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titlemewickedwonderland · 1 year

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Ghoul Game Night - Swiss

Summary: Y/n is Papa's newest ghoul! Summoned during a hectic time she never had the chance to really get to know her new pack mates. What happens when they drag her into a game night of truth and dare? Well, ghoul things!

Fandom: Ghost Band

Pairing: Swiss x Ghoul!reader

Warning: Crack, fluff, and cuteness, sexual tension, dirty talk.

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The bottle took forever to spin. Well, at least it felt like forever. Y/n swore that if she stared at it any harder her eyes would go cross-eyed. Resting in between the comforting presence of Rain and Mountain as they leaned up against the edge of the couch at their backs she was content to allow them to lull her into a sense of warmth and safety. She hoped she'd get someone good; maybe Rain? he seemed pretty tame in comparison to the others. Calming as he ran his fingers through her hair. Or Mountain even wouldn't be too bad - he was very docile and gave off an aura that was protective as he idly rubbed at her lower back to ease the tension. Like Aether, they had a good quality to them that put her at ease and she could already tell despite not fully knowing them they probably would be the pair she'd hang around often.

The bottle finally stopped spinning and she followed the nose towards a cheeky grinning Swiss who was all teeth and wiggling brows. Y/n puffed out her cheeks like a chipmunk and blew out a breath. Well, so much for her wishes being granted. Licking her lips she straightened up and squinted trying to not show just how nervous she actually was. Satan seemed to favor Swiss anyways; the ghoul had been trying to bed her for such a long time since she'd been summoned - she knew he was going to give her a freaking dare.

"Aw, looks like it's your lucky night, sweetcheeks." he grinned at her before playfully clicking his teeth at her. "Because I'm a gentleman I'll let you decide whether I read a truth or dare for you and to add icing to the cake, I'll do my half first." he offered

Y/n flushed slightly. "That's not very reassuring," she replied softly before biting her lip in thought.

She would imagine a truth would be just as bad as a dare if the girls had anything to say about it - which they did since they were the ones to write the slips of paper. But if she chose a dare and didn't like it...she could always take a shot, right? But would she be seen as weak if she had? Was that even part of the game or just an add-in to get them drunk or tipsy for later-night fun? Groaning she plonked her forehead against her up-drawn knees.

"Okay..." she breathed. "Hit me with a dare."

"Which leaves me with a truth huh? Alright, fair enough. Aether my man, hand those boxes over." Swiss reached for them both as they were slid across the carpet towards the multi-ghoul.

First, he dug into the truth box and unfolded it. "Hmm, alright. My truth is....What do you want me to do when we are having sex?"

Y/n gasped and she scrambled towards him to snatch the paper. "It does not say that!" she protested but as she flipped the paper over she read the words and winced feeling a heat hotter than Dew to creep up her neck. Her ears flattened and she looked up at Swiss who was eying her up and down.

Yep, that's it. She didn't like the Ghoulettes anymore. She swallowed and pointed to the alcohol. "Drink."

"Not your choice and not your truth, baby doll." Swiss smirked leaning loser. "What? Afraid of what I'll say?"

"You don't have to answer it..."

"Who says I don't want to?" Swiss suddenly reached for her and yanked her towards him before hoisting her up by her waist to straddle his thighs. Blocking her backward escape with his legs drawing up to pin her in place as much as a way for her to lean back on if she needed it.

Y/n yelped in surprise and gripped his strong shoulders. Her face heated up like a bonfire at their closeness. At this angle, she was higher than him so she found herself staring down into his dark eyes. His face was tilted upward towards her but even having the higher leverage Y/n felt no less intimidated.

Swiss seemed to understand the rise of panic that had to have been reflected in her eyes before his expression shifted and his flirty smirk softened into a genuine smile. He freed one hand from her waist to gently brush along her flushed cheek and bring her closer until they were pressed forehead to forehead. With his other arm, he tightened his grip drawing the Ghulah tighter to his chest.

The position seemed intimate - far too intimate for the eyes on them. She glanced to the side where she could see Aether and Dew watching intently as if holding their breaths for something extraordinary to happen and their stares did little to lessen the painful thuds in her chest. Swiss didn't need to be a quintessence like Aether to realize she was slipping.

His warm hand cupped her cheek to pull her attention back to him while his thumb brushed soothing strokes below her eye. All she could see were his eyes this close and it help ground her from the prying eyes of their packmates.

"Hey, sweetheart. Don't look at them. You're okay, it's just you and me, yeah?" his smile turned bright as Y/n hesitatingly nodded and squeezed her eyes shut.

"Just you and me..." his lips brushed against her cheek and making her sigh at the sweet contact; allowing her to ground herself in the moment. It was not as if the pair of them were getting naked to fuck in front of their pack mates. It was just...a dare. Right...the dare.

The rest of their pack watched intently as the multi-ghoul cupped the back of the female's head to draw it to his shoulder so that his lips could touch her ear. Aether and Dew had a perfect view of her face that flushed so hot Dew swore he could almost see steam coming from her ears.

Swiss was whispering something into her ear - too soft for anyone but for the two of them to hear in their own little bubble but whatever he was saying was seriously making them question Y/n's innocence with the different expressions that shifted on her face. Even still, she did not move away in mortification but instead wrapped her arms around his neck to hold onto him. She nodded to whatever Swiss said before drawing back.

He tipped his head back to smile at her while his hands ran up and down her sides seemingly content to just hold her for a moment longer. They didn't say anything to each other and instead, Y/n tipped her forehead to headbutt him gently earning her a warm purr of delight and a long leathery tail to wrap around her leg.

"Ahem...." Aether coughed into a fist. "Would you like to share with the rest of the class?"

"Seriously man! What'd you say? You were supposed to tell her what you want to do during sex! Spill the hell beans!" Dew's tail was thwacked impatiently on the ground.

Y/n shared a look with Swiss before the ghoul poured a shot and the female downed it with barely a wince of the harsh fireball going down her throat. She smiled and handed Swiss the glass before climbing out of his lap and going back to join Rain and Mountain.

As she got comfortable again Mountain leaned over to whisper to her with Rain leaning in too to listen to her answer as the three others bickered in front of them.

"So what did he say?"

Y/n smiled touching her lips thoughtfully before glancing at the pair with a cute little blush. "He said he wants to take me out on a picnic dinner later this week at nighttime to star gaze." she replied softly.

"Ah but that wasn't-" Rain began frowning and Y/n grinned sheepishly as she tugged on the blanket; pulling it to partially cover her fac as her voice lowered just for the pair of them.

"He also mentioned something about making love to me under the stars until all I knew was his name and the imprint of his cock. But not before he takes his time to make me see more stars behind my eyelids than those in the night sky and only then will he brand his touch into my skin so that his touch will forever be burned into my memory."

Mountain and Rain gaped at her in silence and then the tall ghoul snorted out a laugh. He bumped his shoulder against hers and shot her a wicked little smile. "Let me know if you need the Greenhouse. I'll make sure Primo stays out of the way." he winked

"Mountain!" Y/n yelped smacking him in the arm but there was a twinkling in her eyes as the trio burst into laughter together.

"Hey, don't get too cozy missy. Swiss did his truth...you, lovely. Still need to do your dare." Aether grinned over at her and the laughter stopped immediately.

"Oh shit" Y/n bit her lip but accepted the box that was handed to her.

Digging around a moment she picked a strip of paper and unfolded it. Instead of feeling embarrassed the female ghoul actually smiled as she read it once before rereading it out loud.

"Kiss me like Mary Jane kisses Spiderman." she looked over at Swiss who was smirking over at her with a crooked little grin.

"Kissing before our date, sweetheart? Man, you know how to charm a man." he winked before pointing at Mountain. "Come on big guy give me a boost!"

The earth ghoul rose to his feet and waited until the pair joined him. Only when Swiss gave him the okay did the tall ghoul holds his hands out expectingly. Swiss ducked in a swift movement to stand on his hands in a handstand. Mountain gripped his ankles and lifted him off the ground effortlessly. This brought Swiss face to chest with Y/n. Laughing a bit the ghulah bent over and grasped the multi-ghouls face and planted a sweet kiss to his lips. She playfully nipped at his top lip earning her a growl as Swiss playfully reached for her but she was already darting out of his reach and stuck her tongue out; a pretty flush on her cheeks.

"There! Now who's next?" she asked clasping her hands together.

Maybe playing this game wasn't such a bad idea after all. She did get a date out of it at least and Swiss seemed content enough as he was placed back to his feet. She rejoined her friends in their circle and shot Swiss a little smile before turning her attention back to what Dew was talking about as he grabbed the bottle to spin next. This wasn't at all was Y/n was expecting but she sure didn't mind it too much...not yet anyway.

Feel free to ask to be tagged for a specific ghoul or for the entire series! I would love some comments too! Don't forget to check out the workshop for future Ghost content!

#Ghost #Ghost band #Ghost Swedish band #Ghost oneshot #Truth or Dare #Swiss one shot #swiss x reader #rain ghoul #mountain ghoul #aether ghoul #dewdrop ghoul

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squirrelwrangler · 5 months

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Got around to reading Tress of the Emerald Sea

and without knowing it was directly inspired by The Princess Bride I immediate caught those vibes. Very cute, some good lines, Sanderson's strengths instead of weaknesses when it comes to prose (He can make it PAINFUL to read his stories sometimes because he's so bland that it actively hinders his plot) but the fourth-wall breaking Hoid narrator fixed that. Plus even though it was heavy on the planet-crossing Cosmere elements, because it was more central to the story instead of the obnoxious blatant cameos that it is in later Mistborn and Roshar (Cosmere is self-indulgent in a way that detracts from those series for my tastes, being too much for a fun easter egg and thus tripping up world-building and plot but not enough to fully justify its outsized presence). It's also something similar to what I'll dislike in Dianna Wynne Jones novels. This time because it was the main villain and curse-break solution, thus a category above the rest of the plot magic and by virtue of story structures allowed to be something outside normal context, having them be literal aliens plus the more flippant tone worked for Tress where it wouldn't in another novel. And for once the avalanche of plot at the climax wasn't as terribly paced into that meme'd avalanche as it often is for him. Yet again BS wrote a funky planet with a multi-element but neatly categorized science-y flavored hard magic system (with a rumored extra element) and okay that's fun but I'm done with them. It's too predictable in that there's a very recognizable Sanderson Magic System that he adds every time and the charm and novelty has worn off. Ironically this might be one of my favorite books from him. Ugh, though, more confirmation that while he's a fantasy author I'll eagerly read from, there's a reason why he's not in my top favorites, especially for inspiration.

#my not high brow taste in books #i don't read a lot of recent fantasy or SF so this is as much compliments and my ragging on him

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gascon-en-exil · 1 year

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Did Hikari and Ochette's openings, and with that I'm finished with the OT2 demo...unless I decide to try to grab all eight characters in one go just to see if I can.

Hikari

Throws you right into the middle of a war zone like Olberic's intro did, but this time you get to play through some of it. This part is also the only time when Hikari gets guest party members, including the only female one in any intro.

I don't know the history and/or cultural references that this story setup may be pulling from, but it's fairly standard good king/bad king family drama fare. Hikari's brother setting fire to his own city seems especially like a dumb villain ball move, especially since they live in a desert and so resource scarcity is presumably why they're always at war, but it does add to the drama.

I can see why people say that this intro is unusually short if you don't go around challenging all the NPCs, because it doesn't even have a dungeon. Still, Hikari is much more mechanically interesting than Olberic, with the ability to learn skills by challenging people and with more interesting basic skills like a very useful counterattack and his latent power expanding his damage options even further. He was the highest-leveled of the eight by the time I was finished with his opening from all the fighting, and he does feel pretty powerful even though he's on his own.

Like Osvald, Hikari's story dumps him off in a small town separate from where he begins, but I recall that one of Partitio's Scent of Commerce leads points back to Ku so it's definitely going to be making a reappearance later in the game.

Ochette

As with Castti's concoctions, Ochette's beast taming is more streamlined and usable right from the start compared to the first game. Beasts no longer have limited uses and can be butchered "prepared" and made into consumables, making her feel much more versatile than H'annit with minimal work. The multi-hit bow attack she starts with is also incredibly useful.

Even with the chance to auto-capture beasts though, this still manages to feel a bit like a Pokémon game but letting you pick one of two starter beasts. Also they talk now, so that's a thing. I went with the jackal, because I'll probably go for the owl in the full game as it seems there are overall fewer options to target magic weaknesses.

...It would be better not to look too hard at the situation of the beastlings however, as at best it's fantasy colonialism undermined by the oppressed natives being animal people who almost all speak like the prehistoric humans from Chrono Trigger. Fortunately Ochette's story eventually veers into something more supernatural, so for the time being at least we don't have to deal with that.

It was hard not to think of Breath of the Wild here with the characters referring to a "calamity" and a red moon.

#Octopath Traveler 2

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casspurrjoybell-22 · 1 month

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Dream Eater - Chapter 4 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Eighty-odd years as a dream-eater has taught me a thing or two about how to handle tense situations.

I've woken up in more strange circumstances than I can count and more than once a client has decided that they've fallen in love with me Misery style or wanted to add me to their macabre collection.

I mean, sometimes there's a reason people are plagued by nightmares, you know.

If I've learned anything from these experiences, it's not to panic but when Damien says 'I can't let you leave' in that perfect imitation of a serial killer voice, I panic.

I hurl my bundle of sweaty clothes... cash and all... at his face and bolt for the stairwell door.

Predictably, it's locked.

"Alex, stop. I don't want to hurt you. I just want..."

"Then let me go," I shout, backing away.

There must be a fire-escape on the balcony.

Maybe I can break a window or...

"Be careful."

The apartment has a multi-level floor, with the sitting area sunk down a few steps.

I miss one of these in my backward retreat and fall.

My head strikes the edge of something hard... the coffee table... I think and stars burst over my vision.

I touch the back of my head and my hand comes away red.

There's a loud ringing in my ears and Damien is leaning over me, saying something I can't hear.

Then the darkness creeps in and then the night.

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When I open my eyes, my emotions rapidly escalate from mild confusion to terror.

At first, I only register that I'm lying in a comfortable bed and that my head really hurts.

Then I remember whose bed and then why I'm in it.

Lastly, I realize that I am chained to said bed by a pair of fluffy handcuffs.

Fluffy pink handcuffs.

I should probably stay quiet but like the guy who gets killed first in the horror movie, I can't help the whimper of fear that escapes me.

Right on cue, the door bursts open and Damien rushes in.

He sees me and something weirdly like pure relief lights his face.

"Oh, thank God you're awake."

I struggle ineffectively against the handcuffs and kick my legs out at him.

"Stay the fuck away from me, you psycho."

Because what else does someone say in that situation?

So much for not panicking.

"Whoa, whoa. Calm down," he says, holding his hands out, fingers spread and eyes wide.

"Calm down?" my voice is an octave higher than usual and slightly breathless.

This body always did have weak lungs.

He takes a step closer and I kick at him again.

He catches my ankles deftly and holds them down.

I twist against my restraints but it's no use.

To my shame, tears sting my eyes and my voice breaks.

"Let me go, please."

"Alex. Alex stop," his voice is calm and quiet.

I can't help looking at him.

He appears concerned.

He doesn't look like a psycho-murderer-rapist but then they never do, right?

"Please... just listen to me. There's been a misunderstanding. If you just calm down and listen to me... I'll let you go. I promise."

My breath shivers past my throat but I nod.

He holds my gaze for a moment and then nods slowly in return.

He releases my legs and takes a small key from his pocket.

"I only did this because I was afraid you'd hurt yourself again."

Wait, so now this is my fault somehow?

Way to blame the victim.

After a bit of fumbling, he unlocks first one cuff, then the other.

I try to sit up but he puts a hand lightly on my chest.

"Alex. Please, just wait. You're hurt."

"You promised," I whisper.

"I know. But you haven't listened yet. Please, just give me a chance to explain. I fucked this up to high heaven but I swear I don't want to hurt you. I just want your help."

My head does hurt, I realize and I'm a little dizzy.

I close my eyes and sink back against the pillows.

"Hey, hey," he says, touching my face. "Don't go back to sleep. You have a concussion and I think that's bad. I read it somewhere sleep is bad."

I blink up at him.

There's something weird about my vision.

It's like I'm viewing the world through a pinhole.

I can't help it.

My eyelids feel like they're weighted with lead.

"Alex? Alex," his voice is like an echo in a well of darkness and I fall into it.

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babygirlaffirmations · 3 months

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Fetlife writing:

New Record. 78?!

Date a pleasure Dom they said. It'll be fun then said. 🤣🤣

After every day and night so far being orgasm intensive, Master had only made me have 9 so far yesterday. Until that scene. Two. Hours. We joked about a goal of 73. Both of our new birthdays combined. Seventy. Fucking. Eight. Orgasms. By his mouth, by his cock in my pussy. By him ravaging my ass and being his good little anal cock sleeve.

Side note: we found a new degradation phrase I liked. His fuck puppet. My body had the most intense orgasms I've had in a long time when he kept repeating that nickname.

We also accidentally reached verbal orgasms when we had just picked out my new collar at this cute non chain sex toy shop Master loves. I had pointed at it and said that's the one. We looked around at other items on the way to the register. And Master whispered dominantly and sexily "Cum for me" in my ear. I had a full body orgasm. My body went weak. I don't know how I kept standing. 🤣 The toy I was looking at and holding fell out of my hand and to the ground.

Master is amazing at catching me off guard. Especially as someone who's always on guard. And with high anxiety.

Master kept saying we were just warming up. I'll let you have a water break at 50. He gave me the briefest breaks between each orgasm. For the most part. A few times he made me cum and fucked me through it and wouldn't let me stop cumming and made me, ordered me to cum again. This was yesterday. The night before his birthday. I have no idea what he has in store for my body on the day of, today. I'm excited to find out when he gets back from class I'll be waiting in humble naked. Ready and wet and waiting for him to use me once more... Because all my holes are greedy for Master's touch.. His kisses. To be held by him after. His tongue. His fingers. Master's gorgeous delicious cock in any of my holes.

The looks on my face I gave Master, and he very much noticed, when I was at a much smaller number and Master said we would water break at 50. My body's reaction when I had an extreme amount of orgasms and he grabbed the hitachi again or put his cock near one of my openings when I had been on a sensitive high. The whimpers. The fear. All so hot...

How my mind and body want more after this week and weekend and last night is mind boggling. But my body is wet and aching for his return. To be filled with his cum. To take more sexy and nonsexy photos together. Maybe even go to work full of and leaking his cum...

Such a greedy pathetic piece of property and fuck meat... And loving every second of my service to my Master and my very multi orgasmic bliss...

I also want to note that I hit my limit in cummies last night. He was aiming for 100. But very respectful of me hitting red and noticed my red before I had vocalized it after. Gave me amazing aftercare. And told me how proud of me he was. 🥹

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devilmayfamily · 2 years

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Masterlist

For all the fanfics you need, and more 🔥Spicy Stuff

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What Do I Do With a Boy Like You? Pt. 2

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Family Halloween Shirts

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If V was his own person

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I'm Dating Him

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hergan416 · 2 years

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Okay, for the fanfic ask thing, how about:

18. 😭 A fic that ripped your heart out (but it hurt so good)

19. 🤔 The first fic you think of when I say [uplifting]

If you've already got those lined up, your choice!

Ok, so first of all many many many apologies. I started drafting this and then I guess drafting it got rid of the ask? And then it was in my drafts which I don't use and I literally forgot about it. I'm so sorry.

@chromatic-lamina Thank you for the ask, I really appreciate it.

I had like... 4 fics for 18 in here and I remember also planning to add a 5th which I apparently didn't do? Which is because 18 is literally peak fic dynamic. I cannot stress how important emotional pain is to the fanfic experience. I'm not going to add the 5th because I want to actually post this this time.

There are SO MANY fics for this so I will try to be brief, but I make no guarantees. Multi fandom response because nothing was specified and that is how I roll.

First up is Opera Goose's "The Last Christmas" Yu-Gi-Oh, rated T(een), violetshipping (puppyshipping) divorce angst goodness. Seto and Jounouchi have a sweet, caring relationship, and have for years. Their past is carefully folded into the fracturing present, in which Seto's eyes have roamed elsewhere. Jounouchi's insecurities are palpable, but Seto is portrayed with such care that it's hard to hate him when it is so clear just how much of a mistake he's making. Of course, like in any good tragedy, he won't realize his folly until it is too late to do anything about it.

Next I'll plug "Heartwright" by silverwolf_fox. One Piece, rated E(xplicit), Sabo/Rob Lucci arranged marriage omegaverse. Imagine if Sabo never escaped from his parents. Imagine he still lost his memories and shamed his family by getting in the way of a celestial dragon. And also, imagine a strong parallel between an omega education and that that a nobelwoman might have received in the 1800s. Further, the arranged pairing is only part of Lucci's cover story as a shipwright for Galley-La. The fic is still in-progress, but there is more than enough written to fall into Sabo's traumatized mindstate and to be fully invested in his journey of self-discovery as he struggles between what he's been told an alpha will want, Lucci's unconventional expectations, and his own desires.

Trixree's "Breathing Easy (And All Its Associated Complications)" One Piece, rated E(xplicit), developing zolusan with a beautiful wistful tone. The two chapters that are out so far follow the Straw Hats pre-timeskip as Zoro and Sanji both come to terms with their feelings for Luffy and each other. I don't think I can say much more without spoilers, but this is great if you are looking for bittersweet moments exploring human weakness, love, insecurity, and desire.

"A Cornstalk Fiddle" by notbecauseofvictories. Rated T(een). If you have ever seen that viral tumblr post about the Devil Went Down To Georgia fic, this is it and it is solidly on my list of hurt me fics, even though it has a happy ending. The tale is expertly and artistically crafted, creating real, complex, original characters, facing the gritty reality of life. People get sick, life costs money, and a community is plagued by man with too-weak a chin making deals too good to be true. Johnny beats the devil at his own game, over and over again. Being the devil's friend is certainly bad for business, but both seem to be enjoying the arrangement until the devil targets Nina, Johnny's sister-by-choice, for his next deal. The pure emotion between these two is so powerful and timeless, and the careful exploration of their bond tells a gorgeous tale about conflicting desires, the intersection of folly and genius, creative reinterpretation of nature's supposed laws, and the outer bounds of metaphor. The point when it all falls apart never fails to give me feels, even though I already know how the story will end.

19. The uplifting fic. My first instinct for this was perhaps not a conventional understanding of the word "uplifting" which is likely why I didn't answer it and I had saved this as a draft. But I'm going to go with it.

It's A Gift Willingly Given by SalaciousMind. Rated (E)xplicit, Ace/Sabo with Ace as the deity that Sabo is not scarified to during the festival. There are hefty trigger warnings: description of the process of dying, of being involuntarily drugged and ritually scarified, and lots and lots and lots of pain. The writing is beautiful, full of striking imagery and gorgeous prose. I don't think I can give away why this went in "uplifting" and not "hurts so good every time" without spoilers, so I'm just going to have to spoil it under a read more.

So, the point of the fic is that Sabo has disgraced his terrible, noble parents one too many times, so they volunteer to have him be the sacrifice to Whitebeard (the head god of the Pantheon) to restore the family honor. Never mind that he doesn't seem to actually being the one doing the disgracing.

The only trouble is that Sabo's always worshipped a different god more: Ace, the god of fire. He's worshipped him more wholly than any priest of Ace's, because Ace has always been free in a way that he cannot be in his current life. And so, after getting to the temple, Whitebeard offers him a choice.

If he can haul himself over to the pyre where Ace's scarifies go, he can choose to dye for his deity instead of Whitebeard. As a last bit of rebellion, he manages it. Despite being drugged and bound and poisoned, he manages to drag himself over to the pyre, and burn alive, until he meets Ace in the afterlife, where his soul is remade as glass, partner to Ace, earning his own divinity and place in the Pantheon.

There is something just so beautiful about that story, where Sabo manages to find agency in his death, be remade and become something more not only in spite of his family but to spite them, that I just love. And I suppose that is why even though the story is extremely intense, it was the first to come to mind.

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whosscruffylooking · 3 years

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The Purest Things-Something There

Warnings: Mentions of murder. Canon-typical violence.

Word Count: 2.5k

a/n: i am so beyond sorry that it has taken this long to get another chapter out. this doesn’t follow my post schedule that i had previously given, but hopefully this can be a good place holder till later this week.

The Purest Things Masterlist

May 2008

Bookend: "It took me quite a long time to develop a voice, and now that I have it, I am not going to be silent." -Madeleine Albright

"There's no way I'm doing that," you rebuttal, "Hotch? Tell them it's a ridiculous idea." He stays silent, but his mouth twitches slightly.

Oh, you son of a-

"Richards is a classic narcissist. The challenge of facing a tough, fearless, and intelligent woman will give him his high. Narcissists are drawn to goal-oriented women, women who are resilient, adaptable, yet decisive. Show him that you are a good listener, but don't praise him."

"Think of him like a wild animal," Spencer adds, "You don't feed zoo animals because they are unpredictable. Remember, narcissists have an extraordinary sense of self, and when you praise his ego, you enable his unstable and feeble mind. He doesn't hear praise; he hears how much better he is than you. If you don't feed the beast, he won't have the stamina to combat your confidence later."

"Once you disarm him, I'll come in and challenge his confidence," Hotch concludes.

Could you have said that less attractively? That would have been more helpful.

Aaron cheekily smirks as if reading your mind but quickly looks away. You wish you didn't blush so fast-that you had some sense to keep your emotions to yourself. In a second, your cheeks are rosy, and you are convinced that everyone in the room can perceive your feelings as if you wrote them on little notes and passed them around.

You grunt and roll your eyes, "I hate all of you."

Derek snaps his fingers at you, "Lose the jacket."

"All men are pigs," you spit while removing your blazer, leaving you in a fitted tank top and your tight-legged jeans that hug your curves in all of the right places.

Derek wolf whistles at you, and you hurl your jacket at him. Aaron lets his eyes slide up and down your body, his gaze lasting longer than it should. He swears that as you stride into the interrogation room, your hips swing a bit farther side to side than usual. It is the very action that radiates courage, a mind coupled perfectly with itself and the world around it, concentrated and solemn.

Typically, Hotch would divert the task of adulating a narcissist to Prentiss, but he knows if anyone can take command of someone's attention, it's you. How does he know? Because you captivate him far more often than he cares to admit, defying his very being with every interaction. You are a secret weapon that he wants to keep concealed until you can allow your talents to shine genuinely. Aaron knows that now is your moment. ++++ "What is it that I am being accused of? Fraud? Embezzling?" The sharp-dressed businessman questions; his gaze is straying further below your eyes than you care for.

Pig.

You throw a file down on the medal table, and it slides across, stopping right in front of the man, successfully redirecting his stare somewhere other than your chest.

"Try murder."

His eyes widen, "You're joking. Come on, where are the hidden cameras? I'm ready for you to yell candid camera now! I am Milton Richards, for god's sake!"

"I don't know!" You shrug your shoulders. "Why don't you explain this to me, Mr. Richards. I'm just as confused as you are. What reason could a successful, charming, handsome, wealthy business mogul like yourself possibly have to kill someone?"

"Oh please," Richards scoffs, "This isn't an interrogation. You've already pegged me as guilty."

"I don't agree, but you have the right to feel how you feel."

He purses his lips, leaning as far away from you as physically possible while handcuffed to the table.

"Milton, why did you try to escape a moving vehicle when my team apprehended you?"

"Just felt like it, I guess," he shrugs mockingly.

"So, something just randomly compelled you to flee the custody of a federal agent?"

Richards leers at you. You stand up and walk around the table, leaning down next to him, "I get it. I do. You're a suave, wealthy, and ruthless business tyrant. You have to cover your tracks-do what it takes to survive."

He raises his eyebrow, turning to face you, your faces mere inches from each other. I got you now.

"Trust me. I know probably better than anyone what it takes to maintain a position you fought your entire life for. I'm a woman; I had to claw my way into the F.B.I. Do you think it's easy being surrounded by a team filled with uncontrolled testosterone? Womanhood requires balls; I see you keep your balls in your pants, cool, cool. Mine are on my chest, up top. As you've so duly noticed."

His eyes flicker to the aforementioned area, and you restrain yourself from gagging.

"And you know what, Richards? I use them every day of my life. Because in my line of business, sometimes I have to take the backdoor to get things done. Why do I get the sense that you were the same way before you became Mr. Wolf of Wall Street? How else does a kid who grew up in the projects become a multi-millionaire mogul by 27?"

"We both know what the other is capable of. C'mon, let's show each other a bit of respect here. No games, let's be upfront with each other," you appeal. ++++ Aaron watches as you work the room like it is your stage. You play the part perfectly. He admires your ability to absorb things and then responded rather than immediately react to douse firey circumstances rather than add to the flames.

Derek finds himself next to Aaron, smugly observing Aaron's visible fascination with you.

"She's fantastic, Hotch," Derek beams with pride. Hotch holds his breath behind pursed lips in an attempt to barricade himself from the feelings of foolish jealousy he feels creeping up.

I know she is. I think I recognize it a little too well.

Aaron knows that Derek will be scrutinizing his reaction to the commendation and refrains from responding.

Of course, Derek reads this lack of a reaction as a response itself. And he finds it strangely amusing. ++++ "Here's what I think happened," you twirl your finger around the manilla file, "I think you were having some money troubles and your top investors caught onto your little games. When you sat down, you volunteered the crimes fraud and embezzlement as reasons you assumed we brought you into custody. You listed them like they are apparent reasons for us to charge you. Those are two areas you are clearly willing to take the fall for and have cause to oblige by."

Opening the file, a photograph is revealed within of a murder victim. Richards shifts uncomfortably in his seat, stifling a cough.

"Do you know this man?"

"N-no," he claims as his eyes flutter from the photo to his hands.

Surprised by his blatant tell, you glance back at the two-way mirror.

Turning back to the suspect with a newfound spark in your eyes, you press harder, "Strike one. Try again."

"Excuse me?"

"The man in the image is Walter Barone, the C.E.O. of Jameson Whitely Associates...your accounting firm. Your company was going bankrupt, Milton. There was nowhere left for you to turn. So, do you want to try that again? This time, answer my questions directly and honestly."

"Walt had a reserve saved for me worth $5 million. Last week when I approached him about dipping into the fund to keep the company afloat, he withheld it. I wouldn't kill him for it, though."

"Well, see, that's the problem here, Milton. When he was found, that little reserve of yours was nowhere to be found. Naturally, you can assume where my mind goes when I try and put two and two together, right?"

"I told you," he says, clearly provoked by your accusation, "I wouldn't...didn't kill him."

"Wasn't it you, in your book, right? Who said, 'It's surprising what a man will do when properly motivated?' I don't know about you, but losing everything you'd ever worked for and having your one saving grace held from you seems like pretty good motivation."

Silence. "Oh, come on, Milton, now is not the time to act so arrogant!"

He slams his fists on the table; you abstain from being startled in an attempt to show him no fear.

Wild animals can smell fear.

"Arrogant, huh? Why don't you step up and prove me wrong? Prove you're better than me. You despise me for being successful; I despise you for your assumption that you could waltz in here like a tramp and seduce me into giving myself up. What? Too harsh? I'm not sure you and I are even the same species."

Hotch bursts into the room, and you quickly signal for him to stand down. I've got this.

He gives you a prideful wink. I know you do.

Somehow Aaron being in the room gives you that last little push to conclude this grand performance of yours. Slowly, you begin clapping dramatically for his little one-person comedy act. He certainly knows how to play the fool.

"Is that a dare? Challenge accepted. Your entire life, you have suffered from a disease... a fragile ego. You have built these walls of detachment so that you can conveniently solicit status to hide your true, weak self. You lash out because you feel it compensates for your insecurities."

"The truth is, despite being at the top of the corporate chain, every day you lead the life of a loser. You are willing to destroy people psychically, emotionally, and mentally. And you view that as a cause for celebration. You are the embodiment of a loser and abject failure."

Hotch touches the small of your back; you shiver at the sudden warmth that fills your body in reaction to it. He hands you a piece of paper, one that seals Richards' conviction.

"Milton Richards, you are under arrest for the murder of Walter Barone, Hank Simmons, Frankie Lisbon, and Jillian Ryder."

Hotch motions for you to do the honors.

"By all means, lead the way."

Holding yourself proud and tall, you waltz over to Milton and hoist him out of his chair. Inclining your lips to his ear, you tell him contemptuously, "You lose." ++++ "Way to go, superstar! You had us all on the edge of our seats," Derek says, wrapping his muscular arms around you. You breathe in his cologne and savor the sensation of being in his arms.

Since the day you met Morgan, you've felt a draw to him. Not in a romantic way, though you proudly admit he is hands-down one of the most gorgeous men to set foot on earth. He gives you the feeling of safety, warmth, and brotherly love. His hugs rejuvenate you after a long day of work, and you see to it that neither of you leaves the office without receiving your signature embraces.

Aaron observes you and Derek's shared embrace from the shelter of his office. Before he can comprehend his movements, his legs carry him to the terrace overlooking the bullpen.

What do you think you're doing, Hotch? Pull yourself together. They’re friends. Just like you and her are.

Dismissing his inner voice of reason, he calls out to you, "Y/L/N. See me in my office."

You grimace at his tone of voice but abide by his request.

Derek chuckles, "Green is not that man's color."

"What?" You turn to him, confused.

"Goodnight, superstar."

"Night, handsome," you blow him a kiss, trying to brush his comment out of your mind. ++++ "You summoned?"

Aaron's whiskey-colored eyes meet yours. The tempo of your heart quickens like a metronome.

"You did a phenomenal job in there."

"I've learned from the best." You. I've learned from you.

He clears his throat, "Those things you said...a-about the men on this team. Is that how you truly feel?"

Shocked by his willingness to believe such a misleading statement, you gasp and close the distance between the two of you.

You must have some nerve to believe that I would ever view you as anything other than the most upstanding man I've ever met.

"Aaron, what I said in there is further than the truth than I would have liked to have strayed. In fact, it was with you that I finally felt equal as a human being-like someone recognized me for my intellect and self-worth. A woman can't acquire that regardless of how 'equal' this world claims to be."

Aaron finds himself lost in your eyes, absorbing every meaning behind your words.

"It was a freeing feeling having someone I respect so highly show me similar respect."

No. Don't stop talking. Please. Hotch blushes at his inner monologue, incapable of comprehending precisely what kind of influence you hold on him.

"Anyway," you laugh, brushing away a strand of hair that had fallen in your face, "Sorry for my little tangent."

"No," Hotch interjects firmly, "Never apologize for expressing your feelings. I assured you last year that I'll always be available as a sounding board for you. That offer still stands."

Your gaze softens as you study him, his intentions, his mannerisms. He notices your pupils dilate, and it commences a chain reaction within his veins. To him, it's not the fact that you radiate beauty on the outside. Sure, you are physically fit and put in the effort to maintain your appearance. Naturally, that would be why someone like Derek Morgan would have you on his radar.

But, Aaron has gradually grown accustomed to the kindness that you seem to reserve just for him. He sees the differences between how you act around the team versus when you step inside his office or are alone in the car with him, even the way your confidence elevates when he walks into the interrogation room.

These differences aren't unique to just you, though. Aaron notices the same changes in himself when he is around you. Never did he expect to go home from work and lie in bed thinking about the way your eyes strayed on his for a moment too long, or how as he completed paperwork at his desk, he'd replay in his mind a cheesy joke you told the team. He knows how you like your coffee from observing you in the break room one too many times.

One cream, two sugars.

Your laughter warms his body from the inside out. When you talk about your favorite comic book with Prentiss and Morgan, the twinkle in your eye never fails to bring a smile to his face. He knows that you hate getting out of the car when it rains because your perfectly straightened hair that you spent god knows how long on will undoubtedly curl.

His changes were less evident on the outside. But, he knew that deep down, there is something there that wasn't there before.

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I'm primarily a Mephiro shipper but I know you like MephAmaiRin and I'm curious about how you feel about your OT3 in these scenarios: 9, 27, 29, 31, 36 and 45 (This is for that "Send me a ship and a number and I'll tell you" ship post) and sorry I know it was supposed to be one number but I was curious about all of these haha

I will also gladly do a mephiro too ;D don’t hold back, I’m a multi-shipper at heart. But hell yeah ot3 :D

9. Do they discuss big issues? Religion? Marriage? Children? Death?

-Religion probably not, or in the vein of what goes on in canon so it’s nbd to any of them. Marriage, Rin is pretty much well if they’re happy with whatever we’ve got going on, it’s cool (tho he’d also be thrilled for an actual wedding, if only as a reason to get all his friends/family around for a celebration bc he’s sociable like that). But it’s right up there with the “love” topic and something Rin edges around bc he knows they’re not quite ready to hear that stuff. Children never really come up bc Rin doesn’t realize it’s even an option (tho given certain demons’ shapeshifting abilities~). And again, all things human concerns so Mephisto/Amaimon don’t look at them the same way Rin does so when the topics do come up, it’s usually Rin being the odd one out with his human upbringing making something like death more of a big deal. Mephisto knows to handle heavy topics a bit more delicately in a way that Rin understands if only bc he’s used to humanity by now. (I could write like an essay on how they each approach these topics and heavy issues in general but I just realized how many questions I have to get thru yet XD).

27. Do they have kids? Grow old together? Split up?

--I see Rin either adopting various strays he’s picked up and imprinted on over the years and Mephisto/Amaimon just huff and accept that they’re gonna have to share Rin’s attention with others. (Tho again, fun with shapeshifting vessels means I’d get to play with the ot3 and their horrible eldritch abominations/children and Rin being trailed by a flock of monsters he refers to as his babies lol). I tend to take that Rin’s demon heart makes him more like a demon king/satan than a typical nephilim that only live for 200 years so they definitely grow “old” together in a sense of the word lol But for splitting up, I’d say that in the end, it becomes a good-natured relationship between them and Rin throughout the ages. They might spend some centuries closer than others, and some more apart as they enjoy their various hobbies but never really “break up”.

29. How do they handle disasters or emergencies? Minor injuries? Sickness?

--Oooh well they’re really going thru it rn in canon XD So much like that, Mephisto’s probably got a plan, Amaimon’s a one-demon battering ram, and Rin is out there in the middle of things totally clueless but ready to throw hands lmao Minor injuries are made a big fuss of by Mephisto for himself, those giant bandaids and requests for someone to kiss his owies better while Amaimon just stares into the camera like he’s on the office and Rin sighs and complies. Sickness is just an excuse for attention and they all take advantage of it since it happens so rarely (if ever, do we even know if demons can contract an illness? Maybe a demonic one like I did for the Quarantine Au lol). Thus, Rin becomes a living space heater and provider of hot soup, Amaimon is there with the absentminded hair brushing and tea, and Mephisto is awful but he might carry them to bed or help them take a bath/order Belial to give them a bath when he’s especially lazy lmao

31. Do they finish each other’s sentences? Pick up any phrases or habits from each other? Know when the other is hiding something?

--Rin and Mephisto are kings of being teasing shitheads to each other and definitely not above poking at inside jokes or little things like finishing sentences. Amaimon picks up habits all the time, constantly watching Rin/Mephisto bc he’s curious about the things they’re interested in and why. Rin is a terrible liar and they both know when he’s hiding anything, rip to him lmao Though they might guess he’s hiding something, but not what and he surprises them all the time. Amaimon is another open book, but only bc he doesn’t see the point in lying and will be blunt about most things or clam up and not say anything when he doesn’t want to answer. Annnd Mephisto is a horrible/perennial liar and at this point it’s safer to assume he’s hiding something than not. Tho he rarely fully lies, preferring to lie with the truth or let ppl lie to themselves. Rin/Amaimon are used to picking out when he’s masking things he’d rather not talk about, tho cornering him is the tricky part.

36. What’s their greatest strength as a couple? Their weakness?

--These guys are a power ot3 100% :D Rin doesn’t humanize them so much as bring out the best aspects of them, and they repay it with meeting him halfway. It’s all about getting Rin to recognize his role as Satan’s nephil/ the new godking of gehenna while also accepting the human piece of Rin and accommodating it into their lives. Their weakness is definitely that Mephisto refuses to let anyone really know his plans, and those can be unintentionally self-destructive, plus he tends to displace all his stress onto Amaimon as a convenient punching bag and Rin isn’t cool with that. They’re all incredibly stubborn too, so arguments aren’t always about changing each other’s minds, so much as letting them know what they’re going to do and doing it anyway.

45. Any special dreams or goals they have as a couple? Any heartbreaks? Regrets?

--Annnnd last question~ This is fun lol Mephisto just wants what he always has, to have the freedom to play with his sandbox/Assiah without someone trying to take his toys away or mess with them, as long as he has that, he’s happy playing with his toys and enjoying the excitement Rin and Amaimon bring to his life. Rin mostly just wants to explore the world (I’m thinking end of the series he goes off and takes Amaimon with to see all the cool places he’s always wanted to travel to, possibly picking up new cooking techniques along the way lol). He probably sticks around as paladin and mephisto sends him on fun missions to pick up haunted dolls for his prank collection XD They live it day by day, eternity makes it less crucial to have an end goal. Tho Rin’s biggest goal is to get them to the point where they can hear him say love without it making them act weird lol Heartbreaks probably come into play when the people closest to Rin begin to die from old age, leaving Rin to come to terms with it. Mephisto/Amaimon can logic it out why he’s upset, and they’ve seen enough humans die/react to death that they understand it’s difficult for them, but they still lack the compassion/sympathy to really help him and he’d have to do the emotional brunt work.

Ooh man this ended up long lmao There’s so much more to add too T.T

Thanks for the ask~ @entitycreation

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Ghosts chp 19

Billy x Katrina

A/N: this is a multi chapter series that will contain smut, angst, fluff, substance abuse

Billy's POV

Sirens blared as we sped down the road away from the cabin. I was tucked the side of the ambulance, out of the way of the EMTs who were trying to stop Katrina's bleeding.

She had passed out for a few minutes but her eyes were fluttering open again, just a little before squeezing shut as tears started pouring down her cheeks.

Her chest shuddered as she sobbed, "Billy?"

I leaned forward so she could see me and laced our fingers together, squeezing tight, "I'm here, Katrina, it's gunna be okay."

"I'm scared," she choked, meeting my eyes.

"Hey," I murmured, "it's okay, I'm right here, babe."

Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment before she whispered, "Baskin Robbins.."

"What?"

"Did you know...they have thirty one flavours?"

I stared at her, confused, and she choked on a wet laugh.

"I'm gunna die and I don't even know...which one's my favorite."

I smirked, shaking my head before tipping it into her hand, "no you won't. You're gunna be fine and I'll buy you more ice cream than you could ever eat, you hear me?"

I looked back up at her and noticed her eyes had closed again.

Katrina's POV

It hurts. My muscles feel like I just finished a marathon, my head is pounding. The light filtering through my eyelids is too bright, every noise too loud. Most of all, my heart hurts.

My heart aches for Olivia, losing the man she loved to gain a reaper in his place. Having her dreams of a happy life crushed in his bloody hands. She had her life poisoned and taken away by the person she was supposed to spend the rest of her life with.

My heart hurts for Neil. For having been tortured, broken and molded into a shell of himself. He had been twisted so much that he no longer had the capacity to love. The things he wanted, a loving wife and kids, instead became heavy burdens.

And most of all, my heart burns for Billy. The boy who lost every parent he's known because of Neil's trauma. The boy who blamed himself for years, who's biggest fear in life is taking up that torch from his father instead of extinguishing the flames.

It hurts and I'm so exhausted.

I could hear Billy and Steve talking, could feel my head throbbed painfully to the sound.

"Too loud," I croaked.

"Katrina?" Billy asked, "are you awake?"

I could feel his hand slide around mine, squeezing gently.

"You're so loud," I mumbled.

Steve snorted, "good morning to you too. Is it actually you now?"

I opened my eyes a little, squinting at him and held up my middle finger, making them both bark out a laugh.

"Where are we?"

"In the hospital, you were pretty hurt," Steve answered, "do you remember what happened?"

I shook my head a little, "only pieces. I remember seeing him and then being in the house, bleeding and now I'm here."

"Neil," Billy grumbled, "do you still feel him with you?"

"I don't know...I'm just tired, everything hurts."

He leaned forward to press a kiss to my forehead, "okay, it's okay. I'll go find a doctor, see if they'll let you out of here, alright?"

"Thanks," I murmured.

He walked out, leaving me with Steve, who was eyeing me carefully.

"Why didn't you tell us something was wrong? We could have brought you to the girls."

I sighed, "I didn't realize, didn't know he would do that...that he could take over like that. I didn't think he'd hurt me..."

Steve's shoulders tightened a bit, "we had to tell the doctors you were attacked. They would have put you in psyche if we didn't and we need to watch you, make sure he doesn't hurt anyone else...we're taking you to Audrey, you'll be staying there for a while."

I swallowed thickly, nodding, "okay."

"You're kidding," Billy growled.

Audrey crossed her arms in front of her chest, "not even a little."

"Audrey, you can't just lock her in here," he argued, gesturing at the room behind him.

The room I'd been locked in before, in the basement of their house. The sparse, cold room that I'd woken up alone in after everything went wrong.

She scoffed, "so you'd rather her wander around not in control of her own body?"

"I'm right here," I mumbled.

Audrey looked towards me, "I'm sorry, Katrina, but we don't really have a choice. We don't want you or anyone else getting hurt."

I gave her a weak smile, "it's okay."

Billy clenched his jaw, gritting his teeth together, but helped me shuffle to the bed. Helped me ease down, holding my arms tight so I didn't move too quickly and pull my stitches. He cupped my face after I was settled and placed a gentle kiss to my forehead, nose and finally my lips.

"Get some rest and heal up, okay? We still need to figure out which flavour at Baskin Robbins is your favorite," he smiled.

"What?"

He chuckled, "you don't remember? You were crying about ice cream in the ambulance."

I groaned, tipping my head backwards as my cheeks heated. He just laughed harder and kissed me again, mumbling about me being adorable.

I looked around, noticing little changes to the room since the last time I'd been locked in here. There were now plush fur and knitted blankets folded across the bed, a stack of books on the bedside table, even a little TV and a selection of movies. The girls had tried to make the room more comfortable, though no matter how many creature comforts you add, it still felt like being locked in a box.

The door opened and I looked over to see Riley with a tray of food in her hands.

"Dinner," she smiled, coming over to set the tray on the table beside my bed.

She held my hand and helped me slide up the bed, placing pillows behind me so I could sit up a little. The tray she placed in my lap was covered in food. Bowls of soup with steaming biscuits and glasses of iced tea, there was even a little plate of chocolate chip cookies.

"I know there's another person in my head but he doesn't need food, we share the same stomach," I joked.

She snorted, "I wanted to join you. If you want my company that is."

I smiled at her, "thanks."

We dug into our food, dunking buttery biscuits into hearty chicken soup and sipping sugary sweet iced tea until we were full.

"Did you make all that?"

Riley nodded, "I like to cook, takes my mind off things."

"If you teach me how to make those biscuits, I'll teach you how to make iced tea."

She laughed, "you didn't like it? I put a lot of effort stirring the powder into water."

I smirked, "that stuff is too sweet for me. I...my ex was from the south, she converted me."

Riley nodded, a small smile on her lips, "Steve told me about that, I'm sorry about what happened."

I bit the inside of my cheek to hold back tears, "thanks...at least I can still see her though."

"Do you still?"

I puffed out a breath, "I hope so...I haven't seen or felt anyone else since the spell, it's just been Neil."

"Right...is he, do you still...feel him?"

I shook my head, "no, maybe he's gone, maybe he's weakened...I don't know."

She laid a gentle hand over my leg, "we'll figure it out, don't worry. Everything will be fine."

It took two weeks for my stitches to be removed, for me to be able to move around by myself. I got to see Ally, Olivia and Elle again during those two weeks which was a blessing. But I still felt like something was off, like things were too quiet.

It took three weeks for the silence in my head to be broken by Neil's deep and buttery smooth voice.

"Hello, pet."

I jumped, looking around my room to the small mirror on the dresser where I saw his face looking back at me.

"What do you want?"

"Oh, come now, pet," he chided, "are you mad at me?"

I clenched my jaw, turning away to mumble, "you said you wouldn't hurt me."

I swore I could feel the warmth of a hand on my face, "I didn't mean to, I lost control. Being dead has...changed me."

I chewed my lip but felt a soft tug pulling it from my teeth and looked back at him, confused.

"Was that...are you able to touch me?"

His reflection faded, showing me that I was holding my own face.

"We are connected," he explained, his reflection coming back, "I want to show you something. Close your eyes."

He waited for me to obey before continuing, "good. Now, relax. Imagine yourself stepping back, letting go of your body."

I let my body relax completely, felt myself detach from my body and found myself in a different room. A dimly lit room with two dark, plush chairs sat in front of a fireplace.

"What is this?" I asked.

Our voices had a wispy echo to them. Ethereal, like we were in a different world here.

"This is my space," he explained, coming into the flickering light, "our space now. We can see each other here."

He stepped close to me, the smell of him washing over me, intoxicating. Reached a hand out to run his fingers through my hair.

"We can feel each other here," he murmured.

I gasped, flinching away from his touch and he dropped his hand with a tight smile.

"Trust me."

"I thought you were gone," I murmured, "it's been weeks."

I realized there was a part of me that wanted him to stay, that had been upset thinking he had left me. That didn't want the quiet that came without him.

He sighed, "I used too much energy when I took control of you. I needed you to heal so I could get my strength back."

"So your strength comes from me?"

"I told you, we're connected."

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