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ima-ghost-art · 1 year

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CATS ships mating dances as my favourite strictly come dancing dances!!

That may or may not just be basically all of John and Johannes dances (pls dont judge me these are mostly mlm ships and I feel it best represents them plus they are all amazing!!)

(Inspired by this post!) Prepare bc ima dive head first into this and it will be long lol

There is no doubt in my mind now that tugoffelees would do a Rumba like This !!! Like the slow deliberate motions that were literally MADE to show eachother off while still taking their own places in the spotlight. A rumba isnt like either of their natural, preferred ways of dancing, but instead a dance that amplifies the emotions that are rarely ever seen infont of the tribe.

Tuggers deep caring side (that we see the moment after misto brings back old doot) is now fully on display for the tribe to see, showing how out of everything, this is who he found and he doesnt have eyes for anyone else, and this fact is something he knows he will never question.

On the other hand we see Mistoffelees, the dance displaying his talents perfectly, hes literally holding the spotlight on them as he shows the tribe that he can lean on Tugger, and without having to look, knows the other tom is right there, ready to support him and lead him if hes anxious, and vise versa.

NOT TO MENTION THE SONG!!! literally just them saying they are not together for popularity nor magical prowess bc they know they are more than that!

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Next up is a lil crazy one but hear me out- Misto x Macavity is hands down This Paso Doble and I will fight you on it! THE POWER in every movement, the dance playing out as a fight because that's what their relationship is, in the best way possible!!!

You have these two incredibly powerful cats, who have always and forever will be, even between lives, connected by the same erratic destructive beautiful force of nature, and as much as they clash and make chaos, always in a never ending fight to see who's the best, but its because of that that they cant help getting drawn to eachother.

In the dance they are constantly drawing the other closer while also pushing away. They mirror eachothers movements while also dancing as the others oposit, an ongoing to and through. They keep switching who's leading as if its battle to be the one in control!!!!

Not to mention THE LIGHTING ITS SELF!!!! A gorgeous show of their emotions crazed and all over the place while still keeping order (plus a fun lil misto glittersplosion at the end!)

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Okay this ones for the inspo of this post @afairytalestray and what I think for Coricojerries dance since their stuff basically convinced me this is arguably one of the best ships ever!!

Now I wasnt sure at first, like tugoffelees they are two very different people with very different dance style but when I tell you when i found this dance?? I became pretty sold I found it!!

First off the song?? When I think of coricojerrie my mind always thinks at how they are each one of a twin with vastly different life experiences yet they both still feel like lonely souls of london that found a home in eachother! Even with their sisters theres just something that separates them from the girls and the rest of the junkyard, but that didn't stop them from gaining an unquestioned place next to eachother!!

In the dance, they start off unsure, still a little lost but then the FIND eachother!!! In this uncanny contemporary dance that manages to mix in jerries acrobatics and acting into it, blending into something unconventional but THEM!!!!

They use each to get through life like they get through the dance, with the mix of physic powers and someone who had only really known a life of crime, the lead and lift eachother, and even if others think they are weird or annoying, they end heads held high and ready to support eachother!!

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Last but not least (for this post at least bc it's getting heckin long oops) ALONZOSTAP!!! I love these boys ma dudes okay and that why I cant deny my heart when i think of this show dance as their dance!

The sweet sweet mix between the tender I love you moments, to the fun showy bits that let's their personalities shine???? Them coming together at the beginning, letting how my they care for eachother come first, only to burst into something exiting and fun that's ever so slightly out of their comfort zones while still representing the laughter they bring to eachother!!

There is no denying that these two are both showmen at heart, just in different ways. Munk strives to tell the storys that teach the next generation, while Alonzo is more seeking the thrill of showing off and dancing because he knows he looks good because it feels good.

So together they are able to combine their loves if performing, dancing for the hell of it while also showing and teaching the younger cats what love is and how its supposed to make you feel! The intense moment where they show that the are the protectors of the tribe, that they are strong and that being who you are and loving someone intensely dosent take away your power but makes you stronger!!!

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Now that's finally out of my head hears a couple extra that I either cant explain/ make obvious sence lol

Dont ask but this gives me young and fresh new dads skimblegus and I live for it!!!

Also we all know this is like, canon Platora

Also also this is literally like a sceen from my royal tugoffelees au I'm writing lol!!

If anyone wants more weird strictly cats dance rants give me ships and I'll try and do another post for them :D

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lestappenforever · 6 months

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Just seen your response to the anon ask about the Lestappen au strictly come dancing and wanted to let the anon know I screamed when I saw their ask because this idea has also crossed my mind! So many possibilities.

Maybe the celebrity contestant is awkward at first about the close physical contact that comes with dancing (maybe because they have a crush on their dance partner and being pressed up against them is too much!)

Maybe the non-professional is confused about whether the connection they feel is just because their partner is a good actor and competitive and wants to win.

I’m imagining late nights in the dance studio practicing a slow sensual rumba with the professional dancer sliding his hands on to the celebrity’s hips to guide their movement and encouraging them to keep eye contact (and the celebrity blushing all the way through). Or maybe Max being all powerful and domineering in a Pasodoble style and guiding Charles around the dance floor.

Sorry for coming into your asks but I didn’t know who anon was but wanted to encourage them to write it (if they want to of course) and to just have fun with it. I would definitely read it and honestly you have to start somewhere with writing and I have found the f1 fanfic community supportive when I have had a go at writing ❤️

Strictly Come Dancing AU anon, come look at this ask!!!!

Babe, please don't apologize, oh my God! Your ask made me so excited, and I'm sure the anon is going to absolutely love your ask, too, so thank you so much for sharing this in my ask box!

Honestly, I would read the fuck out of this AU.❤️

#Asks #Lestappen asks #Strictly Come Dancing AU anon #laura1633 #Laura ❤️

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what-yadoking-likes · 6 months

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Dumb WolfHox AU thing Part 5

[Link to Part 4 here]

It means a lot to Hoxton's parents that they appear as normal as possible; normal for them meant keeping up appearances, being the ideal rich landowners who hold resplendent balls and give generously at their friend's charity functions whilst secretly scorning those who seek such support.

As such, they hate Wolf's outfit just as much as Hoxton loves it. Hoxton watches as his mother's lips purse, squeezing together so tightly it looks as if she just swallowed a lemon whole. His father sneers and tuts, but says nothing.

The obvious display of distaste has him pull Wolf closer, fully into his side.

The time comes for everyone to dance, and the two of them stand and take to the dancefloor. It strikes Hoxton in that moment that of all the things they'd coordinated on, they had failed to discuss the dance or what kind of moves they'd pull.

Fortunately, Wolf had a few ideas of his own.

They danced together - the typical shite Hoxton saw women fawn over on programmes like Strictly Come Dancing and shite of that ilk.

Then the only warning he got was Wolf's hands pressing firmly into his middle as the Swede lifts him up, whirling him off his feet and back onto the floor again after a 180 spin.

Hoxton's surprised squeal ("It was a manly grunt, actually-") made Wolf grin. At every opportunity he span Hoxton again and again, lifting him easily and attracting the attention of the other guests.

"That's Priscilla and Jeremy's eldest - James - look, he's dancing with a man!"

"Good Heavens, what is he wearing?"

"I hear poor Jeremy had to increase his blood pressure medication-"

"Is he wearing glitter?"

"I knew James would turn out wrong, ever since they let him keep his hair all long like that. It's not right. It's girls' hair."

#payday 2 #yado writes #payday #is this a shitpost? who knows #wolf #hoxton #wolfhox #WolfHox dumb AU thing #CW: swearing #dubious description of dancing #Yado does not like strictly come dancing #CW: stupid talk about gender roles and expectations

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wonderatmywoman · 9 months

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I will give you Nikita & Layton but Angela Scanlon's jive was the second best dance of the night imo and was definitely undermarked. She did get a little unbalanced and twisted at the end but it was the very very end and the rest was phenomenal (and she looked absolutely incredible)

#posts from moi #strictly come dancing #not to be a lesbian but oh my god #Also not to be a lesbian but Karen au the beginning of her and Eddie's dance?#Whooo boy

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possessingtheproperspirit · 1 year

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Chapter 4

It's time for James and Lily to have a talk.

Read on AO3 -- FFN.

Read from the beginning.

#jily #jple #strictly come dancing au #muggle au #James potter #lily evans #excessive referencing of Mary poppins #writing #fic #murder on the dancefloor

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bridgertonbabe · 7 months

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For the Strictly AU, I'm thinking Kate isn't the only one in her family to get into dancing professionally and get hired by the show.

As a toddler Edwina had always fidgeted in Mary's lap as they watched Kate's ballroom classes, desperate to wriggle out of her mother's grasp and join her big sister and the rest of the class in learning how to waltz. Whenever Kate practiced at home Edwina would insist on dancing with her and she'd eagerly call their parents to come and watch them dance. Naturally as soon as she was capable enough she joined the ballroom classes, her interest never waning in the slightest and her love of dance only building lesson by lesson. The older she got, the more she wanted to follow in her sister's footsteps and compete nationally, wishing to emulate Kate when she watched her win her first championship at the Blackpool Tower ballroom. She would go on to achieve the very same title as her sister four years later, as well as secure other championships all across Europe, before being cast in a live dance show that toured the world. And then she was presented with an offer she had been dying to receive ever since Kate had got the gig - a role as a professional dancer on Strictly. From the casting producer's perspective it was a no-brainer of who to replace Kate as she took maternity leave, and of course Edwina ecstatically accepted with her sister's blessing.

She was slightly apprehensive of who her celebrity partner might be, worried that as a newcomer she might have to pay her dues by pairing up with a rhythmically-challenged contestant before she got the chance to perform with someone even half-decent. However she was pleasantly relieved when she was paired up with wildlife cameraman and presenter Matty Bagwell. On the initial day where the professionals had met the contestants, Matty had been very shy and apprehensive to even be taking part in the series, but Edwina had observed that despite his modesty there was definitely potential to work with simply in the natural way he moved in time to the music and how he was far lighter on his feet than he gave himself credit for.

As rehearsals started, Edwina was massively impressed by just how natural a ballroom dancer he was, barely needing any coaching in perfecting his posture and having a seamlessly perfect top line. She was pleased as punch when the judges sang their praises in the very first week and though she wanted to keep the momentum going, Matty struggled with their next couple of dances, feeling self-conscious and down on himself and expressing how bad he felt for letting her down. Edwina assured him that he could never disappoint her and encouraged him not to hang on to the previous week's dance, and instead start afresh with their next routine, telling him that she truly had utter faith that he had the potential to go very far in the competition, if only he believed in himself as much as she believed in him. With her words motivating him, Matty put his all into rehearsals for the next week and the efforts paid off massively as they topped the leaderboard the following Saturday with the highest score of the series thus far with this routine;

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Edwina was positively over the moon that her dance partner was letting go of his inhibitions and embracing the joy of dance, and he only continued to excel in every routine they did as the series progressed. She couldn't be prouder of him week after week, and she was always so incredibly touched with how much he expressed his gratitude to her and credited her for her wonderfully thought out choreography and the patience and grace she provided him with as his teacher. As the competition wore on, their bond deepened and Edwina took great pleasure in being in his company within the confines of the show and out of it.

"Ooh, Matty took me bird-watching the other day and get this; we saw a kingfisher!" she regaled her pregnant sister when she joined Kate and Anthony for dinner. "Honestly photos don't do it justice in just how vibrant the colours of their feathers are, and Matty said I was so lucky to see one on my first time on the lookout for them!"

"Oh wow! Did you get a photo?" Kate conversed.

"I didn't, no, and there's no way in hell I'd ever manage to take a snap of it even if I tried, but Matty had his camera on him and managed to take a bunch! It's so funny, he even zoomed out and got a photo of me pointing at it with the dopiest look on my face!"

"So was that for your VT this week?" Anthony asked.

"No, not at all. Matty asked if I wanted to go bird-watching with him and I thought, why not? There's a first time for everything, and who better to go with than a wildlife expert? And I'm so glad I did - oh, I didn't mention we saw a water vole too! Matty said they're on the decline which is so sad because they're so cute,"

Edwina continued wittering away, oblivious to the conspiring looks her sister and brother-in-law shared with one another as they ate their dinner - and notably, Edwina had barely touched her plate due to her non-stop chatter about her day out with Matty.

"Oh, and did you know Matty's not short for Matthew? It's short for Mathius!" she brightly mentioned later on in the evening after she and Kate had retired to the sofa.

"Fascinating, but Eddie; can I ask you something?"

"Sure?"

"This day out bird-watching with Matty... was it a date?" Kate asked carefully with a gentle raise of her eyebrow.

Edwina's mouth hovered open in surprise, not having anticipated her sister's out-of-nowhere line of questioning.

"W-what? No. No. No, Matty and I are just friends."

"Oh. Okay." Kate shrugged.

"But why? Why would you think it was a date?"

Kate smiled at her sister softly and reached over to tuck a stray lock of hair behind Edwina's ear. "You've talked about him all night long, Bon. And I know it's only natural seeing as he's the main person in your life at the moment while the series is running, but I can't help but sense that there's some affection for him." Kate explained. "I don't think I've ever heard you talk about anyone at length the way you've spoken about him. In fact, you seem brighter than ever before since you've been partnered with him."

Edwina was stunned to say the least with her sister's impression of how she supposedly felt towards Matty, though she couldn't deny the strange stuttering in her heart as she processed Kate's assessment of her relationship with her celebrity partner.

"It... it's probably just the high of doing so well on my first series. Why I'm brighter then ever before, like you said." she managed to respond (even if her voice was admittedly feeble-sounding).

"Sure." Kate nodded with a knowing sisterly look before she changed the subject by showing her a bunch of stuff she had recently ordered for the nursery.

However Kate's words stayed with Edwina, weighing heavily on her mind, especially when Matty showed up to the training studio with a bouquet of flowers and a box of Lindor chocolates to thank her for getting him to the halfway point of the competition. For the rest of the week, every time she indulged in the chocolates or stared at the bright orange flowers, Kate's words replayed over and over again as Edwina timidly examined her own feelings towards her partner.

She had liked Matty from the off and she enjoyed getting to know him, gradually peeling back the layers to learn more and more about him. She was utterly captivated by him every time he talked about his passion for wildlife and admired him whole-heartedly for how enthusiastic he was about his chosen career path. She knew without a doubt that she'd do anything to maintain their friendship even after the end of the series - but could she see herself wanting even more than that?

Matty wasn't like anyone she had ever met before. All the people she had primarily dated were fellow dancers, all of them playful and possessing confidence in spades, though the confidence often easily crossed over into arrogance and the competitiveness that came with the territory was insane at the best of times. Anyone else she had dated outside of the dancing world had been perfectly fine, though they always lacked the spark she expected she should feel for someone romantically.

Matty was different. He was shy and retiring, pleasant and laid-back, incredibly knowledgeable and insightful, sweet and soft-spoken, kind and thoughtful. He always vocalised his appreciation for her as a teacher and as a friend, he hung on her every word whenever she was explaining a dance technique or telling him all about the latest episode of Vanderpump Rules, and he gave her the warmest hugs every time they greeted and every time they parted ways. He was a one of kind, he fascinated her endlessly, and she had even gotten into watching nature documentaries just so she could better understand his innate love for wildlife and discuss it with him.

But did that amount to romantic feelings for him? Was Kate on to something? Or was the intense working proximity between them simply making her feel confused about her feelings towards him?

Edwina remained in her inexperienced limbo of denial for the next several weeks, doing everything she could to maintain a purely platonic working relationship with Matty - though it was difficult to implement such a thing when being in his company brought her so much joy and comfort. It became a little easier to ignore her bubbling feelings as they sailed through to the finale, and the intense training schedule provided enough distraction for her to not deal with the deepening affection she held for him.

Much to their shared jubilation, they were named the winners of the series, with Matty dedicating his winner's speech entirely to her. It did nothing to quell her feelings for him; feelings which she could now admit were romantic, if only to herself.

After a raucous after-party to celebrate their victory, Edwina woke up at three in the afternoon the next day. She pottered about her flat as she coped with her hangover, lounging on the sofa until there was a knock at the door. When she opened it she found Matty laden with takeout; a takeout she only just remembered they had agreed to prior to the live finale regardless if they won or not.

While she wished she had tried to make an effort with her appearance, Matty wasn't the least bit fazed with how unpolished she was and cheerfully set out dinner for them and happily chatted with her. Her hangover improved remarkably as they feasted and wittered away together, reflecting on their dance journey and reminiscing on the last three months together. At one point Edwina felt a pang of emotion hitting her square in the chest as she realised this might be the last proper time they'd get to hang out with each other. Matty's win would definitely solidify his prominence in the public eye and with that would come increased job opportunities, and Edwina couldn't help feeling upset at the prospect of the unknown, not knowing what the future had in store and fearing the bond between them would disappear as soon as they weren't in one another's constant company.

"Eddie?"

"Mhm?"

Matty exhaled, drumming his fingers against the table, and she quickly realised he was nervous. Instinctively she reached out, her fingers slotting with his until she was grasping his hand, the action of which surprised him as he stared at their intertwined hands.

"Is everything okay?" she asked him.

"Yeah. Yeah of course... It's just that... there's something I want to say and I just... I don't want to make things weird but if I don't say it now I'm worried I might burst."

"So say it." Edwina encouraged him, her heartbeat starting to pick up in pace and her hope began to rise at the possible reason behind what it was he was dying to say.

He met her gaze, and though hesitant for a second, she saw a determination in him that reared up whenever they practiced a routine and also when he took her bird-watching on his personal quest to provide her with the sight of seeing something worthwhile.

"Edwina." he breathed her name out as his hand gently squeezed hers. "These last three months have been nothing short of amazing, rewarding, life-changing... and I owe that all to you. This experience has meant everything to me. Not just because I learnt how to dance and somehow ended up a winner... but because I met you. Our friendship has meant everything to me, even more than winning the show... and if I'm being honest... I've fallen in love with you."

She inhaled deeply, her heart racing like never before as his confession set off what felt like millions of giddy butterflies in her stomach.

"I'm sorry if me saying that makes you feel uncomfortable because you don't feel the same back, and I don't expect you too either." Matty carried on speedily, desperately wanting to get everything out in fear of her cutting him off and shutting him down. "But I just wanted you to know that I think you're the sweetest, most graceful and patient, intelligent, and beautiful person I've ever met and I've cherished every last second I've had the honour of getting to spend time with you. And I'm sorry if I've ruined our friendship by saying all this because obviously how could someone like you ever like someone like me in that way, but I knew if I didn't say ianything I'd always live with the regret-"

Matty was momentarily startled when suddenly his lips were covered by Edwina's, but as soon as he realised that his feelings were being reciprocated he relaxed into the embrace and kissed her back.

"I've fallen in love with you too, by the way." Edwina withdrew from their kiss to mention. "I've never felt like this about anyone before and I just love everything about you."

The sweetest smile beamed back at her before Matty pulled her back in for a kiss. As her arms wrapped around his neck, Edwina knew that what she and Matty had was the real deal, knowing then and there that she'd never dream of wanting to kiss anyone else but him and feeling exhilarated at the thought of their future together.

#just my little contribution to edwina week #strictly come dancing au #edwina sharma #matty bagwell #edwina x matty #edwina week

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turtleboi11037 · 29 days

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Me when I wanna combine my fixations but my fixations are an inde horror game and a british dancing show. ... anyway guys I made a Poppy Playtime AU-

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime au #poppy playtime art #strictly come dancing #joe sugg #dianne buswell #wow I love them so much I put them in the silly game wtf

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litsetaure · 2 years

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Strictly Speaking - Chapter Five

In which Gellert attends a Diwali party and has an unexpected, but extremely pleasant, encounter. (Also…in which a certain someone enters the building!)

I had so much fun with this chapter; it brought back a lot of memories from when I was a kid. (Plus I’ve always wanted to do a fic with desi Potters, and the opportunity presented itself!)

#grindeldore #fanfic #grindeldore fanfic #gellert grindelwald #albus dumbledore #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #desi potters #Albus has entered the building!#strictly speaking #strictly come dancing #strictly au

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nsharks · 4 months

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bleeding blue | apocalypse au

part nineteen —other parts

pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x fem!reader words: 3k tags: death. blood. cannibalism mention. zombies of course. AFAB reader. single dad ghost. there will be sex but it isn’t here yet. slow burn!!! enemies to lovers. summary: After losing your companions, you run into a skull-masked man and his daughter. They are your last hope for survival.

The cool paste feels tingly on your skin as you rub it against your bruised stomach, wincing. Christ. Maybe Ghost was right to think he might break you. Beneath the mottled patchwork, another kind of pain stirs— your muscles are growing. Firm and tight. The only soft parts of you left are your breasts and your ass. Gently applying the paste to a nasty purple one on your left cheek, you curiously pinch the sore flesh between your fingers. Scratch that. Even your ass is firming up.

Arnica has healing properties. Yesterday, you found a patch of it with Blue and created a salve with some water. You already applied some last night before bed. Whether or not it’s helping probably doesn't mean much when new ones are about to be added; still, the placebo effect brings some comfort.

You're still massaging your backside when the bathroom door groans beneath a heavy fist.

"Hurry up. Grab your bow."

“Shit.” You startle, almost dropping the salve. "Uh, coming.”

Chucking on a clean shirt and your old pair of jeans, you pad out of the bathroom, ignoring the cry of your joints. Ghost is outside waiting for you. Wait— bow? Confusion delivers an uptick to your pulse; you never bring your bow to train.

“What’s going on?”

"The air," he replies in a flat tone.

The stale smell offers enough explanation. You cringe. "Should we split up?"

He shakes his head and nods towards the direction the gentle breeze is rolling in. "No need. It's coming from this way."

In the violet wash of morning, you trail beside him over tall grasses and scattered groundhog burrows as the air leads the way, luring you opposite the clearing where you train. There haven't been any Greys since the one you burned together. For the past few weeks, you'd almost forgotten about their existence— a pleasant naivety for once.

Neither of you bothers with much small talk. He asks if you're sore, probably noticing how stiff you are, and you answer honestly. That's it.

You keep your attention strictly on the wood bow molded into your palm and the slight rustling of leaves all around you, scanning for signs of anything astray. You don't look at Ghost, even when you feel his eyes flicker to the side of your head. Staring at him for even a second longer than necessary rouses something in your gut that was once easy to label as fear; now you don't know what to call it.

He is wearing thicker clothes today, the intimidating vest stocked with ammo glued to his chest. You'd gotten used to his more casual wardrobe of gym shorts and hoodies. They make him look... softer, almost. A little less like a death omen. Though, you sincerely doubt there are any soft parts of Ghost left under all that gear, given the rigid planes you felt beneath your hands when you—

"There."

You snap your gaze in the direction Ghost is pointing at.

At first, you don't see anything.

Then, squinting, you make out a red color far too metallic to naturally sprout among the conifers.

An arrow is urgently slotted on the bowstring as the two of you head towards it, your brows tightly knitted. You've been this way a few times and never saw a— is that a red car?— before. Closing in, your suspicions are confirmed when a stroke of sunlight bounces off the metal bumper. The patchy sedan is tucked within a bush, tail-end sticking out, with half-flat tires resting on corroded rims. Shadows of movement dance behind the tinted windows, too disjointed to be natural.

"What the fuck?" you mutter under your breath, boots scuffing over a long-faded gravel pathway that is now shrouded in weeds. The car must've been following it before winding up in the bush— the occupants no longer human enough to drive.

"They... they must have just turned while they were driving," you think aloud. "When did this even get here?"

"Maybe during the night," Ghost mutters.

He paces forward and swings open the passenger door. A string of moans is released as a Grey lurches within the confinements of the seatbelt, but he quickly silences it with a bullet to the forehead, causing it to flop sideways out of the car. Maybe just a day ago, it was a young man. His hair is fully intact and he's wearing a blue shirt with the Chelsea Football Club logo on the back.

"I wonder why they were driving this way to begin with," you say quietly, stomach rolling.

In the driver's seat is the slumped-over corpse of an older man, having died from so many bite wounds before the infection could take hold. The early stages of decomposition smell almost worse than the infection and you have to breathe through your mouth as you head for the back door.

"There's another here I think."

You're ready to shoot and put whoever it once was out of their misery when you pry open the door, but the sight of a small body wriggling around makes you freeze. Curled up against the faded leather is an infected boy, no older than eight or nine. His eyes are all white except for the outer rim where a few vessels are still filled with red blood. Your fingertips dig fiercely into the frame of the door as you stare down at him; his soft brown hair, his small hands, his Minecraft shirt. He whimpers and tries to claw at you, mouth hung open in mindless hunger.

The feeling that washes over you is hot and cold at the same time. It's not the first or last time you've seen an infected child, so you don't know why the sight traps you for a few heartbeats.

A voice emerges beside you. "It's not a kid anymore."

You almost forgot Ghost was there. Your teeth clench. "Yeah, I know."

You feel his eyes burning into you. Your fingers tighten and untighten around the arrow's stem as you aim.

"Hone it, Twix— the anger."

The tension in your jaw releases at the same time as your arrow snaps forward, cutting through the boy's skull and driving his limp body down to the car floor.

“You good?”

You forcefully swallow and look away, giving Ghost a short nod. "Guess that's all of them."

He slowly nods in agreement, studying you, but all he says is, "For now."

“Don’t you think it’s strange?”

“Seen stranger things over the years,” he says. “It seems like they were headed somewhere, maybe needed a new place to settle, and one of them got bit. Infected the others.”

You nod, thinking it over. “What about the car?"

"No fuel left, so it's pretty useless." Rifle still in his grip, he moves around to the hood and props it open. "Might have some parts I can use, though."

While he scavenges for gears that aren't rusted beyond functionality, you take a look at their belongings. There is an empty bottle of whiskey in the cupholder. In the boy's lap is a stuffed tiger that you assume was once white, but now it's a worn of grey. You carefully shift his corpse and take it.

"I have a friend who might be able to care of this for you."

In the trunk, at least, you find some tripwire.

Dragging the two adult bodies back to the trench for burning is your 'strength' training for the day. Since they haven't decomposed much yet, they're heavy; you go back and forth, taking one at a time. Ghost carries the small one over his shoulder. After the flames snuff out the smell of rot, he relieves you, claiming he has other shit to take care of—more traps to set with the newfound tripwire.

"Hey. Would you like this?" you ask Blue when she's up, handing her the tiger.

"I'm kinda too old for dolls, Twix." She must see the expression on your face because she shakes her head and disappears into her room for a minute before coming out with a teddy bear. "My mom gave me this one when I was a baby and it just sits on my bed by itself, but now it can have a friend."

You smile and nod. "Yeah, okay."

The day is spent playing board games with her. When she notices how sore you are, she offers an exclusive massage from Grim, who hops over your back and legs as you relax face-down on the couch. However, even with the honorary treatment, the aching lingers.

"Auntie, I'm over here!"

In a violet-tinted field, you search for the voice.

It's barren and hazy, with no hard edges or places for a little boy to hide; so why is it so hard to find him? You call his name. You wander around, aimless, until you catch a familiar whiff of baked cinnamon and fresh laundry. This way. He's this way. You start running fervently. When a small hand tugs at yours, you whip around and try to grab him, but the soft touch dissolves through your fingers like ash.

When you wake up, there's a hand on your back and blood on your tongue, evidence that you'd bitten through it during your sleep. The taste is quickly replaced with bile as you launch up, grabbing the sleeve of someone's shirt.

"Oh no, you don't."

The hand moves to your hair, wrapping it around in a fistful before forcing your head to tilt down. A bucket is tucked beneath your chin. You vomit into it, the cool metal rim hissing against your fingertips. Again and again. When it's all out, your throat feels like sandpaper.

"Done?"

The dark room surrounds you; the perfect place to hide what you know must be a ghastly look on your face. Awareness creeps in, and you're not thrilled by the fact that you've thrown up in front of him twice now. Without looking up at the white skull you know is there, you nod.

Wordlessly, he takes out a cigarette and lighter. You hear a deep inhale. See the dull glow of the flame. Then, he passes it to you and leaves.

"You look like shit today."

You can't even be offended, fully aware of the purple painted beneath your eyes. One look at you quirks his brow up in that annoying mannerism of his.

You offer a tight-lipped simper, mumbling. "At least I can always count on you for brutal honesty."

"Good trait to look for in an ally." He throws the gauze at you and you begin wrapping up. "I don't suppose it has anything to do with the fact you nearly ruined another shirt of mine last night."

You tie off the gauze and glance up. "Look, I'm s—" you stop yourself, "I mean, I'm not sorry, because you wanted my box open so now it's open. You already knew the potential consequences."

"Try opening it without emptying your stomach next time."

You flash him a look. "I think I miss when you pretended I didn't exist."

"And I miss getting a full night of sleep."

"Can we just get started? I'm ready."

Ghost keeps his eyes on you as he motions a fisted hand. "As you wish."

When the familiar dance begins, and adrenaline ripples up your spine, you realize that you missed this yesterday. The rest felt good, but this— the thrill of seeing Ghost start to get as worked up as you, the sweat stains on his shirt matching your own... it is something you itch for these days.

You get a few hits in that have your ego swelling. But then— the rough night catches up with you after half an hour of wordless sparring. Your breathing grows labored, while his is barely winded.

"Tired yet?" he asks.

"No," you say, but he calls you out immediately.

"You're a terrible liar," he reminds you. A few more swings have your lungs burning as you dodge until one finally catches up with you, and whatever healing your homemade salve has done is erased by a fresh layer of pain.

As you clutch your side, he changes the subject. "Are you going to tell me what it was about then?"

"What what was about?"

"Whatever was making you whimper in your sleep."

Your face twists. "I wasn't 'whimpering'."

"Fine, then. Crying," he corrects plainly.

You sigh through your nose, averting your gaze only for a moment, then focusing back on him before he can strike you again. His words hang in the air, ignored, as you jab an elbow toward his ribs. He grabs you by the knob of it and pulls you unnecessarily close to his chest. When you try to wriggle free by placing a hand on his chest, he fists your hair, which has slipped out of a bun into a haphazard ponytail, and tugs hard enough to force your eyes up to his.

His gaze is demanding but his voice is light— a mere breath over your forehead. "Tell me why someone who has seen plenty of infected kids by now seemed so bothered by the one she saw yesterday. He reminded you of someone, didn't he?"

The mention of it makes you snap. "Stop."

"Stop what?"

"Trying to act like you know anything about me."

"I know enough. You are easy to read."

So that feeling you get when he looks at you isn't just in your head; he truly can see through. Your nails dig into your palm. "There's no need to read me. We're not friends. We're just... allies, or whatever."

"Or whatever," he repeats thoughtfully, tasting the words. "You talk like a teenager."

"Compared to you I might as well be," you retort.

"Jesus." He chuffs out an exhale, eyes flickering down for a moment before returning up to yours, narrowing. "Let's not change the subject here."

"Fine. Take this stupid Halloween mask off," you lift the hand on his chest up to the hem of his balaclava, feeling how weighted the fabric is with sweat. "And I will tell you all about it."

His jaw flexes before he gently guides your hand away. "Tempting offer, but I'll pass."

You refuse to acknowledge the tinge of embarrassment at his dismissal and inch back as far as the hand on your hair will allow. The close proximity, or harsh sun, is making it hard to breathe. "Well, it's not fair for you to ask me shit about my life when you don't even let me see your face."

"I never claimed to be fair."

"I promise I won't vomit no matter how ugly you are. I've seen worse things out here."

His hand tightens. "I think I miss when you were scared of me. Less mouthy back then."

"Well, I'm not anymore."

"No?" He flips you around so your back is against him, one hand settling on the toned curve of your hip. His voice lowers to your ear. "Maybe I need to fix that."

An unwelcomed shiver courses through you. He lets go. A wristbone nudges against your spine, shoving you forward. Irritation simmers in your veins when his remark finally registers, and you whirl around, readying your stance.

"If you even think about threatening me after I explicitly asked you not to, then I would suggest sleeping with a knife tonight."

"Who's threatening who, Twix?" He gives a low chuckle. "Relax. I'm sure I could handle you in my sleep, anyway."

He's egging you on; you know it. And yet, you stubbornly take the bait. His knee— the right one. That's where you got him last time that made him falter. Maybe an old injury. But when you swing a boot at it, he expects your attempt, knocking you away by the ankle.

"Ah. Eager to get me beneath you again?"

Pink sears your cheeks as you wipe a trickle of sweat from your forehead. "I'm eager to humble you for once."

"Might need to keep your dinner down to do that."

You grit your teeth. So maybe he did allow it last time. The realization darts your eyes to his wide stance, searching for an idea. Without second-guessing yourself, you kick at the other knee. He must find your second attempt amusing because he easily predicts it, but before he can catch your leg, you snap it back and drop yourself to the ground.

The brief distraction allows the second of time needed to fit yourself between his legs. You're slim enough to push through, kicking at the inside of both knees once you're on the other side. His legs buckle, and you reach up to pull his arm, finishing the job.

Once he's down, you scramble to get on top, not caring if your boot kicks his face in the process. You grab both of his wrists and bring them above his head, but it's impossible to wrap your fingers all the way around them. Instead, you lace them through his fingers, breathing hard in his face as your breasts meld against the solid heat of him.

"Did you allow that?"

His voice is rougher than you've ever heard it. "No."

Your lips furl. "Good."

A dark gleam passes through his dilated pupils that makes your head fuzzy. You let go of his hands. Immediately, they gravitate to your hips again, thumbs fiercely pressing into the sliver of skin exposed from where your shirt rides up. You don't move even an inch, frozen in place as you stare down at where he grips you against him. That feeling in your gut deepens and spreads. It is hard to pinpoint—so insane and foreign yet familiar at the same time—but one thing is certain: it begins and ends where his rough skin touches yours.

Before you can figure anything else out, a scream shatters the air, and Ghost rips you off of him in one swift movement.

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