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anniebear-92 · 1 year

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Afterlife

Prologue

Summary: An early death for the aspiring number one hero left a bitter taste in Bakugo Katsuki’s mouth. At the ripe age of 20, he was taken from the world and he was clearly not ready to go. After a long time of refusing to cross over to promised peace, his personal Reaper offers him one deal and one deal only to return to the land of the living. However they really did not play fair… Haphephobia is the fear of being touched by others, When your quirk cannot distinguish the living from the dead, you tend to develop a fear of contact. You are an ex Pro-hero who has recently rented a home from a couple who lost their son a few years back. You can feel someone residing in the home, someone with a bad attitude and only 12 months left to fulfill his end of the deal before he is forced to cross.. to the Afterlife.

Warnings: Dark themes, cursing, Haphephobia (the reader has a fear of touching overs), Quirk allows her to see dead people. Cursing, talks of death, violence and life threatening injuries. Later parts may contain NSFW but will be noted.

Pain. Excruciating, unwavering pain.

That was all he felt from the top of the head to the tips of the toes. This was the last feeling he could remember before… Nothing. As suddenly as the pain came, it was gone, though the sounds of sirens and screams remained.

Surveying his surroundings, a flash of green lightning overtook his attention. His long time, green clad rival fell from the sky with a resounding thud, shaking the nearby ground.

"What the hell are you doing here Deku? I have this!" The man snapped without delay.

The green haired man didn't look at him or really acknowledge him at all, rising anger filled the ash blonde.

"Kaa…chan?"

The stunned hero finally choked out, tears pricking the corners of his emerald colored eyes.

"Why the hell are you crying now you damn idiot? We have villains to ki…"

Interrupted by a gut wrenching scream that tore through the air like sharp blades. Deku screamed, his leaking eyes landing on something behind the man.

Finally turning and following Deku's gaze, his gut dropped. There in a pile of rubble, lay... himself.

Katsuki Bakugo, current number seven, pro hero Dynamite. His words failed him for one of the first times in his life, his chest heaving as his childhood friend rushed to his still body. Deku gingerly picked up his upper half and lay it in his own lap. As per usual Deku was muttering over and over the same word "No." His widened gaze on the fallen man.

Dull vermillion eyes stared back up at him that were almost always narrowed, were now relaxed. "Please no!" Izuku whined as Katsuki himself hyperventilated.

"This is a dream right? A fucking joke?" He chuckled dryly, his chest siezing once again when Deku raised his hand slowly to his ear. Pressing his communicator his voice croaked out through sobs.

"This is Pro hero Deku…. I… need immediate medical assistance to my location. Pro Hero Dynamite… has fallen."

The words sliced Katsuki's chest, his fingers now gripping the fabric of his torn hero costume. No! This is not real! He wasn't even number one yet! At only 20 years old, he had just graduated UA only a few years ago! How was he….dead?

A strip of red brought him out of his stupor, eyes now landing on the tall muscular frame of… his best friend.

"Kats?" The man whispered, his eyes widened in disbelief.

"Please tell me this is a dream shitty hair! Or one of you and the other idiot's stupid pranks!" He screamed at the shocked man, tears now misting up his similar colored eyes.

"I am sorry to say this is no joke Bakugo Katsuki."

A calm voice broke through the crying screams of his friends, turning to find a woman he had never laid eyes on in his life.

She was on the shorter side, slender frame with beautiful, caramel colored skin. Her dark almond colored eyes were soft, watching him with a soft reassuring smile lay on her full lips.

"Who the fuck are you?" The ash blonde snapped, watching her smile simply widen.

"I have been called many things over the years…You may call me Nyx."

He crossed his arms, eyeing the woman. "That didn't answer my question, who the hell are you?"

She simply motioned with her hand, indicating for him to follow behind.

While she sauntered away, his eyes returned his former classmates.

Kirishima now cradled his body with deep racking sobs, rocking slowly as Deku spoke urgently on the phone. With a deep sigh, he turned to reluctantly follow the woman around the corner.

Once he had rounded the corner he found himself no longer on the street, frozen where he stood. His surroundings now resembled the living room of his childhood home. Glancing around in confusion at the familiar surroundings.

His mother was in the kitchen humming away while she cleaned a dish, his father reading the paper at the island in the same area.

"Hag? Old man?" He called for their attention, however once again no reaction.

"They won't respond unfortunately, they cannot see, nor hear you."

The woman's voice catching his attention once again. She now sat on the couch, one leg propped up over the other. "Why the fuck are we here?" He snarled, anger rising once again quickly.

"I thought this would be a more… comfortable enviroment for our conversation than a destroyed street." He rolled his eyes as she pat the seat beside her with long, manicured fingers. He stomped before her, opting to cross his arms instead over his chest rather than sitting.

"Just tell me who the fuck you are and why I saw myself with those nerds."

Her smile faltered just the slightest, but maintained her professional demeanor. She flicked a piece of dust from her pantsuit covered knee, "Well Sir, because you died."

He raised a brow, sneer crossing his lips. "If this is some kind of joke or villain's quirk, release it now because it's not fucking funny."

She frowned now, her full lips pursing slightly at his brash attitude. "I assure you Mr. Bakugo, that I would not be here unless you were well and truly dead. You died in battle with a villain I'm afraid… I never fully introduced myself, so for that I apologize."

She stood now, offering her hand. "I am Nyx, your personal reaper assigned to take you to the afterlife."

He snorted, slapping her hand away. "Bullshit and I'm the King of Dragons." She smirked, placing her hands at her lower back now.

"Maybe in a past life."

Commotion caught his attention behind them, hearing his mothers excited voice now. "Oh Izuku! Ejirou! How are you?"

His eyes widened, turning to see his mother holding open the front door. Deku and Kirishima stood in the frame, the green boy as fidgety as ever. The darkness behind them through the threshold indicated it was now well into night time. Just how much time has passed already?

"Mrs. Bakugo." Kirishima started, his mothers hand raising to pause him "Oh honey, you've been over here a thousand times! Call me Mitsuki! Speaking of my brat, is he not with you?"

Katsuki blinked, they weren't about to… were they? Kirishima cleared his throat and tried again with a sad smile, "Mrs. Bakugo, could we… maybe sit with your husband?"

Her smile faltered, taking note they were still in full hero attire mixed with somber faces. Nodding, she hurriedly ushered them to the kitchen.

"We can… go somewhere else if you do not want to hear this." Nyx spoke softly as if to a child who had dropped his ice cream. He glared at her when his mother's scream tore through the air, chilling every drop of blood in his body. Anxiety spiked as he felt the urge to rush to her, tell her he was there. He was NOT dead.

His mother and he always had such a strained relationship. After he had graduated and stepped into adulthood their relationship had gotten a lot better. They had kept in touch when he moved into his own place and started rising in the ranks.

"I am truly sorry Bakugo, your family will be alright. You can pass on to paradise knowing that they will be just fine."

He snorted, "Fine? Do you not hear my mother wailing in there? I'm not dead! I'm not going anywhere! I will be the number one hero yet!" He crossed his arms once again, Nyx letting a sigh pass her lips. She straightened her jacket and met his angered expression with a passive one of her own. “I'll give you some time to yourself. When you are ready, I will return."

He rolled his eyes, "Fuck off already. I'm not dying today, tomorrow or ever!"

Nyx gave a small bow, a lot of newly passed souls acted similarly. Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression and Acceptance, these were very common. Seems Bakugo was deep in the first two options. She exited the residence, fully expecting to return to a soon to be changed man, ready to pass.

Boy how wrong she was.

Three years… Three. Long. Fucking years later.

She has had to deal with this ONE soul, her longest mission yet. The previous one had lasted all of six months before he finally agreed to passing on. But NO! Not this stubborn as fuck ash blonde. She had tried almost every trick in the reaper's guide, showing him his funeral, some of his past and even a future where had he lived. Hell! She had even tried bribing him!

Nothing. Worked. To this day he had told her to fuck off more times than not, go bother someone else. He was damn sure he was going to come back to life any second, or will wake from this nightmare if he held out long enough.

After they had entered his childhood home, he had not been able to leave. He was able to walk the property line, but it was as if there was an invisible barrier keeping him here. He had tried using his quirk on it to let him pass, but he could no longer use the explosions that had always been available since he was four years old.

Being stuck here, he had bore witness to his parent's grief of losing their only child so young. His former classmates, acquaintances and even his teachers had all made appearances at some point to offer their condolences.

Deku and Shitty hair were the frequent flyers, checking in on his parents the most. Their visits had slowly became less frequent when time passed. He had kept up with the news of the world through their visits and the broadcasts his parents watched nightly.

Endeavor had retired a few months after his death, blaming himself for not being there for his protégé's death. Izuku was steadily climbing the ranks and currently sat at number 3. Kirishima had taken a few month break to recover from his closest friend's death. There had been many coverages, specials and interviews about his death. It was quite funny how people seem to care more when you're dead then alive.

At current he stood in the middle of a bare living room, watching his parents carry out box after box of their belongings from the home. He had overheard their conversation a couple months prior how they couldn't live here any longer, the memories of their son were just too much to handle any longer. Learning of his death had really taken a daily toll on them until they decided it was time to let it all go. They had purchased a smaller home across town, still debating on what to do with the one he currently stood in.

"Bakugo."

The annoying as shit voice cut through the silence, drawing his presence. "What the fuck do you want Grim?"

She openly pouted at the nickname he had given her from the first few days. "It's time to go home… Look at your family, they're moving on. It's your turn."

He snorted, reaching down in attempts of lifting a box that sat at his feet. His hands slipping easily through the box as he sighed.

"Get bent."

"At this point I really wish I could." She grumbled in response.

He watched as his parents removed the last of the boxes, now making their final rounds. His mother stood just inside the doorframe to his childhood bedroom, holding herself with her fingers clutching the necklace at her throat.

The necklace held a small silver, grenade shaped charm that had been gifted from Kirishima a few months after he passed. He managed to hold onto one of Bakugo's bracers and had the small charm made from the metal for her, she had worn it every day since. Tears danced in her weary eyes, giving one last glance over her son's empty room.

"Good Bye… Katsuki."

He heard her whisper, the words making his chest tight. He reached out, trying to catch her hand and assure he was there. Again, his hand slipping through as she turned to leave. Mitsuki had become so quiet since he passed, it just wasn't right!

He should be here! Able to scream with her, struggle from her hugs and become who he was supposed to be!

"Oi, Grim." He called, returning to the living room.

The woman in question hummed in response as she leaned against the far wall.

"What the fuck do I need to do?" She smiled, Is he finally ready? "You just need to come with me, I'll take you home. You will feel no discomfort I assure you."

He crossed his arms with a grunt. "No Dipshit, how do I come back to life? What do I need to do?"

She huffed, too good to be true. "Bakugo, I've told your stubborn ass several times. You're dead. End of story!"

Her professionalism had gone out the door after month eight, only able to take so many insults and harsh words before it was time to take different measures.

Mirroring his stance, she indicating she meant business.

"Bullshit, you can work some magic shit. You're a reaper!"

Letting her head fall back, she groaned loudly in frustration. She was so taking a long vacation after dealing with this one. "Make me a deal or some shit."

She let her gaze return to the man, Did he finally hit bargaining? "This isn't Supernatural Bakugo, You're not a Winchester making deals to return. Things like that don't happen here in the real world."

He slammed his fist to the wall, "I can't accept this shit! I'm supposed to be saving people! Climbing the ranks and become number one! How the fuck am I supposed to surpass All Might if I'm dead? I've already wasted three years!"

Back to anger, he seems to live in that one. They have had this argument countless times and it never changed. She rubbed the bridge of her nose, he had his pride and she had hers. Her boss had offered to switch her out with someone else, but No! This was her case! She was going to complete it dammit!

"Fine Katsuki Bakugo. Three years I have tried to convince you to cross over. I have had it! I'll make you a deal if you want one. ONE deal… The only one I'll ever make, as it goes against many regulations, take it… or leave it."

She now stood to her full height, arms crossed as his smirk grew.

"Now we're talking."

"I'll give you this chance, this one single chance. If you can do it… I'll let you return to life. You'll be free to live your natural life until your time returns once again."

He nodded along in impatience, hands quivering in excitement even if his face remained stoic as ever.

"The deal is…. You must find someone to love you and love them in return."

His shoulders dropped along with his expression, "What in the Disney shit is this?" He snapped, earning a devious smile from her.

"I will give you three years to do so. If you can… I'll grant your return. If you can't…" She waived her hand, indicating his gaze to follow. He did, the far door filling up with ethereal sparkling light as he had seen many times during her attempts. "You will cross over… No complaints."

He blinked for a moment when they then lowered into slits "If I refuse?" She shrugs, "Then you stay here until you're ready and I'll keep bothering you each and every day until then. Dead as a doornail."

Groaning, he mulled this for a minute while eying her face for any hint of deception. "That's the only deal you can offer? Make some extra love me, and I'm back to hero status?" Nodding she picked at a loose paint chip on the wall with a fingernail. "And love them in return. I promise on my honor as a reaper, I will return you to life should you complete this."

His nose wrinkled in disgust, "How the hell am I supposed to make some extra fall in love with me? Love them too? Fuck that. "No."

She cocked a brow "No?"

He nodded in determination as her lips spread in a mischevious smile. "Fine."

Striding to the middle of the floor she sat down, crossing her legs.

"The fuck you doing?" He questioned, turning slowly to not find the woman on the floor but the one person who annoyed him most in his life.

"Becoming your worst nightmare." The now sitting Izuku spoke giving his brightest smile.

Thirty days. Thirty whole days of constant annoying ass antics from the reaper is all it took. She had taken to showing up as the green nerd, mumbling constantly, singing and even just calling him "Kaachan" over and over for him to finally snap. He had tried to stick it out, ignore her while she sang show tunes or poked him over and over. She had pulled out every trick in the book like an annoying little sister until he had finally given in.

"ALL FUCKING RIGHT I'LL TAKE THE DEAL!" The reaper formed as Izuku paused, holding her hand in the mid poke. She let the image melt off her skin, tilting her head. "You want the deal?"

He nodded, glaring her down viciously. "Yes! Now fuck off!" She lowered her hand before backing up a bit. Holding it out she offered him to shake.

"Shake on it, you'll have three years to find someone to love you and love in return."

He enveloped her small hand with his own, shaking it roughly. "What now?" He grunted and she smiled. "Now, I'll return exactly three years from now to check in. If you have found your person before then I'll return sooner, or if you decide to go home finally you can call for me too."

She began walking towards the front door as she always did when she left. Wrapping her fingers around the handle turning back with a smile. "Good luck."

Exiting the house she was gone.

He quickly found the limits of said deal. Though she had made the offer, she had not released his hold on the house. He still found himself stuck at the border of the property line, screaming at passerby's even if he still could not be seen or heard.

She sure did not play fair, giving him this deal that she knew he would fail.

He tried every single day for months to catch someone's attention. Anyone really, he didn't care at this point. Not one fucking person acknowledged him, indicated at all they could hear him. As his hope diminished, he found himself slowly staying inside for longer periods of time. Losing hours of time he simply couldn't recall.

Soon it was days, weeks and then when he was at his lowest… he fell into a deep slumber.

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glystenangel · 2 years

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Bathroom Rendezvous

Himbo!Yuji x Confident&Afab!Reader (Modern AU) Oneshot

summary: yuji runs into his longtime crush at a halloween party, and he finds out you like him back

tags/warnings: 18+ MDNI, everyone in this is aged up obvs, treating wounds trope, blowjob (m receiving), raw and penetrative seggs in a bathroom that isnt yours, like alot of fucking, small mentions of blood, makin outtt, yuji being shy and obsessively horny, from HIS POV for ur pleasure, dirty talk (lots of praise), some begging, confessions, straight up smut with v little plot - a dash if you will

~3.7k words

thanks for reading and enjoy<3

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Yuji had been too rough.

Thanks to his carelessness, his knee is scraped and covered in dirt from the backyard. It had been a momentary lapse in judgment, with him thinking that he could wrestle Megumi’s giant dogs without any problems. Honestly, it was on him for opting for a firefighter costume that was essentially neon striped boxers, matching suspenders, and a red plastic shell hat.

“Dude, I told you.” Megumi holds back his dogs, clasping his hands in front of their fluffy chests as Yuji dusts himself off with a laugh. It’s a pretty comical sight, with Megumi in grim reaper attire and his two canines sporting respective bumblebee and ladybug costumes.

“It’s cool. We had fun, didn’t we?” Yuji pats each dog’s head, and they happily pant in return.

Megumi rolls his eyes, and Yuji snickers before jogging back to Nobara's house.

He calls over his shoulder, “I’m gonna go check the bathroom for a band aid.”

Megumi hardly hears him as he fails to chastise his dogs, shaking his head while they obliviously lick their disapproving owner’s face.

Yuji slides the glass door behind him, saying a cheerful hi! when he passes Nobara and Maki as they dance past him and into the living room. He tuts to himself as he goes down the hall, glancing down at his wound every few steps. He finds the bathroom shortly, and pumps his fist when there’s no line and he can easily turn the bronze knob.

“Hey!”

Shit.

He sees you, poised in front of the mirror with a lip gloss wand and bracing a hand against the sink edge. You look adorable in your fairy costume, with glitter sparkling on your dress and iridescent wings hanging off of your back. Shoulder straps keep them hoisted up, and they accentuate the enticing curve of your tits as shimmery fabric spreads across them. Your back is arched and the cute shape of your ass pokes out as you tiptoe closer to get a good view of yourself in the mirror.

He feels stupid catching his own face in the mirror, standing in the open doorway with a stunned expression on his face. The only word for it is dumbstruck. He’s all wide copper eyes and parted lips, and his rosy colored eyebrows are slightly raised in surprise. The hat he was wearing had slipped behind his head, hanging between his shoulders by the thin elastic of the costume piece.

“Shit, my bad. Sorry.” He quickly says, embarrassment tensing his neck.

Before he can take a step back, he’s greeted by the amused tinkling of your laughter.

“Oh, it’s just you! It’s cool, come on in Yuji. I’m just touching up my makeup.”

It’s just you? Your exclamation instantly worries him, what did you mean by that?

“You sure?” He asks, cracking the door open an inch wider.

At the same time, the bass from the music blasts into the hallway, and you tilt your head in confusion.

“Close the door! I can’t hear you!” You call out, and Yuji shuts the door behind him, the cool wood brushing against the back of his fingers.

“I just need to wash my leg real quick. Megumi’s dogs got me pretty good.” He says apologetically, gesturing to the faucet.

You whip your head back at him from the news, snapping your tube of lip gloss shut.

“Oh my god, what? Here, let me help. Nobara’s got a first aid kit in here somewhere.” You open the mirror to reveal the medicine cabinet behind it, rummaging through the content.

Pill bottles and q-tips are scattered along the shelves, clicking against each other as you rearrange everything in your search. Yuji hardly notices the noise, only staring at the hem of your dress riding up your thighs. They dig a line into the tender flesh, and he wants so badly to know what they would look like bruised with his fingertips instead.

“Alright, here we go.” Yuji attempts to look mildly interested in the small red plus signed box you bring over. He already forgot what he was here for.

“Go ahead and clean your leg, I can patch you up after.”

Oh, right.

Yuji does as told, taking off his hat and setting it on the edge of the sink. Soon, you’re staring at his shin to examine the damage. Squinting as you stand, you click open the plastic to check for any applicable cure, and then you do the unthinkable.

You kneel down in front of him.

Yuji’s mind is racing.

“Is it okay if I touch you?” Your hands float over the bloodied skin, and he can feel the warmth of your breath ghosting over his knee.

“Y-yeah.” He nods, mentally beating himself up for stuttering.

Of course, you pretend you don’t notice, giving him an angelic smile instead of teasing him for it. You were always so nice to him. He knew he was a bit of an idiot sometimes, but he honestly just liked being enthusiastic about what life had to offer him and making sure his loved ones were smiling. He liked himself enough to have a good amount of confidence, and working out helped, but whenever you were around he couldn’t help but lose his cool. You were everything he ever liked about the world, so supportive in your kind acts and prettier than anything he’d ever laid eyes on. You were funny as hell too, exchanging jokes with him until you were both tearing up. Honestly, Yuji just held a natural affinity for you. He liked you happy, sad, angry, imperfect. It didn’t matter, you were still what his heart wanted until it stopped beating. He took any chance he could to talk to you and watch your eyes light up, although he never had quite the guts to invite you out on a date.

Now, you were literally on your knees in front of him, and he had fucking stuttered.

Get it together man. He chides, drifting his gaze from your shiny lips to your eyes. They appear a bit bigger staring up at him like that, and he feels his jaw tense when he rotates it in thought.

“This might hurt a little, okay?” The concerned intonation nearly makes him laugh. You really have no idea how much he does not care. He would let you do anything you wanted to him.

“Okay.” Yuji says, trusting you completely.

“Hold still.”

You cautiously dab at the wound with a cotton ball soaked in alcohol, and he grits his teeth at the sting. However slight the motion is, you seem to detect it.

“You really need to be more careful.” You tsk, a small pout on your lips as you place a hand on the back of his knee to steady him. The space between your eyebrows becomes scrunched as you concentrate on the task at hand, and the bathroom is so quiet it gives Yuji far too little stimuli to distract him. Even the music from the makeshift dance floor in the middle of the house isn’t anything more than a whisper.

Yuji can’t even reply, he’s fighting to not think dirty thoughts about you as your nails graze the skin of his leg. Any time you make some reassuring comment about his scrape, he just nods and hollowly agrees with you. He’s afraid to say anymore, saliva keeps flooding his tongue with want, and he can sense hot blood rushing down his body any time you grip his leg a bit tighter.

With a flourish, you peel off the waxy paper of a band aid and secure it to his cut.

“Okay, done!” You look up at him again, and the beam on your face tempts him into desiring unspeakable things.

Things that would wipe that adorable expression off of your face, leave you trembling, and streaked with tears.

Fuck. Fuck. You were too pretty and being so lovely to him, he was going crazy. He likes you so much that this perfectly normal situation is killing him inside.

“Oh, almost forgot!” You intake a gasp, and he takes a break from his shameful thoughts to dumbly look at you.

“What?”

To his surprise, you bend down further and kiss the band aid you had just placed onto his skin. His cheeks immediately flame, and he clasps his hands over his front to subtly push down his growing boner.

Yuji doesn’t have time to fix his face before you sit back on your haunches and peer up at him again.

Embarrassment tinges your features, and you pat the bandaid again with your fingertips.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything. That’s what my parents used to do and it became a habit of mine too.”

“No! No, that’s totally fine. I just-” Yuji rakes a stressful hand through his hair, and then a heavy sigh escapes him as he searches your face.

“You’re just- Fuck, it’s…you’re just so pretty I don’t know what to do.”

The admission widens your eyes, and the air thickens between you.

“Then…” You begin, raising yourself on your knees again and prying Yuji’s hands apart.

The head of his cock presses against the cheap fabric of his costume, and he bites his lip at your eyelashes fluttering at the sight. Your breaths are light, skating over the thin barrier between you and the leaking tip of his dick.

Just when he thinks he can’t take it anymore, your eyes demurely find his, “Mind if I take care of this too?”

Oh, yes.

“Could you?” He tilts his head, slowly finding his confidence again now that he knows you want him too.

He plays with some of your hair in his fingers, and when you close your eyes to savor the feeling he can’t wait to grip fistfuls of it.

“Of course.” You say, the confirmation gliding over your lips.

Your eyes are still closed, and you tell him again, more softly this time as his thumb drags over your bottom lip.

“Of course.”

Yuji takes in a shallow breath, and he cups your face in his hands as you pleadingly paw at the back of his pants. Your chin is now grazing the tented material of his pants and your eyes are fixated on his. They’re filled with more need than he imagined they would be, and he can feel the spit traveling down your throat when you gulp at his hands on your cheeks.

“Go ahead.” He encourages, shrugging his suspenders off of his shoulders, “I want you to.”

You straighten up, tentative hands roaming around his waistband before tugging it down the middle. His costume pools at his ankles, and his cock slaps against his lower abs after being released.

His balls are nestled in coarse, pink hair, and the head of his cock is dark mauve and swollen with want. The rest of his length is a beige shade and twitching all the way up to the tip, where his slit is already oozing with pearlescent drops of slick precum. They dribble down and rest where the head of his cock flares out. He might cum just from taking in the hungry way you’re staring at his hardness.

“Oh, you’re pretty too.” You boldly yet carefully fist his cock with a breathless laugh, the veiny length throbbing against your palm.

The action elicits shivers in Yuji, and he hopes you do more than touch him. You shift in your seat, getting comfortable and unfurling your tongue. Yuji likes the wet, flat shape of it, and he braces himself as the ridges slide between your fingers before you bring his cock up to your mouth.

You swirl your thumb over the leaking hole on the top, and then bend your head down to have your tongue follow its path, eventually licking a strip down and back up to the tip. Yuji gets goosebumps all along his arms, and his hands find the back of your head automatically as you tease him with the tip of your tongue.

On your second trip down the girth, you lap at his balls before sucking the sensitive skin over one of them into your mouth. You fondle it with your tongue, making soft sounds and then squishing it flat against your tongue and dragging it all the way back to where his precum is beginning to lewdly drip onto the floor. You’re so fucking patient, and Yuji has to fight the urge to cum right away when you languidly go over the veins of his cock over and over again.

He has to crouch down a bit to retain any sanity he has left, and you smear your hand over the sopping tip of his cock. The rough motion forces him to wince, and you lubricate his length by twisting your slickened hand around his erection.

“Let me put it in.” He groans, pushing his hips closer to your mouth.

You kiss the tip when it accidentally bumps against the corner of your smile, and Yuji thinks he’s really going to cum when it creates a tiny, glistening thread between his cock and your cupid’s bow.

“You want it that bad?” You lick your lips to catch the translucent string, pumping him faster with both hands and sticking your tongue out to catch stray drops of his excitement.

They land on your tongue, dotting it with just barely visible splatters of creaminess.

“Y-yes. God, yes.” He bucks his hips erratically, letting just the tip of his cock prod at the textured surface of your tongue.

He knows he’s being needy, but he can’t help it. Nothing in his brain seems to be functioning properly, he just wants his dick fucking into your wide open mouth. He wants to stuff your throat and ensure that by the time he spurts cum into your stomach that your neatly drawn on makeup is utterly ruined.

You hum out a content sound, and then, you swallow him whole.

He can’t even fucking see for a moment, blinding pleasure flooding his body and centering where his dick is halfway down your neck. A loud curse must have let him, because his voice comes out raspy the next time he tries to talk.

“Oh my god. You are- Fucking amazing. So, so good.” He gathers your hair in his hand, and he ruts into you with wanton grunts.

“Right here is the best. It’s fucking incredible.” He facefucks you deeper, enjoying the rush of heady adrenaline that washes over him the deeper he gets, “Nice and tight. Mm.”

Obviously, you can’t say anything back, but you bob your head with clear devotion at his words and the way he shoves your head all the way down to his balls. You leave nail marks along his thighs, mascara and saline forming desperate lines down your face. He throws his head back, trying not to scream and let the other partygoers in on your dirty acts.

“Fuck. It’s so good. You’re so good. I’m gonna cum soon. Ugh.” A drawn out whine leaves him, and you maintain your pace so well that his eyes roll back from the effort it takes not to cum every instant. He wants to save a lot of cum for you, you deserve at least a mouthful.

You bounce on your knees and emit cries muffled by his cock. You’re synced to each other at this point, every shaky grab of your hands on his hips or thighs matching his own behind your ears.

“You want my cum already? Come on, open. Open, open.” He shudders as his body is wracked with satisfaction, and white sears across his vision once he reels his hips back and unloads his mess of cum onto your raw tongue. Every thud of his orgasm is followed by a dribble of cum, and you gratefully gorge yourself on the sloppy trickles of cream.

Yuji watches you as he catches his breath, caressing the sides of your face as you suck at the remaining puddles of white he left on your tongue.

“I love how you taste.” You whisper, and before you can swallow the last of his cum, he puts his hand around your neck and pins you to the bathroom floor.

“Can I-?” He begins, hand hovering over the hem of your dress, but you’re nodding enthusiastically before he can even finish his question.

So, he isn’t even sorry when he pushes your dress up to your stomach and quickly flings your underwear somewhere in the bathroom.

“Sorry. I just- Is this okay?” He’s able to pause for a second, and you prop yourself up on your elbows to observe that his cock is achingly hard again. Yuji sinks his teeth into his lip as it swings over your drenched entrance, and he doesn’t waste a second when you give him an eager yes.

Your hips collide with his as he thrusts himself deep, deep inside of you. The squelch of your cunt brings him to moan, and he becomes obsessed with the repetitive sound of it when he starts mercilessly fucking into you.

“Fuck. Fuck.” He’s certain that he’s going to cum in half a second.

“Yuji!” You squeal, “M-my pussy! Oh!”

“That’s right. I’m fucking your pussy.” He growls in your ear, not stopping the consistent rhythm he pounds into your core.

Before you can scream, he kisses you, making you mewl into his mouth as he tastes the film of his leftover cum in your mouth.

“I wanna cum. Wanna cum. Now. Please, Yuji. Please.” You beg between strokes of his lips and tongue.

“I got you. Hold on.” He closes the distance between you even more aggressively, splashing your mutual precum between your bodies.

“Yuji, fuck!” You keep your eyes on the squish of his balls as they slam against the bottom of your folds, your eyelashes fluttering every time Yuji grinds forcefully into your guts. He can vaguely notice your clit sweeping against his front, and he lowers a hand to smother it with the pads of his fingers.

The pinching and rubbing of his fingertips causes you to become even wetter, and Yuji wants to help you feel this good every goddamn night.

“You like that? Gonna cum now? Should I go faster?” He questions against your lips, nudging his nose against your cheek as he meets your watery gaze with his bronzy one.

“Mhm. Mhm!” You can’t even muster distinct words, and that makes Yuji even more keen on making you cum.

“Yeah? I’m gonna cum in your pussy. Want my cum in your pussy and your throat. Does that sound good?”

Seeing the whites of your eyes and feeling your pussy clamp harder around him is his only answer. Nonsense rolls off your tongue, and Yuji doesn’t think he could be anymore in love with you.

“I wanna cum with you.” He confesses, pumping himself through the sticky neediness of your walls.

Your lip begins quivering, and your back is arched off of the floor tiles as he plunges his cock in and out. Breaths only puff out from your lips when his hips stutter. Even so, Yuji doesn’t remove his hand from the lusty nub of your clit until you coat his cock with your climax and his own cum is spilling out of your thoroughly fucked pussy.

Mindless kisses from you line Yuji’s lips, and he drinks each one in as if they are sweeter than water.

“There you go.” The low register of his voice is soothing, but hoarse.

He slows, picking you up and settling you in his lap so that you’re off of the ground.

“Yuji.” You fondly cross your arms behind his neck, peppering the side of his jaw and neck with gentle kisses.

“Hi.” He beams, chuckling at your affection.

Yuji holds you close, encircling your waist and kissing you back.

“Everyone’s gonna know we just had sex.” You point out, and he rocks you side to side with a shrug.

“You started it, so I don’t know if you can be mad about that.”

When your mouth drops open, Yuji laughs, “Kidding, here I’ll help you clean up.”

He helps you the best he can, and by the time you’re both mostly presentable again, he just wants to bend you over and have you slobbering over his dick again.

“Okay, let’s go find everyone.” You fix his hair, and straighten his hat before you turn to grasp the doorknob.

As you crack open the door and peek down the hallway, he snakes his hand around your waist.

“Or maybe…we can head out early?”

You shut the door haphazardly, pushing him back into the bathroom with a kiss.

“With you? Of course I do.”

Once you rush goodbyes with everyone and use some not at all believed excuse that you need a ride home, Yuji and you are sat side by side in his car to his house.

He has to constantly remind himself to not flit his vision back and forth between you and the road, but you seem to come up with the perfect solution for that.

“Hey, Yuji? Can you pull over for a sec?”

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Yuji ends up fucking you with your hands pressed against the glass of his backseat windows, in his driveway, on his kitchen counter, on his couch, and in his hallway before he finally has you on top of his thighs and filthily riding him into his mattress.

You collapse on his chest after you cum all over the base of his cock, but lift up your head when he thickly swallows and his fingers sink into the plush swell of your ass.

“I really like you, you know that?” Yuji hopes his words come off as sincerely as they are, “Just wanna see you happy.”

Your simple response has him never wanting to let you go.

“Yuji, you make me happy.”

The sentiment prompts him to flip you over, and he runs his hazel eyes along your beautiful and bruised form.

“Would one more time be overdoing it?” He wonders aloud, hazily admiring how your nipples perk up against his own.

You draw him nearer, your answer solidifying between his lips.

“No.”

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whats-her-quirk · 2 years

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ghost of you

ichigo kurosaki x fem!reader rating: explicit (minors do not interact) warnings: pining, Soul Reaper Ichigo so techinically monsterfucking, ghost sex?, oral (f receiving) wc: 1.4k

You come home to an empty house. You’re starting to get used to that.

The days have gotten shorter, the year stretching into autumn like a black cat waking up to roam the night. It’s already hazy by the time you arrive home from work, your key turning the heavy tumblers in the lock of the front door.

You loved this old house when you bought it. It has character, you and Ichigo had agreed. It needed some work done—some creaky doors and floorboards that needed replacing, some windows that wouldn’t open, some weird nooks and crannies that required clever decorating—but it was supposed to be the house where you started your life together. You had been excited to do that work, to build it up together like you had your relationship and eventual marriage. Then, at the spur of the moment, Ichigo was gone.

You understood that he had a duty to the Soul Society, responsibilities that would eventually pull him away from you for periods of time. You just hadn’t expected it to happen so soon. There had been an emergency call followed by a tearful goodbye, but despite the little information he had about where he was going or how long he’d be gone, Ichigo promised to come back to you.

That was weeks ago. You’re sure that if something had gone terribly wrong, someone would have gotten word to you. Many Soul Reapers know of Ichigo’s human wife. Without any spiritual powers of your own, you have to rely on others for information, but after stopping by Urahara’s shop for updates day after day, it seems at this point that no news is good news.

So you drop your shoes by the door after another long day. As it starts to rain, you prepare dinner for one by the fading light from the kitchen windows. Keeping the house dark has become your routine—it helps you forget that something’s missing, that this house is not yet a home. You light a few candles in the living room and settle in with your dinner and some TV until your eyelids start getting heavy.

You change your clothes and crawl into your side of the bed, leaving the other untouched. It always feels too big, no matter how many nights it’s been. The house creaks under the light rain, and tree branches outside tickle the window panes. You don’t mind the noise. Silence lets your mind wander too far.

You’re half asleep when you sense something—a presence you can’t quite define. It sends goosebumps down your spine, akin to the feeling that you’re being watched. But there’s something else. Something warm and almost tangible.

The door doesn’t drift open. The curtains don’t flutter. There’s no light, or sound, or scent to alert you that someone else is here, but you’re positive, in an instant, that you’re not alone.

At first you’re afraid, too stunned to even move, as any normal human would be. But you’re not a normal human. Since Ichigo came into your life, you’ve learned about spirits and souls and the supernatural. You know that there’s more to this world than just the things you can see—some dangerous, some not.

The presence draws nearer. You know it like an instinct, but it’s a sensation you’ve never felt before. You’ve heard friends like Tatsuki and Keigo describe it: the uncanny feeling that a certain person is close by.

Ichigo’s spiritual pressure is so strong, you’ve been told, that the people closest to him, even humans, can perceive it.

Could it be?

Perhaps you’re dreaming. Maybe you miss him so much that you’re imagining him, his mass and height, even his scent. There’s nothing there in the empty room, you’re sure of it, except this energy—a gut feeling personified.

It’s right beside you now, hovering next to your bed, between you and the moonlit window.

It feels silly to ask, but in a whisper, you call out his name. “Ichigo?”

There’s pressure, like a hand touching your leg. You twitch at the sudden feedback. Heart pounding, you slowly push away your blankets and sit up in bed.

Your husband has told you that Soul Reapers are always watching over the world of the living, invisible to the human eye. He said he’d always take care of you. He promised.

“Ichigo, is that you?”

Warmth envelops you like an embrace. Not physically, but you just know, like in a dream.

It’s him.

You speak his name again, a lump forming in your throat, but you don’t want to cry. You don’t want to waste whatever time you might have. The warm energy spreads down your body, almost like he’s climbing on top of you, wrapping himself around you. You feel compelled to lie down again, letting yourself be covered.

For a while, you lie there, arms by your sides, unsure what to do as the pressure grows. Your eyes strain, trying to see something that isn’t there, so you close them. Suddenly, it’s like he’s right there.

You can feel the exact shape of your husband’s body on top of your own. When you’re not staring at the blank ceiling, it’s the most familiar comfort you’ve ever known. You wrap your arms and legs around his long, chiseled torso. You bury your face in the crook of his neck, right where it should be.

“I love you. I missed you.” You hardly know what you’re saying as the words tumble out. “I love you so much,” you swear like an oath.

The ghost of Ichigo’s mouth slides over your throat. You don’t dare open your eyes. As long as you keep them closed, you can pretend he’s here, fully and in the flesh. You writhe in your bed sheets as his kisses find their way to your shoulder, over the strap of your nightdress. You feel his hands raking down your sides, caressing you. But the fabric doesn’t fold or rumple, breaking the illusion, so it has to go.

You take handfuls of the soft material and pull it up over your head, undressing yourself. Ichigo’s body weight never lifts from you—instead, it’s like you’re reaching straight through him. Quickly, you remove your panties too, leaving yourself bare under pools of moonlight.

Phantom lips press against your chest, kissing between your breasts before laving over one, then the other. If this is a dream after all, you don’t care anymore. Ichigo touches you like only he knows how, working his way down between your legs.

The patter of rain doesn’t do much to muffle your sharp gasps as Ichigo’s fingers find where you need him most. You lift your legs up, draping them over his shoulders where he’s lying between your thighs. It’s strange not to hear him praising you, but you imagine what he might say. So wet, princess. All this for me? You’re gorgeous like this.

Self-consciousness slipping away, you moan, hoping that wherever he is, he can hear you. “Need you so bad. Please, please help me.”

Heat bursts between your legs, sending you spiraling. You know what Ichigo’s tongue feels like, how the contours of his mouth wrap perfectly around you as he devours you. Your back arches as you cry out, eyes wrenched shut. You can picture his shock of orange hair as you reach down to wrap your fingers in it—cropped shorter than it used to be but still plenty to hold on to.

Hands squeeze your hips, holding on as you begin to begin to buck against him. His chin grazes your folds while he latches onto your clit, pulling even more huffs and whines from you. Your head spins, lost in him, completely given over to the touch you’ve been craving since he left.

“Ichi, baby, baby,” you babble, your voice desperate as you twist to your peak and finally snap. Your muscles tense and spasm as he holds you in place, licking your soaking cunt until you catch your breath and come down.

Ichigo’s presence rests heavily, his head nestled against your lower belly, until softly, it fades away. You miss his warmth immediately, your body once again untethered to the rest of the world, but you feel safe and satisfied for the first time in ages. You know subconsciously why he came to visit—you can practically hear what he wants to say.

Thank you for waiting for me. I promise I’ll be home soon.

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delphi-dreamin · 2 years

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(Avoid Him) Like the Plague

Delphi is Pissed. And the demon prince can't take a hint. Or, how Delphi falls out spectacularly with Diavolo. (Spoilers up to Lesson 48.)

A/N: Well, now that it's been almost a month, here's that fic @scarlett-vixen ! This took up soooo much emotional energy to write, that's the only reason it took so long. But I got a burst of inspiration while shopping at 10PM last night, so...Here it is. Only barely proofread.

Of course Diavolo wanted to speak with her. Of course he did. It wasn't bad enough that she'd had to go through that ridiculous karaoke ordeal with him there almost the entire time, no. She'd just gotten all of her pact demons back together under one roof, all of them in one piece, and she couldn't even make sure that they were all okay before he just had to take up more of her time. Hasn't he done enough? Hasn't he put her through enough in these last few months?

“Solomon will be in charge of performing the ceremony to sever the ring,” Diavolo says, the finality in his voice leaving no room for argument. Of course, it doesn’t stop Mammon -- her first demon, her first friend in the Devildom, her first pact mate – from trying.

“Hey, whoa. You mean you’ve already made up your mind to do this? Just like that?” the white-haired demon objects. Delphi pretends she doesn’t hear the crack in his voice, the desperation. She pretends it doesn’t break something inside her own chest.

Diavolo gives a pitying frown as he replies, “There’s simply no other way, Mammon.”

Then he turns his golden gaze to Delphi. She’s become an expert at making her expression unreadable since first coming to the Devildom so long ago. Unless she wants to show what she’s feeling, she makes herself a vault. It’s what she does now as the prince searches for any sign of anything in her face. Any trepidation, any fear, anything at all that would show that her armor was falling. But she shows nothing.

Diavolo opens his arms and approaches her, half an apology tumbling from his lips before she takes a sharp step back, eyes flashing green with Wrath.

“Don't touch me!” she snaps, recoiling like she'd been bitten. “I don't want your apologies! You and Solomon have known about this for months, and didn't tell any of us!” The tears flow freely down her red cheeks now, her breath catching around the lump in her throat as she tries so desperately to hold on the scream that's building within.

“You could have had nine more minds thinking about this -- because I’m assuming from the look on Simeon’s face when you mentioned the Ring of Light that even he didn’t know – but instead you two conspired together, kept the people whose lives it impacted directly out of the loop, and now Lucifer has amnesia! And we don’t actually know if he’ll get his memory back if we sever this ring of yours! Oh! And on top of everything else, you’re saying this could kill me too!”

She rounds on Solomon now. “Beel almost died today. But going to the reaper’s cave to save him was just a convenient pretense for you, wasn’t it? Now you have the Night Dagger, and you two can keep up your research. And sever my pacts while you’re at it. I’m glad we actually managed to save him.”

While everyone in the room stands in stunned silence, Diavolo looking properly chastised and Solomon as unreadable as ever, Delphi turns on her heel and heads back toward Lucifer’s room. With as much venom as she can muster, she yells over her shoulder, “I hope you’re happy with your decisions!”

She doesn’t allow herself to wipe away her tears until she’s halfway to Lucifer’s room. By the time she enters to see Luke sitting at his bedside, she’s mostly composed herself. But seeing Lucifer’s sleeping form almost rips the scream that was still building in her chest from her. Instead, she quietly pulls Luke into a hug.

“Thank you for watching over him,” she whispers to the young angel.

“He’s been saying your name in his sleep,” Luke admits, his pale cheeks flushing pink. “Try to stay by his side as much as you can, okay?”

“I will,” she promises, fresh tears pooling on her lower lashes.

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“Isn’t there anything else we can do?” Delphi pleads. The only thing she can think about is her date today with Lucifer and how she desperately wants to keep the promise that they made at the end of it. Next year.

Solomon sighs, remembering the initial reveal of this mess and the verbal lashing he received that night. He hasn’t stopped feeling guilty since. He’s spent nearly every night locked away in one library or another researching every avenue he can possibly think of. But…

“Naturally, I looked into other means of dealing with our problem,” he starts cautiously. “It was clear we weren’t going to be able to use the Night Dagger as we’d hoped. But even so, I couldn’t think of any other magic item that might be able to sever the ring. So I looked into whether it might be possible to restore the Night Dagger’s power. This brings me to my second piece of bad news…”

The sorcerer sinks into one of the chairs at the table Delphi uses to study with everyone, looking as though the weight of all three worlds rests on his shoulders. Looking up at her with weary eyes, he sighs, “There’s only one way to restore the Night Dagger to its former state…It must be thrust into the body of a powerful demon, whose power it will then absorb. I suppose that’s how it gained its reputation as a dagger ‘with the power to kill even demons.’”

Delphi feels her stomach drop and her heart pounds in her throat. “You have someone in mind, don’t you? Who is it?”

The sorcerer hangs his head, unable to even look at her as he says, “It would have to be Lucifer himself.”

“No…”

Delphi collapses to her knees, eyes glazing over with barely held back tears. The rest of Solomon’s words fade into the background as the roar in her ears grows louder. Her heart hammers in her chest and she finally realizes that the roaring in her ears is the rushing of her own blood. Her hands tremble, her skin feels like static. She doesn’t know how long she’s there, shaking while her entire world crashes down around her, but eventually she looks down to see Solomon pressing a heavy knife into her hands. The Night Dagger.

She looks up at him, sees his lips moving, but can’t hear what he’s saying. All she can do is shake her head. He’s still kneeling in front of her when the door opens and Lucifer strides in. The sound returns to the room and Delphi releases the breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding.

“Lucifer…” she breathes.

Solomon turns, standing. Lucifer takes in the two of them, frowning.

“I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was going on here that I wouldn’t like, so I decided to come see what was up,” he explains, moving to help Delphi to her feet. He wraps a protective arm around her shoulder as he looks back to Solomon as asks, “Is what you just said true?”

The sorcerer looks at his feet. “Yes…I’m sorry.”

Lucifer pauses for a moment in thought, ruby eyes trained on the faintly glowing Dagger in Delphi’s hands. He turns his gaze back to Solomon, eyes narrowing.

“I want to talk to Delphi alone. Go home, Solomon.”

“Now, hold on just a minute,” the sorcerer objects. “I’m not going anywhere until we figure out what we’re going to-“

“Leave.”

Solomon stiffens, frowning. “All right, fine. Delphi, we’ll-“

“Go, Solomon,” Lucifer snarls, his arm wrapping ever-so-slightly tighter around Delphi’s shoulder. “You’ve done enough.”

Though she feels Solomon’s eyes on her, Delphi turns her face into Lucifer’s chest until she hears the sorcerer’s footsteps retreating and her door close behind him.

“We’re GOING to find another way,” Delphi insists, drawing back to look up at her demon. He brings a hand up to stroke her cheek, smiling softly.

“I may have lost my memory, but you and my brothers are still dear to me. That feeling remains,” Lucifer says, bringing his other hand up to cup her cheeks with both hands. “Even now, I still want to protect all of you. And you most of all, Delphi…more than anyone or anything else in this world. So if my power is what it takes to ensure that you’re safe, then take it.”

The tears flow freely down her cheeks now as she tries to shake her head, but his grip holds her firm.

“Without this blade…without the Night Dagger, it’s possible that you’ll end up getting hurt, right?” He dries her tears with the pad of his thumb. “So it’s okay, Delphi. If it means saving your life, then it’s worth it. Now take the dagger, point it at my chest, and thrust it forward as hard as you can.”

“Lucifer, I can’t,” she pleads, placing her free hand over his and gripping it tight. “You’ll die and…I can’t…I couldn’t live in a world without you in it. Not now…”

Lucifer only smiles at her, gripping her hand that’s holding the knife and raising it level with his chest.

“No! Lucifer, stay!” Delphi sobs, attempting in vain to pull her arm away from his grasp.

“You’re too distraught to focus, love,” he murmurs. “You can’t command me like this.”

Her heart races, feeling like it’s going to gallop right out of her chest. But she also feels like she’s moving in slow-motion, everything razor sharp and focused. In a last ditch effort, she twists her wrist, pointing the tip of the blade toward her own chest.

“Delphi, no!”

There’s a blinding flash of light and a gentle voice says, “Don’t worry, there’s no need for that.”

A gloved hand comes to rest over both of theirs. Delphi looks up to see Simeon smiling down at her.

“My, you really are brave. I can’t imagine how hard this has been for you.” He takes the Night Dagger from her hand and tosses it aside. “Now then, I have a little something here you should have…”

The angel slips an impossibly old opal ring on her finger. It’s the ring finger of her left hand, and Delphi chuckles at that before she loses consciousness.

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Still feeling a little weak, Delphi leans against one of the many buffet tables in the grand ballroom and watches with a fond smile as all six of Lucifer’s brothers stand around him, laughing and joking. It warms her heart to see them all together like this, able to let loose and actually be brothers even for just a moment. It’s all she ever really wanted for them.

Briefly, Lucifer looks over Mammon’s and Asmo’s heads and meets her eyes, giving her an exasperated look. She finds herself giggling, covering her mouth with her hand and peeking at him through her lashes. He gives her a gentle smile, warmth filling the ruby eyes she loves so much. She starts to walk over to him, but is stopped by a solid wall of demon stepping in front of her.

“Delphi,” Diavolo greets her with a warm smile that reaches his glittering golden eyes. “I was wondering if perhaps I could have the first dance of the evening?”

Delphi shifts uncomfortably, the corseting on the black sleeveless gown Asmo had put her in suddenly feeling excessively tight. She looks anywhere but at Diavolo. She knows that if she does, she may just lose her head. Her heart is hammering against the boning in her dress, her mind racing to come up with any excuse as to why she can’t dance with the prince.

“I dunno,” she mumbles, trying to put on a friendly smile. “I’m not a very good dancer.”

“Don’t worry,” Diavolo chuckles. “I’m sure you’ll do just fine.”

And with that he sweeps her onto the ballroom floor, Delphi only able to shoot a single pleading glance in Lucifer’s direction before he’s out of sight completely.

The demon prince’s hand is firm on her lower back, holding her tightly to him as he leads her around the dance floor. Delphi tries to keep her expression neutral, tries not to betray how uncomfortable she is, how little she wants to be here doing this right now. But still, she does her best to keep up. Her hands rest lightly, one on Diavolo’s bicep, the other in his hand. Her feet are quick and precise, barely meeting the floor before they’re moving again. Of course the first dance of the night had to be something this quick.

Diavolo looks down at her with a fond smile, musing, “You’re a better dancer than you used to be, Delphi. I suppose it just shows how much more at home you are in Devildom culture now.”

“Living with Lucifer will do that,” Delphi replies, giving him a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes.

Diavolo chuckles good-naturedly, but Delphi sees the discomfort in his golden eyes. Good.

He waits for a moment before beginning, “I know I’ve said this already, but I want you to know that I’m truly grateful to you. My dream is to strengthen the bonds that unite the three worlds. And as the living embodiment of these bonds, you are a very, very important person. Watching you gives me courage, Delphi.”

“Don't do this,” Delphi pleads, trying and failing to break free from Diavolo’s iron grasp.

“My goal is to create a state of peace and harmony between the three worlds,” Diavolo continues, seemingly oblivious to her plea. “Considering our history, it’s clear this will be no easy task. However, in the future, no matter what difficulties lie in store, I have a feeling I’ll be able to look to you as my guiding light…showing me the way forward.”

Diavolo looks down at Delphi, candlelight glimmering in his bright eyes. “That’s what I believe. I feel as though I can place my trust in you. Delphi, from now on I hope that you will stay by my- Ah…”

Delphi sighs in relief as the music stops and the prince stills. Still holding her close, he sighs, “That was fast…”

Before he can say or do anything else, Luke bounds up, grinning. “Delphi! I call the next dance!”

Diavolo sighs, shaking his head. “You certainly are popular, aren’t you?”

Delphi shrugs in response, allowing the young angel to take her hand and pull her away as another song starts up.

“Come on, let’s go!”

“Ah, Delphi!”

Diavolo grips her hand tightly for a moment. Tightly enough that she feels the bones shift and nerves pinch. She’s certain it’ll bruise.

“Ow!” she yelps, jerking away.

Diavolo releases her hand quickly, stuttering, “Oh dear, I’m sorry! Never mind. It’s nothing.”

Delphi spares him one last glance before allowing Luke to pull her into an awkwardly paced waltz. She looks to the angel she’s come to think of both as a brother and as her guardian angel and smiles.

“Thank you, Luke. You really saved me there,” she breathes.

Luke gives her a puzzled look and asks, “What do you mean I saved you? Was Diavolo hurting you?”

She laughs, “No, Luke. You just saved me from a conversation I really didn’t want to have.”

“What kind of conversation?” the angel persists, still twirling her around the dance floor.

“I’ll tell you at our next sleepover, okay?” Delphi sighs. Right now, she just wants to forget about the almost-confession. She wants to forget Diavolo’s hands on her and the way he’d nearly broken her hand when Luke tried to pull her away.

The music slows to a stop and Delphi isn’t surprised to feel a set of hands gently but firmly pry her away from Luke’s grasp. One strong arm wraps around her shoulders and pulls her into a familiarly broad chest. A voice like warm velvet says just above her ear, “Thank you for bringing Delphi to me, Luke. I’ll take care of her from here.”

Luke huffs, but nods and leaves the dance floor. Delphi smiles, turning around in the arm that held her captive.

“Hello, my darling,” she sighs, wrapping her arms around Lucifer’s waist, carefully holding him between his upper and lower wings.

Lucifer chuckles, “Hello, love. How was your dance with Diavolo?”

Delphi groans, “I’d rather not talk about it.”

Lucifer sweeps her into his arms, leading her into something akin to a foxtrot. Somehow, though this dance is even quicker than the first dance, Delphi keeps up better with this one and even enjoys herself.

By the time the song’s over, she’s laughing and breathless. She lets Lucifer guide her to a table where Mammon, Beel, and Satan all sit. He pulls out a chair for her and helps her to sit, then bends to whisper in her ear, “I’ll be right back, love. Would you like a drink while I’m up?”

“Yes please,” Delphi smiles up at him, accepting a chaste kiss before he goes. She sighs and looks at the others. “He read my memories, didn’t he?”

Satan nods, “Most likely. He didn’t seem very happy when he left.”

“What did he see to make him so mad?” Beel asks around a mouthful of food.

“I’m pretty sure Diavolo tried to confess to me,” Delphi groans, dropping her face into her hands.

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When Delphi had agreed to go to the Demon Lord’s Castle with Luke for a baking lesson with Barbatos, she thought that maybe she’d get to actually be involved in the baking lesson. She knew there was a distinct possibility that she’d run into the demon prince, but she didn’t think he’d actually seek her out after the lecture Lucifer had given him the night of the ball. She didn’t want to talk with him alone, and she certainly didn’t want to leave the parlor Barbatos had left her in, but here she is, strolling beside the lake in the garden with the last being in all three realms she wanted to see.

“Being here with you right now reminds me of the time we ended up at the colosseum,” Diavolo begins, hands clasped behind his back as he meanders the trail at the lakeside. “Do you remember? I’m afraid I said some things that were quite negative…I was feeling unsure of myself and a bit defeated. I’m embarrassed just thinking about it. I’d appreciate it if you could just forget that ever happened.”

“I’ve already forgotten,” Delphi mutters, voice dripping with barely veiled sarcasm.

Diavolo looks over to her, golden eyes wide. “I’ll go ahead and assume you’re saying that to be kind. Thank you, Delphi.”

They walk in silence for a long few minutes, Delphi refusing to say anything and Diavolo not knowing what to say. Delphi finds herself enjoying the silence and the cool evening air. The breeze blowing in off the lake is refreshing after the sweltering day. Then Diavolo clears his throat.

“The truth is that I don’t want to send you back to the human world,” he starts, then stops, snapping his mouth shut. “Oh, um…Sorry, that’s not what I meant. What I was trying to say is…I simply think it’s a waste to lose a person like you. A true loss for the Devildom.”

Delphi tries not to roll her eyes. She really does. But she can’t stop the annoyed sigh that escapes from her lips.

“Actually, I’m not being honest,” the prince admits, scratching at the back of his neck, cheeks flushed. “Its not really about the Devildom. I don’t want you to go.”

Delphi clenches her jaw. Here it comes. Again.

“I’m not speaking as the next king of the Devildom, or even as a demon, I’m speaking as myself.”

“Okay…” Delphi responds, unsure of what else to say. She doesn’t want to encourage him. She’s still furious about how he and Solomon handled the ring and her pacts, still raw from having to cope with Lucifer not remembering her like nothing was wrong, still traumatized from nearly killing herself to save him.

Taking a deep breath, Diavolo starts, “Delphi, there’s something I need to tell you. I-“

“So this is where you were!” a high voice exclaims from behind them. To Delphi’s relief, Luke comes bounding up to them with a basket full of steaming muffins. “Check out these muffins! It’s my first time making them. Barbatos just taught me! What do you say we all have tea together? We can do it out here!”

Following behind the young angel is Barbatos, who places a hand firmly on his shoulder. With a tight-lipped smile, the butler says, “I warned him not to bother the two of you until you had finished your conversation, but I’m afraid he wouldn’t listen. It’s impolite to interrupt others while they’re talking, Luke.”

Luke frowns. “But if we wait around, the muffins are going to get cold, right?”

He turns to Diavolo and Delphi with his eyebrows knit together. “Just out of curiosity, though, what were you two talking about out here?”

Diavolo gives him a smile that feels more menacing than friendly and replies, “That’s private.”

“Hmph. I see the future demon king isn’t fond of sharing, is he?” Luke huffs, and Delphi has to stifle a laugh.

“That’s right,” Diavolo practically sneers. “I’m not fond of sharing. Are you just now realizing that?”

The group do end up having tea and enjoying the muffins Luke baked, but the tension in the air is nearly suffocating. Delphi and Luke leave fairly quickly after finishing their muffins and tea, Delphi dragging Luke along behind her as quickly as she can. When they finally get out of the castle and a good distance away, she releases his wrist and sighs.

“You saved me again, Luke. You really are my guardian angel.”

“You keep saying I saved you, but you still haven’t told me what I’ve saved you from!” Luke complains, poking his lip out in an exaggerated pout.

Delphi smiles at him guiltily. “I’m sorry, Luke. It’s not that I’m trying to hide anything from you, I just don’t want it to get out. If I tell you, can you keep it a secret? Just between us? No telling Simeon or Solomon or Barbatos?”

Luke nods dutifully, his blue eyes wide.

Delphi sighs, “Diavolo keeps trying to tell me he loves me.”

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“Fuck, Diavolo! Do you ever think about anything other than yourself?!” Delphi cries, yanking her hand away from the prince. She storms over to the edge of the pool and stares into it for a moment before rounding on him again. “I have seven demons in that house whom I love and care for deeply, and because of you, I thought I’d lost six of them today!”

Diavolo winces at the venom behind her words. But he lets her continue.

“Those seven demons in there are my world! I almost killed myself just a few months ago to save them! From a problem that, had you shared, we might have been able to solve before it got to the point it did! Lucifer lost his memory, Diavolo! He forgot his brothers! He forgot me! And I had to just listen while you and Solomon talked about severing my pacts, and then again when Solomon told me I’d have to kill the love of my life!”

Tears flow freely down her face as her eyes flash with the colors of her pacts. She can feel all of her pact marks tingling and burning and she’s sure they’re all glowing brightly.

“You toy with people’s lives without considering how it will impact them, and then you expect them to just be okay with it! Well those seven lives in there aren’t yours to toy with anymore,” Delphi growls. “They’re mine. Lucifer may have pledged his absolute loyalty to you, that’s fine. That’s a pact I can’t break. But beyond that, no more! I’ve played along so far, but I’m done. I’m not your subject. And I will ensure that your exchange program fails, that the fragile peace you’re trying to build crumbles, before I let you hurt them again.

“Now, please, I’d like to go inside and check on my boys,” Delphi finishes.

Diavolo only nods curtly just as Barbatos opens a portal a few feet away. Delphi turns around as they leave, not saying a word to either of them. She hears Barbatos begin to ask what had happened as the portal closes and she drops onto one of the deck chairs to let her sobs wrack her body. She wraps her arms around herself, clutching at her sides and curling in on herself as hot tears burn her cheeks and she begins to shake.

Warm, strong arms wrap around her and Delphi leans into their grasp, recognizing Lucifer’s scent immediately. He squeezes her as tightly as he dares.

“How long have you been here?” Delphi sniffles.

“Long enough,” Lucifer murmurs into her hair. “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but Barbatos finally reached me and let me know he’d be coming to collect Diavolo. I was coming to let you both know.”

“Are you going to lecture me about disrespecting and threatening the prince?” she asks, hiccupping lightly.

“No, love,” Lucifer sighs. He strokes her hair softly. “I’m going to take you upstairs and put you in a warm bath. And then if you want to talk about what just happened, we can.”

Delphi nods into his chest. “Thank you, Lucifer.”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #mc!delphi #ugh #i don't even know how to tag this #it's just angst #so much angst #i cried a lot writing this #doesn't mean anybody else will #but it dredged up some shit

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filthy-mudeoki · 1 year

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Guardian: The lonely and great god 쓸쓸하고 찬란하神 – 도깨비

Review and rambles

4. Guardian: The lonely and great god (9/10)

(16 Episodes) (2016)

[Gong Yoo, Lee Dong-wook. Kim Go-eun]

Synopsis:

A once highly decorated military general from the Goryeo Dynasty, Kim Shin is framed as a traitor and killed. He is cursed by the Almight to stay immortal forever and has to endure seeing his loved ones die as punishment for all the soldiers he killed. He becomes an immortal goblin who helps people with their problems. The only way to end his painful existence is through the Goblin bride who is destined to pull the sword embedded in his chest and thus ending his immortality. Enter Ji Eun-tak a bubbly and jovial high school teenager, despite the tragic life she has had. Through chance and fate, she summons the Goblin and their lives become intertwined. In addition, Kim Shin’s nephew leases his house to a Grim Reaper and the three end up living together as they try to wade through their fates. It’s not all left to chance as the story unfolds, it reveals that they’re not mere strangers but people with closely related relations.

Review:

When it comes to fantasy kdramas – or just kdramas in general, this one carries the entire genre on its back. It’s breathtakingly, heartbreakingly beautiful and filled to the brim with everything you want in a kdrama.

Not going to lie, it’s pretty heavy on the plot and intense dialogue. There is a lot of self -reflection and a lot of the characters are wrapped in tight angst blankets. But … is that not what we live for?

The chemistry between Kim Shin and Ji Eun-tak was interesting because its not quite what you’d expect but somehow it still manages to tear your heart into pieces (don’t worry, they put it back together again). I felt like we definitely could have had more from the nephew (Yook Sung -jae) as he was particularly enjoyable. The secondary couple, the Grim Reaper (Lee Dong Wook) and Sunny (Yoo In-na) steal the show more than the first at times and its beyond charming. They’re amazing together and bring a much-needed touch of light-heartedness to an otherwise very heavy on the feels plot.

The issues surrounding life and death, mortality and such are well introduced into the show. The whole series is quotable and don’t we just love that from a drama? They give you plenty to think about yet it somehow doesn’t feel too heavy on the mind.

The cast and performance:

The amazing performance by Gong Yoo and Lee Dong Wook is unforgettable. Honestly, they steal the whole damn show. I’d watch a whole spin off series based on the adventures of the Goblin and the Grim Reaper. A good source of the humour and heartfelt moments comes from these two. Its almost unintentional and that what kinda steals your heart and breath all in one go. Kim Go-eun is a stunning female lead. She lends a good performance to a very demanding role and her character develops well over the episodes.

OST:

This is a therapy kdrama. If you need the emotional release, this what you should be watching. And if you don’t want to watch it, just listen to the soundtrack because that too was flawless. Seriously, just go listen to this OST because it is one that you will not regret. It’s got some of the most iconic and well-known tracks to come from a kdrama series. I’m pretty sure Stay with me has its own fanbase at this point. There are plenty of wonderful tracks that could float the entire fandom with all the tears you’re bound to shed.

Final thoughts:

The first episode opens with a heartbreak and the last episode does not hold back any punches either but it does provide you with an ending that fills you with hope as there is a semblance of a happy ending. This kdrama takes you on one helluva emotional rollercoaster but you won’t regret it one bit. It’s an absolute journey and for anybody wanting to appreciate Kdrama at its ultimate peak should definitely give this a watch.

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The Autarch's Body

Another piece from @the-littlest-kojin

“Let me see if I understand,” Nidhana begins. “You want me to make you a body for a voidsent - not just any voidsent, but the one that destroyed our vault?”

Wordlessly, Gisenne nods. Her nails strum a staccato tattoo on the memoria crystal in her hands, anxious for the Matanga to finish her spiel.

Leaning forward in her seat, elbows resting on her knees, Nidhana looks down at the Elezen. “Tell me why,” she asks, “And I will do what I can to help you.”

Sighing heavily, the Reaper looks down at the crystal. Pondering how to begin, she thinks back to all of the advice Rubicante has ever given her - the comfort. The consolation. The help.

“He… Has been an ally. Steadfast. Warm. He has helped me, again and again, throughout my journeys. I don’t know that I’d be here without his aid, and his counsel.”

“Do you trust him?” Nidhana asks, tilting her head inquisitively.

“Wholeheartedly,” the Elezen responds, without so much as a second of hesitation.

Wordlessly, the alchemist holds out her hand, nodding to the memoria crystal. Blinking in surprise, Gisenne places it in her hand.

“Thank you.”

Getting to her feet, Nidhana waves her off. “I am happy to help. Now, out! I need to work. I’ll come find you when I’m done.”

Inclining her head, the Warrior of Light walks out of the small building, heading for her campsite just outside the Great Work.

“My sun?”

Jolting at the familiar voice, Gisenne looks up - only to gasp in shock.

There, limned in the dusk’s light, is the towering figure she remembers. Looking from him to Nidhana, she gapes, completely lost for words.

“Yes,” the Alchemist comments teasingly, “It worked. He doesn’t have his full powers, but it is him. And the first thing he asked was where you were.”

Getting to her feet, she steps closer to the towering figure. Nidhana, laughing to herself, walks back to the Work, knowing when she is no longer needed.

“It is… Odd… To walk in such a body,” Rubicante intones, kneeling down to be closer to her eye level.

“Is it objectionable?” she asks him, reaching up to gently touch his jaw - reminiscent of the stones before a hearth-fire.

Shaking his head, his gaze meets hers. “No. Not objectionable. But I am continually stunned that you have gone to such lengths for me, my sun.”

Watching his lips move, Gisenne stares. Her companion is returned to her - at her side once more. A body, of his own. Able to be with her, for as long as she wants…

Rubicante makes a noise of shock as he catches her - the Reaper having leaped from the ground to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him. The surprise quickly dissipates, and he returns the kiss - his lips soft, his hands gentle, and his touch warm, warm, warm…

An eternity passes as the kiss continues - the campfire crackling, the sun setting, the birds chirping - before the pair pull apart. As the Archfiend opens his mouth to speak, Gisenne speaks first, her voice unusually strident and firm.

“I love you. You have been at my side for so long in one way or another. I love you, without reservation.”

Stunned silence meets her words before the Autarch bursts into laughter - rich, and rolling, and the most joyous sound she has ever heard.

“You have odd tastes,” the voidsent concludes, shaking his vast horned head, “and it has been a long time since ‘love’ has been in my lexicon - but, I do think I love you too.”

Grinning widely, Gisenne kisses him again, letting the night fade from her awareness - she has all she needs.

#ffxiv #ffxiv writing #gisenne flameheart #rubicante #shio's writing

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fluffysilver · 11 months

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Fluffytober Day 15 - Emergency, confession, adventure

“Left!” Neferseti called, and Wadjet took a step in that direction, commanding Eos to cast Whispering Dawn on the group. It was a good thing that she didn’t need to actually hear her sister without the linkpearl, or command her fairie vocally, because she never would have been able to hear or make herself understood over the crash of metal or the blast of magitek weapons as lasers slammed into the shields around Chyndra. They flared green and went down - Wadjet cast them anew just in time to avoid the tank getting slammed by another attack from the myriad metal creations that she was holding on their position. Davien danced around them, stabbing his narrow blades into the armored joints to get at delicate machinery, while Neferseti leaped over their heads, lance dancing her own solemn song of death.

Skilled as they were, Wadjet knew they were in trouble. She’d already gotten her twin up once, when the dragoon had jumped at the wrong time, and that weakness was still with her, keeping her from fighting to her full potential. And this had clearly been a trap; information of a secret Garlean cache of weapons in the stone badlands around Ala Gharri had been true, but the informant had neglected to mention the group of Garleans still guarding it. That wouldn’t have been a bad thing - they had scouted first and judged that they could take on the squad of six in the cave with the aid of surprise.

They hadn’t expected one of the soldiers to send out a call that brought in the second squad of ten, with two reapers and two colossi backing them up. Whether this had been meant for any Eorzean adventurer squad or specifically for Shadowborne Free Company was up for debate, preferably once they weren’t trying to survive! The numbers suggested the latter, though, and Wadjet didn’t like that. Shadowborne had a reputation, and these kinds of numbers would have overwhelmed a lot of adventuring parties without their skill and practice working together.

But she’d have to think about that later - she cast a spell on one of the reapers, which had frozen in place. The damned things had a habit of exploding when badly damaged, and she wanted it taken out before it did. Another layer of shields flowed out after that, as Davien found a weak spot and slammed his daggers into it. Lustrate went out to revive Chyndra; blood splatters on her armor mutely told how much damage the warrior was taking, even as she used her own power to regain her health and hold her vigor.

The reaper went down without exploding, thank the Twelve, but others were crowding in. Another squad? No more armor, but a veritable flood of people in Garlean colours.

They needed backup. And there was only one person who was going to be able to get to them in time to be of any help whatsoever. She reached for her linkpearl in a heartbeat between spells. “Riki!” she shouted over the din, keeping Chyn up with luck and will and her waning mana. “Help!”

“Coming, little sis.” Rika’s voice sounded in her ear, reassuringly calm. She saw a flare of pink mana and sparkles somewhere in the melee, and then a cool blue shield that snapped into place around them, radiating healing energy. Bursts of white energy told her that he was by Chyndra, using the stun ability of the Holy spell to slow the damage that she was taking. Then more healing energy went out; Medica 2.

It was still going to be touch and go, even with Rika’s help. But his presence steadied her and let her get her breath, invoking the trace-like state of Lucid Dreaming to help regenerate her mana.

He must have been watching - a few moments later, when her power had returned, she heard him speak through the linkpearl again. “You got this?”

She knew, from working with him for so long, what that question meant. It was what made Rika so damned deadly on the battlefield, besides his innate power and his terrifying presence on the field. He was ready to go on the offensive.

“I’ve got it,” she replied, and saw his reassuring smile before his white healing coat vanished into robes of black silk. Blue lights swirled around him, and a circle of aetheric power, before ice changed to fire and the Garlean armors began to topple backwards, their circuits exploding from the sudden heat of the Warrior of Light’s spells.

“Chyn! Davi! Get them into a tight group!” he called, blasting a circle of fire into their midst. Wadjet threw a shield on him and backed up; she knew what he was planning.

So did Chyndra and Davien - the brother and sister herded them into a tight knot, while Neferseti chased down the people smart enough to run, usually with cries of “It’s the Warrior of Light!” The machines weren’t intelligent so they wouldn’t run, but the soldiers knew who Rika was, and their crown prince wasn’t here to save them this time.

Rika’s staff glowed with eldritch power; Wadjet felt the pull and gave up some of her own strength to the spell as he called on the powerful Limit Break ability. A shower of meteors formed and dropped atop their enemies, weakening and damaging them. It was enough for the group to surround and tear apart the machines. Those soldiers who hadn’t run threw down their weapons and surrendered now that the battle had gone so horribly out of their control.

Chyndra took care of that, breathing heavily but otherwise well as she shipped her massive ax and went to talk to the leader of the squad. Davien, meanwhile, limped faintly over to Rika.

“Where in the seven hells did you pop out from?” he asked. “It’s your day off.”

His husband’s only answer was a frown and a shift to White Mage again. “You’re hurt,” he fussed.

“It’s nothing…” But Davien was wise enough to know that wasn’t a fight he was going to win, so he stood still while Rika went over him - ignoring Neferseti’s small smile - then when over his sisters as well. He wasn’t nearly as tired as Wadjet - he took care of their leftover injuries with deft Cure spells. There were times when Wadjet envied the amount of aether her brother possessed, but not often. His power came with a price, and she knew that if anyone mentioned that this was a trap meant for them in specific, he would feel terribly guilty about it. After all, they were trying to hit Shadowborne not only because they were one of the best free companies in Eorzea, but because they were the Warrior of Light’s friends and family.

“Well?” Davien asked, once they were all healed up.

“I called him,” Wadjet confessed and dropped her eyes when Davien looked sharply at her. “When that third squad came in, I didn’t think we were going to make it, and Rika was the only one who could get here in time enough to make a difference.”

“Three squads? Holy Twelve…”

“It was only one at first,” Neferseti put in. “From what I heard as they were fleeing, and the source of our information, I believe that this was a trap meant specifically for us. And they did not wish anyone to escape.”

“Seti…” Wadjet moaned. Sometimes her twin had the social graces of a rock and about as much ability to read the room.

Rika’s ears went flat and his tail stilled, violet eyes going cold. “Hmm….”

Davien glanced at him. “You want to go after them?”

“I want to find who gave you that information, then plug up that hole. I don’t want anyone setting traps for my family while I’m away in Doma rabble - rousing.”

“It’s inevitable,” Davien wrapped an arm around his shoulder. “And if we’re playing bait here, then they’re going to be forced to split their people to cover all fronts. Wasn’t that why you went to Doma in the first place?”

Rika’s ears flicked. “Yes,” he admitted. “But that doesn’t mean I have to like you and the girls having a target on you.”

Davien kissed him softly. “As long as it helps you, then we’ll deal. In the meantime… let’s go confuse the Garleans and go hunting. Once word gets around that you’re here, they’re not going to know what to think.”

#gaming #oc #flufftober #flufftober 2023 #final fantasy xiv #yaoi #final fantasy 14 fanfiction #wolocxoc #final fantasy xiv fanfiction

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redrobin-detective · 4 years

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because I could not stop for death

because I could not stop for death / he kindly stopped for me / the carriage held but just ourselves / and immortality ~ Emily Dickinson

Danny Fenton was dying, properly this time.

Somehow, in the back of his head and in his worst nightmares, he knew it would end this way: bleeding on the floor of his parents’ lab where it had all began. He was so hot he felt like his skin was on fire, blood and ectoplasm were dripping all over him and his lungs and heart were working overtime to try in vain to keep him alive a moment longer. He’d imagined at the time that there would be more screaming but death, in the end, was turning out to be a quiet little affair. A lonely table set for one.

“Danny, Danny come on, you-you gotta slow down your breathing, just relax, for me, please,” Sam moaned, more than making up for his lack of noise. She was shaking and touching him all over, his chest, his face, his hair. Normally she jumped right into action but she had to know, deep down, that there was nothing she could do. All that was left was to watch her panic and cry, it wasn’t his favorite image.

“Vlad!” He heard Tucker scream cry into the phone, “please it’s Tucker, Danny’s dying I think. The Fentons had some new invention, something about his core, please we don’t know what to do!”

Ugh Vlad, he was probably going to be so happy Danny was on his way out. He wasn’t looking much forward to his last images being his archenemy gloating. Tucker hung up and reached down to grasp Danny’s hand so hard it hurt. “Don’t worry dude, Vlad’s coming. He knows so much about you half ghosts that you’ll be fixed up on no time.” Right, Danny was already dead. If calling Vlad, feeling like he did something, helped Tucker move on then he’d deal with it.

Danny tilted his head to the side where Sam’s fingernails were carding through his hair. It was getting harder to see with the blood pouring out of his eyes but he looked at her, and tried to memorize her face. He’d never been able to tell her how much he loved her, that any day spent with her was a blessing. Tucker too, his best bro and a part of his soul. His best friends in the whole wide world, through thick and thin. God, he was going to miss them.

“Glurk,” he said, trying to convey those feeling but the fluids in his mouth and airway made it impossible. “Blerh.”

“Shh shh shh,” Sam soothed, “it’s okay, don’t try to talk.”

“Daniel!” He heard Vlad’s voice shriek as he materialized in front of the portal. Sam and Tucker were violently pushed out the way. Danny wanted to be angry at his loved ones being taken away in his final moments but anger was for the living, he barely had the energy to breathe. This death was too long and too short all at once. He made eye contact with Vlad who all at once lost the frantic edge to his tone and and instead knelt on the floor. “Oh my dear boy. What did they do to you?”

“What is going on?” Sam demanded, shoving her way back in. Danny was glad, he could see again like this. “Why aren’t you doing something!”

“There’s nothing to be done,” Vlad said in a flat, monotone, he picked up one of Danny’s hands and patted it gently. “His core is dying, it’s like a ghost’s heart. It contains their very essence, it is from which everything they are comes from. If Jack and Maddie somehow disrupted it then there’s nothing anyone can do to save him.”

“But he’s human too,” Tucker defended, grabbing Danny’s other hand. His human warm skin burned but the contact felt so good, he twitched his fingers closer to his friend’s. “He-he doesn’t need a core, he’s already got a heart. So, so he doesn’t have powers, we can do normal again.”

“You-” Vlad hissed before taking a calming breath. “The accident that made Daniel like this irreparably altered him. His core was as much a part of keeping him alive as his other organs, without it, his body is shutting down.” Vlad turned down to look Danny in the eye and saw true, genuine grief in those hateful red eyes.

“I cannot imagine the agony you are going through, I’m so sorry. I’d say it will be over soon but,” a hitch that sounded almost like a sob if it was coming from anyone other than Vlad. “But you’ve hovered on the edge of death for years, son, and you’ve always been such a fighter. You have minutes at most but those minutes are an eternity when you’re suffering.”

Sam and Tucker’s sobbing blended together in the background, Vlad was saying something with a miserable, stunned expression. The swirling of the portal in the background seemed louder than anything, louder than his heart beat pounding and pounding as it ran it’s last race.

“Daniel, Danny,” he focused his eyes back on Vlad who had a stubborn, unhappy set to his brow. “Do you want me to make the pain stop? An ectoblast to your chest will end your life instantly.”

“Don’t you dare touch him,” Sam shrieked, coming back into view and looking like she was trying to fight Vlad off. “You do anything to him and I’ll kill you!” Tucker just sat and stared at him, like he too was trying memorize Danny’s face.

“It’s a mercy, Samantha or do you want his last moments on earth to be drowning on the blood in his lungs.”

“Sam, he has a point. I don’t- I don’t think we can fix this.”

“No! No we always fix things, I’ll do it myself if I have to!”

Danny’s vision was starting to go, more black than anything else. He closed his eyes and readied himself for the inevitable.

“Time Out,” Danny opened his eyes and found he was no longer in pain. He was standing up and apart from where he’d previously been lying. Sam had her hands in Vlad’s face and the older hybrid was snarling something at her. Tucker was midmotion trying to stand up, presumably to get Sam but the three of them were frozen in the moment. Danny turned and found Clockwork floating, looking very out of place in his parents lab. “Good evening, Danny.”

“You that short on cash that you work part time as a grim reaper?” Danny quipped out of habit. He looked down at his body and grimaced a bit, that wasn’t a pretty sight. No doubt traumatizing for Tucker and Sam. God how were they going to explain this to his parents? “Gonna ferry me across the River Styx? I don’t have two pennies but I think I have a bloodied $10 on me.”

“You’re core is dying and you have 17 seconds left in this world before all your organs give out and finish the process you began when you turned on your parent’s ghost portal,” Clockwork explained as he changed into child form.

“O-okay,” Danny said shakily, trying to be brave even when he was so, so scared. He was going out whether he wanted it or not but he refused to leave crying. “Nice of you to come say goodbye then but, uh but unless you have something to say then you should let me go back. No one knows better than me that you can’t outrun death. Thanks but I’m uh I’m ready.”

Clockwork stared at him for a bit, not sure how long, time was weird like this but he changed forms a few times. “You’re quite the remarkable young man, Danny Fenton.”

“Uh thanks,” Danny added, once more looking at his body which had, according to Clockwork, a 17 second expiration date. “What’s going to happen? Am I going to become a ghost? Does heaven or hell exist for someone like me?”

“I don’t get to decide what happens, I merely see options,” Clockwork stated easily, taking his time. “If you die naturally you’ll become ghost, a mere shadow of who you are now and one who would fade fairly quickly. You don’t have strong enough anger or regrets to tie you in the real world for long.” Not great but okay he supposed, hell for his friends and family though. “You could let Plasmius deliver his mercy kill, destroying what’s left of your ghost core and ensuring you do not come back.” Better, probably won’t help the Fruitloop’s instability but he can’t save everyone.

“That one comes with it’s own caveat but I’ll get to that in a moment,” Clockwork explained. “There is a third option where you get up off the floor and walk away.” Danny blinked then looked back at his body which certainly wasn’t walking anywhere but into a plush casket. Clockwork opened his hands and the Ghost King’s Crown materialized in his hands. “If you accept your claim to the King’s Cown, it will revitalize your core and your life would be saved.”

Danny blinked.

“By sealing Pariah Dark, you won by proxy and established a legitimate claim to the throne. The Zone has been without a king for millennia, most have forgotten the old rules. Those who remembered were not too keen on a half-ghost child assuming leadership and kept you in the dark. If Plasmius ends your life then your claim transfers over to him, which he is aware of. It had been his plan all along to trick you into defeating Pariah so he could steal the Crown from you at a later date, a much easier opponent.”

Danny’s mind was overloaded with information, he didn’t know what to focus on first. He stared at his 17 seconds from death face and tried to process it all. Crown? Claim? Vlad?

“Of course,” Clockwork tutted, “he didn’t plan on your dying and in such a gruesome fashion. If he kills you and takes your claim, he would spend his remaining years ruling the Ghost Zone in a just, controlled fashion for your memory. He destroys all the stable portals and keeps the ghost and human worlds separate.” Clockwork became and old man and titled his head, “it’s not a bad timeline, all things considered.”

“And if I take it?” Danny asked quietly.

“You’re compassionate, brave and motivated, you have all the makings of a revolutionary king,” Clockwork smiled. “The Zone would experience and unprecedented era of peace, there would be positive interactions between human and ghosts for the first time since life and death split into two. Your name would spoken with reverence for the rest of time.”

“But I don’t want to be king,” Danny frowned.

“I know, I’m sorry,” Clockwork stated. “Which is why I am giving you the choice. If you pass peacefully there will be no one to claim the Crown and life will continue on, ghost attacks and all. If Plasmius kills you, he becomes an effective but unmemorable king. If you take the Crown, you can get the chance to tell Sam and Tucker how much you love them.”

Danny rubbed at his face, he didn’t want to die but he’d be sealing away his entire future with a move like this. He didn’t even know if the Crown would let him go with death, maybe he’d die and be stuck as the Ghost King until his core finally gave out lord in who knows how long. Eternity was an awful long time to carry such a responsibility. He couldn’t bring himself to ask, too afraid of the answer.

“Is there ever a timeline I became an astronaut?” He asked instead. Clockwork hummed, seemingly unsurprised by Danny’s non-sequitur.

“Yes, in one of the few universes where you never walked into the portal. You never go into space what with human politics putting a halt on the programs but you work for NASA. You leave Amity Park at 17 and don’t come back save for your parents’ dual funeral.” He paused and Danny felt read down to his very bones, “from the moment you became half ghost you were always heading for this moment. The circumstances varied but it always came down to you and the Crown. Time is straining to continue, to see how this drama plays out. Will you accept it and all the joy and grief that comes with it?”

Danny looked over at Vlad, still mid-sneer but there was a scared desperation in his face. He and Vlad sniped at each other all the time but Danny didn’t really hate him and he didn’t think Vlad did either. Leaving him alone, plus making him be king was a heavy burden to put on his enemy.

Sam and Tuck probably wouldn’t recover from this, he’d put them through so much already but he just knew that they’d never be the same. Could he do that to them? Take the easy way out and leave them to suffer? Mom and Dad didn’t deserve to come home to a dead son, the truth would come out and they’d never forgive themselves. Jazz certainly wouldn’t, she was 2 states over at University but he could already hear her angry, grief-stricken screams.

Death, death was quiet. It was quiet and merciful and sad, but it was also easy. And Danny Fenton had never once taken the easy route. He reached out and took and the crown before shakily placing it on his head. He gasped, throwing his head back as his core swelled, taking up residence once more right next to his heart. Clockwork smiled, looking like the cat who ate the canary.

“The Crown of Fire, pardon me the Crown changes with each core, the Crown of Ice is now yours as is the Zone. Your reign begins now but so too does the rest of your life. People are waiting for you. Time in.” Danny slammed back into awareness on the floor of his parents’ lab, the floor he’d almost died on twice.

He sat up as cold radiated off his body, causing frost to crawl down his arms and along the floor. Sam, Tucker and Vlad, who’d been frozen up until now, jumped back to life. There was a new, familiar weight on his head that he didn’t dare acknowledge.

He squeezed his eyes shut and said a silent goodbye to a quiet, normal life. It wouldn’t be all bad, he could be happy like this but the Crown still felt like a iron manacle around his neck. But he got used to the ghost powers, he could get used to this too. Maybe one day he won’t look at the stars and say ‘what if?’

“Danny!” Sam shouted, throwing herself into his arms soon followed by Tucker. Their warm weight, their relieved sobs, their shaky breaths in his air, now this was something worth living for. He squeezed them tightly.

“But how dude, you were at death’s door!” Tucker asked, still not letting go.

“You accepted the Crown,” Vlad said evenly, “I wasn’t aware you even knew about your claim. Who told you?”

“You don’t know everything, Vlad,” Danny sighed, sitting himself upright. Ugh his shirt was covered in blood and ectoplasm. He needed to trash these clothes before his parents freaked. And find a way to hide the floating ice crown on his head.

“Even an old man can be surprised every now and again,” Vlad said wearily. He stood up to his full height before startling Danny by dipping down to one knee. “Then allow me to be the first to welcome my new king and wish him well.”

“I thought you wanted this,” Danny questioned.

“I do, I did,” Vlad said, unusually off balance. “To be quite honest, I’m not sure how to feel about it but, right now, I’m just immeasurably happy you’re alive, little badger. Now I best be off, enjoy your kingdom, my liege, I’ll be sure to come bother you some time soon.” Vlad disappeared in a swirl of pink leaving just him, Sam and Tucker still clinging to him.

Danny may have a kingdom, a job he didn’t want and his whole life decided in a spur of the moment choice, but he also had something very important. He squeezed his friends tightly.

“I love you guys, thank you for being my friends even though I have the worst ideas for activities. Dying? On a Sunday night? How lame is that?” Sam laughed, a bit hysterical but it was real and it made Danny feel weightless.

“Don’t do that again, buddy,” Tucker breathed into his shoulder. “So you gonna explain what just happened and why you’re apparently the Ghost King or something?”

“Yeah, yeah I will but let’s get changed first. Mom and Dad will be home soon and I think I’m going to need to have a conversation with them about my new job.”

#danny phantom #i was watching forever phantom and said 'i should kill danny' and then i fucking didn't #im obsessed with ghost king danny as end game #Im not sure this is the route I would want to go but I want him to end up woth tje crown #its bitter sweet bc its a *lifelong (possibly afterlife) commitment that he didnt get a choice in #he will be happy and he will be a good king but it wasnt his choice and he'll always regret it a little #i love clockwork but he's a bit shady and will always work in favor of the timeline #anyway happy fucking sunday bitches #have some homemade angst #also i typed this directly in tumblr and almost hit the power screen on my computer instead of backspace #god was trying to stop me from publishing but i overcame #Only did one quick edit Im too tired to care anymore #lmk if you want it on ao3

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Day 28 of @taznovembercelebration : Large, vampire

Kravitz’s zune rings, and he throws his book down onto the bed next to him and scrambles to pick it up. He checks the caller ID, and the tension that has been building inside him for the past day leaves him somewhat. He hits the answer button and puts the zune up to his ear. “Taako! Love, what happened? You never called yesterday; I was getting worried.”

He can hear Taako laugh a little breathily on the other end of the line. “Yeah, I did goof on that, but you know how adventuring is. Listen... I have to tell you something really important, but promise you won’t get upset.” He says with a hint of a quiver in his voice.

Oh no. “I mean... that’s going to depend- Hold on. First things first, are you safe?” Kravitz asks, biting his lip.

There’s a pause. “Yeah, I am now,” Taako says. “But uh... some really bad shit went down... very badly, and I’m sort of... different? Now?”

Kravitz continues to gnaw on his lip worriedly. “Different how? What’s going on?”

“I accidentally... sort of... became semi-immortal again,” Taako says in a strained voice.

Kravitz takes a beat before slowly bringing his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “What- How do you accidentally become semi-immortal, Taako?”

“Well, I uh... I was in this large cave because I got hired to clear it out, and there may have been a few more vampires than I was expecting, and maybe I should have gotten back up before trying to take all of them on, and maybe I should have used a spell slot, but it hasn’t been a year yet, and I wasn’t about to lose the bet.” Taako explains.

Kravitz is stunned into shocked silence. “You... Let me get this straight.”

“Kind of hard to do that for you and me specifically,” Taako jokes, and Kravitz groans.

“This isn’t... This isn’t a great time for jokes, babe. You went into a cave full of vampires, by yourself, and you got turned into a vampire, because you didn’t want to use a spell slot, so you can get a back rub?” Kravitz says incredulously.

“Well when you put it like that, it seems a little more ridiculous than the reality of the situation-” Taako begins, but Kravitz cuts him off.

“Babe, this is just as ridiculous as it sounds! This is serious! Why didn’t you call before going into the cave? You know that’s my entire job!”

“By the time I realized I was in over my head, I didn’t have a chance to call you because I was a little busy fighting for my life!”

“Without using magic? You’re a wizard! I would have forgiven you using magic in that context, bet be damned!” Kravitz says, jumping up from the bed.

“For one, I’m a ranger now, not a wizard,” Taako says hotly.

“Rangers cast spells too!” Kravitz says, bordering on yelling.

“For two,” Taako continues, ignoring him, “it all worked out in the end... somewhat... I mean, I’m still here and kicking. I’m just a little colder to the touch now and have some kick ass fangs.”

“You died!” Kravitz is on the verge of frustrated tears. “You’re an undead being now! I’m the Grim Reaper! It’s my job to hunt undead people down- We literally had this problem before The Raven Queen granted you clemency for dying eight times!”

“And I’m sure she’d be understanding because I’m Taako from TV, savior of all of existence, emissary of Istus, and also I’ve been dating you for over ten years.” Taako says.

Kravitz sinks back onto the bed. He puts his face in his hand and takes a minute to calm down. “Goddess I really hope so, Taako. I can’t...” He sighs. “I love you, you know that?”

“Yeah, babe, I know,” Taako says quietly.

There’s another pause. “I’m going to work this out with her, I promise. For now... Where are you? I’m going to bring you home.”

“I’m in a cave outside of Rockport in the Teeth. I’ll drop you a pin in Fantasy Google Maps.” Taako pauses. “Can we at least go collect the gold I was promised before we head home? Also, if you could bring... blood I guess? Like, any blood because I’m starving.”

Kravitz sighs again. “Yeah, I’ll stop by the butcher’s and see what I can grab for you.”

“Thank you, babe.”

“Okay, I’ll see you-”

“Oh, son of a bitch!”

“What?” Kravitz asks in confusion.

“I’m not going to be able to eat food anymore! What am I supposed to do if I can’t enjoy my own cooking? This isn’t fair!” Taako whines, and Kravitz bursts out laughing.

“Wait, so I may end up having to bring you in to see The Raven Queen because you’re a vampire now, and the thing you’re concerned about is that you can’t eat food anymore?” Kravitz asks incredulously.

“Yeah, I mean, I know you’re going to be able to work something out. You always do, but we can’t work out how I’m going to eat tacos again!” Taako says in frustration, and Kravitz laughs again.

“I’m sure we can work something out eventually, love. Okay, I’ll see you soon.” Kravitz says.

“See you. I love you, babe.”

“Love you too.” Kravitz hears a click, and the line goes dead.

Goddess please don’t kill either of them. On the bright side though, if his goddess chooses to let this be, at least Kravitz doesn’t have to worry about Taako dying on him in the future due to old age. As long as he’s careful, he can live just as long as him, Lup, and Barry. Kravitz smiles at that thought as he grabs his scythe. Maybe this could work out for the better after all.

#TAZNC #taz november celebration #taz #taz imbalance #taz imbalance spoilers #taz fanfic #taakitz #taako #taz taako #kravitz #taz kravitz #taz au #written works of Gab

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