#and yes i know the ghoul took the blame

[emmcarstairs]

Nobody talks about Lucy saving the ghouls from Super Duper Mart and how the word of this act could spread far and wide in the ghouls' community. I fully expect a moment when in a typical fairy-tale fashion she will be aided by ghouls. She might be admired by them like Belle in The Beast/The Ghoul's cursed castle/Wasteland.

[ramblingoak]

Picking Out Tulips

~ Tales From Lucifer's Hollow ~

This can be directly blamed on @forlorn-crows and their encouragement for this silly story 💙

Mountain x Rain ~ this is just a random little snippet from a future fic called Petal For Your Thoughts.

Warnings: Rain being head over heels for Mountain and his freckles, sfw, about 900 words

Rain smashed into the door, groaning and immediately feeling like the biggest idiot alive.

“What’d you do?”

“Ugh, nothing.  I’m fine.”  Rain tried to swat at Mountain’s hands but the big ghoul easily pushed them away.  He couldn’t help but sigh when Mountain gently pushed some of his hair back, his fingers running along his forehead and over the small bump that was already forming.  He opened his eyes, squinting up at the tall ghoul but when he saw Mountain grinning down at him he immediately closed them again.  “Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You were thinking about it though.”  He let Mountain lead him back into the bathroom, pouting when he looked in the mirror and saw the red mark on his forehead.  “This is your fault by the way.”

“My fault?  What did I do?”

Rain barely suppressed a shriek when Mountain’s big hands gripped his waist, easily lifting him up so he was sitting on the counter.  Their faces were level now and Rain couldn’t help but get lost in Mountain’s green eyes.  The little flecks of gold sparkling in the bathroom lights.  There was a smattering of freckles across his cheeks and nose.  They appeared again along the earth ghoul’s shoulders and even further down on his che–  

“You’re doing it again.”

“I’m literally standing here.”  

Rain huffed, doing his best to look at a point on the wall behind Mountain.  There was too much of him on display.  Too much skin and hair and horns and oh, was that his tail slipping up his le–

“I thought we agreed no,”  He gestured vaguely between them both, his frustration growing as Mountain’s smirk got bigger.  Rain groaned in defeat, leaning forward until his head was resting against Mountain’s warm chest.  A soft ‘ow’ left him at the pressure against the bump on his head.  “You’re being too sexy.”

Mountain’s chest vibrated under his head, the ghoul apparently finding great amusement in Rain’s predicament.  When Rain leaned back with a raised eyebrow Mountain shook his head, following him back so he could press a kiss on the tip of Rain’s nose.

“I’ll try to tone it down.”  He winked, grinning when Rain sighed again.  “Seriously though, how did you hit your head?”

“I came out to ask if you had a spare toothbrush and got uh, distracted.”  Rain couldn’t help but pout when Mountain just stared at him, knowing there was more to the story.  “It was the glasses.”

“Glasses?  Wait, my reading glasses?”

“Yes, you big idiot.  You were just sitting there in bed with your stupid glasses and your stupid tulip catalog.  It was hot.  Sue me.”

“So the sight of me in glasses, picking tulip bulbs out, was too much for you huh?”  Rain nodded primly, choosing to count the freckles on Mountain’s shoulders instead of meeting his eyes.  “Well, I’ll have to warn you next time I’m going to wear them.”

“All the skin didn’t help either.”

“I like sleeping in the nude, you’re lucky I’m wearing shorts.”  

Rain fell forward again, although this time he hooked an arm around Mountain’s shoulders and pushed his nose against the earth ghoul’s neck.  He smelled so good, like the woods and moss.  Like a garden of wildflowers basking in the sun.  It took all of his self control not to slip his tongue out and taste Mountain’s skin.

“Can we go to bed now?”  Mountain didn’t answer, but he wrapped an arm around Rain’s back and then hooked his other one under the water ghoul’s knees.  He easily lifted him up off the counter and carried back into the bedroom, smiling down at Rain’s pout.  “Show off.”

He yelped when Mountain dropped him onto the bed but quickly moved under the covers, burrowing down under the warm sheet and soft quilt.  Mountain climbed in after him, sliding an arm under Rain and tugging him close.  Rain watched him reach over to the side table to grab his discarded catalog but he hesitated at the last moment and looked back towards him.

“Are you going to be ok if I put my glasses back on?”

“I hate you.  Take me home.”

“Help me pick out some tulips first.”

Rain sighed, doing his best to focus on the pictures of flowers and not his extremely attractive boyfriend.  Mountain was almost too good to be true but Rain could see himself getting used to this.  To nights snuggled up in this big bed next to his big earth ghoul.  He spread his hand along the quilt, turning from the catalog to admire the design.

“This is nice, where did you get it?”

“I made it.”

Rain couldn’t help it, he started laughing.  His whole body was shaking with it.  When he managed to look up at Mountain, he started laughing harder.  The poor ghoul look bewildered, probably wondering what the hell was wrong with him.  Rain grabbed the catalog and tossed it onto the floor as he moved to straddle him.  Mountain’s hands quickly grabbed his waist, moving under Rain’s shirt and spreading up his back.  

With delicate fingers Rain took his glasses off and set them onto the table before reaching up to bury his fingers in Mountain’s thick hair.

“Of course you did.”

Mountain’s mouth tasted like tea and toothpaste and a hundred other things Rain never wanted to forget.

Read two other snippets: here and here

Tales From Lucifer's Hollow will be an au series centering around a small town and the daily lives of the ghouls and humans that live there.

If you'd like to be added/removed from the tag list (or if I accidentally left your name off) of this fic or any of my others please leave a comment or send me a dm! Thank you 💙

My Masterlist ~ My Archive of our Own ~ My Ko-Fi Tip Jar

[came-out-of-the-coffin-desisted]

not to out of left field dragon age post, but i’m thinking of replaying origins and it made me think about how like. mahariel and tamlen are definitely old enough to be married/bonded by dalish standards, and they’ve been friends for at least a fews years if not their whole lives (and it’s probably their whole lives honestly) so they’ve had time to get bonded.

so the implication is that either a) they haven’t gotten their shit together enough to tell each other how they feel much before like. the week origins begins OR b) the elders wouldn’t allow them to bond, the way they wouldn’t let mahariel’s parents bond, and eventually they relented. and i know a lot of people like the first one and i agree that it is like. nicer to the characters. but the second one makes me go INSANE because it’s like. we think you’re too immature, or maybe just one of you is, you’re too impetuous, you don’t think before you act, and you egg each other on, or one of you is too devoted to hold the other one back. whichever it is, it’s a matter of worrying they won’t be good for each other— they don’t approve of the match.

until someone (probably ashalle or marethari herself) intervenes, and the FIRST thing, the very first thing that happens is they find that cave. no matter how it happened— if tamlen refused to go back to prove that he was worthy, if they egged each other on, if mahariel led tamlen forward— they WERE bad for each other, but not out of malice. out of love. and afterwards, when mahariel is a warden and tamlen is gone from them forever (even if they will, unbeknownst to them, see him again, just in the most horrifying way possible,) i can just imagine them sitting up nights, afraid to sleep because of the horrible dreams, alternatively blaming the elders for not letting them be together sooner and blaming themselves for not going back, for not making him go back.

in the gauntlet, the spirit or demon or whatever it is takes the form of tamlen, taunts them about their failure, about their waking fucking nightmare.

and months later, when there have been so many loses that they’re sort of numb to it all, when they’ve made a new family and maybe fallen in love again, when they’re living every day like it could be their last (because it could be,) they wake up one night in a cold sweat, or they’re in the middle of ~something~ with their new partner, and shrieks ambush their camp. they have to come out and fight, back to back with their new family, with their lover— they finish the fight covered in blood, every inch the warden, every inch the hero of ferelden. and in the aftermath, there he is. the ghost of the one person they never thought they’d lose, their best friend, the soulmate they were /supposed/ to have. and he’s a ghoul, he’s dying, and if they don’t kill him, the blight will force their hand.

and then there’s one fucking line with alistair about it. you can’t follow up on it. …but imagine if you could. imagine if the warden absolutely melts down afterward. imagine if they got to feel, for once, the ENORMITY of what they’ve lost, the enormity of what the blight took from them, which they’ll never get back, even if they have people they love. even if they live through it all, they save the world, now they’re the warden commander and they get to live free of fear—they’ll still never be one half of the happy elder couple who laughs and jokes and says ‘yes’ to every match because they believe in love over all. they’ll never get to see merrill become keeper and tease her about how pompous she was as a kid, they’ll never have children. they’ll never hunt again, never sit with the halla and smile about the beauty of the world.

in a lot of ways i think that the elven wardens lose the least, because they gain power they’d otherwise never have— but they still lose things. there is no easy way to become a warden. the only way that a warden loses nothing by joining is if they had nothing to lose at all.

[divine-misfortune]

Thinking about Dew and that fucking packer post and I am not alright.

I blame @sphylor

And also @crimsonclergy for putting the original image in my head

Anyways Rain loves to show off his man.

"We're gonna be late" Dew mumbled vacantly as he watched Rain's hands drag up along his sides. Bare skin on bare skin. Cool relief.

He didn't know why he said it, he didn't care, and Rain certainly didn't either. If the water ghoul did, they wouldn't still be standing there in the middle of the hotel room. Rain wouldn't be slotted against his back, exploring the planes and valleys of his body. But they were, but he was.

"We are." Rain agreed as his lips ghosted over his pulse.

"You don't even have your glamor on...You can't go out like this."

"I know." He hummed as his nails raked lightly through the pale blonde hair that trailed over his belly.

Dew looked up from Rain's hands, a feat he's surprised he could manage, and caught a glimpse of them in the vanity mirror. He knew Rain liked it like this. Some weird fascination with Dew's human disguise. Rain preferred to remain how he was, all fins and scales, dangerous in appearance. He liked how delicate Dew looked in the arms of a beast.

Their eyes met in their reflection and Rain's lips curled. A glint of teeth that made his knees feel weak.

"Not done with you yet," The water ghoul hummed, absentmindedly thumbing over one of his nipples, already pebbled and sensitive from the blaring air conditioner. His claw caught on one of the silver rings and tugged gently.

Dew's breath caught and he carefully swallowed the whimper in his throat. The goosebumps on his skin remained despite the steadily growing heat beneath the surface.

Rain pulled away from him and Dew nearly tipped backwards. The space he occupied against his back felt colder, and his body suddenly ached with something that could be confused for need. Loneliness. His body yearned for Rain the second it registered his absence.

"Not letting you out that door yet, lantern."

Rain reappeared in front of him with a devious glint in his eyes.

His voice came with the sharp edge of possessiveness, one Dew was intimately familiar with. It was like he'd struck a match, and was dangling it just over the kindling. Teasing him with ignition.

His palm slid over Dew's stomach, the muscles involuntarily tensing at the feather light touch, and stopped just at his waistband. He lingered and tapped a claw lightly against the metal button, considering.

"You love me, right droplet?"

"That's a stupid question." Dew snorted, embarrassment beginning to burn in his face. "Of course I do."

"Tell me."

Something in the water ghoul's tone softened. There was nothing coy about the request. Genuine, holding his heart on display for a fleeting second.

"...Love you, Rain. So much, love you."

He chuffed happily and slid the weight of his hand over the front of Dew's pants. He dipped further, just between his legs. Dew's hips bucked forward against his palm, the seam of his jeans only added friction against his swollen clit. Rain admired the color steadily creeping down the fire ghoul's neck to his collarbones. Almost glowing red.

"And you love me so well, baby." His voice fell to a whisper, continuing to grind the heel of his hand against him. "So good to me..."

Dew took his wrist in both hands, unsure if he wanted to push him away or apply more pressure. For the moment he just held him there, and Rain thankfully let him. He could have been cruel, scolded him, struck him, but the pleased smile remained firmly in place. Not tonight, promised the warmth in his gaze.

"So good," Rain repeats, breathier. "Love your cock," his tongue darted out to wet his lips, and Dew didn’t dare look away. "This one's all mine."

"Fuck...Yes, yes baby..." Dew nodded repeatedly, almost as eager as his clumsy attempt to rut into his hand. He could feel the slick dampening his boxers already, fuel to the fire.

"You gonna wear your packer out tonight?" His lips pressed briefly against Dew's temple, he was nearly burning. Close. "In those tight jeans, fuck, you'd look so big..."

Dew made a strangled sound, almost a whine but not quite.

"So big...Everyone would stare, bet they'd wonder what it looked like."

Dew could see it in the brief seconds he thought to blink. The harsh colored lights and the music loud enough to vibrate in his molars. Bodies pressed too close together in a place that smelled of sweat and vodka. Hot, sweaty, loud. On such a tightly packed dance floor he could be shameless. He could grab Rain by his hips and pull his plush ass right back against the bulge in his jeans. Dew loved to see how far he could push it, just how long he could rut up against Rain and let his hands drift somewhere indecent, before he caught a stranger's eye. It was another performance to him.

He loved the risk, and Rain loved the attention.

"You wanna spend the night grinding on my big cock?" Dew laughed breathlessly and Rain shared his amused sentiment, trilling in agreement.

"Oh more than anything. I want them to be jealous that you're mine...That I get to take you home. They can gawk over that silicone all they want though, because only I get to strip you down and see your cunt. Only I get to taste you, feel your dick throb against my tongue, it's all mine."

His. Just his.

Dew felt the sparks in his belly and an overwhelming flare of heat. It felt good to burn for Rain.

"Anything you want Rainy, anything princess, I'll give you my cock all night, promise."

"I know you will, firefly."

[hypnoneghoul]

Could we maybe get a little something about Rain having a POTS episode during sexy time? This totally happened to me once. I passed out and it freaked my partner out like bad... 😬 Whoops

sorry it took so long, I just didn't have any decent ideas how to go about this lmao

Rain was feeling dizzy since he woke up, blamed it on the weather. He spent most of the day in his room, then the commons, avoiding activities that could make him pass out, eating some salty snacks.

But then Swiss showed up.

He crawled onto the couch where Rain was lounging and glued himself to his side, purring. It didn't take long for the multi ghoul to start to slide his hands over Rain's thighs, his chest. A small brush against his nipple, accidental touch too close to his cock.

One word from Rain and Swiss would stop, he knew that, but despite not feeling the best, the water ghoul wanted it to develop into more concrete touches. He was in the mood even if his body wouldn't agree.

"Swiss?" Rain breathed after a particularly purposeful hump against his thigh.

"Mhm?"

"Get me to your room," Swiss perked up at that, toothy grin on full display, eyes glistening with need.

"On it, princess," he said as he hoisted Rain up and into his arms.

That's how they ended up in their current predicament - Rain sprawled out under Swiss on his back as the multi ghoul pounded into him. Every thrust knocked the breath out of Rain's lungs as well as made a sharp wave of dizziness wash over him.

But Swiss felt so good...

Rain was so out of it he didn't register Swiss asking him a question and himself answering to it. What he did register was being sharply turned around and ending up sitting on the multi ghoul with his hands on his hips.

"Come on, ride me, baby," he breathed. Rain tried, once, before realizing he fucked up. Upright position did not help, quite the opposite.

He remembers falling forward and face planting into Swiss' chest and then he was out, unconscious.

When he came back, he was under Swiss again, his terrified face looming close over his own, "Oh, Satan, are you alive?"

"W- what?" Rain mumbled, confused.

"I thought you fucking died on me! Just... flopped down, I didn't know what to do!" the multi ghoul freaked out. He knelt back and wiped his face with his hand, sighing exasperatedly.

"Sorry," he couldn't help but giggle. Swiss was really funny when he freaked out.

"Rain, it's not funny!"

"I know, I know, it's just..." another involuntary giggle interrupted him, "you are."

"I'M SERIOUS, YOU SCARED ME!" Swiss threw his hands up dramatically.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," Rain lied. It would never not be funny. "However, I think we were in the middle of something so..."

"Are you seriously-"

"Swiss," he interrupted him. There was a task at hand. "What do I always tell you helps if I feel like passing out?"

The multi ghoul hesitated, not sure of the simple answer, "Something... salty?"

"Yeah," he chuckled. "What's nice and salty that I like to eat?"

This took Swiss a bit longer to get to but-

"Oh."

"Yes, oh. So let's get back to it. Give it to me, make sure I don't pass out again, won't ya?"

One thing about Swiss was that he cared about his mate, deeply. And well, if Rain needed cum to feel better, Swiss was happy to deliver. Any and all amount.

[saruman-the-silly]

Prank Wars

tags: swiss x gn!reader, pure fluff and mild spice

You had heard a lot about the ghouls, but the other Siblings always advised you to stay clear of them. They told stories about how some ghoul had bitten a Siblings finger off for no reason.

But, you being a curious mind, you never took the warning seriously. I mean, how bad can they be? You most certainly didn't have any survival instincts so one day after work, you wandered down to the lower leves of the abbey, where the ghouls lived.

On that fateful day, you bumped right into Swiss, almost falling down but he caught you just in time.

"Whoa, careful there, hot stuff," he grinned mischieviously. "You might wanna head back upstairs so you don't get eaten." Swiss, of course, was just joking around but he was curious. None of the Siblings had wandered down to the ghouls den since the incident with one of Primo's ghouls.

"No thanks! I want to look around some more, I've never been down here before," you smiled angelically, patting his arm. He flashed you a grin, sharp teeth shining.

"Well then, I better show you around, huh?" He offered his arm, which you gladly took.

You hadn't known back then but that was the start of a beautiful, albeit sometimes frustrating relationship. You loved Swiss with your whole heart, you really did but sometimes.. sometimes he was just a pain in the ass. This was one of those times.

You walked into your room, and found all of your stuff taped to the ceiling. Swiss had somehow managed to tape even your ukulele to the ceiling. You sighed, and rubbed your eyes before opening the door to the hallway and yelling: "SWISS YOU BASTARD, GET IN HERE NOW!"

Soon enough, he appeared before you, with a smug grin on his face. You sighed, and handed him a dollar. "Fine, you got me this time. But don't get too cocky, I will get you back!"

Swiss laughed and pulled you in for a hug, which you gladly returned while lovingly mumbling insults at him.

"Just so you know, you're gonna have to help me un-tape all of my stuff."

"Aw man, can we do it later-" You lightly smacked him on the shoulder and he laughed.

"Okay okay fine, I'll help you." Swiss kissed your forehead before pulling you inside your room, closing the door behind him.

Swiss then spun around, pinned you against the door, kissing you passionately, making you groan. You deepened the kiss and slid your hands around his neck, pulling him close to you. The two of you made out for a couple of minutes, before you pulled away.

"You still have to help me get my stuff down."

Swiss grinned. "Okay yeah, get me a knife and a chair and your stuff will be back on the ground in no time." You happily obliged, your plan having worked perfectly.

Swiss was whistling cheerfully while cutting your stuff open, not noticing his bright blue lips. You had put on some waterproof colour changing lipstick and smeared it on his face during your make out session.

The lipstick looked clear on you, but with a little magic trick from Phantom, it would appear bright blue on Swiss. And the best part was, it was extra long lasting.

You smiled to yourself, before looking at Swiss who was almost done getting your stuff off the ceiling. He hopped off the chair, kissing you on the cheek.

"There you go babe," Swiss smiled, "Just remember, I cannot be beaten when it comes to pranks."

"Oh yes, but you can't blame me for trying," you smiled innocently.

Swiss shook his head, kissed you again on the forehead and headed out the door.

You waited. And waited a little more.. aaaannd...

"WHAT THE HELL-"

You grinned. Perfect timing.

----------

slowly getting back into writing with something short and stupid :D hope you enjoy and thanks for reading <3

[danieyells]

Yessss Jin and Thoma being obnoxious rich brats feeling quite comfortable perving on the mc bc of connections and money. Jin snuck a hand down the hem of your bottoms and groped your ass? With one look everyone knows to act like they weren't watching even if he was obvious. Thoma groped your chest and smirked at your reaction? Surely it was an accident and a nervous laugh. Jin took a photo of you in your underwear without asking? My parents' boss's son would never please don't fire my parents .

The only one who sticks up for you are Kaito and Luca, telling off either Jin or Thoma when they get too close or do something dubious

re: Tohma and Jin using Tohma's stigma to sexually harass you for their amusement

The funny thing is that Jin would never take advantage of it anyway--like yes please tell his dad what a disgrace he is, he hates that guy lmao. He'd start messing with you just to fuck up his reputation.

But oh god yes just. Jin being shitty and entitled and abusive rich boy and Tohma just smiling and helping lolol KAITO DID SAY HE GOT CALLED A TYRANT A LOT BEHIND HIS BACK so i mean would you put it past him to probably be abusing his power a little?

Hyde looks the other way when you say Taiga tried to murder you, while Dante is not at all that kind of lenient I think Jin and Tohma would be able to get away with a lot. Darkwick trusts Tohma, he would never unbutton your shirt to expose your chest and tell you you should make yourself look more appealing if you want to get anywhere in life. Jin is the president of the japan branch of the institute's son, he would never tell you you have to go to class without underwear on and threaten to punish you for not complying. Tohma wouldn't grind his cock against your ass while helping you perform some task, it was probably an accident. Jin would never make you lick and suck at something spilled on him to prevent it from staining. Stop trying to place the blame for your perverse fantasies on other, important, influential people!

Kaito tries to stick up for you, but he's a coward. . .so he helps you learn to dodge things like that. He's gotten real good at avoiding Jin and Tohma and anybody with authority who isn't a teacher, so he teaches you the schedules. Gives you all his best excuses. Maybe they won't all work but it's something right? Tries to keep you busy so you'll be too busy to help Tohma and Jin. . .not that they'll tolerate you doing 'less important' things instead of your 'job' as servant.

Luca is a bit braver and will vouch for you and stand up to them. But ultimately he doesn't have the power or influence or sway to help either. . .he'll take you on a lot of missions, or maybe try and get the faculty to believe you or get other houses to take you on missions so you're kept too busy for Jin and Tohma to mess with.

Of course, some other ghouls are no better, they're just more likely to get into trouble. Leo listens to you masturbate through the walls, Towa and Haru just come into your room whenever they want, Taiga and Romeo exist, Hotarubi is fine, Lyca has not been trained not to hump you, and Yuri is Yuri. There's not much escape if the ghouls were the sexually harassing type really.

[musical-shit-show]

Can I request 36 and 39 from prompt list 2 with Beetlejuice? I adore your writing sm🛐 and I’m in desperate need of some angst.

no other shade of blue

Pairing: Beetlejuice x Reader

Inspiration: Prompts #36 (“stop pushing me away.”) and #39 (“don’t blame me, you know what you signed up for.”) from Prompt List 2

Warnings: alcohol consumption, cursing, angst, sexual references, beej and reader are kinda both assholes

Word Count: 1,550

Author’s Note: Sorry this took so long, anon! I know I say this a lot, but it’s been really hard for me to find creative inspiration these days. I’m going to blame the weather. But luckily now that the holidays are over, I might finally take my resolutions seriously and write more. Who knows!

Anyways, I love writing angst so I really need to do that more often. If you’d like to read more, check out my Masterlist and About Me page. And if you’d like to make a request, I have several Prompt lists for plenty of inspiration! As always, thanks everyone for the support. I really want to get better at writing this year, so that requires me to actually, ya know, write. Hopefully I stick to that! Happy 2024 and happy reading!

“So, you got a boyfriend?”

You couldn’t help but groan as you downed the shot he had so graciously bought you. He was a friend of a friend of a friend, and you were getting drunker by the second.

Your actual friends had decided on a dingy bar in the city that night, but you couldn’t help but look at the time nervously as they happily clamored around the pool table behind you. It was getting late.

“Oh, what an interesting and complicated question, Darren,” you replied, doing your absolute best not to slur your words. You exhaled, your elbows digging into the top of the bar. “Yes and no.”

Darren couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. He was cute, but definitely did not seem above taking advantage of a drunk girl with an ambiguous relationship status.

“Situationship?” he probed, pulling his beer towards his lips. You didn’t answer. “Been there. Can be fun, but…messy.”

A dry laugh escaped your lips. Messy didn’t even begin to cover it, but you didn’t have enough hours in the day to explain it to this guy. Nor did you want to.

“Yeah,” you said, toying with the shot glass, “He can be sweet but…I wouldn’t want to get on his bad side if I were you.”

“I’m tough.”

“Believe me, it’s not worth the trouble.”

“I’d like to decide that for myself, thanks,” he drawled, his eyelids heavy as he glanced towards the door. “Wanna get outta here?”

Before you knew it you were slammed up against the side of a building that made up a dimly-lit alleyway, the brick digging into your back as Darren kissed you aggressively.

Your eyes fluttered, trying to focus on the task at hand. But your attention turned the flickering streetlamp and menacing fog that seemed to be encroaching upon your impromptu hookup.

He nipped at your neck, and you couldn’t help but let out an involuntary moan. An action that you would certainly be paying for later.

“Shit,” you muttered, hearing a low growl in your ear. He was close, and you could only imagine the shitstorm he would cause if you continued to make out with this random. 

You cursed the day you ever listened to Beetlejuice. He was persuasive in more ways than one, and if you didn’t act fast, things would get ugly.

“Hey,” you said as Darren came up for air, “I have to go, but, uh, I’ll call you?” He looked at you a little disappointed, but after a few moments and an awkward number exchange, you were left alone.

You looked around, making sure no other living person was in earshot. “Alright, show’s over, asshole!” you goaded, growing angrier by the second, “Come on out now.”

“You’ll call him?” an indignant voice bellowed, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. Beetlejuice was nothing if not dramatic.

Ever since you summoned him—accidentally, you might add—the ghoul had been nothing but a thorn in your side. Unfortunately for you, you also happened to be drawn to the passionate energy that came with that kind of adversarial relationship.

It was a problem you knew would be better addressed in therapy. Instead, you thought it’d be a better idea to fuck the ghost. 

“No, you idiot,” you shot back as the demon appeared, floating angrily above you, “You’ll make sure of that, won’t you?”

Beetlejuice’s feet hit the ground, his hair glowing bright red in the moonlight. He drew closer to you, a predator stalking its prey.

“I’ve been watching you all night, babe,” he hissed, your back hitting the wall yet again. Your body instantly tensed, the smell of death and decay overwhelming your senses. He shook his head, a mix of arousal and disgust flashing on his pale face.

Your eyes bore into his as they glowered with envy. “So?” you drew your shoulders back, straightening your spine, “We’re not together. Who I fuck or don’t fuck is none of your goddamn business.”

He laughed indignantly, “You think I’m threatened by that guy? Please.” His amber eyes flashed briefly with a twinge of insecurity.

“Then why go through the trouble of scaring him off, hm?” you goaded, “Afraid I’d finally found someone better?”

Beetlejuice couldn’t help but feel wounded. Sure, you both fought. A lot. But you couldn’t stay away from each other for long. You’d fight, you’d banish him, and then like clockwork, you’d call him back and reconcile, which usually involved ripping each other’s clothes off.

Despite never defining the relationship, the two of you couldn’t help feel possessive over one another. And because you had a vindictive streak, you didn’t care about using other guys to make him jealous.

“You and I both know that’s not true,” he growled, pressing a large hand against the wall as he inched closer to you, “And we also know that I’m a better fuck than any of those other breathers combined.” You inhaled, stifling your fear and shoving it back down your throat.

Beetlejuice’s gaze softened. Even for a dead guy, he could pick up on your mannerisms like no one else. “You’re so fucking stubborn, you know that? I just wish you would stop pushing me away. A demon can only take so much back and forth from one human.”

Your eyes narrowed, your face inching closer to his. You studied his expression for cracks in the façade that he loved to put up. It was just one of the many ways he liked to fuck with you.

“Ah, the ‘woe is me’ bullshit,” you smirked. “Don’t blame me, you know what you signed up for.”

Even in the dim streetlight, you could see Beetlejuice’s mood shift from pure scarlet anger to a melancholic swirl of violet and maroon. It would’ve been almost beautiful if you weren’t so pissed at him.

“And if I remember correctly, you were the one who didn’t want to be tied down,” you scoffed in disgust, reminding him of his many trysts down to the Netherworld, “It’s not my fault you can’t take the same bullshit that you dish out to me.”

You typically had a don’t ask, don’t tell policy; but recently, you could feel the jealousy between the two of you reaching a boiling point. You were looking for a fight, and you knew hooking up with another guy would send Beetlejuice over the edge.

“Drop the tough guy act, sweetheart,” he was almost pleading with you, ignoring the harshness he exhibited only moments ago. “You know I don’t want anyone else.”

‘Not in the ways that matter, anyways,’ he thought, unwilling to tack on that addendum verbally.

You felt hot tears forming in your eyes, but you held them back. You’d be damned if you let Beetlejuice see you cry, after all the vitriol you’d spat at him.

He finally backed away from you, giving you room to breathe. You peeled yourself from the brick wall, unsure how to proceed.

Beetlejuice considered sweeping you off your feet; maybe an attempt at wooing you would make you both forget the meaningless squabbling.

After all, that was how the two of you communicated: passionate fights and even more passionate sex.

Not exactly the healthiest relationship. And by the looks of it, this…thing between you was starting to take its toll.

“I don’t…I can’t believe you,” you muttered, your heart pounding in your chest. “W-We fight constantly, and I’m awful to you, and…I don’t like who I am when I’m with you, Beej.”

All red from the demon’s hair was instantly replaced with deep purples and blues. A sign of complete melancholy.

“I get it, babe,” he said, his voice dripping with despair. “What can I say? I bring out the worst in people.” He sounded disgusted with himself, like he knew this would happen eventually and he did nothing to prevent the inevitable.

It didn’t matter that he loved you more than any other breather. He couldn’t tell you. It was too late.

Beetlejuice knew he was broken, and now he had broken you too. And the thought of that made him want to die again and again.

You tried to speak but no words were able to escape your throat. You wanted to apologize, to tell him that no other guys mattered, that you could start over and figure it out.

But you couldn’t.

Instead, a strange sob came out, and you tried to shield yourself in the shadows of the alley so that he couldn’t see you. Beetlejuice cocked his head, a sad expression on his pale face.

“I should, uh, probably go then,” he said, his gravelly voice low. He usually relished in making breathers cry, but now he couldn’t even bare to look at you as tears streamed down your face.

You nodded, signaling that you wanted him to leave. “I’m…fuck, I’m sorry,” he said. He didn’t really know what else to say, the air thick between you.

You turned around to face him, salt stinging your eyes. But he was gone. Not even a stupid puff of green smoke left behind.

‘It’s for the best,’ you thought as you walked home alone.

Of course, you knew that thought wouldn’t stick; you knew you’d last three days maximum before you summoned that demon again.

Old habits die hard.

*****

Thanks for reading! Please like/comment/reblog if you enjoyed!

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Kino Prologue

ー The scene starts on the open fields

Kino: …

( ーー Before I knew it, I found myself there. )

Where…am I? And who exactly am I?

( In a daze, I simply started walking ahead. With each step I took, I could feel myself having a harder time to breathe, a foul stench lingering in the air of this barren land. )

( I feel a strong sensation that simply being alive would bring nothing but me pain and suffering. …Almost as if this is the Underworld. )

Kino: ( Aah, now I get it. )

( I must have surely met a terrible fate somewhere. )

…

( I suppose it no longer matters. If I simply pass away here in silence. )

( Without anyone having to know… )

*Twinkle*

Kino: Oh!?

( A star fell down? )

( Did I imagine that? No, I’m positive I saw it sparkle. )

…I guess I’ll keep walking just a little further ahead.

Monologue

Rotigenberg.

The Cursed land, where the foul stench of rotten figs,

lingers in the air.

These are the Demon World’s wastelands,

home to the ‘Ghouls’,

a group of creatures who aren’t shunned by their descent,

since they are not acknowledged as proper Demons.

Whether the light flashing through the foggy air in front of me,

was a coincidence or the inevitable,

I do not know.

However, I once again started walking.

Solely holding onto the faith,

that ahead of that fallen star, happiness was waiting for me…

ー The scene shifts to the emergency stairs of Kaminashi Tower

Kino: Hmー What a lovely view.

The bright neon lights are beautiful…and the air is fresh.

( They cannot even be compared. )

*Flap flap flap*

Kino: ーー Welcome. Come on, you can sit on my arm.

*Caw caw caw*

Kino: …So, how are things looking?

*Caw caw caw*

Kino: I see. …So he’s here. You’ve done your job. You can head home now.

*Flap flap flap*

Kino: I suppose I should get going then.

ー Kino jumps up on the tip of the tower

Kino: Nn~ The breeze feels great up here. It was a smart idea to climb up the tower.

I’d love to just fly through the wind into the distance but…

But I’m the one who asked him to meet, so I have to show up now, don’t I?

I hope he’ll make it worth my time…Fufu.

ー The scene shifts to the park

Kino: Uhm…?

ー Richter approaches him

Richter: Are you the one who called me out here?

Kino: Yeah, exactly. Nice to meet you, Uncle.

Richter: ‘Uncle’, huh…? I did not think I would run into another individual who refers to me as such.

Although I have to admit that my older brother was a true ladies’ man. I wouldn’t be surprised to find out he has a couple of illegitimate children running around…

But how do you intend to prove that you are indeed one of them?

Kino: That’s a piece of cake. …Hah!

*Woosh*

Richter: What are you doing all of a suddーー

Kino: Oh? Not enough to convince you? Then…!

*WOOSH*

Richter: You are…

Kino: …Can you still claim that I’m not actually Father’s child after seeing this?

Richter: No, to be able to produce such strong magic here in the human world…

It is true that it would be impossible for anyone who isn’t related to my older brother. …Heh. Very well. Let me hear what you have to say.

Kino: I’m glad you understand.

Richter: Yes, my sincere apologies. So, what do you want to do next? If you’d like, I will happily lend you a hand.

Kino: Hm? 

Richter: Let me think…I will do anything within my power to help you steal back those powers from that troublemaker.

*Rustle*

Richter: Not a bad suggestion, is it? When you eventually conquer the Demon World, I shall be there to lighten the pressure put on these narrow shoulders of yours.

Kino: …Get your dirty hands off me.

*Rustle*

Richter: Come again?

Kino: Hm? Nothing~ No, you just caught me a little off guard, you see. My bad!

I mean, even though you are related to Karlheinz as well…You’re just so incredibly underwhelming.

Richter: I beg your pardon!?

Kino: I mean, you can’t blame me, can you? Or can you prove your strength to me, like I did earlier?

Richter: …Every individual has their strengths and weaknesses. In our case, it just so happens that my older brother ran away with all of the strong genes.

Kino: In short, you’re a loser.

Richter: I am not. My older brother was ignorant to the concept of love, but I am full of affection and I know what it feels like to be loved by another.

A beautiful lady once proved that to me, you see.

Kino: …I could care less.

Richter: Did you say something?

Kino: Nah, I don’t really understand love and such…So yeah.

Richter: Haha, no need to worry. I promise that if you quietly grab my hand, I shall ensure that everything goes smoothly.

Now then, allow me to show you to my manor. I have made quite the name for myself here in the human world, so I will be able to assist you in various waysーー

Kino: I see. …You really think highly of yourself, don’t you? 

Richter: …

Kino: You really think I’m going to believe some bullshit story about you being loved?

Richter: …! And what do you know!?

Kino: Haha! My information on you must be correct then. You are very much aware that you never once loved in your life…Aren’t you?

Richter: So this is what I get for being humble…!

*Woosh*

Kino: Too slow. …You’re going to need to work on your speed.

ー Kino disappears

Richter: !? Where did he go!?

Kino: Behind you. Haah!

*WOOSH*

Kino: Farewell, Uncle.

*SPLATTER*

ー Richter collapses

*Thud*

Richter: Kuh…Hah…Ah. Uu…

…

Kino: I hope that in the Afterlife, you will be reunited with Auntie who you loved so much. …Haha.

Yuuri: Is it over, Kino?

Kino: Guess so. Go and stab his corpse on the tip of the tower over there.

Yuuri: Why?

Kino: To celebrate! …Yet another Vampire kicked the bucket, so we have to hold a big party!

Right, right! Will you take care of ‘that’ as well while you’re putting him up there?

Yuuri: Yes, I understand.

Kino: Well then, that’s one more piece of trash out of the way. …Now, I suppose I’ll go and rinse off the blood which got on me first. …!

*TIMESKIP*

Kino: All preparations are taken care of. …I suppose I shall go and pick up the Princess then.

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the street outside

Yui: ( Where am I? I thought I was sleeping. )

*Thud*

Yui: ( Hm? …I felt something hit my foot. )

*Thud thud*

Yui: ( Is that…an apple rolling on the ground? For some reason, I feel as if I should follow it… )

ー Yui starts chasing the apple

Yui: ( …Wait…! )

*Thud thud*

Yui: ( Eh? There’s more of them? Actually, where exactly are these apples coming from…? )

*Rustle*

Yui: Eek!

( The path behind me is becoming distorted. The walls melting away into darkness…I’m scared! )

( I feel like I’ll get swallowed as well if I don’t keep running forward. )

ー Yui keeps on running until she eventually wakes up in her room

Yui: !

*Thud*

Yui: ( Was that a dream just now…? It was terrifying, I broke a cold sweat. )

( It’s still pitch dark outside, so I’d like to sleep a bit more…Hm? )

*Flap flap flap*

Yui: ( Is that a crow outside the window? )

( Are crows nocturnal? …No, I’m pretty sure they aren’t. )

( Then why…? )

*Caw caw caw*

Yui: ( …It’s giving me creepy vibes, so better not go take a look. )

( I don’t know whether I’ll be able to sleep, but I’ll just lie down…and wait for the morning to come. )

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the classroom

Female Student A: Ahーaah. Such a bummer that our society class’ excursion got cancelled. I was looking forward to visiting Kaminashi Tower.

Female Student B: Right? I can’t believe they’re expecting us to sit through this lecture instead.

Female Student A: But you know, I heard that the whole area is off limits right now, so there’s nothing we can do about it.

Female Student B: Apparently it’s because of a murder case? People were talking about how blood fell down from the sky like rain yesterday!

Female Student A: Eh? Really?

Female Student B: Yeah. My boyfriend passed by the area yesterday and he told me how the whole ground was covered in red puddles!

Female Student A: Ehー!?

Female Student B: But they didn’t cover it on the news, so it could just be someone pulling a prank.

*Ding dongー Ding dongー*

Yui: ( I can’t believe such a thing apparently happened at Kaminashi Tower. …It’s really closeby, so I’m not too thrilled about it. )

( Please let it just be some prank. )

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the shopping district

Yui: ( …I feel a little uneasy having to walk back home alone on a day like this. I’ll try to take the well-lit paths back. )

( I can’t believe that today, out of all days, everyone had some other business they needed to attend so they didn’t arrange the limousine…Oh well, guess it can’t be helped. )

ー Yui notices a new store

Yui: ( Oh? A new store has opened up over here. )

( …I suppose I can drop by for a bit now that I’m here. )

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: ( I ended up buying a little knick-knack. I wonder where I should put it in my room? )

…

( I’ve really gotten used to that room without realizing. )

( Not just my own room either. Before I knew it, that manor had become almost like my own home. …I wonder why I still go back there? )

( It’s not like I willingly chose to live there…So I wonder how much longer I’ll be able to stay? )

( I used to often ponder about that in the past but lately it has completely slipped my mind. …I’m not sure how I feel about that. )

ー Somebody runs up to her

???: Uriah!

*Rustle*

Yui: ( Eh? …Someone grabbed my chest…! )

Kyahー!!

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: W-W-What are you doing!?

Ayato: Shut up! Anyway, you’re still as flat as ever, aren’t you? I thought that maybe they would have grown a lil’ by now.

Yui: Gosh! …I lost weight because of you, you know!?

Ayato: Hehe, what’s this? Look who has a big mouth now!

Yui: ( Hahー …I suppose I just no longer have time to fret about such things because everyday is like a rollercoaster ride. )

Monologue

Even though the days are still the same,

there is one slight thing which has changed.

Actually, the Sakamaki household,

now has a new leader on the throne.

After Karlheinz-san passed away,

the one who inherited his powers…was Ayato-kun.

Apparently he has been going back and forth,

between the human and Demon World,

as part of his new title as Vampire King.

Yui: ( I mean, I don’t know what exactly that entails but…I suppose I’ll find out sooner or later. )

( I have been dubbed Eve and Ayato-kun is the most likely candidate to become Adam. )

( The two of us might get together in the future. )

( …I wonder how Ayato-kun would react if I were to say that I’m leaving the family? )

( He might not let me go. But where would I run away to anyway? )

…Haah.

Ayato: Hello? Why are you sighing up a storm?

Yui: I have those days too, you know.

Ayato: I see…Then why don’t we swing by somewhere on our way home, huh? How ‘bout we go to Kaminashi Tower after missin’ out on it earlier today?

Yui: Eh?

Ayato: The school’s excursion didn’t go through, right? I heard you actually went to attend the substitute lecture.

Yui: ( So Ayato-kun skipped deliberately… )

But apparently the visit got cancelled because something happened.

So I’m sure they won’t let us in, even if we go…

Ayato: Hehe. That only sounds even more fun! Let’s go!

*Rustle*

Yui: Eeh?

( Geez, he’s so pushy… )

ー The scene shifts to the outside of Kaminashi Tower

Ayato: The fuck? Why is it this crowded?

Yui: The incident took place only yesterday, so I’m sure these people have gathered to see what exactly is going on.

Ayato: Aah? Excuse me? That’s damn annoying.

Yui: ( I’m pretty sure we’re doing the exact same thing though… )

Ayato: Oi, move! Lemme have a look as well!

Yui: You can’t, Ayato-kun!

ー A strong gust of wind blows

Yui: ( Eh…? I feel as if there’s an odd smell in the air… )

Ayato: Hm? Something stinks. This place smells weird.

Yui: You too?

Ayato: Yeah.

Yui: ( However, it doesn’t seem like anyone else around us has noticed. …What is going on? )

( I wonder why? Rather than it being a nice fragrance, it’s actually… )

Ayato: Smells like somethin’ is rottin’.

Yui: Yeah…

( It’s an unpleasant smell which really gets in your nose. …I’m kinda feeling sick. What exactly isーー )

ー Yui recalls what her classmates were talking about

Female Student B: Apparently it’s because of a murder case? People were talking about how blood fell down from the sky like rain yesterday!

Yui: ( Don’t tell me…This is bad! )

ー Yui runs off

Ayato: Hah? Oi, Chichinashi! Where are you goin’!?

Fuck, move aside, stupid humans!

ー The scene shifts to the park

Yui: ( I have to contact the police before it turns into a big scene. )

…

( Huh? I’m pretty sure it came from this direction but…Did I just imagine it? )

ー She spots someone in the distance

Yui: ( Someone’s there. Is that…a young boy? )

( He looks sad…Could he be crying? )

( It’s dangerous for him to be out here at this time of day, so I’ll reach out. )

ー Yui walks up to him

Yui: Excuse me…Is something wrong?

???: …Good evening.

Yui: Good evening…

( Huh? He’s smiling…Were my eyes playing tricks on me earlier? )

???: So, what do you need?

Yui: Eh? Nothing in particular…I’m sorry. I’ll get going now, okay?

ー Yui tries to walk away

???: Wait.

*Rustle*

Yui: Eh?

( He grabbed my arm. Why? )

*Thud*

???: Don’t worry. You didn’t approach me out of your own free will.

I lured you out here after all.

Yui: Eh…?

*Flap flap*

*Caw caw caw*

Yui: What do you mean?

???: To spill the beans to you, I actually put a certain scent which will attract Demons on the old guy I killed yesterday.

Yui: ( Killed…? What is he talking about? )

???: Well, I say that, but it actually only works on a very specific group of individuals.

A certain someone who is qualified to become Adam, or Eve…for example?

Yui: !? Who exactly are you…?

Kino: I am Kino. Karlheinz’ Prince Zero…and the brother of the Sakamaki family.

Yui: Brother…Everyone’s?

( I’ve never heard anything about that. …Is he speaking the truth? )

ー Ayato runs up to them

Ayato: You bastard, don’t be spoutin’ bullcrap!

Yui: Ayato-kun!

Ayato: Don’t run off without my permission! …Who the fuck are you?

Kino: Nice to meet you, Sakamaki Ayato-kun. I am your brother, sharing the same Father.

Ayato: Hah. As if I’d believe that.

Kino: I see. Too bad.

Ayato: Anyway, are you the one behind that stench!?

Kino: Yup, I am! After killing Uncle Richter, I had Ghouls’ flesh put on his corpse to lure the two of you out here.

I honestly didn’t think it would work this splendidly. …Fufu.

Yui: One second. Did you mention Richter-san just now…?

Kino: Yeah. He was trying to kiss my ass until the very end, he was truly a lost cause.

Yui: No way…!

( So this story about blood raining down the sky must have come from when Richter-san was murdered…! )

How could you…!

Ayato: I mean, he got killed because he’s a weakling, right? I don’t give a damn.

Why did you lure us out here?

Kino: You see…

*Snap*

*Flap flap*

Male Ghoul A: Hoh…

*Flap flap*

Male Ghoul B: There we go…

Yui: ( Eh? …The crows are changing into humans one after the other…! )

Ayato: This smell…Ghouls, huh? The fuck do you want? Go back to your graveyard already!

Kino: Ahaha! Ouch! But I wonder how long that attitude of yours will keep up? …

*Woosh*

Ayato: Heh. That won’t even leave a scratch on me!

Yui: Ayato-kun, behind you!

Male Ghoul A: !

*Cling*

Ayato: Uwah!? …Now you’ve done it.

*Woosh*

Male Ghoul B: How about this!?

*Cling*

Ayato: How many times do I have to tell you that crap won’t work!?

*Woosh*

Kino: Heeh, not bad. As to be expected of my brother. But there are still many more Ghouls left, you see?

*Flap flap flap*

Yui: ( No way…Crows are flocking to the area, transforming as soon as they land on the ground. )

What now, Ayato-kun…?

Ayato: I just have to kick their ass, right? You stay back!

*Woosh*

Yui: ( …I’m scared, but all I can do is pray. )

( Please let us make it out of this safe and sound…! )

*TIMESKIP*

*Woosh woosh*

Ayato: Damnit! They keep on poppin’ up no matter how many I take down…!

Yui: ( Quite some time has passed, but the situation hasn’t improved. If anything… )

Ayato: The fuck’s goin’ on…? There’s no end to them!

*Woosh*

Yui: Kyah!

( It seems as if Ayato-kun is losing control over his attacks… )

Kino: Ahaha! Seems like he’s really starting to feel it now.

Yui: Why are you doing this!?

Kino: Oh? You want me to stop?

Yui: Of course!

Kino: Sure. Honestly, I thought it was about time to wrap things up too. …!

*WOOSH*

Ayato: Guaah!!

ー Ayato collapses

*Thud*

Yui: Eh? …No way…!

( I can’t believe Ayato-kun was taken down in the blink of an eye…! )

Kino: Seize him.

Male Ghoul C: Roger.

ー Ayato is restrained

Ayato: Guh…Fuck! Lemme go!

Kino: No. …Take him away.

Male Ghoul C: …

ー Ayato is taken away

Yui: Why do you do this!?

Kino: Why, you ask? Isn’t that obvious?

ー Kino steps closer

*Rustle*

Kino: Nn…

*Smooch*

Yui: ( …!? )

Kino: To get my hands on you.

*Rustle*

Yui: What do you think you’re doing!?

*SMACK*

Kino: …? You slapped me just now, didn’t you…?

Yui: I-I mean, you caught me off guard with that…

( I can’t believe he kissed me…! )

Kino: It hurts…Fufu, I’m pretty sure this is my first time getting hit by a girl.

Yui: ( Eh? …Why is he laughing? It’s giving me the shivers… )

Kino: But you know, to hit a Prince like that…I believe a punishment is in place.

ー He steps closer

*Rustle*

Kino: I can’t take my time with you here, so why don’t we move places?

Yui: No! Let me goーー

*THUD*

Kino: Now then, show me the path to becoming Adam…Eve.

[connectionterminated13]

(For the fallout au) is Charlie a character in the au? Or Henry? I think Charlie would have a blast traipsing around the wasteland lol

Yes! There's a lot of lore to this LOL sorry it's so long

Just like in normal fnaf Henry and William make fazbear entertainment together! But they don't just run a diner instead they sell family friendly robots and (also run a diner chain). Both William and Henry are able to get enough spots for their families in a vault Because of their wealth.

Anyway the bombs drop and Henry and Charlie are able to make it to the vault and so is William but Mrs. Emily or Afton along with Sammy, Evan Elizabeth and Michael. William is immediately declared overseer, Well Charlie and Henry morn their lost loved ones. William mostly tried to push past the grief of losing his wife and children focusing on being the overseer, What he didn't know was vault tech had specifically chose him as the overseer for the experiment of the vault. They wanted to see what would happen if someone with multiple mental illnesses was forced into a leader position.

Anyway over the first year in the vault William became increasingly paranoid that radiation would leak through the walls and began constructing Antimatronic suits to protect himself and others, He began to convince almost every resident of the vault of this too, Spiking paranoia except for Charlie and Henry who both knew how science worked. But Charlie was too young so no one listened to her and Henry was too busy being sad... And life kind of continued on for a while everyone paranoid and scared but trying their best to live until 1 day Charlie got a message on her pit boy that someone with Michael's pit boy was trying to enter the vault.

Charlie despite the danger decided to open the vault for a minute. And income tumbling Michael and Elizabeth. Of course the vault door being open made everyone go into lock down fearing that the radiation was going to get them, This terror only intensified upon seeing Michael who was basically in the middle of his transformation into a ghoul. Michael was locked in a containment area well Elizabeth who seemed to be unscathed by the radiation was immediately given medical attention. William took advantage of everyone's fear Telling them that what was happening to Michael was going to happen to them all if they didn't prepare. Well everyone in the vault was freaking out Michael was dealing with his body decaying, The only person who would even get near his isolation area was Charlie who came every day with food and water and medical supplies, Henry came too but very rarely since he was basically just a shut in at that point Only asking if Michael knew where Sammy and Mrs. Emily were.

After only 2 months William decided that Michael would be thrown back out into the wasteland to not contaminate the Vault any further, Charlie was the only one who disagreed watching as Mike was forced out. After Michael left things quieted down for about 4 years, William told everyone that Elizabeth had died from injuries sustained in the wasteland and people moved on.. Until Slowly children started disappearing. William blamed it on Sickness Caused by the radiation which no one really believed but there wasn't really anything else to believe. This happened for about 2 years with everyone living in complete and utter terror that their children would be taken in the middle of the night, It went on like this until Charlie caught William in the act of kidnapping a child. She tried to tell everyone but only a few people listen to Her. The few that listened all left the vault with Charlie. But Henry chose to stay inside with William.

Charlie and the other people of the vault resettled hurricane Utah, Charlie lived a relatively happy life there, And you're right she did enjoy it in the wasteland. For a while she tried to find Michael but eventually gave app he was gone... And even if she did find him Charlie knew the community that she was a part of would not accept him. So Charlie Grew old and married a man named John and a couple kids and passed away, Not knowing what happened to her father down in the vault.

What happened to Henry down on the vault if you're curious is the same thing that happened to everyone else. William shoved everyone in a suit, He ripped apart the vault basically to make more, And of course he put Henry in one since he didn't want his sweet Henry to ever die. Luckily Henry isn't mindless like The others but he's lonely. He mostly just spends his time making more machines.

Sorry this was so so so long I thought I'd use this ask to establish a bit more of the Lore for my AU :) Also I don't think the Henry thing is set in Stone as much as the stuff with Charlie I'm still working on this after all LOL

[wrathofrats]

Some questions about the transition

What will happen to rain

Did anyone else help

Was most the only old ghoul who stayed for dew

Did the transition make dew meaner

Do the other ghouls know about it/copia

Did terzo feel bad

Did everyone hear the screams

Does Dew Drop resent aether for what happened

Sorry for the questions

Hi! Don’t be sorry I am so very actively encouraging questions! It helps me as a writer think about these things and also it’s just fun bc I get to share a bunch of my lore ideas!

What will happen to rain?

Good question, it’s not really known. Mist chose not to transition herself even after Terzo asked if she wanted to, and she is still ok. I think it honestly depends on a lot of factors, like I believe mist and rain will one day end up like the old water ghouls, but not anytime soon. Water was a very old ghoul and river and lake themselves were not super stable. Delta transitioned on his own anxiety and dew didn’t want the same to happen to him.

Did anyone else help

Purely transition wise? No. Only quints are allowed to work in the infirmary. Only their magic is allowed to be medical. But not transition wise? I think it was a whole pack thing. The other ghouls in the clergy stopped by to see what they could do for weeks.

Was most the only old ghoul who stayed for dew

Nope! Everyone cares a lot about him, I think mist is the only one who refused to leave though. She didn’t trust the process and genuinely assumed the worst, while everyone else knew he would be ok. But some of his closer pack mates ended up staying for a bit longer. Like ifrit and mountain and earth.

Did the transition make dew meaner

Not at all. I don’t think elements really change core aspects of your character, but maybe more of how you deal with emotions and stuff. So he’s absolutely not meaner, never really was mean. But it makes him a bit more volatile. He’s never been good with his emotions, and the trauma and new element can make him a bit prone to blow up a bit a times, but he’s working on it.

Do the other ghouls know about it/ copia

Absolutely, it’s not a secret. Dew isn’t ashamed of his past self and aether isn’t ashamed of what he did (though there’s complicated feelings on his end, but he’s not ashamed) it’s kinda just common knowledge at this point that dew used to be a water ghoul. I don’t think it’s brought up often though.

Did terzo feel bad

Yes but he doesn’t regret it. He feels worse for delta as he couldn’t stop him, and delta got the worst ending of what could happen, even though omega tried to help him. He feels bad for dew too but dew agreed to the process and he got to keep his ghoul, so he’s happy, though I think his pain sometimes eats at him, wonders if there’s a better solution.

Did everyone hear the screams

Everyone in the infirmary did. They didn’t last long, just the day the actual transition took place. I think ifrit and mist were the ones there for that. But if you’re also asking if everyone knows? Again I don’t think it’s a secret, but it’s not discussed openly. To any ghoul that came after him it’s kind of a “we know this was bad and we aren’t going to ask” situation

Does Dew Drop resent aether for what happened

Not in the slightest. Dew wanted this, and he loves aether. If anyone was going to do it he’s glad it was aether and probably wouldn’t have done it otherwise. In his mind there’s no one to blame but himself, but I also don’t think he regrets it, but he does have complicated feelings.

I hope this helps (:

[divine-misfortune]

Mushy May, day 4. First kiss.

Rating: everyone

Pairing: Swiss/Mountain (swiss alps?)

Words: 1,119

Summary: Swiss has agonized and torn himself apart over the idea of it for months. It was one kiss, but what if he fucked it up?

How was he supposed to be calm about this?

Swiss was the furthest thing from calm, he'd say he was outright panicking, and if anyone could see the speed at which his thoughts raced they'd agree. On the outside at least he appeared collected, aside from the fact he kept wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans. He could blame that on the heat of the greenhouse.

All he could smell was herbs and flowers, and part of him was grateful. It was a distraction at least. If he'd been able to catch Mountain’s scent, he'd be done for. What little composure he had would have failed him entirely almost immediately. He could feel it already faltering but he kept the foolish hope that it might last until he could think of an excuse to smoothly leave the situation.

And the situation?

It was torture, that's what it was. Just the two of them in the narrow rows of plants, mingling with the fauna as they squeezed past each other. If Swiss had to feel Mountain's hand sliding against his waist again he might just bury his head into the nearest bag of topsoil.

Every touch and glance had Swiss fumbling over himself. Mountain nearly sent his poor heart beating out of his chest and it was disgustingly effortless on his part.

He bit his lower lip when Mountain set his watering can down, watching the way he folded his sleeves up with a fascination that could only be described as obsessive. His fingers moved so smoothly, the muscle under the skin flexing slowly with each movement. Swiss could feel his mouth run dry, his typically clever tongue sitting twisted up in his mouth.

"Swiss-"

The multi ghoul stared at the movement of his lips. His top fangs were crooked, how had he never noticed that before? He could feel his heart stutter for the hundredth time. Mountain's lips were plush with the faintest scar at the corner of his mouth, Swiss couldn't quite remember how he got it.

"Hey?"

And then there were those dimples, soft divots in his cheeks to accompany his lopsided grin.

"Swiss!"

He jumped, nearly out of his own skin, and dropped his own watering can. It spilled over the hem of his pants and his shoes. Great.

"Dude are you okay? You've been watering that basil plant for five minutes."

"...huh?" Swiss blinked and glanced at the poor plant that had fallen victim to his distraction. There was water spilling down the sides of its terracotta pot and pooling around the base. He felt his face grow warm and swallowed. "Fuck, sorry."

"What's got you so in your own head today?"

"You."

Mountain blinked and wiped his hands on his apron. The damn movement of his hands again. He took a step towards him and Swiss felt his stomach flip. He grabbed for the watering can and retreated for the hose on the far side of the small building. It wasn't much distance but it was distance.

The word was supposed to stay inside his head, silent admission and nothing more but it escaped despite himself. He debated hitting his head against the wall.

"Me?" Mountain asked, almost amused.

The wall was becoming more tempting.

"Yes! You!" Swiss groaned and dropped the hose. "It's always you, you're always in my head! You never leave!"

"Did I do something?"

"Yes! No? I don't know!" He dragged his hands down his face. "You're just, you're you."

"I'm…sorry?"

"You're you and you're perfect and it's driving me insane. I want to be around you because when I'm not my chest aches but it gets so tight when you're around I forget how to breathe. I don't know what I'm supposed to do about it. About you. About any of this shit!"

Mountain shifted and settled his hands on his hips, watching Swiss start to get more and more fidgety. He felt like he was about to vibrate right out of his skin at this rate. The thoughts had started, he'd let a little trickle out and the rest broke through like a fucking flood. He couldn't make himself shut up if he tried.

The look on Mountain's face was hard to pin down, anywhere from bewildered to bemused.

"You don't know what to do, okay…So, what do you want to do?"

"Kiss you."

Swiss wanted to rip the tongue right from his mouth when Mountain blushed. He tipped his head slightly, ear twitching a bit.

"What's stopping you?"

"I, well, um," he stammered. Swiss couldn't remember the last time he fucking stammered. "Because I know I won't get it right."

Mountain chuckled, a low rumble that felt like it rattled Swiss' brain.

"What?! It's not funny, asshole."

"It's a little funny, Swiss."

Swiss was torn between throttling Mountain or himself. Especially when Mountain moved closer to him. He couldn't back up any further when he stepped back into the table littered with tools.

"What's there to get right?"

"Everything."

Mountain was so much taller than him, he nearly forgot that fact. Being caged between the earth ghoul and the bench was the definition of being trapped between a rock and a hard place.

"I don't know about that, 's easy rosebud."

The taller ghoul graced his cheek with the tips of his fingers, rough in texture but gentle in touch. Swiss opened his mouth but nothing came out and Mountain breathed a laugh close to his parted lips. He could taste pomegranate on his exhale and had to grab the edge of the table behind him to steady himself before Mountain closed that space. He didn't trust his knees, for good reason.

His lips were chapped but moved smoothly against his own. Swiss' eyes fluttered. Better than he expected. He was sweet, he was soft, he was all encompassing and Swiss reached for a fistful of his shirt. Like this, Mountain clouded his senses. He could smell pine and honey, and the hint of whatever new laundry detergent they'd switched to.

It was a feeling he could live in. One that he'd gladly sink into and never resurface from.

Swiss had kissed others before. Every other ghoul in their pack, at least twice, and he'd never felt a lick of hesitation but kissing Mountain felt different. Like everything stopped and it was just them and that greenhouse. The rest of the world was irrelevant. Mountain kissed him like it was second nature, like it was the easiest thing he'd done in his life. As if this wasn't something Swiss had been agonizing over for weeks.

But Mountain pulled back and Swiss nearly fell over himself trying to chase the feeling.

"See? Not such a big deal."

[hypnoneghoul]

In line with Dew and Rain having gills, did Mist have them too? If she did, did she treat Dew like the good little boy he is and teach him about them.

Or maybe, they found out at the same time- fooling around one late night and something lit up in one of them when the other happened to touch the gills a certain way. They both ended up finishing from gill play 🤠

mist definitely taught freshly summoned Dew all about their human vessels, how to have fun, right, and gill use was probably on top of the list, SO...

"Is- isn't it going to hurt?" Dewdrop asked quietly, shy, so very overwhelmed by Mist's attention, all on him. "I mean, they're very sensitive and-"

"Exactly," Mist chuckled, pressing a finger over the new summon's lips, "but not like that. It'll feel good, I swear."

Dewdrop gave a small nod, not daring to open his mouth even if the ghoulette's finger wasn't really stopping him.

"Good boy," she purred, pushing her index finger into the younger ghoul's mouth, her middle soon joining it. Dewdrop whined around the digits, his eyes fluttering shut at the soft petting on his tongue. "So easy, aren't you?"

"Mhm," Mist scoffed, grinding down where she was sat on Dew's lap, both their pants soaked with no way of telling whose cunt drooled out more slick. (Dew's, 99%.)

The ghoulette pulled her fingers out, trailing them down Dewdrop's chin and neck, leaving a glistening trail of spit, until she reached his gills. He shuddered when she teased his flowy fins, "You're a pretty one."

"T- thank you, Mo- MIST!" he was already out of his mind again to nearly let it slip. Dewdrop bit his tongue, quite literally, but still, the water ghoulette knew what sat on its tip.

"You can say it," she whispered, leaning down to rub their noses together, a gesture more affectionate and comforting than a kiss for a ghoul fresh out of the Pit, like Dewdrop. "I don't mind, I want you to feel good."

"Okay, m- mommy," he mumbled, blush on his cheeks impossibly deepening.

"Good boy," the tip of her finger slipped under the softness of Dew's fins, dipping into one of the openings in his neck. "Is it okay?"

"Y- yes," the young ghoul breathed out and nothing but silence and stillness answered him. He swallowed a whine and tried again. "Yes, mommy."

Mist chuckled, again, pushing her finger in deeper Not noticing any sign of anything but a fucked out bliss on Dewdrop's face she set a slow, gentle pace, moving her finger in and out of his gill in time with the grinds of her hips.

The new ghoul was absolutely incoherent at this point, being able to just lay there and take it with breathy moans, whines and whimpers. Not that Mist minded, "So stupid already. Cute."

"Mommy, m- please, 'm close," Dewdrop moaned after a really short time. Who could blame him, though, considering the situation?

"You'll cum just like that, hm?" the ghoulette teased, grinding down with more purpose as to emphasise, now moaning herself. Dew could indeed cum just like that, but for her it wasn't enough.

"Y- yes, mommy, please, let-" Mist interrupted him with a squeeze of her hand on his neck, her finger digging deeper with the action, making Dewdrop moan loud and wrecked. Music to her ears.

"Come on the, be a good boy and cum for your mommy," she leaned down to purr just into his ear. Dew didn't need anything more.

He wailed pathetically pawing at Mist's chest as she felt him gushing out a flood through both their pants, "Shhh, it's okay, just like that, good boy."

It took the ghoul a good few minutes to come back to earth. Mist was still straddling him but now also laying down on his chest. Her nose was poking Dewdrop's cheek, and she was flicking her tongue in little kitten licks along his jaw.

"Mommy?" he whispered, voice slightly hoarse. "You- what about-"

"You can eat me out, cute little thing," she giggled. "Another part of our training, let's say. You have to be as good with your tongue as with your fingers, you know?"

[idleglowingpixels]

Romantic Snippets Tag Game

Thanks to @jay-avian for the tag!

Last time I did a writeblr tag game I used XXY, but right now the main ships outside of the Blues aren't really, like, in love with each other yet haha. Also I wanna give some appreciation to my to-be-released Monster High AU, so I'll do that here. Hope you're in for some Frankie x Holt/Jackson content! :D

For context, they're in the school's creepateria (yes, there's monster puns galore with the series XD) hanging out by a vending machine. My Frankie uses she/they pronouns as well. (I had that in mind pre-G3)

Frankie took his hand, taking an exaggerated breath before muttering, "...That one." She tapped on the glass to Mourning Dew. "That's it?' "Yeah…" "And you thought I was gonna judge you for that?" "Maybe?" Holt knocked against the glass of the machine, causing the canned drinks to tumble down to the bottom of the machine. “Then you’ve got the wrong ghoul, Fine Stein.” “Why do you call me that?” A deeper hue flushed across Frankie’s cheeks as they lightly laughed. “I don’t know what that means.” Holt held out the can of Mourning Dew to her. “Oh, uh, ‘cause you’re fine, and your last name is Stein…It rhymes. I-It also sounds like Einstein, and, ah, you’re smart! Like—Like he is.” He mentally hexed himself. He stuttered in front of the ghoul he liked. Holt Hyde does not stutter! He thought to himself, trying to regain his confidence. “Oh…Oh!” Frankie’s neck bolts sparked as she laughed. Now she laughed? There was no doubt in Holt’s mind; she thought he was a bigger idiot than Heath. And who could blame her? He probably was with how awkward he’s been throughout the afternoon. Jackson must’ve stolen all his ego for the day. Frankie didn’t hesitate to open the can once they received it. “You mean attractive by ‘fine!’ That’s…Well, that’s the first time I’ve experienced someone finding me attractive…Well, aside from when I first met you and Jackson." They did the little critical-thinking face they did when analyzing social situations, sipping from the soda can.

This ship in general gives me brainrot haha I love them <3

Okay I'm gonna tag @onefaintrobin, as well as @hihopelessromantics, @hhabaddon and @imaginativemind29new to give it a go if they want to :D

Have fun and happy writing!

[sophiasharp]

Magic Headcanons with the Papas

Bonus: Nihil

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3| Part 4

Had a VERY weird relationship with magic due to his equally weird circumstances. Was by all accounts a perfectly average dude with no magical capabilities whatsoever right up until he was formally inducted into the Clergy. Then all of a sudden it was like a floodgate was opened and my guy had trouble NOT doing magic.

For like the first month or two of his time as Papa my dude would grab a cup and it would just start levitating out of his hand.

“Hey Nihil can you pass the orange juice?” “Orange juice’s haunted.” “What?” “I touched the bottle and it started wailing like a banshee at me. I can’t get it to stop. Someone please make it stop.”

Over time, Imperator helped him get a firmer grasp on his magic. And thank Satan for that. The Clergy was getting tired of cleaning up after his magical growing pains.

Eventually took to channeling his powers mostly in the form of Illusion magic. I imagine he had a large role in figuring out how to get ghouls in and out of glamour reliably and without drawbacks. It’s this research that made The Ghost Project and other public appearances of ghouls possible. I mean shit, look at the proto-ghoul masks from Kiss the Go-Goat. The Ghost Project was ambitious for several reasons, and getting away with hiding hell-beasts under Party City masks is one of them.

Sort of became a one trick pony; yes Nihil can do all of the rites that are necessary for a head of the church but any actual mastery is limited to mostly his illusions. He could have spent more time exploring his other capabilities but, well, suddenly becoming a father and trying to win back Imperator took up most of his spare time.

Also, fun fact, it’s this general lack of use when it came to his magic that is to blame for his current ghostly form. The lingering regrets plus the leftover magic unused resulted in his lingering soul having a LOT more power than your average Spector, hence why he’s able to do things like eat. Or shit in the car.

It’s also why they keep dodging the question when Copia asks how ghosts work. They literally don’t know since a ghost on this level has never happened before lmao

[vampyrolesbos]

Prompting a Ghost prompt! Copia gets a tattoo!!

Ok so my phone literally forced an update as I was in the middle of this so. Fuck samsung

Ok copias (first) tattoo

Copia sat stock-still in the squeaky leather chair, left arm propped up on the table that moments ago he had nervously watched a sibling of sin, and one of the abbeys resident tattoo artists, clean with a sanitizing solution. It smelled of chemicals, and he wrinkled his nose.

"Papa," the artist soothed as they squirted ink into the little plastic cups on a metal tray, "it's a lot easier for both of us if you're relaxed."

There was a moment of realization, and copia eased his hand from its white-knuckled grip on the table.

"I am relaxed! I am perfectly calm. Why would I not be calm?"

His indignant tone made the artist stifle a laugh with a gloved hand as they sat down next to his shoulder.

"Of course, papa."

In an act of devotion, or perhaps rebellion, copia, newly anointed as papa emeritus the fourth, had decided to get a tattoo.

He wouldn't have been the first papa to sport some ink; nihil had gotten his fair share in the 60s, Terzo was known to flaunt his artistic pin-up pieces in the summer, and it was whispered that secondo had a few risqué pieces only a small few lucky siblings ever got to see. And given the abbeys proclivity for freedom and creativity they attracted their fair share of tattoo artists, piercers, and those interested in other forms of body modification. This was not new territory.

In theory.

Copia himself had never been under the needle before, so to speak. And he certainly wasn't afraid of needles, that's ridiculous, he was the leader of a whole satanic church for hells sake! He had drawn blood during rituals, seen and done all sorts of things that would make anyone off the street faint, so for you, reader, to assume he was *afraid* of something as small as a *needle* is absolutely-

The buzz of the machine coming to life as the artist stepped on the foot pedal made him jump, and they raised an eyebrow. Copia could feel a thin sheen of sweat form on his paintless brow, but he kept a straight face.

"Are you ready to begin?"

Copia nodded. The buzzing began again, this time while the artist gripped his arm. He clenched, and it began

-

-

It took a couple hours. But wasn't actually that bad. The artist gave him a 15 minute break in the middle, gave him a snack and juice box when he complained of lightheadedness (which was really quite endearing, seeing him sitting there. If they took a picture on their phone for the abbey group chat, well, who could blame them), but all in all, it was quite an easy job when copia had gotten used to the feeling of the needle.

The shading was the hardest part, a barage of points going into his dermis, and he found himself clenching again. The artist didn't have the heart to scold him, knowing it was the least pleasant part of the process.

But when the machine stopped buzzing, and the artist gently cleaned his new ink and applied some balm, copia beamed with pride.

"I cannot wait to show the ghouls! They will think it makes me look tough, si?"

The artist stifled another laugh, ushering him out of the chair to tidy their station.

"Yes, papa. Very tough indeed."