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hypnoneghoul · 18 days

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Bones in Traction

WC: 3k

Relationship: Dewdrop/Rain, Aether, Mountain, Cirrus, Aurora, Aeon, Swiss

Tags: Transmasc Dew, Disabled Rain, Transmasc Rain, Grinding, Size Difference, Size Kink, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Come Eating, Orgasm Denial, Strap-Ons, Vaginal Sex, Fluff, Biting, Marking, Cunnilingus

Ghoul sexualizing Dewdrop's pointy hips in different ways. That's it, that's the fic.

Notes: Commissioned by @everybodyshusband!!! Most of the ideas come from this post, especially tags by @iamthecomet @foolish-iscariot @littlemoon-beam @ghoul-slime @kelthebarb @jesusbutbetterrr and felix himself. also @delusionalbitchinthehouse asked to be tagged :3

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Dewdrop’s hip bones are very prominent; it is no secret.

There aren't many options for them to be hidden—baggy pants or an oversized hoodie only, really, if he actually does want to hide them. It’s rare, the need to do so nagging at him when the mean voice in the back of his head tells him he’s too skinny; unworthy of even being called a ghoul.

Most of the time, though, they’re put on full display and Dewdrop’s pack can never get enough.

Rain is an avid enjoyer of many things sexual; there’s not many things he wouldn’t do. Because of that it surprises people to find out he has a soft spot for simple…grinding. Half the toys he owns are colorful fantasy grinders of different designs and densities; there’s just something about dragging his wet cunt back and forth over them that makes the water ghoul go a little stupid.

His body doesn’t always agree with him, though.

Sometimes he just can’t muster up the strength to work for an orgasm in such a way, sometimes the pain radiating from his joints and muscles is too strong for him to move. Laying on his back and using his hands to reverse-grind doesn’t scratch the itch quite the same, and sometimes even that is too much for him.

That’s when Dewdrop comes in.

“How do you want me, fish boy?” he asks, pressing himself against Rain’s body gently. He delivers a soft kiss to his cheek and nuzzles into it, waiting for instructions. Dewdrop can brat alright but he knows when to be a good boy and help his water ghoul.

“Can you–” Rain sighs, “your hips?”

Dewdrop doesn’t reply verbally; he just nods and slides down the bed. They are way past having to explain anything like this to each other. Rain watches with a desperate look as the fire ghoul gets rid of all his clothes—every little patch of newly revealed skin makes him breathe a little heavier.

Rain lets his legs fall to the side to accommodate Dewdrop. He knows what to do by now; he grabs them gently and pulls them up to hook around his waist. The water ghoul sighs in relief at having his legs elevated and heated up by Dewdrop’s fire ghoul body.

He stretches up to kiss Rain on his parted lips as he angles himself properly. He drops his hips slightly until the left pointy part of his ilium bone presses against the water ghoul’s damp cunt.

Rain sighs at the contact but it quickly turns into a moan when Dewdrop starts to move; dragging the sharp bone over his mate’s chubby clit.

“So good, baby, thank you,” Rain whines. His chest warms up when he sees the contented little smile on Dewdrop’s face—the fire ghoul is always happy to please his mate and get praised in return.

Once he gets Rain off, he’ll work his own cunt over the water ghoul’s thigh and make their sheets that much wetter.

Aether and Mountain are equally insane about Dewdrop’s size in comparison to them.

The latter goes crazy for the way Dewdrop looks—as if he could be snapped in half any second. It’s only the appearance, of course, but if Mountain thinks too much about it his pants will get tight anyway.

The quintessence ghoul is similar, albeit for him it’s more about being able to feel Dewdrop in that slightly strange way. The way pale skin stretches over sharp bones all over the fire ghoul’s body makes Aether’s eyes roll back into his head.

Dewdrop’s hip bones, specifically, have the most power over both Aether and Mountain.

“You’re so small, firefly,” the quintessence ghoul grunts, slowly fucking in and out of Dewdrop’s ass. Both his holes are drooling, dripping onto Aether’s cock and easing his slide. He’s so thick the fire ghoul feels filled to the very brim, unable to take more or even breathe. “So little under me, look–just look at these.”

These are, of course, Dewdrop’s hip bones. Aether grabs them, all but pinches them between his thumb and pointer finger on both sides. It feels weird, it always does—especially if he squeezes.

It’s so fucking weird, just…just holding his bones like that.

Dewdrop knows the concept shouldn’t be as hot to him as it is.

“Our little fire lily,” Mountain sighs, running his fingers through Dewdrop’s sweaty hair where he’s pillowing his head. His other hand is wrapped tightly around his own cock, stroking to the same rhythm that Aether fucks the fire ghoul in.

They’ve been at it for a while—like always, without rush. The urgency only comes when all their noises rise in pitch and volume.

The quintessence ghoul drags one of his hands from Dewdrop’s hip to his clit and rubs him to completion. He moans through it and squeezes Aether’s cock, bringing him to the edge, too.

He pulls out with a grunt just as he’s about to cum, making Dewdrop whine in overstimulation. The quintessence looks down at where the nearly purple head of his cock lays against Dewdrop’s pale skin and gives exactly one hump against one of his hip bones before he’s cumming. His cum fills the little divots by the bone and Mountain drools from where he’s watching Aether’s cock spill. He speeds up the movements of his hand around his cock and waits for the quintessence ghoul to go down from his high.

“All for you, Mount,” Aether tells him and backs up. Mountain trills happily, low in his throat, and slots his cock against Dewdrop’s shin. His head goes to the fire ghoul’s hip and he shoots the moment he lays his hand over it—it’s the way its shape fits in his palm. He leans down as he shudders through the aftershocks to lick up Aether’s cum.

“Such good boys,” he praises the both of them.

In no time Mountain will fall asleep with his cheek slotted perfectly against the curve of Dewdrop’s pointy hip bone. Aether’s hand will lay over the other one as the fire ghoul snores between them; all blissed out and happy.

Cirrus sees the fire ghoul’s bony hips as just another way for her to be cruel.

She will get him worked up with quiet words and little passing touches, promise to fuck his brains out with her biggest strap, but then–

“Cir–Cirrus, please,” Dewdrop begs. Again. “Stick it in somewhere that matters, fuck.”

“Oh, spitfire, but this is working so well!” she laughs. It’s cruel. It might be working for her considering the attached vibrator buzzing against her clit and the dildo snug inside her, sure, but the fire ghoul is in misery.

Cirrus thrusts forward again, bumping the head of the strap-on against the arch of Dewdrop’s hip bone. She didn’t put any lube on it so she could really rub the fake cock against the fire ghoul’s sensitive skin, and, indeed, she’s been torturing him for long enough that the usual pale gray turned into an irritated pinkish one.

Dewdrop has to admit Cirrus is creative when it comes to finding new methods to torture her pack.

The exaggerated noises spilling from her mouth as she works herself over on the toys against and inside her are making the pit in Dewdrop’s stomach deepen, as he only lays there with no stimulation whatsoever. He can barely bring himself to beg anymore, but he’s getting closer and closer to the point of a real sexually-frustrated breakdown.

Cirrus, as on cue, turns off her vibrator before throwing her legs over Dewdrop’s and crawling up his small form. He looks up at her with a somewhat terrified expression—one can never know what she’s really up to.

Cirrus straddles his chest and shoves another pillow under his head to get a better angle before grabbing his jaw and squeezing to forcefully open his mouth. Not like he wouldn’t open it willingly—of course he would; he and his oral fixation.

“There we go, all wide for me,” she coos as she pushes her strap into his mouth.

“That’s not–what I–meant!” Dewdrop gurgles around it, spitting out the words when Cirrus pulls back in between her thrusts.

“We gotta get it wet if you want me to stick it anywhere else, spitfire,” she sighs. The fire ghoul can’t argue with that, unfortunately. He may be plenty slick on his own, but he definitely does not want to find out what Cirrus could do to him with a dry dildo.

She fucks his mouth for a little while, cooing over him and petting his messy hair. All Dewdrop can do is stare up at her with glassy eyes and fight his gag reflex.

In no time at all Cirrus pulls out and gets off of him entirely, though. Dewdrop whines at the loss of contact, but the ghoulette returns soon enough. She grabs his ankles in one hand and lifts his legs to take a good look at his holes. Dewdrop whines at the strain on his muscles as she all but bends him in half.

“Now,” she hums, considering, “where do I stick it in, hm?”

The fire ghoul has no doubt there is a long night ahead of him.

Aurora likes to feel Dewdrop’s hip bones pressing into her soft tummy when he fucks her.

The two small ghouls love to explore many different positions, but both their favorite is a simple missionary with Aurora on the literal and technical bottom. Dewdrop clad in nothing but his harness with a decently sized pink dildo attached—the ghoulette’s favorite.

Sometimes her own hip bones will grind against his. It’s not a pleasant feeling in the slightest because of how thin the skin between them is, but it shoots something hot down both their spines anyway.

And makes Dewdrop speed up his movements to throw them over the edge.

The fire ghoul loves wandering his hands all over Aurora’s body when they have sex, especially her tits. They’re not much bigger than his own, but he doesn’t mind. Neither of them does.

Dewdrop adores laying one hand on Aurora’s own sharp hip and the other on her boob, but his favorite is simply planting his face between them or sucking one of them as his hips work. He’ll knead and suck and bite a little, leaving fang marks and hickeys all around the ghoulette’s breasts. She’ll return the favor sometimes, but it’s Dewdrop that simply has to have something in his mouth at all times and, well, who wouldn’t want pretty ghoulette tits in their mouth?

The fire ghoul mouths along the column of her throat, going down from her lips to his prize. Aurora sighs and moans and whimpers sweetly under him and it’s all music to his ears.

“Fucking me so well, Dewy,” she sighs, arching her back into Dewdrop’s touch some more, pressing their hips closer together. A quiet trill escapes his mouth at the praise and her hand gently combing through his hair as he slides back in at a perfect angle to hit the ghoulette’s sweet spot. They have each other all mapped out, outside and inside, by now.

Aurora digs her claws around Dewdrop’s ilium on both sides. She knows they’ll leave little indents, maybe even tiny wounds if she manages to pierce his skin. She’d like that and the fire ghoul would, too—she gets jealous seeing all the marks on his hips from other ghouls. Swiss’ work is always so clearly recognizable; she wants something that screams her.

She’ll come up with something, sooner or later, but for now she’ll wrap her arms around Dewdrop and squeeze to bring him closer; to feel his hips digging into hers.

Aeon’s eyes sparkle at the sight of Dewdrop’s hip bones for an entirely different reason than most of their packs’.

To the young quintessence ghoul they are just…cool.

His own are quite prominent, too, but he’s not interested in them in the slightest. No, it’s Dewdrop’s hip bones that he loves. Aeon has never explained it; said he doesn’t know how. He just loves touching them whenever he can.

In the morning when Dewdrop comes down to the kitchen with a low slung sweatpants and stretches with a yawn.

During a rehearsal when he simply has to rub himself against the fire ghoul’s back and shove his hands under his arms and guitar just to squeeze them.

In the evening when they fuck; no matter the position Aeon’s hands will always find their way to Dewdrop’s hips.

At night when they sleep, cuddled up—all but tangled—together, the quintessence ghoul holding them like a beloved stuffed animal.

“Why do you love them so much?” Dewdrop asks one time. He and Aeon have been watching a movie in his bed; it has ended ages ago, but neither had or has any willpower to move away and put something else on. They’re snuggled up, both purring loudly, so it’s understandable.

Aeon, of course, sneaked his hand under Dewdrop’s sweatpants a while ago and has been absentmindedly rubbing his hip bone all that time.

“Dunno,” he shrugs, “but they’re a part of you so…that’s enough for me.”

If the young quintessence ghoul can feel how Dewdrop’s body gets hotter at his words, he doesn’t mention it. It's insane how much love Aeon still has inside him.

“I love you, too,” the fire ghoul says, trying his best to hide how flustered he is. Aeon hums in acknowledgement and leans up to place a lazy kiss just under Dewdrop’s jaw. They’re both so warm and soft, any more movement feels like too much.

It’s quiet—apart from their purring—for the next…while. Time doesn’t matter in the slightest, they’re enjoying the laziness.

Aeon is a sweet ghoul, despite everything that has happened to him. He’s not even aware how admirable he is; having gone through so much and still being capable of affection, of laughing and smiling, of purring in another’s arms.

Dewdrop doesn’t praise him nearly enough, scared of his own feelings, but in moments like this he has no filter.

“You’re so brave, bug,” he mumbles. Aeon perks up with a little questioning hum, but the fire ghoul doesn’t offer an explanation; he just goes on. “So sweet and caring and soft. I love you so much, you know that? I know I’m harsh sometimes and I blame it on my past, but–but you are the purest creature there is. I was scared to let you in, but now I can’t imagine my—our—life without you here.”

Aeon’s stunned. It’s not the first time he’s been told similar things, but he’s never gotten better at accepting them. His purrs get lower and deeper and he snuggles in even closer to Dewdrop, wrapping himself all around him and digging his fingers into his hips.

Maybe it's just Aeon’s love language and one does not question that.

Swiss gets absolutely feral about Dewdrop’s hips, as he tends to do about many things that wouldn’t be typically considered sexual. He always blames it on his multi ghoul nature.

Anything that comes to mind that could be highlighted about the fire ghoul’s hips—Swiss loves it. The way they feel against his own stomach when they fuck, the way they feel under his hands when he eats the fire ghoul out, the way they look when he lays breathless in their nest.

When in an unexpected heat on stage once, Swiss dared to run up to Dewdrop and put his hands on him as he rubbed his cock against his ass. To most it looked like the multi ghoul was aiming for Dewdrop’s junk—whatever the fans think he’s got—but the truth is he craved to grab his hips.

Yes, Swiss really enjoys them and, most of all, he loves marking them up.

He’ll take any opportunity to suck at the thin skin covering the bones and turn them purple, to pierce it with his fangs and watch a thin trail of blood flowing down the sharp side.

“Swiss, Swiss, oh–fuck,” Dewdrop moans, clenching on the multi ghoul’s tongue. Swiss’ big hands are placed over his hips; using them as handles and to keep the other from wriggling too much. He hums against the fire ghoul’s cunt and it goes straight to his clit—making his first orgasm of the night wash over him. “Cumming–oh, fuck, shit, ah!”

Swiss smirks—always proud of himself. He’s going to give Dewdrop a moment for the overstimulation to pass, for him to rest a bit before they go again—it was only the beginning, Swiss didn’t even touch himself yet. This gives him a perfect little moment to move up and put him mouth on Dewdrop’s hip bones instead.

“There’s my girls,” he mutters before kissing first one and then the other pointy bone. Dewdrop would laugh or roll his eyes if the aftershocks of his orgasm weren’t still making him tremble. Ages ago he would have thought that by ‘my girls’ Swiss meant the fire ghoul’s tiny tits, but…well.

Swiss latches his mouth onto one of his hip bones and sucks, teasing it with his fangs and tongue, and scratching the skin around them with his stubble. Dewdrop squirms under him, muttering something incomprehensible under his breath. Swiss doesn’t care much; it’s his play time.

By the time he leaves one side of the fire ghoul’s hips a deep red and purple and moves on to make the other match, Dewdrop is wiggling for an entirely different reason.

“Okay, fuck, enough,” the fire ghoul breathes out, “‘m ready, get it in. Fuck me.”

Well, how could Swiss say no to such a pretty request? He grins and obliges; only once satisfied with how his hip bones are looking, though.

Everyone’s love for Dewdrop’s hip bones is certainly a little strange, but what matters is that it comes down to one thing: the whole pack loving their fire ghoul just the way he is, even if he doesn’t always love himself.

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elizabebabe · 2 months

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𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 ೀ 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡: you're scouted for love island and you and your manager think of it as a business opportunity but what happens when you actually want to find love?, you're in for the summer of your life.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫: 4

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: use of y/n.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3k!

𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬: sorry this took so long, been busy with real life stuff, love you all and thank you for the support on the last chapter! I typically re-read twice but I've only done it once so forgive me for if there's any mistakes. <3

‘ding’,

he looks back down at his phone, “please pick a girl for your first date and get ready to leave the villa.”

he pauses, “y/n, would you like to go on a date with me?” the girls cheer and most of the guys, romeo staying quiet.

“mhm” you mutter.

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you peeled a bit of slime off your shoulder as you walked upstairs, you were called to the beach hut and prepared to share your thoughts.

you walked into the room, closing the door behind you then sitting down, adjusting the red bikini that hugged you tightly.

“how was the challenge?” the questions starting quickly.

“it was fun, i feel really gross though.”

“you didn’t seem to enjoy that kiss with romeo, how so?” the deep voice continues.

you sigh, putting your knee up on the chair, “i feel guilty.” you pause, “i mean.” you quietly grunt, “i don’t know, i feel bad for chris and romeo, i feel like i’m playing them.”

“i think my feelings are leaning towards chris more so i think that's where the guilt is coming from.” you continue.

“how do you feel about chris’s kiss.?”

“it was sweet, however i wouldn't have minded if he kissed me on the lips.”

“and finally, how do you feel about your date?”

you giggle, “i’m nervous but excited, he’s easy to chat to so it’ll be fine.”

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you strip out of the bikini and walk under the warm water, scrubbing slimy sludge off your skin, layering soap on top and shaving a few stubborn hairs.

the water streamed down your back fogging up the shower door.

you stepped out, quickly wrapping a white towel around your body and walking into the makeup room, it was twilight out, the sun being soon to set, you sat at your vanity as kaia left the room to hop in the shower next, the rest of the girls already getting ready for the evening.

“how do you feel, y/n?” abby asks the moment you sit down.

“i’m excited, like i really like him.” you say with a quiet squeal as you pick up the primer on your vanity.

clair smiles, “so happy for you.” she says, grabbing your attention.

“i have news.” she continues.

you quickly look in her direction, everyone else following behind you.

“i like robert more, i'm telling aidan tonight.”

abby cheers her on.

“hell yeah!” abby exclaims.

“you guys are nice together.” leah adds as you nod your head in agreement.

you can tell she feels validated since her lips curved into a cheerful smile. you move your lips over your water bottle, taking a sip between steps.

“how you doin’ abby?” you question.

“i don’t know, cade’s being a bitch right now.” she comments in a serious tone, ‘bitch’ taking you all by surprise making you chuckle.

“damn.” clair states.

“i’m gonna pull him tonight and ask what his problem is.” she says, standing up and walking to her open wardrobe.

“you alright leah?” clair asks, as she brushes her thick curls.

“fine, had a good chat with cyrus earlier but kaia is pissed.” she tossed her hair behind her.

“as she should be!” abby shouts, her mind focused on finding an outfit.

“you didn’t have to yell.” you giggle.

you quickly style your hair then get up and walk to your closet, sorting through your designs,

“you should wear that dress.” clair shares her input, pointing towards it with her makeup brush.

you grab the pointed at hangar and pull it out,

it was red, long and backless, you had some stilettos that you thought would pair nicely. you quickly lotioned up and changed, sliding the heels onto your feet and observing yourself in the mirror.

“gorgeous.” abby says as she watches you in the mirror.

“okay, i'm going!” you say nervously.

multiple ‘byes’ leave different mouths, you slowly walk down the stairs and towards the front door,

chris is waiting there, he's dressed in all black which happens to compliment your red attire.

“you waited this whole time?” you question walking up to him.

“mhm and it was worth it.” he says, successfully flattering you.

you share a quick hug before walking out the door and to the car waiting in the gravel driveway.

you approach a cliff over open water, there's a table waiting for you both with candles delicately placed around the setting, the sundown starting at a perfect time, it was beautiful.

he pulls the chair out for you and you quickly sit down, adjusting your snug fitted dress, he sits across from you.

“how are you?” he asks, grabbing the wine bottle off the table as well as a corkscrew.

“i’m good.”, “happy.” you continue, fidgeting with the utensils on the table.

he angels the corkscrew slightly and pops the cork.

“i’m glad.” he mentions, pouring the red wine into your glass, then serving himself.

he places the bottle down finally making eye contact with you, you can’t help but giggle, he does the same.

“so today, the kiss.” you comment as you pick up your wine glass.

“mhm?” he intently listens.

“you didn’t kiss me.” you say awkwardly swirling the wine then taking a sip.

he scoffs with a smirk,

“i technically did..” he says playfully, earning a sideways look from you.

“there was slime everywhere, everyone was watching, it just didn’t seem like an appropriate time.” you nod your head as you cut into a piece of chicken laid out on the plate in front of you.

“plus i really like you and i want to take things slowly.” he hesitates but also gesturing with his hands, awaiting your response.

“that’s nice.” you say after a bit of silent chewing.

“i like slow.” you continue, making both of you snicker.

he picks up his glass and takes a sip, “romeo.” he states, making you look up from your plate.

“how are things going with him?” he adds.

your manicured hand picks up your glass, “i don’t know..” you’re purposely elusive, wanting to leave him in the dark. sure you liked him more but you didn’t want him to know that, not until you were sure about him.

he puts the glass down, “don’t know.” he slowly nods, cupping his hand on his face, glaring at you.

his gaze felt intense.

your eyes darted around looking towards the scenery, how the sundown colors melted together, how the waves below crashed into each other.

“y/n.” he says seriously, catching your attention.

“i need to know that if i picked you it would be okay.” he continued sternly but also softly?

you smirk then bite your tongue, “it would be okay.” you hesitate, not wanting to put all your cards on the table.

“great.”

“so tell me more about you, i know you’re 21, have your own business, you’re family oriented, what else should i know?” he adds.

you smile, even though it felt like the bare minimum it was nice that he remembered all these things about you, “hm..” you think.

“what do you want to know?” you carried on.

“more about your job, i love that you paved your own path so to speak.” he doesn't take a beat to reply, it must have been heavy on his mind.

“well i started when i was 19 which was incredibly hard but my best friend, rhia, she really backed me

…and my parents helped float my rent”, you say embarrassedly.

“that’s so sweet.” he comments with a mouthful of chicken, usually this would be an ick but it was cute when he did it.

“i basically sketch my designs, create them, then ship them, i hope to have a huge empire or somethin’” you say shyly.

he smiles. “you’re so cute.” you say resting your elbow on the table and placing your head on your palm.

you watch the blood rush to his cheeks from the compliment, “thank you.” he nervously looks down.

he pushes his chair back with his legs and stands up, he walks towards you and pulls out your chair.

you stand up, patting your dress down and adjusting your mic, he places his hands around you, slithering to your lower back, your tidy hands quickly wrap around his neck, reciprocating the tight hug.

before you knew it his hands slipped a bit lower but you didn't mind, rubbed up and down your body as you patted his back.

you slowly pulled away knowing your date was over, “who do you want me to bring for you..?” you comment quietly.

“oh sorry, what was that?” he rubs the date in your face.

“you heard me.” you gently and playfully push him.

he smiles, placing his hand on his chin.

“leah.” he states then winks at you.

you scoff, “whatever.” you do your best ‘strut’ away, giving him a nice view before his second date and heading to your ride back to the villa.

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you stepped into the villa doors, the only sound heard were your stilettos hitting the ground, you walked towards the backyard and noticed the girls on the swing and the boys at the fire pit, “i’m back!” you shouted, gaining the attention of everyone else.

they cheered in response and walked towards you, you shared hugs with the girl and boys,

even though you weren’t gone for long you missed them. once you were greeted you pulled the girls for a chat at the fire pit as the boys stayed in the kitchen.

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you adjusted yourself as you sat down, getting a good look at the girls you noticed their sad demenurs, abby’s smudged eyeliner, “what happened?” you quickly comment.

“how was your date?” abby hurriedly states, changing the topic.

you're a bit wary but decided if abby insisted it would be a good idea, “it was good, leah, chris picked you for his second date.” you swiftly mention.

she looks surprised, “ok.” she stands up, rearranging her dress and walking towards the kitchen, then through the doors.

“we just get on really well and the chemistry is there.” you continue with a smile, the girls rally, they all seem genuinely excited for you, you give them details but can’t help but sense a weird vibe around the villa.

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you were in the kitchen, drinking water straight from your bottle, you headed inside in an attempt to find where the girls ran off, you noticed kaia and aidan having a chat in the living space but you headed upstairs to find clair and abby.

you carefully walked up and heard sniffles from upstairs, you walked towards the noise, and quickly realized it was coming from the makeup room, you walked in and noticed abby sitting at her vanity re-applying concealer with clair right next to her.

“what’s wrong?” you speedily ask as you fully walk into the room.

“cade and her fought.” clair answers for her.

you walk around clair and sit on the other empty stool next to abby, “what!?,

you okay?”

“i’ll be fine.” she chokes through her words, continuing with a loose smile on her face as she looks at you.

“what happened?” you say worry lining your voice.

“he was upset about me kissing chris.” she begins to tear up again, “but it was a game.” you hesitatingly reply.

“that’s what i said.” abby says wiping under her eyelids,

“you missed a lot.” clair starts, earning a concerned face from you.

“kaia and cyrus also went at it.”

“holy shit” you rub your hand on abby's back, up and down in soothing motions.

“i just feel embarrassed.” she cries.

“no, no.” you hurriedly say.

“don’t be.” clair comments.

“i shouldn’t be crying. i met him yesterday.” she mopes.

“it’s okay to cry, you guys have something special.” you reply.

“and he knows that, it’s gonna be okay.” you continued, clair nods her head.

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after sitting with abby for a while you all headed back outside, you grabbed a champagne sitting on the counter and tasted it, this with the mix of the wine bubbled in your tummy.

you were sitting on the kitchen counter talking with aidan, he expressed him and clair calling it quits and his good conversation with kaia before your shoulder was tapped on, you turned to see romeo.

he pulled you to the fire pit, the heat keeping you cozy and warm.

“how was it.” he didn’t phrase it like a question, it was a statement.

“it was good, jus waitin to hear about leah and him.” you calmly comment, bringing the glass you held steady in your hand to your lips.

“you should definitely explore that.” he says monotony.

your head turns, why the sudden push towards him?

“i will.” you state, standing up and walking back to the kitchen, leaving him seated.

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you are sitting at the bean bags with abby and clair when you hear shouts coming from the door, they’re back, her arm was linked with his, internally lighting you on fire.

she made a beeline towards us and kaia came quickly behind, you all walked to your favorite spot, the swing.

you adjusted your long dress as you sat down, “how was it?” kaia asks.

“good, he’s sweet.” she states.

you smile, nodding your head as she shares details about the date, just him being a gentleman but also shedding light on his connection with you which earns a cheesy smile.

“i just think romeo’s more my type.”, “sorry.” she quickly continues.

“that’s fine.” you smile.

your conversation was interrupted by a loud ring from the bean bags, chris stands up, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

“chris, the time has come for you to choose which girl you want to couple up with,

all islanders must gather at the fire pit.” he continues, “#absoulutesteal, #allsfairinloveandwar.”

“shit.” cade comments.

you all walk over to the fire pit, chris stands ahead of it, beginning his speech.

he blows out air, “i’ve come in and been placed in a position where i have to ‘steal’ a young lady from a fine gentleman and that’s definitely been tough.”

you squirm in your seat, nervousness taking over you.

“i’m gonna have to end a coupling which i'm sorry about.” he smirks in a way that contradicts his comment.

“the reason why i’m picking this girl is because she's really sweet, she’s funny and she is someone who i can listen to unconditionally and that means a lot to me since i don't shut up.” he giggles, making everyone chuckle.

“obviously she’s gorgeous and just all around a nice girl, so.. the girl i want to couple up with is…”

…..

“y/n!” he exclaims, smiling towards you, you stand up and walk towards him sharing a quick hug before standing beside him, his arm glides around your shoulder.

you jump from a sudden ding, romeo takes his phone out of his pocket.

“got a text.” he states calmly.

“romeo, you are now single. at the end of the week all islanders will take part in a re-coupling. the boy not picked to be in a couple will be dumped from the island.” everyone lightly gasps, you look at chris.

“#un-koala-fied.” you notice chris’s attempt to hold his laugh, resulting in a low snicker.

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the re-coupling was over and it was time for bed, you had a long day and were ready for a potential cuddle in your new coupling.

all of you girls stacked up in the makeup room, using cotton pads to remove your makeup, you slid out of your tight dress and grabbed a pair of black shorts, you threw an oversized shirt over your head.

“leah, who are you leaning towards?” kaia asks as she lifts her top over her head.

“romeo, we kissed on the terrace earlier.” she says nonchalantly, making your head snap up from your mirror.

“is there anything else i missed? damn.” you comment with a giggle.

“sorry.” she replies.

“don’t be, i'm happy for you!” you lightly exclaim, adjusting your mic around your neck.

there was commotion in both dressing rooms, you walked to the hall then the bathroom to brush your teeth, robert was already using mouthwash.

“hi” quickly left your mouth when you saw him, “hello!” he cheerfully responded, making you smile. you grabbed the tube of toothpaste from yesterday and laid a bit of it on your toothbrush, gently brushing in circles.

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it was time for a nightly catch up so you groggily headed to the beach hut, ready to dish out your thoughts.

“how was your date?”

“it was good, so beautiful, probably the best date i've been on.” you easily reply.

“what do you think about what you’ve missed when you were gone?”

“holy shit.”

“apparently kaia and cyrus aren’t speaking and cade’s sleeping outside on a daybed, so hopefully everyone clears things up tomorrow, i don’t want there to be bad vibes in the villa week one.” you continue.

“what about romeo and leah?”

you giggle knowing this was going to be brought up to you.

“happy for them.” you smile.

“and your new coupling?”

“i’m excited to sleep, maybe cuddle?” you insist.

you speedily finished up in your tired haze, then walked down the steps with the rest of your fellow islanders.

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chris jumped in the bed, scattering the sheets.

your water bottle was in your crutches as you took tiny sips, “can i have some?” he said as you got closer to him, taking a seat on the opposing side of the bed, “sure.” you hand it to him as he slides the nozzle between his lips.

“thanks” he giggles, passing it back to you, you look around the room noticing romeo alone in the bed you once shared, you feel bad even though he had a sneaky kiss.

you placed your water down after a few quick sips and lifted your legs onto the bed, laying your head back comfortably.

you turned on your side to face chris, “you okay?” he calmly asks.

“mhmh” you hum.

he puts his hand on your waist pulling you closer to him, you oblige, nuzzling closely to him.

everyone quiets down again, followed by the lights turning off.

you peacefully drifted off, tossing and turning in your sleep, chris having no problem with continuing cuddles even with all of your movements.

what will this new coupling bring? find out next time on love island…

is it crazy to say this feels like a filler chapter?, I personally cannot wait till we get later into the weeks, casa amor will be very interesting.. :) when we travel to places (date's, challenges) i'll keep up with the whole visual thing, i think that definitely helps.

#zabe's finest pieces 👚#the sturniolo triplets #sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #chris x reader #matt x reader #zabebabe

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do u have hq fic recs . actually u can rec stuff that has stuff from where i havent gotten to yet as well js tell me and i’ll like read them later. but yeah

man do i have fic recs. fuck my life. a lot of them are for when you get further in the story/finish but i'm sure there are some in my bookmarks that are ok to read where you are right now. stars next to my favorites of all time.

OK TO READ RIGHT NOW:

tan lines – deanpendragon tsukiyama, 18k, rated t (although i personally would rate it m) once you finish the tokyo training camp arc i cannot recommend this more. it's like dlc for said arc. sweet, summery tsukiyama. there's a scene in which they get each other off in chapter nine so that's something to be aware of. campfire in your chest – deanpendragon tsukiyama, 74k, rated m (i read this so long ago i forget if it gets more explicit than that. there is a sex scene though) classic slow burn tsukiyama. kei's a big idiot.

stay, stay, stay – deanpendragon kagehina, 28k, rated t companion piece for the above fic!!!! so cute ! i love them! even if you're ahead for a bit, i will catch up – ghostpot kuroken, 4k, rated g classic krkns...i don't have much to say teach me the way home – icespyders kuroken, 22k, rated t KRKN ON TRAINS !!!!!!!!

sister's day – interconnected_3 tanaka siblings, 6k, rated t sweet sibling relationship :( made me really emotional. also, rads recommending me this way back when was the start of our friendship!

the certain things we lack – deanpendragon tsukiyama, 89k, rated m toxic relationship divorcecore. love cannot save you. makes me kind of sick jupiter at 3:33 a.m. – deanpendragon tsukiyama, 37k, rated t college au, reunions, etc...

the walk home – skiecas ☆ kuroken, 42k, rated t literally the krkn bible. cannot sing this thing's praises more. MUST-READ!!!!!

wags and whiskers – deanpendragon tsukiyama & kuroken, collectively 45k, rated t linking the whole series. yamaguchi works at a pet store and tsukishima works at the neighboring music store! very summery, cute, and FUN. so much fun.

daisy rings and frivolous things (i am deliriously in love with you) – gabstar bokuaka, 15k, rated t soooooo super sweet like cavity-causing sweetness.

READ ONCE YOU'RE FURTHER ALONG: (this section is for non-spoilery fics, you just don't know the characters)

silly love songs – batman atsuhina, 12k, rated t wedding planner atsumu! so silly and sweet. the people of tumblr don't know how ill i act about ao3 user batman.

low risk lap – batman kurotsuki, 18k, rated e (SO EXPLICIT) formula 1 au i mentioned in the tags of that one ferrari kageyama fanart. note that i HATE this ship with a burning passion. this ship is covered in the slime and i despise it so much. that being said. ao3 user batman—your favorite fic author's favorite fic author—loves them. and she has RANGE. silly, sexy, thought-provoking, heartbreaking, and everything in between—all this, she can write. thus i have the weirdest parasocial relationship with batman. radish knows every ugly detail. this fic in particular is so batshit funny and sexy and i can't help but love and hate it at the same time. THIS FIC IS SO GOOD AND IM NEVER GOING TO READ IT AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!

every lover in the form of stars – starstrikes sakuatsu, 51k, rated t produce 101 au baby !!!!! idols!!!! reads like you're watching a survival show.

soda can blues – kitouma sunaosa, 1k, rated t short and sweet I LOVE YOU SNOS

everything is blue – hatsuna semishira, 3k, rated t first hatsuna of the list, baby...

take care when you fall – perennials kuroken, 1k, rated g read once you've read ch 318 !

pas de deux – hatsuna sakuatsu, 19k, rated t dancer sakusa :) one of hatsuna's best!

you never have to wander, wonder – sieges sunaosa, 22k, rated t buzzfeed worth it fusion. i come back to this one a lot! probably my fav snos, but i need to read more fics of them.

READ ONCE YOU'RE FINISHED WITH THE MANGA:

infatuation – spells atsuken, 7k, rated t I OWE ATSUKEN AN APOLOGY I WAS UNFAMILIAR WITH THEIR GAME!!!!!!!!!! obsessed with this kenma

1000 backyard pools – hatsuna hinata siblings, 25k, rated t natsu-focused hinata sibs relationship study

THE FRANKLY ALARMING AND HIGHLY UNNATURAL ORDER OF THINGS IN THE MSBY BLACK JACKALS' PRESENT-DAY UNIVERSE – perennials atsuhina, 8k, rated t frankly ao3 user perennials never misses with the buffoonery they somehow spin into evocative gold. i'm convinced they're an alchemist of some sort. quarantine fic.

the contest between – batman ☆ osaaka, 75k, rated e (skippable sex scene) the tcb i mention on here sometimes that i'm sure radish is tired of hearing about. genuinely rewrote my brain chemistry. fic i sent to my creative writing teacher in an email with the subject line "my inspiration." a masterclass in vision and translating it through writing. surprisingly political commentary on dining and accessibility disguised as anime fanfiction. i think about this one all the time. there is some fire fanart too. read this. please.

in another castle – thehoyden ☆ kuroken, 19k, rated e (skippable sex scenes, except the last scene before the epilogue is a sex scene..) #1 kuroken real estate fic in my heart. very domestic and quiet, as is their relationship. tastes like konbini food.

i'm finally somewhere that i have to be – ghostpot kuroken, 6k, rated t KUROKEN REAL ESTATE WINS AGAIN!

your leg my leg your arm my arm – batman kagehina, 1k, rated t makes me kind of crazy.

san'yō expressway, 6:17 pm – yamabato sakuatsu, 8k, rated t plays out like a movie. very vivid. eight thousand words, and every one of them is vital.

the banyan trees are – hatsuna hiruhoshi, 9k, rated t hawaii ! so lovely. hatsuna paints this beautiful image of oahu, soft and cerulean blue at the edges, and places hiruhoshi at its center. this is how you use epithets well. in my top three hatsuna fics, if not number one.

little beast – perennials gen, 3k, rated g the only fic that's made me cry to date. an ode to haikyuu in its entirety.

northern downpour – hatsuna sakuatsu, 18k, rated t the atsumu rain fic. it's been a while since i read this, but it came at a time i really needed it.

i wish to live in a world – hatsuna ☆ sakuatsu (NOT SHIP-FOCUSED), 18k, rated t THE coming of age komori-centric fic. so fucking good. just. oh my god.

everything is old is new is old is new again – hatsuna ☆ hanamakki, 16k, rated t on premature grief, but more importantly, on love. makes me cuckoo bananas

dog eat dog eat dog world – perennials sakuatsu, 8k, rated t staple skts fic tbh

winterstory: or how the boy king fished the sun out of the sky – perennials kagehina, 2k, rated t kageyama tobio the boy that you are.

sky scraper – perennials gen, 1k, rated g ao3 user perennials just has a gift for scooping out one's insides idk what else to say

#took me a horribly long time to compile my apologies

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darling-i-read-it · 1 year

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Survivor's Guilt Part 2

Part 1

Chris Redfield x fem!reader, Ethan Winters x fem!reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: angst on ethans side, re7 spoilers, canon violence (zombies, horror, guns), cheating kind of, near death experiences..i think thats it

Author’s Note: I felt like this story led organically towards Chris though that does not mean I don’t love Ethan to death. I felt unsure about the ending but am glad I was able to write a part 2 because people have been asking about it!

Tagging: (i hope you guys dont mind I’m tagging you but you seemed interested in a second part!) @godihatethiswebsite @undeadfreak47 @hexaecana @elysiaaaaaaa

Summary: You and Chris search for Ethan in the ship and old feeling resurface.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

Chris’s voice was even when he spoke, even when he was scared. Especially when he

was scared. There was no point in making everyone else react to something if he could just keep that all pent up, make everyone think he had it under control. Your face was so wide with terror, the kind he had never seen plastered on your face before. He didn’t recognize it on your features but he recognized it. He knew it from the civilians he helped, those that were so worried about their loved ones that they would do anything to see them safe. The look in your eyes dripped with self sacrifice. He wondered if he looked like that when he was with you. He wondered if despite what he thought, he looked like that even now, following you around and blocking you from danger.

You had lost Ethan. Lost him in the house, on the ship. You were stuck walking around a shipwreck that was too large to case, too large to fully understand.

Chris was trying his best to make you feel like he had it under control. He would find Ethan, return him back to you, never see you again. The more time he spent alone with you the less that became a priority so he was eager to forget this ever happened. Forget it happened for the sake of his sanity. Forget that there was likely a life where you and he were happy and normal and domestic.

Even when you brushed past him in the tight hallways of the ship, he longed for your touch.

“If Ethan’s here then so is Mia,” you muttered. Your voice was barely above a whisper. It sounded so loud but you were trying to ensure it didn’t echo down the hallway. You could never be sure that there wasn’t something watching you.

“Eveline too,” Chris said, just as quietly. You were both tense as you walked around a corner. Chris hadn’t put his gun down in ages. It was starting to leave imprints in his gloved hands.

“It’ll be a party,” you muttered. Your eyes caught a glimpse of something on the ground. You rushed forward in the near darkness to find a knife, a lot like the ones left at the Baker house. It had dark blood smeared on the tip. There was nobody to accompany it.

“You think it’s Ethan’s?” he questioned, looking over your shoulder. You shrugged.

“Could be. Could be Mia’s.” You pocketed it. You kept walking. Chris followed you, watching your six like his life depended on it. You glanced back at him. “How did things get like this? When I left, all the monsters were tangible. I could see them coming for me. Now we’re here with slime on the walls?”

"There's some sort of hive mind,” he explained. “There’s too much to tell you now. You’ll just have to trust me when I say it’s evolved.”

“Yeah well, I can tell that it’s evolved. But how?”

“We don’t know.”

“You’ve been knee deep in this for so long and you still don’t know the reason it’s all happening? Is it Umbrella? Is it the world finally caving in?” You turned around to look at him. He almost ran into you. “Pretend I’m a civilian asking you these questions. How do you answer them? How do you tell people that you can be a perfectly nice family out in the middle of nowhere and still be targeted by something beyond your control?” His jaw set. Your eyes had adjusted to the dark so much so that you could see Chris’s stubble. You could see the look in his eyes, the challenge.

He took the words as an insult. He took you being here, as an insult. He had done so much to protect you just for you to end up in the same place you would’ve even if he had kept you by his side.

“Umbrella started something and they don’t know how to finish it,” he said finally. “But the world has assured us that there are other forces at work here. Eveline is not exactly an Umbrella creation.” You shook your head.

“Of course not. Because that would be too easy. You defeat the big bad and it always comes back with more heads right?” You shook your head. “I’m sorry I’m coming at your throat. I just never thought I would be here again.” You had been comforted with the knowledge that people like Chris were out there protecting you. That was the only reason you let yourself go.

“The world isn’t exactly fair.”

“It never has been.”

Your eyes lingered on his. Remembering what it was like to touch him. Remembering what he looked like in the morning, the sun on his face, a gentle smile on his lips, a chaste kiss on your skin. The very thought made you angry. You had left all of this to have a life you weren’t even allowed to have anymore.

It didn’t matter if Ethan lived through this or not. You would be right back where you had started years before. In danger. Always.

There was a bang in the room before you. You turned around, gun raised again. It sounded like something hard had hit something metal. The conversation was over once again and you were back.

You slowly slipped back into the you that understood how to use this gun well. The rust was chipping off. You were a soldier again. Had you ever stopped? Had your life with Ethan been anything except a distraction from who you really were? Had you been pretending this whole time to be something you knew you could never have?

You shoved the door open.

Mia stood at the end of the room. There was a large pipe surrounded by grated walkways. She was facing you. Even though she was hidden by her dark hair, you recognized her instantly. She was swaying a bit, twitching.

“Mia,” you prodded. Her neck twitched. You saw an eye peek from behind her hair. “Mia, please put your hands in the air.” She didn’t make any movement, indicating that this was the Mia that took your boyfriend's hand off. Your face hardened as you approached her, gun raised, wondering if Ethan was already dead. “Mia.”

She lunged at you without saying anything. She threw no insults, she didn’t bother to pretend. She just lunged. You shot at her but it only momentarily stopped her. It was like you had thrown a ball at her shoulder instead of a bullet. You kept shooting, even though it was doing effectively nothing. She reached you, hands on your sides with inhuman strength.

You could hear Chris moving. You had never been more glad you had called him. You struggled with Mia, her snarls biting at air. You kicked her, you scratched at her, you used everything you could remember from training.

She was thrown off you.

You scurried away, backing away. You grabbed your gun which you had lost in the scuffle. You aimed it well, hitting her head in a clean shot. It went through her eye and out the other side. She stumbled.

Someone was picking you up. You grabbed them, allowing them to help you to your feet. You recognized Chris as you stood against him, still shooting at her until the clip was empty. Your breathing was ragged and angry and worried.

She fell to the ground.

You knew she wouldn’t be down long. You had to leave. You had to lock her in this room and burn the place down.

Chris did the thinking for you. He had your arm in his hand, dragging you past her and out of the room. He shut the door behind him, pushing down on the handle. He broke it.

You stared at the clouded window and felt a pang of guilt mixed with anger. She was the reason you were here. Now she was going to die, infested by a virus that wasn’t her.

You were still holding on to Chris. You might’ve stopped for a moment but now your hand was back on his arm, your brain blurry with thoughts. He looked down at you, eyes meeting.

“Are you okay?”

You didn’t think about kissing him. You just did it.

Your lips were on his and it felt like home. It felt like you had never left, like you had kissed him yesterday and you would kiss him tomorrow. It was filled with the emotion of every single year you had been apart, by everytime you wondered if he was dead in a ditch, everytime you got drunk and swore not to think about him.

His strong hands were so gentle when they held you.

Though passionate, the kiss was short lasting.

You pulled away and your eyes stayed shut for a moment, pretending you were home with him, like you had never left. Then they were open again and the nightmare remained.

There was no regret in his eyes. There was no regret in yours. It was a mutual feeling, broken only by the duties of soldiers who had loved each other for a little too long. The bucket had overfilled and tipped over.

“We have to find Ethan,” he reminded you.

Ethan.

Guilt hit you like a truck. He could be dead. You looked forward, giving no other words to justify or break what had just happened. Chris let you be, let the kiss hang in the air.

Ethan was not far. Chris had called for backup when you entered the ship and his friends arrived just in time. You helped Ethan finish off Eveline and were shot out of the ship, landing hard back in the outside world. Chris’s people carried you away in a helicopter as the nightmare of the Baker house erupted in flames. What had been a horror was now nothing but a burnt part of the map, something people would merely whisper about.

Chris brought you back to where the BSAA had set up camp.

You had a hand in Ethan’s. He looked exhausted. There was something off about the look in his eyes but you couldn’t place it and you didn’t feel like asking him about it. Questions like that came later, when you were less tired and more hydrated.

“I’m sorry I lost the cars,” he muttered. He was sitting on the makeshift hospital bed. There was no one else there. People had gone to try and find Lucas, who had been lost in the fire and not confirmed dead. You were sitting in a chair beside him, in silence.

“It’s okay,” you whispered. “I’m sorry about Mia.” He took a deep breath. He did not tell you it was okay.

“We’re gonna bring in the best medical help,” Chris explained. He watched as Ethan’s hand left yours. “Doctors are coming in right now to look you both over.”

“What about you?” you questioned. “You were in there, just the same as me.”

“I’ll get looked at. I have to go with my team back in and find Lucus.” Your jaw hardened.

“The work doesn’t end,” Ethan observed. He understood why you left.

“By yourself?” you questioned.

“I’m a big boy,” he promised you. You purse your lips, glancing at Ethan. You had no idea the world was this bad. You had no idea it had gotten so much worse since you left the job.

“Let me go with you.” He shook his head.

“Absolutely not.”

“No.” Him and Ethan spoke over each other. You gave Ethan a look.

There was something in your eyes that he didn’t recognize. He wondered if he had lost you the second he left your house without telling you. Had that been the breaking point in your relationship? Did relationships survive things like this?

Yours and Chris’s did, Ethan thought. You and Chris slipped back into each other like puzzle pieces. It was like no time had passed. No kind of ill will had come between the two of you, from the looks of it right then. Ethan wanted to desperately grab your hand, beg you to stay with him, tell you that he couldn’t afford to lose both you and Mia. Instead he watched your face as you looked at Chris.

“I’m a big girl Chris.”

“You’ve been out of the game for too long. You can’t just jump back in like this.”

“I just did. I have knowledge of the interior, we were just there Chris. It would be smarter to bring me.” Chris and you stared at each other with looks that Ethan could be envious of. Challenging, protective, loving. “Let me go back. Let me back in.”

This life was like a drug. You could be gone forever but the second you could come back it was too addictive to stay away from. You stood up.

“You’re the captain now hm? You tell them I can help. You know I can help.” You walked up to him.

“I almost lost you back there.” He didn’t specify that it was the fight with Mia that had him particularly worried but you knew it was. You knew that he was also thinking about the kiss that happened right afterwards.

It hadn’t left your mind.

“Chris I’ll find my way back here either way,” you muttered. “There’s no use in trying to stop me.”

If Ethan wasn’t there he would’ve kissed you. Instead he dipped his head.

“Talk to your boyfriend about it.” You looked back at Ethan. Chris left the tent. You were left alone together for the first time since before the whole ordeal. Conflicted, you walked back to him.

“Go,” he said, voice strong.

“Huh?” Ethan’s face was soft and understanding.

“Go.” There was a beat of silence as you stared at him, trying to read his expression. He had just been through everything and was letting you go? “I know why you left this. But this is your life, isn’t it?” Your face scrunched into a hurt expression.

“Not necessarily-”

“The only reason you left is because you wanted to prove a point to him. You proved your point.”

“Do you want me to go?”

“No,” he said quickly. “I want to go home. I want to take you with me. But I don’t think that’s what you want and that’s okay.”

“Ethan-”

“It’s not what you want, right?” You remained quiet. You couldn’t argue with that. He was right. You wanted to stay here. You wanted to get back into a fight you had once been so passionate about. He nodded once. You weren’t sure if he was numb or in complete control. “Exactly.” He grabbed your hand. “I dragged you back into this the second I believed that email.”

“But the house,” you whispered.

“We’ll figure it out. Just go. Please.” You nodded curtly.

“Okay,” you breathed. He wouldn't look at you. You got up slowly, wondering if this was really happening. You tried to tell yourself doing it now was for the best. This is the only outcome that would’ve made any sense.

You left the tent.

“Oh shit.” You looked up. You were met with John Perlman, someone you used to work with. He was older now but had the same slanted smile. “The rumors are true.”

“Perlman,” you breathed, laughing a bit.

“How are you doin girl?”

“I’m okay,” you said and you meant it. You were alright. You were gonna be alright.

“I hear you’re going back to the tunnels with the boss,” he observed. “You back in it?” Your eyes searched for Chris. You found him in front of a different tent, grabbing a box of things.

“I guess so.” “He kept all your things when you left,” Perlman explained. “I’m sure he’s still got ‘em. It’s nice to have you back.” He pat your back before walking past you. The short conversation ended. Chris approached you with the box.

“Well?” he asked.

“I’m ready Cap.” He nodded once and then handed you what he was holding. You looked down in it. The Dragoon you had used for years sat at the top of the box. “You kept all this?”

“Just in case.”

“You broke up with me, you know that?” you looked back up at him.

“If you’re gonna be in this I’d rather you be in this with me.” He gave you a curt nod. “We had out in 15.”

He started to walk away.

“Wait! Wait Chris,” you called. You put the box down by your feet. He turned around just in time for you to throw your arms around him. You kissed him again, this time like you weren’t about to die. He held you tightly to him, comfortably.

He’d be okay. You would be okay.

#chris redfield x fem!reader #chris redfield x reader #ethan winters x fem!reader #ethan winters imagines #resident evil imagines #chris redfield x reader x ethan winters #chris redfield x fem!reader x ethan winters

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shut-up-danny-kun · 7 months

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READ MY K/S FICS BOY

soliloquy in dits and dahs - T, 3K, finished. Spock gets to cry! Kirk helps. Angsty.

Mind, Blood and Metal - M, ???, not finished. It's my fucked up adoption plot. On hiatus for now as the mind desires simpler things, but will eventually be continued.

Awaken, Prince - T, 4K, finished. Trekkified sleeping beauty (Kirk is the sleeping beauty and Spock has to save him). I swear it's good.

What does Spock want, anyway? - M, 2K, finished. An exploration of the titular question using canon-typical illusion aliens alla The Cage.

Deny, deny, deny - E, 3K, finished. Porn about Spock pretending he doesn't feel things (he's the bottom).

Slime - E, 8K, finished. Kirk and Spock hanging out after work, learning about telepathy and fucking nasty. Sweet and funny.

Opera Fish - M, 9K, finished. My fic for the 2024 T'hy'la Reverse Bang, based on an illustration by the incredible @snufk1nn. K & S being awkward angsty dorks who only get together because Bones is smart.

#spirk #k/s fanfic #spirk fanfiction #k/s #ao3 #my fanfiction #self promo #dannytypes

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the-fandom-is-now-my-life · 1 year

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Dont tease me, great sage

The rise of a new gear sage was a once in a lifetime occurrence that was filled with joy and promises of prosperity for the akademia but for al-haitham it was the beginning of another headache.

Wc: 3k

Notes: honestly i started out really liking the idea and starting with fluff in mind, then it turned to hurt confort then to angst and somewhere along there I just wanted to finish and gave it an open ending hahaha

Other than that it's just al-haitham acting as an intj and reader trying to flirt but failing

As if the stars combined themselves just right to bother him, al-haitham was given the 'honor' to lead a translation team because the guy that was chosen not too long ago became a father. And if that was little the newest great sage seemed more interested in playing 'love island' around his section than working. He sighs only thinking about you and your bothersome behavior

To the meetings where he would explain the findings of his team as the leader

" Well, this book is… this book represents the, the early beliefs of-" it seemed that even with the prior knowledge of the meeting he wasn't able to complete everything for the exposition without pulling several all nighters in a row and his brain still was foggy from sleep regardless of how many cups of coffee he gulped down

He was grateful enough that none of the sages had commented or noticed his behavior until he felt a cryo slime slide down his spine and a evil laugh leave you, the newest sage and the person he was looking at when he was presenting the findings

He swears he saw an evil grin split your face and darkness crowd your face "Aww, you’re stuttering so much, are you going to explain the book or confess to me?"

Al-haitham was taken aback, and was half a step away from entering a crisis until you laughed out

" Hahahaha, don't be so nervous, I'm just pulling your leg~!" You lean back in the chair and look towards the other three grand sages that joined the meeting " how about we give him 30 minutes to sleep or something before we resume, in the meantime we can go to that cafe your assistant told me about"

" Oh! I think he didn't mean it as a recommendation but that is a wise idea, right now there is little people "

" I heard they brought mondstrat juice yesterday, we could go" the oldest sage answers, scratching his beard " well, of course, only if the scribe agrees to this little break

Al-haitham is dubious about the scenario he was in right now, he has heard of teachers offering the choice to their students but failing them or kicking them out of the study program of they took it

" If that is what the sages want i can't prohibit you" opting for a neutral choice he sips his almost empty coffee mug as if he didn't care

Putting on the coat that was resting on the chair's back you sit up "well~ he said he doesn't mind, and it isn't as if there were more expositions left today, we can take as much as we want~" you stretch your back and head to the door slowly to leave time for the other two to refuse your offer

The oldest of the bunch searchs inside his bag and grabs a leather wallet, already sighing " I guess as the oldest amongst us I have to pay fifty percent of the bill, again?"

The two of them walk out of the room, leaving him and you alone " well, you earned yourself 30 or so minutes so make the best out of them" for one second al-haitham is purely relieved to be able to sleep even if only a few minutes but the little smile you have annoys him already

" Well, see you soon, handsome" you say as you leave the room. Al-haitham can already feel his eye twitching at the same rhythm of your laughs. He isn't very sure whether you are laughing at him, about calling him handsome or about this being of your recurrent 'jokes' that left some scholars blushing and close to passing out

Sitting down on one if the wooden chair and lifting his feet on another chair

Soon after he hears the quick drag of clothes and sandals inside the room and he closes his eyes to fake being asleep "sir al-haitham?" He recognizes that voice, it's the young assistant that the oldest sage took in soon ago. He remembers hearing something about an affair with a desert woman and a love child but he didn't care about it that much " do you know where sir Namkuzu and sage YN went?"

He only grunted some loose words like cafe, juice and Mondstrat to which he heard a small gasp followed by a light pitter patter against the floor

" Oh, I forgot to say thank-" Gitlam, the secretary, pops his head inside but finds him asleep so he soon leaves to join you three in the cafe

Or how annoying you are talking about things he doesn't care or have the slightest interest in

It's now 6 pm and his team takes another break to have a light snack and some coffee, he stays behind a bit, sorting some papers and some admissions requests but after a good 30 minutes he heads to the room that was filled with his team members

" Oh! Al-Haitham is here, someone pour him a cup of coffee!" Someone quickly yells from the tables of behind to which someone sits up and head to the table only to lift an empty pot

" There is nothing left"

He sighs tiredly " I will go ask if there is any coffee in the back, all of you return to work" quickly getting away the researchers returned to their stations and started reviewing material

" Oh?" The dreaded voice came from the door " is there no coffee?" To which Al-haitham nodded " why don't you try this" you press a tea bag In front of his face the slightly floral scent tickling his nose

" I don't drink thing if dubious source"

"Ah!" You grasp your chest, as if his words had somehow physically broken it in two pieces " you hurt me deeply! I just want to share my beloved tea but you must be so mean towards me. I'm going to cry for real!"

" If i drink it will you stop bothering"

" As soon as you finish drinking i won't bother you no more"

Al-haitham unpacks the tea bag and pours hot water over. He grabs the mug and sets himself in the table facing the window, hopeful that he might be able to catch up on some reading but his natural light source suddenly went dark, only to lift his eyes and see you smiling

" Did you know those leaves are special? These are so hard to come by because the leaves are picked while they are still young and supple" al-haitham looks straight intro your eyes, trying to find if you were planning on stopping

" Those flowers are quite good themselves, they are qingxing in full bloom, quite hard to collect" looking at the water slowly infusing with the tea al-haitham doesn't wait one second and chugs the barely brewed tea

"Ah!" You yelp when you see him, eyes wide with surprise

" Thanks for showing your kindness, great sage" he cleans his mouth, and leaving the break room "I will return to work in mediately" he sees the other way and finds the sage Namkuzu and Gitlam talking towards him, or the room he was standing in front of, specially

Slowly walking towards the wing his team was in and in the distance he hears a muffled 'oh? What is this tea?'

Or how bothersome you were when you came to his desk every day to leave a cup of coffee

" Good morning ~" a singsong voice says from above him and al-haitham doesn't look up

" Don't be rude! When someone speaks with you at least reject them face to face"

His green eyes focus on your own " leave." Before returning to his work

"Tsk! And here I was, giving you a coffee as a nice gesture!"

" You have been coming here to bring me coffee for the last three weeks. It has gotten old at this point"

" If you keep this up you are going to die alone, ya know?"

" Cut it" a smile rises to your mouth as you start poking his arm

"Oooh~, do I annoy you?"

"As much as usual."

"Oooh, aren't you the cutest? This time you didn't tell me to eat a wither zone core~"

He directly ignores you " whatever I'm leaving, i have to finish some paperwork".

"Wow. You work? I haven't seen you grab one pen in at least a good three months "

"Quit it! Your smart mouth is going to get you in problems at some point"

He only musters a light smile " whatever you say"

" I should tell gizzal to fire you and hire someone nicer!"

" As if you would" he pinches your arm " we both know you would get bored"

Or that time you were almost begging on your knees because you forgot your coat and it was raining

" Al-haitham!" You say animatedly and louder than usual to try and be heard above the noise of the rain hitting the windows "you know you are my favorite scribe, right?~"

your smile was tight against your face, he already knows that face from the students trying to ask him to accept their request even when they forgot to fill the paperwork. Bracing himself for the whatever you were going to ask

"can you-?"

"No"

" Can you at least let me finish talking?!"

" Fine. What do you want?"

" Can you lend me your jacket? It's raining and I need to run an errand really quick and-"

"No"

" You have a vision! you can better withstand the environment! Plus it's just for 40-! No 30 minutes, pleasee!"

"And? I don't care. I also want to leave in five minutes at worst"

Al-haitham notices namkuzu and Gitlam walking down the hallway and the sage sending his assistant before he starts walking again

Gitlam quickly ran towards where you two were. Al-haitham couldn't help but be reminded of a child running because they are late to school and their hat flopping up and down

As soon as he snaps out of that image he finds him beside you, worried face plastered " sage YN did something happen? I can help!"

Your eyes widens, be it because you were surprised or taken aback from his eagerness to help al-haitham wasn't totally sure

" Oh how sweet~ I was just asking this grumpy old man" your thumb pointing al-haitham " if he would lend me his coat because a member of my team need help but they are at the port so I would have to walk down the rain a good 200 meters" you sigh dramatically

In response Gitlam starts stripping down his coat and handling it to you " you can take it! Either way it was a bit too big for me and we have to get another one done" he starts sputtering excuses, trying to make it seem like it wasn't much

"Oh? Are you sure? Won't you be cold? Even inside here it's quite chilly"

" I mean if you don't mind we could go together, sir Namkuzu asked me to get some reports about the strength of the waves from the port so we could walk together, obviously if you dont mind i would never force you but I would enjoy it very much but-" quickly you put your hand in his shoulder and, as a pause button, Gitlam stopped talking almost instantly

" I would really enjoy getting some company, just let me grab my bag. If you want as a reward I will gift you a coffee" you turn just as he looks toward the window, seemingly the sea being the most interesting thing right no

Al-haitham, who watched all this just sipped his coffee " kids these days and getting crushes on their superiors"

Why couldn't he just focus on his duties while in the clock and then find a cute girl or boy from literally anywhere else? The newest scholars don't have good work ethic, and as funny it's that he is flirting with a sage to try and get a better job you should also not encourage him and cut it from the bud

Also, why would he go for you, no offense but young boys who just finished their thesis should go and play around with cards and get blackout drunk. It's even a bit weird age wise, well thinking that though it wasn't, Gitlam was only around 3 or 4 years younger but either way, he remembers the gossiping bunch in the break room talking about preferring older, more sophisticated and well read men rather than just graduated boys. Gitlam graduated from the academia a year ago at the young age of 21 or 22? He knows basically nothing and makes so many mistakes… you truly lack taste, there are so many good bachelors, ushar, zua, temen, himself. he laments silently

He gets annoyed thinking about you, or so he swears but his teammates noticed how down cast he looked when your team left to mondstrat

He wants to swear that he is only feeling like that because if he went he would be mostly idle in the most lax nation in teyvat but he feels slightly disappointed? Betrayed? That you chose to bring Gitlam but didn't even stoped to think about him.

And he swears you told him you would pick him 'Oh~ with such a cute face i may just add you to my team to Mondstrat even just to see you' textually you said

The four months the research team was supposed to take felt like they were dragging and taking years, the days were up and you, your team and that boy arrived to the gates in the early hours of the morning and he swears something isn't quite the same, maybe it's the way you joked less with your coworkers, how less touchy you were with them, your almost hour long hugs now being strictly polite 10 seconds long, or how you stopped coming by his desk everyday

The hour is 6:03 just about time he took his break, before pulling another all nighter. He stands up and walks around, stretching his sides. It's odd for you to not come already, you would be here already by 5:50 or 6:00 the latest but maybe you were too busy working and forgot he could bring you a cup, for a change maybe.

Pouring a warm cup of coffee he leaves to your office, usually you stay inside there all day, unless you stopped by to bother him.

Softly pushing the door he looks inside, there are some pens and pages still thrown around, so you surely were close but he didn't see your bag anywhere. Softly sighting he leaves the cup on one corner and hopes that you will get it while it's still warm

" And so I told him he was looking wrong! And he had the guts to be mad!" Your voice sounds from behind the door as you open it " oh? Al-haitham? Why are you here? Do you need help with anything?"

He was about to answer when he sees Gitlam behind you " nothing. I just came to drop something by but you weren't here. Where were you?"

" Oh, we just went to have dinner, Gitlam got an special offer to study in his field and we went out to celebrate. Why do you ask?"

If looks could kill Gitlam would have already had his throat sliced and be ten feet below " nothing"

Or how distant you seemed with him

"oh, it started to rain" was all you said as you looked at the window, raindrops racing to see who teaches the bottom faster

Al-haitham only looks to the side " mhm, it seems like that" quickly glancing towards the clock he notices that you often leave around this hour " you are leaving in a bit right? Do you want my jacket and you can return it to me tomorrow"

"Oh, thanks but Gitlam brought a coat for me when he saw the weather report so i won't need it"

"Oh, ok …" now he stopped writing only looking at the paper as if it had cussed at him " you and him seem to be really close…" but when he said that you already left to look for that dumb secretary and his dumb coat.

I mean, at the end if the day he was only a secretary and he was a scribe and former acting grand sage who you stopped by to speak with every so often, sure you didn't stop by everyday, not brought him coffee but you always came to notify him of the progress in your project and such, sure maybe it's mostly formal but it's because he got annoyed at you for getting so chatty about your cat and the tea you just bought

But after a while he started getting snappier, you only came by to greet him whenever you had to speak with gizzal which could be once a week or once a month.

And the worst part was that he knew you weren't busy, he saw you chatting with Gitlam every afternoon all day. He is sure gizzal sent him to give archives at that hour because he knew you two would be grossly cuddly with each other

One day he just snaps, hearing you laugh at the brainless joke your supposed admirer made. Why did you laugh at that kindergarten joke about dendron slimes and boogers but you didn't even mister a smile with his joke about the thermodynamics pressure of the gas. Surely it's that brat's fault. In a fit he grabs your arm and drags you out of your office and outside the akademia

" Can I ask what the hell is wrong with you or are you going to act as if THAT was normal?"

"Do you dislike me so much that you don't even want to see me?" Had you not known better you could have sworn his eyes were a bit foggy

" What?"

" You said you would bring me to the expedition even if just to look at me, but you didn't. Do you dislike me?"

" Al-haitham" you start to rub circles in your temple, as if trying to erase a headache "I was obviously joking, my expedition was about fossils and archeology. Tell me, how much would a scribe help exactly?

" But you brought Gitlam"

" Yes, because he wants to study archeology and Namkuzu asked me to bring him with me"

" Then why did you stop visiting me every day… why is that boy now the object of your affections but I barely get looked at?" His voice got raspier

"So you knew i like you but ignored it anyway." You cross your arms Infront of your chest, offended "You just want me to pin your you to get your ego up, you don't want to date me and that is fine but you can't refuse me my own feelings!" Al-haitham tries to run away from your gaze but you don't plan on letting him off the hook so easily

"But then how come someone like him gets your attention but I don't. I'M worthier of your love!"

"So you just think my love is a trophy of how is worthier? Al-haitham, do you truly like me or you just want me to never move one?!"

#genshin impact #gi #genshin alhaitham #genshin x you #genshin x reader #al haitham x reader #alhaitham x reader #honestly liked tge idea at forst and at the beginning of the story but then I just wanted to finish it jsjsj

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Dhar and his friends were at Princess Mary’s castle after a victorious battle against the Neo-Ravannavar Army. In the throne room, the princess rewards them with medals that were shaped like cogs. As much as Mary is glad to see that her people are safe, but in the back of her mind... Something was bothering her. This caught the heroes’ attention, “Princess? Is something the matter?” Zebei asks.

Mary walks her way to the window, viewing her people repairing the damages in town square. She places her hand onto the glass and tells her woes,

”Sorry... I’m worried that the Navar Army might strike again if they actually go to my factories.. The technology they have... It’s remarkable that it puts me into shame and disgust. They took down half of my robots by draining the life out of them! They almost killed Antoine and Eurynomos too.”

She clicks her tongue then swiftly moves her feet to face Dhar, Zebei, and Kushi.

“And I thank you from the bottom of my heart for saving them. As Princess Mary of the Iron Kingdom, I heed your assistance for a little longer. Is that alright?”

The 3 warriors looked at each other then smiled. They looked back at the princess as Dhar was first to speak, “Of course, your majesty. Anything to help you and your people.”

“Ah! That’s wonderful to hear. Now come with me, warriors.

Especially you two, Antoine and Eurynomos.”

Everyone leaves the castle, now guided away by the princess. A moment later, Princess Mary stops abruptly alongside the others. They saw they were in front of a big factory with guards that had a cross symbol on their helmets, patrolling the place. Mary points at Antoine,

”Mr. Antoine, go guard the entrance of the factory wiiiith...“ She hums, analyzing her roster until she eyes on Dhar, ”Him! With Dhar!”

“Of course, Princess Mary,” The knight looks at the other man and grins,

“You’re lucky to be paired up with a fine knight like me!”

Dhar blinks, “Really?”

“Yes! I’ll tell you everything I know about the might of a warrior!”

Mary laughs awkwardly and crosses her arms,

“Antoine has a bit of pride in him, but I think he’ll do well around you for the job,” she remarks. She looks at Zebei, Kushi, and Eurynomos, giving them orders,

”You two, Zebei and Kushi. I want you both to go around town if there are any suspicious people. As for Eurynomos, guard my most special possession... ESTHER.”

The robot bows and heads inside the factory while Lhan’s protectors go to patrol the town. Dhar curiously raises his hand,

”Princess Mary? What’s ESTHER?”

“ESTHER is a defense weapon that stores slime and converts it into power and energy. It is in its beta stages though... I want to find a way to not be a hazard in my kingdom’s environment...”

Mary explains as she sighs, adding on,

“I want it to be good enough.”

“I think expressing the amount of work you’ve done is more good than it is.”

The princess simply smiles and leaves with no other answer, but to leave her men at charge.

With nothing else to do, Dhar and Antoine simply stand in front of the entrance as the seconds go by. The knight casually grooms his thick pompadour while the swordsman(despite his sword remains to be upgraded) looks up at the sky.

He was used to seeing it green in the kingdom but when being in a higher area, they’re blue. The clouds were puffy, they can still manage some shapes though.

So, he started to look through one of them. They look like... A mountain, a boulder, a pebble, a rock... another rock... another rock–Oh hey a diamond! Not sure why he was thinking about rocks for a minute there.

The others look like a ship, a flower, a vase, and... a ro–Sword. A sword. Just thinking about his blade makes him hope that Kampan will finish it soon. With a groan, Dhar sits on a crate and crosses his arms.

As for Zebei wandering in the streets of Iron Kingdom, he heard some whining that came halfway from the factory. He turns his body to face who’s making the noise. The archer notices 5 tourists at the closed gate. “I can’t believe it! One of Princess Mary’s best factories... closed?!”

One falls to his knees dramatically and sobs.

Suspicious of those individuals that should’ve been aware of the factories’ closing, Zebei goes up to them, ”Is something wrong?” he asks. The tourist stands and wipes his tears,

”Yes! The factory is closed even though we were scheduled to come here,” he lets out a huff then crosses his arms. Zebei nodded and asked one more question,”Uh huh... and where is your tour guide?”

“She’s off to ask a guard to grant access to this area. But it’s taking quite a while... Say...”

The person looks at the archer, scanning him,

”Can you let us in? It’ll be quick! Promise!” The archer was skeptical at first, then he looked at the entrance. He sees Dhar and Antoine just talking to each other.

He couldn’t hear what they’re saying due to the constant machinery working. However, Zebei shouldn’t be focusing on that right now. With deep thought, he takes out a key and opens the gates.

The two men guarding the factory took notice, seeing Zebei letting the tourists in. The2 bodyguards notice them walking in. Antoine asks suspiciously,

“Sir Zebei, who are these people?”

“Tourists. They wanted a quick look inside the factory at this weird hour.”

“Seriously...?”

Antoine looks at the seemingly innocent group, crossing his arms. They had pleading eyes, grasping their hands together at the men. He looks at Dhar. He gives him a simple shrug, confused on what to do. Antoine sighs and nods as the tourists cheer,

”Fine. But in ONE condition. Since your tour guide isn’t here, you’ll only walk around while being under surveillance by Dhar and not touch anything in this or other circumstances. Understand?”

The tourists nod, excited.

Zebei puts his hand on Dhar’s shoulder, telling him good luck. The silver-haired gives a small nod and takes the tourists inside the factory. They felt the heat coming from the pouring molten metal into some molds forming and mending stuff to make mechs and parts. The people were in awe, impressed by the hard work. Meanwhile, Dhar fans himself in an attempt to cool himself from the humidity.

“I should have asked Zebei if he had a flask of water or something...“ He muttered as his face and body sweated. A male tourist hands him a bottle,”You can have mines, sir!”

“O-oh! Thank you... Are you sure if that’s okay?“

“Don’t worry~! Where me and my group are from, we train with hard-work warmups to fight against the heat, whether it’s a hot summer day or a hot steaming room like this factory!”

The young man chuckles and takes the bottled water from the other guy’s hand. He drinks a little bit until he guides the ones he’s surveilling on to sections of where he’s supposed to go. As they were climbing upstairs into the next section, Dhar couldn’t help but feel like he was being watched by the people he was guiding. He turns his head to glance at them,

”So... Do any of you have any questions so far...?”

“Not much, sir. However, is this where we are going to see the infamous ESTHER project the princess has been talking and working about?”

“Um... Yes. Wish Antoine gave me a map before heading inside to guide you all there. But this is fine… Anything else?“

Everyone stops when they make it to the 2nd floor while Dhar waits for another person’s question. The guy gave him an eerie stare and asked,

”Not related to the factory but... You look like that lieutenant guy from the Navar Army right?”

The silver-haired groaned, lifting his hand to cover his face, ”Used to…” He replied. Oddly, the tourists began laughing... What? Before Dhar could look and ask why, he suddenly gets tackled by 2 people in the group as he yelps.

“Hold him down! We’ll go look for the ESTHER mech!” The leader of the group exclaims as he and 2 of his lackeys run off, yelling “For Lord Ravannavar” throughout the halls.

Dhar’s eyes widened, he realized those tourists were the Neo-Ravanavar Army soldiers in disguise. Outside at the entrance, Antoine and Zebei see Kushi and Altun land down in front of them. “All areas in the kingdom are good so far,” Kushi informed.

Antoine nods while Zebei gives her the thumbs up. She looks around, worried,

”Where’s Dhar though?”

As one of the men was about to answer, they all heard Dhar scream for help inside and calling for reinforcements. Befuddled by what's going on, head inside to see the young man pinned down by the men who weren’t wearing casual tourists anymore. That familiar black and gold armor.

“Ah crap...“

Zebei curses to himself, taking out his bow and arrows. Antoine growls and takes out his lance,

“We’ve been had?!? Ugh! I should have known!”

A soldier smirks under his helmet, standing up as he plants his foot down on Dhar’s back, “And you all were dumb enough to fall for it. Especially you, Pinocchio,” He remarks to Zebei. To Zebei’s reaction; he made the first move to attack by leaping up the stairs and shooting some arrows at the foot soldiers.

His opponent swiftly takes out his shield and throws to deflect them. The other soldiers jump off the mezzanine to attack Kushi and Antoine, passing by the archer. They raise their swords, slashing the two. Antoine blocked with his lance, pushing the soldiers back and causing them to stumble. Kushi hops onto Altun as the bird flaps his wings, blowing them away and being slammed against the wall.

With Zebei, he hops to the 2nd floor and charges at the remaining guys who are restraining Dhar. As the 2 foot soldiers were about to attack, Zebei dropkicks right in one’s face to knock him away.

He then elbows the other as the soldiers grunts, losing his balance and falling back. Dhar stands and brushes the dust off his shoulders, ”Thanks...“ Albeit that “thanks” sounded disappointed.

Both men look at each other, “Not sure what you were thinking of letting them in the first place even though they’re disguised... But honestly... I would be fooled too,“

Dhar looks up to hear the shooting and yelling of guards trying to stop the intruders. He laughs quietly and looks at Zebei, ”Princess Mary is right for us to hang around a little longer.”

Zebei laughs along as his hand grips onto his bow, “And we need to hurry. You don’t wanna know what she looks like when she is angry.”

“Guess this is our specialty~!”

Before they can look after hearing 2 voices, Dhar is snatched by a hand while Zebei is pulled up by talons. Both of them looked to see they were on Antoine and Altun’s backs. Dhar looks down at the one he’s on, startled that he is... FLYING?!

“Antoine! You can fly?!” He asks in astonishment. Antoine grins, replying, “Correction! I can GLIDE! Now hold on!”

Everyone races their way up to the big lair, but they see a huge obstacle at the end. They noticed 5 robots that belonged to Princess Mary, fighting off the remaining guards.

“Those robots look off...“ Dhar comments until he leans in and his eyes widen. He noticed their eyes were glowing yellow instead of the usual red hue as they raised their swords.

“Attack them,” He orders. Antoine’s eyes look up, hesitant,” What?! But they’re Princess Mary’s–”

“Do it!”

The knight nods and swings his weapon, clashing blades with 2 of the robots. Dhar summons 2 boulders, smashing the 2 down into pieces.

He calls Kushi and Zebei’s names to go make their moves. Kushi whistles as her bird swiftly moves his wings at one, smacking it into the wall. As for Zebei, he jumps onto an arm of a robot and stabs it’s gem eye with an arrow. The last robot looks, reaching to grab his arm but it gets annihilated by one of Dhar’s rocks that were thrown.

So, everyone resumes flying up to the room where the ESTHER project is in. As they enter, they see the last members of the foot soldiers trapping a huge slime-storing mech in an energy bubble from their gauntlet device. Dhar yells at them,

“Halt right there!” His voice attracts the thieves’ attention. They turned face-to-face with the warriors against them.

One raises their sword at Dhar,

”Well if it isn’t the traitor and our soon-to-be prisoners. You’re too late, we got what we have and you won’t be able to take it back–”

Before he could finish his sentence, his face was met with a thrown rock by the silver-haired man. The soldier yelps, hand holding the wounded nose,

” Shit! You got some nerve, Dhar!”

“I can do that again!”

Dhar threatens as he opens his right hand to summon more geo.

“Can’t we just throw ourselves through that big window over there while bringing the mech?”

The other soldier asks. The first one looks at him then at the window for a moment. They both smirk, ready to jump.

“OH NO YOU DON’T!”

The heroes shout in unison and soon...

They chased the soldiers as everyone jumps through the window, glass shattering everywhere inside and outside the factory.

This noise caught the attention of not only the princess, but also the guards and townspeople of the Iron Kingdom. They saw the foot soldiers ride on the floating yet trapped mech, flying away while the fellow warriors followed in pursuit. Princess Mary was drinking her tea, setting her cup down on the table.

“So I was right to keep them a little longer,” She turns to her bodyguard, “You. Go get Kampan to help those heroes.”

“Yes, your highness!” The man in armor rushes out of the castle.

As Antoine flies and Dhar, Zebei, and Kushi on Altun’s back; they notice the foot soldiers scanning the mech with their gauntlet. Weird.

Not only does it steal iddhi and energy, it seems to be scanning the model or getting information from it. This isn’t the time to be taking notes, Dhar and his group need to catch up with those crooks!

“Altun! Can you go at least faster?!” Kushi panics and looks at her bird. Altun caws that sounds like he was whining.

He flaps his wings harder to gain more ooph, albeit this drains his stamina and slowly gets farther. Zebei grits his teeth and looks at Dhar,

“Should we start shooting at them?”

“We could... Although, I get the feeling they would move the bubble for us to accidentally destroy the ESTHER Project,” Dhar explains. Everyone wasn’t sure what to do as Altun is getting slower, being drained out.

“Your big bird there might be falling soon~!” The 1st foot soldier taunts as the other laughs. While they were mocking Dhar and his group... behind them, a shadow with a huge gauntlet jumps up. As everyone sees the figure’s silhouette, the foot soldiers turn and the two immediately get punched off the bubble by the person that jumped in.

The person lands and reveals herself to be Kampan,

”You outnumbered a few of those suckers and you couldn’t catch up getting them?” She rubs her nose with her right thumb, “You lot are lucky the Iron Mouse came in!”

Antoine sighs, wiping sweat off his forehead,”Hah... Thanks for coming in though,” he comments. Everyone lands down into town square as Kampan drags the bubble with a force implemented into her weapon. The authorities arrive, taking the knocked-out crooks into prison and obtaining the ESTHER mech back into the factory.

“Before we celebrate our victory...“ Dhar looks at Kampan who was busy polishing her gauntlet,

“How did you know we were in trouble?”

“One of Princess Mary’s guards hurried by and told me about your situation. Sooo... Bam! I came in and I, Kampan the Iron Mouse, popped in! And you all are welcome!” The Iron Mouse does a bow with her arms open.

However, her expression lits up and looks through her waist. Dhar watches in confusion. “I forgot that you’re also lucky that I~ have finished your order!” Kampan giggles and takes out a polished sword. She hands the sword to him and grins. The young man made a quiet

“woah...!” and gently holds the weapon.

It was no longer chipped or damaged like it was brand new. When he holds the hilt, it feels more comfortable and smooth. Everything about his sword felt just right. Kampan lays her elbow on his shoulder, “And if your weapon gets damaged, I’m your to-go!” She beams with a smile. Dhar says thanks to her again, putting the sword into the sheathe.

Kushi, Zebei, and Antoine give each other a high five as a token of victory. Soon, their ears picked up heels clicking and metal boot clanging. They look to see Princess Mary and her henchmen of knights walking up to them. Dhar and the others bow respectfully to the blonde highness.

Princess Mary smiles, “That was a close one I say. But thankfully I think my kingdom and my ESTHER project are now safe. Thanks to you all,” she says in a gentle tone. “Say... How about a feast before you and the others leave?” She asks Dhar, Zebei, and Kushi. In response, the 3 heroes boast and cheer happily.

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Chapter 6 → (W.I.P)

#🌙📖#indivisible #indivisiblerpg #indivisible dhar reincarnated #idr #dhar #kushi #zebei

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Explosions Across Lifetimes - Chapter Twenty Two: Can't Get Enough of You - 3k words

Fwhip returns to the Codlands for another day, and it is one last good moment before things start snowballing for Jimmy.

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A few days later, Fwhip stops by for that slime farm problem. Jimmy shows him the problem, and it’s apparently something the Count can fix though it will take a few hours. The Codfather decides to leave him to it, not wanting to get in the way. He also needs to fix up a few structures on the other side of the empire, which is more than enough to keep him bust for the time being.

And that's exactly how he spends the next few hours, working with his people to restore a few houses and a few other buildings that had started to fall into disrepair. Some were broken due to the corruption, and others were just old. But they all needed fixing regardless. Though Fwhip got down with the slime farm faster than expected, and interrupts him in the middle of replacing a few windows, a smile on the Count’s face despite the green substance all over him.

“I fixed your farm problem!” Fwhip says, stopping a little ways away from the Codfather, who just smiles at him as he walks over to meet his partner. Though he only does so after a small wave to the other codfolk he’d been working with, knowing he’d probably be a while before he could resume his work.

“Did you?” He asks, flicking a piece of slime from the half dragon's hair. “What was the problem?”

Fwhip followed his movements with an amused huff. “You just needed to add a few more hoppers and redstone dust.” He explained, pulling Jimmy’s hand away from his hair, amused by the action. “And stop that! I can get it off myself”

“But you got it all over you!” Jimmy says, flicking another piece of the green goop off his boyfriend’s shoulder.

“I know,” The Count huffs, in a tone that sounds like he’s been trying to remove the stuff for hours. “Why’d you have to pick the stickiest export ever!?”

“Didn’t mean to do that, really.” Jimmy shrugs. “Lemme help you get that off.”

“Such a gentleman!” Fwhip smiles, letting himself be led down the now familiar route to Jimmy’s small shack of a house. At some point in the short journey the blonde grabs onto his hand, and in return the Count interlocks their fingers, allowing himself to be dragged inside and towards Jimmy’s bathroom with ease.

Wordlessly, the Codfather hands him a towel. Fwhip takes it, watching as Jimmy goes to grab another one. As the Count tries his best to get it off his clothes, Jimmy goes back to trying to get it out of his hair, as he knows how much of a problem that can be. He ruffles Fwhip’s hair with the towel until he gets all the slime out, Fwhip laughing and giggling the whole time.

“Thanks!” He smiles, running a hand through his ginger locks a few times to fix it.

Jimmy takes the towels, and puts them somewhere different from the clean ones. “No problem!” He says over his shoulder. The cod waits a minute for Fwhip to say something else after that, maybe about the slime farm again, or about what he’d been doing a few minutes prior, but the Count is oddly silent.

The Codfather turns, curious, and sees his boyfriend just blinking down at his cat. Norman must’ve wandered it at some point, it seemed, and Fwhip had clearly been caught off guard by the surprise cat. Norman mews up at the strange human, and the half dragon glances towards him, a little expectantly, like he was expecting to be introduced to the furry thing sitting on the floor.

“Oh! This is Big Man Norman!” Jimmy said, picking the little cat up. Norman meowed lightly, but seemed to be okay with being held once the cod started petting him. He laid politely in Jimmy's arms, watching Fwhip as the Count walked over to the both of them.

“Hi buddy!” The half dragon smiled, and Norman started rubbing his little head against the Count’s hand. Fwhip smiled wider, and gave the cat more and more pets. That is until Norman wanted down, and Jimmy moved out of the bathroom slightly. The cat scrambles out of his owner's arms, and walks off into some other part of the house.

Jimmy watched the cat saunter away with a giggle, reminding himself to feed the little scamp soon. He stands there in his bedroom for a few seconds, maybe even a minute, waiting for his partner to follow.

Fwhip came up behind him quietly, wrapping his arms around the Codfather from behind. Jimmy smiled softly as he leaned into the contact, Fwhip’s face being buried in the crook of his neck. A low purr came from the back of his boyfriend's throat, and the blonde felt himself start to melt a little.

"You're not gonna steal the crown from me, are you?" He asked, his tone low and quiet. It was supposed to be a tease more than anything, but there was some genuine concern buried under the layers of softness. He's aware that this whole crown thing had made him a little paranoid, maybe too much so. Though he doubted Fwhip, or most of their friends, would do anything drastic to obtain it. The keyword there being most .

"No," Fwhip murmured, nuzzling his face into Jimmy’s neck. "I want the crown, but there's no fun if I get it immediately. And it would be mean."

Jimmy hummed in agreement, taking the piece of jewelry off his head. He titled it around in his hands, admiring his partner’s handy work for what has to be the millionth time at this point. It was a beautiful crown, really it was, which was probably some people’s motivation to get their hands on it.

"Besides," Fwhip added, a hint of embarrassment now in his tone. "You look quite pretty in it."

"Thanks.." Jimmy laughed softly. If he wasn’t being held right now he would have turned around and peppered his partner's face with soft kisses. But unfortunately, he was quite comfortable like this, and didn’t want to give that up.

A second later he reached up, gently taking the crown off the top of his head. Fwhip stopped nuzzling into Jimmy’s neck, instead choosing to watch whatever his boyfriend was doing. The half dragon’s gaze followed him, curious as Jimmy turned the item over in his hands for the first of many times that night.

"Which one's my gem?" The cod asked, eyeing each rock on the crown carefully.

"The color coordination wasn't enough?" Fwhip teased lightly, and the Codfather could practically feel the fond roll of his partner's eyes.

"Pix doesn't have enough colors for his vigil, so you don't have enough for this crown. Probably." He reasoned, trying to glance at Fwhip’s face from where it rested. The Count made a huff of faux annoyance, rolling his eyes one final time.

Fwhip took Jimmy’s hand gently in his, turning the crown until it faced what seemed to be the right direction. "It's that one." He pointed at a lime green gem, making a clink sound as he tapped it gently with a claw. A claw the cod was always forgetting he had, to be honest.

"Where’s yours?" He asked, glancing at any sort of stone with a reddish hue, since that seemed to be his partner's main color and all.

"The other side," Fwhip spun the item around again. "The red one, on the right, next to Gem's….gem"

"A gem for Gem." Jimmy giggled. "Is Sausage's to the left of yours?" He assumed the stone for Mythland’s ruler would be by the twins, due to their closeness. It was hard to imagine them as anything but a trio, and the same applied to their gemstones on the crown.

"No, that's Pix's. Sausage's is here." The crown was turned again in his fish-like hands. "It's next to Pearl's." Fwhip pointed at yet another green gem, this one a darker shade than Jimmy’s. "The other one on this side is Joey" The Count motioned towards a more purple colored gem as he spoke, then moved onto the next rock without further prompting.

"And on your side," Jimmy let his partner continue to explain, a soft smile etched into his face. Fwhip had clearly been itching to talk about it, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he talked and his voice giddy as he rambled. "The blue one is Scott’s, and the light pink one is Katherine's."

"You put Mine next to Scotts," Jimmy muttered, curiosity sparking in the back of his mind. "Why so?"

“I put them where it felt right, I guess.” Fwhip shrugged. Jimmy nodded, staring at the little trio of gems. He guessed it was kinda right, in some way, to put him and Scott next to each other like that. As Jimmy pondered that, the Count briefly paused his explanation, then resumed once he was sure the other had had enough time for his thoughts.

"And the last side has Shrub," The crown was turned over one last time so they could view its fourth and final side. "And then Lizzie and Joel's are next to each other." The cod nodded, taking a mental note of that, and probably looking quite intensely at the gemstones in question.

The whole time Jimmy had been making many and many mental notes of everything Fwhip said, memorizing which gem belonged to who and what color it was the best he could. The engineer had made this crown for him and their fellow rulers, and Jimmy wanted to sear every detail into his memory. He was so enthusiastic about it as well, he cared so much about that little crown, which made the cod want to memorize it even more.

As Jimmy did that, Fwhip took the crown gently from his, and placed it atop his head once more. “There” The Count hummed, tugging Jimmy closer towards the bed. “Back where it belongs.” The blonde laughed, allowing himself to be pulled on his head bed, Fwhip joining him on it; every movement being gentle and soft enough to melt him entirely.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” Fwhip muttered, moving so they sat face to face.

“Am I now?” He laughed, hands coming up to cup his cheeks. Fwhip looked into his eyes, gaze so full of affection it made Jimmy feel like he was going to explode from it all.

“You are!” The Count said, squishing his face slightly. “You have cute little freckles, and your eyes are big and beautiful and you’re strong and muscular and handsome and-”

“I get it, I get It!” Jimmy cut the other off with a laugh, placing his hands on top of Fwhip’s. He moved them off his face, giggling warmly from all the flattering words. A few seconds later he was being drawn in for a soft kiss, and the blonde sighed into it instantaneously.

They shared a few more kisses, longer ones, ones that gradually got more heated, until Jimmy was straddling Fwhip, then the half dragon's back hit the sheets; the blonde beginning to pull him downwards as they pulled away. The Count smiled up at him as they connected their lips once again, Jimmy doing more than simply pull back this time.

“We haven’t done this in a while, have we?” Fwhip purred in amusement, smiling as Jimmy’s kisses trailed swiftly down to his jawline, stubble somewhat unpleasantly brushing against the cod's lips. The Count almost frantically slipped his scarf off, pulling his collar to the side in anticipation.

"No, we haven't." Jimmy muttered, lightly biting down his partner's upper neck. Fwhip shivered at the action, causing the cod to smirk against soft skin. He hummed as he continued his work, gradually beginning to leave more open mouthed kisses to his boyfriend's throat. Fwhip whined beneath him, hands starting to trail upwards slowly. Jimmy made a small noise as they ended up tugging at his hair gently, now scratching his scalp as well; which earned the Count another hickey placed on his skin, Jimmy pulling his lips away with a wet popping sound.

The half dragon pulled him closer as the kisses began to trail further downwards, having stretched his neck out towards the cod at one point. Jimmy hummed, now sucking another bruise into Fwhip’s collarbone, slowly inching towards his chest area. Under him the Count made a muffled groaning noise, claws tugging at Jimmy’s hair again.

A few kisses later he felt the claws stop scratching his head, and he frowned, already missing the touch. Fwhip's sounds had quieted as well, but Jimmy kept pressing kisses further down his chest, still able to hear some more breathy growls rumbling in the half dragon's throat. He only stopped when he felt a weight lift from his head, lips making another popping sound as he left the last hickey unfinished.

Jimmy pulled back quickly and saw a guilty looking man beneath him, one hand definitely on the crown right now. Fwhip, knowing damn well he'd been caught, slowly let go of the thing and moved his hands away, until the accessory sat nicely on the cod's head once more.

"You're quite cheeky, aren't you?" Jimmy huffed, pulling away until he sat on the other’s lap again. Fwhip, face still nicely flushed, just smirked at him.

"I had to try, just once!" He smiled, watching as the cod adjusted the crown slightly.

In response Jimmy leaned down again, smashing their lips together. The Count made a startled sound, but kissed back regardless, hands trailing over his face once more. This kiss wasn't very long, only going for a few seconds, but both of them leaned into it while it lasted.

“If you’re gonna do that to me I’ll just have to try again!” The Count muttered cheekily against his lips, panting just slightly.

“Then I’ll never kiss you ever, never for the rest of time.” The blonde countered, and Fwhip gave up on his crown stealing schemes with a small pout. Obviously getting kissed stupid for the rest of his life was of a higher priority to the half dragon, just as Jimmy thought it should be, because he was a great kisser after all.

Once they pulled away a final time Jimmy rolled off Fwhip, until he sat next to Fwhip on the bed. A loud purr came from his boyfriend's throat, the Codfather leaning against his shoulder and burying himself fully into the warmth of another person.

“Hi!” Fwhip exclaimed quietly, a quick kiss being pressed into blonde hair as he did so. As he spoke, Norman also jumped onto the bed; the little cat probably having been tired of being alone. Jimmy didn’t know if the Count’s little greeting was directed at him or his cat, but scratched behind his big man’s ears regardless.

Norman settles down next to them after a moment, stretching out lazily onto the covers. He and Fwhip seems to be purring in unison, the latter seeming entirely unaware of the fact. Jimmy thought it was cute as hell, but wasn’t going to mention it. Because then Fwhip would say it’s not cute and then stop doing it.

“Don’t you have a forge to run or something?” Jimmy mumbled, the noise sounding a little sleepy. He leaned his head against Fwhip’s chest, the other shaking his head in response.

“Can a man not cuddle for a few minutes?” He asked, arms slipping around the cod’s waist just as they had been earlier.

“Not when you’re a busy man.” The blonde says in response, knowing that if they cuddle any longer they're both going to sleep and not get anything done; on top of running their sleep schedules.

“Wow, you don’t want my cuddles. I can’t believe it.” Fwhip says, withdrawing himself from the cod. Jimmy suddenly does not want to stop cuddling and be productive, the familiar warmth of his partner leaving him far too quickly. “I never said that!” The cod protested, trying to lean against Fwhip for as long as possible.

“Sure orchid, sure.” The Count teases, going to stand from the bed. Jimmy makes a small huff, now a little cross that his stupid plan had actually worked. He was expecting it to not, in all honesty, and look where that had gotten them. Because now it is time for Fwhip to leave the house, maybe touch up some redstone on the slime farm, and finally head back to his empire. Though Jimmy supposes it’s okay, if he gets to go help with more stuff around his own kingdom afterwards.

The day after that, Jimmy loses the crown to Scott. Which is fine, really it is. He knew the crown was going to be stolen eventually., and it was no surprise that Rivendell’s ruler had snagged it when he saw the chance.

What actually bothered him was a few days later, when he lost the Codfather head. Jimmy didn’t know why it was taken away from him, it had just been taken. The Council had said the cod themselves had deemed him unworthy, whatever the hell that meant. When the cod speak, it is typically not questioned, and the orders are always followed.

So all Jimmy could do was sit there, and stare at Caleb’s poor, sympathetic face in disbelief as the Codfather head was taken from him. The very head he’d tried so hard to protect, the one he’d freed a demon over, was just taken away like that.

He had to prove himself worthy of it. The Council wouldn’t tell him why, or how, just that he had to prove himself worthy to wear the head again. Not be a leader again, just earn the head back. But the head was almost synonymous with the leadership of his empire, so in a way they were still telling him he was not worthy to lead.

Now Jimmy stays in his house, some stupid codboy head on top of his head instead, pacing and brainstorming what he could do to be “worthy” again. Everytime he leaves he feels the stares on his back, the confusion in his people's gazes. Confusion he knows he cannot provide an answer too. So he stays inside, and wonders, and dreads and dreads and dreads how he’s going to explain this.

Maybe he doesn’t have too, though, maybe he can just not say anything, and eventually he’ll get the Codfather head back. And then everything will be fine and it will all go back to normal. Yeah, yeah that sounds like a good plan.

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