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ghostofthemost141 · 6 months

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Pt. 1 Pt.2 Pt.3

Pairing: Ghost x F!Reader, First POV, no use of (Y/N)

Word Count: 2,488

Themes: Angst, Self Loathing

About: After the end of the zombie apocalypse, the world may be back to normal, but your life is at a standstill as Task Force 141 works to try and find a reverse cure for your boyfriend Ghost.

Notes: This was inspired by a little drabble someone wrote here on Tumblr and when I went to try and find it, I couldn't find it so if someone finds it please let me know so I can give credit to them since this short is based off of that post. I also decided not to use (Y/N) for this one and instead everyone calls you Dolly, which means a gift of God that Simon gave you. Hope you enjoy!

How long does this have to go on for? I feel as if this is torture to keep him in here. I just want to reach in there and hold his hand, but it wouldn’t do me any good. It would hurt more, much, more.

“‘Ou in here, Dolly?” A thick, accented voice came through, calling me by my nickname.

“Hm.” I respond back, not taking my eyes off of him.

It was Johnny, coming to check on me for the millionth time. It’s going to be the same old, same old so I don’t know why he even bothers at this point. Johnny stopped next to me, him standing and me sitting on the ground, as he stared into the incubator containment thing that was across the room. Every once in a while, he will make a groaning or growling noise at me, but that was it.

“Dinner is ready. Price sent me to fetch ya.” Johnny told me.

“Just do it without me.” I mumbled, not moving my eye contact.

Johnny sighed in slight annoyance, but I ignored it.

“You gotta come eat with us, Dolly. He wouldn’t want you to do that to yourself.”

I tightly shut my eyes together, hearing what he used to sound like in my head, as if he was scolding me. But that voice would never come, for his husky, deep voice was replaced by deep gutter growls that don’t mean nothing but the fact that I am his next meal.

You need to eat, love. S’not good for you to not eat.

I could almost hear him saying it, but it was just my mind playing tricks on me.

“I just want to be alone, McTavish.” I strongly said.

Johnny sighed, but remained where he was at. I wanted to yell at him, but I didn’t have the strength nor energy to do it.

“We are still lookin’ and tryin’, you know that righ’?”

I nodded in response, knowing what he was going to say. He says it every time he catches me in here.

“I’ll save ya a plate.”

Johnny finally turned and exited the room. It’s not that I didn’t mind the company, it’s just that I am tired of hearing the same old shit.

“We are still lookin’ and tryin’, you know that righ’?”

“It’s hard to find a cure, kid.”

“We are doing our best.”

“He will be cured soon.”

Soon. Soon. I feel like they are just lying to me at this point. I know they are just trying to keep my spirits afloat, but how can you when the person you love the most is kept in solitude in order to prevent him from turning you? His eyes were a cloudy white instead of his normal bright, blue azure eyes. They’ve managed to keep his organs and body alive so when we do, or if we find a cure his body will be normal, as if he was never turned in the first place. It wasn’t the fact that he turned that scared me the most, it was the fact that as soon as Simon realized he was bitten, he tried to break his own jaw to prevent him from hurting us. In retrospect, he was doing it to protect us, but he only stopped when I was basically wrestling him to not do it, in case we found a cure. That was the last time his beautiful, piercing eyes looked into mine with so much emotion. Simon is stubborn and always wants to do things his way, but for once in his life, he listened to me. It wasn’t long after that he turned. I watched him turn and before he did, Simon made me promise that if he tried to hurt me, that I would stop him, by any means necessary. Ironically enough, and kind of funny, but Simon as a zombie is nothing compared to how slick and quick he is in real life. The rest of the task force was able to apprehend him before he could even come close to me and stick him in the incubator, where he has been staying in for the past month. I miss him so much. I never thought I would miss our miserable times out in the field or us sitting outside in the miserable freezing cold because it was the only time we could get some alone time together or even us sparring together. I just want Simon back. A deep grumble in my stomach brought me back to reality. Johnny is right. For once he is right. I stretched my arms and legs out, stood up on my feet, and began to walk out of the room.

“Rrrrrrr..”

A deep growl came from the incubator. I turned to find Simon leaning onto the glass, those clouded eyes piercing through my soul.

“I’ll be back, Simon, I promise.”

A deep hiss came from his throat, his arm reaching out as if he was trying to reach for me. I can’t watch this, it hurts me so much. I immediately walked out of the room, and shut the door behind me, hearing his growls grow louder. I don’t know if that is his way of trying to communicate with us or he is truly… I shook my thoughts away and made my way to the dining hall.

I almost envy the guys. They can just pretend that everything is normal and there’s nothing going on, meanwhile my partner, the love of my life, is stuck in his own hell prison. They always try to uplift my spirits and sometimes it works, but on days like today, I’d rather be left alone than try and pretend that everything is okay. As soon as I was done eating, I just went into my room to go to sleep. I didn’t have the heart to go back into the incubator room. Whether or not he was still conscious in his mind, it still hurt me to see him like that. I like to think he is, but that honestly makes me feel worse knowing he is trapped in his own mind and body, while we aren’t even close to finding a cure.

“Oh Si..” I grumbled, trying to contain my tears, “I’m so sorry.”

The tears escaped my eyes, running rapidly down my face, as the memories of him and I came flooding back, from when he was human, before this apocalypse happened. I came to the task force two years ago and it is kind of embarrassing to say but I was head over heels for Simon as soon as I saw him. The more missions we did together, the harder I fell for him. Maybe it was his attitude, or the mask, or his accent, but I was falling hard. It wasn’t until one night were the entire task force had been drinking more than they should and Simon ended up following me back to my room that night. It was as if we had been together for years prior to that, we just clicked so much. We started dating in secret and it wasn’t until right before the apocalypse happened, that we were busted by Price. Of course he wasn’t happy about it, but by the time everything went down, he didn’t care at that point. Simon was protecting me when he got bit and it was my own damn fault. I wasn’t paying attention and Simon took the bite for me. He shouldn’t have. I should be dead right now and he should be alive. Not me, no, not me. I deserve it after all because Simon is the reason why he is trapped in his own body. We are never going to find a cure. And it is all because of-

*KnockKnock*

“Hey Doll?”

Price.

“Come in..” I mumbled.

The door swung open, emitting the hallway light into my pitch black room.

“Oh, blimey. You’re gonna ruin your eyesight in ‘ere.” Price commented.

I just shrugged my shoulders in response.

“Just came to check in on ya. I managed to get a hold of a base that's a bit of a drive, but it could be our chance.”

“Are you for real this time?” I ask urgently.

“As real as shiet, Dolly.” Price confirmed, earning a chuckle out of me.

I sighed, with some relief in mind.

“We will get ‘im back. I promised yous that a long time ago and I damn well intend to keep that promise. You hear?”

“I hear ya, Captain.” I said.

“Alright, goodnight, Dolly.”

“Goodnight.” I softly said as Price shut my door, and walked off.

There is some good in this life. I will soon have my Simon back and we will be back in each other's arms, cuddling, fucking, drinking tea, watching shitty rom-com movies, and much more. He will be back. He will be..

…

..rrrrr

What? What the fuck was that?

.rrrrrrrr.

I wanted to move but for some reason that noise paralyzed me into being still. It sounded familiar and that is what scared me the most.

Rrrrrrrrrrr.

It was louder and closer this time. Please don’t tell me-

Rahhhhhhhhh

I jolted out of bed, grabbing the hidden knife I have in my mattress and cornered it into my room.

Rah..rah..

What the hell was this? Or who the hell was it? Keeping my eye on what it was, I slowly tip-toed backwards to my room light and flicked it on, my heart dropping.

“What?”

“How?”

I mumbled out loud, seeing Simon standing there, staring at me with those hideous clouded eyes.

“How did you get out?” I tearfully pleaded, knowing he can’t respond.

Simon just stared, slowly stepping towards me, groaning in the process. I kept my knife in front of me, just in case.

“Listen to me love. If I try to bite you, you end me no matter what? Do ‘ou understand?”

Simon’s words echoed in my head, remembering what he told me. I didn’t want to do this, no, please don’t make me do this.

“S-Stay away, please.” I croaked.

Simon kept sauntering towards me, slowly and surely, his growls and moans getting louder the closer he got to me. Everytime he stepped forward, I stepped back. I needed to obey his words, but I couldn't. I can’t do it.

“Simon. Please.”

“Dahhhhh….”

I could feel my whole body start to shake as I realized Simon pinned me into a corner. The closer he got, the more my heart raced. This is it. This was it. I am going to die. But I’d rather die than kill the love of my life.

“Si..”

I sunk down, dropped the knife, and held my face as he got up as close as he humanely could.

“D-Don’t..p-please.”

I sobbed, holding myself.

“Doll..”

What? Did he just.. No he didn’t, it’s all in my head. I am dead now, I just haven’t felt the pain yet of his teeth sinking into my-

“Dolllllyyyyy…”

That time I heard it. That was real. Getting some kind of courage, I stopped hiding my face and looked up at him. Simon was leaning down, looking at me, but his face was different. The same clouded eyes were there, but it was as if he was marveling at me.

“Simon?”

“Dooolllllyyyyyy…”

Dolly. He was calling me Dolly. My nickname he had given me when we first started seeing each other. I never knew Simon Riley would be expected to give someone a nickname but he did. His voice was deep and guttural, but I could hear his accent peeking out.

“Simon, are you there?” I asked, standing up on my feet.

“Rrrrrr….preeetttyyyy Dolllllyyyyy.”

“Oh Si..” I leaned in, holding his cheeks.

He still had most of his gear on, except he had his balenciaga mask on instead of his skull mask. I wanted to take it off so bad to really see his beautiful face, but it scared me to do so. Even though he was consciously still there, there was no telling what he would do out of his control. Tears ran rapid down my face, knowing that this confirmed my worst fear, that he was trapped within his own mind.

“Dolllyyyyyyy..cryyyinnngggggg…” Simon growled out.

I quickly wiped away my tears to not worry him.

“No, no I am fine, Simon, I promise.” I reassured him.

*BANG*

“GET HIM!!”

“RAAHHHHHHHHH”

“NO DON’T-”

In two seconds flat, Price and them busted in, angered Simon, and subdued him. The growls that came from Simon were so animalistic, as if he was no longer Simon.

“He could’ve bit you!!” Soap shouted at me.

“No, he recognized me! He called me Dolly!” I swore as Price, Gaz, and Soap were struggling to keep Simon contained.

“This’ll do.” Price mumbled as he took out a serum that would knock his ass out.

Simon saw it and cried out in animalistic rage, but the three of them managed to keep him on the ground.

“Wait, wait, please!!” I screamed.

The three men turned to me, waiting for what I was going to do next, but kept their arms and body weight on top of Simon. I got on my knees and approached Simon, who was thrashing around and growling at the three of them.

“Si.” I call him, his cloudy eyes immediately locking with me.

“We need to travel to get a cure, but we are almost there. I promise you.” I croaked, feeling the same tears and sadness returning.

“Rr..rrr. Dolllyyyyy.”

“Yes, I am Dolly. Your Dolly, Simon.” I comforted him, holding his cheek and running my thumb over the free skin that was on his face.

The tears fell down my face, as Simon relaxed into my touch.

“Pretttyyyyy..Dolllllyyyyyy.”

Before I could even react, Price injected the serum into Simon, who didn’t even react and only kept his focus on me.

“Dolll…yyyyy.”

Simon’s cloudy eyes then shut and remained still. I could feel the three men look at me.

“Fuck..” Gaz mumbled as he, Soap, and Price got off of the almost lifeless Simon.

I had cried out all of the tears that were left in me.

“Sweetie..” Price approached me.

I raised my head up and looked at him, in which he had a very genuine smile on his face.

“We gotta pack up now so we can head up ‘Orth and save your hubby.” Price told me.

I chuckled hearing him call Simon my hubby, despite us not being married.

“Yes, Captain.” I said, getting my composure together.

Price grabbed my hand and helped me to my feet. I stared at the still Simon, who was breathing normally as if he was not what he was right now. But the thought of it being so close to him being back to normal, makes me so happy. We are nearly there, Simon, we are nearly there.

“Alright, let’s load up gang.”

END

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wispscribbles · 6 months

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Mw3 spoilers (just a long personal ramble)

Hiii. So

As soon as the pre-release came out on, I hunted down spoilers, because I know myself and knew that if someone died and I got that information out of the blue, I wouldn’t take it well. Jokes on me, because I still haven’t been taking it well lol

I won’t talk about how Soap’s death was handled or the quality of the game. Plenty of smarter people are doing so.

I try not to talk a lot about myself and irl stuff on here, but will just say: I am very unwell, mentally. (Cue silence because that’s not surprising at all) Something I am very aware that I do, is that I latch onto fiction with my whole being, usually one specific character. For some reason, I always latch onto the character that ends up dead, usually in a way that make them only exist to further the motivations of other characters. It sucks.

So my hope for Soap has never been great, but for some reason I was still so shocked?? I don’t know, I tricked myself into thinking this time was different. Such an iconic character with so much good setup for great character development. I knew someone would die, but ow. To me, he was the element that made 141 seem more like family than coworkers. Soap’s interactions with the rest just livened up the games so much and made them all shine. Especially Ghost. Their dynamic, man.

Soap was the character that intrigued me enough to jump into the cod rabbit hole. It feels very hollow without him.

I keep telling myself that it’s silly to be so hurt over something fictional, and that I can just treat it as a mcd fanfic and move on, but nope. Brain’s stuck in the bad stuff. It’s a bad habit of mine to let something like this affect me so much, but well. Logic vs feeling and all that.

I really did find so much comfort in Soap this last year, that I severely needed. It feels a little like losing someone I know, someone who helped me through a rough time. I related to something in him and felt inspired. I only started writing after getting into ghostsoap, I started working out and I got back into art after a very long burnout. It may be fiction, but the impact is not.

So that was pretty much the worst case scenario of what mw3 could be to me. I always knew the risk, but, once again, ow. But there also seems to be plenty of good stuff in the game that I enjoy. I’m happy with the Ghost and Soap dialogue, the whole team working together and seeing Laswell and Farah and Alex and Nik. I hope I can be inspired by some of the new content once I’m calmer.

And I was worried they would ignore Ghost and Soap’s relationship after their development in mw2, but they genuinely seem to have gotten real close. It’s nice. I thought the shipping might scare the game devs into never having them appear in a scene together again, so that’s a plus.

Bottom line to all this is: I probably need a little break to get my head sorted. The grief is surprisingly real, it’s triggered some old stuff for me (haven’t been sleeping or eating, been stuck in some old thoughts). I’ll need to calm down and become a bit more normal about this again. Part of the grief isn’t so much about Soap himself, but also just the safe space that this account has been. The very nature of how the fandom is going to interact with Soap and Ghostsoap is going to change now, and man… I liked how it was, y’know? Could’ve used a little longer in that bubble. There’s going to be plenty of new fics and art, lovely stuff as always, but many of them will be tinged with grief, and I’m not in a place where that won’t break me a little.

I will hopefully come back to posting and making stuff once my brain settles down. I have so many drafts for fics and ideas that I hope I can return to. I’ve gotten so used to drawing these lads that I doubt I can stop tbh

The version of Soap that we love is already evolved from the games due to all the time and care the community has put into the character. The games may have killed him, but luckily, he’s fictional. We can do what we want, same as before.

I’m not even saying that I wish they hadn’t killed him. The games are crafting a story that fits their audience. It makes sense.

But I will choose to live in one of the many universes we’ve created for Soap, where he is alive and cared for, with a found family and a spooky lieutenant with a soft spot for him. Good for him.

Hope you’re all taking care of yourselves. RIP canon Soap (again). Thanks to Neil for a wonderful portrayal. And no matter where we go from here, thanks for a wonderful year of creating with you lovely folks. Seriously, some of the kindest people I’ve met in fandom. <3

Lastly: fuck you Kevin O’Reilly, but more importantly, sincerely thank you. (CallMeKevin video about mw2 got me into this mess. Otherwise I was keeping cod at an arm’s length, but he’s my fav youtuber, so I watched it. And here we are!)

#if u don’t wanna read: I’ll be taking a small break for mental health reasons but expect to be back and creating for this fandom again <3 #mw3 #mw3 spoilers #cod mwiii #mwiii spoilers #call of duty mwiii #ghostsoap #wispy update #always feel anxious posting anything emotional but feel like this one deserved a proper update #you’re all wonderful ppl ily #hopefully see you soon !

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mikanotes · 6 months

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ghosts’ guidance

furina x gn!reader — 5.7k words

genre: angst, comfort, more than friends

warnings: mentions of death, murder, ghosts (a lot), paranoia, anxiety and loneliness. reader and furina both have their own issues, canon divergence!!! made up my own lore and a whole festival for the sake of halloween spirit everybody shut up, possibly ooc furina, made up french festivities names LOL

synopsis: You and Furina struggle with past regrets, and a terrifying encounter ends up guiding you to something a bit more hopeful.

author’s note: spent like five days on this So sorry it’s super long um. i liked the idea for the plot. enjoy!

“Welcome, one and all, to the Grand Parade des Peurs!” Furina’s voice echoes around the large hall of Hotel Debord. “I am your Archon, Focalors— And tonight, I am also the one to present to you all the fantastic festivities the dear people of Fontaine have planned!”

The Grand Parade des Peurs. One of the most awaited yearly events in Fontaine. It is, as the name implies, a festival of scares. Based on rumors about old water spirits as well as passed down ghost stories, the legend of the Ghost Parade was created— A parade of translucent spirits walking through somewhere in Fontaine, only seen on the last day of October, the one closest to the realm of the dead. Or so they say.

Furina was the one to turn it into a festival, deciding to use the nervousness of Fontainians and turn it into a sense of excitement, befitting of the general atmosphere of the nation.

And so the Grand Parade des Peurs was born.

“Today’s main festivities are ‘Un Bonbon ou un Sort’, where, as you all probably know, one knocks on the door of each house down the streets to ask for a treat to steer away a trick.” Furina explains, “Then, of course, a performance created by one of our Nation’s most renowned theater troupe brought to Vasari Passage, free to anyone walking up to it! The excitement is all in the Court itself, for the night!”

There’s a rumble of conversations in the lower area of Hotel Debord, all brimming with excitement. Furina smiles to herself, waiting for the perfect moment to pump up the energy again—

“And the best part!” she exclaims, grabbing everyone’s attention and effectively silencing them. “The breathtaking, and beautifully haunting Ghost Parade.”

Cheers are heard all around the place, making Furina chuckle as she crosses her leg over the other, chin settling into her hand. She looks down at the crowd fondly. She wishes she could have made an announcement in a bigger space than Hotel Debord, but it was the best next thing after Opera Epiclese itself. Nevertheless, with loudspeakers stationed around the Court of Fontaine, the festivities are sure to be made aware to everyone that is in the city.

So all is well!

Furina stands to her feet at the edge of the railing on the upper floor of the hotel. “As you all know, the Ghost Parade appears at an unknown location every time… So a Ghost Hunt event is in place for whoever is willing to find it!” she continues, arms extending as she speaks.

The movement makes her slip ever so slightly and for a moment she wonders if she’ll actually die. Her heel moves on the railing and her eyes widen as she feels herself losing her balance. Gasps of terror are heard from everyone watching. She exclaims in fear, stumbling backwards from the upper floor balcony— Just before your hand catches hers.

You stare at her, wide-eyed, and she mirrors your expression. She’s desperately trying to catch and hold onto her breaths. Oh, Celestia.

Her shoes are still pressed against the edge of the railing, her weight held by your hand alone as you try to keep her from falling further.

Furina thinks, fast— She has to make this appear normal. She can’t be seen slipping so ridiculously! She’s Focalors! She blinks, before dramatically tilting her head backwards.

“Got you!” she exclaims, an easy grin pulling at her lips. “That’s your first scare of the night. You all ought to hold onto your candy baskets if a simple scare such as this gets you jumping! Beware~”

There’s sighs of relief and exclamations and laughs. Furina feels herself sighing in relief more so because the people are pleased rather than because she’s not injured from falling from a tall balcony.

You pull her back to her feet with ease, somehow making this look like it was really all prepared in advance and made for her audience (which it evidently was not), and she laughs boisterously. “On this note, happy Parade des Peurs to you all!” she exclaims, brightening up the atmosphere once again. She still holds onto your hand tightly as she stands on the balustrade, and she hides her trembling with a practiced smile.

Once everyone is back to focusing on their own lives and what they’ll do for the evening, Furina jumps back to the welcoming security of the floor and almost immediately falls to her knees. “That could’ve been terribly embarrassing.” she thinks. “I’ve got to thank—“

“Are you that startled?” you ask with a huff, crouching to meet her gaze. Her eyes widen and she sits up immediately, fixing her hair and clothes.

“Well, no.” she says, pursing her lips. “This was all according to plan, after all!”

“What plan…” you mumble, shaking your head. “In any case, if you’re not too startled, do you also happen to be free?” you ask.

Furina blinks as she looks up at you. “Hm? Me? No. I’m the Archon.” she scoffs, before clearing her throat. “Well, I can make a bit of time… What is it?” she asks, looking anything but disheveled, despite all that just happened.

“About that.” you say, looking away. She notices the nervousness on your features and narrows her eyes. That’s an expression that makes her heart drop. She likes it, in set contexts. Right now, she cannot tell. Are you nervous for a good reason?

“We haven’t spent the festival together in a long while, since we’re both busy. You, especially.” you say, looking down at your nails in a bored manner. Now Furina can smile. The good kind of nervous, it is. “If you’re free, wanna hang out around the city together? I heard there’s a Ghost Special menu at Cafe Lucerne, or something, and lots of sweets, so…”

“I think I can fit that in my schedule.” she says casually, rising to her feet. She looks down at you, hands finding her hips. “Well, what are you waiting for? Let’s go!”

It’s easy to slip back into old habits— Hooking her arm with yours and walking off wherever. She missed this. She doesn’t think about it more than this.

Fontaine has an entirely different atmosphere during the festival. The city is full of lights and spooky decorations. There’s artists illustrating the way they think the Parade will look, this time, and people running around with baskets filled with candy. The walk from Hotel Debord to Cafe Lucerne is a bit long, and there’s at least ten people dressed up in scary costumes who manage to make you and Furina flinch on the way.

Furina spots a Fonta ad plastered on a wall, and sees it at least ten times more during your walk to the cafe. Of course they’d make a Festival Special. Everyone makes their own craft’s very own ‘special’ thing for the Parade des Peurs. Furina likes this. Everyone gathering and sharing their own things. All the initial fear around the original story of the Parade feels like it’s dissipated— Which is what she wanted for her people. So she’s happy.

“You look happy.”

Furina startles out of her thoughts and looks at you, smile widening. “Of course.” she scoffs a little, like it’s obvious. “Have you ever seen me be anything but?”

You laugh at that and give her a look. “Should I be lying, or…?”

She rolls her eyes a little but her smile doesn’t falter. You’re right, after all. Saying she’s always happy would be a stupid lie— Especially when told to you. When you were there during so many of the difficult times she had to deal with, to support her. “Yes.” she scoffs, “Lie for my sake.”

You nod, smiling a little. “As you wish, Princess.”

She swats your arm harshly enough to make you wince and when you turn to glare at her she’s already making the same face. “Don’t call me that.”

“Okay Lady Furina, my lord Focalors, Archon of the Nation of Hydro— Ow!” you barely get through that sentence, cut off by your own laughter and Furina’s light punches on your arm. (She’s grinning too, despite the scowl she desperately tries to maintain.)

“Quiet.” she hisses, walking up to the counter of Cafe Lucerne. “Hello, Monsieur Arouet! I’ve heard of a Ghost Special on your menu for the occasion of the Parade des Peurs!” she says swiftly, graceful as ever.

Arouet brightens and smiles at her. “Lady Furina! Happy festival day!” he says softly, before making a drawn out sound of confusion. “Ghost… Special?”

Furina blinks. “Yes?” she says, turning to you. You shrug exaggeratedly but smirk a little, and Furina’s eyes widen before she turns back around to the cafe owner. I should’ve known better than to trust you and that stupid menu name! “Nevermind! Do you have a cake? Any will do, really!” she backtracks, chuckling to hide her embarrassment.

Arouet looks between the two of you briefly with a glint of amusement in his eye before chuckling. “Yes, of course.” he nods, “I do have a special menu for the occasion of the festival. Anything purchased from the menu gives a free candy bag, as well. Though they bear no ghostly name, I have these iced cupcakes with ghost drawings…”

Furina and Arouet spend a long while talking about the various sweets the man has made for the occasion, the newly made Fonta drinks and their lack of popularity so far, and the recommendations Furina has for him and his business. It ends with her getting one too many cupcakes and getting two extra bags of candy. (“That’s the least I can offer to our Archon, if you refuse to let me give you this free of charge.” he said.)

You make your way to the third floor of the waterway hub of the court, idly chatting while in the elevator. “Do you plan to scare me at some random time of the evening?” / “Why would I ever?” The elevator doors open, and the station to Navia Line is pretty empty. There’s two teenagers quietly laughing on a bench, a child with a balloon, and a woman reading a magazine.

Furina walks to a secluded area to wait for the aquabus and you follow along, leaning against a wall. You watch the water absentmindedly for a while. In times like these, people forget about the biggest worries of Fontaine. Watching the water feels as calming as it used to before its levels started rising. No one thinks about the Prophecy, or the fear of ghosts dancing in a terrifying parade, about the haunting stories about it. No one lives in constant worry— Or at the very least, their worries are put on hold, at least for one long evening, and that’s all that matters.

You’re certain an evening free of worry would be enough to keep one alive.

“Don’t leave me. I promise I’ll make this place happy. I’ll make you happy. This will be a living dream, I will do anything for this— So don’t you dare leave me alone here.”

“I won’t leave you, Furina. I wasn’t ever planning on it.”

“Liar.”

Your gaze falls on the Archon at your side, only to find her staring blankly at something. Your eyebrows furrow and you follow her gaze.

She’s watching the young people sitting together further away. You wonder if she zoned out and her line of sight happened to stay at a standstill there, but there’s an unmistakable look of longing and sadness in her expression that makes you discard that first possibility.

“Furina.” you say quietly. She blinks, looking in your direction.

“Yes?”

You grab her hand silently and glare at her a little. She recognizes that look. The one that says don’t keep to yourself. She bites the inside of her cheek, gaze not leaving yours. She wants it to be like old times, to be able to tell you about every single thing. She wants it to be that way so you could have something. Something happy, the two of you. But she can’t give that to you. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have left during that one time.

Surely.

She squeezes your hand before letting go of it and looks away, arms crossing. You feel like someone grabbed your heart, your lungs, and everything that keeps you alive and pushed them underwater. There’s a suffocating feeling that stays for a moment, a moment that makes you struggle to breathe, before it settles down.

You didn’t want to leave her. It wasn’t her that you were leaving, it was this place. But that’s something she refuses to understand. You think of saying something, but the sound of the aquabus arriving at the station cuts you off before you can even open your mouth. Furina walks ahead of you, greeting the Melusine on the bus before sitting down.

You sit down across from her, setting her bags from the cafe on the seat beside you. No one else seems to be getting on the bus, which you’re grateful for, and soon enough, the engine starts up and there’s the familiar splashing of water.

Furina has her elbow on the edge of the bus, chin in her hand and gaze set on the horizon.

Is Fontaine that uncomfortable to live in? She swears, she’s doing everything she can for it to feel nice. She’s doing everything for the water to feel gentle and not suffocating. She wants to blame the Primordial Sea for the way it eats at people, but she feels like it would be an excuse.

She’s had conversations about you leaving time and time again. (“I’m just going to Sumeru for— I need a breath of fresh air. This place itself makes me feel bad.” / “And I don’t get that?! Didn’t you say you’d always stay?”) Furina wanted you to understand that by leaving this place, you were leaving her all the same. She had never known true loneliness until the day you left. Your absence from the nation had not been very long, maybe enough for ten trials to pass by, but it happened during a time she swears she needed you the most in.

She doesn’t want to associate this festival with this stupid memory. She’s grown since. She wouldn’t get angry over something this trivial again. She thinks. But you left during a Ghost Parade, before she made it into the event it is now. And even if you’re back, and literally right there, and she can see you’re trying hard not to look at her or hold her hand again out of respect, she feels stranded.

“We’ve arrived at Erinnyes, Marcotte Station.” Elphane says, the Melusine’s voice just slightly hesitant. You blink out of the haziness in your head and realize the silence must’ve been a bit uncomfortable, all this time. Not only this, but Furina practically never uses the aquabus to get around, so even just seeing her must’ve been a surprise. The Melusine clears her throat. “It has been a pleasure being the guide of our Archon and her partner.”

Neither of you do so much as blink at the notion of you being known as Furina's “partner”, not really caring for the way people view the relationship you have. After all, neither of you know what it is, either.

You carefully disembark the aquabus, holding out your hand for Furina to take as she steps out. She takes it, and you hold onto the feeling of warmth for as long as you can— Because the air feels terribly cold once her hand leaves yours.

You walk towards Opera Epiclese. Neither of you are sure why you even went there, in the first place. “Why’d we come here, again?” you ask.

“Because.” Furina sighs, looking around, “I wanted somewhere less crowded.” she says quietly, moving to open the bag you’re holding. She digs out one of the small packs of candy and pulls the ribbon to open it, pocketing the ornament before taking a candy. “And would you look at that! The ever so crowded Fountain Lucine is dead empty, tonight.” she scoffs lightly. You look at the aforementioned fountain further away and squint.

Usually, even the paths to the Opera would have people scattered here and there. Tonight, everything is silent. You would’ve been grateful if it didn’t make your emotions much louder.

You take the other freebie pack of candy and Furina exclaims in indignation. You give her a look. “I heard Arouet tell you to ‘give this to your friend’. Don’t think I only heard him say the part about it being a gift to the Archon.” you scoff before she can say anything. She huffs and waves her hand dismissively, so you open the pack of candy.

You throw one in your mouth and take a deep breath.

“Can we stop ignoring the problem?”

“There’s… no problem.”

You grumble.

“Furina.”

“I thought you agreed to lie for my sake.” she says. You look at each other and it turns into an unspoken staring contest. “Can you not at least do this much for me?”

“I didn't mean to leave you.”

“Yet you did.”

“If I’d stayed there any longer, I would’ve—”

“Felt depressed.”

“Yes, but— Furina. This isn’t about you.”

“Well, I’m sure it isn’t.”

“This isn’t what I meant.”

There’s a sudden childish sound of laughter that you could swear echoed around you, sending a strange chill down your spine. Both you and Furina stop in your tracks, frozen as you stare at each other with wide eyes.

Surely…

You visibly flinch, nearly jumping at a cold feeling against the nape of your neck, and immediately spin around to look for what on Teyvat just touched your skin. No one. Nothing.

Furina yelps and you turn back to her, only to see her frantically looking around. You’re about to say something when the sound of a music-box starts to play. It sounds a bit broken, and very terrifying at this time of night. Furina squeaks and hurries to cling to your side, hands grasping at your shirt.

“I’m sure this is nothing.” she says, clearly trying to sound confident despite the slight tremble in her voice. You nod along anyways, because you’re trying just as hard to convince yourself there’s nothing wrong here.

“Yup. Nothing.” you echo, before sighing.

A beat of silence passes, silence filled with the faraway sound of a music box. Then Furina clears her throat. “You know, maybe we should go back.” she says, looking up at you. “To the Court, I mean. I’ve had enough time away from the crowd.”

You nod but notice something out of the corner of your eye. You turn towards the direction which you just came from, and see a large chariot, followed by several people. It all looks very old and out of place and you swear they’re translucent and you and Furina are screaming and running away before you know it. The haunting sound of ghostly horses’ footfalls and the melody of that cursed music box follow you all the way.

“Is that the Ghost Parade?!” you yell, running along the path to Opera Epiclese with a terror-fueled hurry in your step. Furina does not struggle to keep up, either, equally as scared.

“What else?!” she exclaims, before making a sound akin to a sob. “How did they even come from here, this is the station— And hurry up!”

“Well, I’m trying!”

You swear there’s voices in the small currents of water at the sides of the path and they’re echoing around your head. There’s water spirits and ghosts mocking you and it’s starting to make you dizzy. They’re laughing, they’re criticizing you. There’s not a single comprehensible word but you can feel their annoyance.

Why?

You remember the tales told when you were younger. On the last day of October, the realm of the dead is closest to our own. For this reason, spirits and ghosts find it much easier to communicate with the living. A lot of them have taken a liking to causing fear and mischief, and the Ghost Parade was born. Water Spirits and regular ghosts alike work in tandem to cause a headache to us humans. ‘Curse the living’, they say, ‘and hear the melody of our haunting’. They will fault humans for their mistakes and all that they do wrong, which they themselves cannot try to do right anymore. They will project their loss and regrets onto us. Watching the Ghost Parade from afar is alright, but do not get close to them. They will find a fault in anything you do, and cling onto it until the sun rises.

Furina makes a strangled noise at the sight of a ghost flashing by and floating around you, nearly making you two lose your footing as an attempt to get away.

“Well.” Furina huffs, chuckling nervously. She looks at the growing crowd of ghosts ahead of you, then at the Parade following, and sucks on her teeth. “No one is here to prove we were there!”

“What?”

Before giving you an actual answer to what she means, she’s grabbing your wrist and jumping above the small fence and the bushes and running through the grass like it’s some sort of shortcut. It is, but it’s also supposed to be a set rule to never do that specifically. “Furina?!”

“Urgent matters call for desperate measures!” she shuts you down before you can say anything, “And I’m the Archon! I can declare, um, that this rule is no more for the time being. Okay?!”

You jump across yet another fence and find yourself on the stone path again, with a long distance between you and the ghosts. You arrive at Fountain Lucine and do not even get to think about it, because the two of you are rushing to the Opera doors.

You grab the handles and push.

Your eyes widen. “It’s closed.” you say, turning to look at Furina. “Of course it’s closed, why’d we come all the way here?!”

“I don’t know!”

You rattle the doorknobs a few more times while Furina waits at your side, jittery with fear. You lean closer to the door and inspect the keyhole. Can I lockpick that?… Suddenly, the Archon yells and begins hitting your arm repeatedly.

“Hurry! They’ve already caught up to us!”

You turn to look at the scene.

Some painters got it right.

Several ghosts float around the Fountain Lucine, slowly moving your way, while the front carriage of the Parade moves over the fountaine itself to get to you. All stops in front of you two, as you press your backs against the cursed, closed doors of Opera Epiclese.

“Okay, um.” Furina clears her throat, and nearly squeaks when all the ghosts’ attention is turned to her. She takes a short breath and steadies herself, “What is it that you want— No, rather, let us introduce ourselves!”

You side-eye her briefly before returning your gaze to the ghosts who, surprisingly, are just waiting in front of you.

“I believe most of you might’ve been acquainted with the former Archon of the Nation of Hydro. Though I have organized many festivals for this very day, I’ve yet to speak with the members of the Ghost Parade.” she speaks, the tone of confidence she always manages to bring out heard in each word. “I’m certain my predecessor would’ve done a great job at that, and for this reason I… I apologize.” she speaks a bit quieter, expression darkening for a brief moment.

Then she clasps her hands together and smiles.

“I’m Focalors! It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

A ghost steps forward. They have the appearance of a young woman, with the attire of a witch. They’re much taller than either of you and quite honestly intimidating.

“We require not false airs of politeness. You are living in a sea of mistakes. It is unbearable to watch.”

The voice of the ghost seemingly echoes in both of your heads. You wince, eyes barely open as you look towards Furina to hold her arm out of habit and she grabs your hand as you do.

“I— I know. I made, I make— I continuously make mistakes.” she says, tone wavering. “I try to do good, but I’m aware I’m simply not… As great as anyone would expect a god to be.”

Your eyes widen at her words. She’s speaking as if all the mistakes the ghost is talking about are hers. Of course, she does. It’s Furina. You turn to the ghost in a hurry.

“Listen—“

“But please do not torment us further.” the girl cuts you off, “Especially my friend. If this is about me, then I ask that you haunt me alone.”

There’s a deafening silence for a few moments.

“… You humans dwell on small problems and spend your lives tormenting your own selves with them. When you die you will see our frustration as we watch.”

“If our problems are small in the grand scheme of things, then so are we. And so these problems are as big as the world to us.” you say, bringing the ghost’s attention your way. It’s scary. “Do not downplay the importance of human emotions. You too have felt them, once.”

The ghost fully turns towards you and Furina hurries to put her arm in front of you, nearly stepping between you and the spirit in a protective manner.

“That is right.” the ghost says, “However this day of Parade is the only time we, lost spirits, get the chance to appear on your mortal plane. We wish not to see our Archon troubled by this aching fear of loneliness because neither of you finds it right to communicate the way you feel.”

You blink. “… What?”

“You are scared.” they state, “And this fear brings you together, despite how much distance you’ve desperately attempted to put between each other since you’ve arrived at Erinnyes. Make no mistake, the Parade did not come here for you. It will never come for someone specific. But it seems our terror has done more for the two of you foolish living than you could possibly do for yourself.”

You take notice of Furina’s hand tightly holding your own— How cold it is against your skin and how tightly she holds on to it. You take notice of the fact that when you helped her out of the bus earlier, you tried to burn the sensation of her hand in yours out of fear that it wouldn’t happen again for at least months. And now you two are terrified, and your hands find each other as they always do, and always will.

The ghost’s attention returns to you alone and it sends shivers down your spine.

“There are as many curses as there are laws in Fontaine awaiting the one who dares cause pain to our Archon.”

“I am not in pain.” Furina protests, and her voice sounds something close to anger. “I would never be. Not because of them.”

“O Archon of Hydro, has no one told you the tale? The ones you hold closest to your heart cause you the most suffering. Even if they do not mean to.”

There’s a beat of silence. You stare down at the ground, taking a deep breath, before looking up at the ghost. “I will do my best. I will continue to do my best to never cause her any pain, or anything close to that.” you state, resolute, and Furina starts to hit your arm and hushedly tells you to quit saying these things. You ignore her. “Things will be resolved. I swear it. You will not end the Parade while sharing your god’s worries, for they will be gone.”

The ghost smiles, though it is barely-there, and seems satisfied with that. They bow their head and turn away, prompting Furina to reach out her hand. “Wait—“

“It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance, our dear new Archon of Hydro.”

And the Parade disappears, leaving behind a feeling that one could only describe as nostalgia.

You heave out a shaky breath and fall back against the doors of Opera Epiclese, staring dazedly into the distance. Furina, at your side, seems confused more than anything as she watches the place where all the spirits were just a second prior. Our dear new Archon of Hydro…

This encounter feels like fate throwing a brick into your head from Celestia. The ghosts might’ve pushed you in the right direction so as not to suffer to annoyance of watching you two go back and forth on an unresolved issue, or out of pure concern for an Archon who’s pain they shared— But it was certainly enough to convince you to finally, properly speak about everything with Furina.

You sigh and walk over to the stairs, before sitting down.

Furina looks your way, brought out of her thoughts, and bites the flesh of her lip harshly, nervousness painful in her chest. She knows you two will talk. Properly. This conversation is long overdue, and she knows it. A part of her wants nothing more than to just run away from it, anyways, to put it off for at least a little bit longer— But she knows better than to do that.

She has to follow, anyways, because you’re holding her hand— And she has no intention to let go, either.

She sits down by your side and sighs, gaze set on the stairs. “I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” you exhale, turning to her, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I left Fontaine at such a drastic time.”

“Then I should be sorry for making you feel like it was wrong to leave. It was drastic for everyone and it was selfish of me to ask you to stay for my sake.”

“And I don’t care if it was selfish.” you say, “Be as selfish as needs be. Take everything from me. I won’t make the same mistake twice, Furina, I am never leaving you alone again.”

The look she gives you is full of pain and resentment and guilt and she turns away from you, and there’s tears forming at the corners of her eyes because she doesn’t know what to do with all she feels. “I don’t want you to give all of yourself to me.” she sighs, blinking hard to get the tears away. She waves her hand vaguely in the air, “Or maybe I do, I don’t know, just… Let’s stop apologizing for a while. Let’s just talk, okay?”

You nod. “Okay.”

“I…” she takes a long breath, “I hated you when you left because it was a time where fear was the only thing anyone felt in Fontaine. And I… I expected you to stay.” she stops to swallow back her tears, looking at you, “I wanted you to stay to support my stupid self. The one that makes mistakes and needs you to tell her it’s okay. It was a childish thought, but I clung onto it. I was so angry.”

You knew this. Or rather, you figured. The last Ghost Parade before Furina organized the Parade des Peurs was right after a chilling trial for a series of murders around the city. The atmosphere was uncomfortable, a sense of paranoia plaguing the very waters of Fontaine. Furina was left to deal with this, duty of an Archon, and tried to find a way to ease her people’s worries for days and nights.

She didn’t tell you how much it worried her, because she never really does. Furina talks and talks and talks and gives the impression of giving away everything she thinks and feels while not revealing a single thing.

“It wasn’t fair.” she states, turning her gaze back elsewhere. She settles on the fountain a few meters ahead of you. The lights reflect nicely upon its surface. “You weren’t only my friend, you were also just a citizen of Fontaine. It was too much of a burden to make you carry to ask you to share this fear. To add it to your own.”

“It’s okay.” you say, staring up at the sky. The stars are countless and they glow brightly. “I never was angry at you for that. More so at myself. I shouldn’t have abandoned the person I care about so much.”

“I was dramatic when I said abandoned—“

“We wouldn’t have added to each other’s burdens.” you cut her off, “We would’ve shared them. Cut them in half. Like cake. Like you always do to share with me.”

Furina looks at you and her sad expression turns into something confused, then, in spite of her frown, she begins to smile. “That’s such a stupid metaphor. Or analogy, whatever.” she says, laughing. You scoff.

“Okay, whatever.” you mimic her voice, earning yourself a shove in the shoulder. You end up laughing as well. “You know what I meant.”

“Yes, we shall eat our problems like cake and cut it in half, generous enough to share our pain with a dearest friend of our heart!” she declares dramatically, though her tone sounds more tired than when she uses it for a crowd. It’s your turn to shove her shoulder.

“I’ll take all of your pain.” you sigh, leaning back against the stairs. You close your eyes, and your hand still holds hers. “I would if I could. I’m not as cowardly as I was back then.”

“You’re just saying that so as not to suffer the dreadful hauntings of the Parade.” Furina scoffs.

“That’s right, dear Princess. The knight in shining armor is tired and refuses to fight the dark mage of the scary ghost parade. Excuse them.”

Furina laughs heartily and squeezes your hand enough to sting, making you sit up to complain.

The Ghost Parade shows up elsewhere during the night. The next day, The Steambird’s front page claims “It’s the first time all Fontainians in the city itself say they have seen it. It is described as gorgeous, ghostly, sure, but hauntingly majestic. No one could find any word close to scary to recount it.” Though the biggest text on the page is another story entirely.

“Our Archon Focalors claims it to be terribly scary, nevertheless, though no one present during its appearance recalls seeing her anywhere in the city.”

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rileyslibrary · 1 year

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I’m rewatching succession and I can’t stop thinking about kendall roy. what about a prompt with ghost dealing with a partner who is a drug addict and is in recovery?

Hi reader! I rarely watch TV, and had no clue who or what you were referring to, so I did some research. Also, you didn’t specify what you meant by “partner” (in the army or real life), so I tried to incorporate a little bit of both. 🍫

Warnings: mentions of drugs, addiction, disease, death of a relative and dark humour/making sarcastic comments of a very serious situation below. DNI if you’re uncomfortable with any of the above.

“What are you thinking about?” Ghost asks as he takes a sit next to you at the roof of the the truck.

“Y’know, stuff.” You reply, gazing at the horizon.

“Drug stuff?” He asks.

You slowly turn to look at him. For a man who has been trained to be a tactical machine, he is anything but tactful in his interactions with humans. Sure, you’ve seen him feed stray dogs and pet alley cats while you were on patrol together, but when it came to people, he had the social grace of a clown at a funeral.

“Well, I do now, lieutenant,” you reply sarcastically.

“Well, shit,” he shrugs and lights a cigarette, “didn’t mean to remind you.”

“Don’t worry,” you reassure him, “it’s always on my mind.”

“Talk to me about it.”

He wants to play therapy now; great. Every time he saw you like this, lost in your thoughts, he came and talked to you, persuading you to express your feelings. Things which you considered to be native to this man, but he was trying his best, even if he was heavy-handed in doing so.

“Sometimes I feel lost,” you explain, “without it.”

He nods, indicating that you continue talking. You sigh and look up at the night sky.

“Like, I know I’m doing the right thing, Simon,” you continue, “but I don’t know who I am anymore.”

“You’re a lot of things, love,” he says, “good things.”

“Oh?” You tilt your head to the side, “last time I remember doing something good was not stealing from an old lady because I thought she needed the money more than me.”

“See?” He says and opens his arms, “that was a good thing.”

“Yeah,” you murmur, “very Dalai Lama of me.”

You both stay silent for a while, and he turns to you.

“I know why you feel lost,” he says.

“Enlighten me, Lt.”

“You’re both strong and fragile at the same time,” he explains, “your will is strong, but your mind is playing tricks on you.”

“My mind is a mess.”

“I know,” he agrees, “which is normal.”

“Ha! Normal says the guy who walks around with a skull mask on,” you spit, and he looks offended.

“Hey, love, we talked about this,” he says, “don’t want to distract the enemy with my moneymaker.”

He gestures at his semi-covered face, and you both chuckle. Unfiltered comments and offensive remarks came out of your mouth quite often now that you’re in recovery. The good thing was that Ghost was a master at turning insults into banter, which was quite helpful in making you reflect on your words. He was very understanding and patient for a guy who was trained to be tough and emotionless on the battlefield.

“How do you know so many things about it?” You ask.

“It.” He mocks, “don’t talk about your struggles like they’re fucking Pennywise.”

You let out a long exhale. “Jesus, man,“ you exclaim, “how do you know so much about addiction and recovery?”

He looks down at his dangling legs. “My brother,” he explains, “went through the same thing.”

“Fuck,” you sigh, “hope he’s okay now.”

“He’s no longer with us,” he replies and faces you, “but you still are.”

“I’m so sorry,” you say, and he thanks you. He had never opened up about his family before. You knew he had issues but nothing more than that. Perhaps that’s another reason why he’s so supportive of your journey. He wants to see someone make it out alive.

“Seriously though,” he continues, “what you’re doing is huge. You’re fighting against a disease, and that takes a lot of courage and strength.”

“Disease?” You scoff, “you make it sound like I have cancer or something.”

“Addiction is a disease,” he reminds you, “it’s not something you choose to have, just like cancer. But you’re fighting it.”

“Easier said than done,” you mutter.

“Nothing worth having comes easy, love,” he says, “and what’s better to have than your health?”

He’s right. You’ve been so focused on the struggle that you haven’t acknowledged your progress. You’ve been sober for six months now, a huge accomplishment. It hasn’t been easy, but with Simon and your therapist’s support, you’ve been able to stay on track.

“Thanks, Simon,” you say, “for everything.”

“Anytime, love,” he says and puts out his cigarette, “now let’s get back to base; Price’s expecting us for the meeting.”

“Can we stop at a convenience store before we go?” You ask, “I’m thirsty.”

“Sure,” he says, “what are you getting, a Coke?”

You laugh and gently punch his shoulder. “Yes, lieutenant,” you say, “A zero one, of course.”

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lunamochii · 2 months

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sachiro.hirugami x f!reader

cw; make out session,

"Oh c'mon! We already paid plus we'll go by groups!"

You refuse to let go on grabbing a tight hold on the railings of your school while your friends are doing the best they can, to get you off

"I rather jump down than go inside!"

It's your school's festival and your annoying friends manage to trick you on accompanying them to the second floor, where the class activities are happening. Your class decided to do a photobooth for the activity, not that much people are visiting so your class was place at the third floor.

The class that chose to do activities that got a lot of people visiting were place on second floor. For examples, cafe theme, horror booth and many more.

"You guys know I'm bad at any horror related!"

"We'll go hand in hand!"

"Nah-uh! You guys also said that last year but I was left inside."

Well, it was more likely of you running away from them since you got so scared that you let go of their hand.

"Hey guys! We all can hear you downstairs, what's up?"

"Umi-kun!"

Your friends let go of you and you sigh in relief and fixes your uniform.

"Honeybunch!"

You mentally gag and glared at your boyfriend, Sachiro, he knows how much you hate being called that but he loves to see your annoyed face.

"Oh hello sugarplum."

You smirk seeing his twisted look, if he knows what to tease you. You also know how to tease him back, two can play that game.

"Hirugami-san can you please, please, please drag your beautiful girlfriend inside the horror booth? We don't wanna waste our money y'know!"

"Hmmm horror booth huh.."

Sachiro looks at your way and you gulp seeing that nasty smirk he has on his face, before you can even run away he already have a tight grip on your hands and drag you. Hell, you can't even get yourself free from him.

"You can pay right after you get out!"

You heard the student who's assign on the entrance then you saw your friends laughing along with Korai and Gao, you wish they'll slip on to something once they are inside.

The inside is reaaaaally cold if you must say plus it's pitch black on the entrance, there's a faint light of red, green and blue. Plus, the eerie sounds they are playing. You found yourself sticking to your boyfriend's body like a leech.

"It's okay baby, I'm here."

If he said that in a normal setting where his just reading one of your mangas on your room then maybe, maybe you'll be feeling butterflies from your stomach.

"Walk faster, Hiro!"

"I am? Relax, I-"

You froze when you felt something cold touch your feet, you slowly look down and your eyes met with a bloodshot eyes and a gaping mouth of a 'ghost'

"AAAAAAHAUWOOWSNSHSUSBS!"

You scream and push him away as you ran off. Sachiro was left there standing dumbfounded, he look down and saw what scared his girlfriend and smiled. He even crouch down and pat them on the head before running after you. He couldn't care less to the people who pops out from the sides.

When he got out, he paid for his own fee and tried to look for you but you are no way in sight. Soon after Korai, Gao and together with your friends came out looking all spook out but they are only laughing.

"Guys! Did you see her inside?" Sachiro ask

"No? I thought you guys were together?"

Korai said and Sachiro felt nervous as much he wants to tease you, the thought of you crying alone makes him feel bad.

"Can I go back in? My girlfriend hasn't come out yet."

The shopkeeper nodded but just when he was about to enter, he bump into someone. Sachiro was about to say sorry when the person he bump into hug him.

"Don't leave me..."

It was you. His girlfriend, he sighs in relief and hugs you back. Kissing the crown of your head, he can feel the trembling of your body and he just hugs you tighter.

"Hey hey it's okay.."

He guided you on the side and wipe your cheeks with your tears, you pouted and cried more making Sachiro chuckle and kiss on the cheeks.

"Bubs u okay? We're sorry..."

Your friends approach you and you just nodded. When you ran off, you were fast to find the exit but someone appeared making you turn to your right and you ended up getting lost. It was like a maze inside.

"Is fine.. but don't you ever, EVER drag me there again."

You huff and cross your arms, your friends chuckles and promise they won't do it again.

"Guys we'll go on a date. See ya!"

Sachiro held your hand and drag you away from the group, he didn't even let you say your goodbyes to them.

"Hey! This is your second time dragging me away."

"Sorry"

He didn't look back at you but his hand squeeze yours and you just let him be, you found yourself standing inside a empty room. You were about to ask him what is going on, he hug you, tight.

"Can I kiss you? I'm dying to kiss you."

"What? You drag me all the way here for that?"

He pulled away but his hands are still on your waist, his light brown eyes staring right at you.

"F-Fine.. I mean, okay. You can ki- mmff!"

Your back being press against the wall while his hands travels up and down, his tongue licking at your lips begging for an entrance. The moment you part your lips, he lets out a moan that made your legs wobble.

Normally, Sachiro doesn't act this way, his usually on his tame side everyday. You just don't know on why he is aggressive today.

"Sorry.. it's just you were so cute when you were crying.."

He said when he pulled away for a bit and before you can even answer him, his kissing you again. Your moans and his mixes together, your fingers tangling on his hair, pressing your body towards him.

"Wait- fuck.."

He pulled away and finally, you got a chance to breathe. He went to the nearest table and sat on it, his legs spread out. He held his hand towards you which you gladly took and now you're trap between his legs and resume your make-out session.

Sachiro admitted later that maybe, maybe not he got turn on seeing you on that vulnerable state and how cute you were crying. You told him that you'd rather hide when you cry than to face his less tame side.

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bonus part.☆

"Wanna go in?"

You immediately shook your head and tried to drag away your husband, away from the horror booth you guys stumbled upon inside the mall

"Sugarplum please! You wouldn't want your honeybunch to suffer right?"

His brow twitches on the choice of endearment you use, you swear to god that you saw how his lips form into a nasty smirk. Intertwining his fingers to yours, he successfully drag you inside the booth.

Needless to say, you got fuck dumb by him later at night. Is what you get for pissing him off by using those cringey words and crying when you guys got out from the booth.

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thebubblesareevil · 2 years

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Aquadad

Based off @phand0mfic s idea of Aquaman adopting Danny

So the big reveal has just happened and it did no GO WELL. Danny ends up on a table with his chest open and the only reason he is able to escape is because Jazz manages to distract their parents. Danny is literally holding himself closed as he dives into the ghost zone, normally this would be the end of it. The zone start mending the wound immediately as he’s slowly flying making his way to the far frozen when he here’s the sound of the specter speeder hot on his trail. He starts flying as fast as he can but he’s getting weak. The zone can sense that he’s in impending danger and opens a portal near him, he dives in transforming as he falls through.

He lands in the Atlantean throne room, human, Vulnerable and scared. He can barely see so when a large Orange blob approaches him Danny freaks out begging him to stop, that he’s sorry, please just don’t hurt him before passing out

King Orin was in a meeting with several council members when the teen appeared at first they were worried it was an attack until they realizes it was a kid. Aquaman approaches the kid who then has a full blown panic attack, begging him not to hurt him and not hearing as he tries to calm him down. He sends everyone out of the room. And cautiously approaches the kids. Who’s pleading with him. Orin nearly stops breathing when he says, “please don’t hurt me, I’m still your son I swear, dad please” seconds later the child is unconscious. Orin goes to see where he is hurt, he removes the white bloodstained shirt and sees RED when he recognizes the barely sealed y shape incision. He rushes the kid to the medical wing, king or not they refuse to let him stay and he demands that they alert him the moment he is out of surgery.

King Orin goes to his wife and explains what happened. She looks him dead in the eye and says what ever you decide I am at your side no matter what. Orin decides there is no way he’s sending this kid back to the monsters that did this to him, that should the child agree he will name him his son. Mera fully agrees, they both understand that Atlantis would not agree with a surface dweller as an heir. So Mera give Orin a LOOK and says well then I’ll e should probably get to work making him a sibling.

The next day Danny wakes up with King Orin at his bedside, he asks if he knows where he is, how he’s doing, what’s his name, Danny introduces himself explains he does not know where he is and lies that he doesn’t know how he got here. Orin eventually breaches the topic of him adopting Danny and he’s in shock, like why me I’m nothing special. Orins like you don’t need to be. Danny accepts.

Danny doesn’t tell anyone about being a half ghost, aquaman just thinks that his new son is a meta with ice powers, because he sneaks away to practice. Neither parent brings it up, worried that this might be why his other parents attacked him. Mera just puts books on Atlantean magic in his room so he can practice with magic with actual guidance, and waits for him to come to her. Mera also does a spell that alters Danny’s lungs so he can breathe underwater and withstand the water pressure. Danny does not like Orm. He doesn’t directly say anything but he gives him serious Vlad vibes so he tries to avoid him.

Danny is actually not in Atlantis when the ocean master attacks, he was in another city hanging out with a friend when he heard about the attack. He rushed home only to find the fight was over. He tackles his parents the moment they are “alone” (Kaldur and Garth are there) and says that he doesn’t know what he’d do if anything happened to them. And if his eyes looked green when he said that it was probably just a trick of the light. He thanks Kaldur and Garth for helping his dad (who is now tearing up because he just called him dad) both of whom say it was an honor. Aquaman gives them the options of continuing their studying or training under him. They each choose. And things are normal except Danny and Kaldur hang out anytime he’s not training, Danny has a crush on Kaldur and Kaldur is absolutely smitten. Aquaman isn’t sure if he wants to encourage the two or (murder) scare Kaldur away from Danny. The dad instinct is strong in this one. Kaldur joins the young justice team and Danny is all for it. Just like in the series kaldur returns to Atlantis but this time it’s to confess to Danny and he states his intentions to his king. Never before has Kaldur has so fear his kind as when he told him what would happen if anything happened to his son. Mera just smiled…it was terrifying. Mera announces her pregnancy and Danny absolutely glows (definitely a trick of the light, totally) and talks about how excited he is. When the attack occurs Danny refuses to leave meras side and to everyone’s surprise he viciously took down a manta goon that got too close with (ghost) Atlantean magic Mera just smiles and says you’ve improved very proudly.

This is getting really long but Kaldur confesses to Danny who tells Kaldur I’m not who you think I am I have a lot of secrets that I’m not ready to share and Kaldur takes his hand and holds his face and says then you do not need to, you can tell me whenever you’re ready . They kiss and have a moment. Kaldur tells Danny his plans to stay in Atlantis so he could be closer to him and Danny vetos that and says he is more than capable of visiting him on the surface, thank you very much. Fast forward ocean master attacks and nearly causes Mera and to lose the baby and this is not okay. Danny follow when Mera was taken because he may or may not have marked her with his ectosigneture to make sure his could protect her. When he sees the ocean master sucking the life force out of his mom and unborn brother he sees GREEN he transforms and tear the area apart, the only reason ocean master escaped with his life is because Danny was worried about the baby and his mom. He meets up with the young justice team and leaves Mera in their care before fleeing to the ghost zone Terrified of their reaction. Eventually danny returns in his human form to find his worried parents who hold him and listen as he explains everything and they just ACCEPT it and danny is overjoyed. He also casually asks his dad if he could get some help learning diplomacy because apparently he’s the new ghost king. Aquaman laughs and says of course you are and they arrange for him to have tutors. Aqualad still goes undercover but Danny knows what’s up and uses that time to study..

Okay I’m gonna stop here or else I won’t stop enjoy!!

#danny phantom #ghost king danny #cold current #dc x dp #danny/kaldur #aquaman #King Orin #Queen Mera #aquadad #kaldurahm #the ghost zone loves her baby king

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nyx-v1 · 10 months

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Hey! I dont know if you do requests/suggestions or not but once you're done w/ your twst boys reacting to your funeral series (fantastic btw makes me wanna roll over and cry everytime) do you think you could write whatever twst boys are your favorite to write for's reaction to finding Yuu/Y/n's ghost? If you don't feel like it feel free to delete this!

TWST Boys reacting to finding your ghost

Here you go Anon! <3

TWST boys reactions to your death:[Heartslabyul],[Savanaclaw], [Octavinelle][Scarabia]

Heartslabyul

Riddle

The first time he sees you is in Heartslabyul's rose garden. It was late at night and he had forgotten his notebook in the garden, knowing he would need it for the next day Riddle had gone out to get it.

When he gets there he finds you sitting at the table where he left his notebook. Riddle stands frozen unsure if his mind is just playing tricks on him or not . He slowly approaches you, the closer he gets the colder the air becomes. When he is a foot or two from your ghost you vanish. Slightly disturbed Riddle grabs his notebook and heads back to his room.

The second time he sees you is a few days later. Just as Riddle is about to get into bed, out of the conner of his eye he sees a figure. Alarmed he quickly whips his head around, this time he is sure he's not just seeing things, and you are in fact in his room. Riddle doesn't move from his spot instead he calls out to you, and much to his surprise you turn around at the sound of your name.

Riddle stands still as your ghost approaches him, what keeps him frozen in places is when you give him a hug he can't feel.

He tries to return your embrace on you only to find that he can't feel you, as the sudden contact made you vanish.

Riddle spends days waiting for you to show up again, staying up into the late hours of the night, messing up his once perfect sleep schedule.

The third time you appear Riddle is at his desk studying, waiting for you. This time he's ready to not mess up, he wants to make sure he can at least get the words he had for you off his chest.

When you appear on his bed he walks over to it and sits down next to you, leaving enough space so you wouldn't touch. He let's out a shaky breath before speaking," Prefect, do you know how many rules you've broken by dying?" He isn't surprised you lack of response, from what he's seen it only seems you just watch, so he continues his monologue, "As upset as I am, I'll forgive you this once, so please don't leave me."

After riddle finishes his speech, he feels a warm feeling wrapping around him, like someone's hugging him as he hears a soft whisper," I won't ever leave you, take care of yourself, Riddle ."

That was the last time he saw your ghost.

Trey

Trey was baking for an unbirthday party when an open bag of flour got knocked over. At first he thinks nothing of if, believing he has placed the bag to close to the edge. By the fourth time he's starting to get suspicious. When the bag gets knocked off for the fifth time, he places the bag in front of him so he can watch. When he swears he sees something push the bag off the counter, and in a moment of delusion he ask "who's there?". Much to his dismay what ever was messing with him decides to communicate by writing in the flour.

He watches as you struggle to write in the flour. Trey goes from amused to horrified when he sees what was spelt out in front of him, a very poorly spelt and written "I'm watching you". Slightly scared for his life, trey quickly cleans up the mess and continues on with his day.

When Trey is about to go to sleep he feels very paranoid, as common as ghost are whatever tried to talk to him today seemed slightly different from Twisted Wonderland's normal ghosts. Deciding to put his mind to ease Trey googles easy ways to talk to spirits. He goes through a few articles, before picking something that seemed easy and like it would work.

Trey goes through his room and finds and old piece of chalk that he uses to copy the symbol off of the website, After he says a small chant, much to his surprise the little chant works, he knows because your blurry and (very) vague ghost appears in front of him.

He adjusts his glasses before giving an awkward smile, "Hey there.. do you need something?" trey tries to sound polite and clam but deep down he's freaking out, he would like to live past 18.

Trey watches in anticipation waiting for something to happen.

Doing your best to communicate with Trey you take the chalk he used earlier, to write a short message," It's me" unfortunately for you you're ghost powers aren't all that good yet, so shortly after writing you disappear.

This leaves Trey freaked out yet again, he convinced he's upset some sort of spirt, or maybe after death you've sent a evil spirt after him.

A few days pass as you realize that you've messed up and have started tormenting poor Trey.So you deiced to use you strength to appear to him, in hopefully a more friendly manner.

It's early in the morning and trey is up cooking breakfast, when you decide to pay him a visit.

Trey was in the middle baking when you showed up, causing him drop the his bowl onto the floor. When he takes a good look at what is in fount of him he is sure it's you coming for a visit.

"[name]?" trey asks a pretty obvious question.

"Nooooo, it's another ghost." You let a sarcastic response, to which Trey laughs in response too.

"My bad prefect, I hope you'll forgive me?"

You nodded your head in response to trey. You move closer to him , Trey stays still in response, having seen his fair share of horror movies he knows that sudden movement could cause you to leave at any second. Trey has small bit of flour on his face, he watches as you spread it all over his face, as you let out a small laugh, " You know Trey, I didn't expect you to be so clam about seeing a ghost."

Trey lets out a small laugh," Ah well I didn't ever think I would really meet one." with a small pause trey continues," But you know, everyone misses you, and they would love to see you too. But if I'm being honest right now I want to be a little selfish, and think you just came to see me..." His voice trail off at the last part, looking at your face for a reaction, and to his surprise he sees a small smile on your face.

" You can be selfish trey.... and just so you know your the only person I've come to see."

you give trey a small kiss on the check before disappearing.

After that trey hasn't seen or heard your ghost in a while, but he knows you're there when he catches a glimpse of your ghost fallowing him around, true to your word you haven't visited anyone else.

Cater

The first time Cater catches a glimpse of your ghost is in the background of one his recent photos. At first he thinks it was a bad shot, but when in then next couple of photos he sees the same mysterious blob thing in the background moving he know it must be a ghost! Cater really hopes that the ghost in his photos is you. Why does he hope that? It may or may not come from all the super natural romance he's watched thanks to his sisters.(and the part of him that is a hopeless romantic)

Being the smart person he is, he decides to get a Ouija board and try to contact the ghost in his photos, you.

It's a dark and rainy Saturday when Cater sits down to contact your spirt. He sits in his room curtains drawn with a bunch of candles lit, all scented of course.

Cater puts his hands on the planchette, asking "Is anyone there?"

To his surprise the planchette moves towards yes. Being honest Cater didn't think the Ouija board would work.

Despite his horror he continues asking questions, "Who are you?"

He's genuinely happy when he sees the start of your name being spelt and even more happy when your name is fully spelt out.

Cater continues to ask questions, to your ghost, until he ends up falling asleep.

The next morning Cater wakes up to all the candles in his room being blown out, and he is slightly surprised because the last thing he remembers is talking to you.

Later that day when cater comes back to his room he absolutely ecstatic to see sitting by the Ouija board.

"You know you forgot to say goodbye."

Cater lets out a small chuckle as he rushes to your side, getting close but not close enough to touch your ghost.

He starts taking a selfies from all different angles while telling you to make different poses and faces.

When he's finshed taking photos he sits down next to your ghost, letting out a little sigh as he closes his eyes," You know prefect I've missed you, it's no fair you get to go dying like that? tots not cool to just ghost me like that!"

"Cater did you just make a ghost pun?"

"You've must have heard something."

you let out a small giggle scooting closer to Cater.

Cater stays frozen in place, as you move closer towards him," Don't miss me to much, Cater." You brush the hair away from his face, before vanishing.

For a while you show up in Caters photos in someway, but as the more time passes the less frequent your appearance become, until one day they just stop.

Cater takes all the photos that you showed up and prints them out, putting them into a special little photo book.

Ace and Deuce (let's face it they're never apart)

Ever science your un-timely death Ace and Deuce haven't spent much time apart, now they're practically attached at the hip. As much as they fight they won't spend more that 20 minutes apart.

So of course the first time they meet your ghost they're together.

The first time they had contact with your ghost was when the two of them where at Ramshackle, going through your stuff, taking things that Grim might need or want (not their idea it was Trey's).While going through your stuff they hear a faint whisper that sounds like gibberish.

This freaks the two out so bad that they run out of the dorm, and don't sleep that night.

The next incident is during a test, Deuce was stuck on one question and couldn't think of the answer, when his pencil rolled onto on of the answers and didn't get off untill he chose it, he tells Ace abut this but Ace tells him he's crazy.

Ace first encounter was after basketball practice, he was staying behind alone in the locker room.

While he was just waiting in the locker room, something fell out of his basketball locker, he wouldn't have paid much attention to it if it wasn't for what fell. The key chain you had bought for him had fallen off his bag, this freaks him out but not enough to tell Deuce.

The first time they see your ghost is when they are visiting your grave, there they see you sitting on top of your grave stone.

Ace starts by gently pushing Deuce towards you ,but neither want to approach so Deuce calls out, "Prefect?"

To their surprise, you turn your head, calling out the them "Deuce!Ace! You know I was trying to get your attention right?"

The two of the quickly turn around, and whisper to each other about whether what they where seeing was real or not. When your ghost approaches them from behind, leading to Ace and Deuce screaming.

Ace was the first to break the silence,"You're real right?Like this isn't some joke?"

You gently flick both of their heads,in demonstration that you where indeed real,"Of course I am."

Much to your surprise the two tackle you into a hug,somehow.

The three of you stand in a tight group hug.

Much to there dismay after a few minute you disappear .

Determined to see your ghost one last time the two try a lot of dumb rituals to contact your spirt, none work.

That's until two days later when they go back to their shared room. When they open the door to their room your sitting on Aces bed, while deuce tries to rush to you ace stop him, telling him the contact could have been what caused to to vanish the first time.

Understanding this the two sit down on the floor in front of you.

You spend hours talking to ace and deuce telling them how much you care for them and how grateful you where for them. Deuce also spills his heart to you, telling you how much he missed you and how he wants you back. what surprises you the most is when ace returns the feelings.

After one last heart filled hug you disappear, this time for good.

#twst x reader #twst angst #x reader #riddle x reader #trey x reader #cater x reader #ace x reader #duece x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #trey clover x reader #cater diamond x reader #ace trapolla x reader #duece spade x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonder land x reader angst

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dajo42 · 3 months

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(There's No Such Thing As A) Ghost Dog

written and performed by me!! daisy!!! (she/they)

this is a poem i wrote about the time i Definitely Didnt encounter a ghost dog. because ghost dogs dont exist.

for more of my stuff, follow my writing insta daisychainsandrefrains !!!!

Transcript:

nothing is out of the ordinary here