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nimbusghoul · 7 months

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"Long Distance Phone Sex" with Copia? eheheh

This was gonna be a really fast write but then i decided to take my time with it!! it genuinely turned out a lot better than i expected…

Prompt - Copia Emeritus

FANDOM : THE BAND GHOST/GHOST BC

PAIRING : COPIA/PAPA EMERITUS IV x GN!AFAB!READER

TYPE: SMUT

WC:

STORY BELOW THE CUT

Copia was always very easy to tease, especially in public settings. So when it came to being away from him during tours, It was so easy to have him all flustered and needy because he couldn’t get to you when he needed you.

Sending him nudes and sexts, and when he had free time to look he would leave you on read for a couple minutes, most likely trying to calm down his pathetic needy brain, being away from you for so long was hard, especially for him

‘Why must you do this to me when I cannot reach you?’

‘lol’

‘May I call you, Dolcezza?’

‘Ofc, Papa<3’

In the blink of an eye, his name popped at the top of your screen with an incoming call, you picked up, laying on your back under the covers as you put the phone up to your ear

“Amore, you know what happens now that you’ve got me all hot and bothered, no?”

“Of course, it’s my favorite part. It’s why I do it in the first place.”

You heard a sigh from the other end the closing and locking of a door “I presume you are alone? I do not think you would do this to me with others around, but maybe that’s just hopeful thinking.” He said, laying down on the bed in the hotel room he had for himself, as the ghouls enjoyed cuddle piling alone.

“Of course i’m alone, you think i would put you in a situation where you’d have to handle this yourself? I’m not that cruel.” You said, rolling over on the bed just a bit “So how you wanna go about your issue, Papa?”

“Well, I-I don’t believe we’ve ever had…Phone Sex? I believe that’s what it’s called..” He said, stuttering a bit. His pathetic awkwardness was always the best part about teasing him, he was so damn easy to fluster.

“Well, you’re right, but is that what you wanna do?” You asked, trying to be sure that he was actually willing to do something so erotic with the thin walls surrounding him.

He was quiet, but only for a bit “Sí, Amore. I want to hear you touch yourself.” He said huskily, the small rasp in his voice sending a shiver down your spine

You felt your heart jump when he let out a small weak laugh “I wish I could be with you, Amore. I would want nothing more than to kiss you all over until my lips are sore, I hate to say I am glad we will be home in a couple days. You are my great temptation, any longer without you and I would lose my head. When I get home, I promise I will make up for all of the lost time, and perhaps if you push me in the right direction, lost touch as well.” He said, his small smile clear in his voice.

“Even when you’re rock hard you’re romantic, huh? You’re so cute.” You said, gently opening your bedside drawer and pulling out your wireless bullet vibe

“Ah- mmm…Dolcezza…” You heard his breath hitch a bit, a small chuckle coming from him “Is it alright if I wish to be a bit impatient?”

“Of course, Copia. I’ve been teasing you slowly for a while now. Do you still have your pants on?”

“To my dismay, yes.”

“Aww, you poor baby. If you need it that bad, you know you can always start whenever you’d like”

“I wanted to wait for you, Amore.”

“mmm that’s sweet, always so thoughtful, even when i’m teasing you to death.”

“Mmm, only for you. But I have to get these off, I do not think I can wait, scusi.(sorry)” You heard the unzipping and then a large sigh come from the other end.

“I assume you’re already leaking for me, honey?”

“Hah, very much so, I will have to make sure i put some soap on the stain to get it out when I do laundry.” He chuckled lightly, you then heard the small sigh he made as he gently slipped his pants off

“Copia~, Don’t worry about things like that right now, I wanna make this fun, tell me what to do.” You said, giggling slightly as you heard him stammer a bit

“Hmm…Well, I don’t want to punish you too much, but I do want to tease you fairly.”

“Fair enough, start with one slow finger?”

“You know me too well, it’s like you read my mind”

His statement made you giggle, you slowly inserted a finger inside, your folds overflowing with your arousal already, you let out a gentle moan, not realizing how sensitive you were already, the teasing must’ve excited you more than you thought

“You sound beautiful, Dolcezza”

“Don’t flatter me yet, we haven’t even gotten started.” You said, smiling gently, letting out hot breaths as you gently dragged the tip of your finger up and down your folds, you heard a slight groan of satisfaction, his gentle panting carrying through the phone

“Go on and add another finger, I want you to make more of those beautiful noises, I cannot get enough of the sounds you make, Dolcezza.”

��Yes, Papa.” you said, your voice shaking lightly as you put another finger in, you felt yourself tighten every time he made a noise, as if begging to squeeze around his cock.

“Give your clit some attention, Amore.” He said, panting lightly through the phone accompanied by groans and hisses of pleasure “you have no clue how hard that text got me, you are lucky that we were sitting down or i would’ve been humiliated.”

you moaned gently, fingering yourself to the sound of his voice and the images conjuring in your mind “isn’t that the fun part of it? The thrill? it’s like less taboo exhibitionism.”

“I cannot wait to get home and get to feel your beautiful body up and down, and make sure you haven’t forgotten how much you mean to me, and how much you belong to me. I am aching to finger you roughly until you orgasm over and over, mi amore. To fuck you raw until you can’t make out words. I think next time you should come with me, so i don’t have to ache for you like this. So i can punish you in ways you deserve for teasing me so much. I long to see those pretty lips of yours wrapped around me, and soon I shall get those. Just a couple more days and i will be with you. But for now, I want you to rub your clit while you finger your cunt recklessly, push yourself to the edge for me.”

You did as he told, setting the phone down on the pillow next to your ear to use both hands, moans and whimpers leaving you as you imagined your own digits were his, his pale, boney knuckles hitting just right.

You curled your fingers inside, hitting that special spot that he would tease when he got the chance. He wasn’t about speed, how fast you can reach your release, he was about making it feel as good as possible, he was a very passionate person, even now, so far away.

Hearing him stroking his cock because of something you sent him, the things you said and the memories & thoughts of you, it only made you more excited, rubbing circles around your clit while you fingered yourself to the sound of his voice

You felt yourself tighten, making you feel needy, you sped up slightly, chasing that release you’ve just barely caught a glimpse of.

“Papa…i’m getting really close, is it okay if I cum?”

“Of course, i am close as well, we shall do it together, mi amore.”

Your legs shook as you drew closer and closer to the edge, letting out a whine-like moan that was a tad louder than you had expected as you finger fucked yourself through you orgasm, listening to his slightly choked moan as his release followed quickly after yours,slowly coming down from your high, feeling a big giddy, you gently removed your fingers, going to wipe them off when you heard him speak again

“Dolcezza, Taste yourself for me.”

The request was a little sudden but you obliged

“yes, papa.”

you said as you gently slipped your digits into your mouth, doing simply as he asked, then once your fingers were licked clean you gently wiped them off on a towel, clearing the saliva to pick up your phone

“Well, did i finish what i started?”

you said, with a small giggle as the post-orgasm giddiness bubbled up inside, causing a small chuckle from your other half on the other side of the phone

“Yes, amore, you definitely satiated the hunger that you caused, but i do still miss you. I cannot wait to be home, even just to cuddle. I hope you expect me to be a bit ah…clingy.. when i return to you.”

“Maybe it’s what i’m hoping for?”

you said with another small giggle, causing another chuckle from him on the other end

“I love you so much, Tesoro.”

“I love you too. I can’t wait to see you. Get some good rest after that, okay?”

“Of course. I will call you when I find the time in the morning. Goodnight.”

“Night Night.”

The call ended and you gently put your phone on charge and slipped on some clean clothes, jumping back into bed and curling up in the covers, and gently drifted off to sleep, excited for the day in which Copia would return to the ministry.

Another one done!💚💚

so happy with this one actually

but i will get a word count on both fics!!

i’m also working on my master list rn like i’m working on SO much rn

pls send me some more asks so i can stay occupied during vacation 💚

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riseofamoonycake · 6 months

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Hi Luna! How are you? I know I sent a request recently, but if it's okay, could I ask for some drabbles or headcanons for Mama Eve and Papa Adam meeting their beloved child's s/o? (reader can be gn ^^)

You can choose the human or god that reader dates! Feel free to add as many characters as you want ;>

Remember to drink water and take care of yourself correctly!!

Xoxo~ ❤️💖💕🌹🌷💐🌙✨

I've really had my fun doing it, ehehehe, especially imagining Papa Adam watching is precious child unexpectadly (more or less) taking home someone. Did you hear his heart shattering? Yes, yes, now go to Papa and hold him tightly.

AND LET'S BE CLEAR: EVE WILL BE THE FIRST ONE TO ACCEPT YOUR LOVER. Adam needs to take his time in these things, so... leave him alone for a while, let him cry, and be hopeful.

Confucius

This ball of sunshine is loved and welcomed in the family as soon as he enters the door: he smiles, showing all his cheerfulness and sweet attitude as his voice explodes in greeting, and Eve stares at him initially with surprise, then with heart eyes and lots of tears of joy while she crushes you in a hug.

The next second, Eve steals him away and starts showing him around the house, while Adam remains still in his place, his expression blank as he stares at you, his heart broken and a tear in the corner of his eye. Dad doesn't trust anyone easily, so he will have a… beautiful?, surely loooong chit chat with your boyfriend, to make sure he understands the rules of the house.

In the end, but truly in the end, he agrees that Confucius is a good, respectful person who will know how to love you deeply.

Never like your father, though.

Kojiro Sasaki

Only one question arises in Adam's head as soon as he sees Kojiro: isn't he a little too old for you? He keeps staring at him in disbelief, wondering why you choose a granny to bring home; then, he listens to him speak, watches him smile and laugh, witnesses his wisdom and clumsiness, and observes the kindness and respect with which he treats you: and understands that there is more than one reason why you chose him. Dad approves.

As for Eve, she shares her husband's initial thoughts; then, as soon as Kojiro smiles at her, she understands his soul in an instant and immediately welcomes him with warmth, happy that you have found such a person.

In the end, they both like Kojiro a lot.

Shiva

At first, Adam believes that you had a serious accident and hit your head, because… why. Why such a choice, why a god - not a man, A GOD - so chaotic, so confusing, so laid back… and moreover with three wives! WHY. More than once Eve has to calm him down and speak in defense of Shiva, without managing to convince Adam, but at least keeping him still.

In the end, when they both see how Shiva turns out to have a huge heart and care so much about you, how his wives adore you and have already welcomed you into the family and, not least, thanks to a long mediation speech from Rudra, both Adam and Eve calm down and reevaluate the matter. More quickly Eve, with caution and still some doubts Adam.

However, your happiness always comes before his perplexities, so don't be afraid, be happy with your love, and dad and mom will be happy too.

Loki

No rights for this god. NO RIGHTS AT ALL.

He is literally banned from your house after one minute, even Eve can't mediate with Adam, because she is totally scared by this gremlin.

Also, everytime dad sees Loki, he chases him, pulling whatever he has in his hand, be it a pine cone or an entire set of knives. He doesn't hear excuses about this: never, ever will his child have an affair with someone like Loki, the god will have to pass over his corpse to have you (dad Adam, don't say it too loudly, please…)

Marie Curie

How can you remain indifferent to someone as tender, cute, caring and kind as MARIE CURIE??? She is a cupcake. She is the sweetness in person. She is the one, the right one, for you.

Adam can't help smiling whenever he sees this ray of sun and giggles everytime he hears her voice, and Eve adores her after just a second of knowing and gladly answer at all the questions Mary does, looking at everything in awe. Complete perfection.

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mint-yooxgi · 1 year

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{8} - Morning Mist - Yandere!Dragon!Ateez X Chubby!Reader

Yandere AU & Dragon AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Focus on San & Wooyoung)

Words: 4,331

Warnings: Small mention of a burn injury. I think that’s all. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Okay, so I know this chapter and the last might be a little slow or boring to some, but it’s setting up the flow of the rest of the story before it really takes off. There’s going to be a few time skips going forward which will help progress all of their relationships better, but I'm honestly excited for the next chapter. More build up is coming, and then it’s time for the eldest to make a reappearance! Perhaps even a certain hotheaded brother of theirs ehehehe anyways, as always feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

Also, gentle reminder that I do not do tag lists.

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Mini Masterlist

“Are you sure this is the right place?” Wooyoung whispers to the male beside him.

“It has to be,” San scrunches his nose as he takes another deep breath in. “It reeks of them.”

“Okay, well,” Wooyoung shoots a look at the elder dragon out of the corner of his eyes, “why don’t you go knock on their door first, and find out?”

“Why can’t you do it?” San counters, eyes sharp as they both continue to crouch in the bush.

“You’re the eldest!” Wooyoung harshly whispers, an exasperated look in his eyes. “I still have my whole life ahead of me; I’m so young!”

“I’m not that much older than you,” San frowns, shooting a pointed look at the dragon beside him. “If anything, the youngest should protect his elder.”

“Who are you, my mother?”

“With how often I have to baby you, it certainly feels like it.”

“You take that back right now, or I’m gonna-“

“Is there a reason the two of you Halas are crouching in our bush?” A voice from behind them startles both San and Wooyoung so much that they both fall onto their asses instantly.

“Oh, we weren’t hiding,” San chuckles sheepishly, the tips of his ears slowly turning red.

“I never said you were,” the male hums, stepping around them and into the yard. “Ten, don’t attack the newbies.”

A rustling from above their heads draws their attention to the branches of the tree they’re currently under. They didn’t even know they were being watched.

“Aw, you ruin all my fun,” said male pouts, hopping down from the tree in the next second. A dull thud is heard before Ten stands back to his full height right before the two Halas, a gleam in his eyes. “So, the two of you want to learn about medicine, huh?”

“Ten, you’re about as intimidating as a mouse,” the other male sighs, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“I wouldn’t be if you didn’t keep interrupting!” Ten retorts, turning his head to glare at the other male standing off to the side.

“I’m sorry for him,” the male sighs. “I’m Taeil, but I’m sure you both have probably figured that out by now. I’ve been told you’re in need of instruction?”

This seems to snap the two Hala’s out of their daze.

“Uh… yes,” San clears his throat, being the first to stand back to his feet. Almost immediately, he bows to the two Neos before him, introducing both him and his brother. “Thank you for taking the time to train us.”

Wooyoung, noticing the bow that San gives the two elder males, is quick to follow, mumbling a small ‘thanks’ as well.

“Don’t thank us just yet,” Taeil huffs, turning around and beginning to move around the back of the house. “Come. We have much to do.”

Fifteen minutes later, and both San and Wooyoung are standing behind a table with a bunch of herbs spread out before them. Two cauldrons rest off to the side, empty and ominous, as both Ten and Taeil stand across from the Halas.

“First thing’s first, we need to know what you know so we’re not repeating ourselves,” Taeil comments, eyes briefly darting down to the array of plants spread out before them on the table. “I hate when people talk down to me, so I will not be attempting to do so to you.”

“Name as many of these as you can, and separate them into piles of what you know, what you do not know, and those you think you know but are unsure of.” Ten instructs. “Use whatever means necessary to identify the ones you can.”

This earns Ten a smack upside the head from Taeil before the elder male is turning to face San and Wooyoung once more.

“If you are ever unsure of a herb, do not ingest it.” Taeil’s eyes narrow into slits. “That’s the quickest way to get yourself killed.”

“Aw, Taeil,” Ten whines. “You ruin all the fun.”

“Need I remind you of what happened when you tried that technique on Shotaro.” Taeil’s eyes flash, and they all see Ten visibly stiffen.

“I didn’t think he’d be dumb enough to actually taste the frost berries,” Ten mumbles, subconsciously rubbing at his left forearm.

“He was still a hatchling, he didn’t know any better,” Taeil crosses his arms over his chest, voice firm. “You’re lucky both her and I were here to handle it at the time.”

“I will never forget the wrath in her eyes that day,” Ten shudders.

“You deserved it,” Taeil hums, eyes briefly darting to the male’s left forearm. “Honestly, she didn’t do enough.”

Ten rolls his eyes, “and they say I’m the sadistic one.”

Both San and Wooyoung share a cautious look.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Taeil shifts his gaze to the two Halas once more, an unnerving grin settling onto his features. “Get started.”

An hour later, and after many hushed arguments between Wooyoung and San over which herbs are which, the two dragons finally have three distinct piles before them. Carefully, both Taeil and Ten inspect the pile of plants the two Halas do not know, nodding to themselves all the while.

“Alright, go through the pile you know and tell us everything you know about the identified herbs.” Taeil stands, arms crossed, just opposite San. “We can work with those ones for today and tomorrow.”

Ten quickly clears the table of the other two piles, making sure to keep each separate from the other as he places them in their own holding containers. As soon as he’s standing across from Wooyoung, they begin.

San does most of the talking, Wooyoung chiming in here and there with what he knows. With each herb identified, the plants are once more spread out across the table before all of them. A fact which makes it easier to look them over.

After each herb is properly identified, and both San and Wooyoung tell the two Neos everything they know about it, Ten and Taeil are taking the time to explain any additional medicinal uses of each. Some, they only need to add one or two things to their explanation, and others, San seemingly understands everything there is about them already.

To say that Taeil is mildly impressed would be an understatement.

“Alright, good,” Taeil nods, an approving look shining in his eyes. “Understanding the basics is a key part to any good herbal remedy or tonic. Without knowing what you’re working with, you can severely hurt yourself, or the people you are attempting to help. You cannot build a house without a good foundation.”

Both Wooyoung and San nod eagerly in response.

“Now, for the fun part!” Ten grins, moving over to the edge of the woods. “You’ve successfully identified the plants on the tables, and you now know the fundamental uses of each. To continue, you need to be able to find and curate them in the wild.”

“How are we supposed to do that?” Wooyoung frowns lightly, eyes darting between Ten and the vast forest behind him.

At the way San’s brow quirks somewhat amusedly, Taeil sighs. “You cannot rely on growing exactly what you need when you need it all the time. There could be instances where you are unconscious, and your clan needs to revive you. The soil could be infertile, or you may not have the strength left in you to expend such energy to grow such resources. You both need to learn to survive off of the land as if you don’t have the added benefits of growing what you desire every time.”

“I can’t grow things like that,” Wooyoung begins, a slight pout on his face.

“But he can,” Ten points to San.

“How do you know my powers are plant related?” San eyes the two males cautiously, guard raised slightly.

“Well, for one, you have a keen interest in herbs,” Taeil begins. “If you could heal like me, you wouldn’t have had such an intense reaction to the frost berry leaves the other day.”

“That, and you care for plants like Jungwoo does. A dragon with the exact same power as you.” Ten explains.

Just then, a head pops out the backdoor. “I heard my name.”

“Ah, Jungwoo, good timing,” Taeil hums, motioning the younger dragon to join them with his head. “Would you be so kind as to inform these two about your personal training?”

“What about it?” Jungwoo’s brow furrows as he comes to stand beside Ten.

“You weren’t allowed to use your powers at all when she trained you on herbs and remedies. Isn’t that correct?” Taeil shoots the male a knowing look.

“It was a bit of a pain at first, but honestly, it helped me better in the long run.” Jungwoo nods, recalling the memories now. “It’s easier for me to identify and find the proper plants now, without having to expend my energy creating them.”

“How do you expect us to find all of them, then?” San looks between the three Neos in front of them.

“Have you never tracked something before?” Ten’s brow raises, incredulously.

“We never said you couldn’t use your other senses.” Taeil hints, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

“How do you expect us to find the plants that have no aroma? Or similar smelling plants?” Wooyoung huffs, frustration beginning to pull on his features.

“Everything in this world has a specific scent, even the things that you think do not. Right there is your hint: what can you sense, and what can you not.” Taeil replies, staring into Wooyoung’s eyes, and then San’s equally. “Train yourself to recognize everything in an area, both organic and not, the moment you either set foot on land, or pass over it in your true form.”

“If nothing is there to sense, how do you expect us to know whether something is there or not?” Wooyoung’s frown deepens, irritation beginning to show on his features as he goes to take a step forward.

San’s hand on the younger male’s shoulder stops him right in his tracks.

“I think I understand what you’re saying,” the dragon nods slowly to himself. “The clue is the missing scent for things that do not have a smell.”

Taeil smiles knowingly, while Ten simply begins to chuckle deeply. The only one who remains calm is Jungwoo, but even he nods his head subtly.

“You have more than just a sensitive nose, boy,” Jungwoo locks gazes with him. “You may not be allowed to expend your powers, but we can do more than just cause plants to bloom.”

San’s brows furrow mildly in confusion as Jungwoo takes this time to head back into the house.

“You’ll figure it out eventually,” he calls over his shoulder. “Just make sure you listen.”

The sound of the backdoor shutting echoes throughout the space soon after. A look of determination spreads across San’s features, while Wooyoung still looks confused.

“I don’t care how long it takes, but find each of those herbs on the table in the wild,” Taeil instructs. “When you’re done, come back here and find us.”

“You know general areas of growth for most of them now, it shouldn’t be that hard.” Ten adds, nodding to each of them. “Good luck.”

Without another word, the two Neos are walking back towards the house, leaving the two Halas to their thoughts.

They share a look.

“Well,” San lets out a low breath, “let’s get searching.”

The task is in no way simple, and it takes the two of them hours to find each and every herb that had been on that table. There had even been a few times where they had to go back and sniff the plants to make sure they were harvesting the correct ones. The scentless ones were a bit of a pain, but San seemed to have a better time finding those after a little while.

Now, as the sun begins to set, hues of orange and red painting the sky, they finally have the collection of herbs ready for inspection.

The backdoor creaks open, light pouring out of the opening as Ten and Taeil step back outside.

“Finished harvesting, are we?” Ten hums, munching on a small roll of bread.

The way both Halas eye that piece of food does not go unnoticed by either Neo.

“Let’s see how you did.” Taeil sighs, stepping up to the table and ignoring how both male’s stomachs begin to growl. A moment later, he nods. “Good. It took you both a few hours, but you’ve successfully managed to pick the proper herbs. Tomorrow, we’ll focus on brewing some tonics with these select plants, as well as what not to mix them with. For now-“

“Here,” two small rolls of bread are tossed into the air, one aimed towards each male. “You two must be starving.”

Catching the bun is easy with their reflexes, and both San and Wooyoung lift their heads to see Renjun standing with his arms crossed beside Ten.

“She’d kill us if we didn’t treat you as proper guests.” Renjun adds, motioning behind him to the open backdoor. “You’re both welcome to eat with us tonight, and every night henceforth until the week of your training has been complete.”

“Thank you for the offer,” Wooyoung inclines his head, along with San. “I’m afraid we’ll have to politely decline tonight.”

“We should probably get back home, anyways.” San replies, a faint, gracious smile on his lips. “Thank you for everything today. Same time tomorrow?”

Taeil nods, eyes glinting beneath the setting sun. “See you then.”

Without another word, the two Halas are turning around and disappearing into the forest. A few seconds later, two dragons are seen taking off into the darkening sky, tails flicking contently behind them as they travel home.

The rest of the week continues on like this. San and Wooyoung always arrive a little early for their lessons, to which both Ten and Taeil enjoy teasing them as much as they can before actually starting for the day.

The second day was spent brewing different mixtures and tonics with the plants they had knowledge of. Then, the next, the two Halas were instructed to go through the pile of herbs they thought they knew, but were unsure of. Both Ten and Taeil either confirmed or corrected their labelling of the plants, again making sure to inform each dragon of the effects of such herbs when necessary. Then, they were instructed to find said plants in the wild using their senses, to which they had a bit of a harder time doing, but it didn’t take them as long the second time around.

The fourth day was spent brewing again, but this time, using the plants they had recently confirmed as such. Wooyoung accidentally added too much sweetgrass to his mixture, which caused his tonic to turn into a strong sleeping tonic instead of a burn remedy. However, San was able to save the mixture, much to both Ten and Taeil’s surprise.

So far, their training is coming along swimmingly.

The fifth and sixth days were, again, repeats of the days before, but now focussing on the pile of plants neither male had any idea about. It took Ten and Taeil a little longer to explain things to them, and they ended up quizzing them once they were done going through all of them, just to be safe. Once both males could confidently identify each plant, they were sent scavenging for them. It was the hardest hunt, but the shortest after falling into a rhythm, and now knowing what to look for.

In fact, both Wooyoung and San started to pick up certain scents easier than others after a few days. Each male soon was able to recognize certain herbal aromas growing in different area, even on their flights to and from the Neo’s house every day. San could even sense the earth beneath his very soul easier, and a few times, he could have sworn he heard whispers on the wind. Though, he tended to ignore those. For now.

Each night when they both got home, they would share everything and anything they could about their learnings from the day to any and all of their brothers who would listen. Jongho, Hongjoong, and Yunho all seemed to be the most attentive, and even Yeosang could not hide his interest when sitting in the same room. However, attempting to convince Mingi or Seonghwa to listen could be a challenge. Yet, both males could not ignore the way they could now sense the eldest listening in on every conversation despite looking irritated the whole time.

The seventh and final day of their training week with Taeil and Ten is spent brewing remedies and mixing salves to any and all scenarios the two Neos can come up with. It’s the perfect way to test Wooyoung’s and San’s knowledge from the past week, or so they’ve been told. Besides, it’s good to go over everything new learned, especially if they’re still not entirely used to brewing certain things yet.

It’s when both San and Wooyoung are working on their fifth tonics for the day when you arrive. You push through the bush, sliding the hood of your cloak from your head as soon as you enter the clearing, a calm demeanour to your gait that instantly spreads through them all.

“Good afternoon,” you greet with a friendly smile, and both San and Wooyoung swear the sun begins to shine just a little bit brighter in that moment.

“We were wondering when you would show up,” Ten hums, arms crossed as he sits on one of the benches by the wooden tables they’ve lined up outside.

“I’ve heard no complaints from either of you so far, so I figured training has been going well,” you reply, shifting the basket you’re carrying to your opposite hand.

Just then, the backdoor slams open, and five males come scrambling out.

“See!” Shotaro elbows Jaemin quite harshly in the ribs. “I told you I heard her voice!”

“Yeah, well, I sensed her first!” Haechan retorts, walking briskly towards where you’re currently standing.

“No, I did,” Jaemin grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest grumpily.

“Oh, no,” Jeno pulls Haechan back by the scruff of his neck. “Like hell I’ll let you be the first to see her before me.”

Only, the next time the four males look over, they see Chenle already practically hanging off of you, his arms wrapped securely around your waist.

“You snooze, you lose, fellas.” He chuckles, a cheeky grin pulling onto his lips.

At the way he sense both Halas shooting not-so-subtle glances his way, his eyes begin to shine with mischief. Squeeing your waist a bit tighter, Chenle places a quick peck to your cheek, grinning wildly as he sees San throw the next ingredient rather harshly into his cauldron.

“My Cubs,” you hum affectionately, and content rumbles meet your ears from all around as you ruffle Chenle’s hair. “I’ve missed you, too.”

“Are you staying for dinner?” Shotaro bounds up to you, immediately falling into step beside you as you begin to walk towards the back door.

“I’m cooking, so I better be,” you chuckle, and the way you see all of their eyes light up has a smile pulling at your features once more. “You boys would eat me out of house and home if you could.”

“Let me carry that for you, then,” Jeno quickly swipes the basket from your hands before you can so much as protest. Of course, you fail to see the way the edge of his lips quirk upwards smugly as he walks right passed both San and Wooyoung who watch him quite sharply out of the corner of their eyes.

“My sweet boys,” your eyes shine with a fondness neither Hala has seen before from you. A fondness which they want to experience more of, but perhaps, directed towards them instead.

A clearing of Taeil’s throat manages to draw them out of their dazes. Each male turns to the elder dragon to see him looking towards them with a quirked brow, only for his gaze to dart down at the cauldrons in the next second.

That’s when the smell of burning pine reaches San’s nostrils.

“My tonic!” The panic that seizes him is instant, and he begins to fret over the bubbling substance, immediately pulling it from over the flames.

Not for long, though, for a loud bang echoes from beside him as Wooyoung’s cauldron explodes. The force is enough to send both Halas stumbling back, the younger of the two clutching his right wrist tenderly in his opposite hand.

Pieces of broken cauldron litter the surrounding area, but luckily, no shards have embedded themselves in anyone’s flesh.

“Ten, did you fucking add dried juniper powder to the ingredients on the table again?” You gaze is sharp, tone somewhat amused as the dragon innocently averts his gaze.

In the next moment, Ten stands from the table he’s sitting at, mumbling something about Hendery and Xiaojun needing his help with something. He disappears inside the house rather quickly after that, whistling innocently all the while.

A sigh escapes you, ushering your cubs inside as well, and telling them to start prepping some of the food before you come inside to cook.

“What am I going to do with you?” You shake your head, mumbling under your breath.

Walking over, you extend your hand out to Wooyoung, who gently places his burnt wrist in your grip.

“I hope he hasn’t been like this the whole week,” you sigh once more, inspecting Wooyoung’s wrist tenderly as Taeil cleans up the remains of the cauldron.

“No, no,” Wooyoung waves your worry off, a blush creeping onto his cheeks as he feels you holding his one hand so carefully in your own. “I just wasn’t paying attention.”

You quirk a brow, meeting his gaze. “Then, would you like me to heal this, or would you like to show me what you’ve learned?”

Immediately, Wooyoung straightens beneath your gaze. Carefully, he steps up once more to the table with the various plants spread out on the surface after reluctantly pulling his hand out of your grip. Confidently, and with little hesitance, he begins to combine herbs in a mortar, grinding them together despite wincing slightly in pain.

Wordlessly, you stand beside San as you watch Wooyoung work, a small smile tugging at your lips. A smile of which has a pride filling the younger’s chest as he finishes creating a paste to spread over his burn.

Of course, once he’s finished mixing the salve, he offers it to you. A giddy smile rests on his features as you nod softly, a somewhat expectant look in your eyes as you push the mortar back towards Wooyoung for the moment.

“I’m not the one who needs this right now,” your voice is soft, nothing more than a tender caress of which Wooyoung is more than happy to get lost in.

Once the paste has been applied, you’re walking over to the garden at the side of the house, and plucking a thick leaf off of a plant.

“Here,” you offer it to Wooyoung. “Press that on top of the paste for five minutes, and you’ll be as good as new. Our healing abilities can only get us so far.”

Accepting the leaf, Wooyoung’s eyes shine with adoration. He can feel his heart racing inside of his chest as you smile gently at him once more, feeling San shoot him a pointed look from behind. Though, with how giddy Wooyoung is feeling in this moment, nothing can bring him down.

“You both have come a long way in just a week,” you nod, and your acknowledgement means more to the both of them than you’ll ever know. “I have heard no complaints, or faults, from Ten or Taeil. I will oversee the rest of your training starting two days from now. Take some time to rest, and hone what you have learned. We’ll start fresh after the weekend has passed.”

San’s breath gets caught in his throat, tears of joy lining the corners of his eyes.

Instantly, both dragons are bowing deeply to you, nothing but gratitude falling from their lips.

You chuckle. “There is no need to thank me. You two have more than proved yourselves this past week. I am proud of what you both have already accomplished.”

The grins that stretch across both San and Wooyoung’s faces are nothing short of giddy. Pure, unfiltered joy causes their eyes to crinkle at the sides, pleased rumbled escaping their chest in pride.

“Now, will the two of you be joining us for dinner?” You smile, and again, each male can feel their hearts pounding in their chests.

“We wouldn’t want to intrude,” San replies, somewhat shyly, despite his inner voice screaming at him to immediately accept your offer.

“Nonsense,” you turn you back to them, and what you fail to see is the way San’s eyes briefly linger on that spot between your shoulder blades, a sort of sadness and regret filling his eyes. “My boys tell me you have refused their invitations every night since you’ve started your training. If it’s because you think you’d be a burden, or unwelcome, you are mistaken.” You turn to look at both of them from over your shoulder. “Come. Join us. Let us celebrate a week well spent.”

Wooyoung clears his throat, swallowing his overjoyed emotions for the moment as he attempts to keep himself from rushing over to you this very second. “Are you sure?”

“If you would rather eat with your own clan, I will not be offended,” you reply with a simple shrug, a small quirk to your lips. “But if you’d like to stay, I’m making stew.”

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paintedkinzy-88 · 8 months

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I'm curious, what would NM and Dream look like if they had wings? (Dragon balance au)

Also, Hi :D

(Hi!! (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧)

You gave me many many thoughts thank you very much. Sorry for the wait but here’s my info dump—

For Nightmare, I’d have changed his design a little bit. Three sets of front legs AND wings is a lot, so off with one pair. He’d obviously have webbed wings, and Passive wise, doesn’t do much to the design itself. But CORRUPTED Noots…

I imagine they’d not only have no webbing, but also just… be very sticky. The fingers get gooped together a lot, and he always has to stretch em out to make them less irritating. Not that it lasts long, but he does his best to keep ‘em from globbing together again!

Dream, meanwhile, he’s honestly a lot like Winged!Dream. Not a lot changes, aside from maybe throwing in a few feathers here and there for funsies, like on his chest. (I also put some on his elbows/wrist as a fun nod to my next point…)

There… technically already IS a winged version of Dream ehehehe. I think I’ve talked about Dreamswap once before in an ask?? But I’ve never nailed down his design, and I really wanted to do that, so! Bonus!

Boi’s got two pairs of wings, with one set that’s connected to his paws and the other just on their own (which he got after eating the golden apple). Think Stormcutter in HTTYD. He’s bigger than TTS!Dream, has longer, more tree like horns he constantly has to trim down, can stand tall, and no, I did not desperately want this design to work out purely so DS!Nightmare and his crew (and probably Blue) can call him a duel-winged-cockatrice absolutely not I am FAR more mature than that—

#DS!Dream is built more like Fresh’s what-if dragon form #you just can’t see it through all that floof #thank you so much for the question this was such an interesting concept to explore!#it was also just #so weird trying to fit wings on designs that weren’t made for them but #I think I did pretty well XD #asks #undertale #undertale multiverse #dragon balance au #Dream sans #dream!sans #nightmare!sans #nightmare sans #dreamswap #dreamswap dream #ds!dream

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navibluebees · 1 year

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Someone to be Proud of (Recom Quaritch x Female Human Reader) Bonus Scene*

Please read before interacting.

My apologies if the earlier chapter made you sad~ This is ALLLL smut. And some giggles. This takes place in the time where Y/N and Miles are both at Bridgehead. Minors, look awayyy thanks

Miles was excited when he got your message on his tablet. Most people were given them for work, but it was also possible to install secure messaging apps. He was sitting in the corner of the gym while the other recoms worked out or goofed off. He was about to go to the shower and get ready for bed when the little light popped up. He smiled and slid his finger across the transparent screen to open up the message, excited for whatever you sent. A picture of your tits was not what he was expecting. He sat there frozen, mouth dropping open and snapping shut. He blinked at the screen, having stopped functioning.

“Hey boss, what are you looking at over there?!” One of the recoms shouted. He couldn’t say which one, he was so flustered. His ears flattened as he got up and stalked out of the room. Once out in the empty hallway, he minimized the picture and sent a message back.

Miles: What the hell were you thinking, sending that while I was at the gym? You are in SO much trouble when I see you. I’m taking a shower and you better be in my room when I get out.

You : ehehehe >:) be there soon. Xo

Miles rolled his eyes, sitting the tablet down in his room and grabbing a towel for the shower. He went to the shower stall at the end of the row, turned on the water, and set his stuff down on the bench right inside the first curtain. The second curtain separated the shower from the bench. He undressed quickly and stepped into the stream of hot water. Steam rose from his skin as the water pounded against him. He sighed, relaxing his muscles. His ear twitched as he heard the first shower curtain being moved.

“Hey, this stall is in use.. obviously,” he muttered. Nobody responded and he frowned in confusion. He heard the curtain move again and groaned. “Dammit which one of you is-“ He pulled the curtain back and was startled to see you standing there naked and grinning at him. Your clothes were in a pile on top of his. His jaw dropped again before he grabbed your arm and pulled you into the shower with him. You giggled suddenly and couldn’t stop a snort from slipping out, causing you to laugh harder. Torn between wanting to kiss you and being severely annoyed with you he put his hand over your mouth.

“Shh. The others will be here soon and I don’t want them to hear you.”

You nodded eagerly and reached up to wrap your arms around his waist. He smiled at you and rubbed your shoulders lightly. He leaned back and started to wash his hair, massaging shampoo into his scalp. You stepped back and looked up at him, your face flushing with the heat and intimacy.

“I can feel you staring at me, Y/N.”

“Sorry, I just can’t help it,” you pouted.

He finished rinsing his hair and ran his thumb along your bottom lip. “Poor baby. Must be so difficult.”

You nodded and snapped at his thumb. He jerked back quickly and his tail smacked you on your ass. He’d gotten better with using it lately, for a variety of things. You grinned wickedly at him. He rolled his eyes and turned around to wash his face. You gripped his thighs from behind, caressing the thick muscles. His body shivered at your touch. You leaned forward, resting your head on top of his tail. “Y/N. My ass is not your pillow.”

“Ughgghg you’re no fun-“

His hand slapped across your mouth as you heard people coming into the bathroom. You licked his palm and he grunted, trying to pull away. You latched onto his wrist and he eyed you deviously. His hips shifted and you could feel his hard length against the back of your neck. You relaxed your grip on his wrist and turned around, eye level to exactly what you wanted. You slowly pushed him against the stall wall, lifting his semi-hard cock up to your mouth. You heard a sharp intake of breath from him and pushed against him more, his knee between your legs. You took the tip in your mouth, opening wide and licked him all over. He shuddered and sighed softly. He gripped the back of your neck as gently as possible and thrusted toward your mouth.

You were grinding against his leg and rubbing his balls and kissing his tip and he was going wild. He looked down at you taking him deeper in your mouth and almost came right there. You sucked and lapped at him, nuzzling against his thigh when you pulled away. He took himself in hand and rubbed his cock against your cheek, moving it slowly to tap on your lips with it. You playfully turned your head and mouthed ‘nope’. A whine came out of him, his face frowning.

“Hey, Colonel, you okay?” Fike asked.

“He’s fine, just taking up the hot water,” retorted Wainfleet.

You grinned at him and took as much as you could in one swift movement. He grabbed for the bar bolted into the wall and nearly fell to his knees before you. You continued sucking and bobbing your head, rubbing the rest of his length with your hands. His body jerked with the pleasure and strain of trying to keep quiet. He was about to cum when you pulled away. You had been able to feel him tensing underneath your touch and insisted on continuing to tease him. He shot you the same wicked look you’d given him earlier and carefully scooped you up. He pulled your legs around his waist, your arms around him.

He reached between you and gently rubbed at your folds. Finding you already soaking wet, he adjusted his cock and covered your mouth before quickly thrusting in. You slid all the way down on him, eyes rolling back, adjusting to the stretch. He leaned over you, holding you against the stall wall. He lifted your chin with the hand covering your mouth and had the other on your ass. He made you look into his eyes and he was looking at you with such passion that you almost had to hide away. He kept your gaze on his, playfulness turning to pleading. Begging you to see him. He got as close to your ear as he could and started rambling.

“You’re gorgeous. Taking me so well. Damn I just love seeing you on me. I love- I love- this I love this. His body jerked and he finished inside you with a ‘thankyouthankyouthankyou Y/N’

He slowed carefully, but you demanded with your eyes, shaking your head. Don’t stop.

He nodded in understanding and continued thrusting, returning to his placement and rhythm, where he was resting against you brushing your clit in the most pleasurable way. You gripped his arms, holding on for dear life until you clenched and came around him. He was so sensitive, whimpering with each time you squeezed his cock. He slowly lifted you off of him and set you down. Your legs slightly jelly, he put an arm around you, getting down onto his knees. He pressed his forehead to yours and nuzzled under your jaw, giving soft kisses while cleaning you off. He sat you on his knee while you washed your face and stared at you the whole time, just so enthralled by you.

He shut the water off and you both stared at each other completely in your own world. Shaking from the daze, he pulled the curtain back to the towel when he realized he only had one. Saving the worry for a bit longer, you insisted he sit down on the bench, patting it for him to sit. You pulled out the moisturizer and put some in your hands massaging it into your skin. You moved in between his legs and gently massaged it across his face. He fought the rumble threatening from deep in his chest. He just couldn’t stop fucking purring around you. You smiled knowingly and gave him a soft kiss on the nose.

He got up and wrapped the towel around his waist and then poked his head out, being greeted by other recoms waiting for the showers. Figuring they’d see you eventually, you poked your head out, holding the curtain across your body and waving. A few blushed. Some tried to see more. A shit-eating grin appeared on Lyle’s face as he said, “Oooh. Do the showers have new complimentary services?”

Miles whipped around with the extra towel in his hand and hissed at him. Lyle threw his hands up in surrender, winking at you when Miles turned back to you. You giggled and he growled in annoyance. He bundled you in the Avatar-size towel, only your face peeking out. He grabbed the rest of his stuff and tossed you over his shoulder, holding you with the same arm. Eager to antagonize, you said, “Bye boyyyss!” In a sing-song voice. Immediately after, you felt a hand smack you across the ass. You yelped and heard the recoms laughing all the way back to Miles’ room.

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@drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed

#miles quaritch #miles quaritch smut #recom quaritch

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unexpectedstormy · 11 months

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Prompt ask: Cuddles

Bonus points if it includes Wild, Hyrule, Legend, and/or Ravio or Wolfie 💜

Oops. Here's 1051 words of everyone's favorite chaos duo (and Epona too!) somehow managing mischief even when trapped in an icy sinkhole.

******

"Well this is fun," Wild said, hands on his hips and looked up at the tall and ice-covered walls of the circular pit they were in.

"I wouldn't call being portaled into an inescapable icy sinkhole as fun," Hyrule said.

"At least we got the horse," Wild glanced Epona who made an annoyed horse noise and shook her mane.

"And we got everyone's stuff too," Hyrule said eyeing Epona's saddlebags. "We should look through them and see if there's anything we can use to get out of here like a hookshot or something."

"Good idea, ehehehe, and we have a rare opportunity to see what cool stuff they've got hidden away," Wild said.

Three raided sweets stashes, two explosions, and one weirdly angry bottled bee later and the two boys found nothing that could help them escape their icy prison; annoyingly, the rest of their companions had kept their mobility items on their person for the portal jump.

“I hope everyone else is okay out there,” Hyrule said making a little next out of blankets and clothes from everyone’s bags. “The sky is clear tonight which means it is going to be very cold.”

“I’m sure they’ll be fine,” Wild said piling blankets on Epona’s back. “Probably. Hopefully…. They better be.”

“How thick do you think this ice is?” Hyrule tapped a bare patch of dark blue ice that filled the entire bottom of the sinkhole. “It looks thick enough to tolerate a fire, don’t you think?”

“If it can hold the weight of a fully-laden horse I’m sure it’s thick enough for a bonfire, let alone a regular campfire.”

“Oh? Bonfire time? I’ll start setting it up!”

“Don’t get too crazy,” Wild cautioned. “I’d rather not go swimming if we can help it. Also, you don’t happen to have any grass or hay for Epona in your pack do you?”

“Uh, sorry, no. I only have breadsticks, salted ham, and all of Warriors’ candy.”

“Hmm. Alright. Sorry girl, looks like you’re having only apples and carrots for dinner.”

Epona made a horse noise that was the equivalent of “I really don’t mind. Give me all the apples and carrots you got.”

******

Two hours later, Hyrule and Wild were cozied up together in the blanket and clothing nest well fed and sitting in front of the roaring bonfire with Epona standing close behind on her own bed of blankets laid down for her (sorry Legend, they’re your blankets).

“How long do you think we’ll be stuck here?” Wild asked. Hyrule sighed.

“Probably a while. The others have no way to know that we’re down here. It’s not like we walked here and left tracks or a trail for Wolfie to follow.”

“I have enough apples for Epona to last two or three days at the most, then we’ll have to start sharing our food with her,” Wild said. “I love you Epona, but I’d rather not give you all the wheat and rice I have, which isn’t very much to start with.”

“I wonder if she likes salted ham,” Hyrule pondered. “Or candy.”

“She probably does,” Wild shrugged. “They say horses are omnivores. Isn’t that right, girl?”

Epona made a horse noise that meant “I can neither confirm nor deny that statement.”

“Despite the literal icy prison we’re in, this isn’t so bad,” Hyrule mused. “We’ve got a bigger fire than Time normally lets us make, all the blankets we could ever want, and nobody to fight with over the food. We can eat as much bread and meat skewers and other people’s sweets as we want.”

“You know what? You’re right,” Wild agreed. “Let’s enjoy being in ice jail while we’re here.”

“I hope they don’t find us anytime soon,” Hyrule said. “We’ve only just begun to scratch the surface of exploring what’s in everyone’s packs.”

“Hehe, then let’s get back to it… in the morning,” Wild yawned. “I’m tired and it’s cold.”

“Sure thing,” Hyrule said and nestled even further down into the blankets like a kitten.

******

“Well you guys look cozy,” a voice woke both Wild and Hyrule in the early morning.

“Twilight!” Wild exclaimed disentangling himself from the blanket pile he’d burrowed into. “What are you doing here?!”

“Looking for you two. And Epona. And all our stuff. Which it looks like you took the liberty of exploring.”

“You realize this is an ice-filled sinkhole and we can’t get out of here right?” Hyrule said. “You just trapped yourself down here with us.”

“How do you think I got down here?” Twilight rattled the climbing harness and the rope that connected him to the upper rim of the sinkhole. Sky and Legend waved down at them. Hyrule waved back and Wild gave them a thumbs up.

“Oh yay, we’re saved,” Hyrule said apathetically.

“Why don’t you sound excited?” Twilight asked. “We’re going to fish you out of this hole.”

“Is everyone else alright?” Wild asked.

“Yeah, everyone’s fine. We all managed to find the same hunting cabin and stayed the night there.”

“How did you even find us?” Hyrule asked.

“We saw your smoke signal,” Twilight motioned to the smoldering remains of their bonfire. “You went a little crazy, didn’t ya?” Hyrule giggled.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Wild said.

“It’s a perfectly ordinary regular-sized campfire,” Hyrule said.

“Neigh,” Epona disagreed.

“Are you two going to get up or just sit there wrapped in blankets like a pair of hibernating bears?”

“Alright, alright, we’re going,” Wild reluctantly stood up and Hyrule groaned and wrapped the blankets around his shoulders even tighter.

“Four’s making berry porridge at the cabin, so if you want some before Wind eats it all, you two had better hurry up,” Twilight said.

“The question is how do we get Epona out of the pit?” Hyrule asked.

“That’s the easy part,” Wild said. “I have horse armor that can teleport the horse. All I—or you or Time—have to do is to whistle the horse-call song and poof! There she is beside you.”

“What? Seriously? That’s so cool!” Hyrule exclaimed.

“Let’s do that then,” Twilight said. “You two get up and pack up and we’ll rappel you up.”

“This has been one short lived vacation,” Hyrule said. “But it was a good one.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” Wild agreed.

The End.

#an unexpected ask #ask game #I don't pretend to know anything about horses or horse noises #I remember nothing from my elementary school horse phase #linked universe #lu wild #lu hyrule #lu epona #lu twilight #crack #fluff #stormy writes

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cebwrites · 11 months

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🗣🗣🗣 NSFW REQUEST INCOMING. hcs for transmasc ace getting eaten out and/or being a bottom in general ??? because i need him badly. can be with a male reader or like any character of your choice ehehehe thanks boo

a/n: ANON YOUR BRAIN!! absolutely yes <33 that title feels so silly skfsdkfghd

General Bottom Headcannons (Ace)

masc reader, transmasc ace, nsfw under the cut word count: 0.6k

The first thing you gotta know about Ace's sex life is that he's spoiled - he's needy, he's clingy, he'll get all up in your face for attention and even if you don't give it to him right away, Ace knows exactly how annoying to be to make you

Even as far as regular romantic interactions with you go, you're well aware that Ace acts cool but all he wants to do is be cuddled up in your lap or vice versa with you in his, utterly unable to keep his hands to himself when he offers that charming smile of 'apology' following a few inappropriate pinches here and there

Nothing and no where in situations where it would make you actually uncomfortable, though, he's here to be cute and have fun and if his partner's not feeling it then neither will he

Ace is a champ at riding his man into the sparking sunset - organic or silicone don't matter to him so long as you call him your pretty little flame and hollow him out til' the cows come home (someone on his crew yells at the both of you to keep it down)

He's great with praise and loud with it too, especially when you're going down on him with two fingers right against his sweet spot; one hand in your hair and the other gripping the headboard for dear life, Ace is determined to be a public nuisance in whatever cheap motel the two of you stumble into drunk on each other and more than a little giggly about it

On the one hand, you and Ace could get kicked out for being too noisy - and on the other, it could be because Ace let his control slip a little too much and accidentally set the wooden bedframe on fire

Ace learned the hard way why metal nipple piercings and the Mera Mera's abilities don't exactly gel well - he got used to it after a while, maybe even enjoyed the heat, but the three months he spent without them so his dumbass could heal were absolutely filled with the Spade Pirates grilling their captain and howling with laughter at every opportunity they got

They're a little singed from The Incident™ but nothing twisting or biting hard enough won't fix, not that it's hard to make Ace sing like a bird to begin with

Ace is just as much of a brat as he is desperate and needy for your approval - teasing his man all day with borderline inappropriate promiscuous behavior then begging you to let him off the hook for punishment later, he really does think he can have his cake and eat it with a cute enough pout

Whether or not that pout actually works is entirely none of anyone else's business (it does most of the time, but it's not like you'd admit that so openly)

It's a 50/50 toss-up on whether Ace immediately knocks out after the first couple of rounds or stays up to bask in the afterglow with you; even if he was the one getting his back blown out there's a slightly better than average change that he'll be the one slipping out of bed to get you both a wet rag and some water

It's the least I could do, he'd say with his best Smolder, and you'd roll your eyes at him to pull this Casanova close for more smooches

After-sex soaks in the tub are the best with Ace if you like warm baths since he literally runs hot and can get the temperature just right for you every time; the only downside is that sleeping habit of his and, well, you'd be responsible for making sure your dumbass boyfriend didn't drown if he suddenly started snoozing in the tub

#cebafterdark #one piece #one piece x reader #ace one piece #one piece ace #fire fist ace #portgas d ace #transmasc ace #portgas ace x reader #ace x reader #ace x male reader

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good-beanswrites · 6 months

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Eheheh! The anon who sent the ask on the Lights, Camera, Sing Your Sins here! Happy to hear you like the silly thought I made up, bonus on making a small drabble on it! So happy! >w<

So I guess when Mikoto's condition is revealed during his first interrogation, everyone's like "Ooooooh that's why..." over it. And uuuuuuh, does Kotoko feel bad for bashing Mikoto back then? I think it's not scripted according to that post you made back then, but no hard feelings between them, right? And I guess Shidou wouldn't be happy that the prisoners are getting into actual fights ;;

I really did! :D Thank you so much for reaching out, I love hearing people’s thoughts and ideas!!

I'm always very committed to keeping any canon hatred accurate -- I won't sugar-coat a relationship that has been stated to be terrible. However. This is not canon, and I am employing every fix-it in my arsenal >:3 So yes, there are absolutely no hard feelings between them and after every trial they hang out and make up!!

It pains me that all the violence in Mikoto’s interrogation has to be real, but yeah, neither of them pull any punches. Of course Red doesn’t want to hurt Es, but I picture all the prisoners really driven by the desire to tell their stories. Unlike in canon, the au characters are very aware that they’re going to represent a larger social issue/group of people. So when Mikoto is instructed to really sell it, he does it for the sake of accurate experiment results for others like him – and clings to the trust that Es signed up for this.

And Kotoko’s interference is such a core part of her character: she’s observant, she’s clever, she’s used to and skilled at breaking rules, and she’s such a protector, even to the person who’s holding her imprisoned. It felt unfair to take that away from her by making it something Milgram scripted, so her reaction had to be real and just as violent ;-;

Okay so you know when you’re playing a game with friends/family and you feel very real anger at them for their decisions/actions? Then after it ends you can cool off and acknowledge it was just a game and there’s no hard feelings at all – but you can still clearly remember what made you upset and know it was valid? That’s what I'm picturing when the prisoners write their t2 plans. Kotoko’s anger towards the guilty prisoners is genuine by the end of the first trial. She’s very hurt that Mikoto wouldn’t tell them the truth about himself, after all the secrets they’d collectively shared. She’s disgusted by the others’ actions. She’s not actually planning on beating them up, but she recognizes she kinda wants to lol. Amane does hate Shidou. Yuno is tired of everyone.

But a few days after the first trial ends, they start interacting in a setting that isn’t immersive anymore. They’re able to relax and talk through everything with clear minds. Kotoko apologizes profusely for hurting Mikoto during the interrogation, admitting that she’s not entitled to anyone else’s secrets. Amane apologizes to Shidou. She may not be as friendly to him as he was hoping, but she tells him that she understands they live under different codes and she shouldn’t hold hatred in her heart. Yuno gets a bit of time to refresh herself while they’re debriefing and collaborating with the writing team. She’s excited to be around the others by the time filming starts up again. Anyone who has anger towards Es lets it soften, feeling bad that they’re allowed to get a fun break while Es must remain asleep.

And I think Red and Kotoko would actually get really close in the au, despite their rocky start! They have very similar ideas on protecting the people they care about and being disgusted by those who abuse their power. Koto-koto duo is real!! 😤I can’t say for sure because so much could change in t3, but I’m hoping to write the two of them bonding over being labeled “the scary violent one” and slammed with a guilty vote next time ;-;

If anything, Blue is more upset that she attacked Red than he is himself. (“That was our interrogation, what was she even doing there?”) And like you said, Shidou doesn’t want anyone to get hurt for real, so he pleads with them to keep their violence as staged as possible, going forward. He’s also extremely upset with Milgram that they’d let Es get hurt (since he’s the one who treated them afterwards). It takes such long time to assure him it won’t happen again, and that it was a one-time twist that Es signed off on beforehand.

Although I think the violence is going to get worse during this next hiatus, the au characters will actually feel less emotional, in my mind. After doing this for so long, I'm sure it would get easier to regulate which emotions are real and which result from too much immersion -- so there will be less to apologize and make up for this time, they're already very close and happy :')

#milgram #mikoto kayano #kotoko yuzuhira #thank you again for the ask!! these are such good thoughts oughh #asdfsd although im sorry if this is more than you bargained for - you unlocked my behind-the-fic brain 😅😅😅#ill always go for a sympathetic/bittersweet twist on hateful relationships while trying to keep them accurate #but in this au all of that is out the window and everyone is best best friends with each other!!!! ;---;#im finally getting the kotoko-fuuta and kotoko-mikoto friendships i really wanted from canon #amane accepts the others as a loving family #and no matter what the final verdicts are - everyone forgives and loves es #;----;#im so glad people are enjoying the au because im having a blast thinking about it waah #ask #lights camera sing your sins

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khoipyan · 1 year

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november 5th, happy birthday!

it’s november 5th, the day of their birthday.

FLOYD: nov. 3 | nov. 4 | nov. 5

JADE: nov. 3 | nov. 4 | nov. 5

warnings; yuu is a seperate character from reader, had no pronouns used on them in the fic and has no description of them bc i said so 🤞reader lives in ramshackle btw. NO PRNOUNS ARE USED FOR YOU EXCEPT YOU/YOUR so this is a gn!fic lol

note; I PULLED FLOYD’S BIRTHDAY SSR TWICE!! once at 90 pity, and once at the capped ssr gauge hehe. I WAS SCREAMING. time to save for union azul

note2; I GOT LAZY MAKING THEM INTO SEPERATE FICS SO BOTH OF THE SILLY EELS BIRTHDAY PARTS ARE IN HERE FOR THAT REASON (also maybe to make this fic look longer ehehehe… ik im a cheater 😔)

happy birthday

it’s november 5th, the day of the party. upon finding out that yuu was also invited (for newspaper purposes), you two decided to go together.

why not go together? you both got invited, and you both live in the same dorm, so might as well.

yuu tapped you on the shoulder, “hey, i’ll take grimmy with me and interview one of the twins for a while. you enjoy yourself, okay?”

you nodded back, “alright! have fun! and don’t let grim ruin too much.”

“MYAH! I HEARD THAT!”

floyd leech

and while yuu was preoccupied with jade, floyd decided to take this opportunity to come up to you.

“shrimpyy~ i’m so happy you could make it!”

“ah! floyd! i’m happy to be here too. how’s your party?” you smile.

floyd giggles, “suuuuper fun! it’s not like, the parties i had in the sea, y’know? it’s way less formal and more my style!”

“good to hear! say… do you want to know what your present is?” you take out a (poorly) wrapped gift.

the birthday boy grins and nods his head excitedly, grabbing the present from your hands. “ooh, feels a bit soft. let me guess!”

“go ahead.”

“hmmm, is it… a plushieeeee?”

you nod, “correct! but not just any plushie. open it up!”

floyd slowly tears open the wrapping paper, but once he realizes what it is he gasps with exaggeration. this results in him speeding up the unwrapping process, and when he’s finally done, he holds it up for both of you to see. telling by his facial expression, he’s absolutely delighted.

“A SHRIMPY PLUSH? it’s so cute, and reminds me of you~! did you make it yourself?”

“how’d you guess?”

he smiled, flashing his sharp teeth right at you, “i only guessed because one of the eyes was wonky. but i still love it!”

oh. you had nearly forgot about that.

“well, the reason i made it was because i thought you could have a shrimp that you could squeeze whenever you wanted! and plushies are soft, squish-able and very cute. right…?”

“of course,” floyd lifted you up into the air by holding you under your arms, “but nothing could ever beat squeezing the original shrimpy.”

he sure has a tight grip and you want to tell him to put you down, but you’ll allow it just this once.

“happy birthday, floyd.”

jade leech

and while yuu was preoccupied with floyd, jade had already made his way to you.

“ah, prefect. i’m glad you could make it to me and floyd’s party. how is everything going?”

you shook your head, “i should be asking YOU that. it’s your birthday after all, but everything’s going well.”

jade puts his thumb and index finger on his chin, “how thoughtful of you. i think floyd is really enjoying his birthday, and i can’t deny that i am as well. however, i find that everything has gotten better with you here.”

you slap him lightly on the arm, “you’re so good at flattery. anyways, i got you a present! let me just…”

setting down your backpack, getting the present out of your bag was somewhat difficult, but eventually you did manage to get it out.

“here you go! don’t drop it.”

with elegance, jade takes the present from your arms and curiously looks at it from both sides. what a funky shape, but he recognizes it. “you couldn’t have gotten me a mushroom this large, right? it’s not very soft either, yet…”

“oh, just open it if you want.” you point at the counter.

jade nods, “alright, if you insist.” he sets it down on the counter and neatly unwraps it, eyes wide when he sees what it is.

“tada! hope you like it, jade!”

“is this… a mushroom lamp?”

“yeah! i hope you like i— jade, you look so shocked. are you okay…?

“…i love it. give me a moment, would you?” jade smiles at you before scooping the lamp into his arms, and (speed) walking away.

“wait, jade—! come back, you can plug it in and test it later—“

i guess he loved the present, however you feel as if you should have given him the lamp later…

oh well, too late now. as you watch jade mess around with the lamp light settings, you can’t help but feel accomplished with yourself.

“happy birthday, jade.”

— due to be edited at anytime. happy birthday to jade and floyd leech! —

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liloinkoink · 7 months

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OH MY GOD LEW I HAD A HORRIFYING IDEA WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF REN AND MARTYN WERE WANDERING AND CAME ACROSS GRIAN IT WOULD BE ALL FUN AND GAMES UNTIL REN SPOTS SCAR SCREAMING (also hi yes i became obsessed with your au just yesterday how dare you (thank you bee for sketching that and letting me find it eheheh treebark fr))

seeing my name at the start of this made me feel like that WHO KNOCKED OVER MY ONIONS. YOU. cat thank you

glad to hear you’re enjoying lamplight! bee’s sketch is rlly cool, i’m a huge fan of it! happy to hear you liked it as well!

i don’t mind saying this, it’s spoilers i guess but it’s pretty obvious i feel just from how lamplight is set up—i don’t plan on having Grian and Martyn reunite until Ren’s body is restored. i want that moment to be Martyn and Ren only, as with most of their journey

that said, ive thought abt Martyn and Grian reuniting while Ren is fire before. what interests me most about it is Scar wouldn’t recognize Ren—for one, no one really knows what happened to Ren, and as far as common mythos is concerned, Ren is simply dead.

Scar has no reason to assume he knows who this fire is, let alone that it’s Ren, who didn’t really have any public link to fire. it would depend entirely on him figuring it out based on what Martyn says about his god and Ren’s open hostility toward Scar

which… Scar is dumb but he isn’t stupid, and Scar is oblivious except when he’s not. the most fun part of writing this theoretical scene, considering lamplight is mostly a Martyn pov story, would definitely be stringing the reader along about whether or not Scar realizes who Ren is (bc no matter what, Scar will act as tho he doesn’t)

another fun detail about this to me is the fact Ren not only recognizes Scar, but is the only one who knows Scar is a god. even Grian doesn’t know that! which looks really bad, at least to Ren. Ren’s truly experiencing a psychological horror in this moment—the god who destroyed his home is here, in front of the paladin he loves so much, masquerading in the benign and harmless form of the rather bumbling friend of a lost friend, and there’s nothing Ren can do to warn Martyn he’s significantly more dangerous than he seems

also Scar’s charm speak doesn’t work on Ren or Martyn which adds something really funny to the whole thing to me

#oink asks #lamplight au #desntduo #this was perhaps a longer response than you wanted but i’ve. i’ve thought about it

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strawberrymilk-sunshine · 1 year

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If we're here to talk about dreams 2 of my recent ones concerned the octavinelle dorm? (I guess? well there's huge Little mermaid references) The first one I was swimming with friends on a mission then I started following a ship in the sea and I always noticed that the Leech twins were not far behind me following me quietly... then when I was alone they encouraged me to sink the ship I was following with my voice and come have fun with them.... I did start singing but then I woke up

The second one I wanted to give something (I think some food) to both leeches but then while searching for them in an abandonned ship Ursula found me and started singing You poor unfortunate soul and it somehow enticed me to sign her contract to have human legs despite knowing that it was a scam and she'd do something bad on day 2 so I wouldn't have the time to win.

Welp that's all with my weird dreams. Of course there's worse but I'm still waiting for other dorms to appear for twisted 😭

Thought I'd write a short thing based on that first one because tbh the idea of that sounds kinda haunting...

This has a bit of an open-ended ending, since I wanted this to kinda encapsulate the feeling of a dream. Hope you all like it!

Warning(s): mentions of death and drowning

The pale moon shines down upon the water.

You and a few friends are swimming along through the night

...

They are following you.

Your friends seem not to notice them.

You continue along.

You pay no mind to them.

Perhaps they'll leave you alone.

They don't say anything to you.

They just follow you.

Eventually you notice a ship.

You decide to follow it, much like how they were following you.

Fireworks are set off from the deck, lighting up everything for a short period of time.

As you followed the ship, you found that... you were alone now.

You'd drifted away from your friends.

It's just you and them now.

They swim around you in circles.

"Sink the ship."

"Does it really matter if a few humans lose their lives?"

"It'll be fun~!"

"Start singing."

...are they even real?

Are they just a figment of a scattered, lonely imagination?

"Why should I do that...?"

"Because it'll be fun, (Y/N)~!"

"If you were to just begin to sing-"

"-then the ship will sink down to the bottom of the ocean, and we can play in it."

"Doesn't that sound fun?"

They wrapped themselves around you.

"Somethin' wroooong~?"

"I assure you you won't regret this."

"So why the alarm~?"

"No one will tell anyone what you did."

"No one will care!"

"It's your affair."

You look at the ship.

A bountiful party was happening on-deck.

If you were to sing, that party would be ruined, wouldn't it?

"Live a little!"

"Don't you want to play with us?"

"It'd be fun."

"You want to have fun, don't you?"

They just want what's best for you.

They just want you to have fun.

Yes, who cares if a few humans drown?

It's none of your concern.

Isn't it more important to have f u n ?

To have fun while you still can is much more important than to spare the lives of a few pathetic humans.

They're trying to help you!

And so you began to sing.

"Ehehehe! You actually did it!!"

"I must say, I didn't expect you to go through with it."

"Oh, who cares about that anymore! Now we can have our fun!"

"Thank you for doing this for us, (Y/N)."

...

What... did you just do?!

The screaming, the blood, the fire...

Those humans are dead now, they're all dead now...!

And you... you killed them.

"Awwww, why the long face, (Y/N)~?"

"Are you not having fun?"

"There's no need to be sad!"

"You did exactly what was necessary."

"Come on, come on! Let's go play in the wreck! We can play, and explore, and we'll just have so much fun!"

"There's no need for tears. You've done exactly what we wanted."

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #jade leech #floyd leech #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #short story #i guess???#idk how to tag this one honestly

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asterz-playz-official · 11 months

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So at the office, while he was away, Michael was basically considered to be a Threat™️ because everyone had wound up seeing or hearing about what had happened to Leitner. Elias being like “oh he just needs some time to work himself out” but in a weirdly sinister way does not help his case.

Jon eventually gets into his own bit of trouble because of the possibility that he could have been an accomplice, has to run away like he did in the original series.

Actually, Michael’s not fully considered a threat by anyone… not anyone who actually knows him, at least.

Melanie’s opinion? Yeah, he was a little weird when she gave her statement to him. Probably evil.

Tim? He’s not responding to anyone’s questions at the moment, and you can kindly fuck off. (Michael saved Sasha’s life with the worms, but he’s not gonna tell the police that he thinks Jon maybe did it instead with some weird mind controlling powers or something. They’ll think that it’s bullshit.)

Sasha’s… conflicted. He has been acting weird recently, but she’s not sure he’s actually evil, she’s actually pretty sure he’s just… stressed. People can change, though, so… she doesn’t really know what to think.

Jon’s. Um. Not there, but he’s SUPER sure the guy’s gone crazy and is killing people for sport.

Martin………………………………………………………….

“It’s… complicated? Probably.”

[CONTINUED BELOW oh you BET there’s more ehehehe]

Nikola, though… oh boy.

Two potential candidates. One of them’s rumored to not really know much of anything, and the other knows plenty. But while both have gotten strong, one of them’s going to be stronger.

Kicker’s that the potentially-stronger one probably won’t actually fit properly because he’s too tall. And he’s all twisted, so that won’t do at all.

So instead, she’s been talking to Jon about the gorilla skin, like in the original series.

Being a super creepy motherfucker and all that.

Y’know.

Anyway, Michael did not get anywhere near death, so Oliver didn’t have to go in and help out or anything, but… Elias has realized that michael keeps getting himself into situations where he nearly gets killed, and does not seem to handle them too well, so he’s experimenting and seeing if he can have Jon be a “backup archivist”, which i’m sure Nikola’s absolutely delighted by…

Still… Michael does get visited by some of the stranger’s gang eventually.

Just “checking in on our dear old archivist!”

(Michael does not feel comforted.)

(He is also not particularly thrilled.)

(Especially when she casually mentions not being able to use his skin in particular, because it “just wouldn’t fit right………….! You understand… don’t you, archivist?”)

He tries to burn her with the spiderweb lighter.

No wonder Jude Perry liked him a lot- (he’s actually now tried to set two things on fire because they were bothering him- but I haven’t posted the part where he yeets a lighter at the other thing yet lol-you’ll see)

Obviously, it’s ineffective… but it lights up her face for a moment before miraculously snapping shut upon hitting the floor.

Or… where her face should be.

Michael screams, his friend finally gets the lights working, and Nikola is gone.

…Fun!

OH HEY WAIT WHAT

OKAY SO

If Michael gets this tape! (Which he definitely would, cause he would have completely missed everything.)

Obviously with a few edits!! But!!!!!!! That shit would just.

Like a goddamn jagged-edged sword getting shoved STRAIGHT through his torso, GOD that stupid bit of commentary would hurt so BAD-

Jesus, Elias, stop trying to make your archivist feel like a disposable paper bag that somehow managed to make it out of the landfill, the hell are you doing, man????

Michael’d probably just try and mirror-jump to Jude Perry or something and be like “hey, my boss is a sick bastard and I hate him, want to help?”

Not sure if I’m /j or /srs, but Martin might be on board lol

Michael’s having more and more trouble with the whole… mirror-hallway trap thing. Although, like with canon, he probably ends up figuring out a way to drag out the whole process of victims slowly kinda going nuts so that he doesn’t actually have to kill anyone, he can just… “bother someone” in order to keep things going.

Which actually winds up working better than the “drive em mad and then whoop there they go” method.

He doesn’t like how it feels, cause it’s basically making a bunch of people go through what Ryan went through, but he tries diffusing the messing-with across more than one victim in order to make it not be as horrible for each of them.

Oh, and on top of that, he still has to get statements.

Does Jon send him the statements he gets (and his own notes on them) after he’s done with them, so that they’re both on the same page with things? (And does it work..?)

And if so, does he get to hear the “dust to dust” one, finally?

*Sound of Michael nearly popping a stress ball open with one hand*

(>:(((( Bruh Gertrude what the fuck)

AND HEARING HIS OWN VOICE ON THE TAPE…

Just rewinding and playing it over and over again. Just to hear it.

It hurts to know that his voice doesn’t quite sound the same.

He’s lost the stutter that he hated so much. He almost misses it.

Might actually mumble the words a little, in a half-hopeful attempt at getting his voice to sound like it did back then again. It works, for a moment or two, and in that little sliver of time, he feels like… himself again. Like Michael.

But he can’t hold it for long.

Still… it was there.

He was… there, somewhere. He wasn’t completely gone… so maybe there was still hope.

(HhhgfhhHhhHHHHHH I wanna hug him so badddddddddddddd aaaaaaaaaa 🫠)

Anyway, so Jon gets taken by Orsinov-

And the only reason Michael doesn’t pick up every time Elias tries to call him to tell him to get Jon is cause he’s got Elias’s number registered in his phone as “old sod” and just sits there pressing “decline” every time the phone starts ringing with that name.

It’s very fun to do.

However, eventually Martin’s the one who calls him, sounding a little bit panicked, and explains what’s going on, and Michael feels like an asshole, rushes out the door- (“hello good morning I’ve got to go get Jonathan out of situations he keeps getting in don’t kill me don’t get killed please don’t leave things on voicemail if they’re important, lesson learned, ohgosh bye-”)

So the Michael appears! No doom threat, just Michael apologizing for being “so incredibly late” and being like “oh good lord these are creepy oh sh- you’ve got a gag on- I’m very sorry-”

And he notices that Jon’s…. Looking at him, like… he wants to ask something, but doesn’t know if he should.

Michael… forces a smile, getting the feeling — based on the last tape he’d gotten from jon — that he knows what he wants to ask about. “Can we… t…t-“ oh, of course- and just at the moment he’d rather it not be an issue, here it was, again, in the way of him getting his words across. “It- I- We don’t- there isn’t much… much time to share… stories.”

“She won’t be back for-“

“I just don’t want to.”

He didn’t mean it to come out sounding so snappy, and winced a little at his own voice. “She…she’s just… a bit of a hard subject, as of right now…”

Jon looks a little bit… desperate, though, and it occurs to him that he most likely hasn’t been able to get any new statements in days.

If he were to go through the mirrors… he might not be able to keep himself together in there. Or he might get lost, or…

“Ask me.”

Jon blinks, looking a bit confused. “Didn’t you say you-“

“Yes, I know. It doesn’t feel good, but if you don’t-“ he takes a deep breath, and sighs heavily. “Please. Just… this once. And it’s all… good.”

…”What was she like?”

Oh, that question hurts.

A string of expressions pass across his face as he tries to think of the words for the things Jon wants to pull out of him. Needs him to let out.

“…different… she- she told me a lie.

I thought I knew… why she was who she was. Why I was… her… assistant.

I- but i didn’t. Really. She was cold… and… I just fell for it.

He takes another deep breath and sighs, but… no, it… isn’t done, is it.

It all spills out, like blood gushing from a deep, arterial wound.

He tries to twist it, to lessen the tearing sensation that the eye gives as it drags the information out of him, but it just… happens. The words aren’t quite his to control.

The Sannikov trip is the most painful to feel.

Once, it might have been a tale told in horror, of the near-death experience of his mentor, the old woman who fell over the side of a ship in the middle of a storm. About how he almost went insane, but that could have been a dream, and she had been saved, and then they had gone home again.

He told Jon all of this story, the statement riddled with sarcasm and frustration, and hurt.

And then he told… a different story.

The one he’d had in that vision, or dream, or nightmare- whatever it had been.

He told the eye what it already knew, and — in a way — begged it to answer him, instead. Tell him if he had just been… a pebble to be kicked into a trap so that it could be made safe to pass through.

He explained his fear that Gertrude had, in fact, killed one of her old assistants, a woman named Emma Harvey. She’d burned her alive.

And then he recounted his terror upon waking up in the office that one horrible night, when the doors had not been the right doors, and had nearly taken him and swallowed him and taken him apart.

How the fire had roared around him.

The rest of the story, Jon already knew, and so his talking should have ended there.

But he mentioned something he didn’t want to.

About how much Jon had reminded him of her, when they’d first met.

And with this revelation, the story ended.

At once, Michael slid to the floor, his whole body drained of energy, fighting to keep itself together.

It was not a moment too soon.

A door had opened behind him. A horribly familiar one, and as it loomed over Jon’s bound form and Michael’s barely stable one, a voice floated through the room, coming from the figure standing at its threshold.

“That was a very, very stupid thing to do, archivist.”

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