#ghost centric poly

[cod-dump]

Ghost: I don’t care about anyone. Fuck them

Alejandro: … you were hugging Soap earlier and sobbing because he was talking about going home for leave

Alejandro: Gaz went on a mission earlier this month and you have called him every single day to make sure he’s doing okay

Alejandro: You literally have been following Price around like he has a leash on you. You have to be in the same room as him or you get all sad and weird

Alejandro: You’ve been complaining about Rudy not coming with me to visit and that “you’re not sure how long you can go without seeing sunlight”

Alejandro: You’re sitting on my lap right now because you are, and I quote, “Deficient in Ale energy because you don’t get to see me enough”

Ghost, tightening his hold on Alejandro: maybe I care a little bit. Partially fuck them

[lilprincegoo]

Kindred Spirits by nicowememoney

ot7

Alternate Universe - Ghosts, Seven Deadly Sins, Fluff, Mild Hurt/Comfort, mostly just soft

7.6k words

rating: G

New to the city, lonely and unsure, Jungkook is taken under the wing by the six spirits and their pet lurking in his new apartment, each representing one of the seven sins.

[sirenmoth]

heyy!! i loved your story "Breeding Team" and was wondering if you could do a part 3. where the reader gives birth to lots of babies? thank you<3

New Additions

Poly Pack - Complete

Synopsis: The pack welcomes three new members

Didnt see this being a 3 parter by, hey. The kids dont have names cuz i suck at naming things

CW: Non descriptive childbirth, soft buff military men crying, fluff, domestic fluff, pregnancy, hurt/comfort?, semi insecure reader, crying, sexual themes, implied sex, i legit forgot i added graves to this, mainly Kyle, Alejandro and Roldolfo centric cuz i love them, and they need more fics (not me with several WIPs about those three), my back hurts after this.

AO3 Previous

Your morning usually consisted of having at least one or two, maybe more depending on how busy everyone is, of your mates cuddled up against, bare skin to skin contact which they insisted upon after your little meltdown. The warmth of the bodies laying next to you seeped into your bones, settling deep within you as it calmed your nerves. After your most recent doctors appointent, you found out you were having triplets, three little ones due at any moment, at anytime. A DNA test was scheduled to see who the fathers are, mostly to calm down the bickering and fighting that eruoted once it was found out that their omega was expecting, all wanted to the be the father of the first litter as a pack. All wanted the gender of your children to be a surprise.

You were convinced they had bets going on on who the father, now fathers, are. Each showed their love for you and the unborn pups in their own way, talking to your stomach, bringing what cravings you had. It was definitely not the trying to get ahead on imprinting on them early.

They took turns staying in the nest with you, keeping you in the middle incase something happened. Today it was Alejandro and Rodolfo's turn to be in the nest with you, they often their turns in pairs:

Ghost and Soap.

Price and Gaz.

Alejandro and Rodolfo.

König and Graves.

It was sufficating having eight men constatly at your side at all hours of the day, if one was working one would be tasked to stay with you. If all were busy you'd be told to stay put in one of their offices, not allowed to leave without one of your alphas company. Their protectiveness only grew as the due date came closer.

Hoping for some quiet and alone time before the two men woke up, you slowly climbed out of the bed to the best of your ability, picking up a shirt that belongs to one of the guys you found on the ground, non of your clothes have fitted you in months but one of the perks of having more than one partner is someones clothes are bound to fit you.

Your legs sore and trembled with each step you took, despite being pregnant with triplets that didn't curb your independence, or your hormones or theirs, you'd sometimes spend your days and nights carefully being laid or bend over something, slowly fucking into you, making love to you, having you cockwarm them, worshipping you like a goddess, filling you with their cum again and again. If needed, fucking each other while you laid and watched if you were too tired or the thought you couldn't take it, watching how the men fight for domainince, sometimes playfully before getting stuffed and fucked brainless by their equal counterpart.

Waddling your way to the conjoined bathroom to relieve yourself and wash up, wanting nothing more than a nice, warm relaxing bath. After using the toilet and washing your hands, you sit on the side of the costom built bathtub, leaning over to the taps to the best of your ability to try and place the plug in the drain but the massive swell of your stomach made the task difficult.

Sitting on the side didn't work so you tried sitting inside the tub, you could barely get the plug in before the strain in your arms became too much, you were getting frustrated that your alone time was dwindling bit by bit. Tears started to line your waterline, sitting in an empty bathtun built to accommodate at least four people. You just wanted some peace and quite.

To get away from the over-pugnet alpha smell.

To breathe.

A soft knock on the door rips you from your thoughts, alreting you that your alone time was up. "I'll be out in a minute" you call out, using handles at the side of the tub to assit in getting out, setting your feet on the soft bathmat placed beside it. The feeling of worry carries through the shared bond. "I'm fine, just needed to clean up a bit" hoping your excuse is enough to settle the man outside the door.

"¿Cariño?¿Puedes abrir la puerta?" The voice you recognised as Rodolfo, softly asked, allowing you enough privacy but keeping you close, as close as a bathroom door would allow. "What's happening, You can talk about it, mi amor" Rudy asks, knocking on the door again. He twists the door handle, to find out himself you locked it. His knocking became more adamant, determined on entering and ensuring you're alright.

"God, I'm fine! Can't I have five fucking minutes of peace for once! Just fuck off and leave me alone!" You scream, the frustration finally comes upfront.

Rodolfo's footsteps were heard turning and leaving the bedroom, the bedroom door faintly shutting, leaving you alone, like you asked, and unclear if Alejandro is still asleep or up and doing whatever tasks and chores he needs to do. Leaning against the cold tiled wall, you ease yourself down onto the floor, finally letting the tears flow. How the boys stayed calm and stuck with you all through all this beyond you. They were important and busy men, they could have anyone to warm their beds and carry their pups. Why choose you?

Double set of footsteps could be heard re-entering the bedroom, stopping outside the bedroom door again. Faint whispering between whoever was out there, followed by yet another knock, "Love, can you open the door?" Gaz. Sweet, loving, caring Kyle. He was the most calm and understanding of the eight of them, always able to talk you and ease you out of your more emotional moments. Bith stood on the other side of the door, trying to coax you to open it or get you out the bathroom.

After a few moment of nothing, and the barrier remaining in place,the Mexican and British men they try a different approach.

Rudy sighs, clearing his throat, "You can talk from in there, sí, sólo dinos qué pasa" his soft voice ringing in your ears, conern threaded deep into his tone.

You could see the image of his worry lines and cute, pippy-like expression in your mind, guilt or bile rose in your throat, the acidic smell hit your nose causing you to gag, the pups in your stomach moving around, kicking and pushing your skin from the inside didn't help.

Against your better wishes, using the wall and sink to get back up and steady yourself, you slowly make your way to the door and unlock it, using the handle as a aid when the pups kick again. The puffiness in your eyes evidence enough of the crying. "I'm sorry" you whimper meekly, keeping your head down.

Kyle opens his arms and pulls you into a hug, stroking your hair as you sob into his shirt, Rodolfo puts a hand on your back, rubbing up and down in an attempt to sooth you. Both felt guilty over not knowing what happened and if they caused it, if they missed something.

Did they fail as partners?

The man to your left gives a quite kiss to your head "Estás bien, estás bien, estamos aquí, está bien" he whispered to you in his native tounge, "what's wrong? Did somethinh happen?" he softly pressed, carefully tip-toeing around to ensure there isn't another breakdown.

Sniffiling, you shake your head no. burrowing further into the warm body in front of you. "I want wanted a bath and alone alone time. Didn't mean to shout." you whisper, voice hoarse from crying.

"Oh baby, it's ok" the British alpha reassures, "Why don't we run a bath while you sit here and a relax, hm?" he asks, gentle as ever.

The bedroom door opens unexpectedly, the smell of freash food fills your senses, a gruff but sweet voice calls out to the three of you, "Everything ok?" Alejandro, stands in the doorway with a plate of alegrías de amaranto and a cup of licuados, he was always trying to get you eat something healthy, even if it contained sugar.

Both men standing beside you nodded in unison, still keeping their arms tight around you, Rudy speaks something to Ale you don't quite hear but judging by his reaction it was about the events prior to his arrival. Alejandro sets the plate and cup down on the bedside table, telling Kyle and Rodolfo to start the bath for you, helping you out their arms and to sit on the bed, they both left to do as told.

"Shh, mi amor" he whispers, arranging your body so your legs are over his, head agaisnt his chest and back propped up by a few pillows, "te traje comide, vamos, come."

Alejandro picks up the plate from the table, holding it up to you so you can eat, small bites followed by sips of the drink he brought, he still kept is around around you, holding you against his chest as you ate. The muffled sound of runnng water filed in from the bathroom mixed with barely audible chatter.

After your food and drink was finished and the plate and cup were back on the table, Alejandro carefully picks you up bridal style, making sure to keep you as close as possible, walking towards the bathroom to join the two men already in there. He plces you down on the bathmat, the bath now filled with hot water and deep galatic blue colour from the bath-bomb they pickout, barely visible from under the bubbles floating on top the water.

Rudy removes your -Ghosts- shirt, jokingly complementing you on it, asking where you got it and that it looks good on you. He folds it and puts it on the toilet seat, helping you into the water and making sure you're comfortable, saying he and the other two will be in the other room if you need anything.

The three left you to have your alone time, you laye your head back on to the edge of the tub, letting the water reach your shoulders. Closing your eyes and letting out a sign, feeling the tranquillity relax your muscles, relax your mind, letting it wash away all your problems and stress.

Sudden pain spreads through your lower region, another one then another, the babies kicks become for frequent, shouting out to the guys as you white-knuckle the tub, trying to even your breathing, the door nearly falls off its hinges as it burts open, eyes flying around the room hoping to stop any danger before landing on you, silently asking what's wrong.

"I think my water just broke."

The Nurses gathered around you, shouting out different things, bringing in all sorts of equipment and moving you around, attending to your every need to make sure you're comfortable as possible. They ask your mates to wait in the waiting room, stating having an alpha in the room can cause problems.

All protested, not wanting to miss anything, but left eventually, leaving you alone to deliver the pups.

Johnny was the most reckless, pacing around the waiting room table, König sat in a comically small chair, nervously fidgeting next to Ghost who was giving the smll low growls, irritated by the constant movements.

Price and Graves were oddly calm, sat at opposite ends of the room, being leaders and commanders of hundreds of soldier, it made sense why they were the most calm, Alejandro was too, but not as calm at them.

"I cannae take this any longer" Soap growls, stopping his pacing to look at the double doors that lead to the labour and delivery ward, eyes swimming with impatience and worry.

"It's only been a few hours, sunshine" Price huffs out, moving around his chair, arms crossed over his chest. The hospital has a 'no smoking' rule indoors, no matter how badly he wants a cigar, Price stays put, not wanting to miss the announcement when the pups are born

Four of the eight men in the room groan in response; Alejandro, Rodolfo, Kyle and Johnny. All four were more than excited to meet the little one, they could barley stay still. waiting for one of the nurses to tell them it's ok to see you.

"Who'd you think the fathers are? " Graves pipes up, smug smirk on his face, "What? I'm just asking." he is confident on the question, whether it was to start a fight or it was a genuine question is hard to say

"Obviously it's me."

"Not even close, Johnny."

"What makes you think it's you, Skull-Boy?"

Price closes his eyes and tilts his head back, trying to block out yet another argument, praying a nurse comes soon.

"Könnte ich sein."

"God help our bonnie if it's you, ye Austrian giant."

"That's mean, hermano"

The bickering continues, back and forth, until one of the nurses comes in, standing by the double swing doors, does everyone shut up, listening to what she has to say. "There were a few complications, but that's expected when you have triplets, but mama is healthy and well. You have three healthy baby girls. Congratulations." she says.

Relief floods through the men, three daughters.

"Do you know who the fathers are?" König asks the nurse.

She shakes her head, "The doctor is talking to your mate now, you'll know then. You're welcome to visit them now." She explains before leaving the men in the waiting room.

Two of your babies were sleeping beside you in hospital provided basins, you just got the back after they checked them and did all the necessary procedures. They looked so cute wrapped up in their blankets and hats. Soft, tiny whines here and there could be heard of them every once in a while.

After seeing their faces, their tiny hands clasped around your finger as they took their first breathes, you knew who each of your new childrens fathers were. The resemblance could be seen clear as day.

The door to your room swings open with such force, nearly hitting the wall, "Careful! You'll wake them." you whisper-shout to whoever opened it, looking at your eight partners and the tears in their eyes as you spot the newborns, "Their sleeping!" you say, looking down at th child in your arms.

They all flock around them, Ghost comes over to take the child you're holding from you, stating you need to sleep, Price and Johnny both look at the pup Ghost is now holding, cooing at how cute she is. "The one you're holding his Kyle's" you mutter, sleepily smiling at them, watching their attempt to hold themselves together.

Gaz looks over at the child in the masked man arms, tears lining his waterline, all stopped fighting back tears the second they caught sight of their small pups. Kyle points to himself, as to confirm it's his, you nod to confirm she is indeed his. Ghost hands the man his newborn, the smile on Gaz's face seems to get wider as he looks at his daughter. "And the other two?" he whispers.

"The second girl is Rodolfo's and the third is Alejandro's" You say, trying your hardest to stay awake, the two Mexicans have a face splitting smile, Looking at their children, with such love and adoration in their eyes. "I haven't had a test, but i know their yours, i just know,i can see you in them." The three men nod, you don't need some test to tell that the they were their pups.

"I haven't named them yet, thought you could." you announce, slowly blinking as sleep starts to claim a hold on you.

Price sits next to you on the bed. wrapping an arm around your shouldera, pulling you into his side, " You did great, love, we'll take it from here. Get some rest" he whipsers, careful not to wake the sleeping babies. He presses a kiss to you forehead and you lay your head down on his shoulder.

Finally allowing yourself to sleep. watching as the men coo over the new pups, placing bets on whos next and saying how'll be the next to have children.

translations:

¿Cariño?¿Puedes abrir la puerta? - Sweetheart? Can you open the door?

sí, sólo dinos qué pasa - yes, just tell us what's happening

Estás bien, estás bien, estamos aquí, está bien - You're ok, you're ok, we're here, you're ok

mi amor - my love

te trajecomida, vamos, come - i brought food, come on, eat

Alegrías de Amaranto- Mexican candy made from amaranth seeds and honey or sugar

Licuados - Latin American drink made with milk, fruit and ice

Hermano - Brother

Könnte ich sein - Could be me

[jaystephevents]

JaySteph Halloween

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[soaps-mohawk]

hello! I know you've sort of answered this before, because I remember you saying that since it's a poly fic, everyone is with everyone. Does that mean we'll see more into the relationships between Ghost and Gaz, Johnny and John, and even Ghost and John in the future? I'm curious about how the dynamic in these relationships is, since we've seen Ghost x Soap and John x Gaz so far. I hope you're having a great day and thank you in advance 💗

Hi anon!!

Yes!! This fic is going to turn into basically an everyone x everyone fic lol. Ghost and Gaz, Ghost and John, John and Johnny, Johnny and Gaz, Ghost and Johnny, Price and Gaz, everybody's gonna get some relationship goodness lol.

Yeah, it's just kind of been the nature of the plot that we've kind of only gotten Ghoap and PriceGaz (and a little GazSoap) so far. Things are gonna be sort of Price (and Gaz) centric for a minute, but then we'll get ample time with the rest of them. I kind of wanted to get reader settled and into her dynamic with everyone before I started to explore the others a bit more. As of Chapter 11, reader's only been with them for almost five weeks so that's not a whole lot of time to really get to know them and sort of figure out your own place plus everyone else's. So as reader gets through her heat here and the claiming and figuring out where she belongs in the dynamic of the pack, we'll start to see these other relationships and their dynamics as well.

[freshiegayboi]

HERES THE DEAL

if you go to this post here it will explain things: https://www.tumblr.com/absurdmageart/734536181612724224/my-kofi-link-httpsko-ficomabsurdmageart?source=share

here's my contribution

for every ten dollars donated to @absurdmageart (and i WILL be keeping track!) one of these fics will be updated! it may take a little bit, but ALL of them will be updated as they are funded, people who donate 10 dollars or more feel free to mention which fic youd like updated, or send me a message saying which, if any! if not it'll just be in order. that's on top of the art you'd be getting from Mage!

this is NOT for me

this is for Mage, who hasnt deserved the shit they've dealt with this year

lets help them out!

under the cut is a synopsis and link to all the fics on the bingo, have fun! (also i will be doubling up on fics, no worries lol)

hearing the mission bell - Mutt/Reader fic where Mutt has a daughter who is kidnapped

so many snacks, so little time - Gaster is a Symbiote fic, also Gaster/Reader

A Golden Sword - Medieval Bad Sans Poly fic, Cross centric

Bits and Pieces - Serial killer/Crime novelist Kedgeup fic

If I had You - Ghost!Reader/Underfell Bros fic

Safe House - Red is rescued from a forced prostitution ring

Giving Your Cards Away - Little!Slim with Caregiver!Edge and Spicymaple

The Reset Fallacy - Undertale bros become Underfell bros the fic

Downplaying Fear - Gaster harem/Reader

Turning Out - Spicyhoney Pokemon crossover

Blank Shot - Spicykustard+Mapleketchup philanthropist/hitman AU

Subjugation - Edge/Reader fluff fic

Imperial - Cherryblossom medieval fic

Sloppy Seconds - Angsty Spicyhoney fic

Carry Me - Horrorfell bros/Reader fic

Harried and Torn - Spicykustardpuff the fic

Garish - Swapfell bros/Reader hurt/comfort

Disconcerted - Kedgeup teacher AU

Fish in the Sea - Purple Swapfell Bros/Reader the fic

Sparks and Wires - Spicyhoney Android!Honey AU

[flightfoot]

So, that one ask about Luka got me curious: Do you have fic recs for Luka being an actual, fleshed out person? I know you read a lot of fic and you mentioned it specifically, so I thought you might? I'd be interested in really getting into his head. Bonus points if there's Lukagami involved (since that's my preference), but stuff about Wishmaker or Desperada or any other episode were he was particularly relevant should be the most interesting? Or Couffaine/Jagged family stuff. If you do, thanks!

Sorry it took me nearly a week to answer this, but there was a fanfic one my radar I needed to read first, since I suspected it would be perfect for this list. And I was right!

In The Shadows by @19thsentry-blog is the best Luka fic I've ever read. I just finished binging it today, and am looking forward to reading its sequels!

On one side is Luka, 140-year-old Snake Miraculous holder and keeper of the Guardian's secrets, on the other is Marinette Dupain-Cheng, a relatively newly minted hero of Paris and Guardian of the Miracle Box. Each is looking to fulfill their promises to their now gone mentors to reunite the Kwamis and keep them safe. Sounds simple--until you throw in a rocky start, the Atlantic Ocean, Félix Graham de Vanily, and a whole host of secrets…and suddenly simple becomes complicated (story of Marinette's life, right?).

Yes, this is a Lukanette fic. I don't normally read those since I've had enough bad experiences during my early days in this fandom (particularly while season 3 was airing) with Adrien, Alya, the class, etc getting demonized in those sorts of fics, that it put me off of the pairing as a whole, even though the pairing itself is fine (I happily read poly fics that include Lukanette so long as Adrien's in there too, since those have historically been pretty nice to all the characters).

This one I decided to take a chance on, since I read one of 19thsentry's more recent works (See This Chance, a FeLuka fic where Luka's a ghost, it's under 4000 words so if you want something bite-sized it's a good read), was impressed, and decided to give "In the Shadows" a shot since it had an interesting premise and the sequels sounded like they were nice to Adrien and Alya, with the second fic featuring Alya as Scarabella and the third fic going into Adrien adjusting to adult life post Hawkmoth-defeat.

I wasn't disappointed. I adore how fair it was to all of the characters, From Luka to Adrien to Marinette to Felix, and even though it's tagged as having slight Master Fu bashing, it's fair to him as well. Felix received some of the most interesting characterization in fact. He's not exactly the greatest guy, and he's not super well-liked for good reason, but he is intriguing and I found myself enjoying watching his machinations, as well as him very obviously getting a crush on Viperion that he resolutely tried to ignore. 19thSentry's love for FeLuka shown through here quite a bit.

Luka's a little different since he has a very different backstory in this fic than in canon, but he's still recognizably himself. We get to see a lot of his thoughts, feelings, concerns, and baggage, and while his feelings for Marinette are an important part of the fic, they're not the driving force behind his entire character, he's got a lot of other things going on.

Honestly even if you're normally put off by Lukanette, I'd still recommend this fic, just for the plot and characterization alone, it's really solid and deserves FAR more attention than it's gotten.

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Now as for other Luka fics, ones that build out his characterization while still being recognizably him, I'd be remiss if I didn't bring up this next fic, though it's not Luka-centric by any stretch of the imagination.

one does not love breathing by @wackus-bonkus-maximus

All of Paris watched as Hawkmoth murdered Chat Noir, taking the Black Cat Miraculous for himself. Ladybug swears revenge, but her enemy—and every miraculous in his possession—disappear without a trace.

Six years later, a new team of villains launches an attack for the last remaining Miraculous: Volpina, armed with new powers; Queen Bee, with questionable loyalty; Argos, the new holder of the Peacock Miraculous; and Cat Walker, who Ladybug hates the most.

Takes place after S4 - Strike Back.

I adore this fic for so many reasons, but as far as Luka goes, this is the fic that gave me the best insight into why Luka might have lied to Ladybug in Wishmaker about not discovering hers and Chat's identities, and didn't bring up that he knew them in Ephemeral, when it was relevant. One of my biggest issues with Luka has been my inability to get into his head, to see what he could reasonably have been thinking and feeling that makes his actions and characterization in the show make sense. Wackus delivered here, really showcasing what he might have been thinking in those cases, with Luka not wanting to rock the boat, afraid of causing harm, until a catalyst came along and spurred him to action. Luka's characterization in one does not love breathing may not be the focus of the fic, but it's one of the parts of it that stands out the most for how unique and exceptional it is.

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When Feelings Are Too Big For Words by ClockworkCaptain

When Luka takes a gig playing for a drag show he's falls hard and fast for the drag queen Buttercup who uses her performances to work through her own emotions. Meanwhile Adrien's been using drag to work through his own emotions and thinks maybe Luka coming back into his life and showing interest might mean a second chance.

Made for @mlsecretsanta 2022

I greatly enjoyed this one-shot, seeing Luka's feelings about "Buttercup", and him getting to know Adrien a bit better. It's a fun read!

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Come Take My Hand by @carelisswriting

Luka heard his soulmate for the first time when he was ten. All he knows about her is that she likes fencing. It's just a coincidence that Kagami likes fencing, right?

(Lukagami Soulmate AU, written for the Miraculous Ladybug Secret Santa Exchange!)

You specifically mentioned liking Lukagami, so I recommend giving this one-shot a shot! I loved seeing Luka figure out that Kagami was his soulmate especially, with Kagami having figured it out first.

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Forced Perspective by @emmalylis

A bodyswap akuma hits Ryūko and Viperion, then promptly vanishes. While Ladybug and Chat Noir track down the akuma, Luka and Kagami must live each other’s lives. Along the way, they discover some things about each other.

Another Lukagami one-shot here that I think you might enjoy! They both have to live with each other's families, which is interesting.

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Transparency by kopycat_101

Luka and Juleka come out of the closet.

(An apparently very thin, very transparent closet, but a closet nonetheless.)

A story about two siblings, the complications of family, standing strong in the face of hardship, bonding, and supporting one another no matter what life throws at you. Told in three parts/three days.

You asked for some Couffaine family stuff, and this is some of the best I've seen, with it mostly focusing on Luka's, Juleka's, and Anarka's family dynamic. Jagged isn't their father in this, partially because it wasn't revealed as canon yet, and partially because the author didn't feel like using that (at the time) popular headcanon.

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I hope these help satisfy your craving anon!

[kermit-coded]

Tiny Tangerine Speckles Painted In Your Eyes (1771 words) by kermit_coded Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: One Piece (Live Action TV 2023), One Piece (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Monkey D. Luffy & Nami & Roronoa Zoro & Usopp & Vinsmoke Sanji, Bell-mère & Nami & Nojiko, Arlong & Nami (One Piece) Characters: Monkey D. Luffy, Nami (One Piece), Roronoa Zoro, Usopp (One Piece), Vinsmoke Sanji, Bell-mère (One Piece) (mentioned), Nojiko (One Piece) (Mentioned), Arlong (One Piece) (mentioned) Additional Tags: Post-Arlong Park Arc (One Piece), Post-Season/Series 01, Nami-centric (One Piece), POV Nami (One Piece), Threats of Rape/Non-Con, Canonical Child Abuse, Creepy Arlong (One Piece), Healing, Hurt/Comfort, Luffy Being Luffy, Protective Monkey D. Luffy, Protective Roronoa Zoro, Past Child Abuse, Past Character Death, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Friendship/Love, Caring Vinsmoke Sanji, Protective Vinsmoke Sanji, Everyone Needs A Hug, i made arlong worse but only a little bit, Gen or Pre-Slash, could be read as, Pre-Poly, in my mind the straw hats are all one big polycule, with the exception of usopp who only has eyes for kaya, Self-Esteem Issues, Guilt Series: Part 2 of yo ho ho (one piece fics) Summary: Nami and all her ghosts.

[anotherghoul666]

Follower influx and some clarifications

Holy shit guys, I leave for a couple days for an intensive BDSM workshop / play party getaway and I come back with a follower count that's almost doubled???? What the fuck happened here?! XD

I think this is tied with the Sleep Token band primer I wrote last week? Cause that post blew up way more than my usual stuff does. Which means at least some of my new followers (after I'll go do a deep clean for the damned porn bots) decided to follow me for intelligent, instructive Sleep Token and/or music related content. For yall's sake, and so your dashboards may not be flooded by shit you have not signed up for:

Hi, new people! Thanks for your interest! Reminder than this is a Ghost blog primarily. There will be some Sleep Token or other bands I'm into sprinkled in, and some general aesthetic stuff, but by and large, this space of mine is Ghost-fandom centric.

My blog is a NSFW blog. If you stay here, you will come across:

shipping. This is a fanworks-centric blog. Most of what I reblog are fanart and fanfics and fan artists supporting each other's work.

kink and BDSM. I am a lifestyler, I consume and produce kink content!

queer content, I consume and produce gay content, queer stuff, poly ships, etc.

I AM BUCKWILD FERAL HORNY and I will not tone myself down. In the tags, in my posts, in my writing, etc. If you say here you will see naked characters doing some wild filthy shit and you gotta want that.

education, in terms of kink / BDSM, poly / open relationships, queerness of gender and orientation, etc. If you are not open for that, or you expect some well thought out music education, this happens once in a blue moon, and you'll see a thousand posts about dicks before you see another band primer like you followed me for.

You are responsible for your own tumblr / internet experience. If any of this is not your jam, please kindly unfollow me and preserve yourself, because I will not change my ways for new followers who didn't read the small text under the contract and followed me for content that is not my typical jam. Consider yourselves warned.

If you are down for all that, then welcome into my little mad corner of the world! ❤️❤️❤️ I hope you enjoy your stay!

New fic drop at the end of the week; New leather pics coming in the next days too ideally.

Stay horny, stay creative, keep educating yourselves, love yall!!

[cod-dump]

Soap: One time I was making out with Ghost and at one point it felt like he was trying to eat my face

Gaz: He likes to bite

Soap: I- *stares*

Gaz: … what?

Soap, firmly: Have you kissed him before?

Gaz: Who hasn’t kissed Ghost?

Soap: *gasps*

Gaz: Don’t act surprised! He made out with Alejandro last time we were in Las Almas

Soap: IS THAT WHAT THEY WERE DOING?!

Price, passing by: You’re not very observant, are you sergeant?

[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

Ghost Soldiers

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50615668 by Anonymous Gwen Stacy falls into a different reality where the Avengers are nice people, Peter Parker was Spiderman and died in the snap, and the super soldiers are interested in her? Half inspired by another fic, and the other half wanting the Duo to really tame a brat. ‘Have you ever put your face up to one of those old dummy thick TVs? The ones that let out the static and make your hair stand on end? Yeah, ok so imagine that feeling but like all over your body’. Gwen had been falling in this strange void for what felt like days, there wasn’t even a sensation of falling anymore, just existing, in an unmovable place. Thank god time didn’t seem to pass here because her phone games were the only thing keep her sane. She was sitting in a lounge position with her mask down playing solitaire. Definitely living the dream. Her surroundings were basically a purple swirling void with random flashes of color, pretty amazing in theory, but yeah, after 5 minutes, gets kind of old. Words: 723, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Avengers (Comics), Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Gwen (Comics), Captain America - All Media Types, Winter Soldier (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi Characters: Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, Gwen Stacy | Spider-Gwen, Peter Parker, Wade Wilson, Matt Murdock, James "Bucky" Barnes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Pepper Potts Relationships: Steve Rogers/Gwen Stacy, Gwen Stacy & Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Avengers Team Members & Gwen Stacy | Spider-Gwen, Peter Parker & Tony Stark Additional Tags: Spider-Man Identity Reveal, Gwen Stacy | Spider-Gwen-centric, Hurt Gwen Stacy | Spider-Gwen, Fluff and Smut, Angst and Feels, Snark, Bisexual Gwen Stacy | Spider-Gwen, Gwen Stacy | Spider-Gwen is a Brat, Awesome Gwen Stacy | Spider-Gwen, Peter Parker Acts Like a Spider, Avengers Family, Dead Peter Parker, Polyamory, All The Ships, Kinky, Kink Discovery, Deadpool being Deadpool, Typical Deadpool Violence, Not Beta Read, My First AO3 Post, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Meme Lord Peter Parker, Companionable Snark, Everyone Is Poly Because Avengers read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/50615668

[kinetic-elaboration]

December 31: WIPs and Ideas I'm Taking Into 2023

As the year is ending, I am considering what writing projects I will try to complete next year. Will 2023 be the year I finish my WIPs? Will it at least be the year I let go of WIPs I don't care about? We'll see.

Here are (most of) my current projects and ideas--T100 only because I don't feel brave enough to even address Star Trek or other fandoms. Let's see where I am at the end of 2023.

devil's gonna get me one of these days: Southern Gothic AU; ensemble and multi-pairing; vampires, ghosts, and secrets

Troped Madness Horror Round: Harper-centric, epistolary/found footage-y

Talk About Timing in Times Like These: Bellarke, Modern AU, exes to lovers, heavy on the bitterness

And They Lived: aka the Ark Sleeping Beauty AU, Bellarke with a lot of other stuff going on

A Watch With No Hands: parts 3 and 4, the continuation of my 2019 Bellarke Big Bang, Grounder Clarke, Arker Bellamy, canon divergence

The Poly Fic: endgame Bravenlarke, modern AU, what it says on the tin

Can't Be King of the World: aka my long (long) percolating Ark AU, ensemble and multi-pairing with a lot of Wells

Sky Village: canon-divergence with rare pairs, independent delinquent village feels

Blake Siblings Summer AU: ...this is a Pete & Pete AU, if I'm brave enough to write it

Slow Summer Vibes: one step up from a PWP, Bellarke in the heat of summer

Under the Western Stars: more Bellarke modern AU angst nonsense

Kiss the Ring: canon-divergent Becho, in which they are both brutal, ruthless leaders

Jonty Dual Timeline: part modern AU, part canon-divergence, heavily S3 inspired

Sequel to How I'll Spend Through Winter: more Bellarke UST and longing, this time in high school, some Princess Mechanic

Bellarke Bingo Love Potion: Bellamy runs an antique store. Clarke takes a love potion. There's magic involved.

Dawson's Creek AU: endgame Bellarke and Murven, and in the meantime, a faithful AU for no reason at all

Documentary History of the U.S.S.S Arkadia: expanded version of my Braven fic of the same name

Reality Bites AU: as it says; Bellarke

Dollhouse AU: also as it says, ensemble/Bellarke, Bellamy as Echo and Clarke as Ballard...sort of

autumnverse fic: eternal-autumn type universe with ghosts!

oh well you've got me under your spell: an old Bellarke HS AU I always wanted to continue

Bellarke Bingo Blast: trope-heavy Bellarke friends to lovers; embarrassing how many modern AUs are on this list

South: Murven road trip that I started ages ago and might continue?

Everyone Gets Married: mostly Jonty with some Bellarke, sappy romance stuff and perhaps some talk about the concept of marriage

Bellarke Beat AU: this is from 2016, enough said

Maya & Octavia Troped: canon-divergence, post S2

Miller/Bryan Troped: canon-divergence, sometime in S3; more a universe than a plot but like an exes thing

Bellarke Invents Soulmates: triple-timeline, reincarnation and soulmates (former Troped round)

Miller/Bellamy Road Trip: but also they're on the run from the law, danger and UST

T100 + 3% Fusion: Princess Mechanic; 3%-like plot but in T100's universe

Fantasy Heist: delinquents on a magical hunt to save one of their own, still working out the kinks on the universe. And the plot (former Troped round)

Kane/Luna Ark AU: exes and magic and hints of political intrigue perhaps; horror

Slasher: half-baked old Troped Horror idea, heavy on the tropes, and I suppose on the bloodshed

Camping Trip Meta Horror: some horror tropes in the woods

Tropical Horror: something about this island isn't right

Troped Horror 2022: the fic I didn't finish because I thought it was going in a bad direction. Only hints: another slasher, Octavia-centric

Party Fic: Indulgent, stylized, multi-pairing HS AU

Modern Band AU: Bellarke and other pairings, rival bands, minor genre/form experimentation

...I didn't specify but some of these are one-shots and some multi-chapters and if a multi-chap isn't started, I can only promise to start, not finish it in 2023

[leggerefiore]

Morning Dove

more god Emmet because he will not leave my brain.

cw: character death (they get revived!), villain emmet, a bit Yan if you're looking for it, blood, poly implied

Pairing: Ingo/Reader, Emmet/Reader (both of these are more background because it's Emmet though centric)

~

It was joyful.

His precious brother stared at him with unknowing eyes, but allowed Emmet to embrace him tightly. The younger twin sobbed pitifully into his older brother strange new shirt. He cried his name over and over and over again.

Ingo never said his.

It was painful.

He didn't remember him. Emmet was a faint idea; a concept at most. A misplaced memory in which Ingo's own face was placed over whomever he spoke with. Emmet swallowed the stone in his throat and croaked out that Ingo was his twin brother.

Ingo's silvery eyes did not show any signs of recollection. Emmet sobbed. Ingo apologised, but it made no difference. Would this world just continue to take and take from him until there was nothing left to give? Emmet could not take much more.

His heart had already shattered when a passenger from Sinnoh informed him of it.

It lied in a museum dedicated to the Hisuian period of Sinnoh.

It stood before him as a dark reminder. Pressed onto a wax model identical to him was his brother's Subway Boss's coat. Emmet breath froze in his lungs, heavy and toxic. No. Ingo couldn't be. Ingo was fine.

Ingo had to be fine.

His older brother was alright, he could feel it.

Their connection was no lie.

Emmet has perhaps a tad too demanding that Ghetsis focus on his pet project, but the younger twin had given up taking risks.

He wanted his brother.

He wanted him before something terrible happened to him.

Emmet always got what he wanted.

He had not begun working with the despicable team of his own whim or fancy. No, Emmet was searching for his brother. His brother was in a time for from their own, so he must carve a path in order for him to return. Ghetsis was disgusting; Emmet hated him, but Emmet also loved his brother. His precious partner was sad, too. Verrry upset. Reclusing into their shared apartment with his brother's Excadrill, they never seemed happy any more. Emmet could not bare this any longer.

He acted in what he believed would be best.

Desperate.

He was so verrrrry desperate.

Your tears staining his white button down, the black cap upon his head a heavy reminder of everything. Emmet would never give up, not when it would make you smile.

Ingo might not recognise him, but he could work with that! He just needed to remind his older brother of who he was.

Yet, his promise to Volo needed to be fulfilled. The grey eyes of the blond merchant burned the very depths of his soul. Emmet would finish this. Volo would take him and his brother home after this deity he chased was obtained.

Emmet stood with him as he stared down the girl across from them. Her sable strands blowing in the wind. Her team was easily defeated by the mixture of their combined teams and skills. Emmet felt awful, but he needed to get home. This was the price he had to pay in order to safely return his brother to their destination.

A portal opened from behind Volo as a terrifying beast flew out with a shrill cry. Its crimson eyes trained on her as Volo gave a single command.

“Giratina! Strike her down!”

She screamed and curled into herself. Emmet felt himself falter. The pieces of his old self breaking through the swirling darkness that had clouded his mind. She was a child. What was he doing? He stepped forward, ready to toss out his brother's Chandelure and stop this all. It was too late, however. All the gears in this system turned perfectly in sync to the cold fate that swirled like the thin air and snow around them.

Ingo seemingly fell from the sky and rushed to shove the girl out of the way, pupils shrunken impossibly so. Emmet threw out Chandelure to stop the attack, panic, and terror striking his bones with their sharp teeth. He screamed for the ghost-type to stop Giratina.

Life truly sought to claim all that he had and leave him with scraps.

His brother fell to the ground, coat tattered as it was in the museum in Sinnoh, blood gushing freely as he yelled out in pain. Akari rushed to his side, grabbing him and crying for the injured Warden. Chandelure shrieked, recognising their trainer, as Emmet dashed to his brother. Falling to his knees, he could only stare as his blood pooled beneath him, too quickly to stop. Ingo stared at him. A shaky breath was taken.

“… I'm dis-disappointed in you – you, Emmet,” he spoke with an unsteady tone, the clearness he held in Unova barely audible once more, “You're be-better than this… Sto-stop this madness.” His bare hand reached up for Emmet's own. He gave his brother it, glove preventing true skin on skin contact.

Ingo was disappointed in him.

He messed up.

He failed.

A distant summer afternoon saw the two sitting under a tree after they obtained their sixth gym badge together as partners. There was no Ingo without Emmet; no Emmet without Ingo. He pet his Eelektrik while Ingo's Lampent sang a cheerful song. The sun was warm on their skin, leading to the older twin to scold the younger to put on sunscreen. Emmet just blew a raspberry at his nagging brother.

“Let's become twin champions together!” Emmet smiled at his brother, “I want to be strong with you! I want the whole world to fear us!”

“… I want to live quietly, and I want to help others…” Ingo sighed, sneaking his Lampent a berry, “I want to work with trains. Maybe… We could become revered and have people challenge us at our train station!”

“What train station? Everyone knows it's champions that are feared! Brother!” the younger retaliated.

“The Gear Station, Emmet. Let's work there!” the older, smiled softly at his younger twin, “We can be—uh – Subway Bosses! Together! Then we can help others!”

Emmet didn't want to tell his older brother that it sounded lame, but the idea of working with their beloved trains did interest him. Battling on said trains? That sound verrrry fun! He shook his brother's hand. Helping others sounded nice, too. Emmet loved making people smile and laugh.

It would work out.

Their connection was dead. Emmet was empty.

The girl flinched as he demanded the plates.

Volo lied unconscious on the stone floor of the temple, Chandelure seeing to it that the man responsible for Ingo's death be restrained for whatever punishment Emmet deemed best. He would fix this. Everyone was so scared and so sad. Emmet would make them happy.

Everyone would be happy.

You would get Ingo back, Emmet would have his closest people smiling again.

Ingo would be fine; Ingo would be safe.

Emmet would make him a Subway Boss again.

“Give me the plates, Akari,” Emmet cooed, a smile wider than it should be and his eyes lidded to block any shine in his eyes, “I won't do anything bad! I will make everyone verrrry happy! You, too.” She shook her head and backed away again. Stubborn. He understood. The younger twin had quite literally stood back while Volo sought to kill her. He hummed. It was cruel, but he was out of plays. “Chandelure. Hypnosis.” She tried to look away and cover her eyes, but it was impossible to resist the powers of the luring pokemon.

Emmet felt bad. There was nothing more he could do except take back what had been stolen from him. Akari would be happy. He heard about her disappearance while he had been in Sinnoh, a blond boy frantically searching for her, crying that his best friend had suddenly vanished one night. He would have her back. All of Ingo's friends from Hisui could join them. That short clan leader, the strong red-head, even that annoying purple-haired Warden. Emmet would make everyone smile.

“Give me the plates,” he repeated. She placed them in his grip one by one. All eighteen plates were soon in his possession. He recalled what Volo had planned to do to make the deity's power his own.

Well, now it would be Emmet's.

He would use it better than Volo could have ever hoped to.

A bright light soared from the heavens, and Emmet's grin hurt to smile. Splits came in his lips and small swells of blood blossomed.

The bright light consumes all.

Emmet absorbs it all, his form twisting and pulsing to accommodate all in which he now inherits. His human body his burn away and replaced by something that can handle such infinity. It is nearly identical to his old body, yet so incomprehensibly different.

The light fades, so does the world around it.

The curtain rises.

He's in Nimbasa again, as if he never had left.

The office is as he could always remember, tidied from Ingo's constant nagging. His older twin sits at his desk, scribbling away at some paperwork. All is calm. Emmet's eye move to a picture on his brother's desk. He and Ingo stand side by side in suits with you with a cake towering behind you. It's train themed. Wedding. Ingo's scribbling stops as he turns to Emmet curiously.

“What are you doing? There's always some work to be done, get on it,” Ingo chides him and shakes his head. Emmet smiles.

“Marriage~ I'm verrrry happy! I love our partner sooo much! Aren't they the cutest?” Emmet giggles, holding up the picture frame. His utopia, here at last! He hugs Ingo tightly. He's warm; he's alive. Ingo flusters for a moment, confused by the sudden affection from his brother. The older twin hugs the younger, too. They pull away, and Emmet places the photo back down.

“Our anniversary is coming up… Perhaps we should take a trip… I recall them mentioning that they had never been on a sleeper train…” Ingo mumbles before returning to his paperwork. Diligent, as always, Emmet coos internally.

“Yep! Good idea! Let's do it!” he grins, going back to his own desk.

Everything was perfect.

[charlizekkelly]

bikes & blood; chapter V.

{poly!lost boys x oc}

word count: 2448 rating: explicit chapter warnings: swearing, Marko and Paul centric with a side of the other boys, insensitive comments on appearances bikes & blood masterlist

tag list(feel free to leave a comment if you want to be added to the list <3) : @henhouse-horrors

"𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐫𝐢𝐣𝐠𝐞𝐫."

*

Clouds filled the inky depths of the sky. The fleeting glimpses of the stars disturbed only by that of another cloud; plunging the soft twinkling stars into the darkness of the night. The harshness of the boardwalk lights brightened the crisp whiteness of Amara's shoes and the dress shirt she used as a makeshift jacket. The warm air of the night brushing against the skin of her stomach, almost like a gentle caress. The simple black, cropped tank top and baggy, ripped skater jeans appeared to be the wisest of Amara's choices tonight.

Amara's dark curls cascaded down her back in soft, gentle waves as a stray curl fell in front of her face. A huff of annoyance slipped past her lips as Amara brushed the curl behind her ear. Fawn-brown eyes darting from person to person who went about their night on the wooden boardwalk. A summer's breeze blew the salt-riddled air across the wooden planks of the boardwalk, ruffling Amara's hair as it ghosted across the sky.

Amara's nose scrunched up as the smell reached her nose. The saltiness intermingling with something else—something foul. The dank, almost dead smell mixing with the salt and smells of the boardwalk as seamlessly as water skittered down a riverbed. Footsteps echoed upon the wooden planks as Amara turned her head away from the passersby and towards the familiar dirty-blonde haired biker that wove through the people on the boardwalk with ease.

Unlike Marko, Paul's stride was filled with an endless energy that resonated off of him in waves. His bright, cheeky grin and playful, Atlantic-blue eyes dared you to not smile within his presence. Amara's eyebrows lifted with a silent question as he came closer. His white pants, black mesh shirt and charcoal-black suit jacket remained unchanged from the night before. Paul peered down at Amara, board and yet chiselled features riddled with mirth. Fighting the urge to fidget as excitement skittered off of Paul like lightning striking the earth—his silver skull conjoined with a dagger earring glinted in the neon lights, swinging gently in the wind from his left ear. But like Marko, Paul pipped Amara's height and Marko's by an inch or two as the five-foot-nine blonde fought the urge to rock on the balls of his feet.

"When you said you'd find me. I didn't think it would be this fast." Amara mused. Paul's grin seemed to grow as he draped his arm across her shoulders and began leading Amara towards the Ferris wheel.

"You made it quite easy, chika." Paul glanced down at her before returning his attention to the people on the boardwalk. "Easy enough that you took the fun out of finding you."

Amara shook her head with amusement as she let Paul lead her through the ever-busy boardwalk. Stares, much like the ones that were thrown Marko's way, were thrown at Paul. Whispers and taunts nipped at the heels of their feet as they passed by the braver boardwalk goers. Amara peered up at Paul with a slight crease across her forehead. Her mind turning as she tried to figure out who was older out of Paul and Marko. Paul seemed to be the youngest of the two blondes by a year or two, purely because of his personality, but Amara's intuition told her that he was the oldest.

"So, Paul. How long have you lived in Santa Carla?" Amara's pace never faltered as the pair wove through the busier part of the boardwalk. Paul's attention drawn towards Amara for a couple of seconds as they slipped past the ever-growing line of the carousel.

"I grew up in Santa Carla. Born, raised and I'll probably die here too." He snickered, as though dying to him was amusing. "How about you, new girl? You couldn't have been here very long if Marko offered you a tour of Santa Carla."

"I haven't. I moved here three days ago. This is my third night on the boardwalk."

"And your father isn't concerned that you're spending your nights on the boardwalk?" Paul paused as the Ferris wheel loomed above their heads, people pushing past as they lined up beneath the neon-lit ride.

"No more than any other parent would."

Paul nodded his head slowly, as though letting that piece of information sink in. His sky-blue eyes lighting up as his gaze came to rest upon the bikers beside the Ferris wheel. His pace quickened as he led Amara through the line beneath the Ferris wheel, murmurs of disapproval brushing past their ears. Marko's beaming face came into view as soon as they made it through the chattering crowd. The two nameless bikers followed the smaller blonde's gaze as Marko quickly got off of his bike and made his way over to the approaching duo.

"I was worried that Paul wouldn't find you," Marko said, pushing Paul's arm off of Amara's shoulders as he pulled her into a quick friendly hug.

Amara frowned at the smaller blonde. "Why wouldn't he?"

"He has a slight tendency to get too distracted."

"I'm not that bad," Paul muttered, his brow coming together as his eyes narrowed with annoyance.

Marko chuckled, patting the dirty-blonde haired bikers' shoulder playfully. "You're not, but your reaction is worth it."

Paul scoffed as he playfully shoved Marko's shoulder with his hand; the two reminding Amara of siblings that revelled in the other's annoyance and frustration. Marko's laugh rang out across the boardwalk as he fluidly moved out of Paul's reach. The taller blonde huffing with frustration as his fingers ghosted across the patches of Marko's jacket. Amara shook her head at their antics, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Marko grinned from ear-to-ear as he slinked around Paul and lazily slung his arm across Amara's shoulder, leading her over towards the two nameless bikers.

"You coming, Paul?" Marko called out over his shoulder, grinning wickedly as Paul's mumbled insult reached his ears.

Paul caught up to the duo as Marko stopped in front of their bikes and the two bikers that watched the people on the boardwalk with cool interest. The two nameless bikers eyed the two blondes and Amara carefully—noting every little movement Amara made without so much as moving from their places upon their bikes. Marko blew out a breath of frustration as the two bikers remained silent, the platinum blonde lifting his eyebrows as though taunting Marko.

Marko sighed as he angled his head in a way that displayed his annoyance. "Amara, meet David and Dwayne." He smirked as he eyed the two, Amara's brows coming together with confusion as he continued. "The one that looks like an albino is David and the one that looks like Pocahontas is Dwayne."

Paul's poorly concealed laugh met Amara's ears as her eyes widened in shock. Amara threw a fleeting glance towards David and Dwayne, grimacing as the two levelled Marko with a simmering, unimpressed stare.

"You've done it this time," Paul muttered beneath his breath as he walked over to his bike and sat down on it.

"Something tells me that you should be a little less smug, Marko," Amara uttered, eyeing the two silent bikers warily.

Marko glanced down at Amara with his eyebrows raised, a faint crease etched into his forehead as he looked back towards the simmering platinum-blonde and brunette. "And why is that?"

Amara looked at him with wide eyes, wondering if he had truly lost his mind or merely had a death wish. "Do you want my answer?"

"What's the worst that could happen?"

"For starters, maybe it's the fact that they both look like they want to murder you."

"Anything else?"

Amara blinked twice, stunned by his offhandedness. "I don't know about you, but I'm pretty sure you can't call people Pocahontas or an albino without any consequences."

"But—"

Amara sighed as she rubbed her face with her hand. "If you say that he looks like Pocahontas. I will hit you."

Paul tipped his head back and laughed as Marko stared down at Amara with surprise. A deep, diverted laugh rumbled from Dwayne's bare chest. His umber-brown eyes glinting with satisfaction as he laughed at Marko's expense, his olive skin resembling that of an almond beneath the neon lights of the boardwalk. Dark-washed jeans clung to his muscular thighs, a cheetah etched into the right sleeve of his black denim jacket, a wolf-tooth earring hung from his left ear and tied with the assortment of bracelets around his wrists seamlessly.

"Pocahontas or not. I will smack you upside the back of your head." Dwayne assured, smiling tauntingly at the small blonde boy.

Marko scoffed, crossing his arms across his chest as the ebony-haired biker stood from his bike. Amara arched an eyebrow doubtfully as Marko's frame became dwarfed by the brunette's six-foot build. Amara inched towards Paul as the dark-haired biker crossed the small space between Marko and their bikes with ease, draping his arm across the blonde's patchwork jacket with a wolfish grin across his face.

The platinum blonde watched on with cool amusement, cigarette held within a gloved hand as his glacier-blue eyes darted from person to person—studying them as though he'd find all the answers he needed within the people that occupied the boardwalk. The platinum-blonde hair that Marko had jokingly called albino was styled into that of a spiky mullet; something Amara had only ever seen within a select few eighties movies that her father had lying around the place. Decked out in all black from his boots, leather pants, t-shirt and trench coat—he radiated an air of intimidation.

An air of intimidation that demanded your attention; whether it was out of fear or respect for the glacier-blue eyed biker with the black feather earring.

"For the runt of the litter. You'd think calling me an albino wouldn't have crossed your mind." David drawled coolly from his bike.

"I'm not the runt," Marko grumbled as he ducked out from beneath Dwayne's arm.

David hummed mockingly, quirking his brow as though daring Marko to disagree with him. Paul's eyes glinted with mischief as he watched Marko evade Dwayne and come to stand beside Amara. Releasing a breath of relief as Marko led Amara over towards his bike; side-eyeing David and Dwayne as he swung his leg over his bike. A frown crept across Amara's face as the feeling that came with being watched spread across her.

Focus drawn away from the four bikers and towards the sets of eyes that watched her from the doorway of the comic book store. The mouse-brown haired twins that Amara had seen countless times before held her stare from across the boardwalk. The dark-haired twin's eyes peered over Amara's shoulder and towards the four bikers that sat on their respective bikes. The light-haired twin's gaze entrapped upon her own as he studied Amara intently—almost like he didn't believe it was her.

David's cool-blue eyes skittered across the people on the boardwalk until they came to rest upon the twins, his eyes narrowing in displeasure as he noted the sign above the store. "Is there a problem, Amara?" He asked.

Amara peered back over her shoulder at the platinum blonde. Shaking her head quickly as Amara looked back over to where the twins stood in the open doorway of the comic book store. "No. I think they're my uncle's, friends' sons."

A frown grew across David's face as he tilted his head faintly, eyeing the brown-haired girl with interest. "How does your uncle know the Frog's?"

"My dad and uncle used to live here."

David's glacier-blue eyes filled with keen interest as he schooled his face into a mask of nonchalance. "What did you say your last name was?"

Amara turned away from the two mousy-brown haired twins and crossed the wooden boardwalk to where Marko sat on his bike. The blonde's signature Cheshire-like grin etched into place as he offered his hand out for her to take—helping Amara get onto the back of his bike smoother than she might have if she'd done it herself. Amara craned her neck to see over Marko's shoulder as she met David's eyes, the platinum-blonde's eyes simmering with an air of expectancy.

Amara smiled softly from behind Marko's shoulder, a gleam within her eyes as she held David's expectant stare. "I didn't."

Paul let out a low whistle with a smirk across his face. Starting his bike in sync with Marko as Dwayne started his bike seconds later. From the corner of her eye, Amara could see the impressed glint within Dwayne's umber-brown eyes and the grin he fought to suppress. Amara saw the way he looked in her direction and then back towards David. Marko bit his bottom lip to hide his grin, his hazel-brown eyes brimming with devilry as he looked anywhere but at David.

David held Amara's gaze for several tense moments. The ease with which Amara had side-stepped his question irked the platinum blonde. David shook his head, zeal rippling within the depths of his eyes as his cold, irked chuckle reached Amara's ears over the sound of their bikes engines. David's cool stare seared the skin of Amara's face as he started his bike and drove off down the steps, sand flicking up into the air as he sped off down the beach.

Dwayne's umber-brown eyes slid back to where Amara sat behind Marko, shaking his head with that same impressed gleam in his eyes. "You're brave for such a small krijger."

"You speak Dutch?" Amara said, her question sounding more like that of a statement to her ears.

A soft, almost unnoticeable smile lifted the corners of his mouth. "Amongst others." Dwayne spared Amara a last fleeting glance before he took off down the stairs and onto the beach.

Paul grinned in Amara's direction as he waggled his eyebrows excitedly, revving the engine of his bike once before he took off down the stairs with a howler of joy.

Marko chuckled with delight as he turned his head to peer over his shoulder at Amara. Revving the engine of his bike as he spoke over the loud rumble of the engine. "Hold on tight, angel."

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RAB fics I read this week(ish) (20-27 June)

The Missing Link by Keysie Just call Regulus "Regulus Lupin" lol. In the aftermath of war, everyone's trying to navigate the new terrain of relationships. Lily and James break up and Regulus asks James to help him become an animagus to cheer him up ♥

Good Old-Fashioned Loverboy by TakeSwimingLessons Regulus ran off to Uncle Alphard, him and Sirius are slowly making up, and James is all about pushing boundaries.

sneaking roses in your bed by wotcherremus ohohoohohOHOHOHOH I AM INTRIGUED. Regulus is a ghost. He lived and died in the fifties, doesn't remember much of his life but it's slowly coming back, and he likes hanging out with James. And ofc there's the unfinished business thing.

first footings by wheresmejumper I'm. It's cute, and then the last two chapters are !!!!*wild gestures*!!!! Screaming. Good screaming. Or: Regulus is hiding at the Potters' and they become friends and Vernon thinks they're poly :D

when you were mine by battlehamster a gem that needs no introduction

In The Shadows of Flashing Lights by ifyouwvntto BAND AU! Regulus is a little bitch! Pandora is etheral! James is fame hungry! Sirius would like to not interact with any of his family baby brother included thank you very much! And much more.

From Fire to Fire by greyeyedmonster18 Okay so this one is Sirius-centric but Regulus Is A Good Sibling and makes many appearances and they learn how to not be codependent, also all my love to James Potter and Harry and Lily; and like, Remus is good, great even as a character but if you have parents with high expectations you might get a little upset with him sometimes.

Oaths Kept & Oaths Broken by Trex_patronus Healer!Sirius my beloveds, and the realities of war as in, certain Healers might refuse to treat Death Eaters. Or how Sirius broke Regulus' brain by caring

Art Heist, Baby! by otrtbs ♥♥♥♥♥♥ be gay do crime rewrite my heart (let the future in) by secretpersona Regulus and PAndora my beloveds. And Soup!!!

The Marauders and the Chamber of Secrets by SilverShadow1 MArauders + Regulus + Lily reading CoS

Ogni Parte È Viva (Every Part Is Alive) by euphorial_docx Regulus and James, in Italy, great vibes

Upon Returning by alpha_leonis Sirius does some remembering

Black flies Beautifully written. Regulus and Sirius are very much push and push

Drugs and surgical scrubs by anauro addicts maaruders doctor regulus slowburn jegulus ♥♥♥

Twisting Fate by Anonymous Sirius is thrown to his fifth years' body

My Own Private Blackpool by LadyVisenya Regulus lives a PTSD ridden recluse until Voldy comes back, then he goes playing detectives with his girl friend / future girlfriend

Auror Academy - the class of 1979 by Regulus_Potter I'm feral about this one okayyy

Evan is dying. Regulus comes to visit him to St. Mungo's. Get your tissues ready