#body stealing ghost fans we're so back

[ride-thedragon]

THE POSSIBILITY OF NETTLES NOT BEING IN HOTD.

I'm still not buying it. I don't think they'll go out of their way to cast Silver Denys who's most notable feat is dying because of Sheepstealer and the Cannibal, Alyn of Hull, who's purpose in the narrative at this point is to be burned by Sheepstealer and not include Nettles.

I know a lot of people are trying to say that maybe Baela has taken her place, but I don't think so. They are sending Rhaena away to the Vale for her storyline. Baela has a bigger part in the fighting, but I don't think that after House Velayron loses Rhaenys, Corlys will allow Baela to fight. I think she'll be placed on Driftmark to pacify Corlys and allow for some sort of representation of his loyalty to Rhaenyra to be at her side. At that point, they would have three new dragon riders so she could sit it out. I think that Baela would be a better person to introduce the idea of Addam (and Alyn) as Heirs to house Velayron because she's more politically savvy in this adaptation.

This is also the season where they set up the Battle Nettles participates in, and she was always the last Dragonseed to claim her dragon, and her process seemed to take the longest.

Basically I'm not worried until we know that Jace is gonna die.

Also, if they choose to bring her in season 3, I genuinely believe it's because they are not going to let her be a Dragonseed in the actual sense. She will not be of Valyrian descent because thematically, she'd be removed from the sowing.

Don't get sad if you're anticipating her, and don't get happy if you want her to be removed. It seems very deliberate that she hasn't been announced, but the feat she achieves is being set up.

STAN THE DRAGON AND RIDER MARKED AND NAMED THIEVES FOR CLEAR SKIN.

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Fic idea that I am feral about right now because Wayward Son played on my walk this morning.

cw: Nikprice, alternative universe, mentions of torture, canon-typical violence, mention of internalised homophobia, Supernatural influences (sorry).

So, my partner commented on how Nikolai is like Price's guardian angel, because he always seems to be there when Price needs him (including when Price explicitly says it's a "one way trip"; Nik finds a way).

I laughed at the time, then promptly got headshot and threw the controller down, but wait.

What if he... is.

Sergeant Price dies in an Al Qaeda prison cell. They torture him for days, pushing his body into shock and then eventually into organ failure. Even with all the training, there's only so much a human body can take. Because he has done some pretty heinous shit already by this point, obviously his soul has a one-way ticket to the hot place and it ain't Mallorca.

But he has a fan.

An angel that has been watching him for a while. Price comes from a Protestant family, and he used to pray almost every night for god to make him "normal". To take away the unnatural feelings he had. To help him make his family proud. The angel used to listen and want to intervene, to tell him he's perfect the way he is, but there are rules.

After the... incident, Price stopped praying. (For those that know my headcanon, it's that, but I won't go into it here cause it would need a whole plethora of tags.)

The angel noticed.

In fact, he (we're going with that because it's Nik, but we all know angels are a... they? it?) misses the sound of Price's voice. He heads down to find out what happened and ends up visiting Price as he joins the service, becomes the very best, works hard, but always carries that deep sadness. He commits himself to getting dirty so others don't have to. Knowingly, given his faith, putting his soul on the line. The angel falls in love with Price, body and soul.

When Price dies, the angel can't stand the idea that someone who sacrificed for others is condemned to hell, simply because of what he had to do. So, he rebels. His last act before he is cast out is to wrench Price from hell and deposit him back into his body, and his first act on earth as one of the Fallen is to occupy the body of a lost and conflicted Russian Pilot, pushing him to accept the enticement of the US and the UK so Nik can reach Price. The guy has all but given up on life, so it's a mercy, really.

Price wakes up in an open mass grave and scrambles over to the corpses to safety. He doesn't know how or why, but he doesn't pause to think. He finds a radio, manages to get a message out, steals some weapons and some intel, blows the place sky high. Gets a medal.

The medics on base give him a clean bill of health but for some bruising and a broken bone or two. It's a bloody miracle.

A few weeks later, Price meets Nik for the first time because he's been drafted in as a pilot, and, for some reason, feels like he's known him for a lifetime. Nik thinks Price is the most beautiful thing in this world and the next, and wants to spend another few billion years looking into those blue-blue eyes.

The angel doesn't know why. Perhaps it's because he's so human. So flawed, so broken, so grizzled. Price isn't the dark underbelly of humanity and he's not the glittering hero; he is the scrappy, stubborn, imperfect, beautiful reality of the human condition, without apology.

To Nik, he's perfect.

And just... the heartbreak, the fear, the yearning, as Price falls for this tall, dark Russian who is always there. Always looks at him like he's worth something. Battling with the internal conflict of what he wants and what he should want, and realising the only thing holding him back now is the ghost of a man who can't hurt him anymore.

The betrayal, the disbelief, as Nik is forced to reveal what he is. The apology, the love confession, from both sides. The god damned wing kink when Nik takes them in the wilderness, high enough so that Price can almost touch god as Nik makes love to him for the first time; great, dark wings wrapped around them as if they could shield Price from ever being harmed again.

Nik ties his soul, his being, to Price's mortality. They'll grow old together, they'll turn grey, and after a billion years the angel will die at his lover's side, knowing that wherever their souls might end up, they will be together.

[143hyunes]

Fair Game

pairing: husband!chan x fem reader

genre: smut, fluff, nsfw

warnings: implied established relationship, cockwarming, oral (f.receiving), mentions of marking, riding, unprotected sex (pls be careful), piv

wordcount: 0.9k

a/n: it's my first time writing here pls be kind 😭. also pls let me know if there are any mistakes! drabble below the cut

It was almost 2 am and your husband was still wasn’t home. You decided to wait for him on the couch today, reading your book to keep you company.  You even wore his favourite black lingerie but while you put it on, you had a feeling that only the mirror would be seeing it tonight. You would wait a millennia for him, if it meant you could see the way his smile lights up his whole face and the way his dimples make him look even more adorable and pretty, at the same time. You were almost falling into a deep sleep when you heard the sound of a key turning in the door of your house. Chris was finally home.

You feel the ghost of a breathe fan your face before you hear a sigh. He gives your forehead a small peck before removing the book from chest and lifting you up in his arms to take you back to your shared bedroom. You’ve lost count of how many times this has happened but it never fails to make your heart flutter. You always feel warm and safe in his arms.

It’s not long before you hear the shower run. You decide to steal Chan’s black hoodie and change into it quickly, your black lingerie wrapped underneath, like a surprise for him after a long day. You sit up straight and fix your hair, wiping drool off the sides of your lips. You watch him walk in nothing but a towel around his waist, water dripping down his chest while he dries his hair which you know will get all curly and cute in the morning. You would whistle, if you knew how to.

You think about how you could watch him forever. He looks up when he feels your gaze on him. His eyes widening a little and he gives you a small tired smile. “Good morning”, you say giving him the biggest smile you can and get up to embrace him. You give him a tight hug, trying to get as close as possible, no regard for the water dripping down his body that now sticks to your hoodie.

“Hi baby, were you pretending to be asleep? I thought told you not to wait up.”

“I know but I can’t sleep without you.” You say as you pout.

“Gosh, you’re so adorable.” He gives your lips a soft, chaste kiss.

He lifts you up and gently puts you down on the bed, before climbing in himself.

“I want to fall asleep with you inside me.” You say while removing your underwear. Chan complies,pushing one finger in your core, prepping you; falling into a routine of days when both of you are exhausted. You can never get used to the way he stretches you, though it’s a welcome pain.

“I’ll make it up to you in the morning, promise.”

You hum your response into his chest. Something about being so close to your husband makes you feel warm all over causing you to already fall into deep sleep, in the arms of the love of your life.

You wake up, your back somehow facing Chris’ front, his hand wrapped tightly around your torso. You try removing his hand but his grip on you only tightens further.  You check the time on your phone, it’s almost 10am.

“Channie, Chan, Christopher wake up, babe. Wake uppp.” You sigh when he doesn’t budge. “We're not spending your day off sleeping in bed.”

A groan. “Five more minutes.” You put his hand under your hoodie. He doesn’t budge at the feel of the familiar lace, only pulling you closer than you thought was possible, his hand now resting on your chest. Oh, so he was playing hard to get. But you wouldn’t give up so easily. You clench around him, knowing this would elicit a reaction from him.

His eyes jolt open and he lets out a breathy groan. “You don’t play a fair game, Mrs. Bang.” He’s on top of you in seconds. He pulls out of you and you feel the loss of him deep in your core. He helps you out of his hoodie, pinching your stiffened peaks through the lacy fabric. His lips travel from your neck to your stomach, leaving marks in its wake. When he finally reaches your pulsing core, you let out a sigh of relief, his fingers and mouth taking you to the edge. Both of you lay there for a few seconds after your release, Chris coming to lay on your chest. 

Without wasting anymore time, you get on top of him, easing down on his length slowly and bracing yourself against the headboard. Soon you set a steady pace, bouncing on his dick but it doesn’t last long, your movements becoming lazy. Chris takes over, as he always does. It doesn’t take long after that for both of you to reach your highs.

You get up to clean yourself and pee. After you coming back you pounce on Chan, peppering his face with kisses, earning a peal of his adorable giggles. 

“Someone’s happy to see me.” 

“I’m always happy to see you, Chris.” You say with the biggest grin you can muster causing the tips of his ears to redden as they always do at a compliment. “I love you.” He says giving you a kiss.

“I love you more, my Channie.” 

[titlemewickedwonderland]

The Manager (Ghost Fic) Chapter 6

Summary: The Ministry announces an outsider coming to be part of the congregation to help with the Ghost project as a tour manager; little did the Ghoul know; she is nothing like they pictured her or how she'd affect them all.

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Chapter 5

She was warm. Pressed tightly against something that felt like a heater. But she was comfortable and the heated comfort made her groggy. There was an annoying buzzing sound coming from beneath her head and she tried to move her hand to grab it to figure out what it was but instead, she felt nothing but warm muscle beneath her palm and her eyes snapped open.

The room was hard; the light of the sun not yet penetrating through the closed curtains making her believe it wasn't morning yet. She stared at the ceiling fan that swirled above her in confusion for a moment trying to figure out where she was. The memories of the previous night slowly trickled in like molasses. The amazing concert the guys put on last night. The unexpected phone call proved her husband's infidelity. And the surprising warmth of her crew after her shower.

When she'd gotten out of the shower the night previous she had in mind to tell them off for their behavior but when she'd gotten out of the bathroom she had found her things by the bathroom door waiting for her. Swiss had passed out on the bed face first on one of the two available beds in the hotel room, Dewdrop had been lying on the other side of Swiss with his knee propped up by a pillow an a ice pack on his knee, fast asleep slumped against the pillows as well only half dressed. Copia had been wide awake though he had said nothing as he slipped past her to take a shower and take his make up off. She'd crawled into the only available surface - the couch, to sleep but when Copia had gotten out of the shower all fresh faced and clothed in pajamas he'd promptly dragged her to bed claiming a lady should never sleep on a couch; he'd ended up going to bed with her instead of taking the couch.

Copia. Shit.

Her head tipped up to find Copia snoring beside her; her having used him as a pillow as she cuddled up against him with his arms wrapped like iron chains around her back using her as a pillow as much as she was him. That explained why she couldn't move but why the hell was it so hot?!

Her head craned over her shoulder when she felt somebody shift behind her and she was startled to find Dewdrop had crawled into bed with her and Copia at one point in the night and was acting like a space heater for her as he cuddled up against her spine; heh, she never pictured him much of a cuddler but he looked so innocent and sweet when he was asleep. The opposite of how he usually acted when awake.

"You were having trouble sleeping and Copia kept stealing your blanket." Swiss' sleepy voice came from nearby and Ari looked down the length of their bodies to find Swiss flopped across all three of them looking sleepy and content despite the uncomfortable position he seemed to be in.

Well, that explained why her legs couldn't move.

"W-what?" she croaked blinking at him owlishly.

A groggy Dewdrop fumbled under the pillows and hit the snooze alarm on her phone.

"Shut the fuck up." Ari wasn't sure if that was directed to them or to the annoying alarm on her phone but he nuzzled against her neck and wrapped his tail around her bare leg to keep her close.

"What the hell happened to having your own bed?" she hissed wiggling trying to untangle herself from Copia and Dewdrop.

Swiss snickered and stretched his body languidly; not at all helping her predicament. "We're ghouls, sweetheart. We often find comfort sharing beds with each other."

"But mine?!" Ari grumbled as she stopped struggling finding it useless to even attempt at this point; she wasn't getting up without some help until Copia and Dew woke up.

"Aint going to be the first time; get used to it." Swiss chuckled before he was dragging himself out of bed. "Sleep well?"

Ari opened her mouth to say something but stopped because as she thought about it she realized that she had, in fact, slept like a rock despite Copia's tendency to steal covers. It had been a rather good sleep; better than back at the Abbey too and that was saying something. Her mouth shut with a click and she sighed as she dropped her head back against Copia's shoulder.

"Yes." she replied begrudgingly.

"Don't stress over it." Swiss patted her leg before heading for the bathroom muttering about needing to take a piss and a shower.

Ari was left alone with the two sleeping men in the bed with her and it made her mind wonder; not to filthy things about them but more of her problem. She was going to get a divorce. That was evident. After what she heard last night she couldn't stay with Braydon any longer; not that he probably would have cared or even fought for them if she had. Which got her thinking about what she'd do afterward. She remembered what Dewdrop had said the night he'd found her in Copia's office. Even if she left Braydon, she still had a job at the Abbey and nothing would have to change. She would continue working there; living there permanently without the worry of going back home to her husband and the more she thought about it the less she thought of the penthouse she and Braydon lived in as home.

A hand snaked around her waist and she jolted in surprise as her gaze lifted up to meet the mismatched ones of Copia.

"I can hear the gears turning from here tesero. Everything okay?" he asked sleepily.

Ari smiled slightly after a moment of thought and nodded. "Yeah...I'm okay." and she meant it. Even if she wasn't going to be married for long, it didn't change a single thing about her job. She still had the ghouls and Papa. She still had her job at the Abbey and she loved her job as their tour manager. Leaving Braydon wouldn't be a problem because the problem had always laid with her husband.

"Good, now what's for breakfast I'm starving?" Dewdrop's voice came from behind her and she craned her head to look at him as he glared at her through half-opened eyes.

"Cranky aren't we?" she snickered finding a little joy in his grumpiness.

He grumbled nothing under his breath and smacked her ass making her yelp. "Hey now! No touchy-feely mister!" she pointed at him.

"Yeah yeah." he huffed dragging himself out of bed and heading for the door.

"Going to check in on the others?" Copia offered and Dewdrop gave a little wave of agreement; leaving without a door as he disappeared from the room.

Copia sat up smoothing his bed head down a bit and looking around the dimly lit hotel room. "So, Ari..." he glanced at her almost nervously.

Ari tilted her head and nodded as if knowing what he was going to say. "It won't change anything. I'm not going anywhere."

he looked at her a long moment and tilted his head curiously. She smiled in amusement and leaned back against the cushions of the pillows and lifted her gaze to the ceiling thoughtfully.

"If I'm, to be honest, I'm embarrassed about what you heard. But, as you guys probably already figured out my marriage is pretty much in shambles even before his cheating. It was falling apart long before I ever took this job; I guess being away from him working here made me realize that I forgot an important little detail."

"And what's that?" Copia asked leaning over to see her face, curiosity swimming in his eyes as he studied her face; she didn't seem upset about what happened anymore, just resigned and dare he even say relieved.

"I never needed a man to make me happy. I didn't need to be married or have a husband that had some important job to give my life purpose. Somewhere along my journey with him I forgot to live my life the way I wanted it; to follow my own path and my dreams because I was so worried I'd lose him...only to find out I'd lost him a long long time ago." she reflected thoughtfully before giving a shrug.

"You are a strong woman, miele." Copia gave her shoulder a squeeze and she gave him a genuine smile.

"Thank you. Now, I'm going to go check on the others. It's..." she grabbed her phone from under the pillows to check the time. "Just a quarter after 7. I think they'll have breakfast already up. It ends at 9 so we still have time to finish showering if needed and head out."

"What's the plan for today?" Swiss came walking out in just a towel and Ari clapped a hand over her eyes.

"Swiss! Seriously? Come on! I'm your friend...do you honestly think I need to see your junk?" Ari piped up feeling her cheeks flame up.

the Multi-ghoul snickered and dropped the towel as he began digging into his bags of clothing. "It won't be the first time you see one of us naked. Get used to it."

"I'm starting to think life on tour is a whole different ball game." Ari sighed as she stumbled out of bed with her eyes closed and headed for the door; using furniture as a guide to help her without her eyesight.

"Yep!" Swiss popped his 'p' and laughed when Ari fumbled with the door and slipped outside.

When she was finally out of the hotel room she breathed a sighed and slumped against the door. Those ghouls would be the death of her; even after working with them for a month, she couldn't deny she still had a lot to learn about them.

Heading down the hallway towards the next door she knocked politely and waited until the door was opened to find Mountain standing there dressed in regular clothes and all glamored up. It took her by surprise a bit as she stared at him; he was adorable in human form but it wasn't a form she was used to seeing on the ghouls since they didn't go out in public very often. For a second she thought she had the wrong hotel room until she saw Rain inside fumbling around with his clothes as he too got dressed.

"Morning Ari! Did you sleep well?" he called catching a glimpse of her in the doorway.

When she entered she scanned the room. "Yeah, minus Copia stealing my covers and waking up in some kind of cuddle pile." she snorted and Mountain gave her a small smile of amusement

"That tends to be the case. It's a common thing for us to cuddle." he shrugged as he went to sit on the bed.

"Yeah, that's what Swiss said too." Ari replied with a playful roll of her eyes. "Did you guys sleep well?" she asked before frowning when she realized there was someone missing.

"Where's Phantom?" she asked in confusion.

"He went downstairs already to go get some breakfast with Dew." Mountain replied

"Ah, couldn't wait for everybody else huh?" Ari smiled a bit before taking a seat on the edge of one of the beds and looked down at her feet thoughtfully a moment before speaking up.

"I wanted to say I'm sorry about what happened last night at the venue. I'm embarrassed that you guys had to hear that."

"There's nothing for you to apologize for Ari. You weren't in the wrong." Rain told her sitting beside her and placing a hand on her shoulder with a reassuring smile.

"Still, it was unprofessional." Ari pressed and Rain shook his head stopping her.

"Nothing unprofessional about it. You weren't at fault...what will you do about it though?" he asked.

Ari shrugged and leaned back on her hands. "I have to call up my friend later today and see if I can't get some divorce papers set up to send to Braydon. I should have done it a long time ago; this sort of sealed the deal." looking between them she saw the question brewing in their eyes and she smiled in reassurance.

"I won't be quitting or anything like that. Don't worry. In fact, after the divorce is settled and any assets between us sorted out I'll be permanently moving to the Abbey to stay full time."

"That's great!" Mountain looked relieved and Ari laughed a bit as she rose to her feet.

"Nothing will change." she promised before jerking her chin towards the door. "Now I'm starving, how about we go get some breakfast before Dew and Phantom eat it all?" she chuckled.

"Err, you might want to change first though." Rain looked pointedly at her pajamas that she wore; it wasn't anything fancy, just a set pair of silk pajama bottoms and a matching long-sleeve bottom-down shirt.

"Right." the woman laughed a bit before heading for the door. "Go grab the girls and make sure they are up, will you? I'll go get changed and meet you in the dining hall." she told them before leaving and heading back to the other room.

She was glad to see the room was empty when she entered and she dug around in her bag for a pair of jeans and a turtle neck sweater since the weather was still pretty chilly even in this city. After getting on her boots and grabbing her ever-present bag she headed down to the dining hall. She immediately noticed a large group in the back at a table eating and talking among themselves and she knew by instinct that it was the band.

They were all glamoured and looked different in human form but there were distinctive features that they couldn't hide in their facial structure. Phantom who had been on the side of the table facing the doorway spotted her he raised a hand to signal their location and she returned the gesture before heading over towards them and taking the only seat available between Dew and Phantom. In her spot was a plate filled with food and a hot cup of coffee waiting for her and she couldn't help but smile at their thoughtfulness.

"Sleep well?" Phantom asked and Ari nodded as she picked up her fork and began digging into her waffles.

Copia grabbed the syrup and poured it over her waffles for her without a word and she looked around at the faces of her friends thoughtfully. "So, what did I miss?"

"We were going to ask you that? What's on the schedule?" Cumulus asked taking a bite of a strip of bacon.

"Actually nothing until later tonight. You guys have another show later this evening but the day is all yours. There's a carnival in town a few hours from the hotel near the venue, I figured if you guys wanted some fun we could go there for a bit before we had to do the concert?" she offered looking around the table of faces.

"A carnival?" Aurora chirped excitedly. "I'd never been to one before! Let's go!" she cheered.

Ari looked at all the others around the table as they murmured their agreement and she smiled. She wanted them to enjoy their time out when they weren't doing concerts because frankly, she didn't imagine they left the Abbey much.

"On one condition." Copia lifted a finger stopping the exciting chatter but his gaze was on Ari who looked up from her food with narrowed eyes.

"And that would be?" she questioned.

"You use the money from the tour budget to pay for the tickets." he told her and she scoffed leaning back in her chair.

"Copia-"

"I don't want you to break your bank spoiling us while on tour; we have a budget for a reason." Copia interrupted and Ari clenched the fork in her hand tightly until her knuckles turned white.

"This doesn't have anything to do with the tour though; it's just a fun evening out with friends. Why do you have a problem with me using my money for this stuff?" she argued back with a frown.

"I live at the Abbey Copia, you guys pay me to take care of you guys and be your manager while on tour. I have free housing, I get free food while at the Abbey, and I get money from you guys for the job you hired me for. The least I can do is have a fun day out or two with friends; that shouldn't be a problem." she told him.

Phantom rested a hand on her shoulder and squeezed. "It's not that we don't appreciate it Ari. Truly, but Copia is stingy when it comes to people paying out of pocket for us. Whether it's on tour or not. Just like you, Papa wants to make sure you are taken care of." he tried to soothe but Ari wasn't having it.

"It's not that big of a deal."

Copia sighed and stared her down but she didn't back away from his intense stare. "You are my employee regardless and we are on tour."

"But I'm also your friend aren't I?" she questioned with raised brows. "This isn't about the tour either."

The man huffed and grabbed his cup of coffee before slurping loudly. "Get receipts."

Clenching her teeth but not wanting to ruin the day with an argument about money Ari forced a smile and tipped her head. "Of course, Papa."

His title coming from her lips in that manner didn't make the man happy; as if she was reverting back to boss-employee status - it was formal. Not personal and he didn't like it. He didn't want to make Ari feel as if her efforts were unappreciated but he didn't like the thought of her using her own money on them. He didn't understand her motives or why she would be so willing to use her money instead of the tour money but he wasn't willing to lose her friendship over it so he said nothing and the rest of the breakfast was filled with idle chitchat.

When they were done and got things cleaned up they went back to their rooms to get ready for the carnival and check out of their hotel before piling back on the twin buses to head a few hours to their next stop. Ari hoped the day hadn't been ruined by her argument with Copia and was desperate to make today a good day. She didn't say anything all the while they drove and kept to herself on her bunk. Even Dew left her alone for the majority of the drive; the only people really coming in to check on her was Rain or Swiss to make sure she was good and didn't need anything; her nose was stuck in her journal every time they went to speak with her face shadowed with an emotion they couldn't quite decipher.

"Stop it. You're making the fucking bus stink with your depressive mood."

Ari looked up to find Dew standing in the doorway with a scowl on his angular features.

"I'm not depressed, idiot." she quipped back before dropping her gaze back to her book but Dew wasn't going to be ignored.

Walking in he shut the door behind him and yanked the journal from her hands and tossed it across the room onto his own bed before wrapping an arm around her as she lunged for it and tossed her back onto her bed with a yelp.

"What the hell Dewdrop!" Ari huffed

The fire ghoul stood with his arms crossed in front of her blocking her path in the small space to glower at her. "What the hell is your problem with Copia and his rules about money? I don't think anybody would have had an issue with using tour budget money for shit like this; why are you so adamant about using your own money?" he demanded.

Ari rolled her eyes and looked away but Dew wouldn't be ignored and he reached out to grab her chin and jerk her face back towards him to meet his eyes.

"Because it's my money Dew! That's why. I work hard for that money and if I want to spend it then I will however I damn well please! Why is that such a fucking issue for you guys?!" she demanded glaring up at him but Dew didn't say anything instead the fire ghoul just searched her face and realization dawned on his features making her heart start beating faster as she realized he had gotten an idea of her little issue.

"I see now..." he bent down to be closer to her as he scanned her face. "Pretty boy Braydon never let you use your money is that it? He dictated your expenses hadn't he?"

Ari's jaw ticked and she looked away causing Dewdrop to laugh lowly as he shook his head in disbelief that he managed to get the nail right on the head. His hand was slightly more gentle as he tipped her face back to him and she couldn't look away from his glowing orange twin flames.

"Ari." her name came out almost tender as he cocked his head staring down at her. "You are going to brush off that nuisance of a soon-to-be ex-husband of yours and live your own life woman. Whether you believe it or not it is your money and you work damn good for it. He never should have controlled that aspect of your life married or not. So fuck him and do whatever the fuck you please with your money. Tell Copia too because he may change his mind about how he handles future situations like this, or I will. I'm tired of fucking listening to you guys bicker like an old married couple about that shit. It's money, there'll be more of it in the future. So the both of you gotta get over it, sweetcheeks." he straightened up suddenly making her feel suddenly cold and distant from him in the space he created.

"I expect a tub of cotton candy for dealing with this bullshit when we get to the carnival." he grumbled as he parted ways with her leaving her sitting there staring into their shared bunking space wondering what the hell just happened. Did Dewdrop actually try to comfort her with some tough love?

~

Chapter 7

[boasamishipper]

PLEASE write the hangote fic based on that art of coyote stealing his toothpick, i will gain 30 years of life from it

based on this incredible fanart by the incredible @blurrwar

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"I want a drink."

"Mmhmm. Good thing we're at a bar, then."

"Coyote," Hangman said. He didn't whine, because he was a grown-ass man and a fucking fighter pilot to boot, but he wasn't above wheedling to get his way. And he was damn good at wheedling.

Coyote opened one eye. He had his feet up on the table, his arms behind his head, and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone. There was a girl two tables over who was eyeing him with interest, but if he noticed her, he didn't let on. "You still got half of your beer left, man."

"Well, you know me." Hangman grinned and stuck a toothpick in his mouth, doing his best to talk around it. "Always planning ahead."

Coyote snorted, and his eyes stayed on Hangman the entire time it took Hangman to lift his bottle of Budweiser to his mouth and drain the contents, all without removing the toothpick. One of his best party tricks, next to playing darts with his eyes shut. "What is it with you and those, anyway?"

Hangman shrugged one shoulder - not even to be coy, but because he genuinely didn't have an answer. Used to be that he preferred chewing gum, but he'd found he preferred toothpicks to Trident (and cinnamon-flavored ones to plain) somewhere along the way. "What can I say? Just part of my charm." He spun it around slowly with his tongue and winked. "Maybe you ought to give it a try, Machado. Get yourself some character."

Coyote rolled his eyes, but there was a thoughtful tilt to his head as he stood. Hangman leaned back in his chair and shut his eyes, tilting his head back so he could feel the cool breeze from the ceiling fan. A shadow passed over him; he opened his eyes and almost swallowed his toothpick when he saw Coyote's face so close to his. Close enough that he could smell Coyote's aftershave; could count every one of Coyote's dark eyelashes.

A smirk slowly curved Coyote's mouth. He leaned in a little closer, bracing himself on the back of Hangman's chair with one hand, until his breath ghosted over Hangman's lips - and then he bit at the end of the toothpick, sliding it out of Hangman's mouth and between his own lips. His tongue darted out to flick at the toothpick, shifting it to the corner of his mouth, and Hangman felt a shiver like static shock slide down his spine, pinning him in place. The ocean could have swallowed the Hard Deck whole and he still wouldn't have been able to turn his head.

Coyote's eyes danced with mischief. "See what you mean," he said, and flipped the toothpick over in his mouth; bit it between his teeth as he grinned. Hangman's heart jolted so hard it was almost painful. "I feel like I've got character already."

"Get me a beer and you can keep it," Hangman croaked, desperate to regain the upper hand. He hoped the words had come out properly. He couldn't even hear himself think over how hard his heart was pounding. He had to be more drunk than he'd originally thought. "Won't even charge you for shipping and handling."

Coyote's grin, if possible, broadened. "Works for me."

He strode off through the crowd to the counter like it was nothing, and Hangman watched him go, his entire body taut as a whipcord and buzzing like soda fizz. Screw the twenty bucks tradition. Their next game of darts, he was gonna win it back.

[op-fan]

I've started watching Buzzfeed Unsolved and a lot of the time I'm just thinking of the asl bros ghost hunting so here's a collection If asl as buzzfeed unsolved quotes and random shit I add that could be in buzzfeed unsolved, to be continued as I finish watching

(Now, I have talked about this before with some friends in our discord server and we have come to the conclusion that Ace's fans would be called Acey Hots, Sabo's would be Saboronies, and Luffy's would be Luffinos. Ace's fans don't come up with theories, they just talk about how hot he is. Every episode Ace starts wearing a shirt but by the end it's gone. Sabo's fans names stem from the fact that he was a brony and he got bullied for it by Ace and Luffy. Their merch includes water bottles with smth about everyone being thirsty for Ace on them, there's a haunted cookbook, and some other stuff.)

Ace: Hey there demons, it's me, ya boy

Sabo: We're all gonna die and it's because you're an idiot

Ace: Turn the light on if you want to follow Sabo home. He lives at-

Sabo: Shut up! Do you want me to die?

Ace: Hey ghouls! The boys are here!

Luffy, loudly shouting: WHOOOO

Sabo: I hate you both. If we die it's all your fault. You're the reason I have an ulcer.

Luffy: Oh look, there's a mouse!

Ace: *screams*

Ace: they chuted them

Sabo: you're a terrible person. I hate you.

Sabo: I hate this

Ace: This is kinda beautiful

Sabo, whispering: I didn't even get to do all the things on my bucket list

Ace, sarcastically, speaking as a ghost: How dare they dispose of my body! They should leave it in the hallway to rot!

Sabo: I'm kinda scared but if you could throw this ball back I'd be less scared

Ace, immediately: that's the biggest lie I've ever heard

Luffy: Aw, man, I'm a ghost hunter now? Do I have to put that on my business card?

Sabo: yeah, Monkey D. Luffy, ghost hunter

Luffy: fuck Christopher Columbus

Sabo: black holes aren't unicorns, Luffy.

Ace, offended: you're making me sound like Donald Trump!

Sabo, holding a baby doll that suddenly starts laughing: *screams and throws the baby*

Ace: I'm not doing this because I want to steal, in doing this to give the ghost sufficient reason to haunt me

Sabo: admit it, you also want to steal

Ace: okay, maybe a little bit

Ace: I actually knew this kid who was distantly related to an axe murderer

Sabo: Oh?

Ace: Yeah, that kid told me to kill myself repeatedly

Sabo: oh

Ace: any horny boys here tonight?

Sabo: horny boys?

Ace: demons have horns, don't they?

Sabo: *pulls out a water gun full of holy water*

Ace: no way dude

Sabo: I went to a church earlier and got this blessed

Luffy: *laughs loudly*

Ace: fuck you goatman!

Sabo: holy shit dude

Ace: Goatman! I'm dancing on your bridge, it's my bridge now. If you want me off this bridge your bridge you're gonna have to kill me! You're gonna have to throw me off this bridge! Look how I dance on your bridge, I'm disrespecting your bridge! It's our bridge now, mine and Sabo's-

Sabo: don't rope me into your shit! I'm not a part of this!

Sabo: they wouldn't hide in the bushes, would they?

Ace: of course they would, Sabo, they're cultists

Sabo: *screams*

Ace: dude, it's a plant

Sabo: I'm gonna die for the internet

Ace: oh, wow, that's a triumphant penis right there

[ruewrites]

Hi, i hope you are doing good. So i had a request, i really like angst and i was reading We're Blooming Togheter (its very good btw) And i was wondering if maybe you could write like an one-shot about Asmo and more about his last partners? Or maybe more about Lucifer taking care of the brothers at such a young age after being abandoned...i just really like angst.

Revisiting Past Ghosts

AO3

WBT

Ship: Solomon/Asmo, Lucifer/Diavolo (more near the end?)

Word Count: 3113

Warnings: Some violence (skip the third snippit)

A/N: Hi Anon! I’m happy that you enjoyed WBT! I really loved writing it! I’m also always willing to write more about it (I want to write more about it too). This ask actually inspired two one-shots? I’m not going to post the second one yet (I want to finish some other requests first) but I hope you like this first one. I was actually playing with some ideas about writing some more for the au and your comment pushed me to do it, so thank you! I hope you enjoy this!

Asmo remembered his first girlfriend finding out about him. Part of him had always known about his own affections,  but it still made him nervous to tell her. She’d seemed so accepting, so supportive. But Asmo quickly regretted the decision. She’d already had a jealous streak. He knew this, and this just seemed to make her lash out at anyone that even dared to look at Asmo in the halls, including his best friend.  It started out as little things that could be excused as accidents, but then Solomon’s number had been blocked on his phone.  

The only reason that they’d started dating in the first place was because they were in similar social circles. She was cute, Asmo was cute, it made sense. He’d been interested at first, but the more he learned about her personality, the less interested he became. Despite how perfect they may have looked to their peers, they clashed on more subjects than they agreed on. 

Their breakup had been ugly, Asmo wouldn’t deny that.They’d gone back and forth fighting about little things that didn’t matter in the long run. 

He’d thought it was over, until he’d seen Solomon’s vandalized locker.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmured, a sickness stirring in his stomach. The two of them stayed after school to try to fix whatever damage they could.  There had been horrible notes, drinks thrown onto his text books, lipstick smeared over his notes. Asmo would have thought he would’ve been the target of her anger, but unfortunately this didn’t surprise him. 

“You aren’t responsible for her actions.”

“But she’s obviously still hostile because of me.”

“Stop blaming yourself, you didn’t ruin my locker.” Solomon let out a huff and pushed more sludge into a trash can, “You can’t fix her attitude.”

True but Asmo still felt bad. Things were quiet for a moment as Asmo tried to escape his guilt as he slipped paper towels in between the pages of Solomon’s notes. She’d been flooding his comments, but he didn’t think she’d ever do something like this once they broke up…

He felt Solomon nudge him with his foot, bringing his attention back up. “If you still really feel bad, you could invite me for dinner. You said Lucifer was cooking right?” he smiled. 

Was it simple? Yes. Did it make Asmo feel a little better and maybe even steal a laugh from him? Also yes.

His ex had gotten a new boyfriend eventually. Not that Asmo cared.

Every now and again they would still hiss at each other in the hallway. They’d gotten into a few more fights, mainly over Solomon, and each time Solomon had been the one to pull Asmo away. He hadn’t handled it the best he could have, but it was in the past now. It happened. He didn’t really remember when it all stopped. Eventually they had just sizzled out, going from a raging fire to nothing but smoke and ash.

********

Solomon had just gone home from dropping his assignments off. He promised he’d come back tomorrow, but only if Asmo wanted him too. Asmo had nodded, eyes still red and pillow stained with tears. He genuinely didn’t know what he’d do without Solomon. 

As soon as he was gone, Asmo was left alone with his thoughts again. He knew Solomon had to go home, but he wished he didn’t have to. He didn’t want to be alone. He should go back to school, he really should, but he wasn’t sure if he could bring himself to see his ex. He sobbed into his pillow, gripping it tightly, feeling the fabric become cold beneath his cheeks. It didn’t make sense. He didn’t understand. There wasn’t a reason. 

He did everything he could. He made himself pretty, he got him  the sweetest gifts he could think of, listened to him, cleared his schedule for him… Maybe it still hadn’t been enough. Maybe he could have done more, tried harder. He could have made himself prettier in the mornings or been a little more adoring. Now that it was over, Asmo was making a list of things he could have done better, but it was too late.

He could still remember the last conversation they had and how the bile rose in his throat.

“We need to break up.”

The words had caught Asmo off guard. Everything had seemed to be going fine. They’d never talked about any problems. As far as Asmo had known, they’d been a perfectly happy couple. They did everything happy couples were supposed to do. Asmo did everything a perfect boyfriend was supposed to do.

“But why?” he’d asked, voice already catching in his throat.

“Just ‘cuz Asmo.”

“But-”

“Just. ‘Cuz. Don’t make me spell it out for you.”

Asmo had been snapped at. Asmo hated being yelled at. It made his throat tighten and his body freeze. This wasn’t how this was supposed to be.

“You’re not dumb. You know why.”

But Asmo didn’t know why!

“Wait-”

“I need to go.”

Asmo could feel the mascara running down his face and taste it on his tongue, “Please don’t.”

“Lose my number Asmo.

Then Asmo had been alone. No reason. No explanation. He was just alone sobbing on the sidewalk, looking for an answer he would never get.

He’d been humiliated and broken and he wasn’t sure how to feel. Honestly, he probably would have stayed crying on the sidewalk if Solomon hadn’t found him.

He didn’t want to be alone. He wished Solomon didn’t have to head home.

His door cracked open ever so slightly, and footsteps crossed his room.

“There was ice cream left over in the freezer,” Lucifer seemed a bit awkward, as if he wasn’t sure what to say. He knew Asmo had been broken up with, but he wasn’t exactly sure what to say. It seemed like calling his ex some… choice words had been the wrong decision as Asmo had only cried even harder, defended his ex, and started to blubber about it being all his fault. From there Solomon had taken over and ushered Asmo upstairs.

He’d caught bits and pieces.

I wasn’t good enough. 

I wasn’t pretty enough.

I didn’t love enough.

I wasn’t perfect enough.

Lucifer heard a few other things, but all of these little untruths did nothing but make him angry. He knew his brother, and he knew none of those things were true. He’d seen Asmo interact with his partners, and he did nothing but love them. Perhaps he was a little biased, but he didn’t care.

Asmo sniffled and lifted his head. Ice cream didn’t sound too bad… He wasn’t sure how much of it he could eat, but it was a good breakup food. He sat up a bit and moved closer to his brother. The container was partially full and had brownie chunks mixed in. He leaned against Lucifer’s shoulder and sniffled.  

They sat there in silence,  Asmo wondering why he wasn’t good enough and Lucifer knowing he deserved better.

********

Lucifer was already tense. He could hear the rising voices from the living room. The couple clearly thought they were home alone. Voices rising in the heat of the moment, growing until they reached their inevitable crescendo.

Lucifer saw the slap before he heard it.

A hand brought down onto Asmo’s face. Eyes wide and full of hurt, shock, and embarrassment as tears welled and slowly overflowed onto the floor. He didn’t see Lucifer. It didn’t matter if Lucifer had met the man in his house before this moment. Now he was a stranger, and intruder. He was violating their space, and would be treated as such. 

Before he could disgrace Asmo furthur, Lucifer’s hands were dug into his collar and slamming him harshly against the wall. His vision was clouded with red, lips pulled back in a snarl. Bloodlust clouded his mind.

“How dare you lay a hand on him,” he snarled, grip tightening around his collar, “You have no right to hurt him in any way.”

“Wh-” 

“None.” 

Lucifer vaguely felt the tugging on the back of his clothes, Asmo’s voice no more than a bug flying in his ear. He dropped the man, making sure he stayed between him and his brother.  The fear that Lucifer saw would have been satisfying if not for the situation.

“Leave. If I ever catch you in my home again I will be the last thing you see.”

The man bolted out of the house, Cerberus barking as the door slammed behind him. Lucifer couldn’t relax even with his brother’s soon to be ex gone. His blood was boiling, and Asmo was squirming under his gaze. 

Asmo didn’t think Lucifer was home, he hadn’t thought anyone was home. It was the only reason his boyfriend had wanted to come over in the first place, he wasn’t a big fan of Lucifer or any of Asmo’s brothers really. It was a red flag, one Asmo had seen in the distance. He thought that would resolve over time. Apparently he was wrong.

“He’s not welcome in this family,” Lucifer growled, “No one is to treat you like that.”

Understood?

Lucifer’s tone made Asmo’s skin crawl. He was still trying to process what had happened. His cheek stung, and his eyes were watering. What had they been fighting over? He couldn’t remember. Were they even fighting or had they just started yelling?

Asmo couldn’t help but shrink into himself.

 “Yes.”

His words were soft and barely audible. His mind couldn’t even think about texting Solomon. Where would he even begin?

Lucifer paced around the living room for a moment, muttering to himself. He sounded almost animalistic, so unlike Lucifer. It scared him, the entire situation sent Asmo into a spiral and he wasn’t sure where to go from here. He flinched when Lucifer touched him, and seeing that seemed to make his anger flare again.

Lucifer stared at the mark that started to mar Asmo’s skin before shaking his head and heading off into the kitchen. He returned shortly after and pressed a cold ice pack to Asmo’s face. Hours of silence ticked by. 

Lucifer wanted to press charges.

Lucifer wanted to go after him himself.

Lucifer wanted to bury him deep in the ground with the rest of the spineless worms. 

Asmo told him not to. 

They’d fought about it for a few days, and the relationship had continued for a little longer after that. But eventually, both the argument and the relationship ended.

*********

Lucifer had been looking over one of his cases when Barbatos paged him down. Something about someone wanting to talk with him. While he’d never admit it, his mind hadn’t been focused on his work lately. Something was going on with his brothers, specifically Asmodeus. He’d seemed unusually twitchy and eager up until recently. Now he wouldn’t come out of his room, and he could hear him sniffling. 

 Diavolo’s booming laugh bounced off the walls and was the first thing Lucifer heard before he saw anyone.  Perhaps Diavolo wanted to take the three of them out to lunch again, where Lucifer would then continuously have to check the time and remind Diavolo about PDA as well as Barbatos’ presence.

However, when Lucifer came to Barbato’s desk, he saw a third person that he wasn’t expecting. 

Solomon looked a little frazzled underneath his normally cool composure. He stood stiffly next to Barbatos as Diavolo chattered away. Luciferer spied something pink clasped between fidgeting fingers. 

Barbatos was the first to notice Lucifer’s presence. He made his way over to his side and glanced over towards Solomon and Diavolo. 

“He seems nervous.”

“I noticed.”

“What do you think it’s about?”

 Lucifer hesitated, thinking over his options. Well, he had one idea. If he was correct, it would certainly make everything else fall into place much easier.

“I guess we’ll have to find out won’t we?”

Solomon smiled as he saw Lucifer approaching, causing Diavolo to turn around with a wide grin on his face. 

“Lucifer!” Diavolo chirped, moving closer. He went in for a kiss, but Lucifer stopped him. 

“Later. We have company,” he smiled, patting his boyfriend’s pouting cheek before turning to Solomon. “It’s good to see you Solomon, it’s been a while since we’ve had you at our dinner table.”

“Ah, well, Asmodeus and I have both been busy. We’ve been spending a lot of study time over at my apartment,” he said. Then a small silence stretched on. Solomon looked down at the pink envelope in his hands for a moment and sucked in his breath, “I was actually wondering if you could give something to him.”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. He could feel Diavolo and Barbatos behind him, their intrigue was palpable. Lucifer would be lying if he said he also wasn’t curious about what Solomon had to say. “And why can’t you just give it to him yourself?” he asked.

Solomon stopped for a moment, eyes glancing down at the envelope before smiling.

“Well, I’ve been hiding them in secret and leaving them anonymous, so what fun would it be to just give it to him?”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow and Solomon’s face fell. 

“He also hasn’t been answering my texts,” he admitted, “I just need him to meet me in the park tonight. I-”

Diavolo’s eyes lit up, “Oh Lucifer! I didn’t realize your brother had a boyfriend, and one with such romantic ideas at that.”

Solomon’s face lit up red and his eyes shifted to the side. So, there was something going on between his brother and his brother’s childhood best friend. His memories flashed to Asmo’s exes, the things they’d put him through, the pain they’d caused him. He didn’t want Asmo to live through any of that again, he didn’t want things to go wrong and he certainly didn’t want his brother to go through more heartbreak.

“What if I just told him? You’ve been sending him letters for a while, why not just get it over with?” Lucifer asked. 

Diavolo cut in before Solomon could even give his argument. “Lucifer, why don’t you indulge him?” he asked, “You mentioned that Asmodeus loved romantic things like this. Plus it’s adorable. He’s made this elaborate little plan just for Asmodeus.”

Lucifer hesitated for a moment, thinking his decision over, eyes glued to the envelope. It did seem very… Asmodeus, but could he trust this little romance to not leave Asmodeus crushed? It was a gamble with his brother’s happiness, and the stakes were high.

“It does seem like something Asmodeus would enjoy,” Barbatos cut in, nodding towards the letter, “Plus, you can trust him with his own heart.”

But could he really?

A few more minutes ticked by, Lucifer played with his thoughts. Perhaps he had still been soured by his brother’s last boyfriend. The man hadn’t really left a good impression, and Lucifer didn’t want to see Asmo in that situation again. Asmodeus deserved to thrive and to be loved and cherished. He just wanted what was best for him.

“Alright, I’ll give it to him,” he decided. Solomon’s grin returned as he handed the envelope over. “But,” Lucifer continued, “You’d better treat him well, regardless of what happens. I won’t tolerate anyone disrespecting him.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Solomon smiled, “I promise I’ll take care of him.”

***********

It was late, but Lucifer couldn’t fall back asleep. He  picked up his phone to look at the time.

Three am. 

How was Asmodeus doing? Surely he and Solomon had gotten to their suite a while ago. Maybe he should give him a call. 

Turning onto his side, Lucifer propped himself up and stared at his husband for a moment. Diavolo was curled up on his side, softly snoring away. He wasn’t the most graceful sleeper, but it was still endearing in a way. It was still wonderfully Diavolo.

Kissing Diavolo’s cheek, Lucifer grabbed his phone before heading downstairs. It rang once. Then twice. He wondered for a moment if his brother would even pick up when a tired voice answered.

“Lucifer?”

“Hello Asmodeus,” Lucifer smiled, “Did you arrive alright?”

“Mmm, give me a second, we just… got to sleep.”

There was shifting on the other side of the line, followed by a second voice. It was slightly muddled, but Lucifer knew who it was.

“I’ll be right back Darling… It’s my brother… No no, not Mammon…. Yes Lucifer.... Go back to sleep, I’ll be back soon.”

There were a few other noises. Kisses perhaps? Then more shuffling and a door shutting.

“Sorry brother dearest, Solomon’s rather clingy when it comes to curling up,  I’m lucky I was able to escape to the porch.”

He sounded happy. It made Lucifer’s body relax and a soft smile spread across his face. Asmodeus was in good hands, he was safe, he was going to be cared for. He still remembered how happy Asmo had been showing off his ring, and how much happier he looked at his wedding. It made him feel at peace, knowing he was loved. 

“I assume you’re having a good time then?”

“Oh yes, all the unpacking is done, and we’re planning  on going out and exploring tomorrow,” he chirped.

“You mean you haven’t explored yet?”

“We were unpacking!”

“Unpacking doesn’t take that long Asmodeus.”

“Buuuuuuusssssyyyyyy,” Asmo sang, “Anyways, I’ll make sure to take lots of pictures tomorrow!”

“Good.”

I’m happy you found him.

Silence stretched between them for a moment. Lucifer could hear the ocean in the background.

“I should be getting back to bed, I have a wonderful husband waiting for me and a long day tomorrow.”

“Mmh, now that you mention it, I suppose I should be getting back to someone as well.”

I’m happy he makes you happy.

“Goodnight Lucifer, I love you!”

“Goodnight Asmodeus.”

Lucifer stared at the phone for a few moments more before going back to his bedroom where a warm bed and an adoring husband awaited him. Kissing Diavolo’s cheek once more, Lucifer settled back into bed, feeling his partner shift behind him.

Asmo looked up at the stars and took in the night air before wandering back inside. He barely had time to plug in his phone before Solomon was sucking him back into the bed and covering his skin with kisses. Honestly sometimes Asmo wasn’t sure what to do with all the love Solomon gave him, he doubted that he even deserved it at times. But as they laid together, Asmo knew that this was where he truly belonged. He’d finally found the one. Asmo had had good and bad partners come and go, but Solomon was the one who stayed.

[sweetchup]

A Helping Hand 4: Ghosts of Past // Day 2

Type: Shalnark x reader

Au?: Savior Au

Word Count: 1,700+

Warnings: Trauma, Airplanes

Author Note: I hope people enjoy!! I planning on Part 3 coming out tomorrow but I’m struggling a little on the chapter and I have some Headcanons to get through so it might come out Sunday instead.

<—(Pt.4.1) / (Pt.4.3☀️)—>

A Helping Hand Masterlist

Sleigh bells ring, are you listening?

In the lane, snow is glistening

A beautiful sight

We're happy tonight

Walking in a winter wonderland…

“Ladies and Gentlemen. Thank you for flying with Amazon Aircrafts this afternoon. We will be landing in York New in about 5 minutes. If you would please, buckle up your—“

Suddenly as the Flight Attendant was announcing your descent, you feel your shoulder being tapped at.

“In a second…” You murmur out, too absorbed in the book you were reading. You were hoping to finish this last chapter before you got off the plane but as you feel another nudge at your shoulder, it is now highly unlikely you will.

“What do you— Shal!”  You gasped out, quickly shutting your book with a thud once you saw what he was doing. “You can’t take Chloe out of her crate on the aircraft!”

“But (Y/nnnnn),” Shalnark whines out, cradling Chloe closer to him so you couldn’t take her away, “I just want her to watch the aircraft landing with me.”

“Shal. You can’t be serious.” You deadpanned at him. You can’t believe Shalnark has only known this cat for less than a day and he is already so attached to her. Hell, he even whined for a whole hour when you thought about allowing a friend to babysit Chloe instead of bringing her on the trip.

“Fine. Fine. Just don’t get us caught please?” You sighed out, giving up on convincing the childish man next to you.

“Thank you (y/n)!” Shalnark shouts out gleefully, “By the way, you should watch the landing with us. York New City is amazing at sunrise.”

“Uh…” You look down awkwardly at the middle seat—currently holding Chloe’s crate—in between you two. “There’s not much room— oof!”

Suddenly, before you can even finish your sentence, Shalnark grabs your arm and pulls you towards him. For a man that is injured, he sure had amazing strength. Then again, he was able to break your hand the first time you two met when he was in a way worse condition.

“(Y/n) Are you listening?” Shalnark calls out to you, his voice right next to your ear surprising you.

“Uh. N-no sorry,” You choked out. Your head feeling like it was spinning once you noticed that you were basically being cradled to his side; With one hand pressed against the small of your back to keep you still.

“I was saying look at the clouds. They are so pink, they almost look like cotton candy.” Shalnark murmurs out, his minty breath fanning at your face. However, even though you should probably look at the clouds like Shalnark said, you can’t bring yourself to look. Your attention was trapped on Shalnark’s piercing aquamarine blue eyes that were staring down at you. Honestly, in your opinion, getting to see his eyes up so close was much better than any natural view that he could show you. “(Y/n)...?”

Startled by his sudden call, you feel yourself snap out of the trance you were in.

“O-oh yeah they are.” You stutter out turning your attention away from Shalnark. Also missing how he was leaning in towards you as you pull away.

That would prove to be the longest aircraft descendent of both of yours entire life.

—.—.—.—.—.—

“Ah finally here!” You yell out, dropping your bags down on the hotel room floor and flopping onto the bed. You hear Shalnark chuckle at your silliness before dropping his bags as well.

At the sound of his racing feet, you let out a yelp in surprise as you see him jump at you. His arms and legs bent so he doesn’t land on top of you and crush you as he falls.

“Shal!” You yell out, slapping his chest playfully. “You shouldn’t do that sort of thing. Especially with those injuries.”

“Sorry Doc.” Shalnark teases out before flopping over next to you, causing you to giggle as the bed springs up and down. As you stare up at the ceiling, you think how you were just glad Shalnark was getting back to his old self again. Getting out of that stuffy hospital definitely helped him. Though…

You turn your head to look at Shalnark. A question still on your mind ever since late last night when he spontaneously suggested this trip.

“Hey Shal.”

“Yeah?”

The bed squeaks underneath you as you shift your body, now laying on your side to look at him. “Why did you want to go to York New of all places?”

There is a silent pause that drifts through the air. You watch as Shalnark lifts himself up from the bed to lean back on his elbows, seeming to think about what to answer.

“I…” Shalnark’s words seem to die in his throat. It takes him a couple of seconds before he can start again, “It just felt right coming here… It was the final place the troupe went before everything went to shit.”

As you look up at Shalnark, his face has turned away from your gaze, making you unable to read his expression. Carefully, you shift closer to him; offering him some comfort as you wrap a single arm over his elevated waist.

As you feel his larger hand come over to cover your own, his thumb caressing at your knuckles in a silent reassurance that he was okay, you couldn’t help but wonder what you would uncover about Shalnark on this trip. Likely a side you’ve never seen before.

—.—.—.—.—.—.—

“Are you sure Chloe is going to be okay being left alone in the hotel room?” You ask Shalnark for the fifteenth time since you've left the hotel. Your eyes looking around at the many neon signs that lit up the night sky as you two walked through the bustling streets of York New.

“Positive. … Ah! Here it is,” Shalnark calls out, causing you to turn to look at the place he had taken you.

“The York New Auction Hall?” You mutter out confused,

looking at the elegant building in front of you. Why had Shalnark taken you here of all places? You understood he was a thief and all but…

“Shal.” You whispered to the male next to you as he was typing something into his phone. “You do realize I’m not going to steal anything on this trip, right?”

Shalnark looks up from his phone to give you an amused look; slightly chuckling to himself before grabbing your hand and dragging you into the building with him. All the while getting confused looks by the guest inside as you enter; all of whom wore formal outfits that looked like they cost more than your entire fortune.

“Shal—“ You are stopped short of completing what you are saying as, all of a sudden, two ladys hook their arms around yours and drag you off somewhere. “Woah! Hey!”

You look at Shalnark for help but he only gives you a grin before following two other gentlemen nearby.

After a couple of minutes of being dragged, you are finally placed into a room, stumbling slightly over your feet as you enter. As you look around the room, you find it very hard to see from how dark it is. However, before you can even straighten yourself out and take a closer look, you feel a pair of hands grab at your shirt and yank it over your head.

“H-hey I—“ You are cut off yet again as you feel another pair of hands unzip your pants. After a lot more yelps of surprise from your end and touching from the strangers, you are suddenly let go and pushed out of the room. “H-hey wait I don’t have any clothes… on…”

You don’t finish your sentence as you look agape at the reflection in front of you. Hesitantly, you turn yourself around and do a twirl, slowly taking in yourself. Dressed in a sparkling velvet dress with your makeup lightly done; You could hardly recognize yourself.

“Oh wow.”

And, it seemed as though you weren’t the only one impressed by your own beauty.

Quickly turning yourself at the sudden voice, you see Shalnark standing there; dressed in a classic black suit. With his hair lightly gelled back—except for a couple of blonde strands that couldn’t seem to stay put—you could get a clear look at the red blush that covered his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

“U-uh.. umm..” Shalnark stumbles over his words for a couple of minutes as he stares at you before suddenly getting a hold of himself and clearing his throat, “H-here.”

Swiftly, Shalnark pulls out a bouquet of red roses behind his back and extends them out to you. As you take the flowers from his hold, your fingers ever so slightly graze his, causing his blush to only worsen.

“Shal—“ “(Y/n)—“

You both paused for a second, staring at each other owlishly before trying again.

“You first—“ “You first—“

This time you can’t hold back the giggle that escapes from your lips, “You first, Shal.”

Shalnark quickly nods his head at your words, ever so slightly fidgeting with his tie as he suddenly feels as if it was strangling him. With blood rushing to his ears and a nervousness he hasn’t experienced since he was a kid, Shalnark takes a shaky deep breath.

“You don’t have to answer me right now. I don’t actually expect you to. I J-just…” Shalnark lets out a sigh, frustrated with how nervous he suddenly was. “Just… let me have you for tonight.”

“Only for tonight?” You questioned out loud, bashfully playing with the petals of one of the roses as you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.

“Well, I’ve never felt this way about anyone else so I wanna do it right.” Shalnark rubs the back of his neck as he looks away, “... Not too fast, no pressure…”

Lightly, you stuff your face into the flowers to hold back the grin that has etched its way onto your face as Shalnark encases his hand in yours. Even though you have held his hand many times before, this time feels different.

“...just going with what happens.”

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[ride-thedragon]

I know so many of y'all are uncouth before we begin.

There are 3 wild dragons, one of them gets claimed. They all reside on Dragonstone.

The Cannibal/ Sheepstealer/ Grey Ghost

Body. Stealing. Ghost.

When The Cannibal and Sheepstealer are feasting during the sowing, that's the BODY STEALER dynamic.

Sheepstealer is the MAIN CHARACTER.

He is the Beyoncé of the group.

He's also a whore.

Please do not come here acting foolish. I do not play about this specifically.

[srona58]

Between Heaven and Hell

Random Pepperony one shot, Tony POV, post A4. Sorry in advance!

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Based off of Boss Logic's new fan edit shown below (PLEASE CREDIT HIM FOR PHOTO IF USED!)

Photo Credit: Boss Logic

It had to be done.  14,000,605 outcomes and only one would be successful.  But no one told me that one outcome would end in me leaving her.

Pepper.  The one I can't stop staring at.  Standing in her blue dress, the same one she wore the night I fell in love with her...though I didn't tell her that then.  Her hair in the same ocean waves, like fire over her shoulders.  God, it's really been eleven years since I last saw her like this?

Honestly I don't know if 'this' is even real.  It could be fake, could be my imagination. A figment of bent reality.  Everything seemed to blur together after I reversed things, anyway, and I don't know how I wound up here, back in the lab at the compound, no suit...just my usual Black Sabbath shirt and a black jacket over top.  And...no arc...

Anyway, I'm rambling... Here she is, my fiance, my strength, the only person to ever understand me...

She's staring at the suits, her back turned to me as she picks up one of the helmets off of the Mark 47 unit that's since been retired...obsolete next to the nanotech.  Her hands shake, though, and I start to panic.

"Pep?  Hey, you okay?" I ask, reaching out.

But she doesn't answer.

"Hey, you mad at me or somethin?" I ask next as she sets it down on the ground with some struggle.  "You know I had to go, and the kid snuck on board, but everything's okay now, and..."

But she's unresponsive, pressing the side triggers and suddenly, there's a blue light illuminating the dark space, drowing her in a color just lighter than her dress.

"Pepper?"

And then it shapes into a firgure...my figure.  Me from that banquet.  My hair was longer then, my beard darker, before the grays set in...  And that tux has since been donated somewhere, but clearly she remembers the sentiment of that night, too...even if I left her on that rooftop.

"Tony..." she sighs, and then her hands raise and settle on her stomach and...

"Pep, you said we weren't-" I start, heart hurting at this sudden news, but then my own voice interrupts and speaks over me as if I'm not even here.

"Pepper," is all that hologram greets with.

Though it's pretty monotone, I see that same care in the fake Tony's eyes that I've look at her with too many times.  The softness that tells her I love her without speaking words.

"How are you feeling today?" it speaks next, and I realize it must be me...in an AI form; she must've programmed me like I had Jarvis...but why?

"Nervous..." she sighs, looking down at her swollen belly.  "Less than a month now."

"You'll do great," the AI tries to assure her.

And then a tear stains her cheek but she doesn't look up, and her voice is cracked and raw when she speaks again.

"I'm so scared, Tony..."

"Don't be," fake me answers calmly, stepping forward until her bump is just inches away.  "She'll be perfect. She'll love her mother with everything she has. Just like her dad did."

Did?!

"Pep, I'm right here," I try again, but she's since turned her head away, not wanting to look at either of us.

"I miss you so much, Stark..." she manages, and I can hear the crying in her voice.  "You should be here...not, not this...this program..."

"I'm right here, Pepper.  Remember?" the AI offers, but she snaps her head up, glaring at it.

"You're not my Tony," she cries.  "Our Tony."

"I'm the same as living Tony was.  You designed me to be."

"How?!" she chokes out.  "You're just another bot, not the real thing.  The real thing's gone...and he's not coming back."

And then it hits me.  The flashing images of the stones.  Of time being altered, of that portal they called the quantum realm.  Of having to choose - them or me.  And the ultimate sacrifice for the rest of the world to live...for her to live; myself.

I left her.  Killed myself without going back to see her.  My last words being that broken up apology to her from somewhere in the air above New York.  But it's the only way she would live.

I'm just a wandering ghost, I guess.  Is that actually something that happens?  Apparently.  But why?  Why do I need to see this?  This pain, this heartbreak...  How could I have chose differently and not had it be the selfish choice?

And I didn't even know she was pregnant.  She told me no.  And now I'll never get to marry her.  I'll never see the birth of our child or know what Morgan grows up to be.

And Pepper...God, Pepper can't stand to be alone so she made me come back, in some shape or form.  And I can see how desperately she wants to touch...well, me.  Hug me, have my hands on her stomach, anything.  But that AI isn't solid.  It can't soothe her fears or make her laugh like I used to.  It doesn't have the ability to love, it doesn't share our history, our memoeries...  It doesn't know how long it took me to realize I loved her or how many times I had to ask her to marry me before she finally agreed to take my sorry ass back.  It'll never hug her or finally put that wedding ring on her finger or hold our baby girl.  It's just a place holder...a computer, my personality stripped from my body.

"You knew what you were doing and you let them convince you to take your life!" she yells, suddenly kicking the helmet, simultaneously shutting off the hologram as it bounces off the wall.  "Do you hear me, Anthony, you coward?!  I hate you, I hate you...I...I love you, you big idiot, and you'll never even know that you're a father..."

And then she sinks down to her knees, holding her stomach as she ducks her head and hides her face under her hair.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I ask softly, knowing it's not going to matter; she can't hear me.

"You got what you wanted..." she whispers through her long curls and those bangs I always used to brush from her eyes.  "You don't have to worry about failing Morgan...and you're a hero to the rest of the world.  I hope you're happy..."

She takes a deep breath and I can't move...I can't stomach this.

"Are you happy, wherever you are?" she whispers.

And now I realize we're both stuck somewhere between heaven and hell, in this place where I can't stand to leave her and never see her again, and she can't let go.

"Yes," I finally settle on, knowing I'm only lying to myself.  "Because you and our daughter will live, and that's worth more than my life ever did."

[bokuaka-4510]

Bokuaka: Weakness

hi guys!! I thought I would start posting my Bokuaka dabbles on here. I just started writing, so any feedback/support would be much appreciated :) also most of my stories are multi-chapter (just a heads up!!)

Chapter 1: Flashing Lights

(Here’s the image that inspired the first chapter! Obviously all credits to the crazy talented artist @songrnim on Twitter)

The flashing lights were like a second home to Bokuto- the way they would always blind him when he was at the apex of his spike before slamming down on the ball and being rewarded with that satisfying crunch and throbbing in his hand.

Okay, so maybe he was a little bit of a masochist, but then again weren't all spikers?

"Bokuto-san!" a low voice shouts to him.

He knows that voice better than his own. How many times had he heard it, calling his name with the same pitch, same urgency, same tone, over the last few years?

Akaashi.

As long as it feels good. We'll be sure to clear a path for you.

Sure enough, even Bokuto could see the path in front of him, clear as light. Akaashi's perfect toss, spiraling higher and higher. His legs move on instinct now, tensing before catapulting him into a flying jump, powerful and natural.

The blinding lights.

He squints against them, golden eyes stalking the ball as if there's nothing else important in this world. For a split second it's just him and the volley, his oldest companion.

Then the towering wall appears- three giant blockers seeking to return his spike.

As if.

He glances at his destination- the spot tethering on the sideline, between in and out, on the opposite side of him and the blockers. Arm slinging back, building power and momentum, he waits until the ball is at its peak before smashing it down. Time frozen, Akaashi finds himself captivated once again at the sight known as Bokuto Koutarou in front of him: toned arms, lean body defying physics, attractive face set in determination.

Magnetic.

Tempting.

Enthralling.

Bokuto looks otherworldly, and Akaashi loves the view that leaves him feeling like he's stolen a glimpse of something belonging to paradise, something not meant for human eyes.

Crack.

The ball hurls towards the exact spot Bokuto wanted. A perfect cross-court shot.

Bokuto thinks it should be illegal for something to be so beautiful.

He falls back toward the hard wooden floors, back to reality, where complete and utter silence greet him.

Then, the room erupts into cheers, so loud, so deafening he can't even hear his own heartbeat, but fuck if this isn't what he lives for. Yes, yes, yes!

The crowd is chanting his name, as if he's some divine savior, " Bokuto. Bokuto. Bokuto," and he can hear the reporters struggling to grab his attention from the sidelines.

Cameras on him, fans chanting his name, the dull throbbing in his right hand, well, he's never felt happier.

"Bokuto-san!" he hears the familiar voice boom at him, and Bokuto spins around searching for Akaashi's eyes, always stormy green like an angry sea after a victory.

Instead, he's greeted by tackling hugs from his team mates, who jump up and down with the joy from the victory, riding out the high from their win. He glances up from their hurdle, only to find Akaashi's startling eyes, sure enough sea green, locked on his own. The pretty setter smiles softly at Bokuto, and the spiker finds himself reinvigorated. Untangling his body from the embrace of his team and offering them a light pat on the back as he passes them, Bokuto strides to his best friend.

No, not best friend. They were...?

He didn't know, only knew that best friend was too insignificant a term to describe what they had built the last 5 years together.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Bokuto exclaims as he draws near the other boy, a grin splitting his face.

Akaashi holds up a hand for him to high-five, but the spiker just grabs it before engulfing the shorter boy into a bone-crushing hug. Immediately, Akaashi is enveloped in Bokuto's familiar scent- mandarin, pine, and citrus.

Ba-bump. Ba-bump.

Akaashi sends a silent prayer to the Gods, please don't let Bokuto-san notice.

"Akaashi," Bokuto whooped in that typical, loud voice of his, "we won! We won! That toss was fucking awesome! You're awesome, wow!"

Akaashi carefully detracts himself away from the embrace. Smiling at Bokuto with a light blush dusting his fair cheeks, Akaashi congratulates him, "Bokuto-san, you're the ace. You gave us that winning shot,".

Well, Bokuto didn't think so. He sucked at tossing and his receives were decent at best, but if Akaashi, who was the smartest guy on the whole wide world- no scratch that- galaxy, was saying that, then it had to be true. Right?

Roaring with laughter, Bokuto smugly grins at him before pointing to chest, which proudly bore the number 1 in a light blue color, " Aha! I guess you're right, Akaashi. I'm the best ace, aren't I?"

Akaashi nods solemnly, now ignoring their ace's words as he focuses more on catching his breath.

"... best setter," Bokuto finishes.

Akaashi eyeballs the spiker, unsure if he heard him correctly.

"What," he pants out, hands resting on his knees, "did you say Bokuto-san?"

"I said if I'm the best ace, then you have to be the best setter, right? Right? Because a good spiker is only as good as his setter?" the star beams at him as he tilts his head side to side, reminding Akaashi of an owl. He almost wants to shield his eyes from the brightness.

Except Bokuto's smile and praise speed up Akaashi's already racing heart. Akaashi tells himself it's from the intense match they just played, but even he scoffs at the blatant lie.

Akaashi can't help the genuine smile, the one only Bokuto can only lure out, that graces his face, "Huh, I guess so Bokuto. Maybe we're just a good team in general,"

Before Bokuto can even respond, the coach calls their names. Bokuto and Akaashi. They're the only ones left standing on the court. They head over to the sidelines where the coach and the rest of the team sit before coach congratulates them for winning the first game of the season.

Which is followed right by Coach ordering them to go do 5 minutes of suicides and 3 laps of dives for every mistake they made, which was, according to Akaashi's calculations, a lot. He stopped counting at 16. Of course, most of them were made by Bokuto, but as Akaashi steals a glance at the star ace congratulating the rest of the team, arguing with Kuroo on who stole the spotlight, ruffling the freshmen's heads in genuine affection, he discovered he didn't care the slightest about Bokuto's contribution to their punishments.

They won.

Bokuto was happy.

To Akaashi, those were the only two things that really ever mattered, though not in that particular order.

"Ah, Bokuto-chan," the Coach cuts in his gruff voice, "I think the reporters wanted to talk to you. Go head over to where Hoshiumi-chan and Ushijima-chan are. They should be almost done,".

Bokuto suddenly stands erect and offers the coach a mock salute, a crazy grin on his face. With a roll of his eyes, Coach pushes his player away, but Akaashi catches the ghost of a smile on Coach's face as he turns around.

"Try not to embarrass us too much, ok horned bastard?" Kuroo calls out behind Bokuto with his signature shit-eating grin that typically put anyone on edge.

But Akaashi has known the dark-haired boy for just as long as he's known Bokuto, so Kuroo scares him about as much as a kitten does. Bokuto must feel the same because he just sticks out his tongue at the seemingly menacing man. Akaashi's eyes trail Bokuto's disappearing figure, watching him high-five the two other celebrity spikers as they pass each other. Ushijima and Hoshiumi return to their team, taking a seat right behind Akaashi.

After a rather long (and bad, the Coach was not particularly adept at expressing positive emotions, Akaashi noted) inspiring speech by their sensei, the team heads out of the gym, talking and laughing amongst themselves, all of them in high spirits, especially after Ushijima quietly announces he would be attending post-game drinks with the team, courtesy of Heishi-san.

Apparently, miracles do happen.

In the middle of Hoshiumi's monologue (something along the lines of "Take that Hinata, you orange piece of crap! I scored 7 points in the second set. I hope you get sand between your ********* and spend all your ******* days getting **** by crabs. Akaashi started tuning him out after he learned four new expletives), Akaashi picks up on Bokuto's voice amongst the cacophony of noises in the auditorium.

It's not like he was diligently looking for the spiker. That would be ridiculous, right?

"-but my team rocks! Akaashi, he's my setter, and Kuroo and Ushijima-kun and Hoshiumi-kun and Heiwajima-kun and everyone else is crazy talented! They all make me want to be a better wing spiker," Bokuto raves. The reporter in front of him looks a bit star-dazed, pupils dilated and mouth parted open, as she continues her interview with the attractive rising star.

Akaashi briefly wonders if she's even paying attention to the conversation, but he honestly can't blame her. Akaashi spent five years accustoming himself to the glory of Bokuto, and he still has to remind himself not to drool when he sees him. Six feet of pure muscle, striking golden eyes, and sharp, handsome features make up the man known as Bokuto Koutarou. The elite spiker stands proudly as he converses with the pretty woman in front of him, completely oblivious to the effect he has on her. He's loved by all of Japan, and probably soon the whole world. Even the court adores him as it seems like the bright gym lights spotlight his lean, muscular figure, emphasizing the number 1 on his back.

Akaashi stares at his back, noticing the way the white jersey hugs his muscular frame a little too snugly, back muscles tensing and relaxing every time Bokuto moved or laughed.

Yeah, Akaashi thought, Bokuto definitely looks good in white.

It's the last he sees of Bokuto before they part ways.