#nameless!tale

[ramblingoak]

Boxer Exchange

Mushy May in Lucifer's Hollow: Day 1 - Cuteness Aggression

Mountain x Rain

This fic is set in an alternate universe in a town called Lucifer's Hollow. For Mushy May I'll be using the prompts to post little snippets of life for the humans and ghouls that live there 💙 Thank you to @forlorn-crows for putting Mushy May together!

~ In Lucifer's Hollow Mountain has a little farm and sells flowers at the local farmer's market. Rain meets him there while selling his art. ~

Warnings: some suggestive things but otherwise just fluff! nsfw just in case, 18+ only/mdni, 400 words (thank you to @gothdaddyissues for the dividers!)

The chickens were the final straw.

Ok, not exactly the chickens themselves but the ghoul currently out there feeding the chickens.  The earth ghoul that Rain had been daydreaming about relentlessly since he had first seen him at the farmer’s market.  The ghoul that filled up an entire sketchbook at this point with another soon to be added to the pile.  The one that Rain had maybe, possibly confessed his feelings to the night before.

But really, after sex like that what else was he supposed to do?

Looking back, Rain probably shouldn’t have tackled him in the chicken pen.  There were feathers and…other things all over the ground.  One of the hens, Princess Penelope if he remembered correctly, had already wandered over to pick through Mountain’s hair.  The earth ghoul himself was peering up at Rain looking equal parts amused and confused.

“Uh, everything ok?”

“Yes.  Yes, I’m fine.”  Rain flicked an errant feather off Mountain’s chest, his eyes following it for a moment before he couldn’t help but look back at all the skin on display.  Mountain quirked an eyebrow up, his big hands slowly sliding up Rain’s thighs and his tail wrapping around his waist.  “This is your fault actually.”

“My fault?  I’m just out here feeding my chickens.”

“Naked.” 

“I have boxers on.”

“You have my boxers on.  They’re barely covering anything!”  Mountain only gave him a dirty smirk in reply, his fingers digging into the water ghoul’s ass.  Rain had grabbed Mountain’s boxers before he came outside since his own had been missing from the bedroom floor.  After looking out the window and seeing Mountain with his hair in a messy bun wearing just boxers and a pair of pink boots while he sweet talked his chickens well…  “I will not apologize for my actions.”

“Duckweed, you can tackle me whenever you want.”  Rain rolled his eyes at the nickname but before he could complain about it he found himself being manhandled as Mountain stood up.  He ended up slung over Mountain’s shoulder which he definitely would have bitched about if it didn’t give him a great view of the earth ghoul’s ass.  “We should shower and then have breakfast.”

“Is that all?”

Rain couldn’t help but shiver when Mountain chuckled.  

“Oh don’t worry,”  Mountain pinched his butt and Rain yelped, scaring the hens off that had wandered close.  “We’ll do lots of stuff in between.”

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[thenamelessdoll]

Tried making Princess Pea from the obscure movie "The Tale of Despereaux" a little less uncanny. :,3 [Final edit]

[thelampisaflashlight]

Something Worse

[A ficlet featuring Mountain and Bea, and one of the more sinister creatures lurking in the abbey's woods. Let's go.]

"They've been here for a long time." Mountain says, voice only a touch above a whisper so the sound can carry the short distance between himself and the gardener, "Longer than humanity has walked the earth, they are primordial beings."

"Demons then?" Bea questions, taking the ghoul's carefully extended hand to help guide her away from the ring of mushrooms.

"No." Mountain shakes his head, pulling the human towards him, "But like us, they have stolen the shape of mankind. They're tricksters who prey on strays and fools."

"And that makes me what exactly?" Bea questions as the giant kin treads back towards home.

"A fool twice over if you argue with me here." he replies easily, "You can be mad all you want when we get back to your cottage, but before then... Just walk, please."

The woman glances backwards once, catching the slow blink of yellow eyes in the darkness, too close for comfort.

"...I really think we should run instead." she hisses out.

"We cannot."

"But-"

"We walk away slowly, casually... quietly. They like when we're afraid."

Bea feels her lips part at the word "we", but shuts it when Mountain cranes his head to the side to meet her gaze.

"That thing could kill us both if we don't follow the rules." he whispers gravely.

"What IS it?" Bea frets, her finger tensing around Mountain's hand.

"An elf." he replies, "And a very hungry one at that."

[talefoundryshow]

Imagine seeing something so powerful and beautiful, so utterly awe-inspiring, that you can’t help but shudder due to its overpowering presence…

[drinksss]

I love Nameless Hanged from the minecraft mod "The Graveyard", I just had to draw this dude.

[pileofsith]

will u wait until tote to include barriss in the comic??

So far I already included Barriss into the comic a little before Tales of the Empire was announced, but only in her TCW timeline.

Now, as to whether she will feature in the comic as an inquisitor, I do have to wait until TotE comes out, because I have a vague feeling they might resolve her Inquisitorius storyline by the Rebels timeline (either by death, changing allegiences, or other possible paths).

But if they do retroactively include her as having been an active inquisitor prior to or during the events of the first season of Rebels (since the Grand Inquisitor is dead by season 2, lol, darn it), then I do have a few somber chapters where she could be a very fitting side character. (So far, Trilla is in that role in those chapters.)

I also have micro appearances by other inquisitors planned for some comic scenes that are not serious, but I do not think I will include Barriss in any of the dark/absurd humour I like to pepper into Inquisitorius interactions.

Judging by the preview materials, Barriss is currently in her 'listening to Bring Me to Life by Evanescence on repeat' phase. I would hate to cheapen that delicious angst by making her into an ordinary inquisitorius goon.

In any case, I think TotE will have already aired before I manage to complete another chapter that could reasonably include her.

I do predict I will probably make plenty of fanart of her, regardless of the comic, if her TotE story will be enjoyable. So if you like her as a character and wish to see me draw more of her, I hope I can do her justice! :)

[shimmyshimster]

play store cat games save me

save me

save me play store cat games

[lemonduckisnowawake]

Beyond the Four Leaves of Fortune

I actually wrote my @inklings-challenge (thank you to the runners for holding the challenge!) story on the 28th, intending to post it on the same day given the inspiration from Holy Innocents Day but, uh....didn't. Also, excuse some of the typos/clunkiness as I didn't really edit well because 3k words.

The most important thing to note here is that I took inspiration from Jeremiah 31: 16-17, the verse after the whole Rachel weeping thing. And also that it features the same characters from the previous challenge. With that, here it goes!

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“I think…” Wynan began, side-eyeing the scene in front of her with the air of someone long-resigned to everything, “that it should be illegal for people who have read too many books for their own good to get wrapped up in adventures.”

Relani and Meryan glanced at each other, perhaps a little guiltily.

Or so Wynan chose to interpret, just for her sanity. They were, after all, hiding a rather overly large creature behind their backs and not very inconspicuously. She couldn’t identify the creature right away, not having the breadth of knowledge Meryan had on the nuances of other worlds nor Relani’s impressive mental encyclopedia of obscure creatures. But the important things was that it was dark blue, snake-like (or perhaps wyrm-like with its scales?), dripping an odd gray liquid on the living room carpet that was probably blood…and very, very visible.

“We readers know all too well how things go and end,” Wynan continued, abandoning the laptop she’d been writing something on. She leaned against the door to the kitchen (opposite to the entrance from the mudroom), crossing her arms and quirking an eyebrow. “There’s no stakes and no drama, so involving us in the plot really will be no fun because we’re gonna just make the most boringly safe choices.”

Like, for example, opposing the adoption—not healing, since it looked like it needed patching up—of a magical beast.

Meryan glanced at the wyrm-like creature half squished into the mudroom, then back to Wynan. “Um…he’s a wyrm from one of the fairy-tale-like worlds who almost got lost to the void,” she attempted, her voice robotically professional. “We’ve decided to name him Léf.”

At her words, the dark blue wyrm weakly floated into the room, able to fit due to magically decreasing his size. He made a huffing noise as he flopped on the floor, the gray liquid dribbling out of him staining the carpet.

Wynan made the mistake of looking into his eyes, black full of blue stars the same color as his scales.

Léf whimpered.

“…crap.”

…………

“After he’s all healed up, we do have to release Léf back into his world,” Relani admitted a few hours later, when they’d patched up the tragically compliant wyrm and put him into one of their emptier rooms.

Meryan turned around so swiftly that she almost spilled the pot of broth in her hands.

“What?? Why? What if Léf doesn’t want to go back?!” she half-heartedly protested.

Like Wynan, Meryan was also a reader and thus aware of how this story would play out.

Also like Wynan, though (or perhaps it was the reverse), Meryan had become captivated by the wyrm’s adorable eyes and his clear exhaustion of life. So despite knowing better, they decided that maybe this time they could let the story play out differently and keep the wyrm with them.

“I mean…this house does need a pet,” Wynan contemplated, far too innocently for someone who had said literal hours ago that she wouldn’t support any idea that came from this. “I know we have Meluan—”

“Meluan isn’t a pet,” Relani sighed, though she smiled at the banter thrown at the currently-absent fourth member of the house. “And do you really think she’ll allow this?”

All three of them flashed back to their various attempts to keep animals here at the edge of the universe.

“…she probably will, to be honest,” Wynan reminisced. “And then we’ll have to repair the walls again.”

“Or rebuild the roof,” Relani reminded.

“Or find an obscure chemical to remove sea monster mucus from the floorboards,” Meryan finished with a sigh, sitting down (bowl of broth and all).

It looked like the story wouldn’t play out differently this time, after all, Wynan thought. Well, she’d tried not to get attached…for all but two minutes, at least. But you couldn’t just give them a helpless animal and expect them not to get attached, so who’s fault was it, really?

But back to the matter at hand.

“Well…I wonder what led him here, anyway,” Wynan spoke up, frowning at the wyrm curled up on the fuzzy and currently blue carpet.

Right now, Léf was breathing easily and fast asleep, but there was something about its…everything that didn’t sit right with Wynan. Barring the fact that the Abode Before the Void rarely received animals—and, if they did, they were companions of (or remnants of) their owners who’d come to the void—there was just something about the wyrm that seemed…off. Clearly, he wasn’t a remnant of someone the sisters couldn’t save or they would have felt it but what was he?

Unaware of Wynan’s thoughts, Meryan easily supplied some of the information missing. “I can’t really tell what exactly the creature means to his world, but he comes from a fairy-tale-esque land…the ones where the myths and folk tales of other universes seem to come alive?” she explained, resting her arms on her knees with a fond look at the sleeping creature. “The unique point in this world is the way these fantastical creatures co-exist peacefully with a technologically advancing world. A modern fairy tale, to put it in other terms.”

Relani grimaced and crawled closer to the sleeping creature. “I can add a bit more.”

Fearlessly, she brushed asides the filmy light blue material that made up Léf’s mane. The wyrm slept on, affected by Wynan’s special power over dreams and rest to not wake unless necessary, and thus was unaware of the moment Relani revealed three white shapes on its forehead.

“Ah, I thought so,” Relani hummed. “He’s a familiar, or that world’s version of one, anyway. The shape on Léf’s forehead is a sign that he’s been claimed.”

She was about to edge away from the creature before Wynan stopped her.

“Hang on,” Wynan said, standing up and studying the marks.

“You sense anything?” Meryan remained where she was, simply resting her head on her arms as she observed her sister working.

Wynan nodded slowly, stepping back. “The mark is broken…I don’t know what exactly that means, but I can sense it was broken and that it wasn’t caused by either death or some…dramatic moment of sacrifice on the owner’s part.”

Wynan turned in time to catch the storms that were Meryan’s eyes narrow.

“Well, I do know what that means, and that means whoever Léf’s owner was, they broke their bond…crudely, too, if the mark is still there,” she explained, the professional tone she’d taken on again lined with fury. “No wonder Léf was driven here.”

“Broken bonds are no joke, between people but especially unequal ones like this,” Relani sighed deeply, stepping back as well. “I wonder what Léf’s story is.”

“I could try looking,” Wynan offered conversationally, sitting back down next to the creature. She absently scratched at the surface of the carpet. “I mean, there’s no guarantee on what he’ll dream about, but I could take a look in there and see what sorts of dreams he’s having. I’ve found that animals usually dream memories since they have more limited imaginations than those with souls.”

Relani scooted back a little, with a hand gesturing to, by all means, go ahead.

Followed by Meryan’s, “Oh, could you?” Wynan placed a warm hand gently on Léf’s neck. The touch wasn’t strictly necessary, but Wynan liked the thought of there being an action needed before invading the dreamspace of someone’s mind. Even if that someone was a less intelligent creature.

And, as it usually was with less intelligent but magic-touched creatures, the dreams she saw were more fragmented memories, coming from the limited perspective of a familiar clearly enslaved by the whims of his master or mistress.

Warm fires. Robotic pats that didn’t hold much affection but were appreciated nonetheless. Frustrated growls, not necessarily directed at him but terrifying nonetheless. Words of magic. Commands. Burning villages. Blood in the mouth. A prison he was banished into until called. A tattoo of a creature that looked like Léf.

And the clearest dream/memory?

It was of a figure in white smashing a glowing red crystal upon its head—its familiar mark, if Wynan had to hazard a guess. Pain soon followed, and Wynan instinctively let the warm blanket of her magic cover the terrible memory, soothing its sting as it passed like a video on a screen than a past reality lived.

She stayed in there for a while longer, knowing she had the full story but just in case Léf required more mental relief, but only felt his dull pain and exhaustion along with hints of relief in the darkness.

“Hmm,” Wynan commented upon exiting.

She was half aware of her sisters exchanging a look.

“Meaning?” Relani prompted soon after.

“I think he was bonded to an evil wizard or…whatever the magic people there are called,” Wynan slowly parsed, remembering the emotions.

Behind her, Meryan snorted. “No surprise there.”

At Wynan’s side, Relani’s lips thinned. Relani was also another reader, and the three knew way too many stories to hear that and not instantly conclude what happened.

“I mean, the story isn’t as smooth as that,” Wynan interrupted the silence, waving her hand in front of Léf’s covered mark. “His bond with his owner was severed, yes, but I don’t think it was done by them. I think they treated him…well enough. Perhaps not great, but there wasn’t any abuse to note of.” She thought about it a bit more. “But I think Léf was under the power of a storybook villain, if that’s anything.”

The fury in Meryan’s colorful eyes softened.

“I see…so Léf has his own stains,” she muttered, lifting her head up a little. “Things that stole his ability to claim his own innocence but wasn’t guilty of, not really.”

Wynan nodded. “That seems to be the story, yeah.”

“So, I’m supposing the hero of this story had to get rid of the villain’s steed before beating the actual villain once and for all?” Relani continued, lips twisting in a half-playful, half-regretful smile.

Again, Wynan bobbed her head in agreement, edging back to sit on Meryan’s side.

“I’m guessing lots of people had to bear the tragedy for the story to reach its happy ending,” Wynan concluded, looking at the poor wyrm driven to the edge of ever universe. “And we’re looking at one such innocent lost to the void.”

“Almost lost,” Relani corrected, stroking the wyrm.

At her comforting touch, Léf let out a deep sigh, as if relieved, as if trusting he was somewhere safe.

“Are you sure we can’t keep him?” Meryan half-heartedly attempted the question, not expecting anything from it. “Can we even let him return to his world when he was pretty brutally expelled from it?”

Continuing to pet the wyrm’s smooth scaled, Relani laughed quietly. “I’m sure Léf will be fine back there once he heals. We can only hope that he’ll find a better wizard or mage to bond with, if he ever allows himself to be caught again.”

Yep…as expected.

That was how the story always went. One of them found a helpless animal somewhere (not usually near the universe’s edge, though), they contemplated keeping it, a story of their appearance there was revealed, either mayhem or a realization that it had to return to its world followed, and then all of them went back to their lives missing the animal.

Still…it wasn’t so bad to get attached and maybe try to shift the story just a little, right?

Maybe that’s part of the story, Wynan thought, laughing a little to herself. Tell them we won’t get attached, get attached anyway, learn to let go. And with our life out here, it’s not like we won’t ever see them again.

“YO!”

Following the muffled shout, the door to the empty room housing Léf burst open, revealing a rather frazzled Meluan panting heavily and shouldering a rather large bag. She barely gave a second glance at the large wyrm taking up half of the space and waved her arms frantically at the other women.

“First of all, I’m back. Secondly, I am in need of support,” she gasped out between heavy breaths.

Unfazed, Wynan dryly sighed, “Stop panting. You literally cannot physically get tired in this house.”

At the same time, Relani chuffed and asked, “What did you do, Mel?”

“I’m emotionally tired! And need emotional support!” Meluan protested, her gaze bouncing from Wynan to Relani. “Also, I did nothing! You’re all the ones who forced me to make the library run this time, and unfortunately, the Librarian decided she wanted to tag along so someone please give me emotional support!”

Meryan, who had been laughing at the exchange, hopped up. “I’ll go,” she giggled, taking the large pot of broth with her. “You guys stay here and watch over Léf.”

“Have fun,” Relani saluted, the hand over her mouth not at all covering her mirth.

“And leave the bag behind,” Wynan added, knowing it likely contained the books they’d sent Meluan out to borrow.

Instinctively, Wynan caught the heavy bag immediately thrown at her, smiling at their usually unperturbed housemate looking so clearly bothered. “I’d wish you luck, but you’re just being dramatic,” Wynan called out as Meryan closed the door.

Incensed despite allowing herself to be dragged by Meryan, Meluan grumbled, “The Librarian is in my house! That’s not dramatic at all!”

“She’s not going to bite you in our house,” Wynan heard Meryan reply.

“Uh huh, anyway. What do you mean by having named the wyrm I saw? Or did he come prepacked with one?”

“…well, it hasn’t been long, but…”

Their voices faded away, leaving Relani and Wynan alone with the wyrm who had once been a familiar.

Léf’s quiet presence in the room reminded Wynan of a time long ago when she’d just been Wynan instead of…whatever she was now. That individual had loved dragons and had badly wished her world had them, to keep as a pet or simply just to ride. She’d seen a lot of dragons and creatures in the same genus since that particular Wynan’s childhood fantasy, but she’d hardly ever been able to exist in a room this peacefully with one.

“…it’s always gotta be the pets who can’t stay,” Wynan swore, though she smiled in spite of herself. “I hope Léf has a better story when he returns, at least.” Léf couldn’t be happy here, not with the limited space within their home and such nearness to the end of the universe.

Sending a smile her way, Relani laughed her agreement. “I hope so, too.”

“Kind of a shame his story had to end so tragically, though,” Wynan sighed, thinking idly back on the small tale they’d managed to piece together based on their collective knowledge of narratives and longtime experience. “It seems that in the fights between heroes and villains, there will always be innocents on both sides who will have to die.”

Relani’s brows furrowed in response, but Wynan wasn’t offended, knowing that her sister was merely thinking.

“But,” Wynan continued anyway, chuckling ruefully, “I guess it was like that for all of us, too…the way so many ‘faceless’ characters had to die for our story to continue, right?”

It made her wonder if one day they’d be those in the “faceless crowd” fated to die to advance the story and spur the hero to glory. She hoped not…she was content being the lost story that she was. But if there was one thing she as a reader knew about lost stories, is that there was always someone out there who wanted them found.

“Well, Léf’s story isn’t over yet, is it?” Relani suddenly interrupted Wynan’s musing, her eyes twinkling like veiled stars. “After all, there was someone before the edge to find him and help him recover so he could go back.”

Wynan almost rolled her eyes but found that she couldn’t really contest that statement. “Okay, not wrong. Of course you’d see it like that, though.”

“Oi,” Relani protested, leaning back on her arms, though her lips were still stretched with amusement. “It’s not optimism when it’s just the truth, Wynan. We know better than anyone how even those who have wandered off the edge, those actually lost within the void, have been found. No one is faceless in the end, even if it is true that to each other we can sometimes be mere side characters fated to die.”

Relani sighed, shuffling while still seated to throw an arm around Wynan, who leaned into the warmth offered as they both gazed at Léf’s sleeping form.

“Look…there are people who are mourning for the faceless who had to die to continue the story, aren’t there?” Relani insisted. “And there are going to be people who want to rescue them, too, like we do. But that’d be another story—their story, not the current protagonist’s—to tell.”

The only response Wynan had was to snuggle closer into Relani, suddenly feeling sleepy herself as happened with her (it had nearly given Meryan a heart attack once when she’d found Wynan sleeping inside a closet). Memories burst within her mind from Relani’s words, refutations and arguments as well as evidence and agreements to what her sister had said. How there was always someone in this multiverse that would know of a tragedy and mourn the people lost—that was why they were there for, too—and try and reach out to save them.

Well, Relani’s usually right when in these things, Wynan conceded, feeling her eyes shut. And she’s right in that we’ve always been there to fetch people driven to this point, aren’t we? But I’ll tell her she’s right when I wake up, though. I want to sleep…

The story would still be there when she opened her eyes.

[slowlyfadingaway5]

Okay SO! I'm a fairy tale folklore mythology girlie and this episode of neverafter hits so fucking hard.

BUT when the Sword of Truth was first introduced as gold and gleaming and PIB said that it was used to cut wood, there was a moment after that where it cut to Brennan's face and you know what kind of face he fucking has when the PCs say something off the cuff that has relevance later on or something he never thought of but might work later on. you know the look

And it reminded me of the folk tale/fable of "The Honest Woodcutter" and I fucking know it's an Aesop's fable and the sword is called the Sword of Truth and I feel like I'm grasping at strings here (ha) but in the promo for ep 8 the sword is potentionally a person? So MAYBE just maybe hear me out, the sword is Aesop

[erin-writes-ghost-fluff]

Unnamed fluff drabble/short fic for a writing warm up.

A/N Oh boi. Here we go. More trash!

Fandom: Ghost

Characters: Omega, Swiss, and Terzo

Warnings: None. Tickles are involved. Look away if this is gonna cause problems

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:read more:

When Terzo asked Omega for stress relief, this was not the stress relief he had in mind. Not being told to run with the promise of getting tickled when caught. And Omega was faster and taller... Which meant Terzo would be caught sooner than later.

"Shit, shit!" Terzo swore, cutting down a corner, "I'm getting too old for this horseshit!"

Why did he agree to this?! He unfortunately ran into Swiss, just as he thought Omega had been lost. The two stared at each other, a a wide, toothy grin now spreading across Swiss' face.

A look of panic flashed in the third Emeritus brothers' eyes, before he quickly replaced it with a glare.

"...Don't you fucking dare." Terzo muttered, trying to keep his voice low, just in case Omega was lurking.

Swiss' grin seemingly widened. He loomed over Terzo, his tail swishing back and forth, playfully.

"You're awfully small and in a bad position to be giving me orders, papa.~" He chuckled, leaning on the wall.

Just to prove his point, Swiss sent a wave of tingles to Terzo's stomach, causing him to stagger backwards, snickering.

"F- fuck! Stop your bullshit, stronzo!!" Terzo now giggled into his hand, trying to stop or at least muffle anymore laughter.

"Make me!" Swiss challenged, sending tingles to Terzo's ribs, pleased with the reaction of the frontman's shocked cackle.

Omega's ears twitched at the familiar sound, stomping his foot triumphantly, before charging off towards where he heard Terzo.

Swiss likewise heard the stomps due to his hearing and stopped the tingles, now wanting to fuck with Terzo's head until it was Omega's turn to have fun.

"Well... You're fucked!~ I can hear him running, Papa! He knows where you are!~"

Terzo went to run past Swiss, not wanting anymore of his particular brand of fuckery, but the Ghoul blocked his way.

"Swiss, you're a bastard!" Terzo groaned, almost whining.

Omega finally poked his head around the corner. "Oh sweet, you got him!"

The AntiPope, in one last escape attempt, dove between Swiss' legs, attempting to crawl first and then run away. Omega snickered, grabbing Terzo's ankle and pulling him back.

"Omega, no!! Don't!"

Omega tilted his head to the side, questioningly, his chuckles muffled a bit from his mask.

"Why? You wanted this!"

Terzo flushed a light pink, refusing to acknowledge or answer. He especially didn't look at Swiss.

"Let me help!" The grinning ghoul exclaimed, pinning Terzo to the ground with minimal effort.

Omega's tail practically wagged. "Sure, why not!"

Swiss purred, pulling Terzo against him, so Omega could have easier access without much of a struggle.

"I'm sending you both back to Hell!" Terzo jokingly threatened with a nervous laugh.

Omega now began tickling his ribs, just for that jab.

"Oh please!" He scoffed over his lover's bubbly, mirthful song, "you love us!"

He bonked his head against Terzo's, in a sign of affection, commonly seen amongst the ghouls.

"FUCK YOU!" The singer cackled as Swiss worked his sides ane stomach.

He was going to be here a while it would seem...

[ramblingoak]

Stolen Frosting

Mushy May in Lucifer's Hollow: Day 2 - Late Night Snacks

Phantom x Swiss

This fic is set in an alternate universe in a town called Lucifer's Hollow. For Mushy May I'll be using the prompts to post little snippets of life for the humans and ghouls that live there 💙 Thank you to @forlorn-crows for putting Mushy May together!

~ In Lucifer's Hollow Phantom owns a bakery, Sweets and Treats, and Swiss is the gym teacher at Lucifer's Hollow High School. ~

Warnings: fluff and that is all, sfw, 500 words (thank you to @ghuleh-recs for the dividers!)

“I know this looks bad.”

Phantom remained still, continuing to stand in the doorway to his kitchen silently.  Swiss shifted his weight from foot to foot, his claws tapping the tile softly.  Behind him his tail swished rapidly back and forth as he waited for the other ghoul to do something, anything.  After another handful of seconds passed, Swiss just gave up, scooping another spoonful up of the absolute heaven he had found in Phantom’s fridge and shoving it in his mouth. 

“Really?!”

“I’m sorry!”  Swiss’s words were garbled with the spoon still in his mouth and he winced when his fangs clacked against the metal.  Quickly he yanked the spoon away, tossing it into the sink and then closed the container.  “I was starving and I found this and unholy shit it’s amazing.”

Swiss could tell Phantom was preening under the compliment but the quintessence ghoul was doing his best to hide it.  He pouted when Phantom came over and took the container out of his hands, shoving it back in the fridge.  

“Frosting isn’t food.”

“It is if I eat enough of it, lemme have the rest.”  Swiss attempted to get at the door handle but Phantom hip checked him.  “Where’d you buy that anyway?”

“I made it.”  Swiss froze in his attempts to get into the fridge, staring in disbelief at Phantom.  The ghoul suddenly became shy, his cheeks pinking up adorably.  “Did you forget what I do for a living?”

“No, of course not.”  How could he when Phantom smelled like sugar and cinnamon and a thousand other amazing things all the time?  “I guess I just didn’t think you’d make frosting from scratch.”

“I make everything from scratch.”  Lucifer, Phantom looked too damn cute standing there all proud of himself.  Swiss leaned in and quickly kissed him, enjoying the taste of frosting and Phantom on his lips.  When he pulled away the ghoul looked both surprised and pleased.  “What was that for?”

“Being adorable.”  The blush was back and Swiss couldn’t help but wrap an arm around Phantom’s waist to pull him closer.  “And the frosting, of course.”

“The stolen frosting.”  Swiss’s stomach chose that moment to growl and it was the multi ghoul’s turn to blush.  “Still hungry?”

“Famished.”

Their eyes met and something unsaid passed between them, something that had been brewing for days now.  Swiss lowered his head to kiss Phantom again, as gently as he could manage.  He was lucky Phantom had let him stay the night and he didn’t want to push him.  If all he could do was kiss Phantom in this kitchen for the rest of his days he’d be happy.  

“I could make you something?”  Phantom pulled away and grabbed an apron hanging off the wall quickly tying it around his waist.  “Cupcakes?”

“Marry me.”  Oh shit, Swiss's eyes widened and he immediately held his hands up,  “Sorry, I mea—“

“Let’s make them first.”  Phantom flashed him a smile and then wandered over with an apron for Swiss. As he walked around him to tie it at the back he leaned up close to Swiss's ear,  “You can decide if they’re worth marriage after trying one.”  

Swiss spun around, reaching up to gently hold Phantom's head in his hands.

"Baby, you had me at the frosting."

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Tales From Dispatch, Pt. 13

ME: Dispatch, this is Fran. POLICE SERGEANT: Did you say Fran? ME: Yes, this is Fran. SERGEANT: So you're the trainee I've been hearing so much about! ME: Thank you, sir. That's the most terrifying thing you could possibly have said.