#i hope he dies worst fucking decision
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I think the Oaks plus Hermie should fucking kick scam to death for that prophecy being fake, i am so fucking close to doing a whole ass jurgen leitner rant about scam fucking likely rn fuck this shit omg. So Hero got fucking traumatized and trained and was put under so much fucking pressure for NOTHING?!?! She fucked up her relashonship with her brother and whole family for nothibg?! Sparrow put really high expectations onto his kids for shit. Like if not for the fucking prophecy Normal and Hero wouldnt be fucking traning at daddies and so code purple wouldnt fucking happen and maybe Henry would still fucking talk with his fucking sons. Jebać Scama, wtf skurwiel jebany omg hold me the fuck down or i will rip his skin of one milimeter at a time with my own nails fuck that guy, cocks in his ass shut the fuck up oh my fucking god his bitchass got me so fucking pissed. I hope he dies in agony, bitch got me swearing in polish i hope he diesssss!!!!
#dndads#dungeons and daddies#dndads spoilers#swearing#i amso so pissed#jebać go naprawdę co za pacan#i hope he dies worst fucking decision#the finale was so fun and now this shit got me mad#i hope post canon the oaks beat his ass into a pulp hope the lovewolf mangles his ass#fuck scam likely ong#i am such a hater rn shit got me pissed
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I feel like disappointment in Biden is baffling to me because he was always a disappointment. He was the asshole who got to ride to power on the coattails of a better man. He told bizarre and repeated lies (despite getting caught at it and his team telling him not to) about having a Welsh coal miner dad when he did not and he stole that story from actual Welsh people. I read a profile of him years back that pointed this out and told the story of the time he straight up ignored good advice from an expert not to plant a certain kind of tree too close together and flew a bunch of them out to plant, at night because he was just too fucking excited about it, and they all died. He’s not a smart man! He’s charismatic ish and lacks principles and as far as I can tell doesn’t really care about abortion rights or a lot of things we’d consider pretty critical to preserving freedom. I sincerely thought he couldn’t become President because there were so many obviously better candidates in the pool. I underestimated the sexism and antisemitism in American politics, and when he became the candidate in 2020 I gritted my teeth and voted for him because the alternative was a man who is not only an idiot but also profoundly dangerous. Trump is not ha-ha crazy, he’s Mussolini crazy. He is not dangerous because he’s stupid, although that doesn’t help; he’s dangerous because he does not care about anyone except himself under any circumstances and if that means he lets the far right push us straight into forced birth for white women and sterilization for women of color he’s going to do that. If that means conversion therapy for queers and death penalty for homosexual acts he’s going to do that. He has literally no limits. If he gets back into power, a whole lot of people are going to die, again. It’s not a hypothetical because it happened the first time and he’s only going to get worse.
I am not, never have been, and never will be a fan of Biden. To pretend that he and Trump are in any way equivalent is wrong at best and another goddamn Russian psy-op at worst. To pretend that a third party candidacy is viable in the US is to completely ignore every election of your lifetime and your parents’ lifetimes, and to further ignore the lesson of Ross Perot.
You cannot save Palestinians by not voting for Biden in November; the best you can do is chip away at his margin, and the worst you can do is see Trump elected so he can decide to do the worst possible thing in ever circumstance. Biden has Palestinian blood on his hands and watching this when we could have had Bernie or Elizabeth Warren instead is maddening. (I would have preferred Hillary to Trump, but I don’t think she’d be any different than Biden here. They’re both old-school politicians.)
I hate everything about this, and I hate that saying “maybe don’t put the man who literally said he would kill his political enemies in power” is seen as supporting genocide. It’s acknowledging reality. Joe Biden as a person can eat rocks for all I care. I was kind of hoping he’d die sooner in his term so we’d have time to get used to and then vote for President Harris. (Remember when the line was “she’s a cop, don’t vote for her”? Funny how there’s always a reason not to vote for a woman or a person of color or someone you just “don’t like” and can’t put a finger on why except she “seems angry.” Oh does she. How would she not? When Michelle fucking Obama, the picture of grace , STILL got called angry for having the nerve to be a Black woman with an opinion? When Hillary Clinton lost to a man with no political experience to her decades and who openly discussed sexually assaulting women? Would you have voted for President Harris? Or would you let Trump win again because you don’t LIKE her personally and she’s made decisions and statements you disagree with?)
Biden has both less power than his critics give him credit for and more power than his fans give him credit for. He needs to do more to pressure Israel and although it’s a delicate diplomatic situation I’d rather see us fuck up our diplomatic relationship with Israel than watch more Palestinians get murdered for things like “wanting to eat” and “existing.” The line has been crossed, and he doesn’t see it. Because he wasn’t the best person for the job. Because they didn’t get elected, because of sexism/antisemitism/racism. Hell, I have no idea what bootlicker Pete Buttegieg would have done here, but I’d have given him a try. But no. We got Biden and we’re stuck with this reality where you can be as leftist as you want and still have to look at the situation and decide whether you’re comfortable contributing to a Trump victory through inaction. I want socialism—I want every single person on Earth to have clean drinking water, enough safe food, shelter, medical care, and education—and I’m going to vote for Biden, pissy as it makes me, because the only actual alternative is so, so much worse, for me personally as both a woman and a queer, and for everyone in America and the rest of the world who Trump would find reasons to hurt. What do you think the man who openly and repeatedly praises dictators is going to do when those dictators massacre their own people? Yes, we need to care about this genocide now. We also need to care about all of the other people who are at real risk, both at home and abroad. Would a Trump government agree to fund military intervention in Haiti without insisting on it being a colonial exercise in power? Would a Trump government roll back the restrictions on discriminating against transgender patients in healthcare? How would Trump respond if Orban started dragging people into the streets and shooting them en masse? How would Trump respond if China finally went for it and invaded Taiwan? There are more lives at stake here than mine or yours or even those of the Palestinians, who have deserved better for literally decades and are being mass killed in ways that should result in immediate sanctions, a war crimes trial, and the execution of Netanyahu.
The world deserves better from you than complicity in a Trump victory.
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FOR ALL TIME, ALWAYS – Loki x female reader
Summary: Loki escapes the TVA for a moment. Desperate and brokenhearted, he looks for you, his wife, in the Sacred Timeline. Even if you saw him die ten years ago.
Word count: 3.9k.
Warnings: LOTS of angst, some fluff, spoilers of Loki series in general. Language. Maybe I'm not getting how the branches work oops. This is right after the end of 2x02 and before 2x03. My English is also a warning, just in case.
Notes: while looking on the tags I checked a post of someone asking for a TVA Loki fic where he finds the reader but her Loki died in IW (not canon in my head btw). So I wrote it because is such a great idea, but I can't find the original post... ;-; anyway hope you like this!
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It's harder to stay...
Wasn't this situation hard enough? Sylvie was right. She had a point. But Loki wanted to do the right thing. Maybe he would find a chance... Again, right? Probably he would make the proper decisions this time.
The TVA was already fucked up, and with it, the thousands of timelines and lives in danger within them. Sometimes, it looked like it didn't matter. In the end, they were trying to fix something that was already broken.
Loki let out a deep breath he didn't realise was holding and walked to talk directly to his partner, Mobius.
"I need a favor," Loki mumbled, so the grey-haired man would be the only person to hear his voice.
Mobius met his eyes. He knew that gaze, it meant he was up to something. "What kind of favor?"
The god motioned Mobius to step away from the newly acknowledged variants and far away from what B-15 was witnessing. The branches were pruned from the whole existence; thousands and millions of lifes lost to the void in just the blink of an eye. Loki knew he had to do something before it got worst. Something for himself.
"I need to go the Sacred Timeline," Loki announced.
"Are you nuts?" Mobius scolded, in the same low voice tone Loki had used.
"Is just- listen, it's something I have to do. I really need to go back there. Need to see someone, make sure everything is okay," Loki insisted.
During all the times Loki showed he was desperate, Mobius was sure this was the peak of all of them. He wasn't explaning more than necessary, he looked serious, and his voice was crisp. Loki knew what he wanted at that moment. Mobius sighed, his hands finding the pockets of his pants, unsure of Loki's request.
"So it's personal..."
"A little, yeah," Loki nodded.
"Promise it'll be quick," Mobius said, taking off the TemPad from his pocket and his hand stopped in the air before the object could lay in the god's grip. "Don't make me regret this."
"I won't."
2029, Sacred Timeline
When Loki arrived to his destination, the nerves got the best from him. New York looked no different from the last time he was there. Shifting his usual clothes he wore at the TVA, he chose a plain suit to go undercover, or at least decided he would try to, considering he was a criminal once in Midgard.
But as he walked through the halls of the familiar building he met decades ago, he didn't really care. He longed for something else. Better say, someone. And it was you.
You, who met him in the past right after Thor's banishment, and even helped him to find the Teseract, only to give up to SHIELD and those idiots that people called 'The Avengers'. Of course his heart hurted for a long time, but Loki tried to deny the feelings blooming inside and instead, he just decided to walk away from you, even if that meant hurting you. It was the best.
At least that was what he believed until he checked further his file; the file that Mobius had prepared for him. His life. Even after what he did to your people and planet, you still held no grudges. And Thor was good enough to seek for yours and the sorcerer's, Stephen Strange, help once Hela appeared in their lives.
Loki would never forget the loving look in your beautiful eyes when you saw him again, after years of parting ways. He really paid attention to you while watching his file, and he found there was only love, protection, and care in you. All for him. Someone who didn't deserve it, he thought.
He felt grateful at least he had the pleasure to enjoy happiness for a moment. Even if that meant Asgard was destroyed. Loki already lost his mother, his father, and he almost lost his brother. He couldn't stand losing you either. The simple idea of living without you - even if he didn't know you further than your Loki did - was unbearable pain.
So while in the ship on the way to Midgard with the asgardians and survivors of the Ragnarok, you held a cozy, small wedding when he asked you to marry him. This was one of the parts Loki would replay again and again from his file, with disbelief that he was actually happy and joyful, enjoying a good time with you, his brother, and all the asgardians who survived. Loki felt full of hope after your wedding, thinking fate had better things to come with you as an oficial part of his life.
Unfortunately, it didn't last long, thanks to the Mad Titan. As his steps got near your door, the memory of his brother and your figure mourning on his lifeless body appeared on his mind. It was an image he couldn't erase that easily. Probably, he would never forget that was his original destiny all the way. That was meant to be. And for now, he could not change it.
Loki stopped outside your apartment. He took a deep breath and raised his shaking hand to reach the doorbell. He waited for a moment, not knowing if seconds or minutes went by, it felt eternal. Until the door opened and he saw you.
The bright smile you had on your lips faded away. Your eyes flooded with tears, your forehead was furrowed, and still, Loki thought you were the most beautiful creature in all the Nine Realms.
"Hi..." Loki barely whispered, his eyes were glossy and a single tear also ran down his pale cheek.
You were clearly in shock. You wanted to get closer and finally touch him, to feel him physically. But even if you wanted to move to take his hand to confirm it wasn't a trick of your ruined mind, your body was stiff and your feet were glued to the ground.
"Is this an illusion?" you trembled.
All Loki could do was shaking his head, before muttering. "No..."
"Loki, I saw you die..."
Tears ran down your face, denying to yourself that this was real. That this was really happening to you. And your mind started to wonder all the possible scenarios and reasons on why him, the god of mischief, the only person you loved dearly with all your mind, body and soul, was standing right in front of your door even if he was gone for you... Long gone now. And that couldn't be undone.
"I know you did, my love."
You tried to smile, even a little bit, as he pronounced those words so dearly. Loki came closer to your figure, carefully placing a trembling hand on your cheek, feeling the tears flowing on your skin. You leaned into his touch, with a simpering smile. Such was the effect you had on him, that a silly smile he also had on his lips.
And you realized Loki was so real... His touch, his heat, his smile, his scent, the way he would hold you... Everything about him was exactly as you remembered. You felt his lips brushing softly against yours, gentle and hesitant, and instantly, you melted into a slow kiss, sure knowing that Loki would taste the salt of your tears running down your face. Leaning in closer as the space between would allow you, you savoured each second your breaths allowed, longing to remain right there for eternity. For all time. Always.
"But now I am here... and I can explain," he whispered once you separated your lips from his in the sweetest way.
You let out a soft chuckle. "Mind to enlighten me, oh, god of mischief?"
Finally you guided him inside your apartment. That old apartment Loki saw his other self visiting a couple of times before you were something. It still had your vibe around it and he loved it. He felt like he was at home after a very long time. Once you closed the door, his arms wrapped around your figure, and you let yourself cry, pressing against his chest and with a tight grip of your hands on his coat.
"You don't have any idea of how much I have missed you all these years," you sobbed and his heart shrank on his chest. "I kept wishing every night and every day to be me instead of you."
"My love," he said softly, separating a little and cupping your cheeks with his warm hands. His eyes were red now because of the tears he was holding back again. "Don't say that... It was supposed to happen."
"What?" you mumbled.
Your hands found his wrists and you pulled his palms away from your cheeks. However you kept the contact with him, you just needed to touch him, to feel he was in the flesh. He was alive right now, wasn't he?
"Look, I am not your Loki. I know what you did, what the Avengers did after Thanos-" his voice broke just a bit but he continued. "I know everything. I just couldn't resist knowing there was someone for me, out there in the Nine Realms, capable to love me for who I am," Loki explained as he watched your face. Was it disappointment? Confusion? He didn't know, but he had to tell you the truth.
Your voice came out as a barely audible whisper. "So... you are saying... you're another Loki? Another him?"
He nodded softly. "I am." Loki thought for a moment on how to explain everything, but he just went for what his heart felt it was right. "It's a little complicated. I did something that wasn't supposed to be, and perhaps will sound like I'm insane, but thanks to that I am kind of trapped in time. With an organization that is not what everyone thought it was, hence a multiverse was created. Sponsored by another me, by the way. You are in what is called the Sacred Timeline, where things flow as how they were supposed to since forever. And I just needed to see you after I found out you were the love of my life."
You took a moment to understand everything he said, wishing that his fate would have been different from what originally happened. Loki gave his best, even in the last worst moments, he was changing for good. For you. For Thor... It wasn't fair.
"Your death was supposed to be then?"
"Yes, it was."
"Oh, Loki," you cried. "You know what, I don't care what's happened. I'm just- I feel happy seeing you here... Please tell me everything you've been through. I want to hear your voice again, to know you're with me right now, to feel you near... I'm not crazy, am I?" you chuckled between tears and Loki curved his lips in a smile, wiping your tears from your face with his thumbs.
Loki granted your wish and explained everything, answering every question you had about the lies of the TVA; the files he found out were his whole life; about Sylvie, Mobius and his variants. He spilled all you wanted to hear, asking like a child, until you understood what was happening. You noticed he truly had changed, just like your Loki did when he reunited with Thor before the Ragnarok took over Asgard. It was a bittersweet feeling however, thinking how much they they seemed to each other. They were the same person after all, but this Loki didn't had the chance to continue his path as it was supposed to.
Taking his hand into yours, you leaned towards him and laid down your head on his shoulder while you both sat comfortable in the couch, just enjoying each others company. Your eyes were dry at this point after crying for what it felt were hours, but his voice helped to soothe you enough.
"I'm glad knowing you have someone like Mobius by your side," you said after a quiet moment. "He sounds like a very good friend," you looked at him, waiting for an answer. "Because that's what he is to you, right?"
"He is a great friend, I'm not alone if that is what is troubling you," Loki affirmed.
You let out a sigh. "That is totally a relief to me."
Loki chuckled softly, leaning to leave a kiss on your hair. "Now you've heard everything about me, would I hear something from you?"
"I'm just a mortal, Loki," you smiled. "Doing the normal shit, not the superhero stuff anymore. I am hating my pretty much normal office job every day; I feed the birds when I go outside at the park, also thinking about adopting a cat or a dog... Maybe a dog."
"Or you could do both."
"Yeah, I might. But my place isn't that big for pets. Sometimes I feel like I'm too alone, very much alone... I would love to have a big farm, or a cabin in the mountains with lots of plants, pets and animals to take care of." The idea did sound good for Loki. Hopefuly you could find peace that way. "Do you remember Pepper?" you said, straighting up on the couch to look at him. He nodded. "Well, after Tony died I still visit her and their daughter, Morgan. She is ten years old, could you believe it?" Loki noticed the sorrow and pain you still carried after all those years of losing your friends, your people... "And I've been missing you and mourning you for ten years as well."
"It's not your fault."
"I know, Loki."
"Do whatever is the best for you, my dear... I would have loved to be here with you now, as the Loki from the Sacred Timeline."
You smiled, but it was a sad smile. "Well, either way, you're here now. It's all that matters to me."
Once again, you shared a loving kiss and took his hand to walk to the kitchen, asking him to take a seat in your breakfast bar, glad he decided to search for you in one of your free days. Otherwise, you would have surely missed his visit. But he was looking for you. Probably Loki would have found you anywhere at this point.
You talked some more while you had some tea and ate some cookies that you saved for special days on the shelfs. The afternoon was pleasant, and this was your turn to speak. Loki, coat long gone, was catching up with you and he asked every single thing about your life now. He smiled more than ever, laughed more than you have ever seen, and it was certainly something you could get used to from now on. Knowing you never continued your life with another person made his heart ache though. However, Loki was no one to blame. He would have done the same thing. No other was like you, no one would have replaced you.
"It's my decision," you finally said, reading his face like an open book. "I have loved you, I love you now and I will love you forever."
He took your hand, lacing your fingers with his. "I know..."
"The day we married you gave me a ring. I always have it with me, today I'm not working, but I use this necklace with your ring," you searched for the necklace hiding inside your shirt and taking it off, you showed him the precious jewel hanging on a fine golden chain. The ring he recognized once was from his mother. "I want you to have it."
"No,I can't-"
"But this is what I want. I know I would have to forget, because you will make me forget about this. About you, coming here, risking everything just to see me. So please, take it."
Loki knew you had made a decision, but then if he left, taking your memories away about this day, what was left for you? He had nothing, and it was okay. He would still know he came to the Sacred Timeline; that he kissed you, that you shared a moment together, that you still loved him. But you will have none of that. And you, as human as you were, would die without the memories and without the ring. You would have nothing and he was sure couldn't bear it.
"Perhaps I can have something else to remember you, I want you to keep this ring as a promise," he closed your hand around the necklace. "My promise that I still love you and I will do it. Forever."
And you sighed, taking the necklace back with a smile. Always so stubborn. "Give me a moment."
Loki saw you leave the kitchen for some minutes. While he was alone, he noticed the sunset through the windows, as it was almost ending to welcome the dark sky around the city. He knew he had to go soon. As much as he didn't want to and the simple thought of runing away was starting to hurt him deep inside.
When you arrived, you stood by his seat on the breakfast bar, putting a small photograph, perfect for a passport, on the surface. It was all in black and white, and you looked what you thought it was nice. Loki took it between his hands, lovingly and with a proud smile on his face.
"I used that when I was taking my Master's degree. Looks pretty decent," you joked.
Loki laughed, tears right at the corner of his eyes. "It's more than that. It's perfect."
His smile faded, knowing this meant he had to leave you again. Loki wasn't supposed to have a happy ending, was he? How he wished to stay there by your side.
You kissed his cheek as a sort of goodbye and comfort at the same time, noticing the sudden change on his face and whispered softly. "So you don't search for me on those files."
"Thank you, love."
Loki got on his feet to put his coat on, like some sort of mental preparation before leaving your apartment and the Sacred Timeline. He saved your photograph on his pocket securely along with Mobius' TemPad, pretending to be strong and swallowing all the pain he was feeling right at that moment. You took his hand, lacing your fingers together one last time and walked until you stood there, in the middle of your living room. He looked at you with loving eyes, trying to save your face and your figure before returning to where he was supposed to be now. And it seemed like time had stopped, as everything Loki could see and feel was you and only you.
"I guess is time now," you began, interrupting his mind.
"I guess it is," Loki nodded, expecting an answer from you. Anything. But it never came. You were also trying to save the moment as much as you could.
So he cupped your cheeks, feeling for the last time your warm, soft skin against his palms. He didn't want to talk, because if he would have said something, it meant you were really saying goodbye forever. What Loki didn't know is that you felt the same thing.
Was there something good to say to your lover, whose destiny was just to bring the best from other people with his cruelty and chaos? To the man who had learn to make things better and, in the end, died trying to protect his people and his wife? Was there anything out there that would bring the god of mischief the happiness and love you always knew he deserved? With these branches and multiverse thing, you hoped deep in your heart there was a universe where he found what he longed for so long. This was just one of many of them. Probably he was happy and living in peace in some others.
"I love you, Loki," you mumbled. He caressed your skin with his thumbs and wiped the small tears that were running on your cheeks.
"I love you too."
Loki leaned to kiss you one last time. You welcomed the kiss with shut eyes, savouring his lips and the taste of your tears, mixing now with his own.
The pain started to bloom; every heartbeat felt like a sledgehammer pounding against his chest. He was not ready to let you go, so this was all he could do. The seidr flowed from his fingers, the green lights covering your body with the help of the spell he casted for you was made to protect you from anything that could get out of hand in the Sacred Timeline, particularly from his own hands, the hands of the TVA, or any other danger that could chase you. Because if something would happen to you due to his stubborn decision, Loki knew he wouldn't forgive himself. What he was sure about though, was that he would still look for you until the end of time.
So when the kiss ended, you fell asleep in seconds. He had to take your sleeping figure with his arms to your bedroom, where he carefully laid you down on the bed. Making sure you were comfortable in your sleep, fixing the pillows and the blankets, Loki remained there, just to take in the serenity emanating from you. It was something you had, the ease and calm your aura projected to everyone in the room. This was the last thing Loki wanted to save from you.
He kissed your forehead and dried the tears on your face before standing up. Once you were to wake up in some hours, you would not be able to know everything was real. Loki made sure you thought it was a dream. So that is what you would have in your head. Something you wished for so long that will only be nothing but thoughts, scenes and emotions that felt absolutely true. As real as life could be.
Loki took the TemPad and opened the timedoor to go back to the TVA, where he knew Mobius would be waiting already since he left for hours. Without looking back to your room, he stepped in and forced to compose himself just in case he would bump into someone else. He sighed, observing through the halls of the headquaters as he made his way back to the room that was assigned to him.
At his door, a worried Mobius was already waiting for him, walking in circles.
"God, Loki I thought you were gone for a second," the analyst breathed out. Loki just handed the TemPad and Mobius took it back. He noticed his weary demeanor and teary eyes. "Thank you. Sorry I doubted you for a second."
"It's fine," Loki shrugged it off, looking for something on his pocket. The photograph slipped from his fingers and fell down to the floor. Mobius was quick enough to pick it up for him, but as he gave it back to his owner he observed it thoroughly.
"So this was the personal thing you did," Mobius said, looking the photograph resting on Loki's hand. He remembered that face from his files.
"Yeah... I guess all set now," Loki sighed.
"Good, I hope you're ready for another trip to the Sacred Timeline." Mobius turned to walk away, deciding it was better to give him some time, but he turned back to Loki before doing so. "And if you're feeling like talking about this any day, only between us, just let me know."
And with that, he walked away. Loki smiled, standing alone outside his door.
You were right. Mobius was a good friend.
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TOXIC
LEVI X READER
A/N: a combination of the horny angst that’s been swirling in my head for a few days.
Listen. Do I condone what’s about to happen in this? No. Was it fun to write? Absolutely.
CW: MDNI • explicit sexual content below • toxic fucking • unprotected/raw sex • creampie • breeding kink • fucking does not solve problems • neither do babies • toxic Levi and toxic Reader tbh
This was a bad idea. Terrible; one of your worst to date.
And yet, as Levi spread you out across his kitchen counter — the counter that, until two weeks ago, had also been yours — you couldn’t for the life of you remember why every alarm bell in your head was sounding off, begging your body stiffen, to reject the man lowering himself between your thighs, his gray eyes glowing nearly silver with desire.
“Just can’t stay away, can you?” His lips are hot and silky as they slope messily across your thighs, and his fingers push aside the hem of your sundress to make way for him. “Because try as you might, you know no one will ever be able to fuck you like I can.”
Ah. That was why.
Because you and Levi had broken up. You were no more; a past concept, a memory.
In the end, your three-year relationship died not in a fiery blaze of glory, but in cold resignation. He’d sat stoically at the kitchen table as you’d confessed that you could no longer stomach being second or third or whatever place behind his true passion — work — and that it was time for you to put yourself first, for once, since he wouldn’t.
The only sign of his emotion has been his fists — clenched so tight that the skin of his knuckles had gone white.
I’m done. I have nothing left to give you, Levi. Not when you only ever take and offer nothing in return.
He’d tried to argue once you announced your intention to move out that night. He’d fought to convince you to wait until morning, to put away the small suitcase you’d packed with your most essential belongings, to sleep on it — on the decision overall. But you’d known that if you’d stayed, you would have changed your mind — would’ve let him change your mind, and he’d known that, too. So you’d held firm, turned your back on him and forced yourself to walk out of the door to your apartment, suitcase in hand.
You hadn’t intended to return, and it seemed like he’d accepted it. He’d even gone so far as to mail whatever of your belongings you hadn’t managed to pack to your parents’ address. So though you spent your nights staining your pillow with bitter tears, your heart feeling like little more than a misshapen lump of meat barely beating in your chest, you’d at least gotten what you thought you’d wanted: a clean break.
Until he’d texted you that all of your mail was still being sent to your — his — address. He’d offered to pay to have it forwarded to you, but when you saw how much that would have put you in his debt, you’d begrudgingly told him you’d stop by on your way home from work and pick it up.
Really, you knew better; should have known better, at least.
And perhaps your logic would have won over your desire, but then Levi’s fingers tug your underwear to the side and his mouth latches to your core, and all the chatter that constitutes your higher reasoning fades to an indiscernible buzz in the back of your skull. The moment you feel something hot and wet prodding your entrance, your mind whites out without the hope of coherency returning any time soon, as Levi begins to fuck you with his tongue.
With a keening cry, your legs seize around his head, trapping him between your thighs. Your hands shoot to grip his hair, desperate to find purchase; to find anything to help keep you tethered here, to reality, rather than risk floating away in clouded bliss.
But Levi is too committed to tearing down the wall you’d carefully spent the last two weeks building, brick by brick. So as his tongue pumps steadily into your core, he shifts, his fingers digging into the meat of your thighs as he presses you harder against his face. His jaw works furiously and when his teeth graze against your clit, you lose whatever last vestige of control you’d clung onto.
You’re sobbing through clenched teeth but utterly helpless to stop your hips as they begin churning and grinding against his mouth. Levi hums in approval, and throw your eyelashes, you spot the way his pupils dilate, chasing away the cool silver of his irises and replacing them with something black and hungry.
“Atta girl,” he praises between his thrusts, and the vibrations of his mouth against your heated, sensitive flesh nearly makes you drool. “For once in your life, stop fuckin’ thinking.”
He swirls his tongue around you entrance one more time before he replaces it with his fingers, plunging two into your cunt and curling them. He finds that rough patch on your innermost wall with a near frustrating ease.
It’s infuriating to know that the person you know can’t give you what you really need is somehow the only person who knows exactly how to give you what you want. And, judging by the faint smirk pulling at Levi’s lips they latch around that bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs, you know he can see your resolve crumbling under his feverish mouth.
“You don’t even remember why we were arguing, do you?” He jeers between harsh sucks at your clit as you continue to writhe and cry out for more. “You just wanted to cause a scene; make me sweat a little.”
You want to fight back; you want to tell him that he’s wrong, that you’d meant it when you’d said your relationship had run its course, but he won’t give you the space to do so. Not when he presses his face firm against your center and rocks his head side to side, reducing any protestations you might have had to pitiful whimpers.
“You’ve got my attention, sweetheart. Let’s see if you know what to do with it.”
Levi slips a third finger into your core and you come undone. With his teeth grazing your clit in time with each measured thrust of his fingers into your heat, you shatter against the kitchen counter, hard enough that stars dance in the corners of your eyes.
“That’s my girl,” Levi groans as he continues to lap at your sensitive and overstimulated flesh. “You’re always so fuckin’ pretty when you cum.”
His praise, coupled with the way his mouth continues to work at your cunt prolongs the waves of your release, until your legs are trembling against the smooth granite of the countertop, and tears are gathered in your eyes. Your walls spasm weakly one final time and then it’s over, your limbs limp and your brain little more than a puddle of liquid between your ears.
Levi steps back and the heat in his eyes is unmistakable; you know, by the way his eyes turn from steel to molten ore that he wants more; wants to take and take and make you bend to him.
You shouldn’t do it; you know you shouldn’t. You know that what’s happening between you is a manifestation of everything that was toxic about your relationship. Levi, always needing to be in control, who only listened when you were at your breaking point, but could never fully give you what you needed. You, who made far too many excuses, who let him dictate the norms of your relationship because it was easy; being with him was easy, until it wasn’t.
So no, you shouldn’t give in; you should stand firm.
You reach for him anyways. “Levi,”
That’s all it takes; a pleading whimper of his name, your hands outstretched toward him, and Levi pounces. His mouth crashes against yours, and his kiss makes you feel whole even though you know he’s tearing your resolve apart.
And you let him; you let him, because you’d sworn you were going to spend your life with him. You believed, without a moment’s hesitation, that Levi was the one for you — the one you’d share the remainder of your days with, the one with whom you’d create and share a family. It was all you’d wanted, and Levi, to his credit, had assured you it was what he’d wanted, too. At least, he did; once.
And, as Levi’s hands slide under you to peel you off the counter, your legs locking around his waist with practiced ease, you know it’s what you still want; he’s what you want.
For all your desperation to have him, Levi is just as eager for you. He pivots you away from the counter, lips still moving heatedly against yours, only to drop you both to the cold tile floor, spreading you out beneath him as his lips begin trailing down your jaw, your neck. He’s too impatient to carry you to the bedroom, his hands fumbling with the buckle on his belt so he can have you then, now, on the kitchen floor.
“‘S been too long,” he pushes the straps of your sundress from your shoulders, yanking the bodice down to expose your. He groans at the sight of your bare breasts, and idly you wonder whether you made the subconscious decision to forgo your bra when you dressed that morning, in the event you’d end up here, under him.
His mouth closes around one pert nipple and you think it was the best decision you could have made; for nothing could possibly feel as right as the sensation of his hot mouth and silken tongue swirling around your soft flesh, nipping and sucking his devotion into your skin.
Your chest is heaving as his hands stroke down your body, pushing and pulling the skirt of your dress up, exposing the lower half of your body. Your legs are still little more than jelly thanks to the intensity of your previous climax, but you manage to wrap them around his hips all the same, clenching in an effort to bring him closer.
“Fuck,” he growls, and he imparts one final nip at your breast before he pulls back, his hands hurriedly shoving the waistband of his trousers and briefs down his hips, just far enough that he can pull his cock free. Your stomach flutters at the sight of him, ramrod hard, his tip already leaking with his desire.
He’s just as desperate for you as you are hopelessly in need of him.
Your eyes trace back up from where his length stands hard against his belly back to his face. A pretty pink blush has flushed his cheeks, spreading down his neck and chest, and his eyes are glassy with want.
“Levi,” you plead with a soft moan. “Baby, please —“
Baby. You hadn’t called him that often while you were together, but when you had, it was because you’d been so filled with affection — with love — that his name hadn’t been enough.
It was a slip, but it doesn’t go unnoticed by your ex. In an instant his body is covering yours, and he’s moaning into your mouth as one hand ensnares itself in your hair. Between quick kisses, you swear you hear him whisper your name against your lips, before his tongue swipes back in and steals your breath away.
He breaks your kiss to shove a hand between your bodies, gripping himself at his base and giving his length one, solid pump. You shift, spreading your thighs wider, ready to take him and feel whole once more.
He lines the tip of his cock up with your entrance and pauses. Impatiently, you buck your hips forward, trying to take him in, but he twists back just far enough that your wetness can only brush against him, a mockery of how you truly need him.
Levi ignores your howl of frustration. “If you want it, then tell me you’ll come home.”
Your teeth clench hard enough to crack, but you won’t give in; not yet, at least.
He’d been right; you wanted him to sweat a little, and damn if you weren’t going to try and bring him to his knees, if only for a bit. At least until he had you back in the palm of his hand, begging for a crumb of his attention.
So with a gritty determination that borders spite, you lock your ankles against his backside and haul him into you with all your might.
“Jesus — fuck!” His yell echoes off the gleaming stainless steel appliances as you force him fully inside you, unwilling to let him win this battle so soon. He falls forward, an arm flinging out beside your head to catch himself.
Your boldness pays off, for Levi is forced remain still, panting hard and his eyes screwed shut as he adjusts to the sensation of being fully buried in your warmth after so long. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see the way the muscles in the arm needed by your head ripples under the force of his restraint. Slowly, his eyes open and the darkness in them makes you pulse and contract around his length, your stomach fluttering in anticipation.
Your mouth falls into a perfect “o” as he begins to move once more. He sits back on his knees, back straight, and his hands come to rest on your hips. He tugs you up just enough that your backside rests against the tops of his thighs, your back forced into an arch away from the floor. His gaze drops to where you’re connected, your base pressed flush against his, and the sight of himself embedded so deeply inside you makes the fingers on your hips tighten.
Slowly, and with careful precision, he withdraws his cock from your heat until only his tip remains lodged in your entrance. His eyes flick to yours and then he slams back into you, forcing your breath from your lungs. He repeats the movement again and again, until your lower lip is wobbling and your fingers are sinking into the corded muscles of his forearms, unable to do anything but cling on as he hammers into you.
The stillness of the kitchen is soon disrupted by the telltale sounds of skin slapping against skin, punctuated by your breathy moans and Levi’s pants. Between the sharpness of his hips and the cold tile of the kitchen floor, you know you’re likely to walk away from this with bruises, but you can’t find it within yourself to care. Especially not when Levi is moving like this, each of his thrusts as punishing as they are calculated.
“What’d I say, huh? No one can fuck you like I can.”
Levi more often than not was a soft lover. Kind; generous; prone to taking his time with you, so much so that it was nearly painful, usually leaving you in a tearful puddle on your mattress, begging him for more.
But now, he’s trying to remind you of what you’re leaving behind by leaving him; he’s punishing you as much as he’s begging you to stay.
The thought makes you moan out, wanton and desperate, and the walls of your cunt clench harder around him.
His hips snap harshly against yours, choking off the sound in your throat. “So come back home,” and though you know he means for it to sound like an order, his eyes betray his urgency, his desperation to confirm that you hadn’t really meant it; that you’d given up on him in a moment of stress and exhaustion. “Quit being a brat and come home.”
You want to tell him you can’t — that the door had closed on your relationship the moment you’d pulled it shut behind you that day, but try as you might, the words will not form. All that spills from your mouth are broken utterances of his name, and even those flatten out into pathetic whines as Levi’s callused thumb finds your clit and begins to work, determined to haul you to the edge of your sanity and shove you over.
Your legs spasm around his waist as you begin your ascent to that sacred precipice. Your eyes are rolled back, your head thrashing from side to side as the pleasure, white hot and searing, mounts within you, that coil in your belly winding tight with every impassioned movement of his body against yours.
Distantly, you feel his hold on your hips tighten, and you can feel his thrusts growing sloppy. You know it’s only a matter of time before one of you succumbs to your release.
He growls your name, the last syllable tapering off in a small whine. “T-tell me — fuck — tell me where.”
Your eyes fly open and meet his, sobering awareness washing over you like a tidal wave.
Only once in the entire course of your relationship, did Levi ask where he was allowed to cum: the beginning. He’d asked the very first time you’d slept with him, legs in the air and over his shoulders, and once you’d made it clear you were on birth control, that had been the end of the discussion. You’d known that if you’d changed your mind, all you’d needed to do was tell him, and he’d adjust. Truthfully, however, you’d not minded the possibility of your birth control failing; you’d been content to let whatever happen, happen.
You’d told him as much, and he’d told you he shared the sentiment.
But that was then; this time, he’s giving you an out. A way to make sure this remains a one-time thing, a moment of weakness between two people too lost and broken to want anything different.
Levi’s eyes widen as the silence stretches between you, and his hips slow until he stops moving all together. The friction mounting where you’re connected is nearly unbearable, and you know the only way to relieve it is to give him an answer — whatever it may be.
This was it; the decision that will make or break you both. For once, he’s out the ball entirely in your court, and whatever comes after this moment of bliss — or frality — ends depends entirely upon you.
“Inside,” you barely manage to squeak, eyes wide and locked unwaveringly with his.
Even Levi hesitates. “Y/N —“
“Inside,” you repeat with slightly more conviction. “Cum inside me, Levi.”
“Your pill?” His hips have already resumed their pace, and you can feel how he’s grown harder at your insistence. But though his body is already moving in accord with your demand, his eyes look ready to bulge out of his skull when you manage the smallest shake your head.
“Inside.” You beg again, and you dig your heel harder into the steely muscle of his backside, limiting how far he’s able to pull his hips back; to pull out at all.
Because damn if he isn’t the only person in the world with whom you could fathom facing the consequences of fucking raw without even the safety net of the tiny blue pills still sitting at your pharmacy, waiting.
“Fuck,” he growls through clenched teeth, a tendon in his neck throbbing. “Fuck, you want me to give you a baby? So fuckin’ be it. As long as you’ll stay.”
He shifts over you, planting one foot on the ground so he can use his thigh to pin one of your legs back and to the side. His hand shoves under your other thigh, mimicking the position of your other leg as he mounts you, his full weight pressing you harder into the floor and keeping you spread wide for him.
Gone was the calculated precision of his earlier thrusts; now, Levi only presses his groin firmly against yours as he begins to rut, each rock of his hips pushing his length impossibly deeper into your slick warmth.
A cracked moan of his name signals that the blunt tip of his cock has brushed up against that spot within you that Levi knows will have you coming apart in minutes. And so, with a feral gleam sparking to life in his eyes, he shifts himself to press the head of his cock firmly against it, his hips rolling hard enough into you that you begin moving in time with him, your hips lifting up from the floor only to be pushed back by him as he works.
His balls are heavy against the underside of your ass as he continues to rut into you. You know he’s close when you feel him begin to twitch inside you, and the anticipation of being filled by him — so hot and sweet — makes the walls of your cunt clench harder around him.
If you thought you were a mess before, the way Levi mounts you on the floor has you nearly screaming with pleasure, so electric and blinding that all sights of the kitchen fade to white, and your eyes flutter shut.
But Levi won’t allow you to check out; not now, not ever.
“Look at me.” His free hand grabs your jaw in an attempt to force you to meet his eyes. You want to give him what he wants, but it’s far too difficult, what with the way yours are glued to the back of your skull, a thin line of drool leaking from the corner of your mouth.
“L-Levi,” you try and plead, to explain. But he has always demanded more of you than you knew how to give.
“Look at me.” His fingers squeeze your cheeks, insistent. “If you want my baby, then you’re gonna look at me while you cum.”
He’s doing it to prove a point — to prove that he still has control over you, over whatever it is that remains between you. And you, helpless against the whims of your heart, let him have it, because you love him.
Fuck. You love him.
You force your eyelids open to meet his punishing stare, and then his lips are crashing down against yours in a fiery clash of lips and teeth as both of you fight to consume the other. But you lose first, breaking your kiss to cry out as your climax slams into you with the force of a freight train, knocking your breath clean from your lungs.
It’s powerful; the most powerful orgasm you’ve had in memory, one that sends your back arching sharply up from the cool kitchen tile below, and pulls a howl of Levi’s name from your mouth.
You’re still straddled among the clouds of your pleasure when Levi succumbs to his own. His body tenses for a moment and then he’s coming undone, his hips giving one last, mighty push before he explodes.
He cums with a strangled groan that he silences by searing his mouth against your neck, his teeth sinking into your skin as he pulses within you.
You don’t try to stop the pleasured grin that forms on your mouth, nor the contented hums which vibrate in your chest as you hold him close to you, savoring the feeling of being warm and full of him.
You know you might regret the decision later; but there, spread out across his — your — kitchen floor, Levi’s full weight bearing down upon you as he continues to flood you with his release, you can’t help but feel that maybe this wasn’t the toxic choice at all. Perhaps this is simply a manifestation of everything that is good in your life.
Good. That’s what you decide to tell yourself as you feel Levi’s lips press sleepily against your neck. This is good; this is right.
Because this — he — is your home.
#attack on titan#shingeki no kyojin#levi ackerman#aot#aot x reader#aot fanfiction#aot smut#levi x reader#levi aot#snk levi#captain levi#levi x you#attack on titan fanfiction
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Boy fucking howdy, the BG3 obsession is real, and so is being unable to sleep. I cranked this out in 20 minutes in an absolute fervor because I’m OBSESSED, as we all are. Please forgive my absence, but let us rejoice that I have been possessed enough to write again.
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Admittedly, you all have had better days on the road to Baldur’s Gate. There have been close calls and hard fights, but today has decidedly been the worst. What started as a hopeful descent into the Githyanki Crèche ended in most of your party downed, and watching Laezel’s eyes lose light as she died. Shadowheart thankfully still had the wherewithal to walk you through the scroll you said you’d never had to use, hand in shaky hand. It took you about an hour to detach yourself from her side once you all made it back to camp.
Quiet nods and looks of understanding were sent all around you as you commanded your feet their last few steps to your tent. Gale would take over dinner tonight. Karlach would take care of the owlbear and Scratch. Others would take other duties. You would take care of sitting down on your cot and disassociating before you could unclip both straps of your armor. That’s how Astarion found you anyways.
You had been close, today. Despite the looming threats, you both woke up in cheery spirits. You had gossiped about how Raphael was a scumbag, but a hot one, how Shadowheart and Laezel would definitely make out by the end of this journey, among other things. Once battles had started, you had even found a nice flow physically. Shooting arrows over each others shoulders, stabbing enemies before they could get to the other. Something went wrong along the way. Discussions didn’t seem to go your way. No one you all encountered seemed very convinced of your decisions or leadership. You felt that it had started to infiltrate your team, despite their objections.
But someone had died on your watch. And for that, you’d never forgive yourself.
“Sweetheart, armor comes off before bed, you know.” A little less smug than usual. “He’s worried,” you think in passing. It seemed that his voice came from farther away, until you felt the whisper of his fingers on your shoulder. His way of not wanting to scare you. He’s very familiar with the look in your eyes right now. You have enough energy to finish unbuckling the second clasp before the chest piece falls to the floor with a dull thud. As you extend your torso to stretch properly for the first time today, both sets of eyes fall to a particularly dark red patch in your torso, right underneath your heart. Seems you’ve been stabbed. How long ago is anyone’s guess, but the armor seemed to hold as the worlds worst tourniquet. The volume of voices tune back out as you hear Astarions call for help, the pitch of panic sending you deeper into… something. Not quite nothingness. Not quite enough of something to call it anything. A general state of pain and emptiness.
Two sets of hands lift you enough to lay down on your cot. Voices mill around, but you feel the large hands of Halsin gingerly lift your shirt to begin healing. He leaves you in your bra as he begins his work. He has a way of making his deep booming voice so soothing when he knows you’re in pain. Astarion sits down closer to your face, and has one hand on the side of your cheek. His thumb runs across your cheekbone a little faster than usual, trying to comfort you as well as himself. Halsin has been around this enough that both men don’t seem to be phased, but Astarion starts his mix of worry and chastisement and care. Funny how he can speak so softly and so cutting at the same time.
“How many times have I told you to tell me when you’re hurt? You’re not holding up your end of the bargain,” he says, with no real seriousness. You look over long enough to see his creased brows, but in them, something new. He’s angry at you, for compromising the plan. For compromising his journey. For compromising the trust he put in you for being a team. He’s also mad at himself for not being in front of you to catch the blade.
“You’re no good to me dead, you know. I need you… I need you here.” He says, voice shaky, as Halsin finishes his spell. The newly connected skin is always itchy, so he puts a salve on before he leaves. He puts a large hand on Astarions shoulder and exchange a few words before he leans over and kisses you gently on the temple. He whispers, between the three of you “We’re here to take care of you, my heart. Please allow us to.”
Now that the physical pain has started to subside, the emotions you’ve been pushing down through the day start to bubble up. You start to feel the dirt, the blood, the viscera on your skin. How compressed everything is starting to get. You lean up and start to breathe. A little too fast, a little too heavy. Astarions eyes get wide, he’s seen you stressed but this is something different. You hurry to a nearby abandoned building near camp while he stays behind a step, a little stunned.
Normally this would be the time he freezes, unsure of emotions, unsure how to help. But it’s usually him that’s going through something like this. It’s usually you who calms him down, brings him back to center. What has he done to make you feel like this?
You sit in the corner of a decrepit old rampart. Panic attacks haven’t been prevalent for quite some time. You don’t hear him, once again until he’s next to you. You notice your cot and some creature comforts set up a few feet away. A few curtains strewn to block out the inevitable morning sun. Some candles for light.
“Thought you might like some alone time tonight.” He says, voice deep and steady and sure of himself. For someone so lithe and nimble, you forget he can lift you in his arms. And he does settling you in bed, sitting while you feel him taking his shirt off and leaning you against his chest. The skin on skin contact, you’ve found, comforts him as much as it comforts you.
The shock of Astarion moving with such assuredness brings you a little bit back to surface. You clear your throat and say “I’m sorry for troubling everyone. Today was a little hard for me.” Your voice breaks a little at the end, and so does your resolve as you cry, letting the emotions of the day out.
He runs fingers through your hair and turns you into his chest as you release all your worry from the day. “You know, I honestly don’t know how you’ve kept it together this far, my sweet.” He brings his face to the side of yours, steadying your breathing and letting his breath warm your neck. “I haven’t had to be strong for anyone… well, other than myself. But I didn’t even do a good job then. You’re so much more than you know. To them. To me.” He lays a field of kisses to the side of your face and neck while his arms surround you, fingers lacing together. “I… don’t know how to do this part. I don’t know how to be good at this. To comfort. But I do know I’ve never been more torn apart when you’re in pain. Please. Let me… try. Let me try to be good at this.”
Chest heaving, you look up and take his mouth into yours. You kiss deeply, letting it say all the things you’re too tired to say. Too tired to thank him for. He seems to understand, as he cradles your face in his palm. A kiss that’s said more than you’ve said to each other for weeks.
As sleep overtakes you, he brings you into his chest, arm circling your shoulder.
The last burst of energy wouldn’t allow your mouth to say it, but Astarion felt the tadpole twitch with the three words you two had been dancing around for some time. If his heart still beat it would keep him up for the rest of the night. In hope. In anticipation to say it back. But you two were together. Alive. There would be time for I love yous in the morning.
#astarion#astarion x reader#halsin#baldurs gate tav#bg3#bg3 spoilers#oh hell don’t read this#baldurs gate astarion
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Loving girl
Tommy Shelby x reader
CW: suicide mentions, grief
You've always known you would be a better partner for Tommy, after Grace died you had to reassess your motivations for being close to Tommy because he needed a friend more than ever before
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When you were younger it was easier to deal with the unrequited feelings of a teenage crush. Everyone has those feelings when they're around 15, it's not unheard of for them to go away after a few years or even months. But this was incomparably different. You didn't know how to express your feelings in a coherent way to him, the way you had always shown affection towards him was support and material things like buying him cigarettes or baking him something. There was no way to vocalise your feelings because you were so awful with expressing yourself. Instead turning towards sexual and substance based distractions which would allow you to forget about him for a moment.
Tommy didn't care for labels unless there were children involved, he didn't have girlfriends only women he fucked. Grace became his wife because of Charlie and you didn't know if it would have been different if she wasn't pregnant. Tommy Shelby expressed fondness for Grace but nothing which you would call love, responsibility was more important to him.
You so wanted the story of the two of you to end happily, the teasing that the two of you got from the Shelby brothers was enough to make you hope there was something there but it was a story. A story that you liked to manufacture an ending for rather than feelings based in fact. Tommy saw you as his closest friend but since that wouldn't be too popular with his new wife you'd been seeing each other less and less over the years. You still saw the other Shelby's and Michael at the Garrison most evenings and at work but Tommy was scarcely around.
Everyday felt prettier when you saw Tommy, when he was in a room with you it made you feel instantly more comfortable. It had been this way since you were younger, racing to meet him after school and go on a walk together before having dinner at Pol's house. The memories of your youth where your minds just contained an emptiness of anxieties that you'd experience later in life. You'd never seen Tommy quite as anxious as when you saw him after Grace had died. It was the first time the room didn't feel prettier with him being there. you could appreciate the stoic dimness of the lamp on his desk and how the grand windows let in a beautiful amount of light but… just the bags under Thomas' eyes indicated how sleepless these nights had been.
"Got these for you and made you some stuff, don't worry if you don't eat it," you softly placed two packs of cigarettes and a tin of pastries on his desk.
"Thank you," he said gruffly with a nod, immediately looking at the packaging of the cigarettes "The posh ones eh? Spending all that money on me?" He showed the hints of a smile and you took it gratefully.
"I mean, clearly in a slum like this you could do with the glamor of taste," you said sarcastically and he scoffed.
"You always have the worst attempts at humor I've ever heard." Tommy sat back in his chair and rubbed his eyes.
"Oh shut up, now give me one of those and we can chat," you held your hand out and Tommy handed you a cigarette which you lit after you sat down on the chair in front of him.
"Chat, hmm? We haven't done that in a while have we." Tommy reminisced.
"I meant to apologise about that. I should've made more of an effort to see you." You pursed your lips uncomfortably but Tommy waved you off.
"Not at all, she wouldn't have liked you being here anyways. It was a good decision, jealousy can fester from any corner of a friendship." Tommy lit his own cigarette.
"How has today been?" You asked.
"Just as shit as the others. My never ending guilt and the wish I had died instead is still such a strong feeling," he paused "Do you think it will ever go away?"
"That's a lot to ask of your unconscious thoughts, Thomas. They're not usually that helpful in normal situations." You smiled at him and he nodded.
"I thought so, Charlie will now grow up without a mother and that's one thing I can't fix with all the money in the world. It's so frustrating." He ran a hand through his hair and sighed.
"How is Charlie?" You changed the subject because you feared that line of conversation would go nowhere.
"You're doing that thing you do again," Tommy looked like he almost smiled.
"What thing?" You narrowed your eyes at him.
"The way you change the subject when I start getting emotional so I don't actually get there," he commented and you shrugged.
"It's what friends do isn't it." You took a deep breath in and out.
"You're too considerate for your own good, Y/n." Tommy tapped the ash off his cig and looked into your eyes.
"Only to you," you said quietly.
"I know, I appreciate it. A lot," he paused "I always wondered what it would be like to have that amount of consideration all the time."
"What do you mean?" Your palms began to sweat.
"Just when I'm imagining a world like that, you know? With more people like you," Tommy paused and smiled sadly at you. "It would be infinitely better than what we suffer with now."
"Tommy… you've drank too much today," you said cautiously looking at the half empty whisky bottle on his desk.
"And yet, I'm thinking clearer." He suddenly stood up and walked over to the window.
"What are you thinking about?" You asked.
"How I want to burn it all," he said in a stoic voice and you could have shivered at how serious it sounded.
"Well I don't think arson would be the best move for you next." You smiled to yourself and he let out a small closed mouth smile before leaning the side of his head against the window.
"It's something Michael said when I met him again, that if he saw the pretty white brick wishing well in his old village again he would blow it up just to see the bricks everywhere. I want to do the same thing to this fucking house half the time," Tommy closed his eyes.
"But this is now Charlie's home, you have to think about consistency with his life from now on." You reasoned and Tommy nodded slowly.
"He's the only reason I haven't done it. The only reason I won't." He walked back to his desk and sat down before pouring another whisky as well as one for you.
"Thank you. So, what's next?" You asked, sitting back on the sofa nursing your glass.
"Business, business, business I think. It's the only way I know to distract myself from the enormity of this fucking house and all the fucking loss that's occurred throughout it." Tommy sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Why don't you tell me about it? The loss I mean." You proposed and Tommy sounded like he scoffed at the idea.
"Turning into my personal shrink now are you, eh?" He asked.
"I'm being a friend." You said simply and he nodded.
"You're right, but I'm not the man for those kinds of conversations. I don't know how to verbalise any of it," he took a drink. "I do sometimes wish we could go back to being 14, lying in wildflowers without any issues we couldn't solve with a bit of practical thinking. Everthing is so fucking hard now, Y/n and I don't think I can cope with it for much longer."
"You don't mean that, we were just innocents but, we all have to grow up at some point and you decided your life path when you got married and had children within the marriage. You can't back out now to go back to a simpler time or something," You placed the glass down and walked over to the desk.
"Why do you fit so well together?" He asked.
"What do you mean?"
"You're so reasonable and caring and you want to help me even though I've been a terrible friend. You like your job and your house and your social life, everything fits together so well. Whereas I always feel like I'm on the verge of the end everyday." Tommy looked up at you and you shook your head.
"You know I'm even better at lying than you are. That's how I do it, fake confidence, fake togetherness. Whatever it takes to get me through the day because eventually it feels normal to me." You reached over and touched Tommy's hand.
"I used to crave a normal routine but then after the war I couldn't deal with the plague of silence that comes with it. Everytime I would have normality it would be colliding with some kind of crisis I created to make my own life more interesting." Tommy rubbed his temple with his other hand and you frowned.
"And what does wallowing in it do for you?" You asked.
"I know, it's fucking deluded of me. But I don't know how else to get through. How do you deal with grief?" He asked.
"Talking about it for a start, I don't know…screaming sometimes works. When my mum died I punched a wall." You laughed and Tommy smiled to himself.
"I can see myself doing the second thing at least, talking about it makes me want to commit. It's just…so fucking sad because Charlie's mum's died when it should've been me. It was a bullet meant for me." Tommy sighed and you walked around his desk to stand in front of him.
"Come here," you beckoned him to stand in front of you and he slowly got up and straightened his waistcoat.
You pulled him into a deeply needed embrace, Tommy hadn't received any type of comfort that had actually worked until now. He cried. He cried for the mother of his child, he cried for the fact that he didn't love her. But most of all he cried for himself, his own shame at being alive.
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Sanji who meets Law at 8, a few months after Corazon dies and before Germa makes it to the East Blue. They become brothers quickly and Sanji is the first Heart Pirates outside of its Captain and Bepo. They get separated during a storm and Sanji winds up in the East Blue after being picked up and shuttled there. He meets Zeff and they starve on the rock when Sanji is twelve rather than ten, things progress normally other than Sanji being sad his brother and Bepo are probably dead(Law and Bepo also mourn, as well as Penguin and Shachi). When he sees Law's wanted poster it's all Sanji talks about, especially as more come out and his bounty grows and he's just showing off his older brother proudly.
Zeff pulls some strings with the clown(buggy is competent in everything bite me) and gets Law's number and Sanji actually screams his thanks and runs to phone Law. They make the hard decision to not pick up Sanji and leave him in the East Blue, both because of the debt Sanji feels he owes to Zeff but also because Law is still in the North Blue and headed to the grand line soon. Sanji is no longer a heart pirate, but Law is still his brother.
Which is why when Luffy convinces him to join and Zeff kicks his ass off the Baratie he goes and hopes to see Law and Bepo and Shachi, and Penguin. When he sees Law in Sabaody they don't have time to catch up but they exchange nods and then Marineford happens.
Law thinks Sanji is dead again. The first being the storm that separated them and that's why Law saves Luffy, except Luffy is in no state for Law to question him about Sanji. The elder Supernova goes on grieving again and plotting against Doflamingo.
Law doesn't even recognize Sanji when he switches their bodies two years later. So imagine his surprise when he agrees to an alliance with Strawhat and he is immediately tackled by the blond man he switched around earlier and getting called "shitty surgeon" and "worst brother ever" and just it's been years since Law has been held like this so Law grabs the blond's head and looks at him.
Sanji is smiling so brightly at him, the Strawhats and Caeser are watching. Law could cry, he feels like he's about to as he just pulls Sanji close and they hold each other. Law gets out a harsh "oh I'm the worst brother? I thought you died, twice! And now you smoke?"
"fuck off asshole, at least I don't look like I'm going through several different amphetamine withdrawals!" Sanji would shoot back before asking about Bepo and dragging Law to the galley to feed the elder and everyone is like what the fuck as Sanji starts on lunch and Caeser cries from his spot on the deck.
#black leg sanji#trafalgar law#trafalgar d water law#vinsmoke sanji#one piece sanji#one piece law#fight me i have sanji headcanons for days#trafalgar!sanji
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Not Noah being straight up racist, islamophobic and hateful by liking a video making fun of victims in Gaze who have died and liking Amy Schumer's islamaphobic post. As a middle eastern fan, I defended him time and time again about this issue, and for what?? This is just really sad. 10,000 Palestinians have died, and he's actually making fun of it and being Islamophobic?? Horrible.
Noah's behavior has been disgusting and grossly uneducated and---I'd say it's disappointing, or heartbreaking, if it weren't completely expected for him.
I totally get why some folks are taking an ST break and I respect that decision. Because it's not just Noah sharing disinformation but Brett Gelman as well, and Ross Duffer signing an open letter that, at best, could be called misguided, and at worst, ignorant and dangerous.
I don't condone people harassing or threatening Noah and I hate that people are using his stupidity as an excuse to be antisemitic and hateful. But I can guarantee that whatever hate Noah is experiencing is nothing compared to the horrific reality of what's happening to Palestinians every day in front of our eyes while world powers do nothing to stop it.
I love Will Byers so much. I love Stranger Things in general so much. And I like to think at this point that these characters and this show are not just their actors or their creators anymore, they're ours. But fuck Noah and his privileged, uninformed, hate-filled perspective. I won't be supporting him or the others outside of Stranger Things and I hope they educate themselves and listen to Palestinian voices before even more harm is caused. (I don't have that much faith in them, though. They've shown their colors.)
Just to add some resources so this isn't just me talking shit:
Educate yourself. Listen to Palestinian voices.
There are a slew of free ebooks to learn about Palestine from Haymarket Books and Verso Books.
Here's a list of organizations you can donate to.
If you're in the US, call your representatives and demand a ceasefire and demand that the government stops funding Israel.
#noah schnapp#free palestine#israel palestine#politics#current events#brett gelman#ross duffer#anon#answered#jamie being serious for a moment#sorry this got longggg
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Watching the last of us currently and I believe the " Grumpy bastard who's slowly been robbed of hope meets snarky kid who's the incarnation of sunshine" trope fits Clark and Kon so well
Jon too! I mean, just this motherfucker
Meeting a kid who's like him? Immune?
"...I knew Lex was crazy but this," he gestures to the whole of Kon, to the everything around him, " This? Is the worst crime he ever did. "
Kon bites both his cheeks, too slim and too pale and too worn out for a fourteen year old. There's pieces of Clark that scar him. His anger, for one. Only thing keeping them warm anymore, " Are you talking about me or you?"
" I'm not you,"
" That's your issue!"
" Claaaaark?"
" Not now Jonny,"
" Yeah Jon, just let him finish yelling at me about how much of a mistake I am!"
" Mistakes are something unintentional, Conner; You? are a bad decision," and he feels guilty as soon as he says it. He hates it; Hates it that he's meaner, sharper. That Kansas boy with sunshine in his hair wouldn't have talked to anyone like that.
But that Kansas boy died when the world did.
" Clark! It's really important!"
Clark bites his tongue. He already yelled at a goddam teenager, he won't yell at the toddler, too. " What -- What, buddy?"
Jon's tiny finger points to a little town, " There's light in there!" Kon doesn't wait for him, and it's not like Clark expected anything different.
They haven't grown closer since Metropolis, since their feet were scraped by walking endlessly, since they've been saving eachother's lives more often than they should've.
Clark sighs as he watches him go, Jon In his arms and a loaded gun over his shoulder, " No, Jonny, don't touch that. It's bad," He says, gently grabbing the kid when that tiny little hand tries to grab the barrel. He knows Jon'll have to use one soon.
Clark just hopes he won't be around to see it.
Let them meet Jason and Bruce when Kon and Jason literally try to maul eachother,
" Kon!" There's a ball of limbs and reds and dark hair tangled together, feral and angry, mangled like two angry snakes clutching at eachother, " is he bit?!"
" I don't care!"
Crack.
Kon isn't immune to broken noses.
The building they're in is big, like everything else in the city, but slightly more titanic, more towering. Darker and brighter all of the same. The echoing of, " Jason," frames that better, traveling through the hardwood floor and walls.
"... Oh, fuck, we're in Gotham. "
" Whats Gotham?"
Jason, who's beside Bruce, now, -- The Bruce Wayne, thought hardly anyone could tell under those bruises and scars and dark smudges dripping down his diamond jawline, -- snarls,
" How the fuck do you not know what Gotham is, dipshit? What, you've been born yesterday?"
Bruce's hands squeeze at his shoulders, slightly rounder and fuller in frame than Kon's. That was expected. Everyone bleeds in the apocalypse, but no one bleeds the same, " Jason. Language."
" Last year, actually,"
"...Holy fuck," Jason gasps when Jon wiggles around, an action Bruce mimicsm, "Holy shit. That's a baby. I haven't seen a baby in years. Bruce, do you,--"
Bruce is already advancing, taking steps, not brave but not cowardly. He hands Kon a handkerchief for his bleeding nose, but there's no breaks in his and Jon's eye contact.
A stare of wonder. Fright, but wonderful. "... Hi, honey. My name is Bruce. What's your name?"
Jon's been hiding his face in Clark's neck until Bruce talked, just as scared of other human beings as Clark was, but shyness dies quickly with him. " Hi! "
" His name's Jon," Clark says, " he'll be six next week." God. He'll be six. He doesn't know. He has to pretend to know or he'll go crazy. Bruce nods. His hand is held out, " May I?"
He asks Jon if he wants to, and of course he says yes. Who doesn't want to be loved at world's funeral? Jon and Bruce cuddle in the middle of nowhere, and they're left to stare.
" Jason, show Kon the bathroom, please. And you're welcome to a shower if you'd like. But no guns," his tone is final, and Clark doesn't mind munch. He doesn't rely on them for survival.
Kon does find it weird, " Where do you keep yours, then?"
"I don't like guns."
"Then how'd you kill sickos till now?"
" We don't kill them."
" Speak for yourself," Jason mutters, pinching Jon's cheek on his way upstairs, " How slow are you, freak?"
" Not slower than you, creep!"
Clark watches. It's nice. To see him be a kid.
He turns to Bruce, unsure, skeptical, all he ever is these days, " You seriously don't kill them? Not any of them?"
" There's enough death around, Mr. Kent. I refuse to contribute. Besides. Aren't we all dead already?" Clark hums. He doesn't know how to answer that. Watching Bruce kiss Jon's cheeks is easier.
It's human.
#really there's lots more options for this au!! clark and bruce travelling together as an established relationship and collecting the kids#one by one!! ' dont look at me like that bruce we're not picking up another one' '' We. Are. clark. Joseph. kent.'' ''...yeah we are''#clark kent#bruce wayne#kon kent#conner kent#jon kent#jason todd#alternative universe#tlou au#superbat#dc#dc comics#batman#text post#text
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I like Oda as a character, I like the way he contributes to the story and how he influences the narrative. I do not however like Oda any more than say Karma or Fitzgerald. And in my very honest opinion, the huge problem with Oda's fandom characterization comes from idolization and the cool dead guy trope. The fandom sees Oda as this affable guy but also sees him through Dazai's eye where Dazai idolized him and puts him on a pedestal. The fandom sets Oda up as this faultless, flawless, perfect man who had all his shit together and was wise beyond his years and could do no wrong, all powerful token of perfection. He goes from a flawed interesting character to a Mary sue with silly quirks for "flaws". And this is why people so often misinterpret his relationship dynamic with Dazai and the impact of his final words. People are not allowed to analyse and critique Oda as a character because the moment you say you don't like him you have to put out an apology for hurting the fandom's feelings (real event, one user on tiktok had to actually apologise).
Oda is not perfect, he is not ideal and he is not faultless. Oda is not some pure soul like people insist he is, he was an assassin and while he no longer kills he was still working for the mafia. He was still involved in an organization dealing in assassinations, murders, gang violence, trafficking and more. He's barely 22 when he dies, he is young, he is traumatized and struggling to connect. Aside from that he takes dumb as hell actions like repeatedly going to visit the kids he adopted in broad daylight while there was a literal terrorist with a vendetta against him on the loose. He also repeatedly indulges Dazai's spirals, something that Ango explicitly calls him out on. Yes it makes Dazai feel like he has a peer but Oda is literally one of the most passive personalities in Dazai's life until his death, he rarely calls Dazai out on his spirals, often indulging his worst self destructive tendencies. He also struggles to place Dazai, putting him on a pedestal and alternating between seeing him as someone born to remain in the darkness and a child on the verge of tears. Oda also repeatedly fails to understand the sheer amount of hope Dazai had during dark era, most notable in their second last meeting when Dazai desperately tries to stop him from his suicide mission by trying to give him hope. Dazai is a very hopeful character who latches onto the most minor things in his life and postpones his death for them despite being actively suicidal. Oda's final words to Dazai take away any real hope he had while telling him that he should live to serve other people. Oda's words made Dazai into a martyr who only values himself through what he can do to save the innocent.
And no, I'm not saying this to slander Oda. I'm saying this to humanize him. Nobody in bsd is perfect. Everyone is flawed and human. Oda made stupid decisions, was involved with the mafia, etc and that makes him human. That makes his ending a tragedy greater than the fall of some faultless pious hero. Oda's final words were meant to give Dazai hope to keep living, to leave the mafia in a way that he never did and to do good in a way that he never could. And the problem was that he didn't understand Dazai was always this hopeful guy. He needed to be told that he will find a reason but Oda thought he wouldn't cause Oda was actively projecting on Dazai, and that's a theme in bsd, everyone projects on Dazai. In his final moments he told this suicidal kid looking for something to keep living for, that he will never find anything to live for and to dedicate himself to other people.
Yes Oda helped Dazai escape but he also broke something in that boy. And Atsushi is desperately trying to tell him now that no, Dazai doesn't need to martyr himself for others, that he deserves to live regardless.
Ready to get cancelled but I don't like the fandom Oda. I much prefer the Oda who accidentally fucked up his last words because he was projecting too hard. Like beast universe literally exists because that versions of Dazai took Oda's words way too seriously and tried to create a world where everyone but he survives and remains happy.
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Sad Little Girl
Mood board by my lovey love @iamasaddie tysm 💗
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Joel Miller x fem!plus size!reader
A/n: hello everyone! I’m back with an actual fic! This one is near and dear to my heart and very personal to me, I hope you enjoy it! Big s/o to @xdaddysprincessxx for proofreading! Ilysm mama 💗💗💗 This fic was made with game!joel in mind! As always constructive criticism is welcome! Enjoy! Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! 🫶🫶💗💗 (reupload to see if it shows on tags bc tumblr is fucking me hardcore rn.)
Warnings: mentions of SA and heavy trauma, age gap (reader is in her 20s Joel is in his 50s), death of a loved one, also David is mentioned. If I missed any lmk!
W/c: 1.5k
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Growing up during the apocalypse wasn’t fun. There were many horrible, disgusting men that would do whatever they wanted. The need to survive set aside, they fucked with other people, especially women to get their twisted pleasure. You had fallen victim to that terrible abuse, but out of some sick and twisted mercy the most that had been done to you was being touched inappropriately and had a man expose himself to you. Worst of all? It was in your own home.
Your dad was a part of the smuggling circle and would often have his colleagues over to discuss routes, plans, and merchandise. One of his least trusted associates was the one that tortured you to no end. Because of that you didn’t feel like yourself, you didn’t feel like a girl. As the days passed you wore baggier clothing, you cut your hair to your shoulders, you bound your chest to get rid of any semblance to a woman. What also helped was that you were bigger than the average girl, you thought that maybe you looked broader, more like a male. This was how you coped, how you pushed everyone away.
When you found out your father died it was like a bucket of cold water to your skin. You didn’t know what you were gonna do or how you were gonna get by. A few days after you received the news about your father, there was a knock on your apartment door. Grabbing one of your father’s weapons you hesitantly opened it to find Joel Miller, your dad’s most trusted acquaintance. You lower your weapon and stepped aside to let him in.
“Hey bunny..” Joel began, you never understood why he called you that, based on your appearance you were nothing like a bunny. Not cute, not soft, not friendly.. You were the opposite. “Sorry ‘bout your dad.. Look, your pa on one occasion told me that if anythin’ were ta happen to ‘im for me to take care of ya.. Now I know you're a grown woman that can make her own decisions and take care of herself but I still wanted to offer ya a place to stay.. I know how awful solitude can be and I really care ‘bout ya..”
You had to process what he was telling you but you liked Joel, though you had some very negative interactions with men in the past, he was the only one you trusted aside from your father. You nodded your head in agreement and as the days and weeks progressed you moved your things little by little to his and Tess’ apartment.
You kept to yourself most of the time, mostly passing your time by drawing, reading, or listening to music when you didn’t work. Tess and Joel would sometimes let you go with them to their smuggling jobs but Joel would keep you close.
Joel noticed something was up with you, he noticed your change from the beginning. While your father thought nothing of it he noticed when his cheery-eyed bunny lost the spark in her eyes and became dull. He wanted to talk to your father about it but he felt like it wasn’t his place to say anything. He noticed how you presented yourself, manlier than you used to be and more quiet. Now this change he mentioned to your father.
“Hey man, I noticed somethin’ up with bunny.. Why she dressin’ like that suddenly? Seems like a drastic change..”
But your dad always brushed it off saying it was a phase that you were going through but Joel knew it was more than that.
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It had been a few months that you had been staying with Joel and Tess when one day after Joel and Tess went after Robert, Joel came back with a 14 year old girl named Ellie. You looked at Joel surprised and he pulled you aside to a room to talk about what was happening. He and Tess were going to deliver this girl to the fireflies at the capital and it wasn’t going to take them long.
“I wanna come.” you told Joel, he shook his head “Nah, just me ‘n Tess.. Too dangerous..” That answer didn’t satisfy you. “I’m coming with you. Whether you like it or not.” and you left to go where Ellie was. Joel chuckled lowly and shook his head again, he knew better than to argue with you, you were a little spitfire, just like your dad.
When your journey began you kept to yourself and only spoke if you heard something or needed something. Ellie tried to talk to you but you would only respond with a nod or a shake.
“What’s up with her.. Him? Nah her?” she asked Tess and Tess chuckled. “I don’t know, kid, she’s a nice lady, just quiet is all.” Joel took that chance to check up on you.
“Ya alright? Need anythin’?” you shook your head and Joel left you be.
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Your trip had gone sour, Tess was dead and now you were on route to Lincoln. Tess’ death hit you hard but you know you have to be strong for both Ellie and Joel. After you had all processed her death you figured it would be best to open up now since it was only the three of you left. You began talking more and found that you shared a lot of things in common with Ellie. You two became quickly attached and while Joel did his best to ignore you both, being the ever stoic and grumpy man he is, he was still really happy that you opened up.
Little by little Joel noticed a positive change in you, the sparkle in your eyes was slowly returning and now you openly were conversing and laughing with both Joel and Ellie. Your progress was quickly squandered though when Joel got hurt and by events with David, a creepy school teacher turned psycho cult leader. You took care of Joel while weeping silently, you were scared you were gonna lose the man you trusted, the man you felt safe with. You know you should’ve gone hunting, you know what happened with Ellie is your fault. You both scrambled as you tried to lead David and his men as far away from Joel as possible. But in the end you both got caught. You and Ellie were held in different areas but you panicked as you saw the disgusting look in his eyes. You knew exactly what he wanted to do with you and especially Ellie.
After what happened with Ellie it triggered your PTSD and you just held Ellie as you both wept. You both had been fairly quiet on the trip to the hospital. It killed Joel to not just see one of his girls be quiet and devoid of life but both of them. Especially since you had come such a long way.
That night when Ellie slept he approached you and asked if you both could talk. You agreed and followed him a little away from the camp not to disturb Ellie’s sleep but still keeping a close eye on her.
“Bunny… I’m sorry ‘bout what happened.. you ‘n Ellie didn’t deserve that.. I shoulda been there to protect y’all..” of course Joel blamed himself when it wasn’t his fault at all.. with a sigh you begin to speak. “It’s not your fault Joel.. it’s mine.. I should’ve been more careful towards Ellie.. she.. we..” you burst out crying and for once you felt the warm embrace of someone who loved you. You would cry by yourself at nights, not wanting to disturb your dad with your seemingly insignificant issues.. but for once you cry and you just get held.. you craved that more than anything else.. as much as it pained you, you told Joel everything that happened in the QZ for years before your father died.. he clenched his jaw and held you tighter..
“I wish ya woulda said somethin’ bunny.. never liked that freak anyway.. woulda killed ‘em for ya..” Joel whispers as his lips pressed into your hair. You chuckled and just let the tears fall. It felt good to get it off your chest, to let Joel in.. you felt safe, you felt secure in his arms.
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When you return to Jackson, you’re a whole new person. You and Joel live together in a house while Ellie lives in her shed. You’ve begun to let your hair grow out again, decorating it with cute hair accessories you would find, you’re wearing pretty, fitting clothing, even dresses! Joel sees how brightly you’re shining. No longer are you the shy quiet girl that people assumed was a brute boy. You changed totally. You were truly beautiful in his eyes. You were thankful for Joel, he made you feel safe, he made you feel true peace. Enough to where you felt like you didn’t have to protect yourself anymore, enough to where you could finally be yourself and not worry about getting hurt. He would protect you, he would be there for you. You were his bunny, you finally felt at home.
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Jane Eyre - Part II
DKZJFBDGHSJAKSJD THIS IS THE WORST MARRIAGE PROPOSAL IN LITERARY HISTORY
*clears throat*
A few days ago I wrote this post about my first thoughts on Jane Eyre. Since people wanted to see my reactions to further events, here I am.
I gotta say: you were all holding out on me, because not only does Jane Eyre have a man more ridiculous than Darcy (by a CLEAR mile), but it also has a clergyman more insufferable than Edmund Bertram, which??? should not be possible???
Okay, so:
I was hoping Rochester would give up on the wedding and confess to Jane about his wife in the attic, but nope! And he would've gotten away with it, too, if it weren't for those meddling solicitor & brother-in-law. Like. This man is so idiotic, and felt so unbelievably sorry for himself, that he said with his full chest "yeah, bigamy is the solution! :D".
...Very uncomfortable how the narrative attributed the lowest possible vices to Bertha Rochester, while calling her "the creole". The vices weren't outright attributed to her being of mixed ancestry, but it felt like that was what was meant. All very uncomfortable. As uncomfortable as when the landed gentry wanted to visit a Romani encampment to see the Romani people (while, ofc, using the g-slur) as if they were animals in a circus? Hmmm, yeah, tough call!
(Look. I'm not gonna go around publicly denouncing books from past centuries for not being politically correct, bc that is an idiotic way to relate to literature from the past. Society was what it was, and not even the authors we admire so much were above that most of the time. But I can, and will!, look at certain things and go "wow, this aged like fucking milk". I think that's fair.)
AND THEN
Rochester, who can't possibly be thinking straight, proposes that Jane become his mistress!!!! Edward Fairfax Rochester, have you ever even MET Jane Eyre?? Do you know her but at all????
And he's like "me, me, me, what's to become of me, am I to be denied love, doesn't the world feel sorry for ME" and I nearly spit on my kindle, I was so mad XD How is this man, pushing fucking FORTY, putting on this preposterous show and leaving this 18-year-old girl to comfort him?????
(To bring up the sad sack that is Edmund Bertram again: it reminded me when Edmund wrote to Fanny: Maria has brought ruin to their name, Tom has nearly died, everyone is in distress, and he's like "But Fanny. Think of ME!!!" ugh)
But yes, honestly, Rochester's not evil, but he's so. goddamn. stupid. And draMATIC. I love him, he's a riot.
...I do not love how he kept blaming others for him marrying Bertha. Like. Sir. You were an adult and you married her of your own volition. "My father" this, and "her family didn't tell me" that, but YOU looked at her, thought she was gorgeous, and agreed to marry her. So fuck you. Hold yourself accountable, for a change. You man child.
So yeah, Jane runs away, which is totally the right decision, and without any money, which is totally the wrong decision, and ends up eating burned porridge again, and I'm like. If I had a nickel for every time Jane Eyre had to eat burned porridge while starving, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.
Jane is then saved by the Rivers siblings: Mary and Diana Rivers, who are absolutely precious, and St. John Rivers, who is absolutely
UNBEARABLE OH MY GOD WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME
Me, every time St. John appeared on the page:
Hey. Charlotte? Charlotte. Was this a ploy? Did you bring St. John into the story to have us like Rochester more? Is St. John your way of going "Yeah, I know, Rochester is deranged, and what he wanted to do was morally and legally and spiritually wrong, but look at how boring righteous people can be!"? Was it? If so, it FUCKING WORKED, BRING EDWARD ROCHESTER BACK RIGHT NOW.
*rubs temples*
Also??? aekjsdzcbvsdjfsk I can't:
St. John: "I found you employment."
Jane: "Really? Which is it?"
St. John: rambles on about the will of God or something, for entire paragraphs.
Jane, who patiently waited for him to finish: "So? The job?"
St. John: "Right! I don't know if you're gonna like it, but" rambles on again about the will of God or perseverance or something, for entire paragraphs.
Jane: "Right. And the job?"
SIR FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE TELL US WHAT THE FUCKING JOB IS
THIS IS LIKE MR. BROCKLEHURST ALL OVER AGAIN
...Oh. Oh.
That's the point.
St. John really is Brocklehurst again, I love it: both love to talk about how Christian they are, and how it's important to lead a life of humility, etc -- the difference being, ofc, that St. John is not a hypocrite, fat capitalist pig, he's actually leading by (insufferable) example. And they both make Jane feel bad about her true self, just in opposite ways.
And St. John wants to be a missionary, because of course this insufferable man wants to be a missionary and impose his views on nice people who are just living their fucking lives. And he goes on and on about... idk, bringing light to the unenlightened and saving pagans or whatever, and it's SO pedantic, and it's SO patronizing, and it's SO... UGH.
I cannot believe Jane gave this man a quarter of her entire fortune.
AND THEN
HE MAKES THE WORST MARRIAGE PROPOSAL IN THE ENTIRE ENGLISH LITERATURE
No, I have not read the entirety of English literature, but oh boy am I fully confident in my statement. This is the WORST. Like. Mr. Collins' proposal is a shining beacon of unbridled love and romance next to THIS.
Me, reading his proposal:
"Jane, you weren't made for love, you were made for labour. You were made to be a missionary's wife" QEIARKSHV\CZNB;SAEKFJSDVC I'M GONNA GOUGE MY EYES OUT WITH A SPOON
At least Jane, too, was full aware of the insult XD Love that when she told Diana of the proposal, she repeated those exact words, and Diana was like "Girl, what??? Nu-uh!!!".
But it's all great. She refuses him, and he gets all prickly and assholish about it in the most holier-than-thou way possible, I hate him, but then she hears Rochester's voice in the wind crying out for her, and she hurries back to Thornfield. Sure, we've all been there.
Then we find out karma does exist and is the proverbial bitch: Rochester lost an eye, all of his eyesight, a hand, and his manor. Wow.
And then???? They have the CUTEST reunion ever???? And I was so happy for him???? For them??? Charlotte 😭😭😭👌👌👌
Rochester being all jealous of St. John, and I'm like "no, you're safe, he's the worst, he told Jane she wasn't made for love".
He also holds himself accountable at long last (hard not to, after all that), and he thought Jane was deeeeeeaaaad, and he was inconsolable and I'm a MESS
So all is good in the end: they marry -- LEGALLY! :D -- and have a child, and he recovers his eyesight on the eye he still has, and the Rivers siblings marry and are happy, and the book ends... with a letter from St. John saying he's dying??? WHAT
I love all of it. Specially St. John dying. A few stray observations:
The foreshadowing of future events is very well-planted, nicely done, Charlotte. That horse chestnut tree being split in half by lightning after Rochester proposes marriage to Jane? 👌👌👌👌👌 If I ever saw an omen!
And Jane. So smart, so good, so compassionate, so horny on main, so witty, so brave. May God keep St. John Rivers far away from her forever and ever.
LOVE how Jane begins with an aunt (who knows her and hates her) and 3 cousins (a John who torments her trying to diminish her, and two sisters who don't care if she's alive or not) and ends up having an uncle (who doesn't know her but loves her) and 3 cousins (a John who torments her trying to "elevate" her and two sisters who love her and save her life). The story is obviously very cyclical, and I enjoyed that a lot.
Don't know if I love or hate the fact that Charlotte slapped a "St." in front of the name of the John who wants to be a missionary and is the opposite of the first John XD (Yes, I know St. John is a real name, I've seen it many times before, but it's a bit on the nose here!)
...I wonder if Miss Ingram ever found out that Rochester wanted to marry the governess. I would've paid Charlotte Brontë good money to write THAT scene.
And last but not least: Pilot is the goodest boy in the whole wide world.
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it FUCKS ME UP that THE ONE THING that displays GROWTH and a better life and a reaching of a dream for these characters is ALSO THE VERY SAME THING that MAKES THE RED WEDDING POSSIBLE!!!!!!!!! how dare!!!!!!!!! like, zzs started out wanting to make better decisions if he has the opportunity and to give people second chances if within his power, do good over more violence (result: a-xiang and cwn die, the valley is massacred). wkx wants nice things for his sister after finally reaching a point in his life where he can safely display his affection and invest in a good future (result: his sister dies in his arms trying and failing to avenge her would-be husband, in her bridal clothes, and the place he wanted to transform is massacred). a-xiang spends most of the show jumpy and prickly, accusing people of the worst. in truth, she wants a life where she can trust that someone has her best interest at heart, even if things are uncertain. (result: her husband gets killed in front of her, she avenges him in a suicide mission and fails, her family get massacred with wkx almost killing himself over achieving her last wish). i mean, theyve all fought so badly for love and hope, to reach a point where they can put the worst behind them! and its exactly this wish to make a change, do smth different than before, that KILLS THEM!!!!!!!!!!!! its evil
#EVIL!!!!!!!! (appreciative)#henlo! this is a post from my ongoing word of honor liveblogging rewatch#i like it so much that im putting it up individually hehe#word of honor#ghost valley#wen kexing#my thoughts#zhou zishu#gu xiang#meta#shl#word of honor episode 34#word of honor episode 35
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A Percy who did join Luke, who gets to sit on his lap during important meetings and learn all sorts of cool battle tactics from monsters who have lived and died for centuries and millenia.🩷
*Am I really going to write another drabble when I have a million wip drabbles unfinished in my tumblr drafts? Of course I am! You are feeding into my adhd procrastination you know! And I love it, keep doing it *
When Percy enters the room, all eyes turn to him. He can't help but have a flash of anxiety hit deep in his stomach at all the eyes. Both monsters and demigods a like sitting at the long table. The eyes were all expressing different things. Mostly distrust. It makes him want to walk right back out.
"Percy! Good your here! Come sit by me, we were just about to discuss battle strategies." A warm and happy voice says.
Luke is at the head of the table, and it's the happiest Percy has ever seen him. His eyes are only for him. They caress his form up and down. Appreciating the nice casual dark blue suit jacket and new jeans he bought for him(https://images.app.goo.gl/m6voL599mtzBLHWf9). It's both a gift from Luke, and for Percy to be a serious impression. Or at least that's what Luke says. Honestly Percy feels like Luke just wanted an excuse ogle Percy's form in nice fitting clothes(not that he minded, nope not at all).
Percy walks right up to Luke. Passing by quickly many monsters. Keeping his head held high and trying not to be nervous. When he gets to Luke, he sees Ethan and Silena sitting on Luke's right hand side. Silena smiles in reassurance. Ethan just frowns. Before he can pull out the lone chair on the left, Luke makes a big statement.
Without a word he pulls Percy to sit on his lap. Percy blushes red, making his tan skin tint rose on his cheeks.
Percy embarrassed, whispers in his ear, "What are you doing asshole?"
"Setting some boundaries. They fear me, now. So they have to know your off limits."
Percy wanted to punch Luke for it, but at the same time he also found it incredibly hot and cute how protective he was. No one besides his mom ever felt the need to be protective of him. Coming from Luke, someone he thought he would lose in the worst way possible. It was a bit of an ego boost. It made his decision to leave with him all the more satisfying.
Percy decides to make a statement to, turns Luke's face towards his and kisses him fully on the mouth in front of everyone. That quickly pulls back to whisper in Luke's ear.
"Fine but it works both ways. If I'm yours, your mine. Got it?"
Luke's pupils widen at Percy's words. He full on smiles, showing his teeth. Pleased and happy at Percy's declaration of devotion. A vow.
"Got it." Luke squeezes his thigh, that they turn back to face table.
"Alright let's get to work."
They spend the next few hours at the meeting on Luke's boat. Percy learn all sorts of cool battle tactics from monsters who have lived and died for centuries and millenia. He even adds a few bits of input and ideas himself(who would have thought, camp half bloods big hero would be here, willingly helping to destroy the gods?). All the while Luke keeps him on his lap. The statement clear for all to see. I'm his and he is mine, and fuck anyone who tries to hurt us.
@dark-emperor-ciska tell me what you think? I hope it's not too short. I hope you like it.
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as someone wit cancer (posting this anonymously because some ppl on the internet hear this and go fucking crazy) I’ve always found John Constantine is actually a really interesting rep In theory. I do think Delano like most things fumbles the bag when it comes to that topic but… it’s Delano what do you expect. I really like timelines where John gets treatment before it’s terminal (though usually that very idea seems out of character) or something it’s such a comfort hc.
sorry for rambling. I was wondering how YOU interpreted johns cancer storylines as the John Constantine guy.
hey, you’re safe here, do what’s best for you! and I wish you the best. and never apologize for rambling! i love rambling. please keep rambling.
i’ll put this under a read more because i realized how long this is, but i hope it helps answer your question!
but as the john constantine girlie, it’s always been such an incredibly interesting plotline to me. he does take drastic measures to cure himself in the main vertigo timeline, and his interactions with other cancer patients and then realizing that this thing is terminal… it was intriguing. because it’s john. how he handles things is so much different than how others will. you’re never going to get the logical answer- “maybe he’ll get treatment.” “maybe he’ll go find healing magics that could help him.” “maybe he’ll go spend more time with his loved ones.” this is how most people would think to act. I can’t imagine what it’s like to have cancer, but if it were me, i feel like i’d be angry to be living on a timer, so i’d probably check a few things off my bucket list out of spite. not john constantine, though. instead he threatens a war in hell over his soul so everyone has to cure him.
john smokes cigarettes. we all know this to be a fact. however, he ends up getting terminal lung cancer as a result. it shows a very possible risk that most people aren’t willing to acknowledge until it’s too late.
i haven’t spoken to my mother in forever because our relationship was never good ( can’t you see why i like john constantine now? ), but in a way, it reminded me of her. she was a heavy smoker, and i, as a child who sometimes went over to her house begrudgingly, would be caught up in second hand smoke. as a result, these sorts of things were big worries of mine, and yet every time i told her she can’t do things like smoke inside the house and such, she’d just do it anyway. which put everyone at risk.
while, of course, cancer isn’t always caused by smoking, it can be, and she never took it seriously, not even when she was coughing badly and it was clearly dangerous for her health anyway. I don’t think she ever will.
within john’s character, though, we know he clearly didn’t care much. of course, he didn’t want to die because he knew he was going straight to hell at the time. so he concocted his little plan and ended up curing himself of cancer and not dying as a result… and then continuing with the bad habit. he’s a comic book character, so i guess it’s different, but i think it kind of sent the wrong message.
after a tale of john being distressed about having cancer and having to say goodbye to the people he cared about, or john meeting others who had cancer and being affected by the loss of someone who had died as a result of it, i think some expected him to put down the cigarettes. but alas, john has never been the kind of person to make good decisions.
so when i see him doing the smart thing in some storylines or aus that people write and so forth, i’m always stunned. like good on him, of course, handling his shit before it gets worse, but john has always liked to be a pain in the ass and wait until the worst possible moment. like the exact day he’s supposed to die for example. though i do enjoy these more, because it sends the right message…. john isn’t the kind of character you look to to give you the right message in most aspects. his political beliefs are good, but everything else is a dumpster fire.
but in my opinion, john constantine is a character- one of a rare few- who has cancer. there’s a described time of his struggles with it, some depression from it, the loss of someone he’d met who had it, and that was a journey. but then, in true john constantine fashion, the cornered rat idea he has, he cures himself of it- or, well, more forces some other beings to cure him of it, but hey.
that’s all i got, but feel free to explain further on anything you want to!
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Forgiveness and Rituals.
Swiss made his move in order to get the sister's forgiveness, the Cardenal returns to the church after his trip and some big news are lingering in the upper clergy and Dewdrop is trying to get lucky. Beneath the weight of her own actions Sister y/n has to make decisions and look at her heart.
Chapter one. Chapter two. Chapter three. Chapter Four
Couples: Fem!Reader x Swiss, Dewdrop x Swiss, Drewdrop x Reader.
Warnings: Y/N is used, Threesome, Oral sex, A horny bisexual trio between the reader Swiss and dewdrop, a lot of plot, Praise Kink, Dirty talk They fuck on a bus and hallway so maybe a bit of public exhibition NSFW, Minors DNI +18. All of the pictures were taken from the internet so credits to the people who made them.
Word Count: 14k.
A.N: First of all, I want to apologize for submitting this so late, I had one of the worst couple of weeks that I could imagine, I got an awful cold, My dad got sick again, I had a lot of personal issues, my laptop died and the worst of them all, my beloved childhood dog "Mota" passed away at 16 years old. So a pretty crappy two weeks. As an apology, this chapter is full of plot and smut. I know that is long as fuck,but once I started, I couldn't drop it and I kept writing, I thought about splitting it in two but for me it wouldn't make sense so there it is. Again, I'm so sorry for the delay, I'm already writing chapt 4 so is not going to be thaat late. I hope you enjoy the chapter! Have a good reading!
Swiss got up earlier that every ghoul in the den, he tried to not wake up anyone, so nobody could stop him before leaving. He knew that he wanted to do things right this time so, he decided to give her a surprise, nothing fancy just a tiny detail. As Cirrus said to him, he needed to apologize and show her that he was indeed sorry for everything. He went again to the library, before she woke up and set the place, he cleaned his mess from the night before and put some fresh flowers that he stole from Primo's garden. He wrote her a note "Sorry. I'm an asshole." With a happy face and then left. He decided that after breakfast he was going to try go and talk to her again, with the gift he was just testing the waters.
As he walked his way to Primo's morning mass, he stood a bit in front of her room's door, kind of waiting for her... But he knew better, so he left to the mass, waiting to see her there. But she never went, he waited the whole mass to see a glimpse of her, but he never saw her. After the mass ended, as he was about to leave Primo stopped him.
—She never misses a Mass. What did you do?
—I didn't do anything! I just helped her yesterday that's all.... —He tried to leave again but with his cane Primo stopped him again.
—You have marks all over your neck, are you sure that you just helped her? ....
—I was with another sister yesterday... I didn't do anything, maybe she fell asleep or something.
—If she does not appear for breakfast, I'm going to make you go and get her. If you didn't do anything, you should not have a problem with going to her room to see if she is fine don't you Swiss? —Primo was dead serious, Swiss just nodded and left. He felt a bit guilty again, maybe she fell asleep late after their "meeting"
But he didn’t see her at breakfast either, that’s when he got worried. He left his seat to go find her when she appeared next to Primo, he was relieved in a way. But she seemed sad, her eyes were a bit puffy, and her overall expression seemed defeated. The guilt only grew bigger inside him, he needed to talk to her, make things right.
She was tired, in fact she fell asleep, and she wasn't going to have breakfast either but Primo went to looking for her directly at her room.
— Sister y/n, are you up?
She tried to fix her face a bit and dress quickly to open the door, Primo seemed worried about her state, who could blame him? She sure looked like crap.
—I’m sorry Papa, yesterday I didn't sleep at all, I assume that I missed morning mass didn't I?...—She looked defeated, she knew that she failed not only with the mass but with her work
— Figlioletta, what happened? You seem ill, are you okay?
—I just... couldn't sleep yesterday, maybe I got a cold or something but I'm fine Papa, thank you for worrying about me...
—You never failed one mass, and after our talk yesterday you left me worried. Are you sure that thus doesn't have anything to do with a certain ghoul?...
She tensed up a little, but she tried to brush it off with a sweet fake smile.
— Swiss? Oh no, I haven't seen him since yesterday when he was helping me with the books...
— I'm going to believe you child, but please don't starve yourself. Come with me to the dining room to breakfast.
—Y-Yes Papa...
They walked slowly, Primo was talking to her about how he knew that something was going on with Swiss and her, but also knew that if he talked about it they could get in trouble.
— Sister, I know the thrill of the ghouls but if they hurt you, you need to tell me. They can be dangerous when they want to. But, I don't think that they will, Copia's ghouls are a lot to handle, but they are not pure evil like the first ghouls of the church. They are well behaved but can create a lot of mischief, and sometimes they forget their ghouls strength...so if you are going to indulge with them be careful, and don't worry about Sister Imperator, the old man gives her enough problem for her to worry about you and if she does, I will talk with her...
She entered the room and she could feel how she was being watched again, but between everyone in the tables she recognized his favorite red and black suit. She smiled a bit, maybe she could go and talk to him, that sure could lift her spirit a bit. So she walked to the table in which the Cardinal was, but she didn't saw Terzo seated next to him until she was right at the table.
—I’m sorry Papa, may I have a little time with the Cardinal ? If you are not busy...
—Oh no no no, take a seat sí? ....Hey you are the piccolina working at the library, aren't you? —He took her hand and kiss it with a subtle wink of his eye towards her.
— She has a name Papa. I was looking forward to seeing you sister y/n. —Copia smiled— I have brought some interesting additions to the library, I hope you have some time in the afternoon to check them out.
—Oh I would love that, they are in Latin? Maybe we need to build another shelf just for the Latin books, we have to many and they are spread all over the library...
—Si, if you want to do that I will communicate it to Sister Imperator and get the materials ready
—You have quite a passion for your job sister y/n. I'm glad to see that you two make good company to each other. —Terzo smiled— I wonder if you are as passionate as with your work in other more fun areas....—He winked his eye and left the table laughing a bit, she was sure a sweetheart blushing like that for a small comment. Despite his jokes he was not feeling up to flirt today, he was tired and the morning news from Imperator ruined his mood.
—Mi scusi per...all of this , Terzo is always like that you see...—He was nervous, the reunion with the clergy un the morning had stirred up all of his anxiety, but seeing her calmed the feeling a bit.
— Oh I know...But he is quite charming, sorry for bothering you at breakfast Cardinal ...Do you mind if I seat?
—Copia, you know you can call me Copia. And you never bother me dolcezza, about the books. How do you think we should arrange them? I have noticed that the library is quite... old-fashioned...Terzo suggested maybe a change in the decoration...the arrangements maybe?...
—I do think that is a bit outdated, but is wonderful...maybe some changes could improve the looks...and it's always so empty, I know that some sisters and brothers would enjoy spend more time in the library...
—Si , Si I believe that too...—He handed out to her a sweet tart he had on his plate— I brought these from Italy, Sister Imperator loved them...take one, cheer up. You seem... defeated today. Si si, like a deflated balloon....
—You are so sweet Cardinal...thank you —She laughed a bit at his strange expression of worry for her. And for his examples. — I have been feeling like shit lately...—She laughed a bit, she used to not curse in front of the clergy, but with Copia it came naturally, he was different from the upper clergy, more closed to Terzo's but with a dash of Secondo and a unique style for himself. The charming rat man who rode a tricycle around the abbey, the same man that in front of the stage seemed like a demon, with his mismatched eyes, the ones that can be deadly scary when he was serious about something. When she spent time around him withing the first three months of her stay at the abbey, working at the library and helping him with some paperwork she felt at ease in his presence, she felt comfortable around him. He was more close to the people she liked to hangout during her university years.
—Si? Why? Is there something wrong? .... you know that you can come to me if you need something, si?
— Yes, I know... It's nothing really...I just felt like I'm going through a tough time inside here...—She pointed her head — Bad thoughts and stuff...—She looked at the table of the ghouls, she saw Swiss talking with one of the ghoulettes. His neck was a bit bruised, she knew why...And besides the feeling of anger there was a hint of jealousy.— I'm begging to think that I'm crazy, or a fucking prude in this place... everyone seems to have fun you know?
Copia noticed that she was looking to the ghoul table, he raised an eyebrow, she was interested in one of the ghouls?
— If you are talking about them, I can introduce you to them if you want, I wasn't aware that you enjoyed danger so much...—He brushed a strain of hair behind her ear before it landed in her coffee and made soft short laugh before returning to serious— Be careful si? They can be a little...too much...—He nodded while remembering the time that Sodo burned his bed after a makeout session with a brother of the church, or the time that Cirrus and Sunshine were found having sex with one sister after a ritual in the gardens — A bit much...
— I-I don't see them as that...well. I kind of do but it doesn't matter...how did you...ugh...I just had a ... misunderstanding with Swiss...and it made me feel bad, but I know that I shouldn't take this so personally, I'm sure he really meant no harm, but he angered me...
—Do you want me to talk with him?
—N-No it's fine...I'm still mad but, I hope that I can solve this soon
—Okay Okay, I get it...But Sister, if there's anything that I can do for you please don't hesitate to talk to me. —He smiled to her, a little shy smile before standing up, Imperator made him a sign to go and talk to her. — If you excuse me dolcezza, I need to go, duty calls...—He put his hand on her shoulder before leaving — You know, besides being savages they are good company, and we both know that with me gone you will need a little of that.
Breakfast ended and everyone returned to their work. As she walked her way to the library, she couldn't stop thinking about the last thing that Copia said to her "with me gone". He had another long trip. He will be attending to the sub unities of the church around the world? She sure would miss him but, that lonely she looked for him to notice? That sucked.
She arrived at the library only to find everything tidy, clean and some fresh flowers in her desk. They had a note " Sorry. I'm an asshole." She laughed a bit, she couldn't deny that it was a cute detail, and that he seemed to really care about her forgiveness because the library seemed as clean as it could be, even the armchair. She was about to start organizing some books when the reflection in the window stopped her.
— Did you liked the flowers?....—Swiss was there, standing against a wall, looking at her.
Without turning around to look directly at him, she answered
— Yes...I like the flowers thank you...
— Sister y/n ...I'm truly sorry. It was a dick move from my part. I shouldn't have put you in this situation...And please don't believe that the library was my only motivation! I swear! After seeing you and talking to you, you seemed sooo... appealing to me...I know that it’s wrong also, but you have to understand, your scent and your body were calling me!
—Stop it Swiss...—She tried to contain her laugh, the whole apology was a mess, but she felt that it was an honest apology. And she was not going to forget the fact that she was "appealing" to him. —Stop talking and think for a moment, you are making a mess of yourself!...I know that you ghouls have heats and everything but it's not my fault, learn how to control it or something!....
— I do control myself don't be so cocky. It was just a specific situation, that's all. And it's true! You are quite something....And I'm not the only one who thinks so, Cirrus thinks the same...You are special, I don't know why but you are. And I screwed I know but it's not going to happen again and I will talk with the other ghouls to say that no more library night meetings so you can keep your job...
— So, ghouls do feel remorse?...
— We do...don’t mock at me, Primo was about to send my ass down to hell again.
— He was? I don't blame him! You acted like an asshole...and listened to a conversation that you misunderstood.
— Yeah....but, just for you to know...I was thinking about fucking you before hearing your little chit chat with Primo.
— And that's an apology?...—She laughed at last, she felt good knowing all of this. So, he was thinking about her the whole time? Interesting.
— I'm trying my best; I do not often apologize Sister. And I'm being honest, but I was surprised to see you enjoying my little show...—He had a slight smirk while saying this, he couldn't help it. She still was smelling as good as the night before...
— I was not...Ah ok, you win. I was, but it's not my fault I mean...—She finally turned around to face him , a little bit blushed and shaky. — All of the sisters always tell stories about how good feels to fuck one of the masked ghouls from the Ghost Project. Do you known how many times I have heard sisters talking about your band mates? Too many! To many tales from Cardinal Copia's Ghouls.
— Cardinal? He is not a cardinal anymore sweets. Didn't you find out? —He got a bit close to her, looking at her eyes. — Terzo is leaving the papacy. Our big boy Cardinal Copia is going to be the new Emeritus the Fourth, something about a vision from Secondo and some tricks under the sleeve of Sister Imperator.
—H-He is? He didn't...say anything to me this morning...
—It’s kind of a secret, they are going to announce it out loud in today's ritual...so, you were saying that the sisters always talk about us?
—Yeah...—Her voice and demeanor change a bit, if Cardinal Copia was going to be Papa...that means that she was not going to be able to call him Copia anymore? No more time at the library? No more working together? Organizing books until late?
Swiss noticed the change in her mood, she was suddenly sad again.
— You care a lot about Cardinal huh?
— What? No... it's just surprising to say the least. —She tried to mask her feelings— He was one of the first people that I meet here, she is...the closest I have to a friend here...
—Hey don't be ashamed, it's fine. He is a weird man, but he is also very kindhearted and he puts a lot of passion on the rituals. He is going to do fine.
— Yeah....Hey don't try to make me forget that I'm mad at you for being nice! —She tried to forget about what Swiss said about Cardinal and Terzo, he was right. He sure was amazing in the rituals, and she couldn't wait to support him as Papa. But, at the same time she was a bit worried, he didn't seemed to react well to so much pressure and being Papa was a lot of it.
—I’m not trying to do that! I was just worrying about your sudden change of mood. Besides, you were saying something about how you are jealous of the sisters who had the chance to be with us?
— I never said that! —She blushed pushing him a bit with his hand, he felt warm to the touch. A nice warm.
—Oh but you were about to say it...don't lie to me little bunny. —He pinched his nose a little, making her sneeze right after. — But...As I was telling you, I never thought that you were such a dirty sister, jerking off to one of your sisters being fucked...dirty dirty dirty....
—Stop...It's not my fault I'm not built from stone you know? And...it's none of your business how dirty I am.
—But it could be, you only have to say the word and I will indulge in that sweet scent of yours. —He cleared his throat before standing straight looking at her and extending his hand to her— So... you forgive me for being an asshole? And almost ruin your job?
She seemed to hesitate, she looked at him with a serious expression
—With one condition....
—Which one? ...
—You are going to finish the book that I recommended to you. I took my favorite books very seriously, you know? And you did not appreciate that...—She was blushing, she knew that it was an stupid request, but she was really passionate about the books.
—Are you for real? Is that your only request? Well, I'm going to put another offer on the table. I read the book, and...I will give you the other gift that I had prepared for you... —He smiled to her, dead serious about his offer
— Just... finish the book, I'm sure that you will enjoy it...another gift? Apart from the flowers?
Swiss looked for something in his pockets until he found it. A dark red ticket, wrote in black and gold, he showed it to her and then left it in her hand.
— This is...a ritual pass!?
—It’s going to be a hell of a ritual, Copia is going to be anointed as Papa today, and you don't seem to go outside very often. It's an all-free pass, and because I gave it to you.... —He took the pass and wrote his "name" on the back. — You can go backstage with us after, and before if you want to.
She was delighted, it was an awesome gift for sure. And she was going to be there for Copia's anointing! She took the pass and looked at the name that Swiss wrote.
— Swiss Army Ghoul? ...—His handwriting was messy, but legible.
— Yep, that's me. —His smile grew bigger with pride.
— Swiss Army...really? Why? Were you a fighting ghoul or something?
— Oh, well...I'm a multi-ghoul, I don't have a particular "element" or characteristic. I'm all of them! ...and Terzo said that I was like a Swiss Army Knife full of surprises and perfect to create mayhem. Ah and also because I play too many instruments...but I do say myself that I'm very good at fighting, sadly sister Imperator doesn't let us fight anymore...
She began to laugh, when he was not actively trying to get under her dress, he was adorable. And that name really suited him, he was a lot.
—Ok Ok...apology accepted, but please talk with the rest of ghouls.... I really don't want to lose this job. And... if I'm honest with you, it is not the job. It's the room...I have a whole room for myself, and I can be myself in there... without being judged by other sisters and stuff.
— Judged? Why? You are pretty cool...maybe a bit of a nerd but who cares? -He pinched her cheek making fun of her a bit—
— Yeah, I'm a bit of a nerd...and I like not so gothic and satanic stuff you know?...—Why was she talking so much about herself? She was mostly ashamed of some of her hobbies for not being "dark enough".
— Ah...don't worry for those type of things! Only morons worry about those things! Cirrus loves birds, Sunshine loves miniatures and tiny things, Mountain is very in touch with nature and loves gardening with Primo. Cumulus watches cartoons with Sodo and Rain every day.
—Well...for some sisters I was not the perfect embodiment of a satanist you know? Too "bright" too "colorful".
—They are just jealous that you have an actual personality and are not just a one sided picture like some of them, and I'm being honest I have met a lot of sisters and brothers that doesn't have anything more to them that "their darkness" and that's lame.
—You are just saying this to me to make me feel better but I will accept it just because you gave me the ticket...
— Ahhh. You are unbelievable, let's get something clear, you are interesting, and charming. And I'm sure that you would get along just fine with the rest and if they don’t appreciate that, their lose not yours.
She couldn't help it, her body reacted by itself and hugged him tight, hiding in his chest, trying to hide some of the tears that fell from her eyes. She blamed her sensibility on her hormones, on the fact that she was tired...on the fact that she was lonely most of the time, and this morning she was being treated with such love and care from Primo, Copia and now Swiss. She felt loved for the first time in a long time.
—Thank you...
Swiss was a lot of things, he could be an asshole, a total jerk, a fucking despicable little demon...But he had a heart, he cared about the right people, and he could see that she was the type of "right people".
—If you cry, I'm going to make fun of you and then give you a kiss —He took his mask off with his left hand, with his right hand he was still holding her close to him.
— It doesn't count, I'm already crying...
—Then, I already make fun of you...—He grabbed his chin and before she could say anything he kissed her, Nothing lustful, nothing more than a sweet caring kiss. Soft and warm. After letting her go she was not crying anymore, she was red yeah, but at least not crying.
— You dumb...— She didn't feel like that kiss was anything more than a soft warmness to her heart.
— You are too soft, like, too soft for your own good. And it's ok I swear, but I cannot let you go around life like that all alone...—He kissed her forehead — I have to go, I have to practice with the ghouls before the big ritual...Hey, I will go get you by...seven the ritual starts at ten but you are going with us in the bus. You will love the rest of the ghouls and ghoulettes!
— Swiss I need to work here until eight...
—Close early, come on, nobody will notice anyways, and if they do you can say that you felt sick and went to bed early! I'm going to be waiting for you in the garden of Primo at seven. —He put his mask again and blow her a kiss before leaving
She couldn't believe that all of that happened, the kiss, the ticket to the ritual. The weird apology from Swiss and the warm feeling that surrounded her today. She woke up defeated and ready to give up, and as Secondo told her once, her calling was strong enough. She was at home and felt great about all of it...but meeting the ghouls was a complete another deal, and she was kind of nervous.
She kept working to finish everything early and avoid overthinking, as she was taking books of the shelves someone knocked and then entered to the library
— Sister y/n , Cardinal Copia sent me with this for you...
She turned around and found herself in front of a gorgeous pale blueish grey skin ghoulette, she was just a bit taller than her and she looked like a goddess, she was without her mask and her curly hair with that beautiful blue undertone shined in the lights of the library, y/n felt awestruck for a moment. Then the ghoulette spoke again softly.
—Are you okay? You seem a bit.... impressed....
— I... I am....you are really pretty....Oh Satan, I did say that out loud? I'm so sorry....
Cirrus laughed, she was a cutie just as Swiss and Dew have told her. And she was really pretty, her y/e/c eyes, she indeed had doe-ish eyes. Her body seemed soft and huggable, she was sure that Sunshine and Cumulus would love her at first sight too.
—It’s okay Sister y/n....You are really pretty too; the guys were right about you....
Guys? Plural? She only knew Swiss, who were the other ghouls that knew her?
— Guys?...
—Oh you know , our "lovely" Swiss, Dewdrop and Aether had been talking a lot about you...
— I...I only have met Swiss...
—Yeah...but the others are aware of your presence in the abbey. You will find out....—She looked behind the sister to the bouquet of flowers and the ticket on the desk. — Oh, so Swiss actually apologized? He was going nuts yesterday....I'm glad that you two are on good terms...
—He did...Sorry I don't know your name yet and you already knew a lot about me....—She blushed again—
— Ohhh yeah...I forgot that part of presentations. I'm cirrus, one of the ghoulettes....—She grabbed her hand and kissed it. — Nice to finally meet you...
She was bright red again, even the ghoulettes where beautiful and masters in making her blush and giggle She smelled like fresh air and spring, it was sweet and made her heart feel calm and relaxed. How gorgeous she was, totally perfect from head to toe.
— T- Thank you....—She looked at the books that Cirrus brought to the library — So....this are the books from the Vatican? Our Cardinal did such a great job...—She looked through the pages, gold corners, drawings, symbols. Every shape, every color, the smell of old book in her nostrils, bringing back memories of the time she spent alone in the library reading and cleaning. Books of demonology, angels, ghouls... Ghouls? There were no ghoul books in the library, she knew that Cardinal and Papa Secondo had copious amounts of Ghoul related books, how to summon them, how to treat them, what to expect from them...but she had never seen one. She would maybe read it later.
Cirrus watched carefully how she went through the pages, how she treated the books with care and how she showed interest in the book of ghouls. Her mind wandered for a minute, if Secondo's vision was about her...she would soon become much more important to the church, she would be stripped from some of her liberties as human and maybe she would not like her new life...A part of Cirrus wanted the vision to be a lie, to be mistaken...even knowing that Secondo never fails with his visions. The anointment of Copia, the untold truth of his bloodline. The true about his own place in this church. Every one of them was true, every one of them was right what Secondo envisioned. What their master desires for his lambs.
— Thank you, Cirrus....these books are wonderful — Y/n smiled at her. — If you want to come and take one after I organize them you are more than welcome here.
The sound of her voice brought back Cirrus to the room, she forgot for a minute the books and just smiled at her, she seemed so full of life talking about her interests.
— I would love to, If you excuse me I have to go, need to prepare for the ritual tonight....
— Oh! I will see you there then...Swiss invited me to the ritual...—She showed her the ticket — He wanted me to go with him in your bus...if that's okay with you all...
— Oh sister, nothing would make us happier, but I have to warn you. They are going to be all around you, and we misbehave a lot without Copia in the room to stop us.... —She winked at her with a mischievous smile, similar to the one that Swiss gave her. — You should dress comfortably, and ....please, enjoy yourself...—She gave her a quick hug and left with a huge smile , what Swiss had told her was totally true...She smelled amazing, Sunshine was going to love her.
Y/N was completely red and amused, all the ghouls are like that? How would she survive on the bus with all of them!? She looked at the clock, she still had two hours before going, she took the book about ghouls and began to read it. Most of it was in Latin, so she would need the help of Cardinal Copia...Well, no. Emeritus the Fourth to solve them...She still was a bit worried about his beloved cardinal turning into one of the Papas, but she tried to brush of those feelings. She needed to be happy for him and show him how much he deserves his new title. But....what was going to happen with Terzo? She believed that she did a great job also, and as happy as she is for Copia...Terzo was a good papa too, maybe she could bring him a little sweet, something "casual" just a coincidence, but a nice gesture nonetheless.
As sister y/n prepared the last two hours of work, Swiss was with the rest of the ghouls, a bit anxious. He wanted to see her, get some more of her scent, feeling her close to him. Even after apologizing to her and being in good terms, he couldn't erase from his mind the memories of her giving herself pleasure while watching him...her beautiful face that expression of lust and need. He needed to be responsible for that expression, make her moan his name and let his hands wander freely over her body. But he was not going to be that guy with her, he was going to try his best to not be an asshole. He was lost in his thoughts when Sodo threw a pick to him
— Hey dipshit, we were talking to you....You invited the sister of the library to the ritual? —Sodo walked closer to him — You want to fuck her huh?
— Yes I want, but I didn't invited her for that...she is nice, and she seems lonely...You have friends between the sisters and brothers too, she is...I hope she becomes a dear friend to me..
—She will...—Cirrus arrived at the den and Swiss smelled y/n 's scent in her clothes....he growled a bit under his breath.
— You were with her?...
— Jealous?...—Cirrus laughed at him — I was, we were talking about some books that Copia handed out to me for her. She is the cutest thing in this church, isn't it? Don't be selfish Swiss, if you bring her...you know that everyone is going to want a slice of that sweet pie.
— I'm not jealous....but I saw her first! And she is my guest tonight. So, each one of you, play nice. Be nice to her, and especially you...—He grabbed Sodo by the chin and made him look at his eyes. — You are worse than me sometimes...don't make her feel uncomfortable or I will cut your dick off.
— Don't worry Swiss...If I'm going to chase her it will be in her own terms, I'm a nice ghoul...—He licked his fangs with a smile.
— Play nice...—He saw the hour and picked up his things — I'm going to bring her here first, don't be assholes.
Sunshine and Cumulus nodded enthusiastically, rain and mountain were a bit lost on what was going on, they missed part of the conversation because they were lost in their own world for a moment, hugging and cuddling but nodding like they did understand. Sodo was exited, he wanted to talk to her and ask her...maybe she was a witch! And if she was, how awesome that would be!
Swiss still had half an hour so he took a quick shower and dressed for the ritual, maybe a bit much but this ritual was special so, he would dress nicely for the new Papa. And maybe for her too. After dressing he went up to the library and waited outside, after a couple of minutes he knocked the door of her room.
— Coming! —She was ready to go, just needed a couple of shoes and her earrings. She opened the door and smiled at him — You were supoused to wait on the garden huh?— She laughed a bit—I only need to put on my shoes....do you want to come in?
Swiss smiled; she wanted him in her room? Again, he needed self-control to not lose it completely. She didn't want to screw it up again, but she looked so cute. A black silk dress up to a bit above her knees, a leather corset and silk stockings with a short leather jacket in case it gets cold. She looked gorgeous. He went inside, her room was filled with her scent. The bedsheets seemed so soft and he was sure that they were scented like her also.
— Sorry for the mess, I was looking for my best comfortable shoes and made a whole mess of my room.... sit on the bed if you want, I don't have any chairs...well I have one but it's full of dirty laundry....—She blushed, there she was again with her oversharing of information. She couldn't help it.
—It’s okay, don't worry.... if it weren't for Rain and Cumulus our den would look even worst, like a war zone. —He laughed a bit, but it was true. Sodo was a mess, he was not better, mountain was tidy, but he also made a mess with his sweaty shirts and copious amounts of drumsticks all over the den. Rain and Cumulus got tired of it and made everyone clean their rooms and common places.
— Do you think this would be comfortable enough? —She was wearing a pair of platform boots, made her look taller but were much more comfortable than heels.
Swiss was lingering his gaze over her legs, so soft and they seem longer with the platforms on. They would look very nice in his shoulders.
—You look gorgeous...I'm going to have a lot of problems keeping my hands to myself....—He licked his fangs while moving his gaze all over her body —
— Swiss.... —She was bright red again, maybe she could play a bit.... Primo said that as long as she took care of herself, she could indulge with the ghouls. She walked closer to him and took a seat in his lap, looking at him. — Maybe...just maybe if you behave ....I can give you a treat after the ritual....
Swiss hands were fast and grabbed her waist pulling her closer to him, making her press against his lap a bit hard.
— You are trying to make me lose my mind don’t you sister? ....
— I'm not.... I just think that...maybe we could have a good time, something to make even clearer that we are friends... aren't we?...—Her chest was dangerously close to the ghoul face, he was having a hard time not kissing or biting the skin in front of him.
— We still have a couple of minutes left before....
—Nope....—She smiled at him and kiss the mask in the forehead and stood up from his lap— It's only if you behave during the ritual...—She winked at him with a sly smirk in her face.
—You are punishing me aren't you?....—He sighed and stood up from the bed walking to the door.
— Yeah....I am, maybe a bit. You deserve it....but you are going to be a nice ghoul today are you?...
— I will....but if I do, you will have to give me my treat....—He grabbed her ass and squeeze it between his hands, not to hard but not soft either. She was feeling the heat in her core stirred up a bit. — And I'm a bit hungry for some sweets....
—Swiss....l-lets go....—She moved to the door and left the room with him. She never walked through those hallways in direction to the den, they were dark and looked old, older than the rest of the abbey at least.
Swiss was talking to her about meeting the rest of the ghouls and how exited they were to meet her. She smiled a bit nervous and told him how she already have met Cirrus.
—She is bossy....One of the elders here really, she and mountain are the eldest ghouls of the den the youngest are sunshine and Dewdrop...
— Dewdrop?...
— Sodo....well he goes by many names, but his "birth name" is Dewdrop, Sodo is kind of a joke that Terzo said once and it stuck with him so, we call him Sodo.
— Why? ....
— Because they call me the Sodomizer sweets....—Sodo drop from the ceiling close to the walking pair, in the middle of the hallway before the door of the den, he dropped in front of her but not to close.— Nice to finally meet you....you can call me Dew or Sodo if you like....
She let out a weird scream, she got a bit scared. He seemed really out of his mind, totally unhinged and at the same time incredibly funny and energetic. As magnetic as Swiss but she assumed that was just a ghoul thing, Cirrus was magnetic too. He was smaller than Swiss and thinner , but his presence was as big as the multi-ghoul one.
— What part of behave you didn't understand asshole? —Swiss grabbed his arm and pulled him to his side — You scared her dumbass
— I just wanted to make a good first impression! What better than a scare? She will never forget me! —He winked at her ignoring Swiss
After the scare she laughed, he was funny. And how sweet it was that Swiss ask them to behave...
—It’s okay Swiss, I was just a bit surprised....Nice to meet you too...Dew...
The way that his name sounded in her lips was so sweet. And her smell was crazy, she smelled like sweets with a bit of acidic flavor...He thought about tangerines, and pomegranates.
— So, I was here because I was looking for this big guy, Cirrus is looking for you she has something important to tell you or something....You go, I can guide our sweet sister to the den...If she wants to...
— I do not trust you Dewdrop....
— I do...go on Swiss, if it is important you should go...don't worry, he seem nice....
—I am nice!
— Too nice sometimes, keep your hands to yourself ghoul. Or else, I will kick your nuts and tie you to the front of the bus. — Swiss got closer to her and gave her a little peck on the forehead before walking away to the insides of the den. Leaving the fire ghoul and sister y/n alone.
— Sooo....you are a fire ghoul?....—They were walking slowly, Dewdrop was doing rounds around her while walking.
— Indeed, how did you know?
— Because...it was freezing cold here before you dropped from the ceiling...and you are steamy.
— Oh....so you find me hot? That's what are you saying?.—He smiled showing his fangs
— Well....yeah...—She smiled back to him — You are funny...
— Oh, so you also find me charming?....—His tail moved in front of her, she saw how the end of the tail was a bit chipped.
— I do I do....—She laughed, it was easy to talk with him, he was indeed charming, and he was flirting with her a lot but it did not make her feel uncomfortable. She enjoyed the company of this crazy ghoul
— Swiss was saying the truth...You are a complete sweet... Not even a bit anoyed by me?
— You are funny...and remind me a lot of one of the guys I used to go to class with...and maybe you could be a bit annoying but it doesn't matter, I can be annoying too....sometimes I cannot stop talking, and I get to intense about the things I like...and I have a weird taste in music that can annoy some people
—....You know....I like the music that you listen...This is going to come off as a fucking creep I know but, I was trying to enter the library one night...and I saw the light coming out of your door, and the music that you had playing...and how clean is your voice to sing...
— Oh...so you were the shadow that lingers outside my door? ...—She could be mad, but he never did anything more than that and he never went into the library...but she was a bit ashamed. — It's not the typical music that you can expect from a satanic church member...
— Oh that's lame...you need to hang out with us , we listen to almost everything that you can imagine...it's pretty awesome for us at least, you humans are so complex and live around so many things that are complete opposite and even with that you make it work....I kind of envy some reincarnated ghouls, they could experience life outside...most of us ghouls only know the deeps of hell....and it's awesome but, it's always the same...you have the chance of living in a world that is continuously changing. That's cool....why restrict yourselves to only one type of everything when you could have a whole spectrum!
— Because humans are dumb...and everyone who is "different" is in the wrong...and even among the *different" people they still give you labels and outcast you when you are different from them in the slightest...
—Well....we are a bunch of outcasts from hell , will you feel comfortable around us? —The flirting stopped for a minute, he grabbed her hand and smiled at her — Because...the ghoul den is going to be always open for you. —He was serious, after a chat with cirrus while Swiss was gone, Cirrus said something between the lines of " Copia knows she is special, and she needs good company, specially know that he is going to be so busy. And besides, don't you think that it will be refreshing for us to have new company here? She seems nice enough! " So, he wanted to make her feel at ease with them at the den.
—Why all of you had been so nice with me? Cirrus, you...Swiss was a bit of an asshole, but he apologized...even Copia and Primo...
— I don't think that is being nice....we only treat you as you treat us. Swiss doesn't apologize to anyone that is not from our..."family" but with you he was willing to make things better....because you are sweet and amiable, and you stand out from the rest because of that...I'm not saying that there are no amiable sisters or brothers but they have their groups and they are pretty much all the same....They approach us for lust and good time but they never try to really talk with us or get to know us, and it's okay I don't blame them but it gets tiring after a while....and there all of the sudden there is you, the stone in our shoe to access the library, but you ended up being so nice....and made Swiss angry that's a plus for me!
— You are saying this because you want to get in my panties Dew? —She laughed a bit, she felt good around him, like after a good coffee filled with energy.
—I do not mind getting some fun In bed with you, I swear you are gorgeous and smell delicious.... but I also want to spend time with you talking or watching movies. And I'm sure the rest will think the same about you.
She blushed again , the same as Swiss with his comments. He was a cutie too.
— You two.... —She laughed a bit, then they stopped outside a big metal door. It had golden symbols; she recognized the Symbol of Swiss shirt...and the one in Dewdrop helmet. She assumed that the other symbols belonged to the other ghouls.
— Do you want to know something interesting? We didn't carved this symbols, they just appeared with us...
— Woah....it's beautiful, but seems heavy...—She touched the handle and it burned his fingers — Ouch....it's hot...
— Are you okay?...it's not supposed to do that...—He lifts his eyebrows suspiciously. — Are you sure you are not a witch?
The tip of her index and thumb was a bit red, nothing to serious but it will maybe leave a mark, dew moved the door open for her
— What? I'm not dew! —She laughed.— I don't know what happened....
—That was ...weird, it's not hot...come in, maybe rain could soothe your hand ...
The hallway to the den was filled with pictures of the ghouls and the different Papa's, in various settings and situations. Some were more formal, a lot of them seemed like family pictures. There were also pictures of other ghouls she did not recognize, must be old ghouls who belonged to Primo or Secondo. As they walked closer to the den, she could her laughter and the sound of instruments moving.
— Rain could you help me with something? — They entered the main room, he was holding her burned hand in his hand— Oh yeah, this is sister y/n! She had a little...weird accident with the door...
— Huh?...— Rain came closer to her and soothe the red skin between his hands — Nice to meet you....what happened?
Rain was soft...his skin was moist and cold, and felt really nice in her burnt hand. He smelled like water lilies; his skin has a blueish green tone mixed with grey. He was soft spoken but he seemed as energetic as Dewdrop.
— I touched the metal gate and burned my hand...
Cirrus looked at her and her hand, the burn mark was shaped like a crescent moon while the one in her index was shaped like a small triangle. She moved next to Sunshine and whispered something at her.
— That's weird...—Rain replied — But is nothing that serious, Mounty can you grab a cold compress from the fridge?...
The ghoul came closer to her with the cold pack, He was tall, like a tree. And he was skinny but well built, she noticed that in the way that the shirt stick to his body. He smelled like a forest.
— Nice to meet you.... I’m mountain.... —He grabbed her hand putting the cold pack close to her fingers. — This should help...
— Nice to meet you...both of you...And thank you...
Rain and Mountain looked at her smiling softly, Cirrus was being honest with them when she told them that sister y/n was a sweetheart.
—Move! I want to meet her too! —Someone pushed them both away and looked at her. Sunshine was exited, too excited. She was just as Secondo's vision had told her. Her cute face, her puffy cheeks, her hair. She was gorgeous! — I'm sunshine! Nice to meet you sister y/n!
She smelled like summer, that summer afternoons reading in her backyard at her house...And her smile was so bright and full of energy. She was almost her same height maybe a bit smaller, but her body shape was amazing, her hips and chest, the way that the black suit hugged her curves mesmerized her.
— It's okay if I hug you? —The ghoulette waited for an answer —
— Yeah...it is don't worry...—She extended her arms, Sunshine hugged her and pressed her body against her, lifting her a bit from the floor. It was a tight hug, but felt amazing...all of her nervous thoughts disappeared at the moment she let herself go in that sweet embrace.
— Oh, cirrus you were right! She is huggable! Swiss, fuck off I'm going to keep her to myself! Cumulus join in!
—Fuck off sunshine .... She is my guest...—Swiss smiled at her, she was still hugging Sunshine, but she seemed so calm and relaxed...an expression that he had not seen until that point. Cumulus went from behind sunshine and lift both of them in a hug. Y/n laughed; it was something that not even in her wildest dreams could happen. Everyone was so nice to her, she felt that warm feeling in her heart again. She felt welcomed by them...Cumulus was gorgeous also, a tad shy compared to Sunshine but gorgeous nonetheless, she reminded her of a soft cloud, the type of fluffy clouds that linger in the first days of spring...
Swiss was happy, seeing her so calm and relaxed, laughing with the ghoulettes...She was not going to be alone anymore.
—Hey, let my guest alone you two....let's get our things, we are running a bit late...—He hugged her from behind as soon as the rest went to fix their instruments and clothes — Sorry if they are a bit much...but I did warn you...
— It's okay Swiss...if I'm honest, I was a bit scared...but they are so nice...and here I feel...at home?...—Her eyes became a bit glossy, she didn't felt this full of love since a long time ago.
— I'm glad to hear that...—He kissed her cheek — You are more than welcomed here...You are now officially welcome in the ghoul den....—He was hugging her from the waist, and made a small movement down her hips, he couldn't help it.
— Swiss...do I have to remind you that you need to behave?... —She smiled a bit. He looked like a scolded kid. Pouting at her.
— I'm doing my best...but it's so hard...—He nuzzled his face in her neck breathing her scent and leaving soft kisses in her skin. — You smell so good...can I misbehave just a bit?...—He squeezed her hips pressing a bit against her— Just a bit...
Her breath was irregular, she choked a small moan as soon as his lips touched her skin. But she was not going to lose this, it was his punishment.
— Swiss....I'm not going to give you your treat if you don't behave...that was the deal...
He growled behind her ear giving it a little bite at her earlobe before letting her go.
— I get it....but you will pay for this later....—His smirk grew as soon as he felt her scent becoming stronger. She was already aroused.
Dewdrop saw the whole thing from the ceiling, her scent was strong enough to hit him, he wanted to feel it closer to him, maybe under him, maybe above him. His fangs bit his lip hard trying to bring him to reality and he dropped from the ceiling in the kitchen, to not scare her again. The rest of the den was ready to go, she walked with them to the outside of the church, talking with Cirrus about the new books and how some of them were in Latin, cumulus promised her to help her with the translation because she knew Latin. They got on the bus, it was luxurious but not overwhelmingly luxurious. It seemed comfortable and she understood why, they travel a lot and for many hours sometimes. She awaited to everyone to get in the buss to find a seat, she seated between Swiss y Dewdrop. Both of them put their hands on her legs, and both of them growl to each other when they realized.
— It's okay, it doesn’t matter but behave please.... don’t growl.
— You are my guest....Mine.
—Yeah but she already told me she finds me hot and charming!
—If you don't behave I’m going to seat between Mountain and Rain, they seem more mature than you two right now...
Rain laughed and patted his tight and Mountain did the same
— You will always have a good seat here with us don't worry.
She blushed, does everyone in the den was interested in getting in her bed?...Well , she was amused by it, but also she was intrigued and wanted to taste a bit of hell with the ghouls...
Swiss and Dew pouted at her and stopped their fight , keeping their hands where they were without complains. Swiss squeezed a bit her thigh, while dewdrop caressed her skin softly, playing with the embroidery in her stocking, she heard steps coming from the drivers cabin.
—What’s going on in here? —He was huge, HUGE. Tall and strong, his arms could crush her if he wanted to. His thighs were big, almost trapped inside his pants. — Oh you are the famous sister from the library? Nice to finally meet you! —He hugged her and lift her from the seat with ease, she felt as a feather being manhandled like that, his hug was strong but not rough, and her whole body fitted perfectly between the ghoul arms.
— H-Hi.....
—Oh Sorry, I'm Aether! I'm the one in charge of the bus most of the time because the rest doesn't have sense of orientation and always mess with the locations and directions. You are really small....
She was still in the air until he grabbed her legs and put them around his waist. Like a koala.
— Hey dipshit , drop her she is my guest! — Swiss kept on repeating that, because he didn't wanted to say "my treat".
—Oh, but she sure would enjoy being with me, wouldn't you sister? —His smile grew bigger showing his fangs. She was red like the velvet seats of the bus. The ghoul just laughed and put her down again in her seat with care. — The offer is still on Sister, nice to meet you. —He left again to the drivers cabin.
— He is huge....
—But he is a golden retriever in terms of charisma. He is a total— Cumulus joined the conversation—...how did they said in that series that we were watching Sunshine? ....
— A total himbo! —Everyone laughed at the comment. They were having such a good time
When they arrived at the location she helped the ghoulettes with their outfits, and polishing their masks a bit. She helped cirrus with her hair, and fixed Dewdrop tie. Then she helped Swiss to adjust his suspensors and gave Aether a shoulder massage because he was a bit tense to move freely. She was seated on the backstage when a pair of mismatched eyes found her.
—Sister y/n?.
— Cardinal! ...—She hugged him — I'm so glad to see you before your big night....
— What are you doing here?...how did you know what is going to happen? ....—He caressed her head with soft movements, he was indeed happy to see her, but intrigued.
— Are you mad at me? I know that I should have told you but I wanted to be a surprise...Swiss invited me, and told me about your big day....
—I’m not mad dolcezza, sorry for not saying anything about this in the morning...I really wanted to but, Sister Imperator told me not to say a word before the ritual...—He kissed her forehead. — you came with the ghouls?....are you good with Swiss? Si?
—Everyone is so nice...and yes Swiss and I made up, part of his apology was bringing me here....—She cuddle in his chest enjoying his warmth.
— I'm glad that you get along with them...You know what will happen now with me do you dolcezza?...Maybe I'm not going to have that much time with you as I used to but...you have them now, and they will take care of you...
—I’m going to miss you...but I will always be there when you return..
—I will visit you as soon as I arrive....—He brushed her cheek...he was worried about her. He was told about Secondo's vision, she was so young...her destiny was already written...but she would be happy with that?
— You will do great Papa...—She caressed his chest and fixed his tie a bit — I fully believe in you.
— Dolcezza....thank you for being here, it means a lot to me....I got to go, the show is about to start...ask one of the guys from security to move you to the first row, I will tell them your name ok?....—He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and left, she waited on the side of the stage. The ghouls started to walk towards the stage.
Cirrus hugged her before going up, Sunshine kiss her forehead, Cumulus also hugged her. Mountain asked about her hand, and then kissed it on the palm before going up, rain kiss her forehead. Aether lifts her again in a hug. Dewdrop got close to her, too close...
—If I kill it on stage...will you give me a kiss? —He smiled —
— I will think about it....—She laughed and kissed him on the mask.
—That’s enough for me...—He left with a big grin and went up stage.
Swiss walked to her and grabbed her by the waist. He was without the mask, and it was holding it with his tail.
—I know I promised to behave...but this is going to be my lucky charm for today....—He grabbed her chin and kissed her, slowly and intense. He pulled her closer to him, he needed to enjoy as much as he could before going on stage. She did not fell short, she hugged him and pressed her body to him, why not? She broke the kiss when the air was lacking to her body.
— I will take that in consideration but....good luck...—The ghoul smiled, put on his mask and went to stage. She was flustered.
—Sister y/n , please come with me —She followed one of the guards and she found her spot , in front of the stage, she was ready to see the show.
She was sure that this was going to be one of those experiences that she would never forget no matter how hard she try. Tonight she didn't care about anything but the ghouls, and his Papa Emeritus the Fourth. The show was about to begin, and Sister y/n felt the excitement running through her body. She didn't attend a ritual since she entered the abbey thanks to one, she felt the adrenaline of being in the presence of the ghouls and Papa in their element, the stage.
The ritual begun with a small ceremony in which they presented to the world the new Emeritus the Fourth. She screamed in joy, clapped with the other assistants to the ritual in his honor. Then the music started, and she was mesmerized by it. Papa showed so much energy, so much passion and love to his doing, Dewdrop was indeed killing it so she would have to give him that kiss later. Swiss looked at her enjoying the show, so he was going to put a little show for her too. Dewdrop thought the same, as he moved through the stage he blow a kiss in her direction, she laughed. Swiss was dancing in his spot shimming his shoulders and hips at the beat, sunshine vocals were amazing...Everyone was giving their best. Swiss came closer to the end of the stage during a small break and greeted the public, but keeping special attention to the part where she was standing, winking at her, blowing kisses. Dewdrop notice that and just to bother him ( and make her smile ) threw a pick at him. When the multi-ghoul looked at the fire ghoul, this flipped him off and stuck out his tongue just to annoy him even more. What he didn't expected at all was for the multi ghoul walking towards him, getting behind his back and start to choke him in the most seductive way possible. He got the point he was trying to prove, she was watching them...why not giving her a show? Dew press his back against the body of the ghoul who mas moving his hips to the rhythm of dew's guitar, they rocked back and forth all of this while one of Swiss hands grabbed his chest and the other his neck, squeezing a bit. Copia returned to the stage after drinking a bottle of water and looked at the show the other two were putting, a part of him embarrassed and another part intrigued, they were always like that but, they seemed really invested and the public was screaming like crazy. A pretty good ritual, nonetheless.
Swiss squeezed a bit harder and before leaving the ghoul he bites his neck over the fabric. And the hand in his chest traveled to his crotch to grab his dick, Dew moaned , not loud enough for the people to hear but enough to make Swiss aware of it. That prick was going to pay after the show, alone or with the sister.
She felt heated just by watching that, they kept eye contact with her the whole time , except for the dick grabbing, at that point they were only looking at each other, they went back to their spot to continue with the show and try to avoid looking at her, they felt her scent growing, after memorizing her scent they could smell it everywhere if it was strong enough...and it was. She felt the wetness between her legs, which show they put for her in front of all of those sinners who enjoyed it. The way they moved, how Swiss hands were so big , she needed to feel them in her neck, in her chest, she was dizzy, the smell that she knew...It smelled like Swiss scent...but there was another one, like burnt wood in a campfire but more musky...smokey leather. She felt lightheaded.
Dewdrop was the first to fall, he looked at her. She looked so amused, so flustered. Her glossy eyes, her lips partly open, her scent traveling to his nose as an invitation to eat her out all night. He played it a bit more, he winked at her again, to make her known he was watching her, and took his hand to his mouth licking two of his fingers and moving his tongue up and down the middle of them. She felt her thighs clenching together and the wetness of her core growing, a choked moan was stopped in her throat when his hand made the movement of him jerking off to her. With a cheeky smile the ghoul turned around, she was going as crazy as him.
Swiss smiled noticing all of that...Dew wanted to play, and he was more than sure that y/n also wanted to. She was slowly letting herself go, and both ghouls were more than happy to help her loosen up a bit more. Swiss was needy, he wanted to feel her...for a long time he didn't feel this type of hunger about someone, she was driving him crazy, and that little game with Dewdrop left him even more needy. He only prayed to Satan that the moment of receiving his "treat" would come soon to him. He was so aroused that his glare was failing, he thanked that the suit covered most of his skin, but his horns were becoming a bit annoying under the helmet.
Dewdrop was begging for the ritual to end he wanted to relieve the tension on his pants as soon as possible, around his neck the scent of Swiss was also making him go feral. As soon as the play the last song he went backstage, he decided to go as quick as possible to the bus, he could jerk off alone while the rest packed the things. Little he knew that Swiss had the same plan in mind, involving sister Y/n
Swiss went quickly to find her, she was waiting at the hallway behind the stage, the one that lead to the bus, it was empty. He was sweating, his pants felt tight around his crotch, his scent hit her like a punch in the face. Her legs twitched , he got closer to her grabbing her waist and pulling in his direction.
— I think that I behaved pretty well...—His voice was a bit deeper, a growl trapped in his chest. His claws pressed against her hips, threatening the fabric of the dress. — I want my treat....and I'm not capable of waiting until we get to the den...
She wanted to throw herself into his arms, but she also wanted to play a bit with his limit... something inside of her was growing and could be the lust, but this was darker, a primal desire to be fucked until she couldn't take it anymore. So, she was going to tease a little more.
— Do you think that you behaved? What about that little show that you played with Dewdrop....poor thing, he was notoriously hard beneath his guitar...—She moved his arms around his shoulders pulling him closer to her — That was good behavior?....
He saw how her eyes darkened in front of him, the pupil like a whole moon , her gaze completely filled by lust. Her scent was beyond the point of intoxicating , he needed her, he ripped his helmet of his head, his glare long gone by now. He grabbed her chin looking right into her eyes.
— It was nothing. I can be a lot worse....—His fangs were glowing under the light of the hallway — I could grab you right here...pulling that nice dress up and make you my little slut right know...
—You deserve your treat....don't you?....—She was consumed by lust at this point. Nothing was in her mind. She felt her blood boiling inside of her, she wanted him. She needed him, in her mind there was nothing but him.
—Please sister....you really want to tease me?....I could destroy your insides with my strength if I wanted to...but I don't want to do that....I want to make you come over and over....you are going to feel me inside you probably a couple of days and if you forget.. I'll be glad to remind you as much as you need to.... Please y/n .... don’t torture yourself.... don’t torture me...
She lifted her dress showing a cute lace purple underwear and moved her leg up to his waist. And Swiss felt his cock was about to burst inside his pants. They still had at least two hours before everyone was ready to leave and that hallway was going to be empty all the time. He kneeled in front of her looking her flustered expression, he released his cock from his pants to relieve some tension before ripping her underwear of the way , one zip from his claw.
—H-Hey...those were my favorites...
—I will buy you more...and rip them again.... —He could have waited, took more time...but the sight in front of him was something to die for. He couldn't wait a fucking minute more. He place both of her legs in his shoulders with his strength, he could have her there a whole day if he wanted to. Before she could say anything more he began to eat her out. He was a thirsty ghoul, licking every piece of soft skin in his way, paying special attention to her clit, pressing his tongue and sucking slowly.
Her back was straight to the wall, she thanked that the ghoul had her lifted in his shoulders, because her legs stopped working since the ghoul began to lick her like a starved man who found fresh fruit in the desert. He was hungry, the sinful noises that came out her mouth, the sound of the wet tongue of the ghoul licking between her folds. She felt close to the edge, she couldn't help it. It has been so long since she had something, and that could not be compared at all with the feeling of having the ghoul between her legs, worshipping her as some sort of lustful goddess.
— What happened with that smart mouth sister....—He stopped his eating to look her right the eye while moving his index over her hole slowly, tempting.
— D....Don't....—She couldn't even talk properly — be....a tease....mgnh...Swiss please.... I want your dick inside...
—I’m not going to fuck you here....I want you to be comfortable...—He smiled as he pushed two fingers inside her with ease, feeling how her inside twitched.— But I'm going to make you come in my mouth before leaving....
— But.... Swiss.....I want it....—She gasped and moaned between words, his fingers were as dexterous as with the guitar...she felt like she was going to come at any minute. His tongue made his way to her clit, licking and pressing the small bud, he found the perfect pace and that sweet spot that made tighten around his fingers sucking them back in every time he pulled them out, over and over. Her taste was delightful, he could drink from her day and night.
— Swiss... Swiss I want to....I need to come please...
He moved his fingers faster, deeper. Looking for her breaking point, enjoying her moans, her hands pulling his hair a bit every time she was near. After a couple more minutes she came at least twice, her whole body felt like melted butter. She looked down on the ghoul, his face and beard wet, her pussy still constricting and pushing that liquid outside her. She didn’t even knew she could do that! He kept licking until she squeezed her legs to making him stop.
— E... Eno...ugh....—She dropped to the floor on her knees after the ghoul let her down on the floor Looking at him before letting her eyes wander down to his cock. His black underwear had a huge wet spot, he was leaking so much pre cum, and his scent was strong overpowering her senses. Without thinking twice she licked the dark spot over his dick, outlining the head of his cock with her tongue, sucking the taste out of the fabric. He growled grabbing her hair in a fist pressing his crotch to her face.
— You seem hungry sister...look at you...on your knees for me...with my dick pressed to your face and you drooling over my underwear...so filthy...tell me sister....do you want to suck my dick like the good girl you are?...
Her fucking praise kink , she felt her insides twitch by the mere thought of having him on her mouth, moaning her name.
— I want to...please....—She opened her mouth sticking her tongue out waiting obediently. Like she waited for the wine in front of Papa. He released his dick from his underwear and rub it on her tongue, she moaned feeling the hot wet pre cum directly in her mouth. She was feeling like a whore, but she didn't care, her body had a mind for its own , she wanted more. More of his taste, more of his growls and moans.
— If I get to rough you can pat my leg....—Before she could answer he began thrusting his dick inside her mouth, she was bobbing her head and drooling over the floor and on his dick, she looked up with tears in her eyes and a blissed outlook, he moaned at the sight. She was so hot and her mouth felt amazing. He pressed against her throat making her gag a couple of times before leaving it inside for a couple of seconds grasping her hair, moaning her name. Just to push her away for a moment and rubbing his cock and her spit over her cheeks and lips.
—Look at you...you are a filthy sinner... drooling all over my dick with that fucked out look on your face....such a good little slut for me....I'm going to come in your mouth...and what are you going to do?
— Swallow it...
— Like a good slut... say it sister ...
— I'm....going to swallow it like....like the good slut that I am...
— Good girl...I'm going to fuck you so hard after this...you are going to scream my name over and over....—He put his dick on her mouth again making her licking and sucking it. Chasing his high — And...mgnh....ah fuck....when we come back to the den...I'm going to fuck you until you pass out...ahhh! Fucking hell like that.....damn...you sure are hungry....keep going I'm going to come in that pretty mouth of yours....look at that slutty face of yours...Mngh.,.oh fuck ....y/n...I'm going to...ahh fuck!
He pressed hard against her mouth letting his thick cum flow freely in her mouth, he had a lot to let go. She swallowed until he stopped. So tasty, so thick and salty....
—Nngh....such a good girl...who is my good girl huh? —He lifted her from the floor — We still have like an hour left....and those velvet cushions on the bus are perfect for your soft skin...—He kissed her, tasting himself on her mouth. He carried her to the bus, caressing the skin of her legs slowly.
When they got in the bus they heard a breathy moan, and the sound of springs and cushions, they looked around the bus only to find out Dewdrop at the back, with his pants open and his fist on his dick masturbating with one of Swiss shirts that laid on the bus.
—So that's were that shirt was...
—Mngh... fucking asshole...—His eyes darted out to the sister in Swiss arms — Mngh...you are going to only sit there and watch?
She had never seen him without the helmet, his long greyish hair shined like silk on his flustered face. The scent of charcoal and campfire, smoked leather....it was him. Her mouth watered seeing his dick leaking pre cum on the seats. She looked at Swiss with a mischievous smirk.
— We still have an hour?... And...I promised something to Dew....—She patted Swiss arm and he let her down, she walked down the bus closer to Dew, he moaned just feeling her scent near to him.
—Y/n....please....
— Don't worry Dew...—She kneeled down in front of him and gave his dick a long lick from the base to the top. Swiss got hard just seeing that wonderful scene. He also got closer to them grabbed Dews hair and pulled him closer to his crotch.
— Come on Dewdrop...lick it....
— Fucking asshole....—He growled before sucking the tip of Swiss dick, giving it a little brush with his fangs, Swiss tightened his grip on the fire ghoul hair and growled at him.
— Don't bite....
— Be good Dewdrop....—She kept licking but not putting him in her mouth, not yet.
— Mngh....y/n...you are going to pay for this too...—He sucked harder on Swiss who buckled his hips in the small ghoul mouth fucking his face with almost no consideration. He loved the sight of the prideful ghoul drooling for him, and she looked so invested in making both of them feel good. She was another person, where did the shy sister from the library went? He wanted to see more of her. She was a mysterious little lamb...and he couldn't wait to fully unravel her lustful side.
— Mngh...Dew...—She went down on his dick , she felt the tip brushing her throat, she tried her best to battle the gag reflex and gave her best to making feel as good as he could, he was a moaning mess between her and Swiss. His hands went to her head pushing her down and keeping her on place, he began to thrust chasing his climax, they were both a drooling mess.
Swiss took out his dick from Dew, this purred and looked at him annoyed, he wanted to keep sucking him.
— Don't be selfish...—He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her
—Help me a bit here Dew....—He grabbed her legs speeding her open and sitting with her in his lap. His dick brushing her pussy every time that he moved to adjust. — aren't you hungry?
Dew smiled and went right to her pussy, licking and sucking with hunger. Swiss took of her dress and bra, and while the fire ghoul was eating her, he was playing with his nipples pulling and pinching them, his tail going up and down her body. The fire ghoul put his tongue inside her moving it, using his fingers to stimulate her clit and used his own tail to jerk off.
Dew was having a wonderful time eating her out, her taste was so good, and she was so wet already. His tongue going in and out of her, he felt already like and addict to her taste, he wanted more and more. The spade of Swiss tail went beneath her and began to going over her clit and giving it little slaps while Dew worked with his tongue on her. In less than five minutes she was almost there, the over stimulation was making her go crazy, she felt how her hips buckled and the coil in her inside burst. She came with a loud moan, gushing all over dewdrop face, who drinked it with delight.
— Thanks dewdrop...—He lifted her again a bit and began to make his way inside her, pressing slowly and letting her down smoothly. — Fucking hell.... you are tight...
She felt her insides being rearranged to fit the ghoul , she was so full. Her mind was completely gone by now, the only feelings in her head were pleasure and a primal hunger for more of the ghouls. She looked at Dew as she struggled a bit to fit Swiss inside of her.
—Poor sweet sister....it's hard?...—Dew came closer to her, cupping her face in his hands passing his thumb over her lip. — You can do it.... how does it feel Swiss??...
—Incredibly tight and warm....but she is adapting to me as she was made for me Dew...you should try it later...—He moved a bit, she moaned and licked Dew's thumb hungry for more of him. — Look at her...such a nice girl...What do you think Dewdrop... Mngh fucking hell...we should keep her in the den....all day being stuffed by us...
— Oh no...maybe we could use her cute room next to the library, no one will go there at night....no one will hear you scream our names....—Dew got closer, he kissed those velvety plumped lips letting her taste the sweet scent of her pussy in his tongue, he grabbed her tits and caressed them, tracing the skin softly with his claws, pinching slowly and pulling. She deepened the kiss while Swiss began to move at a steady rhythm when she was comfortable enough.
— Dew...Mngh...I want to suck you...
— Mmnn....my sweet girl is hungry? ....—He seated in the sit in front of them and Swiss moved her closer to him while pounding her pussy harder than before , the change in position tightened her inside, and it felt like fire inside of her. So warm, so wet and sticky, her velvety insides were milking him, squeezing him every time she was close. Dewdrop guide his dick close to her mouth, grazing her lips with it a couple of times before going in. She moved her tongue around it tasting as much as she could.
He looked at Swiss, his blissed-out expression, his eyes shining with desire and lust. It had been a lot since the last time they shared a moment like this together. He looked so fine all sweaty, his black hair sticking to his face, the veins in his neck pumping like crazy. His own hips began to move harder, trying to get in sync with Swiss thrusting, her moans, his moans and growls alongside the moans and growls of Swiss were the only thing that one could hear inside the bus.
—Mngh....I'm going to come inside you little whore....—Swiss slapped her butt a couple of times. She was already on her Sixth or Seven orgasm of the night, her insides felt like fire and inside her chest something was growing every minute.
— Mngh...do you want it in your mouth sweets?...—Dew pushed against her throat again.— I will take that face as a yes....—They both growled in sync while their thrusts were becoming more and more savage, they were a growling and moaning mess.
She was completely lost in her lust to even care about what will happen with her after that, she just wanted to live the full experience with those two. She moaned their names taking a moment from worshipping dewdrop cock.
—Mngh.... Swiss! Dewdrop! I'm going to....ah! Swiss! Dew! Mnhhh fucking hell!
She came with a loud moan, the coil in her inside exploded, her interior tightened and squeezed Swiss dick inside her, making him burst with a deep growl filling her with his thick and hot cum, his claws breaking a bit of the skin in her hips as he squeezed her in position.
Dewdrop didn't last long after that, he grabbed her face and look directly in her eyes as he came on her tongue. She swallowed and smiled. Dew was fairly impressed.
The trio collapsed in the couch, slowly getting back to their senses. A deep purring came from Swiss chest before getting up.
— You, help her get dress, lend him one of my shirts and....uh...she doesn't have any more underwear...I think Cumulus had a pair on her bin I'm going for it....—He smiled looking at the sight in front of him, the small ghoul and the sister cuddling in the seat, all sweaty and tired. He gave both of them a kiss before going to look for clothes and a towel. He helped her first cleaning her and making sure she was comfortable enough for the ride back home, then he did the same for the ghoul.
—I missed doing this type of mayhem with you Dew, but don't bite my dick again or I will bite your precious tail. —He joked with the fire ghoul, she was slowly going back to reality after the high. As the both of them were watching her, Dew gave her a blanket and a kiss on the forehead. They opened the windows in a lame attempt of making the place stink less like sex.
—Swiss...hug me...—She looked at him needy, too needy. Like a puppy.
—If you want to....—He hugged her, passing her arm around her shoulders and letting her rest on his chest.
—Make space for me asshole...—Dewdrop hugged Swiss from the opposite side of her, purring. The multi ghoul was warm...
—Does anyone of you smoke? —She asked—
— You smoke?...
— Only when stressed....or after sex. It's kind of a cliche....And I haven't smoke in a long time...—She laughed a bit. Swiss gave her his cigarettes, dew lightened with the tip of his tail with a smile.
—Here...
—Well...I did gave you the kiss you wanted. —She smiled pinching the ghoul cheek — Do you have anything to do now?...
— Well...go to bed...eat something!... tomorrow we have another ritual...why?...
She looked the tip of her cigarette, the smoke going up and twirling in the air, so many memories from other times flooded her mind.
—.... I wanted to know if I can stay with you tonight...
Swiss and dew looked at each other, a bit worried and at the same time excited.
— You are always welcome in the den. If you want to stay, you can stay...But you are going to sleep with us. I don't want sunshine stealing you in the middle of the night. She has a huge crush on you.
— And you don’t? —She gave him a cheeky smile. — She is so cute...
— More than me?....—Dew made her puppy eyes before giving her a kiss — You smoke menthols Swiss? Your dick is going to fell and shit ....
— You didn't seemed worried about that while sucking and drooling all over it.
She got red, Dew just smiled and laughed. They cuddle again while talking about nonsense and food until she fell asleep. The other ghouls went to the bus hours after, they already knew. It was no fucking mystery that the three of them were fuming for each other.
—Ugh....this place reeks...
— Mnn... It's smell like pomegranate....and burnt. —Aether took a picture with his phone of the three of them napping. — They are going to beg for this picture.
Copia went inside the bus, he had a soft smile in his face, he was tired but he wanted to talk with the ghouls, so he asked if they could talk outside the bus to don't bother y/n and the resting ghouls. Once outside Copia looked at the ghouls and made a small bow to them, showing the respect he had for all of them as a team.
—It was a great night guys....I know that you...are used to Terzo way of doing things but...I will give my best to make you feel proud of the Project. I know that this could be harsh at first , and maybe I will mess a lot of things. But I will do my best effort.
— Oh papa...—Cirrus hugged him and kiss his cheek — You are doing a great job....Terzo is mad at you?...
— A bit....Si, and I understand him...I want you to know that I never planned to steal this from him...He is my friend. But everything was already planned by Secondo and Sister Imperator. I'm glad that you understand me...And I'm also glad to see that y/n is being cared so much here...She is...well she is a friend, someone very important to me, and I know many of you are aware of the situation that surrounds her but, please don't say anything yet...I want to have a talk with her before...
— Secondo told you?....—Cirrus interfered
—What are we missing on? —Aether and Rain were unaware of the situation, as dew and Swiss who were sleeping. — What "situation"
— Mnn...okay, I will tell this to Dew and Swiss later. Secondo had a vision, about a sister of sin who would be reborn as a ghoul. This vision happened years before Terzo assumed the papacy, but around a year ago Secondo called Me and Mountain as representatives of the ghoul den, because he had news. A sister had been integrated to the church, and she was the one in Secondo's vision, he was sure about it, the oracles and our boss were asked so he could be completely sure about her. And he is. Sister y/n will become a ghoul like us in... about a year.
— She!?...a ghoul!? That's.... I know that there are ghouls that used to be humans but...the process can be horrible...—Aether protested—
— And... being a ghoul means that she will have to live here forever...
— Not necessarily, but she will never be a complete human again, she could pass as one but she will be almost immortal like us. She would have to say goodbye to her family...—Copia interrupted, he knew about the complications, as a way to help her he sends cirrus with the book, he knew she would be interested in reading it, maybe it would help her to make amends with her destiny. — That's the hard part...
— And the heats, and when you feel your horns pierce your skin as they grow, how your tail breaks your skin to be free, and how it hurts to feel that the first months...—Rain replied — It's going to be hard...she will be ready to it? ....—He sighed. From the den he was the only one who was a reincarnated ghouls, but it had been years since he became a ghoul, he forgot most about his human life already. But he did remember the pain and the fear to the unknown, the changes. He loved his ghoul life, that did not change the fact that maybe she wont be ready to it.
— Rain…I am also scared, I care about her too, but our lord decided that her destiny lies here, with us, as a ghoul...I want to give her the best chances of have a better life here, so she never looks back and regret her decision because It will kill her inside…
As they talked about the future of the sister, the fire ghoul was listening closely, from behind the door of the bus, his heart ached, Copia was right; she will die inside if she lives with that regret, he needed to tell her, he needed to prepare her for the changes…But how she could react to the news?
A.N : So, a long chapter and a plot twist. Yeah, the idea was the same since the first chapter but i wanted to build it up a bit. I dont know if it worked that well though. I hope you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading it, I will try my best to post more often, oh and im also thinking on opening the ask and take some submissions maybe, if you are interest coment down below <3
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