't help but feel a mix of conflicting emotions, excitement, and danger. You balanced yourself, feeling your nightie drape back down, but then heard the slight noise of your undies hitting the carpet under you near your feet, causing a sudden rush of embarrassment to flood over you. You glanced down, and so did he, both of you eyeing the wet stain you had left on them from the actions that had just taken place. Your cheeks flushed crimson, and you quickly looked away, playing with your fingers. 

 He couldn't help but smirk at the sight of your damp undies. Elvis stood up from the bed and towered in front of you, his presence commanding the room. You could feel the intensity of his gaze as he leaned closer, bringing his larger hand to gently pet your head. He then gripped your head towards him, his voice low and filled with a mix of desire and control. 

 "Did ya enjoy that, Tiny?" he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. Your heart raced as you met his intense gaze, unable to speak. 

You nodded silently, feeling a wave of anticipation and curiosity wash over you. 

His smirk broadened as he noticed your reaction—a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes. Slowly, he released his grip on your head and leaned in, kissing your forehead softly. Then he took your lips in a slow, passionate kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. As his enormous hands wandered down your body, the intensity of the moment grew, causing your body to respond eagerly. Your brain goes fuzzy once more, as your nipples harden under your silk pink nightie. As his hands trailed down your smaller frame, his touch felt intense and electrifying. His lips left yours and began to trail a path of kisses along your jawline, down the column of your neck, and to the hollow of your throat. 

Your breath quickened, mingling with his as he pressed his body closer to yours, the feeling of his pudgy belly and big buckle adding a comforting weight against you. His desire was evident in the way his large hands gripped your teeny waist. His bulge grazed against your upper abdomen, and a surge of anticipation coursed through your veins, heightening the electricity between you. You felt yourself growing hotter, the slick between your thighs was starting to ooze out even more, causing your legs to clamp together involuntarily.  Elvis caught this, and his lips curled into a mischievous smile. He leaned in closer, and brought his hand to squeeze your breast over the silk fabric. The touch sent a jolt of pleasure through your body, making you gasp softly. His fingertips danced over the hardened bud, teasing and caressing, as his other hand trailed down your back, giving your ass a light but firm squeeze. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, as the heat between you became almost unbearable. You could feel his desire pulsating against you, almost matching the rhythm of your racing heartbeat. He then dragged his hand down your body until it met the hem of your nightie, his touch tracing the delicate fabric.  

The impatience built within you, as you yearned for him to explore further. His massive hand continued its journey, inching lower and lower, until it reached under and to the center of your innermost desires. With a tender yet possessive grip, he cupped your exposed, sopping core, sending a buzz of electricity through your entire being. He starts softly caressing your sensitivity, carefully switching between light strokes and firmer pressure. 

 "God, darlin', yur drippin' like honey down there," he whispered huskily in your ear. 

The weight of his hand, combined with the coolness of his rings, made it impossible to control the rising tide of pleasure that threatened to consume you. As he continued his intimate touch, you could feel the heat building within you, your breath coming in shallow gasps. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure crashing through your whole body, making your toes curl and your back arch. Elvis eyed your expression, your scrunched eyebrows, shut eyes, the slight agape of your small mouth, revealing just how lost in the moment you were. He smiled mischievously and pulled his hand away from your heat, leaving you feeling a sudden void that sent a shiver down your spine. You opened your eyes, meeting his gaze filled with amusement. The air around you crackled with anticipation as he leaned in closer, his warm breath grazing your earlobe. 

"How ‘bout we take this lil' nightie off ya, doll?" Your cheeks flushed with a mix of excitement and nervousness as his words sent a rush of tingles down your body. 

With a subtle nod, you allowed him to take control, trusting him entirely. 

He gestured for you to lift your arms up, and he carefully slipped the delicate fabric over your head, revealing the curves and daintiness of your body beneath. His gaze seemed to appreciate every detail, from the suppleness of your breasts to the gentle curve of your hips. As the nightie hit the ground, you stood facing him, captivating him with your shy yet alluring presence. He brought his hands to your boobs, kneading them, causing a surge of pleasure to ripple through your body. 

He admired them in his large hands, "You jus got tha prettiest, perkiest pair ah titties I've ever laid eyes on," he whispered in his drawl. 

You blushed deeply, even though he'd always say the same thing every time he saw them. 

 He leaned down into your breasts and placed gentle kisses along the curve of each one, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. His hands traveled further down, exploring the softness of your stomach and the curves of your waist. You arched your back, allowing him to trail his kisses down your abdomen, leaving a trail of heat on your soft skin. He started lowering himself until he almost got to your heat. 

He looked back up at you as he spoke out, "M'gon take ah look at cha doll parts, ok? darlin'." His voice was filled with a mix of lust and tenderness.

 With a mumbled "A-Alright", you watched as he positioned himself lower between your thighs, his eyes locked with yours, before you interrupted.

 "W-Wait, I don't want you t'get h-hurt on your knees." Elvis having health issues, you couldn't help but worry and didn't want him putting strain on his knees due to his age. 

"Don't cha worry ‘bout me, sweetheart. Daddy's takin' good care ah himself." He reassured you with a gentle smile, his hands caressing one of your thighs. 

The concern in your eyes lingered, but his words provided some comfort. Slowly, he lowered his gaze to your throbbing heat, and a mischievous smirk played on his lips. 

"But right now, I think there's sumn else that needs mah attention," he whispered huskily, "M'doll is lookin' so pretty an pink down here." 

You felt a rush of heat spread throughout your body as his words sank in. 

His touch on your thigh sent shivers down your spine, but you couldn't help but feel torn between his desire and your worry for his well-being. However, as his hand moved closer to your throbbing heat, you found yourself giving into his touch, unable to resist the temptation that lay before you. He grazed his fingers against your hot flesh, feeling you shudder under his touch. 

As he leaned his face closer to your heat, he mumbled, "So perfect, jus f'me." 

He stuck his tongue out, giving your cunt a slow, tantalizing lick that made your body arch in pleasure. The intensity of the moment washed away any remaining doubts as you surrendered yourself completely to the passion and desire coursing through your veins. A symphony of soft moans filled the air as he continued to explore every inch of your moistness with his skilled tongue. He reached over and forcibly pulled one of your legs over his shoulder while the other remained balancing your posture and allowing him better access to your throbbing core. His hands firmly gripped your hips, holding you in place as his tongue delved deeper, swirling and flicking with expert precision. He pressed his face closer into your heat, feeling his nose graze your bud, sending electrifying tingles of pleasure throughout your body. The intensity of his actions sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, causing your toes to curl up and your breath to hitch in your throat. Every sensation seemed to be intensified, with every touch and movement driving you closer to the edge of bliss. Your itty-bitty fingers found their way into his hair, pulling gently as you gave in to the overwhelming pleasure he was providing. 

 As he continued to devour you with his mouth, his hands roamed your trembling thighs, gripping them firmly as he held you in place. With each flick of his tongue and every gentle nip, the tension within you built, threatening to push you over the edge. You could feel your body arching towards him, desperate for release. The world around you faded into a hazy blur, leaving only its raw intensity.

 "Elvis-s...feels s-so good," you managed to gasp, your weak voice barely a whisper. 

The words hung in the air, heavy with desire and need. His movements became more fervent, his lips and tongue working in perfect sync to bring you to the brink of ecstasy. You could feel the slight familiar heat pooling between your thighs, your senses heightened as you yielded completely to the pleasure he was giving you. The sounds of your tiny gasps and the lapping of his tongue filled the room, creating a trance of pleasure that echoed in your ears, only pushing you more over the edge. Your body trembled with need, yearning for release, as the intensity of his mouth consumed you. Every nerve-ending tingled with pleasure, the sensation was electric and intoxicating. 

 With each passing second, the climax grew within you, the waves of pleasure crashing against your core. Your nails dug into his shoulders, desperately clinging to him as you rode the wave of ecstasy. His hands, strong and sure, held you steady, supporting your weight as you surrendered to the dizzying pleasure coursing through your body. Lost in the moment, you gasped for air, your breaths coming in short, ragged bursts. His mouth continued its assault on your dripping cunt, his tongue expertly flicking and teasing your swollen clit. Every touch sent electric shocks of pleasure through your overstimulated body, making it hard to think or speak. You tried to push his head away, tell him you needed a break, that you were reaching your limits, but he was stubborn as he continued licking up your release and savoring every drop. The intensity of his actions had you teetering between ecstasy and displeasure, your mind going numb. 

 As you struggled to regain control of your senses, you found yourself yanking his hair and grasping at his shoulder, trying to bring him back up to your embrace, but he wouldn't budge. The conflicting sensations of pleasure and sensitivity overwhelmed you, causing your body to tremble uncontrollably. 

 Finding your voice, "Too much-h..t'much, daddy-y." 

You gasped, your voice trembling with a mixture of pleasure and a hint of discomfort. His actions had pushed you to the edge, and you needed him to ease off, even if just for a moment. As you tugged at his thick hair, you could feel his lips curl into a devilish smile against your skin. His grip tightened around your waist, his fingers digging into your flesh as he continued to ravish you with his mouth. The intensity of his action nearly blurred your vision, and he pulled away to give you a look. You felt relieved but were still in a gasping and quivering mess as he held your hips to calm you and keep you steady. 

"M'sorry doll, seems like papa bear jus can't get ‘nough uh yer sweet honey," he murmured, his voice filled with appetite. You give a timid smile as you try to regain thoughts.

 With a strength you had never seen before, he rose from his knees, towering over you. His eyes glimmered with a mixture of hunger and adoration as he stared down at you, you couldn't help but rest your body against his from slight exhaustion. In that moment, he saw you as his cherished doll, a testament to his faith in him and the divine guidance bestowed upon both of you.  As he stood before you, you noticed a subtle shift in his posture, he adjusted himself, making his bulge more prominent. You couldn't help but feel a surge of desire as his confidence and craving for you became increasingly evident. And as your fingers grazed across his hairy chest, finally breathing steadily again, he couldn't contain his passion any longer. 

He took hold of your waist firmly, pulling you closer to him and gently guiding you towards the bed. Lying your naked, slender body down, grabbing the small cross that hung around your neck, he paused for a moment, his eyes fixated on the symbol. The contrast of the saintly necklace against the sinful scenario heightened the vague nature of it all. With a passion fed by the shared devotion, he kissed the cross, then left kisses against your collarbone and chest, moving lower, leaving a trail of holy desire across your skin. The sight in front of you made you purr with anticipation, every nerve in your body aflame with a mix of excitement and a tinge of fright. And in that intimate moment, the boundaries between sacred and profane melted into an ecstasy that intoxicated both body and soul. As he trailed more kisses towards your belly, he looked at you, eyeing him, he got up from the bed, and you sat up slightly to see as he tugged at his tucked shirt from his waistline and started unbuttoning it. 

  Your heart races with suspense, desire igniting within you as you watch him undress. The sight of his pudgy yet strong physique only intensifies your desire for him, appreciating every special detail. In this moment, he is perfect to you, captivating you with his raw masculinity and genuine desire. As he finally removes his shirt, your eyes drink in every detail, savoring the sight of his wiry chest and abdomen hair. The beads of sweat already glistening on his skin only add to his allure, making him appear even more irresistible. He watches as you're in awe of his beauty, a smug smile appearing on his face. He knows the effect he has on you, and revels in the power it gives him. Slowly, he walks towards you, his steps deliberate and confident. You can feel your heart race, and your breath quickens. 

"Y'wanna try helpin’ me wit these, lil' girl?" His words flowed smoothly from his lips with that mesmerizing southern accent, the drawl adding a touch of charm to his request to help him with his pants. 

You sit up more and inch closer, your legs dangling from the bed as you try to gather the courage to respond. 

"P-Please, I'd like... to," you stammer at him sweetly in that soft voice he adores , your cheeks flushing with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. 

 As you reach out to assist him, your fingertips graze over the firm bulge in his pants, making you momentarily lose focus. You quickly retract your hand, feeling a rush of embarrassment flood through your body. He chuckles softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he watches your reaction. Your cheeks grow even hotter as you meet his gaze. He stares into your doe-eyes, his smile never faltering. 

"No need ta be afraid, hon’. Y'seen him before," he says, his voice filled with a hint of mischief.

 You take a deep breath, trying to regain your composure, knowing it would be the first time seeing it so up close. 

With a nervous laugh, you reply, "Yes, b-but... not like this." 

He can't help but chuckle louder, his hand reaching out to gently touch your cheek. 

"Well, darlin', consider it an introduction then," he teases, his touch sending shivers down your spine. 

 Despite your flustered state, you manage to regain composure and slowly begin undoing his big belt buckle, the trembling in your hands being noticeable. As you struggle with the clasp, you can't help but notice the stark difference in the size between his buckle and your hands. His deep chuckle vibrates through you, a sound of amusement. With determined focus, you finally manage to loosen the belt, feeling a surge of confidence wash over you. And reach over to his zipper, your voice small and shaky. 

"C-Can I...can I undo this too?" you ask, biting your lip nervously.

His eyes lock with yours, a mixture of adoration and desire shining through. 

"Uh course, my yittle baby can do anythin' she wants," he whispers huskily, his hands caressing your flushed cheeks. 

 You start bringing his zipper down, and as you do this, Elvis' heavy hand goes and gives your supple breast a light squeeze, causing a shiver to run down your spine. The touch is both gentle and possessive, sending a surge of electricity through your body. You can feel the heat between your legs rise as you continue to undo his zipper, revealing his hard on as it springs out, you can't help but let out a tiny gasp as it captures you with his size and girth up close. Despite not wearing any underwear, his arousal is evident on his glossy red tip as a bead of precum glistens at the slit. Your curiosity grows as you bring your shaky hand to give him a teasing stroke from base to tip, feeling the throbbing pulse of his large member in your hand. The combination of his commanding presence and your newfound control ignites a fiery desire within you. 

 Your heart racing, never having done this before, you looked up at him, your eyes filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

 "Is this-s okay?" you asked in a shy, uncertain voice. 

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he gently placed a hand on your cheek. 

In his deep, southern accent, he reassured you, "Doll, ain't nothin' to be shy bout’. Yer doin' just fine. Keep goin' like that, nice an slow."

 As you held his cock in your hand, you marveled at its size and how it felt, barely fitting against your palm. With every stroke, you tried to mimic the rhythm you'd seen him do before when he'd spew himself on your tummy. The softness of his touch on your cheek reassured you, making you feel more at ease with each passing moment. As deep, low groans started flowing out of his mouth, you felt yourself grow more wet. His grip tightened on your cheek. The sound of his pleasure, mixed with the rush of the moment, sent shivers down your spine. You kept stroking him as you eyed it in front of you, glistening with anticipation. The sight of his throbbing member made your heart race, fueling your desire even further. His breathing became heavy, and the way his hips involuntarily bucked against your touch made it clear how much he was enjoying this moment as well. As you continued to stroke him, you felt his grip tug at your face to move closer to his manhood.

 Panic shot through you as you gazed up at him with wide eyes and knitted eyebrows, unsure of what he wanted next. 

"Awh, darlin’, don be scared," he whispered lovingly, his voice filled with tenderness. 

"Jus wants ya to give him some gentle kisses, show me how much ya adore me," he said, his words both soothing and tempting. 

You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart as you processed his request. This was so new to you, you'd never felt his with your lips or hands before. Slowly, you leaned in closer, your lips hovering just above his shaft. You could feel the warmth radiating from his skin, and with a mix of nervousness and desire, you pressed your lips against him, planting soft, delicate kisses along the length of his throbbing member. As you pressed your lips against him, his scent filled your senses, it was a distinct aroma that aroused you even further, making your heart race with want. The way his flesh felt on your lips was like velvet—soft and smooth, yet with a subtle roughness that made it all the more exhilarating. You could feel his pulse throbbing beneath the surface, echoing the desire coursing through your own body. 

 He reached out to hold your face, making you look up at him as he ran a swipe across your lips with his thumb, "How bout' cha give him ah lil’ taste, baby," he whispered in a low, commanding voice. 

 The words sent shivers down your spine, igniting a fire within you that burned with a mixture of nervousness, knowing it'd be your first time taking him in your mouth. With a shaky breath, you obediently parted your lips, allowing him to guide his throbbing shaft towards your waiting mouth. As the tip grazed your tongue, a surge of electricity shot through your body, causing your senses to heighten and your arousal to intensify. You could taste the saltiness of his arousal mingled with a hint of his musky scent, a heady combination that intoxicated you further. 

 As you slowly began to take him in, your mouth stretching and adjusting to accommodate his size, a mixture of pleasure and slight discomfort washed over you. You were a bit clumsy and couldn't help but gag a little at first, trying to relax and focus on your breathing. Your rookie inexperience was evident, but you were willing to please him. Slowly, you went just past his tip trying to find your own pace and rhythm. You felt him buck into you, making you tense up a little and unconsciously attempt to back away a little, he then firmly brought his broad hand to the back of your head. 

"Relax, f'me doll, jus wanna feel more of tha pretty little mouth," he murmured, his voice low and smooth. 

You swallowed hard, fighting the urge to panic as you looked up at him with your big eyes. 

 His grip on your head tightened slightly, guiding himself deeper into your mouth. Starting to gag, you struggled to maintain control and suppress the instinct to pull away. The taste of him overwhelmed your senses, and the musky scent of his skin filled your nostrils. As his hand continued to grip your head, his pace quickened, and you could feel his desire building. Your mind raced with a mixture of fear and arousal, unsure of how to navigate this new territory. 

 His other hand went to caress your face, giving it a soft slap, "Doin' so good, tiny," he groaned out. 

The sensation of his hand connecting with your cheek sent a jolt of conflicting emotions through your body. You felt the corners of your mouth starting to burn due to the stretch from his size, and you couldn't help but squeeze your eyes shut, trying to block out the overwhelming sensations. The intensity of the moment was almost too much to handle, but you liked this, you liked the thrill of exploring uncharted territory with him. It was a delicate dance between pleasure and pain, and you found yourself surrendering to the unknown. As his hand continued to explore your face, you felt him trying to horse himself in deeper, but you weren't letting him as you brought your hands up to rest against his upper thighs.

 He brought his large palm to stroke your throat, breathing out, "C'mon, baby, r-relax tha itty-bitty throat ah yours."  

His voice was low and velvet-like, sending shivers down your spine. You hesitated for a moment, but you did as he said. As you did this, he bucked straight to the back of your throat, almost fitting his whole shaft inside. The sudden intensity took you by surprise, causing a gag reflex to kick in. You fought against it, as you let out a tiny cry that sent vibrations to his cock and only seemed to heighten his pleasure. The tip of your nose is just barely grazing against his pubic hair. The sensation of his soft curls against your skin sent a jolt of electricity through your body, fueling the fire that was already burning within you. 

You could feel the heat radiating off his body, and the scent of his arousal filled the air around you. 

 As he thrust deeper into your mouth, your eyes began to water. The taste of him, slightly salty and intoxicating, lingered on your tongue, further abusing your senses. Your mind became a blur of sensations, the taste of him, the pressure against your throat, and the sound of his ragged breaths. He groaned above you, the sounds of your sweet muffled yelps and his cock hitting the back of your throat seemed to just rile him up more. But just as he was reaching the edge, he suddenly stopped himself. Harshly, he pulled out of your mouth, his length glistening with arousal and your saliva. 

 "Goddamn, honey!" he panted, his voice filled with lust. 

You gasped for air, your lips still tingling from his intense assault. Your eyeliner smudged from the force of his movements, matching the chaotic state of your mind. The taste of his saltiness lingered on your tongue, intertwining with the bitter sensation of adrenaline that coursed through your veins. You went to wipe your lips, feeling the mess of him and your drool covering your soft lips and chin, but he grabbed your hand before you could clean yourself up. His eyes locked with yours, and he leaned down, pressing his lips against yours, sealing the taste of him on your lips in a deliciously filthy embrace. He pulled back, seeing your puzzled state, and reached up to clean some of your smudged eyeliner with the pad of his thumb. 

"Lordy, girl, ya sure make this old man feel young again," he chuckled, his voice laced with passion. 

You felt a rush of warmth surge through your body at his words. Not having a chance to answer, he gripped your face closer, giving you a harsher kiss. 

As he pulled back from the kiss, his grip on your face tightened, and he forcefully guided you back down onto the bed. You let out a low gasp at his sudden roughness as you lay there, arousal coursing through your veins. The sound of his pants and buckle hitting the carpet was heard in the room, only making you more aware of the intensity of the moment. You couldn't help but bring your hand and rub your small digits over your cunt, the ache almost paining you. Elvis saw the way you were growing needier and needier, and he let out a low chuckle. As he climbed onto the bed, the mattress shifted underneath you, sending shivers down your spine. You glanced up at him with your doe eyes, feeling both needy and shy at the same time. His gaze intensified, and his lips still formed a smirk, he brought his hand down over yours and pulled it away to catch a look at your throbbing core, glistening with desire. 

"M’god, yur all rosy an swollen," he teased, and he went to cup it in his hefty palm, relishing in the wetness that coated his fingers. 

You felt your body jolt at his touch, showing just how sensitive you were. Your breath hitched as he continued to stroke you, his fingers dancing lightly over your pulsing center. Giving your pussy two light slaps to heighten your arousal, he chuckled lowly, reveling in the way you flinched. He pulled his hand away and positioned himself in front of you as he pulled your legs apart and made them bend so that your knees were raised, exposing your most intimate area more to him. You watched as he reached for something, a dark glimmer in his eyes. As he retrieved the pistol another time tonight, a rush of anticipation and fear coursed through your veins once again. 

"It's alright, doll. Only wanna have more fun wit cha." The mix of arousal and trepidation overwhelming you. 

"O-Oki," you mumbled softly after some time, your voice barely audible as you tried to steady your racing heart. 

 You watched as he moved closer between your legs and raised his arm over to your face, grazing the barrel along your cheek and slowly moving it towards your mouth. You look at him, and he gestures to open your mouth. You're hesitating, but comply. He swiftly inches the cold metal into your hot mouth as it grazes over your tongue, it tastes metallic and foreign. You can feel the weight of it against your tongue, the coolness spreading throughout your mouth. He slowly moves it in and out of your mouth, staring at him, his expression filled with a mix of curiosity and satisfaction. As the cold metal continues to dance against your tongue, you feel him withdraw it as a string of your saliva comes along the tip of the metal. You can't help but shudder at the sensation, a mixture of discomfort and a strange, illicit pleasure. He brings the gun down along your neck, brushing against your necklace, then to your chest, tracing a chilling path along your skin. The metal's touch sends a shiver down your spine, and you can't help but feel a surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins. Bringing the gun to your breast, he traces it over your hardened nipple. You let out a shaky breath.

"Daddy-y," you whisper, your voice trembling with a mix of fear and desire. 

He leans in closer, his breath ghosting over your ear as he replies, "Does it excite cha, doll?" 

Your heart races as you nod, unable to form words. 

Your body hums with anticipation as he continues his tantalizing exploration. The cold metal trails down your abdomen, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. You bite your lip, trying to stifle the moan threatening to escape your lips. He stops the gun just above your lower abdomen, his fingers gently tracing circles across your sensitive skin. 

His voice drips with seduction as he murmurs huskily, "You want more, don't ya, tiny?" 

Your breathing quickens, as you notice how close he is to your aching cunt. Gulping, you watch as he hovers it just above the bundle of nerves with a quick motion. You reach to stop him, your mind filled with hesitation. But he was quick to raise his hand with the gun in his grip. 

“Aye now, none of that babydoll, hmm.” he asserts firmly.

You brought your balled up fists to rest on your chest and gave him an understanding pout, letting him graze the gun on your bud. As he does, a mixture of fear and excitement surges through your body. The dangerous thrill intensifies as you feel the cool metal brush against your hot, sensitive flesh. Your soft whimpers escape in short gasps as he rubs the barrel along your outer lips. As the tension builds, his touch becomes more deliberate, tracing the outline of your entrance with the cold barrel. Your heart pounds in your ears, and you feel yourself tense up as you feel him trying to push the gun inside you. 

 "Wait, wait!" you stammered, your voice trembling with nervousness. 

"Is-isn't.. this, too dangerous Elvis?" you stumbled over your words, feeling hazy and disoriented. 

The rush of adrenaline mixed with fear creates a dizzying sensation, clouding your thoughts and making it difficult to articulate your concerns. He looked at you with a stubborn expression, his gaze unwavering. 

"Come on, darlin," he said, his eyes gleaming with desire.

 "'Member why wer doin' this hmm, the Lord struck me with this vision, and I ain't one ta ignore His call." His words echoed in your mind, intertwining with the doubts that swirled within you.

 The weight of the situation settled heavily on your shoulders, he leaned in towards you. Placing his forehead against yours as his grip on the gun continues toying with your entrance for access. 

"No, no," you stammer, your voice shivering. 

"I don't— f-feels wrong." 

Fear grips your heart as his eyes bore into yours, a flicker of anger crossing his face. His grip tightens around the gun, pushing against your opening.

 "Don't cha understand?" he whispers, his voice filled with a mix of desperation and fervor.

 "This is tha path we must walk together, doll, guided by His will." 

Your mind races, the conflicting emotions tearing at your soul. You look into his eyes and see a glimmer of hope—of someone who believes in something greater than themselves. In the midst of the intense moment, mingling with your feelings of desperation, you seek divine guidance. You hold onto the belief that, through this unsettling path, you and Elvis are bound by a higher purpose, walking together under the will of a greater power. As the intensity builds, Elvis places a hand on your cheek, seeing how your racing thoughts are slowly starting to disappear. 

"Attagirl, trust in Him, in Me." he uttered in his soothing drawl. 

As you look into Elvis' eyes, you find solace in his words and the comfort of his touch. In that moment, you give him a nod and surrender to the newfound growing faith, allowing yourself to trust in a higher plan. The pressure against your center intensifies as he continues rubbing it with the gun. Despite the unease, you remain connected through the shared purpose and the touch of his hand on your cheek. You feel as he retracts the gun from your entrance and backs up along your clit trying to give you pleasure in the midst of your discomfort, his movements becoming more deliberate and controlled. The combination of unease and pleasure leaves you bewildered, yet strangely more aroused. Your mind struggles to comprehend the conflicting sensations, but your body responds instinctively, arching towards his touch. He watches as you enter a state of bliss once more, the pistol getting easier to glide along your folds from all your slick. Inching the gun back towards your entrance, he presses it against you with a firm yet gentle pressure. 

"Quit clenchin', honey," he grumbled, his breath tickling your ear. 

You try to relax, and let go of the fear that still lingers in the back of your mind. As he eases the pistol's tip inside you, the cold metal sends shivers down your spine, contrasting with the warmth radiating from your core.

 "Look at cha tiny, yur doin' purfect." he purrs out as he lifts himself from hovering over you to take a look at how your cunt clenches at the muzzle. 

 As he begins to move it in a slow, rhythmic motion, you can't help but be amazed at the conflicting sensations overwhelming your body. The fear that once gripped you tightly begins to fade away, replaced by curiosity. The coldness of it all sends shivers down your spine. Elvis feels a mix of satisfaction, desire, and a hint of surprise as he sees how your body responds to his actions. He puts more of the pistol's barrel in, so you're taking about two inches of the gun. You hear him chuckle as he sees how wet and heated you are, and your face flushes deep with embarrassment. He moves slowly in and out at a delicious pace that has you letting out low gasps and moans of pleasure. As the pleasure intensifies, every movement of the pistol sends waves of ecstasy through your body. The combination of fear and arousal fills the room, creating an electric and forbidden ambience. With each thrust, you tighten around the barrel, your soft gasps and moans blend into a symphony of pleasure, driving him to push slightly deeper into you. The sensation of the cold metal against your walls only heightens the intensity of the moment, as you surrender completely to the dangerous passion enveloping you.

 "Daddy-y..I-." You start to feel that heat pooling in the low part of your belly, spreading through your entire body, reaching your fingertips, and curling your toes.

 Elvis sees that you're on the brink of pure bliss and pulls the pistol out of your throbbing heat, leaving you feeling empty, his eyes filled with hunger. With a mischievous smile, he grazes the pistol against your folds and up to your bud, and you can't help but shudder with anticipation. The cool touch of the metal against your sensitive clit sends a jolt of electricity through your veins. As Elvis continued to tease and taunt, you grabbed his wrist with both hands, barely able to wrap around it and pressed the side of the barrel more firmly against your bud while slowly moving your hips upward. 

Elvis saw this and was amused, smirking, “Look at cha honey, goin' crazy over ah piece of metal.’’

 Lost in bliss, you didn't pay attention to his words, you were so drowsy from the feeling and trying to chase that sensation you craved again. This ticked something in Elvis though, he had gotten jealous over the thought of something else but him giving you such grand pleasure. He yanked the gun from you with a growl, and threw it across the room, you let out a whine while looking at him dumbfounded. 

"N-no, Elvis-s!" You stammer, your voice laced with nerves and frustration. 

"W-Why did you, you do that-t? I was almost-." 

His eyes narrowed, and his voice was filled with annoyance. 

"You was almost wha, huh? Y’were gettin' lost in some dang stupid piece ah metal!" 

You bite your lip, the familiar sensation of nervousness coursing through your veins.

 "but.. but you.." you stutter, confused. 

He shakes his head, his bitterness evident as he moves over so he's resting against the headboard, "I jus... I don like seein' yur little pussy gettin' all soppin' wet if it ain't cause ah me. I ain't gotta be competin’ with no damn gun."  

Your heart races as his words sink in, a mix of desire and uncertainty swirling within you. You bite your lower lip, feeling a sudden rush of excitement coursing through your veins as you sit up and crawl in front of him. 

"But," you whisper, your voice trembling with anticipation. 

"I-I was only feeling so, so good b-because you were there w-with me." you said quietly.

 His eyes darken with a dangerous intensity, and a smirk plays at the corners of his lips. His mood instantly switching again.

 "Is that so, doll?" he growls out. 

"I reckon, ya c’mere nd make me feel better then," he gestures you over to his lap with a swift motion. 

Your heart races as you obediently move closer, your body trembling with desire, but nervous hoping he wasn't still angry. As you straddle his lap, you can feel the heat radiating from his body, igniting a fire within you. His strong hands grip your hips firmly, and you can't help but let out a small whimper as you hover above his hard throbbing cock. 

"Why doncha give me ah sweet ride, darlin' '', his blue eyes dark with want. 

You gulp, feeling the weight of his words and the intensity of the moment. With a raised confidence, you slowly lower yourself onto him while holding on to his broad shoulders for support, gasping at the slight stretch. Still not quite used to his size, you feel your legs quiver. His deep groan echoes in your ears as he tightens his grip on your hips, guiding you lower. 

"Lord, honey, this lil' pussy needs sum stretchin'," he blurts out in a low tone. 

You let out a pitiful cry as you took him in fully, your bodies becoming entirely intertwined in a passionate embrace. 

"Oh...oh god," you whine, your voice trembling with pleasure.

 You feel Elvis slowly beginning to thrust upward into your dripping heat, filling you completely with every movement. Each thrust sends waves of intense pleasure coursing through your body, leaving you powerless to resist his advances. As the intensity builds, the rhythm of your bodies matches the beat of your racing hearts. With each deep thrust, you can't help but surrender to the overwhelming pleasure, your senses consumed by the touch of his skin against yours. 

Elvis whispered in your ear, his voice filled with lust and desire, "Y'feel so good, tiny. F-Fuck, can't get enuff of yuh." 

His words sent shivers down your spine, adding to the already intense pleasure you were experiencing. As he continued to thrust into you, his movements becoming more urgent and desperate, Elvis let out a low moan that echoed through the room. The sound of his moan only fueled your own desire, pushing you closer to the edge of ecstasy. Your body arched against his, seeking more of his touch, more of his passion. 

 The room was filled with the intoxicating scent of his musky scent mixed with a hint of sweat, a potent aphrodisiac that heightened the atmosphere. Each breath you took seemed to draw you deeper into the moment, as if surrounding yourself with his essence would somehow bring you closer to him. The sounds of heavy breathing and skin slapping against skin echoed through the air, creating a trance of pleasure that drowned out all other thoughts.  

 As your bodies moved in perfect rhythm, you couldn't help but run your hands through his chest hair, feeling the softness beneath your fingertips. His groans filled the room, fueling the fire that burned between your legs. The feeling of his large arms wrapped tightly around your small waist provided a sense of security. You felt him ram into you deeper and couldn't help but let out a wail of pleasure as the intensity of the moment overwhelmed you. Each thrust sent waves of ecstasy coursing through your body, building towards an inevitable climax. His lips found yours, their touch igniting a fire within you that matched the one consuming your every sense. 

You pulled away, “Oh, I, I can-n feel it in m’tummy.” you softly cried out.

 "Is ma yittle d-dolly feelin’ all good in... er t-tummy?" He panted, sending shivers down your spine.  

 "Mhmm," you moaned, barely able to form words as the pleasure intensified. 

As his thrusts continued, the sensation in your stomach intensified—a delicious ache that made you yearn for it. You could feel the tension building, the coiling of desire ready to explode into an overwhelming release. He held you even tighter, his thrusts becoming more passionate. Your vision blurring, you felt his other hand glide over to your bundle of nerves, pushing you to reach your peak of ecstasy. Each movement drew you closer and closer to the edge, until finally, you couldn't hold back any longer. With a breathless cry, you shattered into a million pieces, waves of pleasure washing over you and leaving you completely spent. Collapsing onto his hard yet soft chest, your legs trembled above him as you both basked in the impact of your intense orgasm. You could tell he was still yearning for release, his need was evident as his cock still throbbed and thrust inside you. 

 Catching your breath, you felt him shift underneath you, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He flipped you over onto your stomach, positioning you exactly as he desired. You gasped in shock, but your jumbled mind prevented you from fully comprehending the situation. The aftershocks of your orgasm only made you struggle to process what was happening. As he entered you again, every thrust sent waves of pleasure and confusion coursing through your body. His hands firmly gripping your waist, he guided the rhythm, leaving you vulnerable and powerless to resist. Although your mind was clouded, your body arched in response to his commanding touch, willing to surrender once again to his insatiable desires. The weight of him pressed down on you, enveloping you in a delicious mix of pleasure and submission. Every movement seemed to blur the lines between pain and bliss, blurring the boundaries of your own identity. His chest brushed against your bare back, adding an extra layer of sensation to the already electrifying experience. The intensity of his touch sent shivers down your spine, making your breath hitch and mingle with his own ragged exhales. The occasional sound of a low, guttural growl escaped from deep within him, further fueling the fire that consumed both of you. And then, unexpectedly, another climax crept up on you, taking you by surprise and leaving you gasping for air.

"E-Elvis" you wailed out.

Your voice cracked with desperation, and your body quivered with the force of the pleasure coursing through you.

“Mmf, h-hang in there, baby.” He comforted trying to soothe your overstimulated mind and body.

He continued to move against you, his own release imminent, but he didn't falter in his rhythm, driving you to the edge once again. As your mellow moans filled the room, the air crackled with a raw and primal energy, and you could feel the intensity of his desire he was clawing at. The world seemed to blur around you, your senses consumed by the blend of pleasure and drowsiness. Your mind was clouded, lost in a sea of sensations that left you highly sensitive.

 Every touch, every stroke sent electric currents coursing through your body, heightening your pleasure to an almost unbearable level. The intensity became too much to handle, pushing you to the edge of sanity. You felt your body exhausted and your mind going empty, the only thing you could do was clench the sheets beneath you, desperately trying to ground yourself in some semblance of reality. The room around you felt like it was spinning, a dizzying carousel of colors and shadows. Your breaths came in shallow gasps, the air feeling heavy and suffocating against your skin. He lets out a gnawing grunt, pulls himself out, and sits up on his knees. Swiftly stroking himself until he spews his release onto your ass. You feel a sense of relief and soreness as you try to come down from your powerful orgasms and still your breathing. 

 He chuckles weakly, spreading his cum over both of your cheeks with his smooth tip, "T-Tiny, yer lil’ booty sure looks even p-perttier covered with mah babies." he pants out.

If even possible, your face heats up even more at his witty comment, and you gather the strength to look over back at him through half-lidded eyes, the feeling of drowsiness and contentment consuming you.

 "D-did I do good, b-bub?" you murmur, your voice carrying a soft, low tone. He smiles wearily, his hand gently stroking your hair. 

"Y'did more th-than good," he slurs, his voice filled with exhaustion yet affection. 

You are can feel his weariness as he lies back against the pillows, his chest rising and falling heavily as beads of sweat glisten on his forehead. The room is filled with a comfortable silence and your breaths as you both bask in the aftermath of the erotic, hazardous experience. Slowly, he reaches out to caress your cheek, his touch tender and loving. 

"You were perfect…perfect f'me, sweet, yittle, doll," he murmurs, sleep already taking him. 

As his hand caressed your hair, you couldn't help but feel a sense of divine connection. The words wrap around you like a warm blanket, and you know that you have pleased him, fulfilled his message. The intertwining of the pleasure and fear you faced made you question the boundaries of your faith. Still drowsy, you inch closer to Elvis and rest your head against his fluffy, warm chest, feeling his chest rise and fall with each breath. You looked up at his face, his eyes were closed in peaceful contentment. The room is dimly lit, with the soft glow from a lamp in the corner as you both lay in each others mess. On the wall, the cross hangs, casting a shadow that dances alongside the gentle sway of his snores. You close your heavy eyelids, cuddling closer to his warmth, succumbing to exhaustion from the nights events as sleep overtakes you both.

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[pearlywritings]

A nickname's origin

synopsis: after meeting your lover's family and having a great start of your trip to Morepesok, Childe wakes you early in the morning, because he has something to show you...

prompt: 21

requested by: a lovely anon

pairing: Childe x fem!reader

tw: fluff, established relationship, usage of Childe's real name

word count: 1.5k+ words

a/n: part of my Token of appreciation writing event! Closed now, still have 3 more requests to write.

“Isn’t the scenery marvelous?”

It absolutely is. Snowy planes sparkle in the rising sun as if the ground is covered by richest furs and most precious gems - it’s almost blinding. The giant pine trees look enormous even kilometers away from you, creating a thick forestland; you remember how your lover told you that it is home for many species you can’t find anywhere but Snezhnaya. Looking back, you release a puff of warm air, adoring the sight of wooden cottages - or how the locals call those izba’s - lining perfectly, each with a fence, which is carved with intricate patterns and charms to protect from evil spirits. Smoke curls from the chimneys and it immediately reminds you where you are.

Outside. In the early hours of the morning.

“Wish we were watching it from the inside of your family’s house,” yawning, you reach to adjust the scarf - along with the hat it was knitted by his mom and gifted to you with the warmest of smiles. It’s been just a couple of minutes since you two exited the village and the cold is already biting the few uncovered areas of your face.

Ajax laughs. Heartily, with his hands resting on his hips and head thrown back. Of course, he is laughing, of course he’s going to suffer less - he was born and lived all his life in such an environment.

“It’s not funny!” Your huff is ignored and a punch that was aimed to his shoulder is easily caught by his palm. 

“Sorry, sorry. I just imagined how my siblings would’ve been glued to your sides and mama and papa continued their yesterday’s quest to ask you hundreds of questions. Don’t be mad, I thought you’d like to have a little break, at least for half a day, my fierce ounce.”

Ounce. That’s what he’s been calling you for the longest time now, yet never, never, telling you what that means (but he did assure you it’s a good thing, he loves you after all). However, he promised to show you once you come with him to Snezhnaya to visit his family.

To make it short - here you are, in Morepesok, at dawn, with your gingerhead of a fiance, motivated to stay in this harsh weather only to finally find out what or who was your lover’s inspiration behind his nickname for you.

“You have a point,” you sigh. You are happy his relatives were excited to meet and accept you, so much joy filled your heart yesterday, when you arrived. But dealing with so many people drained you - just a second of your head touching the pillow was enough to send you right to the gates of the dreamland. “I need some energy-refill before being ready to maintain a proper conversation with them again…”

“Don’t forget that the whole village wants to meet a lovely bride I brought with me,” it makes your groan.

“Is that really necessary..?”

“It’s a tradition. But it’s going to be fine, I promise,” the snow crunches under his heavy felt boots as he steps closer, arms circling your waist, and lips touching the bridge of your nose, making you close your eyes. Oh, the frost is already brimming your eyelashes. “Mama and papa are going to organize a feast - to celebrate you, to show you are a part of the family now, and our neighbors are going to come to congratulate us and bring some presents.”

“Well, I like presents,” his words and embrace soothe you, and you bury your face into the fur of his sheepskin coat. “And I like people acknowledging our relationship.”

“See? It’s a win-win,” he grins widely, boyishly, and it’s enough to reassure you. After all, you won’t be alone - he will be by your side.

“Alright, alright. Now, can we move? it’s getting cold, even with all these extra layers of clothes…”

“Sorry, baby. See that forest? There are mountains on the other side, that’s where we are heading to.”

“Wait, we’ll have to climb?” You look at him incredulously, perfectly aware that neither your clothes, nor your abilities are suitable for such an activity. Childe pats your back reassuringly.

“Nope, simply observe from a good spot. Come on, to that house to the left my dear, I made an agreement with Uncle Vladislav to give us a ride. Don't let go of my hand, alright? The path can be a bit slippery.”

The first experience of riding in the sleigh drawn by horses was magical. Though it was open, you had a very warm fur blanket covering your legs, snuggling into Childe’s side, taking in the vast snow fields surrounding you. Uncle Vladislav appeared to be a nice old man, with a long beard and bushy white eyebrows that almost covered his gray eyes. Before the ride he let you offer some carrots to the three beautiful white horses and gently pat their big noses. And during the ride he managed to entertain you with all kinds of stories of local folklore - his words perfectly flying behind his back and to you, and then he even started singing. Something about three white horses named December, January and February taking him somewhere into the ringing snowy far far away. You even managed to doze off a little - your lover had to shake you out of it when you finally arrived.

“Wow, we’ve ridden right into the forest?” You can’t help but ask in astonishment - from the distance the forest looked absolutely dense, but now you can clearly see a road wide enough to get through the way you did.

“Cool, right?” The smiling gingerhead offers you his hand, before turning to the old man. “Uncle, it can take some time, sure you want to wait for us?”

“Haha, that’s a funny thing you ask, chap. If I make you walk back your mother will have my head. Not that I was going to do so in the first place. Don’t worry about the cold - for the worst case scenario I have a bottle of fire-water with me. Might offer you and your girl to take a sip when you return.”

“Hope, it won’t be necessary!” Clasping his gloved fingers around yours, clad in mittens, the young man leads you away with a giddy look in his eyes.

“Sooo, are you ready to see a real ounce?” That wide boyish smile is back on his face and excitement exhilarates in your system. Ready? You were born ready. At your enthusiastic nods Childe presses his nose to your temple, gently rubbing in affection. “Great, because we are almost here. But please, be careful. Even with all that snow you can easily trip. And above all, do not let go…” his hold on your hand tightens. “For any reason, understood?”

“Ajax, if you tell me this one more time, I will let go. You've been telling me this since yesterday as if there is danger looming over me. Then again, how are you gonna protect me with one hand occupied? Or- Oh. Ooooh~” a smug smile appears on your lips. “Is my darling clingy~?”

He whines something about being worried and protecting you with no hands at all, to which you just laugh, promising that you are just teasing. And it's not like you can resist his adorable devoted clinginess - thus the lock of hands stays unbroken.

Not a couple of minutes later you are standing in a clear spot among the rows of trees which is enough to see the side of the mountain above the coniferous tops. Your lover is squinting, sharp eyes searching the expanse of the rocky surface. You patiently wait, quickly realizing that it’s pointless to stare there not knowing what you are looking for. Besides, admiring Ajax doing such a concentrated face is a treat.

Finally his eyes widen and a toothy grin tugs his mouth wide.

“Well, my dear, we are lucky. Look at that cliff.”

Trying your best to follow the direction of his unoccupied hand pointing you to lift your gaze. A thin ribbon of steam is momentarily broken when your breath hitches - and there is a solid reason for it.

A majestically looking large cat is getting ready to make a jump to the next protruding ledge. Fur is whitish to grey with black spots on the head and neck, with larger rosettes on the back, flanks and bushy tail. Oh, the tail. It’s so long and thick, like a whole other body. And then the animal jumps, flawlessly landing on all paws and getting a nice stretch, as if showing off specifically for the two of you.

“It’s a snow leopard,” your partner explains. “But here we call them ‘ounces’.”

“It’s… It’s so pretty…” You can’t take your eyes from the creature, so perfect among the snowy mountains.

“Part of the reason I gave you this nickname,” he embraces you from behind, putting his chin on top of your head and gently rocking your body in place. “Another part is because you are fierce and strong and also I really loved these animals when I was a kid. Always begged dad to take me hunting birds just to see the cats.”

“Aww, it’s so sweet,” despite the freezing cold your heart melts and you put your palms on top of his locked on your stomach. “But why being a tease and calling me a word I don’t know? Why not ‘my snow leopard’ instead?”

“About that… Let’s just say I wanted to keep the intrigue and increase my chances when convincing you to visit my homeland.”

A sheepish chuckle that follows makes you want to give him a little punch, but you quickly decide against it. Admittedly, Ajax did everything perfectly - this whole trip to Morepesok has been excellent so far, and he did not disappoint with the inspiration behind this unique term of endearment.

“Can we watch it a little bit more?” 

“As long as you want, my pretty ounce."

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[lilyginnyblackv2]

Some thoughts on the BD’s OP after Episode 10: SPOILERS!

First:

We have Carol throwing her purse at Rei. While I don’t think we will actually see Carol throwing her purse at Rei, this action seems to imply that Carol and Dorothy will meet Rei at some point.

Second:

This part of the opening was always a bit odd to me. Like, Kazuki and Rei were just walking around the city with a huge wooden frame. Why? Now, I feel like this is means to represent a snapshot - a moment in time. After all, the scenes that are captured in this “snapshot” are of Miri with her daycare friends and Miss Anna.

Even if Miri ends up back in the care of Kazuki and Rei, I won’t be surprised if they would have to move because of Organization stuff, safety, etc. So it really does make these moments that Miri had with them a snapshot in hers, and their, life. The series isn’t finished yet, so I could be wrong, but that’s what this feels like. Otherwise, we just have this odd sequence of Kazuki and Rei lugging a big ol’ frame around the city for some reason, lol.

Third:

Much like how the imagery of the bullet (in the OP) and heading for Kazuki’s back (who is holding Miri) foreshadowed Kazuki and Miri being targeted by the Organization, this scene here with Rei, riding his motorcycle straight ahead, appearing in the car window of Ryo feels like it is foreshadowing events too. In Episode 10, we see Rei react to Kyutaro mentioning Ryo, and Ryo is antagonist, for sure, but not the “villain” of this series, imo. So, it would make sense that we our Papas finally confronting Rei in Episode 10. This scene indicating that Rei may be the one that goes forward with enacting that.

It gets rather lengthy and image heavy after this, so I’ll put the rest under a Read More.

Fourth:

The guy in the grey suit. He’s in the bottom middle rectangle. This guy has been brought up before. Will he be an actual character that shows up? Or is he more so just meant to represent the Organization as a whole like in this scene of the OP:

Where we have Rei’s father, the head of the Organization, front and center, with other members (lackeys, I would assume) surrounding him. If the guy in the grey suit is a member of the Organization though, this imagery of him paints an interesting picture, since his personality is coming off a bit more goofball-ish than anything. 

There is the possibility that he may be someone that tries to chase down Kazuki and Rei, after all, we also have a group of Organization lackeys chasing after them during the title screen sequence of the OP as well:

They really don’t feel intimidating though, unlike Ryo. And that doesn’t feel like it would fit the tone that the remaining episodes are seemingly going to have. On the other hand, this guy later in the OP:

Who is shooting a guy in what appears to be an actual action scene, looks to be the same guy in a grey suit. I won’t be surprised if next week’s episode (Ep. 11) ends up being more action focused. So we might see this guy finally pop up then or the week after (Episode 12). Especially since it looks like this other guy later in the OP is in a similar room/place:

They intersperse this moment with ones from Episode 2. For example, in the above image, the guy on the left in the brownish-grey jacket and blue undershirt is from a scene we haven’t seen in series, while the image on the right, of a blond haired man in white and orange holding a gun is from Episode 2 (he’s the man that brought Miri to the bathroom). 

So yeah, hmm...They could just be random action scenes to highlight the “they are hitmen” aspect of the series, but...I don’t know. If you have any further thoughts, feel free to share them! 

Fifth:

Bullets destroying the family and children’s items (a cake, a stuffed teddy bear, etc.). Symbolism for their hitmen job destroying (or, at the very least, getting in the way of) their ability to have “normal happiness” and a family. 

Sixth:

Sad realization that we never got to see Miri blow bubbles:

Or brush her teeth together with Rei:

In any of the actual episodes. :(

Seventh:

The last sequence of images we get are:

Rei putting on his motorcycle jacket.

Kazuki looking nervous/upset in a room that looks like it could be similar to the ones above with the potential Organization guys.

And Misaki, Miri’s mother, crying. This could be symbolic of her tragic situation (cancer) or of the fact that her character is a rather tragic one in many ways, generally speaking. But the image comes right before a shot we know is in the series, which is Miri holding Rei’s hand, which comes from Episode 9.

So that leads me to believe that these three images of Rei, Kazuki, and Misaki have yet to happen and will likely show up at some point in episodes 11 - 13.

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[onedaughterofman]

Premature burial (Mary Goore x g/n reader)

Summary: Papa orders to bring someone back from the dead. As his skilled necromancer, you obey.

Tags: Rated T. Description of corpses, rituals, necromancy, a bit of blood. Mary Goore being a weirdo. Around 2.3 K words.

Disclaimer: I’m not a qualified necromancer, please don’t try this at home.

“Bring him back."

Even after time, Papa's words still resonate loud inside your ears. Rummaging through the old wood box he handed you, a small piece of paper catches your eyes. The black ink is faded, porous paper having absorbed most of it years ago. Still, the name scribbled on it is relatively easy to decipher.

Mary Goore.

There are a few droplets of ink around the name and the lines are unclean, as if whoever had written it was in a hurry or holding the pen with poorly contained anger. For a moment, you wonder what could Papa need from this person, what kind of connection he had with the Clergy.

It doesn't matter how much you think about it, there's no answer to your questions inside the box. One leather jacket, an almost empty packet of cigarettes, a guitar pick, and an old cassette booklet is all you find. "Spawn of Pure Malevolence," the black and white artwork says. It doesn't ring any bells inside your head.

As the sun falls down behind the horizon, languishing golden rays barely peeking between the dying autumn leaves, you prepare all the necessary tools to perform the ritual.

The moon is high in the night sky when you first set foot on the sacred grounds of the cemetery. The dusk spreads all over the long forgotten place, from one corner to the other. Years into studying the occult have taught you that death is not a still, unmoving force. Instead, it expands like a disease, penetrating the ground and dyeing the grass of a pale, brown color.

The wood box is sturdy between your hands, old yellowish paper resting on top of it. "Mary Goore," it says, and your mind repeats it over and over again like a chant, like an invocation.

You're calling for him tonight. And he better answer.

Necromancy is not an trivial task. It took you years to learn it, even more time to gather the courage to perform the rituals alone. The dead are in a state of rest and, in most cases, they do not wish to be disturbed for menial reasons. Some of them are nothing but the empty shell of the person they used to be. Some others hold only the rage or fear they felt during the final moments.

Not every person can be brought back in both body and soul, you recognize it.For a long moment, you wonder if Mary Goore is someone capable of standing the shock of the magic, if he'll be able to do whatever Papa needs him to or if he'll be, instead, nothing but a hollow puppet.

Sadly, most of your rituals fall into the second case. You can bring someone back, order them to perform a task and then go back to sleep again. It is rare for them to be sentient, conscious or communicate beyond a few words.

And, of course, it’s truly time consuming. These types of ceremonies can last hours, days, or even weeks before the spirit finds its way back. Besides, it mostly depends on how long the person has been dead. Necromancers prefer to summon the recent departed, since they still retain some lucidity.

In general, that timeframe is limited to twelve months following the death of the physical body. Mary Goore has been gone for more than a decade. Whatever Papa needs, it might be too difficult to find here. Most of your success will depend on the circumstances around Mary's demise.

According to the ancient scrolls, it is believed that in the event of a premature or violent death, the corpse retains part of that unused vitality. If Goore died before his time, then he should still have some energy inside of him.

It is only a matter of carrying on with the ritual and discovering it.

Setting up your energetical barrier, you begin to draw a circle in a desolated spot of the graveyard. This will protect you from the anger of the deceased and other lingering spirits. The talisman required to enhance the protection hangs from your neck, a stable and comforting weight over your chest.

Now, you need a sacrifice and a connection. Sitting on the humid ground, you begin taking out the elements from inside the box. Placing the guitar pick, the cigarettes and the cassette booklet on the dirt, your hands stop when they come into contact with the cold leather of the jacket.

This will do. One arm after the other, you put on the jacket. It looks big on you, and the material is too rigid, creaking with every little movement, but it doesn’t matter. Wearing the clothes of the deceased will help you get into the right frame of mind, allow you to begin with the conjuration.

Before performing the sacrifice, you light up the chosen herbs: a bit of hemlock, mandrake and opium. Taking a deep breath, you let the smoke fill your lungs. The adrenaline is so high you barely feel the sharpness of the dagger in your skin, poking at your finger until the blood tricks down, falling into the offering you laid out on the ground, staining the artwork and the cigarettes.

Closing your eyes, you begin chanting the spell, those old rhymes and words that will serve as a guide for the soul to come back. Over and over again, you call that name into the night.

Come back, come back, come back…

As the time passes, you begin to think this will take more than one session. Yet, you realize that’s not true when the smell hits you. It comes from beneath the ground, a bit of sulfur and smoke, sweet and sour at the same time.

Then come the maggots and the earthworms, rising from the dirt and infesting the grass around your protection circle, climbing up from the tombs. The air feels freezing on your skin, too cold inside your lungs as the temperature descends and descends.

This is new. You’ve performed quite a few necromancy rituals during your time serving the Clergy, but you have never obtained such an aggressive reaction before.

Who is Mary Goore? Why does his presence evoke such chaos around the graveyard?

The answer to those questions is closer than what you expected. A low, horrid growl coming from behind your back makes your whole body flinch. You turn around, hand clutching the protection sigil around your neck.

Goore is standing there, immobile, right at the edge of the circle. He’s covered in blood, face obscured by the remnant of some old black and white paint. It reminds you of the Papal face paint, except this one doesn’t seem to be so detailed, so curated.

Upon sensing your eyes on him, Mary’s head rises and you’re staring right into the darkness of his pupils. Those lifeless eyes are set deep in his face. He jerks his head violently, dirt and insects flying off his hair.

It worked. Mary Goore is back, from the dead, from beyond the grave.

“That’s my jacket.”

The sound of his voice is raw, raspy, barely audible over the beating of your heart. This shouldn’t really be possible. Goore has been dead for too long to have retained consciousness like this.

When you don’t reply quick enough, he continues. “Give it back, you thief.”

Swallowing doesn’t undo the knot inside your throat. Mary stays still, body swaying in place. He’s wearing dark pants ripped at the knees, a gray battle vest full of patches. The toe of his combat boots toys with the salt that forms your circle, not touching it by a few centimeters. It’s like he’s testing his limits, analyzing how far he can go before your magic stops it.

Again, you think this shouldn’t be possible. The hair stands at the back of your neck when he locks his gaze with yours, not a single light behind them. It’s such a morbid scene. It makes you feel as if you have accidentally unleashed an unknown force, resuscitated some kind of ancient evil that takes the form of a long dead rockstar.

Whatever the case might be, you have to take the reins. “Mary Goore,” you begin. “I’ve brought you back to the world of the living. From now on, you obey my will.”

A deep, slow chuckle is all the answer you get. He takes a step to the side, beginning to walk around the circle searching for any crack, any weak spot. It reminds you of a predator stalking a prey.

You will not allow it. “Don’t try me. I have power over you.”

“Do you, Necromancer?”

Goore doesn’t seem intimidated by you, not one bit. If anything, there’s a glint of amusement in his eyes. “I can undo the spell that binds you to this realm,” you warn. It doesn’t work.

“Is that so? Do it, and then you’ll have to drag my dead body all alone back to the grave. I’ve been told I’m heavier than I look.”

As Mary lets out another series of short, breathless chuckles, you go over the ritual in your head. Every little part of it was performed perfectly, with all the caution required. You made no mistakes. Then, how is it possible for him to have such independence, such freedom?

When Goore leans farther ahead, the energy coming from him strikes you right in the face, right through the barrier. Even if there are no holes in your protection, you can feel the raw energy exuding from his pores, the crude anger that causes you to falter.

There has to be an explanation. “Tell me how you died,” you command. He stops laughing, staring at you through long, dark eyelashes. After a moment of consideration, Mary indulges you.

“Oh, you know. The usual,” he says, shrugging his shoulders. “Fell asleep during a bad flu, woke up inside a coffin, mouth sewn shut and so fucking cold.”

Fuck.

“You were buried alive.”

In the middle of the gloomy graveyard, Goore’s pupils shine like two lanterns. The moon reflects on them, filling the dead scleroid with light. “Yes, I wouldn't recommend it honestly. Those dumb motherfuckers thought I was dead. Or maybe they just couldn’t wait to get rid of me.”

Again, the energy hits your body like a wave. This man was trapped in a premature burial, and now his spirit is full of anger than cannot be tamed. He was kept for years in a prison underground and now, he’s prepared to let it out.

A demon. You’ve unleashed the devil.

Never stopping his stalking around your circle, Mary continues. His voice becomes louder, harsher.

“Do you know what happens when they bury you alive? You feel like your joints slowly freeze, how your body begins to decompose even if your heart is still beating. And no matter how loud you try to be, it’s always nothing but a silent, voiceless scream,” he says, fingers running through his hair.

After a few seconds, he continues. “It’s so dark inside that fucking box. A boring place to spend all eternity. It makes you wish you could die faster, so you can finally burn in hell.”

Under the pale moonlight, he does look straight out of hell. A beautiful, scary sight that has put you under a spell. This man is evil, full of resenting and hate, someone who only wishes to expand doom on this earth. A profane saint, born under the midnight sky, hugged by the shadows and the chaos.

Maybe you’re beginning to understand why Papa wanted him back. He could be good for the Clergy, a new influence for the Ghost project.

Ignoring your inner turmoil, Goore stops right in front of you. He’s still outside the protection barrier, staring right ahead with a tilted head. When he notices you’re watching him up and down, a small smirk tightens his lips. “Well, at least I was an attractive corpse. Can’t complain about that one.”

“That's enough,” you stop him. “I’ve brought you back following the orders of my boss, the head of the Church of Satan. You’ll meet him tonight.”

Again, there’s a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Satan?” He inquires. “Whatever. Can I at least have my jacket back or some cigs? It’s freezing out here.”

It’s useless to try to remind him he’s dead, and he can’t feel the heat. Your fingers trace the metallic zipper of the jacket, following the shape of the sharp teeth. Slowly, you remove it from your body, those dark eyes never looking away.

“Try anything, and you’re back underground.”

“I’ll behave nicely,” he promises, but there’s not a single clue of honesty there. “Come on, I just fucking want it back.”

Inch by inch, you get closer to him. Mary doesn’t move. Body tight and muscles tense, he stays put in place. You’re not even certain he’s blinking as you stretch out your arm, jacket hanging by the tip of your fingers.

Gradually, Goore lifts up his arm in your direction. You feel his energy grow steady, like the background noise of an engine. As your hand exits the barrier, the rumbling becomes an energetic growl when he grabs your wrist, yanking you out of the circle.

Violently, your body hits his, the smell of wet dirt and blood filling your nostrils. This is the first time you realize his eyes are a blue light color, and not just dead, black pools.

Fuck.

Fuck no.

This has never happened in the past.

Before you can fully react, the leather jacket is on his shoulders and you’re on the ground, wet grass under your fingertips. You hurry to your feet, debating whether or not you should reverse the spell or try to regain control.

It’s useless. Mary turns around, fingers fidgeting with one cigarette. “Now, none of that doe-eyed bullshit. Let's go. You said someone important wanted to meet me.”

Leaving the cemetery behind, you follow him into the night.

PD: Mary Goore, what a (hot) weirdo. Just keep my lifeless body away from him and we're good.

It's my fist time writing him, so I hope it was good! This was supposed to be less than 1K words long, but I got carried on. Ask box is always open if you want to say something ♥

#mary goore #repugnant #mary goore x reader #ghost fanfiction #repugnant band #ghost band #mary goore fanart #mary goore becomes a part of the ghost lore #ghost lore #ghost fanfic #my internet providers are worried #pray for my fbi agent #not beta'd #my writing #my fic

[floralembarrassment]

I have a very sad thought but you know how regulus is raising harry knowing French? What if canon events occurred but instead of jily, jegulus dies protecting harry. What if when harry meets fleur for example he has to awkwardly say that he cant speak french, even if in another universe he was brought up with it all the time.

Oh you said very sad thought and my brain went oh how about this scenario... this one is for you anon.

I'm sorry I can't (1/1) (post jegulus golden trio)

"But Harry I thought you knew French?" Ron said as Fleur tried to ask them for help navigating the castle. Harry looked out the window of the great hall. It was was raining and he was thankful he could get lost in drops because he didn't realize he would be holding back a few welling in his eyes.

"I do... I just- I can't speak it." Harry stammered. He didn't have many memories of his parents, but his Papa's voice was burned into his brain. His lullabies were what still calmed him on his most desperate nights and really, you don't forget the language you were born with and spoken to in your first year. Of course, he was never allowed to speak it after but he never could bring himself to connect with the language without thinking of his family anyway. A lot of it came back to him too after Hagrid had gifted him a scrapbook full of pictures of James and Regulus happy with Harry. There was also a small portrait in the back of it where both Regulus and James spoke to him, he could hear their voices and while it was everything it was also beautifully and harrowingly emptying to know he could never have them back.

"It's okay Harry, you don't have too." Hermione put a kind hand on his shoulder and kicked Ron under the table.

"Maybe ask Francois, yes in the yellow tie. He is from France actually," Hermione pointed and out and shooed Fleur away.

"Sorry Mate, I uhh I didn't realize..." Ron said leaning across the table. "No no, it's alright. I um... I think I'm gonna go send a letter to Sirius. I'll catch up with you later." Harry said standing quickly and giving them both a weak smile. Harry knew Sirius would be able to help him feel better, since he too couldn't bare to utter a word in French any longer but for different reasons. He could, however, tell Harry stories about James and Regulus and that always left them both feeling a bit better and more connected to those they love so much.

#jegulus #sunseeker #starchaser #marauders #james x regulus #harry potter #golden trio #harry james potter #whisper of Sirius black #ron weasley #hermione granger #fanfic #post jegulus Harry Potter

[dick-helmet-magneto]

Erik shows up at the school in full costume. In his arms is a little girl in bright pink, wearing a tutu and a tiara.

Charles has some kind of event he has to go to and Erik's daughter (who is becoming more and more like his own) insists on coming with him. Erik hates the idea of his little girl being shown off in such a way but she wants to be a princess. Since they're both almost incapable of telling her no, they buy her a fancy dress and one of the older students fixes her hair for her.

Erik's daughter running around in bright colors, a completely unmatching outfit, and a pair of fake wings strapped to her back. Or wearing a cape to match her papa.

Thoughts brought to you by the idea of Erik going shopping, sometimes with Charles, and returning with just the girliest clothes. The little girl has no idea just the powers her papa possesses, she has him wrapped around her little finger.

There's something about the idea of Erik standing there, trying to be threatening with a little brightly colored girl running around his legs and pretending to be a princess.

#dadneto #dad erik lehnsherr #cherik

[vividwritinglove]

next door XII - a Pierre Gasly series

thanks to every new follower and the comments I receive for this series ❤️ means a lot to me!

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pairing: Pierre Gasly x fem!reader

warnings: fluff + smut (again) at the end 🔥

word count: 3K

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Pierre's family was anything but thrilled that he would not be spending New Years Eve with them as planned. Especially his father seemed to be a little disappointed in him. Everyone's mood was a bit dejected and Pierre felt very guilty because of it. He retreated to his room to change for dinner and the following midnight mass in church.

He heard a soft knock at his door.

"Come in!" he said without hesitation as he was putting on the golden cufflinks with his initials on, that his father had given him for Christmas last year.

"Pierre?" his mother asked timidly, slowly entering his old room. She had to grin at the sight of him sitting on his by now too-small bed, it had been a long time seeing him in his childhood bedroom.

Pierre looked up from his wrists and couldn't quite interpret the look on his mother's face, "Maman, the last thing I wanted to do was ruin anyone's holidays..."

"No, no, no, Pierre." she said immediately and rushed towards him to sit on the bed next to him, "No one is mad or angry with you.".

She immediately calmed him down and put a hand on his shoulder to reassure him, "We're just a little confused. It's pretty spontaneous after all.".

"I know." sighed Pierre, scratching the back of his head, "But it feels different this time."

"What makes her so different?" his mother asked, genuinely interested, smiling at him encouragingly.

And then he talked about you: how you wrapped him around your little finger at first sight, how incredibly well you can talk to each other and you two were directly on the same page, that you and him share the same sad fate and he finally feels that he has someone at his side who can also handle and support him emotionally. That you are the smartest person he ever met, which has great taste, not only in interior but also in fashion and on top of that, you are an excellent cook.

Pierre's mom watched her youngest son very closely as he euphorically talked about you, gesticulating animatedly as well. It seemed really different this time and she was genuinely happy for Pierre. He lived so far away from her and she wished nothing more for her child to live a happy and content life and have someone by his side that will be there for him no matter what and love him unconditionally.

"She sounds like a fabulous women." concluded Pierre's mother as he finished his praise of you. Pierre nods in agreement, smiled at her gratefully and hugged her, "You're going to love her."

"Well, just bring her along next time!" she suggested, continuing smiling and stroking his cheek affectionately, „And don’t worry about Papa! He’s going to be fine.“.

"Merci, Maman."

Pierre spent 2 wonderful days with his big family and lots of good food. He really enjoyed the time together with his parents and brothers. For the new year he wanted to spend much more time with them and wants to bring you to every single family event, so they can experience how amazing you are.

~ ~ ~

The last 2 days you were completely under pressure. You rummaged through your moving boxes for your summer clothes, which you had not yet unpacked, because it was simply not necessary since it is winter. You also didn't want to pack too much, so that Pierre would probably declare you crazy. After 3 hours you were satisfied with your selection of clothes and brought everything into your bedroom, to start packing your suitcase. The rest of the time until the departure you looked for travel information about Tulum and watched "drive to survive" on Netflix. You make it to season 2 and especially Pierre's story gripped you a lot. From sadness to anger, pretty much every emotion was represented in you during the episodes. Pierre already told you that the show portrayed some storylines a little too exaggerated, but after all it was still true.

Pierre kept sending you photos of himself and his wonderful family. He celebrated a chaotic but harmonious Christmas with them. Just as he had wished and imagined. You are very happy for him and can hardly wait to see him again.

Finally the time had come - you were already sitting in the shuttle to Milan airport that Pierre had organized for you. He got you a VIP treatment, which was a little too much for you. Pierre wanted to spoil you and therefore the best was almost not good enough.

You quickly arrived at the airport and checked in. You were escorted to the First Class Lounge, so that you can wait undisturbed for boarding to the flight to Paris. It was easier to fly via Paris because there was a direct flight to Cancun from there. Pierre had really thought of everything and so far it has been going like clockwork.

Almost 2 hours later you landed in Paris and were again brought to the next First Class lounge, where Pierre was already waiting for you. As soon as you saw him you rushed towards him and hugged him tightly like you hadn't seen him in weeks. Pierre was very happy about your reaction. Now he was sure that you felt safe around him. It was the best confirmation he could have received. He wrapped his arms tightly around you and lifted you a little, his face in your open and soft hair. Finally he had your scent in his nose. He had wished for nothing more than to be close to you again.

"Hey you!" you said grinning and kissing him lovingly.

"You? Last time you called me babe..." laughed Pierre, after he pulled away from your lips.

You rolled your eyes at him, but then joined in his laughter, "I was hoping you forgot."

"Never!" still laughing, Pierre kissed you demanding afterwards.

Pierre and you sat down at the big window front and watched the planes taking off and landing.

"Are you excited?" asked Pierre, he had been watching you the whole time and noticed the nervous bobbing of your leg.

"More than excited." you said with a smile and looked at him gratefully. You put your arms around him again and nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, "Thanks, babe."

Pierre had to grin at the nickname and puts his arm around your shoulder to pull you even closer to him.

A few minutes later you were sitting in your seats in the plane, getting comfortable for a nearly 11 hour flight. You couldn't wait to be in the sun, it had just been way too long for you to take a private trip and most of all you were looking forward to spend time with Pierre and what he had in store for you.

The first hours of the flight passed by quickly. You buried yourself in an eBook on your iPad and Pierre took a nap. After a while, you looked at your phone and checked your social media accounts, especially Instagram.

You didn't care about the amount of likes or follower. For you, social media was just a communication channel to be connected with friends and acquaintances around the world and share some nice pictures with them. Pierre's follower count was utopian for you, never would you want that much attention. The pressure behind it, to constantly post and give your fans what they expect from you, was unimaginable to you.

Since Pierre followed you, you've had hundreds of requests from people you didn't know. Among them mainly fan pages and many younger women, probably also fans of Pierre. It triggered an uneasiness in you. Your privacy is incredibly important to you, so you left the requests unanswered.

On the contrary: you went into your settings and restricted your profile even more, only friends were able to message you now. Likewise, you sorted out your already low follower count. Only people you really knew were among them now.

"What are you doing?" Pierre asked curiously. He had been watching you for the last few minutes, meticulously cleaning up your Instagram profile and making it inaccessible to any strangers.

"Just taking precautions." you said casually, going through your previous posts to weed them out as well.

Pierre was completely different in that regard. He could handle the media hype and got a lot of training because of his job.

"Are you ashamed of me?" he asked teasingly.

Your head snapped up at him, "Of course not. The internet can be a scary place sometimes...".

Pierre nods at you in agreement, "So I'd better not post anything about you and our vacation?".

You think about it long. You had nothing to hide, but serving up your life on a silver platter to everyone was just not your style.

"By season's start, everyone will be wondering who this beautiful, gorgeous and above all extremely hot woman at my side is." Pierre said confidently, kissing your temple with each compliment.

"Such a charmer!" you grinned.

"It should actually be my middle name!" he joined in your laughter, "But seriously! I want you to come with me!".

"We should talk about this again at a later point." you offered him diplomatically. Pierre was not satisfied with your answer, he had hoped that you would be happy to travel around the world with him and support him live on site at the race weekends.

"Pierre, this is all new to me. I've never dated anyone in the public eye before!" you explained to him as you noticed his crestfallen expression, "I want this with us, I want you! But just give me a little time to get used to it, okay?".

Pierre nods and pressed a passionate kiss to your lips. You're really different from his ex-girlfriends and maybe that's the key to a long and working relationship.

For the rest of the flight you watched series on Netflix, your favorite shared series is Peaky Blinders. The flight was very pleasant, but you two were still exhausted and desperate for a comfy bed. Fortunately, you didn't have to wait long for your suitcases and the transport to the resort was already ready for you. A driver was waiting in the entrance hall of Cancun airport with a sign of his and your initials, so no one would guess it was Pierre at first glance.

The transfer to the resort in Tulum took another hour, so you finally arrived around early afternoon. Pierre quickly checked in and with a golf cart you were driven to your beach bungalow. You couldn't get out of your amazement. It was pure nature around you and you were relatively far away from all the other guests, so you got the feeling to be completely alone here with Pierre.

Pierre chatted briefly with the page boy and tipped him as you stood on the outdoor terrace of the bungalow, admiring the view. Besides a large daybed, there was a private pool with a Jacuzzi. Only a few stairs lead directly to a private beach area.

You closed your eyes and greedily soaked up the warmth of the sun rays. That's exactly what you needed after all the stress of moving and the new job and also because of the winter in Milan. An energy boost spread through your body, that made you smile and a few tears of joy ran down your cheeks.

Pierre watched you as you walked to the wooden balustrade and seemed to soak up the surroundings. He walked up to you and hugged you from behind. He pulled your cotton blouse over your shoulder and kissed the exposed skin tenderly. With pleasure you rested your head against his and snuffled a little.

Abruptly Pierre stopped kissing your shoulder, turned you towards him and cupped your face with his hands.

"Mon cœur, what's wrong?" he asked softly, looking at you with concern. His thumbs wiped over your tears of joy. You smiled slightly and put your hands around his wrists, "Nothing. I'm just happy.".

Relief spread through Pierre, for a second he thought he had brought you too quickly into something you didn't want.

"It's so incredibly beautiful here. I want to enjoy every second with you." you said in a soft voice and Pierre pressed a passionate kiss on your lips.

"I hate to say this, but I need to check out the gym here..." murmured Pierre as he reluctantly breaks away from you, "Pyry has already sent me tons of exercise videos and workout plans."

"I get it. March isn't that long away."

"You know when the season starts?" asked Pierre, puzzled but also impressed.

You nodded confidently, "Even that the winter testing will be in Bahrain."

Gobsmacked, Pierre looked at you and had to kiss you again, "Wow. You really don't do things by halves."

"I keep my word."

"Will you be okay without me?" asked Pierre with a grin, although he already knew the answer.

You looked around demonstratively and your gaze lingered especially on the daybed, "I think I'll be fine."

You winked at him and now you pressed a kiss on his lips, "And now go. I don't want to be the cause of Pyry's anger."

Pierre laughed and jogged back to the bungalow to put on his sports clothes. You, on the other hand, enjoyed the sun for a little while and then decided to put on the white bikini Pierre gave you and get a tan on the daybed.

"Unfair!" groaned Pierre as he saw you in the bikini. He would’ve loved to grab you and spoil you with his tongue on the big and comfy bed. You left him without a comment, grabbed your iPad and sun hat and strutted towards the daybed.

You enjoyed lying in the Mexican sun and reading a good book. After almost 2 hours, it was too warm for you and you needed to cool down. Since you and Pierre wanted to have dinner relatively early, you decided against the pool and went for the large rain shower in the bathroom, which was partly an outdoor shower. Pierre really hadn't promised too little, it was paradise and you just couldn't believe that you were here with him.

You quickly get rid of your bikini and examine your newly gained tan lines. It amazed you, how quickly you got a tan. A little recovered, you jumped into the shower and let the cold water run over your heated skin. You were just in the shower as Pierre entered the bungalow. A good workout was behind him and he was extremely satisfied with the gym equipment.

He went straight to the terrace to greet you, but found the daybed and pool empty. He was about to go down to the beach when he heard the water running in the bathroom. The bathroom door was ajar and he pushed it open lightly. His eyes were immediately on you. You stood sideways to him and he watched as your hands ran over your beautiful naked body. Within a few seconds, Pierre was hard and licked his lips excitedly. He also had noticed your tan lines immediately. He couldn't help himself but needed to go in the shower as well. On the way to you he undressed himself and carelessly dropped his clothes on the floor.

"Mind if we save some water and shower together?" he asked cheekily as he stepped up behind you. Immediately you felt his hands on your hips and his hard cock against your butt. You had to grin, sex in the shower was just what you needed. You turned to face him and ran your hands over his chest and cross necklace.

"I was already wondering where you’ve been..." you muttered against his lips and kissed him along his jawline and down his neck. Pierre enjoyed your kisses and the cool water on his skin. He closed his eyes, tilted his head back and groaned slightly. To you he was the most beautiful man you had ever met.

You continued your kisses and now lingered with your lips on his collarbone. You lowered your hand and grabbed the base of his cock. Pierre now moaned louder and had to look at you.

You slowly began to jerk him off and moved your kisses back up to his mouth.

"You're driving me crazy.." Pierre sighed into your mouth before kissing you passionately and entering your mouth with his tongue. He wanted to feel you and also slipped a hand between your legs and massaged your clit directly with a finger in circular movements. You gasped loudly into the next kiss and increased the pace of your hand.

"Putain! I have to fuck you right now.” Pierre growled and already wanted to leave the shower to get a condom. You hold him back by his hand, which was still between your legs.

"I have an IUD." you almost sobbed. You couldn't wait a second longer. Pierre thought about it for a brief moment, he trusted you and turned you around. He gave you a light slap on your butt, because you were so impatient for his cock and pushed you against the cold glass wall. As your nipples touched the cool and wet glass, you whined and spread your legs further for him.

Pierre ran his cock through your wet and glistening folds a few times before he entered you fully. You both moaned in sync. You had to smile at the familiar and awesome feeling of being filled by him. It was even more intense this time for Pierre as he fucked you raw. He began to move quickly and thus found your G-spot relatively quickly.

"Pierre, I.. I.. am about to cum." you whimpered.

His hands moved forward from your hips over your stomach. One went up and wrapped itself slightly around your neck, gently but firmly pushing you back into him. The other went between your legs again and stimulated your clit once more. You couldn't believe how fast he was able to make you cum.

"I want to hear you." Pierre whispered in your ear and shortly afterwards an intense orgasm overcame you. Your muscles tensed up and you only got tighter for Pierre. The thought of filling you up with his seed was too much for him and shortly after you he came hard and violently as well.

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#pierre gasly #pg10 #f1 things #pierre gasly x reader #f1 smut #pierre gasly smut #pierre gasly fanfic #pierre gasly imagine

[just-my-fandom]

You Know I Love You, Right? (Cisco Ramon x Allen! Reader)

Eventual (Cisco Ramon x Kamilla)

Man I’ve been trying to get this posted since damn March of last year. This writers block ain’t no joke. Hope you enjoy this angsty shit with lots of tears.

Summary; After accidentally running to the future, Barry watches as Savitar kills his sister. Given months in advance, Barry and the team try to stop this supposed murder. When all else fails, Cisco is left to raise a child alone, years later finding someone who was willing to love both of them. In the process, his ex-wives doppelgänger shows up to help on a mission, bringing Cisco back to what it was like before she died, only to witness it all over again.

Pairings; Cisco Ramon x Wife! Reader , Barry Allen x Sister! Reader, Joe West x Daughter figure! Reader, Iris West x Friend! Reader, Caitlin Snow x Best Friend! Reader, Future Kamilla Wang x Cisco Ramon, Baby Ramon included.

Warnings; Death, blood, cursing, panic attack, crying, child with no mother, reader can teleport and child inherits her powers.

Word Count: 6K😳 my longest one chapter fic. THERE WILL BE AN ALTERNATE ENDING REPOST.

Translations;

“Que clase de flor es esa?” - “What kind of flower is that?”

“Girasol,” -“Sunflower,”

“Ser buena para Papa Joe,” - “Be good for Papa Joe,”

July, 2017, four months until destruction.

“Hey,”

A hand rests on your bare shoulder. You turn, smiling warmly at Barry Allen’s taller figure, “You look great,”

“Thanks,” Your breath is light, hands running down the front of your sweater-like dress, “Iris helped pick it out,”

Barry then glances over to said woman and the rest of the group, who, too, were dressed up from the event of HR attempting to reopen STAR Labs, “Hey,” He repeats, nodding his head over his shoulder, “I need to show you something,”

“Okay,” You nod back, glancing at your friends grouped together before following your friend at a slow pace, “What is it?”

Barry leads you into a hidden room. A room you recognize that used to be Eobard Thawnes, which worries you as to why he has brought you into the room of your old enemy.

With a click to the button on the single stand, Barry steps back to allow a projector to arise, showing both you and him an article, “Look at this,”

“The Flash vanishes after Crisis,” Your brows pinch as you glance to him, “I don’t understand. What am I looking at?”

“An article. From the future,” Barry starts, eyes flicking back up to the projector, “Look who wrote it,”

Your eyes move to follow his gaze, “Written by Iris West-Allen,” You lift your shoulders, “Okay? You and Iris get married. That’s wonderful, Bar,”

“No,” Barry shakes his head, “You originally wrote this article. Somethings changed,”

“Maybe I quit,” You sigh, reaching up to curl a strand of hair behind your ear, “I’ve been talking to Cait and Cisco about staying home with (Your/Daughter/Name), it’d make sense,”

“That’s not why it changed to Iris,” Barry can see your irritation as he leads on, your figure turning to face him as if urging him to hurry to his conclusion, “When I threw the Philosophers Stone into the Speed Force, I ran to the future,” He pauses to clench his jaw, “You die, Y/N. I-I saw it,”

“Die?” Your breath comes short, in disbelief as you look back to the article, “From what?”

“Savitar. He was holding you and he stabbed you. Right in front of the whole team,” Barry’s hand raises to his hair, tugging at the locks,

“How long?” Your eyes stare at the floor, hearing Barry’s hum of confusion before lifting your eyes to him, “How long until I die?”

“I won’t let that happen,” Barry steps up, hand at your arm as you clench your jaw, tears glossing your eyes, “I won’t. I swear on our parents lives, I will protect you,”

Your hands wipe at your eyes, hard, “We have to tell the others. I can’t stand to be one of the only ones that knows when we can try to stop it but- what if we don’t?”

“We will,” Barry breathes, “I promise, Y/N. I- we will do whatever it takes,”

“I hope you’re right,” You step back, out the hidden door and to the Cortex and to where Cisco instantly questioned your reddened face.

. . .

“So… all this happened while you were in the Speed Force?” Caitlins questions breaks the silence of the cortex. You can see the gears turning in everyone’s heads. Processing it.

You still haven’t.

“When I threw the Stone in, I went four months into the future. That gives us four months to figure out what needs to be changed and how we can stop him,” Barry exhales, looking to you where you leaned against the Control Panel in silence,

“Y/N?” Cisco speaks up, so you raise your eyes to him across the Cortex. “What’s going through your head?”

You lift a hand, waving it in front of your face with a pinch of your brows, “I’m fine. I think,” You bare down on your teeth at a lump that forms in your throat, “I need a second,”

The team watches as you depart from the Cortex in quick steps. Cisco worriedly follows after you while Barry rubs a hand down his face,

“Hey,” Cisco’s hand catches your wrist, twirling you to face him at the same time you cough out a weak breath, “Hey. Look at me,”

Your eyes look up at him on demand. Blurred with tears, you attempt to clear your vision as his hands raise to your face, wiping the tears from your skin, “You’re allowed to be scared. It’s okay,”

“I’m sorry,” Your whisper is harsh, hiccuping, “I don’t want this to happen. I can’t leave her,”

“We’re gonna figure this out,” He reassures, eyes on yours as his thumbs wiped below your eyes, “I promise,”

You nod, eyes shut when he rests his forehead against yours. His hand raises to the back of your head, hearing his best friend call behind him so you pulled away and wiped your face,

“HR thinks if we go back to the place I saw it,” Barry starts, watching you flinch at the mention, “We can find details that may help us change the future,”

“And how’re we supposed to do that?” Cisco asks, tiredly, “Go back into the speed force?”

Barry’s nod is slow, “You might be able to help,”

“I’m gonna go home,” You sigh, raising your hand to your forehead as Cisco turns back to you, “It’s late. It’s a lot, I think I just need sleep, and I need to see (D/N),”

“I’ll let you know what we find,” Cisco murmurs, pecking your lips before staring at you for a mere second, “I love you,”

“I love you too,” Your smile is weak before you teleport from their vision, Cisco exhaling a deep breath before turning to face his brother in law, “Let’s do this.”

September, 2017, two months until destruction.

Cisco steps into a silent apartment. He drops his keys on the counter with a tired sigh, turning to face the inside of his home.

He sees you sitting in silence. One lamp is on, while you sit on the kitchen counter, hot mug in hand.

He sees the tremble in your hands. As quick as you sip the tea, you set it down, Cisco by now having reached you and stood between your legs,

“Hi,” Your whisper is tired, exhausted, shaking fingers sliding to his sides as his own hold your face, pressing one, two slow kisses to your lips, holding you against him, “Anything?”

Ciscos head shakes weakly. He leans back to look at you, eyes glossy as they searched your face.

Your eyes flicker up to the ceiling upon the rise of tears, exhaling so Ciscos arms slid to hold your waist, gently tugging you towards the edge of the counter, “C’mon,” His murmur is soft, your eyes immediately looking to his face, “Let’s go to bed,”

“Just stay,” Your whisper back is just as quiet, eyes meeting his as he pauses, your hands at his shoulders, “For a second. Please,”

Ciscos nod is short, fully embracing you as your arms tighten around his shoulders and neck, foreheads meeting as your eyes shut. Ciscos thumbs brush your hips beneath your shirt, tilting his head up just enough to press his lips between your brows,

“You know I love you, right?”

“I know,” Your fingers curl in his hair, opening your eyes as he looks down at you, “I love you, too. So, so much, Cisco,”

Cisco ducks down to press a long kiss to your lips, hand holding your chin in place before he pulls back, slowly, lifting you enough to set your feet on the ground, leading you to your shared bedroom, mindful of the toddler sleeping across the hall.

October, 2017, one month until destruction.

“Here’s what I quite don’t understand,”

HRs sudden voice drags everyone’s attention to him. The man stands with a hand to his chin, before he directs it to point to you, “Of all outcomes we have seen, Miss Ramon doesn’t use her powers of- what is it- teleportation, in any of them. Why’s that?”

“The downside to my powers is my emotions effect how I use them,” You explain, quietly, “If I’m stressed or scared, I can’t use them at all. If I’m sad, even really really happy, they glitch and I can teleport anywhere,”

“When I proposed, she teleported to Canada,” Cisco lightens, your smile light as you look at him.

“I have to really be able to focus on my powers for them to work properly. It’s why I almost never use them. This whole thing with Savitar, I’m so stressed I can’t use my powers even if I tried,”

HR nods, eyes drifting in thought. Then what was the purpose of your powers?

He’s realized, there was none.

November, 2017, one week until destruction.

You stand in silence. Your daughter lies curled against your shoulder, dark hair sprawled over her forehead and thumb barely hanging from her mouth.

“Baby,” Ciscos murmur is quiet, your eyes opening to see him now in front of you, one hand at your arm while the other curls (D/N)s hair from her shut eyes,

“You’ve been standing here for a while. You want me to take her?” Cisco extends his hands, questioningly, your eyes fluttering with tears as you shake your head, hand raising to cradle your daughters head.

“I’m so scared, Cisco,” You move your hand to cover your mouth, muffling your violent sniffle, “I don’t want her growing up without a mom. I won’t get to watch her grow up,”

“Hey,” Ciscos eyes are glossy as he steps up, arm wrapping around your shoulders to pull you against his chest, mindful of your child in the middle. His hand slides into your hair, sighing against your forehead, “We’re going to figure everything out, baby,”

You move to the side to lay your child in her crib, twisting to press yourself back into Ciscos front so his arms tightly wound around you, nose in your neck in search for his own comfort.

November 2017, the day before destruction.

You find yourself wide awake. Eyes staring up at the ceiling, you listen to the slight shuffle of Cisco closing your daughters bedroom door, then your own as he moved into the room.

Ciscos quiet as he slides into bed next to you, his arm instantly sliding around your shoulders so you scoot to press yourself against his front, head ducking beneath his chin.

Ciscos exhale is deep, free hand pressed to the back of your head as he presses his lips to the crown of your hair, hearing your sniffle muffle against his shirt. “I’ve got you, baby,” His murmur is breathy, fingers knotted in your hair. “You’re okay,”

Your hand reaches up to grasp his wrist, hiccup loud against the silent bedroom as Ciscos fingers tighten their grip in your hair, free arm around your shoulders to hold you against him.

“I’m sorry,” You lean back, Ciscos eyes flicking across your face as you wipe your eyes, “I’m been so emotional instead of helping you guys figure out how to stop all this shit from happening, and-,”

“And you’re allowed to be,” Cisco murmurs, hand curling a piece of your hair behind your ear. Ciscos jaw clenches, “We’re allowed to be emotional,”

Your hands find their place at each side of his face, pulling him down so his lips meet yours, breathlessly. Ciscos hand slides to grasp your hip, his sniffle causing you to lean back and wipe the tear beneath his eye.

“I love you, you know that, right?” You repeat his words, Cisco smiling despite the tremble in his lip as he nods.

“I love you, too,”

Late November, 2017, the day of destruction.

Time falls still. Team Flash all stand frozen in terror. It happened. It really happened.

Savitar won. All those months trying to change the future was a fail. He knew it.

Cisco’s shout is what drags Barry to speed up and catch your near falling figure. Blood already stained your jacket, body limp against his suited form as he panicked for his best friend.

His sister.

“Y/N!” Cisco’s terrified cry gets closer as his footsteps skid, dropping down at your other side to pull you from Barry’s grasp, “Hey! Hey, baby!”

Tearing his goggles from his face, Cisco’s eyes brim red as his gloved hand held your face to look up at him, your own eyes hazy from exhaustion, but wide in terror.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Cisco’s thumb brushes over the skin, eyes flicking back and forth across your face, “Stay awake for me, okay? Can you- can you stay awake?”

“Cisco-?” Your lips part in a wheezed breath, lifting your head in an attempt to look at the damage, but Ciscos hand tightens at your jaw, shaking his head as he sniffles.

“No, no. Look at me. Look at me,” His pleas are weak, free hand pressed to the wound so you hiss, “You’re okay, baby. You’re gonna be okay,”

Your head shakes, barely, blinking away the black spots but only causing more. “Take care of our baby, Cisco. Pl-please,”

“You’re gonna be okay,” Cisco begs, Barry’s chest tightening along with his stomach, sure he was going to puke from the nerves. “I’m right here,”

Your eyelids droop, Cisco shaking his head for the thousandth time, “No. No, no,”

Barry can feel his chest caving in. He failed. He knew it. Iris’ hand comes to his shoulder, worried, but he yanks it free, speeding off in fear of facing the now single father.

December 1st, 2017. The day after destruction.

“Kiss mama bye bye,”

Cisco can feel all eyes on him. But his attention focuses on the toddler in his arms, both of them staring at the casket in front of them.

Cisco raises his hand to pat his lips in a kiss, waiting for (D/N) to copy before he leans down, pressing his hand to the wood of the casket. “Kiss mama bye bye,”

(D/N) pats her hand hard on the casket, Cisco standing straight with a teary smile. “There you go,”

His daughter manages to catch the tear that slides down Ciscos cheek, propping her arm on his shoulder to twirl his hair around her small hand, “Why sad?”

“I’m not sad, sweetheart,” Cisco wipes his chin, then brushes his hand over (D/N)s head to push hair from her eyes, “I’m just missing mama, that’s all,”

“She coming back?” (D/N) glances down at the casket before the group around her, thumb now in her mouth to gnaw on.

“I don’t know, baby,” Cisco hates this. He doesn’t know what to tell her.

He inhales a deep breath when Caitlin walks up, her hand squeezing his arm with her own watery smile towards the little girl.

“Are you hungry, mi amor?” Cisco murmurs to the toddler, who only stared at her godmother and reached out to her. Caitlin giggles tearfully as she takes the child, eyes focusing back on Cisco who swallows.

“I’ve got her,” Caitlin promises, Cisco nodding as his jaw clenches, immediately looking over to see Joe and Barry.

“This hurts,” Ciscos breath is airy, voice strained, “So fucking much. We’ve been preparing for the worse since damn six months ago and-,”

“You’re never prepared for it,” Joe speaks, Cisco raising his hands to his face to wipe his eyes, “But all you can do is be there for that little girl,”

“What am I supposed to tell her?” Cisco doesn’t mean to give an attitude, but his emotions are in a whirlwind and his chest is caving. “‘Sorry that you were born into a world where meta humans and evil doppelgängers live that killed your mother’? That’ll go well,”

“Cisco,” Barry tries, quietly, but Cisco shakes his head, eyes now on him.

“Go back,” Ciscos plea doesn’t go unnoticed, “Go back in time. Figure out a way to save her,”

“You know I can’t do that,” Barry’s voice breaks, Ciscos eyebrows pinching,

“You did it for your mom!” Ciscos voice raises, Caitlin worriedly looking over from across the lot, “You did it for your dad! But your sister dies and she’s not worth it,”

“I won’t do it because if I don’t fix it, the timeline could be altered, again,” Barry steps forward, Joe calling for him, “Someone else could be killed. Someone could never exist, your daughter could never exist, there’s too many risks!”

“But you have to try,” Ciscos eyes are brimmed red by now, chest heaving as Barry is forced to watch his best friend break down, “You have to try and bring her back, please. (D/N) lost her mom, Barry,”

“I know, and I’m sorry,” A hot tear slides down Barrys cheek, Cisco shaking his head as he steps back, “Cisco-,”

“Don’t,” Cisco moves back towards Caitlin, hands out to take his daughter again.

“Let me drive you,” Caitlin offers, Cisco nodding as (D/N) curls into his shoulder, his eyes pinching shut at her small embrace.

December 25th, 2017. 26 days after destruction.

“Hey! You made it,” Joes smile is wide when he opens the front door to his house, Cisco and (D/N) in front of him.

Cisco smiles in greet, looking down at (D/N) who held a box, jumping as she held it up to her grandfather. “Papa Joe!”

Cisco takes the box from her to let Joe pick her up, stepping into the house to ruffle the snow from his hair. “If you can’t tell, (D/N) wrapped this for you,”

“You did?” Joe takes the box in his free arm, looking down at it then the toddler, “What is it?”

“You open it, Papa Joe,” (D/N) wraps her arms around Joes neck as he leads her further into the house, where the rest of the group greets the two new arrivals with cheers.

Cisco is greeted by Caitlin almost immediately, her smile warm as she looks him over, “You doing okay?”

“Physically? She’s got a sleeping schedule down to let me sleep a full eight hours,” Cisco jokes, weakly, eyebrows lifting, “Mentally? I’m hanging in there,”

“You know if you ever need me to take her for a day or two I can,” Caitlin reminds, Cisco nodding as his eyes drift to the near two year old.

“I know. But I feel like she needs me. It’s still all new with just us two, so…”

“And that’s okay,” Caitlin ends the conversation to watch (D/N) pat the box she had wrapped, Joe heaving her onto his lap before the box, pulling the bow loose to open the box.

“A picture!” Joe gives the toddler excitement, pulling a piece of paper from the unnecessary box, scanning it, “Who’s all these people?”

As (D/N) begins to list off each member of team flash, everyone else begins to pass around gifts. “This is daddy and mama,” Cisco looks up at this. He remembers seeing her draw every member, but not you. “Mama has ring ‘bove her head cause daddy says she’s a angel,”

“A halo, sweetheart,” Cisco moves to sit next to Joe, pulling (D/N) onto his own lap, “And she is,”

“Well it’s wonderful,” Joe pinches (D/N)s cheek, lifting a box at his feet to hand to her, “Now be very careful unwrapping this one, there’s something special in here,”

Cisco helps (D/N) unwrap the paper carefully like Joe demanded, (D/N) reaching in to pull out a small stuffed bear, older but looking clean nothing less,

“This was your mamas when she was little,” Joe states, Cisco staring down at the plush toy to see your initials on the tie of the bear, “Little bit older than you, but it was hers,”

Cisco smiles at Joe, thankfully, when (D/N) hugs the bear to her chest, holding it up for Cisco to see.

“There’s something for you, too,” Joe informs to Cisco, eyeing the box so Ciscos brows pinch, reaching in like (D/N) had done, pulling out a smaller box. Lifting the lid, he stares down at the gold necklace, on the chain being the first promise ring Cisco had given you when you first began dating.

“I know you don’t wear jewelry,” Joe begins, “But she left it when she moved out and I thought you should have it,”

“Are you kidding?” Cisco swallows the lump in his throat with a small laugh, clasping the necklace around his neck before tucking it under his sweater, “Thank you, Joe,”

Joe nods once, clapping his hands as he stands, lifting (D/N), “Alright, who’s hungry?”

July 2021, three years since destruction.

“I’ve met someone,”

Caitlin instantly looks up at this. Cisco stares at his computer screen, hesitantly looking up to see Caitlin and Barry’s reactions.

“That’s great,” Caitlin breathes, “What’s her name?”

“Kamilla,” Cisco exhales, leaning back in his seat, “I’ve known her for a couple of weeks, now, but-,”

“But you’re scared,” Caitlin tilts her head, “And that’s completely understandable, Cisco,”

“I should be fine,” Cisco sits up, refusing to look at Barry, “Y/Ns been gone for three years, now. But-,”

Again, Caitlin cuts him off, “But you’re worried about (D/N),”

“I’m worried about (D/N),” Cisco confirms, “I don’t want her to think I’m replacing Y/N. Because I’m not! Y/N…” Cisco pauses to swallow, standing up to pace in front of his two best friends,

“Y/N was there since- everything! Since Thawne, since Zoom. She liked everything I loved and I loved her. So much I married her and we had a kid,” Cisco faces the two, eyes glossy, “I still think about her when I wake up, how (D/N) still doesn’t know what truly happened to her mom and how when Kamilla finds out, if we even went further-,”

“Take a breath,” Caitlin places her hands at Ciscos arms, “Kamilla will understand when she finds out, when you’re comfortable enough to tell her,” Caitlin’s lips press together, “You’re never going to fully get over Y/N. She was your first love, and that’s okay. No one’s rushing you to fall in love with someone else. That’s something you choose in your own time,”

Cisco stares at Caitlin, eyes flicking to Barry. Barry nods, smiling warmly. “I want my niece to have a mother figure. And I trust you that you’ll choose the right one capable for that,”

Ciscos shoulders deflate, nose scrunching, “Should I introduce them?”

“I would let Kamilla at least know that Y/Ns no longer here,” Caitlin hesitates, “But I think they would both love that,”

August 2021, three years after destruction.

“So this is the girl you’ve talked nonstop about,”

(D/N) looks up in alarm at the new voice. She sits next to Cisco at the corner booth in Jitters, staring at the coloring page before Kamilla makes an appearance.

“That she is,” Cisco smiles, brushing a curl out of (D/N)s face, “Kamilla, this is (D/N). (D/N), this is Kamilla,”

“Are you my daddy’s girlfriend?” The five year old tilts her head, Kamilla eyes flicking to Cisco so he winced, Kamillas lips pulling into a small smile,

“Only if I have your permission,” Kamilla sits down across of the two, Cisco curiously looking down at his daughter beside him. (D/N) jabs a crayon onto the page, coloring in one of the sunflowers at the bottom of the page.

“Daddy talks a lot about you,” (D/N) glances up at Kamilla, as if looking her up and down. “It’s a yes from me,”

“Very good vocabulary,” Kamillas eyebrows raise as she looks at Cisco, who smiles behind his Jitters cup.

“I’ve been trying to get her to learn some Spanish, too, for when she’s with my parents. (D/N),” He pauses to point at the flower she was coloring, “Que clase de flor es esa?”

(D/N) pauses as she looks to Cisco for help, before she blinks, “Girasol,”

“Sunflower, buena,” Cisco grins as Kamilla giggles,

“You’re gonna need to teach me some, how’s that sound?”

“I can try,” (D/N) smiles as she tilts her head bashfully, picking up her cup of chocolate milk to sip the drink.

Kamilla looks at Cisco, “She looks a lot like you. You did good,”

Cisco smiles, looking down at the child for what seemed to be the thousandth time. “She’s got a lot of her moms looks. Personality, though? All me,”

“Mama used to say I was her clone,” (D/N) grins, nonchalantly shrugging a shoulder, “Mama died when I was a baby,”

Ciscos lips press together, sighing through his nose as Kamilla frowns. “I’m sorry to hear that. I bet she was a wonderful lady,”

(D/N) looks up at Cisco. “Is Papa Joe still coming?”

Kamillas brows pinch, Cisco looking at her. “Barrys dad is coming to pick her up. I just wanted you two to meet before he did,”

“That’s okay,” Kamilla smiles, spotting Joe walking towards the three before she reaches a hand out to (D/N), “It was very nice to meet you, (D/N). We still up for that Spanish lesson?”

“Only if you can keep up,” (D/N) pats Kamillas hand in a high five before turning to Joe, reaching up so Joe took the sign to pick her up.

“I’ll bring her back by the apartment tomorrow morning,” Joe informs, smiling to Kamilla in greet as Cisco nods.

“Ser buena para Papa Joe, okay?” Cisco points to (D/N), who nods, “I love you,” He looks to Joe, “Thanks for taking her,”

Joe nods, waving before he turns to leave the cafe, Kamillas eyes then looking back at Cisco, “I like her,”

October 2021, three years after destruction.

“(D/N), we’re gonna be late, amor, please,”

Cisco finds himself squatted in the middle of his kitchen. His daughter stands feet in front of him, pout on her face and arms crossed, dressed in mixed matched clothes that proved she dressed herself.

“I wanna wear this!” She pleas, curly black hair shaking as she hops on her feet. She wore a neon green sweater, while red and black checkered pants hugged her legs, one foot with a pink sandal while the other displayed a winter boot,

“Baby, it’s almost eighty degrees, you’re going to burn up,” Cisco rises to his full height to step towards his daughter, but she shakes her head, startling Cisco by vanishing out of thin air.

“Holy shit,” Cisco whirls around, shoulders dropping in relief to find (D/N) had teleported to the front door of the apartment, hand on the doorknob.

“We’re gonna be late!” She yells, as if she didn’t just teleport herself across the kitchen, already opening the door with a giggle,

“(D/N), hold on,” Cisco calls, catching her arm before kneeling down again, hands brushing her frizzy hair from her face, “How’d you get yourself across the room?”

(D/N) shrugs a shoulder, head tilted, “Papa Joe said mama had powers, I do too!”

Cisco cant help but blink. When did she find this out? “Okay,” Cisco heaves a deep breath, sticking his hands out to lift her up, “Please let me change you into decent clothes. I can’t have you overheating,”

“Can I wear my Spider-Man dress?”

“Sure. Yeah, you can wear your Spider-Man dress,”

November 2021, three years since destruction.

“So, (D/N) can teleport now,”

Caitlin blinks. That’s new. “What?” Barry’s question is heaved, eyes on his best friend standing with his arms crossed, “How’s that even possible?”

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out myself,” Cisco throws his arms out, eyes on Caitlin in a plea, “Can Dark Matter become genetic?”

“I’ve never heard of a meta child,” Caitlin hums, “But her powers are the same as Y/Ns, so it’s the only thing to make sense,”

“But, Jenna didn’t get Cecile’s powers,” Cisco shakes his head,

“That we know of,” Caitlin states, “Jenna’s still a baby. She can’t even talk yet. (D/N)s in that stage where shes developed more. How’d you find out anyway?”

“She teleported across the kitchen this morning,” Cisco sighs, hand at his temple, “Freaked out because I wouldn’t let her leave dressed like- she dressed herself. Teleported to the door before I could reach her,”

“Baby super hero?” Barry teases, shoulders up suggestingly

“Absolutely not!” Cisco demands, “I’m not putting my five year old on the field, dude,”

“I was kidding!” Barry laughs, “But, seriously. We’re going to have to train her to not just teleport whenever she wants. She does it in front of the wrong people and she could be in danger,”

“Yeah, thanks for calming my thoughts, man,” Cisco groans, “What if her powers work the same way Y/Ns did? Y/Ns powers reacted depending on her emotions. It’s likely to happen with (D/N), too,”

“That’s why we need to train her,” Caitlin soothes, “I’m sure everything will be fine. She’s got the best coaches to train her,”

December 2021, one week until destruction strikes again.

“Thanks for coming to our Earth to help, Y/N,”

Your doppleganger turns to smile at Barry. “Of course. Ramsey was a hard one for us to deal with, but I’m hoping to help you guys take him a little easier than we did,”

“There’s something I should tell you before you meet the team,” Barry’s wrings his hands together, “The you from this Earth, you died,”

“Oh,” You flick your eyes down, glancing to the side. “How?”

“Savitar,” Barry sighs, noticing the surprise on your face, “Is there a Savitar on your earth, too?”

“Was, but yeah,” You nod, rubbing your forehead. “We lost someone too from him. Originally it was supposed to be Iris, but HR took her place. Technology that helped him look like her, and,” You sigh, “Yeah,”

Barry nods, “Ciscos going to react when he sees you. You’ve been gone four years this month, which is terrible timing for us needing you, but,”

“I have to ask,” You plea, “Do we have a kid on this Earth too?”

“You do, yeah,” Barry rubs the side of his face, “(D/N),”

You nod, curling your arms to cross, “We named her (D/N), too. Guess all Earths aren’t so different after all,” You clear your throat, “Let’s get this over with,”

“You gonna be okay?” Barry questions, your nod light before you follow him into the entrance of the Cortex, where Barry clears his throat to gain the attention of five members.

Wally is the first to speak, “Holy shit,”

“I know this might be a surprise,” Barry starts, your chin tilting down when Ciscos eyes begin to burn from staring at you. “But we could really use her help with Ramsey,”

“Of all people, bringing her doppelgänger was the answer?” Cisco now speaks up, your eyes flicking up to him as he stands, “I’ll be in my lab,”

“Cisco,” Barry pleas, your hand raising as you frown,

“Let me talk to him,”

By the time you make it to Ciscos lab- which looked exactly like his on your earth- he has already sat down and stared at a project. “Cisco,”

“I don’t want you in here,”

“Cisco, Barry told me,” You state, “About the me from this earth,”

“Great, so you know that I don’t want you here,”

“Cisco, I understand-,” “No you don’t!” The man stands up almost as quick as he’s sat down, turning to stare at you, actually look at you, “You don’t understand. You look just like her,”

Cisco turns to run his hand through his hair, turning back around, “This isn’t some joke,”

“I didn’t say it was,”

Cisco forces a laugh, eyes gleaming from his labs lighting, head tilting back, “You died in front of me when I told you everything would be okay. I told you we would figure it out and instead you died that night,”

Your arms cross again, letting the man reveal his four year hidden feelings, “And now my daughter has no mom because I lied to you. We didn’t figure it out,”

“You can’t hold onto that guilt forever, Cisco,”

“How can I not?!” Ciscos shout startles you, “How can I not be guilty when you died because I lied to you? We spent six months trying to find ways to save you and every single outcome we had failed. You died, Y/N, and now I’m spilling my emotions to my ex-wives doppelgänger,”

Ciscos hands raise to his head, tugging at the strands as his eyes pinch shut, head ducking down with a heavy exhale.

You swallow. Stepping up, closer to him, you reach out to pull one arm down from his hair, “I’m gonna hug you, okay?”

Ciscos sniffle is loud as he nods, his arms wounding around your shoulders as yours loop around his back, feeling Cisco exhale into your hair.

“I’m so sorry,” Cisco murmurs, your eyes shutting as your bodies lightly swayed, “I’ve tried so hard to be there for her, but she looks just like you and I can’t-,”

“I know,” You sigh, own eyes glossy. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that, Cisco,”

Cisco shakes his head, arms tightening around you as his chin props on top of your head, “How did we save you on your Earth?”

You frown, “I wasn’t Savitars target. Iris was,”

Ciscos grip slightly loosens. “She didn’t die, though. HR did,”

Cisco leans back, wiping his hands across his face with a deep sigh. “I needed that,” He mumbles, dropping his hands to look at you, “The hug. The last time I saw you, you were dying in my arms. I just… It’s hard,”

“I know,” You murmur, eyes flicking downwards to his chest, staring at the necklace around his neck, “You kept it,”

Cisco instantly looks down, clutching the ring on the chain in his hand, “Joe gave it to me the first Christmas after. Along with your old teddy bear for (D/N),”

“Oh, God, he actually kept it?” You laugh with a roll of your eyes, Ciscos smile light as he chuckles, “Hope he doesn’t pop up with it for my (D/N),”

Cisco blinks, “You named her (D/N), too?”

“Of course,” You smile, “We thought of that name before kids were even in the question, remember?”

Cisco smiles, nodding. “Thank you,” He sighs, “I’m sorry for blowing up on you,”

“It was understandable,” You point, “I’d freak if my Ciscos doppelgänger showed up unannounced too,”

Cisco heaves a breath through his nose, eyes staring at you, “She has your powers,” He whispers, head shaking with a weak laugh, “And I don’t know how to help her control them,”

“That’s something we don’t share between Earths,” You hum, Ciscos brows furrowing, “My (D/N) actually has your vibes,”

“Seriously? But I got rid of my powers!” Cisco whines, your laugh light as you nod,

“Trust me, Cisco on my Earth was not happy either,” You pinch your brows, “But, I may be able to help you with your (D/N),”

Ciscos eyes widen in slight panic, “You can’t see her,” His head shakes, “It’ll mess with her head, she knows you’re-,”

“Cisco, calm down,” You raise your hands, moving to his desk to grab his notepad, “I’ll write tips down for you. I’d never do anything to expose myself to my daughter who lost me,” You pause your writing, eyes looking at him, “I promise after everything with Ramsey is handled, I’ll leave,”

Cisco nods, rolling his jaw in thought, “Thank you for being here,”

“I’m sorry for being here,” You answer, “I know it’s hard. I never meant to break the healing you were doing. I just wanted to help my brother in any way or on any Earth that I could,”

“And I appreciate it,” Cisco states, “Even if you aren’t our Y/N, I promise to make sure you get safely back to your Earth,”

You smile, lifting the notepad before handing it to him, stepping to the side to exit his lab.

January, 2022, destruction strikes again.

“She didn’t make it off the table,”

The team of six stand in silence. Cisco feels the emotions all over again, but this time he feels numb at the same time.

Leant forward on the control panel, Ciscos eyes stare towards the lab where you were taken. Ramsey had won. Another one was lost.

“Someone should go to Earth 9 to let her team know,” Iris speaks, hesitantly, eyes on Cisco as his eyes shut, pinched.

Just like four years ago, you had died in front of him again. He knew it wasn’t you, but the emotions were just as hard.

“I can go,” Barry murmurs, Cisco pushing off the desk at the same time to turn around, exiting the Cortex in quick steps.

When Kamilla finds him in his lab, he is staring at the notepad on his desk. “What’re you thinking about?”

Ciscos eyes flutter, glossy as he drops his head, sighing, “How I lied to her again,” He lifts his head, looking at the woman beside him, eyes brimmed red, “I promised her I’d get her back home after Ramsey was dealt with. But-,”

Cisco sinks down into the chair behind him, hands over his face. His hands drop, eyes watching as Kamilla sits in front of him.

“I’m sorry,” He speaks, hands rubbing together, “I thought it’d be easier this time. She wasn’t even our Y/N, and yet,” Cisco shakes his head, hand over his jaw.

“Her team is going to find out she didn’t make it,” His knee bounces, exhaling, “God, her (D/N) doesn’t have a mom now, either,”

“Tell me about her,” Kamilla speaks, softly, Ciscos brows pinched as he looks up at her, “Your Y/N,”

Cisco hesitates, and Kamilla states it’s because with her now helping raise your daughter- Kamilla knew almost nothing about you to talk to your daughter about.

“We met through Barry,” Cisco starts, hands fidgeting together, “She was his twin sister. After Barry got struck by lightning Y/N ran to STAR Labs freaking out- we almost had to kick her out because she barged in unannounced,”

Cisco cracks a smile. “She became a part of Team Flash with us after we learned about Barry’s powers. She was the next one to come up with powers, when we threw a surprise party for her-,” Cisco heaves a weak laugh, “-We scared her so bad she literally just vanished in thin air, turned out she teleported to Spain and managed to teleport herself back to the labs,”

“We started dating and got married in the same year,” Cisco rolls his eyes, “But I loved her. I knew she was the one and I didn’t want to chance letting her go,”

Kamilla notices his eyes start to distance as he stared at his hands, “She had (D/N), and not even a year later was when we found out about Savitar. It was killing her, because she knew she wouldn’t get to watch our baby grow up,”

At his rough sniffle, Kamilla rolls her chair up in front of him to wrap her arms around his shoulders, his head resting against her chest. “It’s why I wanted to get rid of my powers so quickly,” Cisco breathes, Kamilla brushing a hand through his hair, “I didn’t want to chance (D/N) losing her dad, too. Not after I promised to Y/N I’d protect our daughter,”

“Do you remember what we talked about?” Kamilla hums, Cisco slightly leaning back, “About stepping back from all of it?”

Cisco nods, Kamilla tilting her head, “I think it’s time we do that. But only if you’re ready to,”

A long pause, Cisco looking up at her with a single nod, “I’m ready to,”

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[ahmedmootaz]

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Hello dear author of my now favorite fanfic!

I just finished reading the Crimson Tears and Tears of Crimson chapter and have a couple questions.

The options at the time for Ayin was either giving in and getting distorted and/or fighting back and not get getting distorted, but what if he wasn't able to even make a choice and just died instead before he could either accept the Distortion's offer or reject it and speak to Carmen?

What would happen when it became very clear that he was well and fully dead and couldn't be brought back even by K Corp's serum or the Voice's powers?

Would X end up distorting instead to avenge Ayin?

Would the other Ayin's end up distorting?

Would Roland fall back into his meltdown forms?

Would the kids end up hearing the Voice who might offer to bring their papa/uncle back if they listened to her?

Would Carmen herself grieve and kill the entire Sweeper family?

And what about aftermath after the initial outburst? Would there be an uptick in Distortions since the Voice would be more emotional and Carmen would be in grief?

How would they get back without Ayin fixing the car and would Roland be able to tell X about the completed buttons to make the older again? Or would Roland hold off since telling X he had to lose his kids after he he already lost Ayin?

Dear Anonymous,

Eheheh, I am most delighted to see that you're a fan of Crimson Tears/Tears of Crimson; these were the Chapters I was looking forward to writing the most when I started AiP even as a mere storyboard in my mind, and they're often the two Chapters that seem to squeeze the most tears out of people, which gives me sustenance yes delicious tears makes me happy that I could get such a strong emotional response with my writing. As for your questions they're all very, very interesting indeed...

Starting off with your first one, what if Ayin simply died instead of Distorting or pulling through in spite of the Distortion's temptations...well, it would've been a very, very bad time for everyone involved. Not only would the Distortion have been struck by grief, thus likely going on a rampage and attempting to Distort all those around Ayin's corpse, perhaps even including the de-aged Librarians and Angela specifically...or maybe Carmen would manage enough emotional strength at that moment to fight off the Distortion entirely to check on Ayin, only to find that there is nothing to be done...

And when it comes to the A3...Well, I personally see them as part of Ayin's mind. They're not separate to him; they're all him, as TFMoA states. They're just...individual representations of the various different types of madness embedded within his mind, and so if Ayin is dead...well, so too would they perish.

It'd be a heartbreaking scenario, all around. If I were to say who would be most prone to Distorting, it'd be X; Roland has already gone through several Realisations and learnt how to be in tune with his emotions...at least, to a better degree than where he was at before the events of LoR. The de-aged Librarians, as emotional as they are, wouldn't be able to manifest as grandiose of Distortions, in my eyes, simply because of their age. The sudden shock and trauma may make them unable to even listen to Distorted!Carmen...if she even has time to try on them. If she, too, is struck by grief and isn't overpowered by Carmen (her normal self, that is), then she would likely attempt to mould the closest remnant of Ayin into the Distortion she'd hoped to create with Ayin...which puts X in an even more dangerous position...

Now whether or not X does Distort, that's a whole different story. I suppose, on the meta-end of the things, it would all depend on what sort of story I'd want to tell at the moment, but realistically, it depends on what Roland says at that very, very delicate moment. Ièm sure that all of the reasons that would push X towards Distorting are very clear, but it's important to note that with the Sweepers dead, there is less incentive to Distort; a great many people have Distorted as a last-ditch effort to take revenge on someone/something or in the midst of a fight, and unless X sees the kids or Roland as his enemies...well, with the right words, perhaps a crisis can be averted...

Oh, I don't doubt for a second that the amount of Distortions would increase dramatically while the Distortion/Carmen lets out all of her grief...I suppose the question would be for how long, but as for the scale and violence? Yeah, I've not doubt it would be tremendous...and perhaps these particular Distortions will hunt and slay entire Sweeper families within the City, disrupting the evening sweeping sessions...hmmmm...

As for what would happen afterwards...I'm sure Roland has some experience with repairing basic mechanical components. He could get them home, eventually, and repair the car himself, but as for what happens next...As cruel as it is, I believe Roland would pick a safer path; Ayin wanted to tell X beforehand because they're sort-of-but-not-really brothers, and it was the proper thing to do in a situation like the one they were in in AiP. In a situation where Ayin is dead, and where his corpse is likely sitting in the Library as they dragged it back with them, anything that could possibly push X to Distort would be strictly avoided...especially with no other adults around to help Roland in case things get very, very ugly with the Distortion.

And so, as cruel as it is, I think Roland wouldn't tell X about the Reverse De-Agers. At least, he wouldn't tell him what they do; he'd quietly install them on the kids as little medals for the day, and when they wake up as adults...well, at least he'll have someone to help him deal with the absolute betrayal and meltdown X would endure...

Thank you for this very interesting ask, Anon! I always like my doses of angst quite...tasty, hehe. Until next time, be well, take care, and see ya'!

#library of ruina #lobotomy corporation #my writing #ask #ayin #manager x #roland

[copiousloverofcopia]

Hi this is the anon who asked about Copia and Cirrus earlier. I got nervous about asking about them so did anon. But yes I would be interested, I love them so much together ❤️ thanks for answering the ask!!

Hello Ghestie!!!!

I have finally finished your requested follow up for our dear Papa Copia and his expectant Prime Mover Cirrus!

Hope it was worth the wait!!!!

Hope you all enjoy!

Commissions are OPEN, please see pinned post for Carrd info!

Thank you to @gothdaddyissues for the divider. 🦇

His Pride and Joy

Copia and Cirrus as enjoying the quiet moments between them before welcoming their child...but a surprise soon awaits them.

Also available HERE on AO3! If you haven't read part 1, My Lioness you can read that HERE to start!

Read more below the cut!

The light shining through the old window was warm and inviting. The dust from an endless wall of books, glistening like glitter as the rats began scurrying past the spines. Rows of them, both old and new, filled with text containing all manner of subjects. Prized possessions in this was a place of knowledge and work.

"Ah…be careful amore you are carrying precious cargo." Copia stressed, a concerned look on his face as he helped direct Cirrus to sit on the sofa within his office. The very heavily pregnant ghoulette, smiling up at him as she set down the pile of books she'd been carrying and heeded her husband’s request. Brushing softly back the lock of salt and pepper hair that fell in his face. 

"My dear sweet Papa, I'm made of hellfire…not glass." She giggled, "Just relax." 

"If only it were that easy." Copia sighed, kissing his lover's palm. Cirrus knew it was hard for him. Copia was a nervous man by nature, and had Cirrus been mortal he may have had more reason to worry. Ghoulettes, however, were stronger than that. 

Ever since that night, their amorous confessions laid bare upon arrival home, they were inseparable. A Papa and his Ghoulette Prime Mover. It became known quickly that Cirrus had conceived. The rest of the ghouls were shocked at the news. All except Cumulus who knew from the beginning that Cirrus was head over heels in love.

It was a quick, rather gaudy ceremony. One that was honestly done with Sister Imperator’s insistence. Never enough for her to have kept things simple, she assured them the Ministry would spare no expense. While it was a spectacular event to be sure, Copia and Cirrus much preferred the quiet ceremony shared earlier that day. 

Illuminated in the early morning sun, excited hands struggling to still as they held onto one another. Facing into each other's eyes with all the wonder that was creation as Primo recited the rites of the ritual. Copia caressing his lioness’s face as he declared his undying love. The half ghoul kit within her belly, still too small to show. 

It was the small moments that meant so much to them. They had the flashy thrill of the tour behind them. Content to spend the next couple of years in domestic bliss. Quietly awaiting the birth of their child before the chaos of the next tour cycle began. Both of them, content as they settled into ordinary life in the Abbey.

Today was no different. Copia, having to spend his day scouring through papers and taking calls from other sects of the Ministry. So many moving parts that it was hard to keep up. His impending fatherhood, the only thing keeping him surprisingly sane. 

Cirrus calmed him. The Papa's lunch hour, usually spent with his head in her lap, now having to settle for a seat beside her. Cirrus was even more breathtaking with each day. Her face so delicate, smile heartwarming, and her tail, swaying happily behind her as she stared over to him. He was a lucky man indeed.

Copia brought himself to his knees before her. Settling in the space adjacent to her lap as he let out a surrendering sigh. Pressing his lips gently to her swollen belly, heavy with their child. Cirrus lifted him back up to face her. His eyes, full of the joy and panic that takes hold of all expectant fathers. 

“Well you're going to have to try.” she said, giving Copia a warm look of encouragement. 

“Si, but you have our bambino in there.” 

“Papa!” She playfully chided. Copia nodded in acknowledgement before rising to meet with her. Their eyes, closing to the feel of one another's lips. Loving and sinfully hungry for each other at all times. Swiss, having teased them that if the ghouls were like cats Cirrus would be carrying multiples. 

“I need you amore.” Copia grinned, lowering his mouth over her jaw and neck. Cirrus melting under him as she always did. Unable to deny her Papa his request. 

“Papa…I…” she began, losing her constitution to speak as he nibbled at her neck. His freshly shaven, unpainted face—so smooth and warm against her skin. 

“You are so beautiful this way. You're positively glowing Cirrus…truly. If it were up to me I'd have you this way always. Full of our child and so soft.” Copia hummed against her as his interests traveled to the precipice of her thighs. Cirrus slowly, parting them for him as he used his other hand to knead her breast. Kissing and drawing her into his mouth. Sending the ghoulettes head rolling backward, as the pleasure from his mouth on her and the suggestion of his touch thrilled her. 

Just as she resigned to his whims, they both were met with surprise. A gush of fluid, making it way from inside her like the biblical fluid of Noah. A powerful proclamation that their child was preparing to make themselves known. The two of them immediately set on edge.

“Oh cazzo. What did I do?!” Copia yelped. His hands, held to the side of his head as he allowed reality to sink in.  

“Seems it's time.” Cirrus smiled, breathing slowly through pursed lips. Allowing herself to calm before dealing with her husband’s anxieties. This was it. The Emeritus child was on their way. 

It was over almost as quickly as it began. Roars of perseverance and the sounds of cries, dissipating in the quiet of the room. Copia was in awe of her. Images of what had transpired, still dancing in the back of his mind as he sat at the side of Cirrus’s bed. The ghoulette, sleeping soundly for the first time in ages. Her husband, at her side with their newborn daughter nestled gently in his arms. 

Copia had been a mess. Trying to stay strong during the birth, but it was Cirrus who was the strong one. So brave for risking everything to bring such a perfect thing into the world. A gift made with love from one another and the first half ghoul, half human born into the Papal line of succession. So small and innocent, but already so mighty as she yawned. Revealing the tiny, budded fangs and sleeping soundly in her father’s arms. 

She was just as beautiful as her mother and even more precious to him. Her pale grey skin, hinting at her infernal heritage and only the suggestion of horns atop her head. Tailless, like her father and blessed with Cirrus’s nose. She was perfect.

“She needs a name Copia.” Cirrus said, quietly awaking to see her husband falling completely in love with his daughter all over again. 

“You didn’t do too bad yourself.” she smiled, Copia quickly giving her a look of disbelief as he replied. 

“Oh amore.” he whispered, trying to not awaken their daughter, “...you were absolutely magnificent but for now you must rest, si?” Copia both praised and insisted.

“Cirrus, I almost fainted.”

“But you didn’t.” she giggled, “...she is beautiful, isn’t she?” the ghoulette asked him. Appreciating this sweet moment between them. The first time they were truly together as a family. Both of them, staring at the little life they created, so full of happiness. 

“That she is. My absolute pride and joy.” Copia said when both he and Cirrus instantly looked at one another once again. 

“Lucifer. Copia, that's it.” Cirrus beamed, her husband kissing her forehead and minding her horns before speaking.  

“You’re right…Joy… her name is Joy.”

#you asked I answered #Hope you like it ghestie!!! #copia x cirrus #papa iv x cirrus #Papa Emeritus IV x Ghoulette Cirrus #Copia x ghoulette #copia #papa iv #papa emeritus iv #cirrus #nameless ghoulette cirrus #nameless ghoulette #ren writes #ghost #the band ghost #ghost fic #ghost fanfic #ghost fanfics #ghost fanfiction #the band ghost fic #the band ghost fanfic #the band ghost fanfiction

[littleghoulghost]

Okey but imagine little ghoul going into Labour during a show, like the stress especially for Swiss and Mountain

I would have continued this further, but there is another ask concerning this. So I'm kinda splitting it. This is from Mountain's POV since I couldn't really think of it from Swiss'. I'll be getting the other one out as soon as I can.

Labor Day

They were doing a local show, some kind of charity work for a local family going through a hard time. It was good publicity for them and the abbey. Mountain could see Papa enjoying himself and their work. Papa always did do best serving and helping others. He was a rather kind man.

What really got Mountain's attention was seeing Aether dash onto the stage for the first time in years. He hesitated in his drumming, Aether reached Papa gasping for air and speaking quickly. The drumsticks wavered before lowering, and the rest of the band slowed to a stop as the crowd began to fall silent.

Papa and Aether spoke quickly and quietly, he couldn't make out a word. Papa brought his mic back to his lips, "there seems to be a bit of a family emergency happening right now, I'll be talking to our beloved providers and everyone involved in making this happen to ensure that we can continue this lovely event later this week. It seems my assistant is now in labor, and we must go quickly."

Mountain felt the floor give out beneath him, his cub was in labor. His drumsticks fell, his seat toppled as he lurched to his feet. Quickly he and Swiss latched onto one another and made for the exit, leaving the rest of the group behind as they raced back to the abbey.

#little ghoul #the band ghost #cardinal copia #cirrus ghoulette #papa emeritus 4 #sunshine ghoulette #mountain ghoul #sodo ghoul #aether ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #cumulus ghoulette #swiss ghoul #swiss as a dad #dad swiss #old man mountain #grandpa mountain

[wecomrades]

A Penny For Your Heart

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x pilot!reader

Summary: a journey down your memory lane as you’re trying to figure out how to deal with the love of your life who just happened to step back into the picture after some time apart. 

Word count: 2.9k

Author’s notes: I’ve been writing fanfics for about 18 years now but this is my very first character x reader fic and I hope you like it! I wanted to do something to get out of my comfort zone and I thought TGM was the right fandom to do that, eheh. Couldn’t resist! This story follows the film’s events.

Thanks a lot @what-ever-happened for reading this in advance and bearing with me always, i love you so much! I want to dedicate this story to my lovely friend @nonstoplover as a belated present for your birthday! Ily and I'm so glad TG brought us closer to each other ♥ I hope you enjoy and that it brings a smile on your face!

The Hard Deck is incredibly loud tonight and Heaven knows how much you can’t stand that much noise, especially when you need to think. Thinking - or overthinking, in your case - is best achieved when your mind is fully clear from distractions, which is quite a hard job when you have tipsy Payback and Fanboy singing and dancing and clapping around you.

You have been sitting there for at least an hour, your elbows resting on the counter and your face not so gracefully buried in your hands, the beer in front of you begging to be finished but you can't even bring yourself to stretch your hand to it.

It's been a tiring day on all fronts, both physically and mentally. Preparing for this mission is becoming more and more challenging and draining day after day. Training is always hard, as you all spend the majority of the day in the air and, even if you're part of the crème de la crème of Top Gun pilots, as Hangman kindly reminds everyone everyday since this all started, the fact remains that the stress for this job is real: whenever you look at your friends, no matter the bag of experience you all have, there's always that sparkle of worry hidden in their eyes. 

You trust them as much as you trust your beloved F-18, but you can't help but wonder if there's really a chance of returning home after this.

Your mental fatigue, on the other hand, is called Bradley Bradshaw. 

You roll your eyes so hard you almost see the back of your head, but at the same time you can't seem able to suppress a smirk at the only thought of that name, as you eventually pay attention to your beer.

“Penny for your thoughts?” a voice breaks the turmoil in your head when Penny comes closer from across the counter.

The corner of your mouth quirks up once again, as you glance up to the woman.

“It’s actually so funny,” you start, fiddling with the glass, “I never had someone called Penny asking me just that.”

Penny laughs, shaking her head. “I never had someone reminding me I’m called like a coin, to be honest.”

You can’t help but laugh at that, as a very specific twenty-something year old memory emerges vividly in your head.

“Hey, it’s mine! I found it!” mini you shouted, pouting at the boy in front of you, who was so caught up by the coin in his hands to pay attention to you climbing on his chest to try and take the object back.

“But it’s different from the others I have! I could add it to my collection, can I keep it? Please, y/n?” Bradley mumbled, turning the coin in his hands. “What’s that figure there…? Is it an animal or something?”

“Bra-dleyyyy!” you groaned, gripping on his arm. “Give it back, or I’ll tell Papa.”

“Okay, you menace,” Bradley gave in, returning the coin to you while a look of sadness appeared on his face. You weren't used to seeing him like that, it probably happened only around the time of his father's death anniversary. You didn't like being the reason he looked so miserable, so as you got the coin back, you didn't feel the same happiness you had in finding it.

After all, it was just a coin. Your dad used to give you coins from time to time, but Bradley didn't have a dad who could do that for him.

Bradley gave you a faint smile as he sat on the sidewalk outside your house where you both spent all afternoon building paper aeroplanes and trying to fly them from your yard to the neighbours’ across the street.

“Bradley?” you asked, hesitant.

“Mh?”

Then you sat next to him, fiddling with the hem of your dress. “I’ll give you this coin but you have to promise me something.”

“Really?!” he almost jumped from happiness, making you laugh. 

“Yes, I know I’m only nine, but I’m a good friend,” you said wisely, passing him the coin, which he took with a bright smile. “You have to promise me that you’ll give it back when you’re finally ready to be my boyfriend.”

Bradley raised his eyebrow funnily. “You wanted Leonardo DiCaprio to be your boyfriend just yesterday.”

“Exactly, that was yesterday.”

“But we’re friends! We’re basically siblings, we grew up together!” Bradley seemed so confused, and that was the thing that most amused you.

You sighed, looking heavenward as if you were about to explain the ABC. “That’s the point, silly,  we’re friends and we always play together! We’re perfect for each other, Mama said that.”

Bradley seemed more confused than ever. “Your mom told you we’re perfect together?”

“Yes,” you said through gritted teeth. “She told me Leonardo DiCaprio is too old for me, to choose someone my age and I choose you.”

“I’m not sure that’s how it works…” Bradley’s frown was getting funnier by the minute, and it managed to wipe away your annoyance. “You can be such a weirdo sometimes, you know that?”

“Got it all from my Papa, I suppose,” you said proudly, suddenly standing up and starting to dance. “He says funny things sometimes that I don’t understand, like, yesterday I heard him on the phone talking to uncle Ice, and he goes like ‘Merlin told me that Wolfman got his F-somewhat fixed.’ It doesn’t make any sense, Merlin is a sorcerer, my friend Karen from school made me watch The Sword in The Stone! So no way he’s a friend of Papa, I know it’s only a cartoon.”

The laughter that escaped Bradley’s mouth was so free and pure and childish, and even though at first you didn’t understand why he was laughing so hard, you couldn’t help but join him  just a moment after. His laughter was your serenity, for in those moments you were the most alive even if you didn’t really know it at the time.

The crack of the door opening behind you interrupted that joyful moment.

“Y/n, Bradley, time for dinner,” your father appeared on the doorstep, inviting you to go back inside. “Bradley, your mum is coming to pick you up after supper, alright?”

Bradley nodded. “That’s okay, uncle Mav.”

Your father smiled at both of you, his eyes glistening with joy at seeing his daughter and his godson being so close. As a matter of fact, he always had those eyes whenever he looked at the two of you: both very happy and very sad.

You headed to the house, when you realised Bradley wasn’t following.

“What are you doing?” you asked as you turned around and saw him fiddling with his pockets.

“Securing the coin,” he shrugged. “No way I’m going to ever give it back to you, but I don’t wanna lose it.”

You rolled your eyes and tripped him, then reached your father triumphantly, intertwining your hands together and ignoring his disapproval of having Bradley stumble on your foot.

“Dad, why didn’t you tell me you’re friends with a sorcerer?”

“Earth to y/n,” you hear Penny’s voice interrupting your thoughts once again.

“I’m sorry,” you apologise, shaking your head and trying to also shake off the smile that won’t disappear from your face. “I got lost on a trip down memory lane. It happens quite a lot lately.”

“Is this memory lane’s name Rooster by any chance?” Penny leans towards you with an elbow on the counter, an eyebrow lifted up funnily.

If it was anybody else, you would have just kicked them and told them to fuck off, but this is Penny and she’s nice and probably the most sane person you know. Also, you kind of see her like your own mother sometimes - and the fact she’s one hundred percent banging your father definitely helps that thought.

“Nope,” you said, sighing. “Rooster’s the name of my mental fatigue. You can also call it either Bradley or Bradshaw.”

“I see,” Penny nods, trying to hide a smile. “Well, looks like your mental fatigue just entered the bar, so you either go rest or face it.”

With a wink, she’s out serving new customers.

Goddamn it, she’s good, you think, smiling. You better keep this one, Dad.

You finally decide to look up towards the entrance to see where Bradley is heading, discovering that he has spotted you already and is indeed heading your way. Something in your stomach sounds a lot like the roar of an F-18 engine, and you really wish it was the beer from before but obviously this is just the effect Bradley has on you now.

There was a time in your life when you would have preferred pulling 10 Gs every hour of the day rather than feeling this way for someone, but now you find that you don't mind it that much. Especially with him.

On the other hand, your nine year old self understood everything back in the day, didn’t she? Honestly, who would have thought.

"Chiquitita, tell me the truuuuth," Payback's drunk voice comes from behind you, and you turn to him and can't help but laugh at him and Fanboy pretending to serenade each other. "I'm a shoulder you can cry onnnn."

"Your best friendddd," Fanboy sings back, spreading his arms and tipping half beer over himself. "I'm the one you must rely onnnn."

“ABBA? Seriously?”

You turn your head so quickly you almost hear your neck crack. “The world is full of surprises, these days.”

Bradley sits on the chair next to you, his uniform flawless as his whole appearence. The moment you met a week ago after an awfully long time, you almost laughed in his face when you noticed the moustache. You just couldn't help it, perhaps because you would never have thought of him rocking that look, especially not after witnessing firsthand his dark phase in high school.

But the urge to laugh didn't last long when you realised how freaking hot he was with that moustache - which you find terrible on anyone else, by the way - and the hair so perfect. You barely recognised your childhood friend, that person to whom you gave that coin found on the sidewalk. 

You get lost in your messy head for the umpteenth time tonight, missing the moment Penny brought both you and Bradley another round of beer.

“Cheers!” Bradley says, taking a sip while you completely ignore your beer to just stare at him. 

All you want to say is that you’re sorry for how things went back then, sorry that you didn’t fight enough when your father hindered Bradley's career a few years back and that led you to go separate ways… Because you’ve always supported each other from soul to eyes. That’s what you were, that’s what you are, friends that belong together in this life and evermore.

But the only noise that escapes your mouth is one almost inaudible: “Cheers.”

“You know,” Bradley starts, “I get it if you’re still mad at me. It was me who left after all, I was put in a position where I couldn’t stay. But I’m sorry this affected our relationship, you’ve never stopped being my favorite person in the whole world. I just wanted you to know.”

He's looking at you with eyes that shine like pebbles washed by the ocean waves, and his smile ignites an inner fire in you you almost feel like truly burning. 

“I’m not mad, just-” you start, looking away and staring at the coaster as if it’s the most interesting thing in the room. “Just sad, kinda. We grew up together and I was so used to always having you around, and suddenly you were gone. And now you’re back again and I don’t know for how long, and I simply want things to go back as they were but I don’t know how or what to do.”

You dare to look up again to see his reaction to your words, and find him staring back at you, his mouth curled up in a wistful grin, as if he felt all those things too... Bradley nods weakly and then one amused snort comes out of his mouth.

“What?” you ask.

He shakes his head. “Nothing, I think I just have the solution to that.”

“Well?” you prompt as he keeps his silence. 

Bradley huffs out a small laugh while pulling out his wallet and, after fiddling for some time with it, he finally finds what he was looking for. 

“Open your hand,” he instructs you and you oblige with curiosity which turns into disbelief the moment a small, cold coin lands on your palm. Yes, that coin, the very one you’ve been thinking about just ten minutes ago.

“No fucking way,” is all you can say.

“Yeah, as it happens I can take care of things,” Bradley says, beaming at your incredulous face. You can’t help but turn the coin in your hand over and over again, trying to find something that makes you realise it's not really the same one, that Bradley is just fooling you. But the truth is, it’s really it. “I can still see your face back then when you found it, you felt like it’d make you rich or something. Then we discovered it was just a token.”

Surprisingly, you erupt into a loud laughter, causing some curious heads around you two to turn. It's true, though: that same evening you had found the coin, Bradley showed it to your father, praising how generous his daughter was - with an obvious tone of mockery - and Maverick broke your dreams by telling you that it was only a token.

“Oh my gosh,” you laugh, wiping some tears from the corner of your eye. “I remember.”

“And do you also happen to remember why you gave me this?” Bradley queries with both a curious and hesitant tone.

You nod. “I found it, you wanted it, I stamped my feet until you gave it back and then I gifted it to you.”

“Yes, and,” he replies, eyes narrowing a little as he emphasises the last word, “you made me promise I’d give it back to you when I was ready to be your boyfriend.”

All you want to do is sink your head in the sand and never emerge from it again, but somehow you manage to maintain a certain composure and pretend to suddenly remember, as if in reality you weren't thinking about it just a few minutes before.

“Ah, yes!” you shriek, pointing a finger at him. “Yes, and I remember clearly you said you’d never give it back to me ever again. So I’m confused now.”

“You were such a little menace at that age,” Bradley shakes in head, but he’s laughing. “It cracks me up that you had a crush on me when you were little.”

“I didn’t have a crush on you, for chrissake!” you protest. “I was only a little kid, I didn’t even know the meaning of it all. Well, if you really want to retrace all of our Hall of Shame, let me remind you that in high school you were the one who had a crush on me.”

“But you were with someone else at the time,” Bradley nods. “And then when you were ready, I was with that girl from Tennessee.”

“Yeah, and when we finally got to be reasonable and thinking that maybe we should’ve given us a chance, you left,” you can’t help but say, and you’re pretty sure it came out harsher than you meant it to be and feel guilty instantly, so you kind of try to make up to it. “And now we’re thirty-something and still a couple of fools, apparently.”

“I’m sorry about that,” he gently places a hand on yours and you feel the chills run from the point where your hands touch all along your spine. “If I could turn back time, I'd do things differently. I'd choose you a hundred times. If we won't sacrifice for love, it ain't love, right? That's the way it is.”

And what on earth are you supposed to answer to that?

Bradley just told you he loves you, who knows if he planned it or if he was just making a consideration and it came out just like that. And in that moment, with the simplicity but at the same time power of that knowledge, you can't help but think that falling in love with him was so easy that you almost didn't notice, as if it were normal... The most difficult part is probably realising it, coming to terms with that information.

“Unfortunately, as good as you are as a pilot, I don’t think you’re fast enough to fly back in time,” you try, joking. “But one thing you can do, Rooster, is ask me out if we ever get home from this mission all in one piece. And then we’ll see what happens.”

His face somewhere between amazed and joyful can't help but make you grin, and you almost feel like it gave you the power to truly step back in time to the moment you gave Bradley that famous token that's now back in your hand.

You realise that his hand is still resting on yours, so you slowly turn it so that your fingers intertwine with his. You don't care if someone is watching, you don't care if Penny has been spying on you out of the corner of her eye the whole time, you don't care if all around you there's a chaos of music and people chatting and dancing.

It's just you and Bradley in this not so new bubble of love.

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It's Been Three Days

Summary: What I'd like to imagine took place in the days following the events of episode 10 - lots of Kazuki sadness, Rei trying his best, hugs and tears, and talking about feelings. Because we haven't really seen much bonding between the two of them in the show! Fic tags: KazuRei, Angst/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Depression, Anxiety, Comfort Wordcount: 5.5k Also on AO3! << It's my first ever post on there :D

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It’s such an odd thing to realize just how quickly you get accustomed to the orchestra of background noises that fill your home on a daily basis. The video game jingle that plays on a loop and gradually speeds up when the player is nearing the end of the race. The soft *ka-tak ka-tak ka-tak* of a kitchen knife chopping vegetables on a wooden cutting board. The rhythmic humming of the washer and dryer, constantly running to keep up with the laundry that seemingly never ends. The half-broken toy that plays that awfully annoying song from that popular children’s television series and doesn’t have an off button. The sweet laughter of a young girl who loves spending the day with her papas...

It’s been three days. Three days since that bittersweet family outing and that final ride on the Ferris wheel. Three days without that familiar orchestra of noises. And man, is that silence deafening.

Rei assumed he’d be able to adjust to the quiet atmosphere pretty easily. “I’m used to this, after all”, he thought, having lived in lonely solitude for years before Kazuki came barreling into his life. But even after Kazuki made himself at home in Rei’s apartment, the two of them hardly spent any actual time together, unless it was related to their work. Kazuki would sometimes attempt to start a conversation as he cooked dinner while Rei played his video games in the living room. But he was lucky if he got more than a few words and the occasional “hm” out of Rei, who would normally have his headset on and couldn’t be bothered to pay much attention to his surroundings. This wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, though. The two of them got along well enough to consider each other friends, and they each trusted one another completely. In their line of work, trusting your partner was essential. So, they were work partners and roommates. Nothing more, nothing less. Of course, that all changed after Kazuki brought Miri home…

The morning after that ride on the Ferris wheel, Rei woke up before Kazuki. This was odd because Rei could count on one hand the number of times he’s been awake before Kazuki. But that day, he didn’t think too deeply about it. He knew that Kazuki was hurting and figured that leaving him alone to work through his emotions was probably the best thing to do. Besides, Rei had no idea how to comfort Kazuki in this situation and feared that he’d only make things worse if he did or said the wrong thing. So he made himself a bowl of cereal, sat down in front of the tv, and turned on some random program, leaving Kazuki to sleep in a little later.

The show Rei had landed on happened to be one he was familiar with, having watched it with Miri every Saturday morning. “Heh. I should record this for her to watch later.” As he grabbed the remote to set up the recording, the reality of the situation came crashing back toward him like a tidal wave. How could he forget so easily? Miri was gone. Knots began to form in Rei’s stomach and he could feel the onset of a migraine. After deciding to turn off the tv, he tossed the remote onto the couch cushion farthest away from him, pushed his barely eaten bowl of cereal toward the middle of the table, and abruptly plopped his whole body down onto the couch. Lying there, staring at the blank tv screen, he thought to himself, “this… sucks,” before drifting back to sleep. When he awoke several hours later, he noticed that no lights had been turned on, no food was cooking, no laundry was being done… there was nothing but silence. Kazuki hadn’t left his room.

The next morning was pretty much the same. Rei awoke to a quiet house, and the door leading to Kazuki’s bedroom remained closed. “Is he actually in his room, or did he go somewhere without telling me?” Rei wondered. “But if that’s the case, he would’ve left a note like last time… right?” Rei checked the front entry area and saw that Kazuki’s shoes and coat were still there in the exact same spot they’d been left the day before last. “Still home…” Once again, Rei made a bowl of cereal for himself but decided to eat at the dining table this time, hoping to avoid a repeat of the tv incident from the day before. After finishing his meal, he booted up his game console but quickly removed the Morio Kart disc that was inside and replaced it with one of his old shooter games. It suddenly occurred to him that he hadn’t played these types of games since Miri started living with them, fearing that the blood and violence would be too much for her to witness. “But I guess Miri did have actual first-hand experience with not one, but two gun fights. Hell, she probably would’ve thought this game looked fun. Maybe I should’ve played it with her…”

Around lunch time, the silence in the room was broken by the sound of Kazuki’s bedroom door finally being opened. Rei whipped his head around so quickly he could have sworn he felt something in his neck pop. But it wasn’t quick enough, as Kazuki had already shut himself in the bathroom. Rei felt like a creep as he stared at the door handle, waiting for it to turn and for Kazuki to emerge from the bathroom. When he finally did, Rei’s voice cracked as he called out, “H-hey. You hungry? I can order a pizza.” Kazuki paused for a moment, but didn’t look up, his gaze locked downward. “No thanks. I’m good.” Before Rei could say anything back, Kazuki was already back in his bedroom closing the door behind him. Rei spent the rest of the afternoon and evening alone. One would think that having a day alone to yourself in a quiet home would be relaxing, especially when your daily routine was typically consumed by chaos. But that was a far cry from this reality. For Rei, the silence weighed on him like he was being pulled further and further under water. It was suffocating, to say the least. He also began to feel incredibly anxious, because he knew that he wanted to comfort Kazuki in some way, but had no idea how to go about it. “I feel totally worthless…”

It was now day three, and Rei had had enough. “I can’t go back to how things were before… I just can’t.” He decided to try his hand at tackling some of the chores around the house. He thought that it would be really pathetic of him to expect Kazuki to continue taking care of everything for him now that Miri was gone. Sure, he’d always done so in the past, but things were different now. Rei realized that Kazuki was only ever truly happy when he had a family to take care of. But now that there was no longer a “family” here, Rei knew deep down that there was a very good possibility of Kazuki leaving. Would it be next month? Next week? Tomorrow? The uncertainty frightened Rei, but he refused to become the same useless mess he’d once been. Well… he had enough determination in this very moment to at least do a load of freaking laundry. Baby steps were better than no steps, right?

So Rei started off his cleaning crusade by sorting through the pile of clothes on his bedroom floor and picking up any stray articles from the living room on his way to the washer. After tossing everything in and latching the door shut, he stood there for a moment staring at all the buttons and knobs. “Why are there so many??” Kazuki had, on several occasions, shown Rei how to operate the machine, pointing out the various features and wash cycles, and showing him exactly how to measure out the soap. But did Rei remember any of that? Absolutely not. But he figured he couldn’t screw it up too much as long as he stuck with the “regular” cycle and only used a little bit of soap. Once everything was set, he hesitantly reached for the Start button and gently pressed it in. The machine came alive with that familiar sloshing sound that he’d so desperately missed these last few days. He relaxed his shoulders, let out a sigh of relief, and smiled to himself. “Nice.”

Suddenly, the soft clack of a door being opened echoed from down the hall. Rei peeked his head around the corner to see if he could catch a glimpse of Kazuki. But alas, he had just missed him yet again. Rei then heard the shower turning on and thought that he really would be a creep if he were to stare at the bathroom door waiting for Kazuki to come back out, like he did yesterday. So instead, he headed toward the living room to start picking up all of his garbage.

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Kazuki felt numb.

It’s been three days, and yet that feeling refused to subside. Kazuki struggled to pinpoint exactly what emotion he was feeling about this whole situation. Was he mad? Maybe a little. But when it came down to it, he knew that both Kyu-chan and Misaki were right. Allowing a five-year-old child live with two hitmen was dangerous, and he couldn’t come up with a valid justification to argue otherwise. At least, not one that wouldn’t make him sound like a selfish asshole. Was he sad? Sure. But again, he knew that Miri was safer this way. So how could he truly be sad about the fact that she was safe? He couldn’t. In fact, if he were being rational about the whole thing, he thought he should actually feel quite relieved. “Yeah right… I’m too greedy for that,” he thought. So he wasn’t mad, or sad, or relieved. He was just… numb.

Kazuki knew that it was pathetic of him to hole up inside his bedroom, but he couldn’t help himself. Coming home that night to the sight of toys strewn across the living room floor, child-sized dishes piled in the sink, the basket of pink flowery clothes that needed to be washed… all of it was just so overwhelming. Kazuki couldn’t bring himself to look at any of it, so he ended up going straight to bed that night. Over the next couple of days, he only came out to use the toilet or to grab a quick snack so that he wouldn’t make himself sick. But otherwise, he stayed in bed staring off into space. He felt sort of bad for ignoring Rei, but he knew that Rei struggled with expressing his empathy. Because of that, Kazuki was afraid that he’d end up snapping at Rei for no real reason or accidentally saying something hurtful that he didn’t really mean, knowing damn well that Rei wouldn’t know how to react and would most likely take it personally. So in order to avoid that tension all together, Kazuki chose to avoid Rei for the time being. “I hope he’s at least eating something other than cereal…”

By day three, Kazuki was starting to get sore from lying in bed for so long. “I should probably shower.” On his way to the bathroom, Kazuki could have sworn he heard the washer running. “But there’s no way… I’m not even sure Rei knows how to use the damn thing, even though I’ve shown him a million times.” Kazuki let out a soft chuckle as he turned the knob in the shower all the way to the right. There was a brief squeaking noise before the water started raining down from the shower head, and steam began to gradually build up in the enclosed space. Kazuki started to undress, removing the wrinkled clothes that he’d been wearing for three days straight. He glanced at the reflection of his naked body in the mirror, flinching at the sight. It was obvious that he hadn’t eaten a proper meal nor had he gotten any decent sleep in these last few days. He had dark circles under his puffy eyes, his hair was a greasy mess, and his face looked pale and ashen like a ghost. He was honestly quite grossed out by the state he was in, and felt sort of relieved that Rei hadn’t seen him earlier. After stepping into the shower and under the hot water, Kazuki felt his muscles immediately relax. He stood there unmoving for god knows how long, just letting the water pour over the top of his head and down his face.

Out of nowhere, Kazuki heard what sounded like a gentle knock, followed by silence. He wasn’t sure if he was hearing things or not, so he waited for a moment to see if another knock would come. Instead, he heard the *click* of the door being opened. “…Kazuki? Are you okay? You’ve been in here for a while…” Rei was so quiet that Kazuki could barely hear him over the running water. He pulled back the shower curtain slightly and poked his head out, ready to teasingly chastise Rei for coming into the bathroom while someone was in the shower. But the sight before him almost sent him into a fit of laughter. Rei had his head peeking around the door into the bathroom, but his eyes were tightly shut, scrunching his face. Kazuki thought it was actually quite adorable. “Yeah. I’ll be out in just a few minutes, alright?” he said, with a slight smile on his face that Rei couldn’t see. “Ah, okay then,” Rei said, as he quickly shut the door. Pffft! Kazuki didn’t realize in that moment, but that numb feeling was finally starting to ease, if ever so slightly.

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Kazuki walked out of the bathroom to find Rei vacuuming. Rei. Vacuuming. WHAT?! Kazuki was so stunned he nearly dropped the towel that he was rubbing his hair with. He stood there in awe, taking a look around the entire room. Not only was Rei vacuuming, but it looked like he did the dishes and picked up around house as well. “Ha! Maybe I really did hear the washer running this morning!” Rei hadn’t heard the bathroom door open, so when he finally noticed Kazuki standing next to the couch staring at him, he flinched and scrambled to find the power button on the vacuum. “H-hey! You’re out! You hungry? I’ve made something to eat if you’d like some.” Although he still spoke in his low, nearly monotone voice, Rei appeared to be a bit more flustered than Kazuki had ever remembered seeing him before. “Oh yeah? What’d’ya make?” Kazuki was impressed. Rei cleaned and cooked?? “Um… it’s just porridge. I found an easy recipe online. You haven’t eaten these past few days, so I thought maybe your stomach was upset. I figured porridge would be easiest to eat.” Rei felt a little embarrassed to be offering his measly porridge to a guy who practically lives in the kitchen. And let’s be honest, Kazuki doesn’t exactly hold any punches when it comes to critiquing food, so Rei’s worry was justified. Kazuki could tell Rei was nervous, and again had to hold back his laughter. “Why is he being so cute right now? It’s hilarious, but I can’t tease him too much or else he’d probably curl up in a ball and shut down.” Kazuki pulled out a chair at the dining table, sat down, and looked up at Rei with a grin. “I’d love some. Please and thank you!”

And so the two of them sat at the table, quietly eating the porridge that Rei made. Rei cleared his throat, having already decided that he’d had enough of the eerie silence that had been suffocating him over the past three days. “Hey… do you wanna hang out today? Like, together? We don’t have to go anywhere if you don’t want to. It’s just been really… boring.” Although Rei was definitely trying his best to communicate more with Kazuki, he wasn’t exactly ready to say that he felt lonely and anxious by himself. So he decided to play it off as boredom. Kazuki glanced up at Rei, and to his surprise, Rei was looking right back at him, their eyes locked together. “…Sure. Is there something in particular you wanna do?” Rei hesitated for a moment. Honestly, he wasn’t expecting Kazuki to say yes, and hadn’t really thought this far ahead. “Um… well, we can watch some movies. I guess? Oh but first, we should dry your hair. It’s still wet, and you’ll catch a cold. I’ll dry it for you, if you want.”

“Okay… who the hell is this person and what have they done with Rei?! It’s like the onigiri incident all over again…”

“Ah-haha, it’s okay. It’ll dry on its own. And it’s warm enough in here that I won’t get sick.” Kazuki was truly beside himself. He knew that Rei had started to step up more to take care of Miri. But he couldn’t think of any time before when Rei had offered to take care of him.

“Dude, just let me dry it. I used to do it all the time for Mi- uh… I mean. Well it’s not like you haven’t done the same for me before, so just shut up and let me do it, okay?” Rei scratched his head, annoyed with himself for almost bringing up Miri. He told himself just this morning that he would avoid saying her name in front of Kazuki at all costs, not wanting to upset him. But Kazuki wasn’t upset and could see how frustrated Rei looked. “Okay then. You can dry my hair.”

Rei sat on the couch, his legs far enough apart for Kazuki to sit on the floor between his feet. Kazuki held his knees close to his chest, his chin resting on top of them. The loud whirring of the hair dryer filled the air around them, as Rei ran his fingers through Kazuki’s soft hair. “Fluffy…” Rei absolutely kept that thought to himself, and could feel his cheeks burn with embarrassment.

“I can’t even remember the last time someone’s dried my hair. Maybe when Yuzuko and I first started dating?” Kazuki thought back on the memories of all those years ago and smiled. “But man, this does feel nice. And he’s being so gentle, it almost tickles. And this warmth… I could fall asleep.” A few moments later, the loud whirring ceased and Kazuki jolted in place, having truly almost fallen asleep. “All done,” Rei said in a soft voice. “Aw man, already? That was so relaxing!” Although Kazuki was only teasing, the words were true, nonetheless. “Um… I can brush your hair now, if you’d like? I don’t mind.” Although his words were nonchalant, Rei looked almost excited. And who was Kazuki to say no to that? “Okay.” Rei got up to find a hairbrush and returned in a flash to continue playing with Kazuki’s hair.

After a while, Kazuki was the first to break the silence. “Ya know, I really thought the three of us would be together forever.” He let out a soft chuckle before continuing. “How silly is that?” Rei paused for a moment, surprised by the topic of conversation. He didn’t think Kazuki was ready to talk about this yet. Before Kazuki could notice that his hands had stopped moving, Rei started running the brush through Kazuki’s hair once more.

“Like, I actually thought, ‘Hey! This is my second chance! I can build a life with these two, and we can be a real family. We can be happy.’ Why did I get my hopes up? I should’ve known this would all end eventually. I mean come on. Look at us. Two hitmen raising a child together? That’s some shit straight out of a manga. It could never actually work in the long run.” Kazuki closed his eyes and held his hand over his face, gently rubbing the furrowed skin between his eyebrows.

Rei was thankful that he was sitting behind Kazuki, and that Kazuki was unable to see his face in that moment. Because he could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks and could only imagine what sort of twisted expression his face was in.

“Hey, Kazuki?”

“Hm?”

“Are you… going to leave?”

“Leave? What do ya mean? Where’m I going?” Kazuki realized he sounded slightly exasperated and hoped that Rei didn’t pick up on it.

“I know… I know that you want a family. And now that Miri… now that it’s just the two of us, we aren’t really a family anymore, are we? So are you going to leave now?”

Kazuki could hear the slight hitch in Rei’s voice, and quickly turned around to face him. Rei’s eyebrows were contorted and his cheeks were flushed red. And his bottom lip trembled.

Kazuki panicked. “What?? What are you talking about? Why would I leave?”

“Because it’s not safe for you either! The organization… they’ve already made it very clear.”

“But that was just about Miri, right? It was about our work getting sloppy, yeah? But she’s safe with Misaki now. And we’ll just go back to how things used to be.” As much as it pained him to admit, Kazuki knew that the words coming out of his mouth were true.

“No! It wasn’t just about Miri… it’s more than that.” Rei paused and closed his eyes for a moment, attempting to level his breathing. He then looked directly at Kazuki with glistening eyes and spoke more softly. “Don’t you get it? I’m a Suwa. I’m expected to continue the Suwa family line, and to take over the family business. But I…” Rei closed his eyes again and shook his head. “I don’t want to! I don’t want to…” Rei could feel the hot tears welling up in his eyes and failed to keep them from breaking through.

“Then what do you want?” Kazuki said in a soft, low voice. He could tell that Rei was terrified and could feel the adrenaline coursing through his own veins, causing his hands to shake. The only word he could think of to describe this feeling was protective. It was almost as if he was prepared to single-handedly take down anyone and everyone who had caused the man in front of him to break down in tears. Because anyone who was able to cause this normally emotionless man this much pain… deserved to suffer.

“I just… I just want our family back. But I know that’s not possible right now, and it may never be possible again, no matter how much I miss Miri. And god, I miss her so much… But above all, I want her to be safe. So I know that she needs to stay with Misaki. And I also know that you’d be safer, too, if you left… if you got as far away from me as possible. But Kazuki… I can’t. I can’t lose you, too.” By now, Rei was no longer able to hold back the flood of tears rolling down his cheeks, and his breaths were coming in short, shallow bursts.

In the blink of an eye, Kazuki had gotten up, positioned himself next to Rei on the couch, and pulled him into his arms, holding him close to his chest. Kazuki’s left hand cradled the back of Rei’s head, while his right hand gently stroked the space between his shoulder blades.

“Rei. Listen to me. I’m not leaving you. I will never leave you. You hear me? We ARE a family. Even if it’s just you and me. We can still be a family. Alright? So stop crying. Please, stop crying.” Kazuki tried with all his might to comfort Rei, but could feel that he himself was on the verge of breaking down.

“But… you deserve a real family, Kazuki. You deserve to be with someone you love. You deserve to be a papa. Because you’re such a good papa…” Rei buried his face in the crook of Kazuki’s neck, attempting to stifle the constant sniffling. He desperately grasped at Kazuki’s shirt, pulling it back so much that it was nearly choking Kazuki. But Kazuki didn’t say anything nor did he stop Rei.

“Rei, you deserve those things, too. You also deserve to be with someone you love. You deserve happiness.”

“But I AM with someone…!” Rei let the sentence trail off, surprised by the words that he’d nearly blurted out, and paused to catch his breath. “I was happy with our family. And I’m happy with you. I’d never known that feeling before, until I met you. And having Miri with us… made it so much more obvious. So I know I’m being selfish by asking you to stay with me. But I don’t want to give up any more of my happiness. I don’t want to go back to how things were before. I can’t go back. So Kazuki, please… I’ll try harder, I promise. I’ll clean more and I’ll learn how to cook and I won’t complain as much. And I’ll protect you. I’ll do anything to protect you. So please…” At this point Rei was sobbing so much that he began to ramble and his words were somewhat difficult to understand. But Kazuki continued to hold Rei in a tight embrace, gently stroking his hair to try and calm him down.

“Hey shhhh, I already said I’m staying, didn’t I? So try to calm down, okay? I’m not going anywhere. And hey, you did so good today with the chores! I was so impressed. And your porridge was delicious. Make it for me again sometime, will ya?”

Rei nodded, his face still pressed against Kazuki’s collar bone. “Yeah, okay.”

Kazuki slowly pulled away from Rei, holding both of his hands in his own between the two of them. “Have you calmed down a bit?” Rei nodded without saying anything. The tears finally stopped, but his face looked a mess. Kazuki reached his right hand up to gently rub Rei’s cheek. “Good. Ya know, I must say… you’ve been acting awfully cute today. I’m not used to it,” Kazuki said, letting out a small sigh of relief mixed with a faint laugh.

“Shut up!” Although he had meant to sound forceful with his words, Rei instead sounded like a whiny teenage girl, which made him feel even more embarrassed and caused a fresh wave of blood to rush back up to his cheeks. He then realized that his face probably looked absolutely ridiculous after his meltdown and attempted to wipe his eyes and turn his head away so that he was no longer facing Kazuki.  

But Kazuki only found this to be even more endearing, and immediately guided Rei’s face back to where he could see it more clearly. He then positioned his hand so that he cupped Rei’s chin in his palm, with his cheeks squished between Kazuki’s thumb and four fingers. “Heheh fish lips.” He couldn’t help but laugh at the sight and at the fact that Rei was even letting him mess with his face like this in the first place. Truly, he was not used to this side of Rei. But he was enjoying himself.

Kazuki’s laughter eventually trailed off, but he kept Rei’s face cupped in his hand, lightly squeezing his cheeks. Then the expression on his face softened as he continued to stare at Rei’s puckered mouth. After what was probably only thirty seconds, but felt like hours, Kazuki locked eyes with Rei. “Hw-hwat?” Rei stuttered, unable to enunciate due to the squished cheeks. He wondered how long Kazuki was going to hold his face like this and why he just kept staring. If he was being honest, he was starting to feel a bit uneasy. Rei had never really had anyone look at his face for this long or this closely before. He felt almost naked.

“Rei. Have you ever kissed anyone?” Kazuki maintained eye contact after asking the question, so he was able to see the exact moment the pupils in Rei’s deep blue eyes constricted to half their size.

“HUH??! What kind of question is that??” Rei flailed, yanking his face away and batting Kazuki’s hand down. “Seriously, what the hell??”, he thought to himself.

“Aww, come on. I’m just curious! You’re acting so adorable today, and I wondered if anyone else has ever seen you like this.” Kazuki already knew that Rei had probably never been in a real relationship before, so the words he spoke were only a joke. Still, he found himself slightly annoyed at the thought of someone else experiencing this side of Rei, but decided to keep that thought to himself.

“Why should I even tell you?” Rei continued to swat Kazuki away, but Kazuki was relentless.

“Hehe so I’ll take that as a ‘no’.”

“Ugh! Why do you even care??”

Quicker than Rei could stop him, Kazuki grabbed Rei’s face again, this time sandwiched between both of his hands. “Because. I do care. I care about you. And if we’re going to be a family, I want to know everything about you.”

Rei stopped resisting, and just stared back at Kazuki. “He looks so serious now…”

Kazuki’s gaze lowered slightly, and Rei realized just where he was looking. His mouth. Rei then noticed that Kazuki was slowly leaning closer toward him. “He’s not… ACTUALLY going to kiss me, is he?!” Rei didn’t know how to react, so all he could think to do was close his eyes and brace for impact.

Kazuki paused in his tracks and smiled to himself. Rei had his eyes tightly shut, reminding him of earlier that day in the bathroom. “He’s so funny.” Kazuki continued leaning in, closing his eyes and gently kissing Rei on the forehead.

Rei’s eyes shot open in surprise. A forehead kiss was NOT what he was anticipating, and he felt a little ashamed for expecting something different. But that feeling of shame melted away the moment he met Kazuki’s gaze once more and saw the slight shade of pink on the apples of his cheeks as he smiled a goofy grin. Rei couldn’t help but smile back and let out a soft, breathy laugh.

Kazuki carefully pulled his hands away from Rei’s face and stretched out his arms, taking a deep breath and letting out a loud sigh. “Haaaaahhh! So. Should we watch a movie now? Was there one you wanted to watch?” Kazuki leaned back into the couch, but not before pulling Rei to his side and wrapping his arm around him, his hand on Rei’s bicep. In this position, Rei was able to rest his head on Kazuki’s chest just under his arm, but he wasn’t sure where to put his hands. One arm was stuck behind Kazuki against the back cushion, so he didn’t really have a choice there. But the other was left out in front, hovering over Kazuki’s lower stomach. Rei hesitated for a moment, but finally thought, “Screw it,” and set his arm down so that it lay across Kazuki’s waist. After receiving no complaint from Kazuki about where his hand fell, Rei tightened his grip on Kazuki’s side ever so slightly and nestled even further into place. “He’s warm,” he thought. “This is nice…”

“Any movie is fine. Whatever you wanna watch.” Rei honestly didn’t care about the movie. He was just happy to be spending time with Kazuki. Happy to be pulled out of the suffocating silence.

“Hey, Rei?”

“Yes?”

“I’m sorry for avoiding you these last couple of days. It was nothing against you. So I hope you didn’t get too lonely.”

“…I was lonely. But it’s okay. I understood what you were feeling.”

“I might get like that again… I mean, I’m feeling a little better now. But it comes in waves. Ya know?”

“Yeah… I get it.”

“Then will you cuddle with me to make me feel better?” Kazuki said playfully.

“Yes.”

Kazuki only said that to tease Rei, so he wasn’t expecting him to respond so quickly or so matter-of-factly. But he found that Rei’s response made him insanely giddy. Kazuki tightened his hold on Rei, pulling him in even closer. “Good. That makes me happy.”

“…” Rei didn’t know how to respond, but knew that he, too, felt happy in that moment.

It’s been three days. And there was no telling how many more it would take before things finally started to feel normal again. Or maybe things would never feel normal again. Maybe there was a hell storm coming their way that they weren’t at all prepared for. These were all possibilities that they had to consider. But as they sat there embracing each other’s warmth, Kazuki and Rei both knew that they’d be okay, as long as they were together. If one was suffering, the other would be there to help pick up the pieces. If one was happy, the other would be there to celebrate in their joy. After all, isn’t that just what a family is?

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[gyorklady]

Li'l Candela ficlet snippet

So I've had this scene, or a version of it, percolating in my brain for a while, but my recent convos with @inconmess about the Grimm family have inspired me to post it. I see it as part of a larger one-shot, set either before the events of Tide and Bone or in an AU that doesn't end in a TPK. I don't know if I'll ever expand on it, but here it is.

Oscar leaned forward in his chair, studying his son’s face in the dim light of the lamp on the nightstand. Cosmo’s fever had finally broken after two fright-filled days, and Oscar was starting to feel hopeful that his son would pull through. As he had many times already this night, Oscar dipped a washcloth into a basin of water that sat on the night table, then reached over and gently wiped the sweat from his son’s face. Putting the cloth aside, Oscar reached out and cupped his other hand against Cosmo’s cheek, and found it cool to the touch.  

“Oh, thank the gods,” the elder Grimm murmured in relief. Underneath his hand Oscar felt his son stir, and his breath caught in his throat as Cosmo’s eyes fluttered open. His gaze, bleary but lucid, focused on Oscar. 

“Papa?” Cosmo’s voice was weak and confused, and Oscar felt his heart break; it had been a long time since Cosmo had called him ‘Papa’, instead using his first name, and rarely ‘Father’ when they were in private. But at the same time, to Oscar it was the sweetest sound in the world. 

“Yes; yes, sweet boy,” he answered, joy and relief threatening to choke his own voice. “Papa’s here. You’ve been very, very sick for a while, but you’re going to be just fine now.” 

Cosmo blinked tiredly, his muddled mind trying to make sense of what was going on and failing. It was an effort that he just didn’t have the strength for right now. Instead, he turned his attention to a more pressing need. “...I’m thirsty,” he whispered.  

“Okay. Okay.” Reluctantly, Oscar pulled his hand away from his son’s cheek before turning back to the nightstand, pouring water into a cup from the jug that sat there. He slipped one arm around Cosmo’s thin shoulders to prop him up as he brought the glass to his lips. “Easy; small sips, now,” Oscar cautioned. Slowly, Cosmo managed to drink several sips of water before the effort became too tiring, and Oscar gently laid him back down against the pillows. “Go back to sleep, sweet boy,” he said gently. “I’ll be here when you wake, I promise.” Cosmo’s lips twitched briefly into a smile before his face went slack and he drifted back to sleep. Oscar smiled softly as he pulled the blankets up over his son’s shoulders and tenderly brushed his hand over Cosmo’s hair. 

#candela obscura #cosmo grimm #oscar grimm #circle of tide and bone #candela fic

[emeritus-fuckers]

I wanna participate in the new event and I wanna see what my role in the ministry would be

1. I feel like I would be more of a sibling of sin I don’t really have the same personality as a ghoul.

2. I think I would prefer to work with Copia, I was gonna say Terzo but I think Terzo would be too much of a man child for me to handle, copia is a bit more manageable I also just have a big crush on Copia.

3. I’m an ambivert cause I like being around people but it like a certain amount of people I can’t deal with crowds and a lot of people, it always gets really LOUD with so many people.

4. I don’t really have any chores I don’t like doing I don’t like doing chores that involve me lifting heavy things cause I am weak af, I like chores like doing the dishes, sweeping, basically anything to do with cleaning (even though I don’t clean often).

5. I have a love hate relationship with traveling cause I like traveling but I don’t like being away from home for a long time (especially since I have a dog and I don’t like being part from her for long periods of time).

6. I like listening to music while I do chores, I like to help others when I can, I love animals, and I can be a bit of a perfectionist. I hate it when someone tries to dictate every little thing I do it gets me very frustrated cause while I like being given in depth instruction on what to do with chores I feel like dictating everything I do while doing said chore is too much instruction. Also when given I chore that involves organizing I want to be told how to organize it cause if I just get told to organize something I’m gonna organize it how I want to organize it. I can Also like space out when doing a chore and stop everything I’m doing and just stare blankly at something and it can last for awhile you usually have to break me out of it which can usually be done by tapping my shoulder, don’t wave your hand in front of my face to try and get me to stoping spacing out It won’t work.

The role in ministry event ended on July 20th

Your role in the Ministry is...Carer for the pets and animals of the ministry

You work under Papa Emeritus IV who also has a real soft spot for animals. He gives clear instructions and then leaves you to carry out the work how you like.

You not only look after his rats, but all sorts of other animals, its very varied.

You always end up chatting to Copia while you sweep out the rat cage and check they have enough food etc.

He is really good with you zoning out, he'll gently tap you on the shoulder and then explain why. He always appologizes for doing it and looks kinda shy. "Sorry sibling, you err zoned out so I brought you back like you told me to.."

He enjoys the talks he has with you and he is very happy for you to listen to music as you work.

The best part is you can spend time with your own dog during your working day.

Swiss though, he sometimes likes to pretend he is one of the animals to get you to pet him. No one is really sure why he has taken to doing this, although he does like affection, he probably just because he finds it funny... Phantom started to join in as well...

Copia very calmly explained to them that your role was not to deal with Ghouls. By way of appology on their behalf and to make it up to you he insisted on buying you lunch that day and eating with you.

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Written by Nyx

#anon #ministry role event #whats my role in the ministry event #ghost band #ghost bc #ghost band x reader #ghost bc x reader #ghost x reader #papa emeritus iv #papa emeritus iv x reader #copia #copia x reader #Swiss ghoul #phantom ghoul

[tblsomedoodles]

Either Dee would be forced to use his mystic abilities somehow or, perhaps since the source of his travel I to the 03 universe was justice powers, perhaps he'd be forced to use them to replicate the event that brought him to his Papa's home dimension to begin with... maybe he manages it with science and Uncle Donnie is the one who has to talk him into using his abilities because "just because ot makes you unique doesn't mean we'd love you less. Why, jsut imagine what sort of machines you could build if you mix science and mystic powers together!?"

I think him unlocking his nimpo would happen pretty similar to cannon (ie. Raph throwing himself off a tree so his bro's would catch him), but i could see him still being unsure of it later until he had a talk with his Uncle Don.

Thank you!

Yeah, pretty much. His brain is trying to figure out how to build that portal/get back so fast that he barely realizes Mikey found him and brought him home.

THank you!

#asks #tmnt #rottmnt #adopted donnie au