#Hall of the Mountain Grill

[pop-art-sixties-seventies]

David Hardy, Hall of the mountain grill, 1974

[gotankgo]

«On this date in 1974: On the same day their fourth studio album, 'Hall of the Mountain Grill,' was released, interstellar warriors Hawkwind kicked off an American tour at the Michigan Palace in Detroit, Michigan; Kansas and Rush were the evening's special guests.»

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

"…AND IN THE GROVE... MIDST MERRY THRONG AND MARKET CLATTER -- STOOD THE HALL OF THE MOUNTAIN GRILL."

PIC INFO: Spotlight on the legendary, high mythical Mountain Grill Restaurant, Ladbroke Grove, London, UK, 1977. Familiar to any fans of HAWKWIND or the prolific British science fiction author Michael Moorcock.

"…and in the grove, by the gate and hill, midst merry throng and market clatter -- stood the Hall of the Mountain Grill where the table strain'd 'neath loaded platter."

-- "LEGEND OF BEENZON TOSTE," c. 1974

Source: https://pinkfishmedia.net/forum/threads/hall-of-the-mountain-grill.210185.

[rwpohl]

d-rider, hawkind, hall of the mountain grill 1974

[panspanther]

Still have the album. 

Hawkwind - The Psychedelic Warlords (Disappear in Smoke)

[skele-bunny]

Oh do you have any thoughts about Rain getting bred and it took?

Who is/are the other parent(s), how many kit(s) and what their element(s) is/are?

May I request a fic(let) about it? Much thanks.

Ooo say less! I like to think Clutches can have various parents as each egg can be fertilized by different people or an egg by more than one. SAY LESS!!!!

First Day of School. (No CW) Rain/Everyone

CW - NONE

Tags: Ghoul kit talk, pregnancy talk, baby shenanigans

Characters: Rain, Cirrus, Mountain, Dewdrop, Aether, Lily (kit), Ember (Kit), Orion (Kit), Misc Ghouls.

(Divider by @ wrathofrats !)

Mornings were always chaotic in the den, even moreso after their packmate popped out three small kits. The sounds of squealing and running footsteps kept everyone on their toes, yet provided such a comfortable (sometimes stressed) atmosphere. Today was even more chaotic, half of the pack already left for their daily duties while the rest wrangled little ones around for their first day of school.

"Lily Ira! If you don't get your little butt over here and put your shoes on!" Cirrus' voice echoed, running down the hall just in time for a high pitch shrill to follow. "Gotcha!"

Just as Rain had begun to shuffle through his kit's dresser for Ember's uniform, the door opened to reveal Aether holding Orion by his foot, the little quintessence kit squealing as he swayed side-to-side; waving hello to his mother while his father held an uninterested look.

"Someone," Aether gave a little jiggle to Orion. "Thought it'd be smart to break into daddy's peanut butter stash. So, back to brushing our teeth!"

"Noo!" Orion whined at the realization, being brought back up and pouting against Aether's hold.

Rain let out a small laugh before waving them to the bathroom, Ember still waiting patiently on his lap, pajamas still downed. He yawned, fangs poking out as he did so, rubbing his eyes with a long whine that got Rain's attention. His little one raised his hands and began to talk, just like the others had been taught since they were born.

"Mama, do I really have to go today?"

The water ghoul's hand finally found the uniform that had been pushed to the back, nodding in response. Once he sat down the outfit his hands raised as well.

"Yes, you do. But it's going to be so fun!" Rain smiled. "You're going to make soo many friends, and I know your teacher personally! Sister Oren is a lovely lady."

Ember simply whined again. "Will dad be there?"

"Yes. Your dad just needed to do his morning rounds, but he made sure to have a break in-between just to see you."

That seemed to satisfy enough for the little fire kit, snuggling back against his mama as he was carefully dressed, albeit lazy as Ember had no interest in getting up. With a little bit more hassle with shoes and placing his hair into a small ponytail, Rain grabbed his kit's hand and led them outside where breakfast waited. He took in the scene after helping Ember into his seat, sighing as Lily had kicked off her shoes again and clung to her father's back.

"If padre doesn't have to wear shoes, then I don't wanna' either!" She hissed, wiggling as her mother tried again.

"Your padre is very much wearing shoes today, just like he has multiple other times!" Cirrus replied back, managing to get only a single shoe on before she successfully kicked off the other one. "Girl! Chill out!"

Lily only laughed again, Mountain chuckling as he tried to stay still for his mate to wrangle shoes on for the fifth time that morning while still flipping grilled cheese. Once Cirrus tied Lily's shoes to the point she couldn't kick off, the multi kit simply dead weighted in her mother's arms, groaning and lightly kicking her feet.

"Shoes suck!" She whined.

Cirrus snorted, shaking her head. "There are more important things to argue about, shoes are definitely not top priority."

"Well I think shoes should be optional."

"Let me know if you still stand by that statement when you step on one of your own toys."

Immediately the small pack grimaced, too many times their poor feet received pings of pain from Legos and other sharp toys still strowed about. Rain shivered at the thought, turning as the last kit's chair was filled, Orion going straight to his peanut butter covered banana, looking at his father with a shit eating grin.

"Okay, I give up. He's just gonna smell like peanut butter today." Aether put his hands up in defeat, now going back to reassembling his backpack duty for each kit.

Rain giggled before whistling, catching the kits attentions before he signed again. "Are you guys excited for your first day?"

There was a unanimous shaking of heads, Ember just shrinking down into his chair more.

"Awh, my loves..." He pouted some. "I promise you're going to love it. But Dad is going to be there, so is your uncle Swiss and aunty Sunshine."

"Yes!!" Lily cheered, mouth still full of grilled cheese as she pumped her hand in the air. "I fucking love Aunty Sunny!"

Her parents quickly gave the hardest glare, Lily's eyes widening before covering her mouth. "Sorry..."

Mountain's eye twitched, sighing. "Swiss."

"No cussing in school." Rain quickly added, suddenly praying harder to Lucifer that his daughter didn't get detention on her very first day.

With a few minutes left to spare, bellies full and wiped mouths, Aether helped put on backpacks while Mountain crouched to adjust little hoods and masks. It was a smaller version of the Prequelle masks that didn't cover the horns, hence the hood. They honestly looked like little cultists, and Rain couldn't stop taking pictures. They looked perfect. Ember had found his way on to Aether's shoulder as he kept whining, Orion and Lily running ahead but not too far away as the pack made their way outside to the school.

Fellow children of sin and their parents joined, and every now and then another kit would be carried by with their own. The school house was in a different section of the abbey as it's own building, comfortably sat between the dining hall and hospital with the forest right behind.

But the sight of a fire ghoul with two others looking around for their pack got Lily to squeal, now completely running away from her other parents and straight to Sunshine. The three's body language shown as Sunshine picked up the little multi, bonking her helmet against Lily's hood.

"Hi there, little stinker!" She laughed, twirling them around before giving a big squeeze. "Look at you! So damn cute!"

Orion ran just as fast, hugging Swiss' waist and receiving a knuckle sandwich, the two laughing before doing their little handshake, the two kits being exchanged so Swiss could also get Lily cuddles and Orion a giant amount of forehead bonks. Dewdrop was just as excited, rubbing his helmet over both of the kits before turning, meeting Rain and Aether half way.

He opened his arms and Ember quickly lept over, little claws digging into Dew's jacket. "Daddd!" He whined again.

A questioning glance was thrown to the four, Aether sighing. "He wants nothing to do with this. Had a good few cries because you weren't there."

"Awh, Em'..." Dew leaned close, scenting his son for comfort. "I'm right here! I'm sorry I couldn't be there this morning."

Ember simply huffed, heating himself up while Dew responded in the same way. The group stayed huddled around, talking back and forth of miscellaneous things before a bell began to chime, eyes turning to the silver bell that sat outside the school house.

"That's first bell!" Mountain said, lightly bouncing his shoulders that Orion had made himself home on. "You three ready?"

"Yeah!" Lily exclaimed, ignited with a new passion as Sunshine held her hand.

Rain suddenly got a surge of anxiety, looking at Aether with a worried expression. "Did you get their lunch boxes?"

"I did."

"What about their inside shoes?"

"Also, yes." Aether chuckled, trying to rub Rain's arm.

"Oh, oh, Ember's allergen card?!"

Dewdrop responded by showing their son's backpack with a double-sided, laminated, lanyard attached that held the big words 'Allergy Notice' with a small list underneath. Rain rubbed his face, now noticing every small detail, fixing socks, pressing down robes, and redoing Lily's shoelaces as she started rubbing at them to loosen. Cirrus kneeled down to do the other shoe, looking over at the water ghoul.

"Hey, you're freaking out more than Ember was this morning." She lightly joked, nudging Rain's shoulder as he stayed focused on his task.

He shook his head, sighing and standing back up without responding. He eyed the three in front before busting into sobs, catching the pack off guard, shuffling closer for a group hug.

"What's wrong mommy?" Orion mumbled, being taken into his mother's arms, Lily on the other side, and Ember maneuvered to be right in the middle.

He simply shook his head, clutching his kits harder and trying to push his muzzle against their cheeks, whining. If there was something all three kits shared was being an empath just like their mom, Em slowly starting to tear up before wailing, setting off his other two siblings. Little claws dug into Rain, now completely unwilling to let go and their excitement quickly gone. The pack's heart crushed at the same time, Sunshine putting her hands under her mask to wipe away her own tears, Aether just on the verge as well.

It felt like it wasn't too long ago when Rain had laid in the lake, surrounded by the entire pack after his eggs had grown, each kit had been pushed out and carefully cut out of their sacks. Their screaming wails almost making Aurora fall into the water from their little echoes, Dewdrop being the only one unbothered while others had worn different ear muffs. How did they grow up so fast? One moment they're as small as Mountain's palm, the next they're reaching Swiss' waist to hug.

Even still, their siren wails echoed, Aether getting closer just to hug the four tighter which the others followed.

"Getting so big..." Cirrus mumbled, kissing each of their heads.

Swiss chimed in, his voice gentle to try and calm down the pack. "Hey, hey! Everything's going to be alright! Where's that happy energy, huh? We can't be sad on our first day! How else are we going to possibly burn down the building?"

That got a little giggle from Lily, the ghoulette wiping her eyes but staying against Rain's shoulder.

"Your uncle's right. Everything is going to be okay. No need for tears," Dew moved, hand going under Rain's helmet to wipe his cheek. "Today's going to be so fun, you're going to meet new friends, get to run around all day, and before you know it you'll be back home!"

Rain took the hint, quickly sniffling and trying to calm himself. He linked to Aether, the quintessence humming before speaking for his mate. "Mama said your dad's right, and that he's sorry for crying. He wants all of you to have the best days ever, and he'll be waiting right here for when you get out."

Orion pushed back, chewing his finger under his mask. "Promise?"

"He said he promises."

Very carefully, Dew took Lily and Mountain plucking Orion back up by his scruff that he loved. Ember stayed latched to Rain, the two swaying back and forth while they tried to calm each other. Ember was kneading on Rain's back, mumbling "Is' okay, mama... Is' okay..." While Rain gently scratched at Ember's head.

The second bell chimed, and Rain reluctantly took a step forward, the others following with Cirrus keeping a gentle hand on his back. Lily had quickly perked back up and was passed around for forehead bumps and kisses, being stood and Swiss readjusting her backpack. Ember was surprisingly next, receiving the same treatment but his lanyard being placed around his neck. Their last kit was chewing on Mountain's arm before being suddenly moved to another set of arms and around, placed on the ground as well.

Crouching, the pack gave their own wishes of a good day and love.

"Make sure to keep your masks—and shoes," Swiss started, eyeing Lily specifically. "-On today. Don't be afraid to go say hi to the other kids, yeah?"

"And look out for each other!" Dew now chimed in.

Rain got to his knees so he was about equal level with his kits, unable to do more than hold three fingers up and shake back and forth. "I love you."

In sync, the kits replicated, Ember holding Orion's hand once they were finished.

"Alright!" Mountain's voice cracked, quickly clearing his throat. "Off you go!"

With a gentle nudge, all three waved again before falling behind the rest of the children quickly trying to get in. The pack stood up straight, waving until they were out of sight. It took only a second before Dew groaned, laying his head against Aether's chest as his shoulders bounced with his own cries.

"Who the fuck let us have kits?! This is terrible!" Dew whined.

"Six whole hours they're gonna be gone. I don't know what I'm going to do with myself." Mountain added, no longer holding back his tears.

Rain sighed, if his tail had been visible it'd be between his legs. He felt Swiss grab his hand and give a gentle squeeze. "C'mon you lot of babies, cry away from the windows."

Reluctantly, they turned, Rain throwing another glance over his shoulder at the now closed doors. Unfortunately, Mountain was right. Besides the few that had duties, it was too quiet in the den. There was no laughter and the sound of patting feet, or even the small bickering of who's toy belonged to who. The day just seemed to drag on for what felt like forever, Rain napping most of it away as he couldn't stand the silence.

He knew it was something he needed to get used to, and maybe take advantage of, but right now he couldn't. He missed the feeling of his kits snuggled in the bed, how Lily would snore just like her padre and kick out occasionally; Orion talking in his sleep about some random TV show Cumulus got him addicted to. How Ember mimicked his father and was a tiny space heater that always seemed to find his way under Rain's chin despite them tossing and turning in their sleep. He missed little hands nudging him awake so they could have a snack, or to see if they can go outside with the other children to play, sometimes even to settle their little fights.

It was misery in a box that had been graciously handed to Rain.

However, when the sound of his phone's alarm went off, he's never ran out of his room so fast before—Phantom who had just gotten back from his own duties following after. They followed the path to the school house where Cumulus stood next to other impatient parents, waving them over. The three simply fit right in, nervously bouncing on their heels before the doors opened. Instantly, waves of children ran out, and very soon after Rain's did as well.

Lily made a straight line for Phantom, the quint yelling as the kit had enough force to knock them over, rolling around on the gravel as they rough housed immediately. Ember, of course, found his way into his mother's arms, the two purring like no tomorrow; Orion already showing off one of his drawings to Cumulus who listened with every ounce of interest.

That tsunami of misery was gone in a flash, Rain squeezing Em just a bit tighter as he looked at his other two that had now tag teamed Phantom and were chewing on his arm and leg. He whistled, making them freeze and turn, Ember even pulling back to look.

Rain brought a single hand up since his other arm was occupied, signing a bit more slowly. "Ready to go home?"

They scrambled off the bat, Cumulus giggling as he rubbed his leg where Orion got a good nip in. As the group walked, each kit took turns (and sometimes overlapping) to ramble about what they did, their new friends, who they sat next to, and even the new name tags they got temporarily for their desks.

"I colored mine purple!" Lily exclaimed, skipping while holding Phantom's hand.

Orion scoffed, "You totally stole my idea! I did mine purple first!"

"Nu-uh!"

"Yeah-huh!"

"Alright you two, shh. You can both have purple name tags." Phantom butted in, watching the two stick their tongues out at one another.

Cumulus pipped up. "What about you, Em? Did you colors yours in?"

"No... Put stickers on it, though." He said softly, rubbing his tired eye underneath his mask with an accompanying yawn. "And Lily took her shoes off."

"I didn't!" She squealed.

"Yes you did!" Orion confirmed, laughing. "She did it three whole times!"

"I'm gonna eat your bananas you snitch!" Lily squealed, running ahead as their den came into sight.

Orion yelled in panic for his favorite fruit, chasing after her with everything he had. The three adults simply laughed, Rain shaking his head as he readjusted the now sleeping kit in his hold. He gave another squeeze and relaxed, welcoming the sounds of his kits in the den once more.

[shira-cosmic-star]

May the Best Man Wins

Tohma x MC x Mido Jealousy HC[Requested]

MC walks down the halls of Frostheim to met up with Tohma after he had asked them too. The heels of their dress shoes echoed through the quiet hall. As the reached the large door to the dinning room. They knocked and opened the door.

“Hello? Tohma?” They called for him.

“MC, glad you could make it. Have a seat please.” He ushered his right hand to the seat in front of him. On the table were a cup of hot tea and a few small snacks for their likings.

“It comes to my attention that you have another admirer. Mido.” MC nodded their head to confirmed. [flashback] “MC?” MC turned their head to the sound of a male’s voice. It was Alan.

“Hello Alan, what’s up?” Noticing the awkwardness on his face. He scratched the back of his head.

“Here.” He pulled a small gift bag from behind him. Confused, MC takes the bag and opens it. It was a small plushy key chain. The plushie was a small white dove. MC smiled and thanked Alan for the sweet gift.

“What’s this for?” They asked.

“Thanks for helping out on the case.”

[flashback ends]

Ever since that day, Alan has been trying to court MC by asking them about their day and inviting them for lunch. Alan doesn’t eat in the cafeteria so he grills his own food. Thought that it’ll be nice to have them around too. Tohma once walked over to Vegastorm to talk to Alan. Since Alan didn’t check his phone when he had reached out to him. Once Tohma got there, he noticed how close MC and Alan were. They sat next to each other while MC rambles about anything. MC was smiling at Alan… Tohma felt his jaw tighten, just as his fists did too. He had wished MC paid more attention to him too. Then..Tohma became competitive.

[HC starts here]

-Tohma would purposely memorize MC’s schedule so he could run into them and have small talk

-MC would receive good morning and goodnight texts from both. Even though Alan’s would be simple as “GN” or have a little bit of typos.

-Tohma starts to invite MC to more parties as his date.

-Alan is aware of Tohma’s feelings by now, but isn’t going to give up on MC now.

-Tohma would buy them their favorite snacks that he took notes of during their small talks.

-Both would check up on them. Tohma would text them reminders to take care of themselves as well as physically telling them in person

-Alan would invite MC to the garage and teach them what he knows. Like oil change, how to change a tire, different tools to use and etc.

-Alan would also teach MC more combat training so they can protect themselves

-Tohma would teach MC how to ball room dance.

-Tohma would help MC pick out a dress/dress suit, and shoes for the party as well has the appropriate accessories to match. He would compliment MC as he kissed their hand. “You look absolutely stunning.”

-Alan would ask MC if they wanted to go hiking with him and his crew during fall. While Hiking up the mountain. If their footing starts to slide. He would hold out his hand for MC to grab. Once he pulls them up. He stays behind them incase they slide again.

Both of these gentlemen has done many things to please MC. If one took a step, other would take two steps ahead. It’s this on going thing between the two rivals as the battle to win MC over.

After all~

“May the best man wins.”

(This also unedited, will edit later)

[rjmartin11]

Hide and Go Seek One Shot

Pairing: Elvis & female!reader

Summary: Elvis had been away from you for far too long, and you want to play with him in more ways than one.

Word Count: ???

Warnings: Material is not suitable for under 18 years of age. Viewer discretion is advised!

Author's Notes: Hello, world. RJ here. I'm just passing through with a one-shot that's been on the shelves of my mind for a while. I'm retired from writing, but I wanted y'all to have this. Something dirty. Enjoy.

・ʚ♡ɞ・・ʚ♡ɞ・・ʚ♡ɞ・・ʚ♡ɞ・

It's been a full thirty-five days since Elvis left on his cross-country tour, and you missed him deeply. Even though he calls every few days to let you know where he is and how the shows are going, you need him around. His physical presence keeps you humble.

Although you have your hands full with a one year old baby boy. You want his daddy around to play with both of you. You feel like Elvis would have missed his first steps if he didn't walk in through the door that very moment.

He called you last night stating that he'd be home today. You haven't truly slept since the call. It only mattered that baby boy had rest, so he could play with daddy. You made sure he was fed and bathed.

You started cooking immediately for your weary traveler and his band of soldiers. All of Elvis' favorite dishes were to be made with exceptions. Fried chicken, barbecue chicken on the grill, potato salad, mustard greens, mashed potatoes with Smoky Mountain gravy, black-eyed peas, macaroni and cheese, cream onion casserole, and cornbread. For dessert, banana pudding, sweet potato pie, and Ms. Mary's chocolate cake.

You scrambled all over the kitchen with Ms. Mary and Ms. Nancy came in to help with the load. You worked a full six hours in preparation for your love to come home to a great meal. You knew the meals on the road consisted of junk food, so this had to be special.

As you started to slow down a bit, Ms. Nancy asked you to go upstairs and rest. You didn't want to fall asleep on Elvis, so you did as asked and slept for a few hours.

"Mama???" You hear his little voice from down the hall and open your eyes. "Mama???"

You rub the sleep out of your eyes and head to his room. You creep slow around the corner as you hear him continue to call your name. You peek your head in the door, and he starts to giggle. Your son has his daddy's contagious gift of laughter.

"Is that my little Garon?" You ask.

"Mama!" He says with excitement in his voice.

"Hi, Mama's baby boy. Mama's handsome baby boy," you say, taking him out of his crib.

You get him ready for the day, and you both head downstairs. The ladies have taken care of dinner just as promised. You hand Garon off to his Great Aunt Delta and Great-Grandma Dodger so you can finish getting dressed for Elvis' arrival. You take a quick shower and get your hair and makeup ready for him. You want to look irresistible for your love.

As you put the final touches on mascara, you hear a big commotion downstairs.

"Daddy's home," you say to yourself, finishing up.

You run out of the room and to the staircase just in time to see Elvis look up at you. His smile lights up the room, and your glows.

"Hello, Mrs. Presley," he says, greeting with Garon in his arm.

"Hello, my husband," you reply, walking down the stairs.

He walks up to you with his free arm open to you. You embrace him gently as your son is in his other arm. He kisses your head and whispers he missed you. You tell him how much you miss him and how glad he's home.

Everybody crowded into the kitchen to get a plate. You made Elvis' and Garon's plates first, and then everyone piled in for their plate. Ms. Nancy made you a plate, so you sit and eat.

For the next thirty to forty-five minutes, the house was alive with laughter and conversation. Everyone talking about the tour and their adventures on the road.

"All in all," Elvis starts, "it was an amazing trip. This tour was great. Now, I'm just grateful to rest for the next three months."

"Rest? My husband wants to rest?" You ask.

"Yes," he answered. "Traveling around the country is fun, but I wanna rest."

"I guess you can wait on that surprise I have for you," you whisper in his ear.

"Surprise??? Baby, you didn't have to get me anything."

"I wanted to," you say, kissing his cheek. "Get rid of the boys and come find me upstairs."

You pick up Garon and walk toward the door. You bid everyone good night. Your sister drops by and takes Garon home with her, so you and Elvis can have Graceland all to yourselves.

You go upstairs and wait for him on the bed. You waited six months, so another fifteen to thirty minutes wouldn't hurt.

You peek out the window as everyone leaves out the front door, piling into their cars. Elvis tells everyone goodnight and thanks them for everything. He turns and looks up at the window. He sees you staring back at him and smiles the notorious smile of his. You bite your lip and close the curtain.

Seconds later, he's up in the room looking at you sitting on the bed.

"My pretty little Satnin. How I've missed you," he whispers as he crawls on top of you.

"I missed you, E," you whisper back.

He starts passionately kissing. You start slipping your fingers in his hair as he does so, kissing him back. You've longed for this moment for six, dreaded long months.

You roll yourself on top of him and push yourself off of him. You stand in front of him and begin to undress. Elvis watches in awe of you. As you slip out of your panties, cock begins to tent in his pants.

"You missed me, E?" You ask.

"Can't you tell?" He asks back.

"Then why are your clothes still on?"

Without another thought, Elvis starts to unbutton his shirt and undo his belt. Pulling his pants down off of his hips, disposing them to the floor. His cock sits up long and hard before you. All the things you want to do his penis. All the things you've longed to do to his penis.

You bow in front of Elvis. Not allowing him to wait another moment to start to suck him off at the head of his cock. His head falls back, and he moans your name. You only do this for a few seconds until you get off of your knees. You gently climb on top of him until you both are face to face, kissing one another. Elvis rubs your back. Followed by your ass. Then, he slides his fingers in between your legs to your vaginal lips, gently stroking your clitorus. You indulge in the feeling a moment.

Then Elvis pumps his cock a few times, attempting to penatrate you. You stop him and whisper,

"I wanna play a game."

"What?" Elvis asks confused.

You crawl off of him, standing before him and repeat,

"I. Wanna. Play. A. Game."

Elvis, reluctant to your quips, answers you as he gently strokes the throbbing in his dick.

"What kind of a game, Y/N?"

"Hide and Go Seek. In the house. Naked."

Elvis, wide eye, pops his head up to look at you.

"A... w-what? Hide and seek in the house naked?" He answers.

You nod your head enthusiastically. The smile never leaves your face. You squeeze your legs at the thought of him catching you. It makes you wet.

"Y/N, baby. Garon? What if he needs us?"

"He's with his aunt. He'll be with her for the rest of the night."

"Mary? Nancy?"

"I gave them the night off. They helped me cook your welcome home dinner. They earned it."

"Dodger? Aunt Delta?"

"E, everyone is gone. Graceland is all ours for the evening. Surprise."

Elvis smirks to you with that infamous smirk that makes your heart gallop, your knees quiver, and pussy drips. Elvis sits up on the bed, looking at you like he could eat you alive.

"You have twenty seconds to hide before I stuff my dick so far up your pussy they hear you scream on Beale Street," Elvis says.

"That's only if you can catch me," you laugh, running out the door and down the stairs.

"One!" Elvis shouts, standing from the bed.

"Two! Three!" He continues to shout.

Elvis gets quiet as he starts searching the house for you. He walks downstairs, allowing the soft carpet to massage his bare feet. He quietly looks in the living room, and he even takes the extra steps to see if you're hiding in the music room. He'd love to fuck you on top of the piano.

He walks into the dining area and checks under the table. He makes way into the kitchen, silently searching for you. He rubs the ache in his dick, begging for a release only you can prove.

"Y/N?" He calls out to you. "Oh, Y/N. Where are you?" He asks.

He walks towards the Jungle Room, but there's still no sign of you. It doesn't make him mad. It only makes him want you more. He so enjoys the chase.

"Oh, you are so good at this, Y/N," he says. "I'm going to find you, and I'm going to fuck you so hard that you'll be begging me to stop."

You start to giggle but quietly move downstairs. Elvis heard you and ran to the sound of your voice.

"Baby, no cheating now. If you left the house, that's cheating. You want the public to see you. That beautiful, naked body of yours."

*ring* goes the phone.

Elvis looks at the phone confused. Who could be calling you and him right in the middle of your game. Hesitant, Elvis picks up the phone and answers.

"Hello?"

"I didn't leave the house," you say over the phone.

"Y/N, you naughty girl. You deserve a spankin'."

"Don't threaten me with a good time."

"Once I get my hands on you..."

"Talk is cheap, Presley."

"Tell me where you are."

"Where's the fun in that?" You answered him. "You're so close, E."

"Give me a hint."

"Well, there are six phones in the house. One in your study. The kitchen. The bedroom. The living room. And the other two are... E?"

Elvis goes quiet. Dead quiet to the point that it scares you. Then you realize he knows where you are!!! He knows you're downstairs! You drop the phone and try to make a run for it, but he grabs you as you get to the doorway. You yell with excitement.

You back away from him. You made him wait to pleasure you too long. He's sex deprived, hungry, and needy for you. You can see the lust in his eyes. Where the color of his eyes was once a clear blue, you now see a stormy dark gray.

"Now, E..." You say trying to calm him down.

"Silence," Elvis says, backing you up to the sofa.

You run away from him further into the den of the room, but he's right behind you. He grabs you and lays you face down on the sofa. He slaps your ass a few times cause moans to escape from your lips.

"Bad girl," Elvis says, through clinched teeth.

*smack*

"Making me wait to fuck you."

*smack*

"Not allowing me to take what's rightfully mine."

*smack*

"Awe!" Is all you can muster up.

The action makes you wetter. You start to hump the couch as another smack lands across your backside. Elvis has your hands where you can please yourself, so you fuck the sofa.

He forces his hand upon your ass once more, then he raises you ass in the air where you can't grind the sofa.

"Elvis, please," you beg.

"Elvis, please!" He mocks you, placing another smack to your rear end.

Then, without warning, he stuffs himself inside your pussy from behind. You let out such a moan at the penatration and pleasure that fulls you up. Holding your sides, he pounds his rock-hard dick inside with fervor. You delight in the feeling of being one with him.

With your hands free, you waste no time placing your fingers on your clit to work yourself into a frenzy. He pumps into you for a few minutes until he pulls out of you, turning you around to fuck you from the front.

He hungrily kisses your lips and makes his way down your neck. He takes his time going down to your breast, giving them special treatment. You moan at the sensation of his lips on your skin. They're like two plush clouds massaging you.

Elvis bites your left nipple causing you to scream. He looks at you with that devilish grin and licks the ache away. He sits up for a moment, and you take this opportunity to kiss him. You push him on his back, mounting his cock. He helps you line yourself up with his cock, and pulls you down to relieve the ache of pleasure. You both moan at the first stroke of each other.

You begin to ride his penis like you're on saddle back. You start slow at a slow trot and pick up the pace into a full gallop. Your heart has been racing since the beginning of your little game. But it's nothing compared to the way it races with Elvis inside you. You love this man so much.

He pushes himself inside you just right where he hits your g spot, and your moans fill the room. You are so blissed out from ecstasy that you tumble on top of him. He holds you closer than a toddler holds his or her teddy bear.

You both lay there quietly, just enjoying each other's company.

"Baby," Elvis says, "That was the best game of hide and seek I've ever played. I never knew running around Graceland naked could be such fun."

"Oh, I did, E. I knew," you say, wrapping his arm around you.

"So, what's the next game, Y/N?" He asks, kissing your head.

"I'm sure you'll think of something."

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3 Minutes and 3 Seconds

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Warnings: Typical COD violence, Incorrect information about Nymphs,

The One Where: Ghost Team pair up with a Nymph to take down a crime lord and his team at a Gala event

Pairing: Ghost x Fem!Reader

A/n: I know a lot about Nymphs and Greek Mythology I swear, i just put out somewhat false information for the sake of plot

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“Nymph, meet the Ghost Team, boys this is Nymph, she’s been leading the operation on Brühl for months now, so be respectful” Laswell said over the speakerphone.

Ghost team had re-grouped after their newest target Josiah Brühl made a deal with the Cartel in Mexico. Brühl was apparently not only making nuclear weapons under the table but also had created a drug that while does give you a high at first, overdosage was easy on it and killed you painfully from the inside.

“Nymph, Price and Ghost are in charge of this team, so while you’re leading this operation I still need you to play nice” Laswell said in a warning tone.

“Gosh fine mom, what’s next you’re gonna tell Osborn I’m bruising egos?” You reply sarcastically.

“Actually I’m about to call him-”

“Wait no I’m sorry I’ll play nice, please don’t tell Osborn” Laswell hangs the call up with a laugh making you sigh heavily.

“Is Osborn your superior?” Price asked.

“Osborn is my partner, he’s my hacker, and a really annoying one at that” You said causing everyone’s phones to go off at the same time with an annoying alarm. “Okay I’m sorry you’re a delight!” You yell taking your phone out of your pocket tossing it onto the table causing it to turn off along with everyone else’s.

“Osborn?” Soap leaned forward looking at your phone. A picture of you and Ossy appeared on the screen. He was sitting at his computer and you had your arms tossed over him winking at the camera.

“Ossy get off my phone” You said causing your phone to shut off. “He’s also a bit of a prankster” You inform as you grab your phone pocketing it.

“So they call you Nymph” Ghost states. You look up at him meeting his greasepaint gaze, you tilted your head to the side almost in familiarity and fondness.

“Yes sir” You state proudly. You loved your call sign.

“Why?” He asked curiously.

“My First mission out of basic training I was trailing an enemy ship underwater and I held my breath for 18 minutes before taking each person out one by one, second mission I was in a jungle taking out Russian-soldiers from the trees, third mission I was undercover at a Russian auction and they had ‘hired me’ to perform before the auction. My call sign was almost Siren because of that mission but Ossy recommended Nymph and my team associated that with me more. Nymphs are creatures of any aspect of nature and some are associated as Sirens, I’m a creature of whatever nature you put me in. I'm a nymph” You shrugged.

“Her most impressive mission was in the mountains of Serbia, caused an avalanche with just her voice taking down a terrorist group” Price said making you grin proudly.

“Do you usually work alone?” Rodolfo asked.

“Most of the time it’s just me and Osborn, but I have my own team that I usually lead. My captain, Castagnoli, mainly does solo missions so since I’m his Lieutenant I’m usually in charge, obviously when I’m solo as well Os is left in charge” You explain. The team is left with well impressions of you.

“If that’s all I’d like to regroup tomorrow so we can come up with a game plan, Brühl’s second in hand is throwing a Gala in a few days and I want us there” You state. Price nods his head gesturing for the boys to leave.

“Uh could one of you guys show Nymph to her room, it’s right down the hall from Vargas and Parra” Price said.

“Come with us preciosa, we got you” Alejandro said. You smile grabbing your bag following the two Mexican men out.

“We’re having dinner around 2000 if you wanna join us” Gaz offered as you all walked out the room.

“In the mess hall or out the base?” You asked.

“Out the base, there’s a nice grill down the road from the base” Soap added.

“Sure thing, I’ll meet you guys in the commons” You smile. The task force leaves you with the two Vaqueros to take you to your room.

The team waited for you in the commons. You walked in wearing normal jeans and a cropped hoodie with boots. You had your holster attached around your waist with a glock in it and your badge on a chain attached to your dog tags.

"You always walk around showing off your package?" Alejandro asked gesturing to your gun.

"You guys don't?" You asked causing everyone to lift their shirts showing the gun tucked into their jeans. "You all look like some sort of bootleg street gang walking around with your glocks in your pants" You teased causing Ghost and Price to lift their boots on a couch and show the small pistols they had on a holster in their boots. "Except for them"

xxx

"Tell me what I need to know" You said. You sat at the bar with Price while the rest of the boys had split off to either play pool or darts.

"Sergeant John 'Soap' MacTavish, he's pretty introverted at first but once he gets close to you outside the field he'll never shut up," Price starts gesturing to the Scott with a mohawk playing darts with Gaz.

"In the field though?" You ask

"He's very focused, will rarely talk outside of the mission and if he does, usually means he's nervous and needs to calm down. Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick, he's probably one of the most normal ones, typical extrovert but when it comes to business he gets down" Price said taking a sip of his drink.

"I'm assuming all your men do?" You asked.

"They're not all mine, Vargas and Parra are Vaqueros from Mexico, they're in the Mexican Army, came with some of their men after Brühl started working with one of the cartels down in Mexico. Alejandro is the Colonel of his team and Rodolfo is his second in command" Price explained. The two hispanic men were playing pool with Ghost, severely getting their asses handed to them by the Brit.

"What about skull face?" You asked.

"Ghost? Not much I'm allowed to tell you, you're gonna have to find that one out on your own" Price said.

You made eye contact with Ghost for a moment. You could swear that you recognize those eyes.

"His file didn't have his government name, is that classified?" You asked.

"Yes and no at the same time, it's hard to explain, like I said there's not much I'm allowed to tell you. Not because it's classified but out of respect to him, If anything you might get more information about him out of Soap" Price said. You hum to yourself eyeing the 6'2" British man.

You down the rest of your drink before jumping off the bar stool. Price watches as you make your way over to the pool table talking to the men there. Alejandro laughs setting a hand on your upper back, out of respect. Rodolfo hands you a cue stick making you smile as Ghost sets the table up.

"We doing teams?" You ask.

"You're on my team" Ghost states.

"You sure hermano? I don't mind teaming up con la princessa" Alejandro says his hand still on your back.

"I'm sure" Ghost says. You smile over at him as you lean over the table, you were breaking.

When it was Rodolfo's turn you stood back standing next to Ghost. You look up at him tilting your head as he looked down at you.

"Anyone tell you you have a staring problem" Ghost says.

"So do you" You say making him look away. "You have really pretty eyes" You tell him. He only hums in response making you smile.

You and Ghost won the first game easily. The two of you traded spots with Soap and Gaz the pair wanting to test their skill against the cowboys. You played a round of darts with Ghost, not much talking done and no one was really keeping score. Something about his presence though comforted you.

"Can you tell me anything about yourself Ghost?" You ask tossing a dart to the board hitting dead center. The game was pretty boring since you and Ghost both constantly got bullseyes.

"Did my file not tell you enough?" Ghost asked.

"I think we both know almost everything about you is redacted, should've just printed on black paper with the amount of black ink on those pages" You say.

"I could say the same for you Nymph" Ghost lifts the bottom of his mask to take a drink from his bourbon. You notice a small scar right at his jawline making you tilt your head. "You're staring again"

"Not sorry, you're very attractive" You smirk throwing your last dart before going to collect them.

"I'm wearing a balaclava, you think I'm attractive?" He asked.

"Got a problem with that LT?" You asked.

"Not at all Pet" Ghost says. You could hear the smirk from behind his mask. Your mind raced as you chuckled shaking your head

When the team regrouped to eat dinner you sat in between Rodolfo and Ghost.

"Why do you do so many solo missions Nymph?" Soap asked grabbing a chip from the basket in the center of the table.

"Less colateral, not to mention I lead a team of men so half the time the missions that are given to my Captain and I don't require a full team and are something one person can handle in a day or two, don't want to waste my boys' times when they could be at home with their families" You explain.

"So you drown yourself in work so your team can have breaks?" Gaz asked.

"I don't have a life outside of work," You shrug, "My parents were shit, they cut ties with their families, all my siblings are assholes, most of my friends lost contact after high school, so I decided to go into the workplace that kept me the most busy, and paid well" You say nonchalantly.

"What about your boys?" Price asked.

"My three sergeants are all married, one of them has a family, pretty big one too, I try to bother him the least, one of them only married so his partner could get benefits but they're good, the third one is freshly married so I want him to spent time with his girl. As for my private he pretty much lives on base training unless I need him. I guess you could say he's my padawan" You smile taking a drink from your whiskey sour.

"Padawan?" Gaz asked.

"Star Wars? You know? Jedi- Padawan" You say. All the boys shake their heads. "None of you have seen star wars? Oh we're fixing that later" You tell them.

"So how did you and Osborn meet?" Alejandro asked.

"I met him not too long after getting out of basic training, purely by luck him and I met online on some game before meeting in person. He’s the one that put in a good word for me to my Captain. I was one of the first people in the Underground Team” You explained.

“You guys are called the Underground team?” Gaz asked.

“We deal with a lot of lesser known crimes, too advance for the FBI not advance enough for you guys, we work with the CIA a lot” You explained.

“You- little Nymph, are a very impressive lassie” Soap says festering to you with his drink before taking a sip for it. You smile tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Thank you, that means a lot coming from someone like you” Yoh tell him.

“Someone like me, Bonnie look around, you’re just as badass as us, very rarely do we go on solo missions taking out men twice our size, I mean Ghost right there is over a foot taller than you probably and I don’t doubt you could take him out before any of us could react” Soap said. Ghost tilted his head at the Scott causing the man to shut his mouth. You chuckle looking at the masked man next to you who looked down at you before he reached for his drink lifting his mask slightly.

“I don’t doubt it either L/n” Ghost says softly to you before taking a sip of his drink.

xxx "Courtesy of Osborn these are everyone's new identities, I want you to memorize them front to back, Alejandro and Rodolfo are brothers from mexico, you guys are supposed customers of the cartel and want to buy the new drug. Gaz you can do an american accent so you're a tourist that caught wind of the drug and want some. Soap and Price you guys want weapons" You said handing out the files. "Ghost, since you're faceless you're my bodyguard, I am a german crime lord and I want my hands on both the drug and the weapons"

"I thought you've interacted with Brühl and his men before" Soap said.

"I have, plenty of times" You stated.

“So Brühl and his team know what you look like?” Ghost asked “Oh baby,” you said in a patronizing voice, “Don’t you know Nymphs can change their appearances?” you chuckle.

The day of the mission the entire team met up at the air strip where a plane was waiting for them.

The men all waited for you seeing as you were the last one left. Soap was the first to see you stopping what he said as he smacked the person nearest to him which happened to be Ghost, and caught everyone’s attention.

You wore an elegant black gown with lace sleeves and a slit up to your upper thigh. You had black strappy heels and silver jewelry to compliment the look. Your makeup while to most would seem simple you definitely looked different the usual, and the dark lace front wig you wore with a beautiful hairstyle definitely helped your change in appearance.

“Just to be sure you’re Nymph right?” Gaz asked making you giggle.

“Yes, glad to see you all clean up nicely” You smile.

Alejandro and Rodolfo both wore matching white suits. Alejandro had red accents while Rodolfo had blue. Price had settled for a normal black and white suit while Soap wore a black dark green set with a black shirt. Gaz had a dark blue set and appropriately enough, Ghost wore an all black suit matching your all black attire.

“Hey Lieutenent, wear this” You said tossing him a black mask. The Lieutenant gave you a funny look until you placed a black fedora on his head before boarding the plane.

“Hey look, we’re matching” Gaz said gesturing to the blue fedora he had on. Ghost rolled his eyes following after you the rest of the team on his trail.

“Here’s the game plan, all of us have to arrive separately from each-other in about 10-30 minute intervals. Ghost and I will go in last due to Brühls men knowing me if anything goes wrong at least all of you will be in there. Rodolfo y Alejandro I want you two to go in first. Soap you go in after them then Gaz then Price. This is a gala that’s open to the public so be careful with what you say, we don’t wanna cause any harm to civilians we just want Brühl, his second in command Morgenthau, and the Cartel leader Torres, we need at least all three of them alive. Now is everyone strapped?” You asked.

All of them men flashed you their concealed weapons. Price had his tucked into the suit the black gun blending it with the tuxedo. Alejandro and Rodolfo had their tucked into their waist under the vest and suit jacket. Gaz and Soap both had theirs on a holster around their ankle causing you to look over at Ghost. He lifted up his pant leg showing you the gun on his ankle. He opened his suit jacket showing the gun he had blending in with his inner suit and opened his vest showing the collection of knives he had in here along with the two he had tucked up his sleeve held in place firmly by his gloves.

“I like this one” You smile gesturing to the man sitting across from you.

“You packing too hermosa?” Rodolfo asked. You moving the slit of your dressed to your covered thigh showing the assortment of knife and the one gun you held.

“Not to mention the amount of shit I can stuff in this dress” You said pulling out a taser, a knife, a lighter, and handcuffs.

“I want to say that’s kinky but I’m a little scared” Alejandro says making you smile.

“Everyone remember their names and identities?” You ask putting away everything you had concealed.

"Yes Ma'am" Everyone said nodding their heads. You look over at Ghost who gives your a nod.

When you guys landed you each took separate cars to the gala. While you drove Ghost changed into the mask and fedora you had given him. You looked away when he took off his balaclava out of respect but couldn't help but ask.

"We know each other don't we?" You asked.

"Come again?" Ghost asked.

"You're the only one on the team that knows my name Ghost, cause I know damn well that my file redacted my government name. Not to mention I recognize those beautiful eyes anywhere" You smile glancing over at him not that he had put on the black mask and hat. Some of his dirty blonde hair peaked under the bottom of the hat making you grin as you look back at the road.

"Yeah we do know each other" Ghost said after a beat of silence.

“We were in basic training together, when we first started”

“I remember, you were one of the fastest to complete the obstacle course” He says.

“Yeah, you were really impressive too, it’s no surprise you ended up here”

"I could say the same for you, working solo missions, leading teams, you were made for that" Ghost said making you blush. When you parked at the Gala event Ghost got out first opening your car door for you. He held his hand out taking the keys from you before helping you exit the car. He pulls you closer to him pressing your chest against his.

"It's good to see you again Simon" You said softly running your hand to the back of his neck.

"I could say the same to you Y/n" You could hear a smile in the way he spoke.

"Nymph we're in, where are you and Ghost" Price said over the comms.

"Walking in now" You said. The two of you went through security and put your names into the guest list before entering the ballroom. At the front was a grand stage where a small band was performing.

"Tell me what you know" You said with a smile as you grabbed a champagne glass from a waiter.

"All the men with name badges that are gold are men of Brühl's, you missed it but Morgenthau was just on stage earlier before leaving through the double doors behind the stage with Torres" Gaz said.

"Any sign of Brühl?" You asked

"No Ma'am" Soap responds

"Probably hiding in the back" Ghost said.

"He is, I got two addresses already on locations for me to pick up some weapons, Brühl said he and his men would meet me there on the condition that I showed up with my men" Price said holding up a card that you saw from across the room before he tucked it into his suit.

"Rudy and I already have a meeting with them in about 15 minutes to get some drugs, you guys just have to get the weapons and we can get the rest of our men down here" Alejandro said. You watched as Rodolfo smiled and shook hands with one of Brühl's men before the soldier walked into the backroom. Alejandro and Rodolfo looked over at you nodding.

"There's not that many men out here, I reckon we can take all of them out while Vargas and Parra are in the back" Soap says.

"I can take the three by the side" Ghost says

"I have my eye on the two by the stage" Soap says.

"Calm yourselves boys, I don't doubt there's more around here somewhere, have some fun and mingle with the guests while I think of something" You said handing Ghost your champagne glass before walking into the dance floor.

Ghost wasn't too far behind you after dropping the glass with a random waiter. Right as the song changed you felt Ghost grab your hand his other landing on your waist.

"What are you doing LT?" You asked

"Blending in, mingling," Ghost stated plainly.

"This feels familiar" You chuckle softly.

"Lucky, how come Ghost gets to dance with Nymph" Soap whines as he invited a random girl to the dance floor. Gaz and Price follow as the five of you watch Alejandro and Rodolfo get invited into the back. Ghost notice you tense up as you quickly start looking around.

"Calm down, you'll get us caught boss" Ghost whispers in your ear. Somehow the way he pressed himself closer to you did manage to not only calm you down, but your attention was focused on him.

Those pretty eyes you first saw your first day of basic training after he had pinned you to the ground but offered you a hand up. The same eyes that looked up at you when he was lying at the end of the obstacle course out of breath while you had barely broken a sweat. The same pretty eyes you lost in the crowded as Osborn had finally taken you under his wing and took you away to join him.

"Osborn" You said as you looked up on the stage. There you saw Osborn, in a grey suit softly singing while playing the guitar at the front of a band of CIA agents. You caught his eyes causing him to smirk at you and nod down. You catch the black fairy brooch on his suit making you look around.

"I have a plan" You said dragging Ghost off the dance floor.

"What where are we-"

"I need all my eligible bachelors to find a girl wearing a black fairy brooch, they're Osborn's girls" You smile.

"You work with Osborn?" You heard Soap ask the girl he was dancing with. You heard a giggle in response as Soap left the dance floor. Just as the song ended Price and Gaz had both found girls with Fairy brooches.

"We got the drugs, and we heard your orders ma'am, Alejandro and I got ourselves two lovelies fairies" Rodolfo said.

"Good, now pretend to be drunk and take your girls into a private area, but make sure guards see and follow you guys" You said as you start giggling and dragging Ghost with you. You caused him to bump into one of the two guards posted by the front doors as you dragged him thought a set of double doors into an empty staircase where another guard was posted at the second level. "Watch out for more guards in your private areas" You whispered leaning against the wall pulling Ghost closer to you.

Ghost pinned you to the wall both hands on either side of your head.

"This feels increibly familiar don't you think" Ghost whispers in your ear causing a shiver to go down your spine.

"Nostalgic even" You respond your arms going to his shoulders and down his chest.

"Hey you can't be in here" The guard in the second level shouted as he came down the stairs. The doors behind Ghost opened as both guard had followed you and Ghost.

"We got them Private" One of the guards said as you giggle pulling Simon closer to you lifting your right leg up to his hip. His hand crawled up your thigh while yours went into his vest.

"Not yet" You whined in a whisper, as if it was cue for Ghost.

"Hey get out of-"

Ghost shoved the guard off him causing the private to come down the stairs. You mounted the private's shoulders with ease leaning forward flipping him off the stairs pulling taser out of your dress pressing it to his throat. You threw Ghost's knife at one guard before he could grab his weapon causing him to drop his gun and walkie. Ghost bashed his head into the railing knocking him out cold before he put the last one in a choke hold until he passed out.

"I think he's out Pet" Ghost chuckles looking down at you as you still had a taser pressed to the Private's neck.

"Oops" You giggle.

"Nymph and I took down three" Ghost said helping you off the ground.

"Only three? Psh I got seven" Soap said cockily.

"I saw, the fairy did most of the work, lets just say she can't come out to the dancefloor without getting some stares" Gaz said.

"i was going to say minimal death cause Ghost and I only knocked our men out" You said taking Ghost back out to the dance floor.

"We knocked them out with our girls" Alejandro said. You watched him grabbing a drink with the girls his arm wrapped around the faerie's waist.

"No my girl drew blood, but she's wearing red so it's okay" Gaz said. You watched him dabbing a paper on his fairies dress causing you to chuckle.

"Mine is bloody as well," Price said meeting up with Soap, both farie's wearing the task force's jackets.

"Men, meet the Black Faires, Osborn's own personal team of assassins" You said walking up to Alejandro and Rodolfo and their farries. The rest of the team walked up to you guys all of you grouping around the buffet tables.

"We need a distraction so you guys can all invade Brühl and his men in to the back" You said grabbing a glass of champagne.

"Did you forget we still have guards on the main floor" Price said.

"We have more farie's sir" His Black Fairy said gesturing to the fairy brooch she wore.

"Here Boss, lay your plan out to Osborn and The Fairies. You men, need to wear these, so the other girls don't try to kill you" Alejandro's Fairy handed you a comm as she took fairy brooches out of her clutch.

"Pretty" Soap compliments. Ghost just sighs heavily as he clips the brooch to his suit.

"Anymore stupid things I have to wear?" He asked making you smack him.

"Fairies will kill you Si, watch your mouth" You said earning weird looks from the men.

"Okay team, here's the plan" You said into the comm the fairy had given you, "Osborn and Black Fairies, I want you to meet the Ghost Team, they're the only men besides Ossy wearing fairy brooches so everyone else you see as a threat is free game. We need to take down Brühl and his men tonight. Ghost, Alejandro and Rodolfo stay on the floor. I want the rest of Ghost Team and their fairies to take down the backroom behind the stage, fairies you scout the rest of the building for anymore threats. We have Vaqueros and Bravo Soldiers on their way here in less than 10 minutes waiting for my cue to come in but under no circumstance can we disturb the civilians" You said.

"Sorry Boss but we're gonna need a distraction to get those boys into the backroom" A random fairy said over the comm. You looked around quickly before looking at Osborn on the stage. He makes eye contact with you glancing down at the violin on its stand.

“I can give you 3 minutes and 3 seconds” You said with a smile pulling out the handcuffs from your dress handing them to a fairy.

“What the hell does that mean?” Ghost asked.

“3 minutes take it or leave it” You said taking off the comm. You grab his hand leading him to the stage.

“I mean I usually last way more than 3 minutes but I guess I’ll take it” He shrugs making you laugh as you gesture for the team to split up and take their positions.

"Do what you do best Ghost" You said pulling black Balaclava out from your dress. He takes the fedora off putting on the balaclava before taking off the other mask.

"Everyone ready?" You asked

"Ready" You heard a chorus of men say.

Osborn smiles grabbing your hand leading you onto the stage catching the audience's attention. Osborn hands you a violin and you take if gracefully before walking up to the mic. You watch as all the men are in position Faerie's waiting for the cue to leave the main ballroom area.

Your eyes drop down to Ghost who's still next to the stage slowly backing away as you mute the comm in your ear as to not kill them. Without another word you place the bow down on the strings striking the first chords, the pianist accompanying you as Osborn and the others distract the audience into clapping along.

"Years ago, when I was younger,

I kinda liked a boy I knew" You sang into the mic with a wide grin on your face. "He was mine, and we were sweethearts, that was then, but then it's true"

"I'm in love with a fairytale Even though it hurts 'Cause I don't care if I lose my mind I'm already cursed" You belted before lifting the violin up once again. You had the crowded so enamoured that no one noticed the numerous guards being taken down and dragged off. Ghost himself almost forgot to stay on task if it wasn't for you smiling over at him as you played the violin.

xxx

"Fuck you Simon" You spat as the two of you stood out in the rain.

"You already did Pet" Simon argues

"One job, I asked you to do one simple job, I was leading that team, It was my turn but no, Big Bad Simon Riley can't stand taking orders from a girl" You said sarcastically while punching his chest.

"Its not taking orders from a girl that I have a problem with sweetheart, it's taking orders from you"

"Why, why is it so hard for you to listen to me, the rest of the team had no problem doing it" You ask pushing your mess of wet hair out of your face.

"How am I supposed to take orders from the same woman who quivers at my touch, everytime you're in a position of power sweetheart I just think of how you whimper every time I have my hands on you" Simon smirks causing you to turn beat red. You bite back a grin before you crack and start chucking.

"You horny mother fucker" You giggle

"What can I say love, you bring it out. I'm sorry I didn't listen to your orders, I prom ise from now on when you're in charge I am but your most loyal guard"

xxx

"I'm in love with a fairytale Even though it hurts 'Cause I don't care if I lose my mind I'm already cursed" You smile widely as you continue with the violin. All the guards out in the dancefloor had been taken care of along with some cartel members Alejandro and Rodolfo recognized from the backroom. Ghost stood to the side of the audience admiring you as everyone completely ignored whatever violence could be heard from the backroom.

"He's a fairytale, yeah Even though it hurts 'Cause I don't care if I lose my mind I'm already cursed" You finished off with the violin before dramatically dropping your arms with a bright smile. The audience cheers as you turn your comms back on. You smile kissing your hand as Osborn goes to help you off the stage. Ghost reaches you quickly holding a hand out for you. You grin taking it walking down the steps of the stairs. You whip your phone out of your dress dialing Laswell's number as you walk into the backroom with the three men.

"Bring 'em in, we got them" You told Laswell with a proud grin as you still gracefully held onto Ghost.

"Hündin" Josiah spits at you.

"Tschüss dummer Junge" You blow him a kiss as Bravo Team enters from all different kinds of doors taking away Josiah, Torres, and their men. You sigh feeling like a big weight was lifted off your shoulders.

"So, you two have some explaining to do" Soap says gesturing to you and Ghost.

"Hündin, saug meinen schwanz," You say.

xxx

"You were amazing up there" Simon said handing you a drink. You two sat in an empty corner of a bar the team celebrating the big win tonight. Most of you all were still in the attire you wore to the gala, yourself included.

"You were amazing yourself, you didn't even need the full 3 minutes" You smirk. Simon chuckles tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"I still promise you I can last much longer than 3" Simon says

"I believe you soldier, can't count the amount of nights I've stayed up thinking about the hours of sleep I lost from your stamina" You say resting your hand on his forearm.

"I missed you Nymph"

"I missed you more Ghost"

"Think my new callsign should be Fairytale, Pet, judging by that little performance you put on for me" Simon teases

"Im your dreams Ghost" You laugh. Simon only chuckles winking at you as he takes a sip from his drink, you followed the action shaking your head as the sour drink goes down your throat.

"C'mon, let's beat the boys at pool again" You giggle getting up from your seat.

"After this" Simon grabs your bicep pulling you into the hallway the bathrooms were in.

He lifts his mask just above his nose grabbing you by the back of your neck. He hold you there for a moment, your breaths mingling together before he finally pulls you into him locking his lips with yours. He pushes himself closer to you trapping you between him and the wall. You feel his tongue brush against your bottom lip but you didn't give in until you felt his hand crawling up your bare thigh squeezing just above your holster. You moan as your hand goes down his chest undoing the first few buttons before you lightly pushed him away chuckling at your smeared lipstick. You glanced at the clock behind him giggling.

"Best 3 minutes and 3 seconds of my damn life, right Lieutenant?" You asked pulling him back to you.

"Damn right Lieutenant" Simon chuckles pulling you into another fiery kiss.

[steve-hen-grant]

Moon boys at Disney World 🌙🎠

✨ Headcanons because I want to meet Mr Knight in Disneyland all the time. Wanna make a part 2 to cover these 80s dudes’ response to Galaxies edge alone-

♘ Steven is in the hall of American Presidents.

♘ Marc is holding Jake back in the head space, probably because this is Steven’s third go around.

♘ Marc goes on Space mountain. Jake then also gets a turn on space mountain. Then Marc. Then Jake again.

♘ Marc is keen on a Mickey bar. Steven is not since they aren’t dairy free.

♘“Mate, Cmon, get a classic dole whip! It’s pineapple!”

♘ “Don’t worry buddy, It’s not a real mouse,” as he unwraps his ice cream.

♘ Jake refuged in the Haunted Mansion to get away from the colors.

♘ Steven dragged him out to meet Mary Poppins

♘ All three enjoy taking turns to eat a fancy grilled cheese in Epcot (The ones they serve with a literal can of tomato soup? They think it’s hilarious.)

♘ Steven gets brave enough for the TRON legacy ride. The guys are cheering him on. As soon as the operator gives a thumbs up- Marc has been elected to the front.

♘ Steven is inside the Epcot ball and anticipates the ancient history section.

♘ Marc likes the stars section.

♘ Jake likes the part where the shuttle goes backwards and feels like laying down.

♘ Jake finds Test Track. You already know.

♘ VRROOOOOOOMMMMMM

♘ The guys Hype up Steven to try Rock n’ Roller coaster. He’s in and just as he starts to push Marc to the front- the ride GOES.

♘ and he LOVED it.

♘ The moon boys are hyping Steven on as he buys a round (1) of lightsaber churros.

♘ Marc appreciated the Aerosmith.

… ♘ Jake is figuring out how to get a vehicle this fast

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

SPACE CADET REPORTING FOR DUTY IN THE SUPER-SEVENTIES -- READY FOR TAKE OFF.

PIC INFO: Spotlight on Lemmy Kilmister of British Space rock band HAWKWIND, performing live in 1974, St. Louis, USA, during Hawkwind's "Hall of the Mountain Grill" North American tour. 📸: David W. Lawwrence.

Source: https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Lemmy-1974-Hawkwind.png.

[mariacallous]

The collapse of the Afghan state amid the United States’ withdrawal in 2021 gifted the new Taliban government with more than $7 billion worth of U.S. military equipment. Afghanistan’s new overlords suddenly found themselves with fleets of Humvees, mountains of machine guns, and forests of radars and satellite dishes. The vast hardware hoard also included dozens of aircraft: a motley mix of Hind and Blackhawk helicopters, cargo planes, and close air support props.

Before the Taliban even had time to inventory their new arsenal, Egyptian filmmaker Ibrahim Nash’at arrived in Kabul. From his home in Berlin, he had seen the scenes of civilians storming Kabul’s international airport in a desperate attempt to flee, and he had managed to obtain permission to come to Afghanistan and film. But his plan—to record the suffering of ordinary Afghans—was swiftly dashed. Accompanied by a Taliban minder at all times and forbidden to film anyone other than a Taliban commander and his men, Nash’at was forced to switch tack. That commander happened to be Mawlawi Mansour, the Taliban fighter in charge of creating a new Taliban air force from the equipment and pilots who were left behind.

Under orders from Mansour, Nash’at became the unexpected chronicler of a high-profile facet of Afghanistan’s regime change. The result is Hollywoodgate, a 90-minute documentary named after the sprawling U.S. base in Kabul, where the Taliban created their new air force after U.S. forces fled. In a total of seven months in the new Afghanistan and assisted only by a lone translator, Nash’at shot 220 hours of footage, later culled down with a team of five producers and nine Afghan translators. Overcoming his subjects’ extreme suspicion, Nash’at managed eventually to blend into Taliban meetings, inspections, and military missions, becoming so invisible that his subjects forgot about his camera and relaxed.

Mansour takes command of the former U.S. air base and immediately sets to work. He inspects his new force and is impressed by the scale of U.S. resources. But he is appalled by their Spartan aesthetics; “plant some trees here” is a constant command to scurrying subordinates as Mansour strides across the base. Taliban conversations show a sudden inversion: Off-screen holdouts against the new regime are “the insurgents” opposed by “our special forces.”

For Mansour’s men, the order of the day is repairing aircraft, many of which were purposely disabled by departing U.S. forces. After a perfunctory grilling, a handful of pilots from the old Afghan air force are welcomed into the new force. (Many others had fled with their aircraft to neighboring countries.) Training new Taliban pilots will take time, but Mansour gets a course up and running, his lecturers aided by a cardboard mock-up of a cockpit.

Women are immediately pushed to the margins of the new Afghanistan. With a whiff of amusement at their past effrontery, Mansour dictates that women in his ministry may return to work, but only if they are veiled. His own wife, he brags to his staff, is a doctor, but he restricted her to the home upon marriage.

The mood among Mansour’s future Taliban airmen is upbeat. We see low-ranking fighters exulting in their victory over the Americans and “the Jews.” An ambitious lieutenant is showered in confetti to celebrate his acceptance into the new air force academy. A gleeful door guard flags every comrade passing him in the hall with his U.S.-made M-4 rifle—the cocktail of frivolity and danger that characterizes many an insurgency or militia in the poorest parts of the world.

At times, the new overlords can verge on endearing. Mansour and his men visit the base’s well-appointed gym, where one Talib struggles to press a pair of dumbbells above his head. The boss steps on a treadmill and happily plods along, ordering one sent to his home “to make my belly smaller.”

I witnessed a very similar scene when I was deployed to Afghanistan as a U.S. Marine more than a decade ago. When we handed over a coalition patrol base to one of the Afghan government’s paramilitary forces, the incoming commander breezed by the fortifications, operations center, and mess hall. But a derelict elliptical trainer in our sandy outdoor gym fascinated him. He hopped aboard with a big grin and churned away, to the bemusement of the handful of watching Marines.

Outside the tight circle in which he was permitted to film, Nash’at was far less welcome, he told me in an interview this summer. In his wordless brushes with Afghan civilians, he felt indicted by their stares. He was convinced that they saw him as an Arab propagandist—a voyeur who had come to Afghanistan to see and celebrate the Taliban’s triumph.

Despite the restrictions placed on him as an outsider, Nash’at managed to get glimpses of ordinary Afghan life. Children occasionally appear onscreen, and we get a sense of the extent to which they have been formed and traumatized by a lifetime of war. Hanging on a tow ring of a hulking mine-resistant vehicle, one boy in a camouflage shalwar kameez mumbles that he will “take a weapon and kill you all.”

After months of maintenance, training, and reorganization, Mansour gets his triumph. Toward the end of Nash’at’s filming, the Taliban stage a military parade for their own men and a handful of Russian, Chinese, and Iranian dignitaries. After a show of marching infantry, armored vehicles, and a battalion intended for suicide bombing on motorcycles, Hinds and Blackhawks fly past the grandstand. It’s a successful first operation for the Taliban’s new air force, even if the fly-by is bit too fast for Mansour’s liking.

In the film’s final scene, Mansour is seen on his cell phone berating an official at the Tajikistan Defense Ministry for harboring the Taliban’s enemies. Nash’at told me he believes that many Taliban have aims beyond Afghanistan’s borders. One high-ranking leader told him, “I can’t wait until we conquer Egypt.” The Taliban believe they and their forebears have turned Afghanistan into the graveyard of empires, defeating the British Empire, the Soviet Union, and now the United States. One fighter exults that “with American weapons we will rule the world!”

Whatever their intentions, the film also leaves viewers skeptical of the Taliban’s ability to wield meaningful military power. Like many journalists since then, Nash’at immediately picked up on the boredom among the Taliban fighters that followed on the heels of military victory. While negotiating Kabul’s traffic in a sedan just weeks after the city’s fall, one of Mansour’s lieutenants tells the filmmaker that he already longs for war: the return of the Americans, 500 bullets, and martyrdom. Late in the film, an enthusiastic crowd of Taliban tries to pile into an aircraft for a VIP test flight and are beaten off with curses by Mansour’s men. Afghanistan’s new rulers are likely to have their hands full just keeping discipline among their own former fighters.

Nash’at likened the realities of governing after fighting to coming down from a narcotic high. Building a bureaucracy seems much harder work than winning a war. Staff meetings and wrangling over budgets are a poor substitute for ambushes and assaults. Early in the film, one Talib waxes nostalgic for the life of an insurgent, showing Nash’at the cave he and a few other men took refuge in.

Despite his fear and disgust of the Taliban, Nash’at believes that the West should engage them. He said that if they are ignored, they will act out for the world’s attention, to the detriment of their own people and the region. But he harbors no illusions that such engagement will yield swift changes in the character of the Taliban.

With Hollywoodgate, now streaming after a limited theatrical release, Nash’at may not have made the film he originally set out to make. The suffering of the Afghan people was walled off from him. The Taliban’s strictures confined him to a narrow lane and, as he notes in an introductory voice-over, to the story they wanted to tell the world. But if the Taliban thought that they had put Nash’at on a short enough leash to force him to produce a piece of propaganda for the new regime, they were mistaken, too.

After Mansour’s air show, Taliban secret police demanded that Nash’at come to their office and show them all of his footage. As he told IndieWire in an interview, he knew then that his work was done: “I was filming the transformation of a militia into a military regime, and I realized at that moment the transformation was complete.” Through empathy, patience, and not a little audacity, Nash’at succeeded in capturing a story of Afghan nation-building—but a far different one than almost any Westerner could have imagined 20 years before.

[catierambles]

He stopped the truck alongside hers, seeing her sitting in the bed with the gate down, legs dangling. A fishing pole was in her hands and she tugged on it from time to time. He knew fishing, did it a lot with his pops and grandpops back home, but the middle of a desert was an odd place for it.

"Whatcha doin'?" He asked, walking over and leaning against the truck. "Motorpool said you grabbed keys and headed off."

"Felt like doing a bit of fishing." She said, "My aetherometer indicated this was a good spot." He didn't know what that was.

"I know they look like waves, darlin', but they ain't."

"It's called Dunefishing." She said, still tugging on the line, "Something I learned back home."

"Dunefishin'." He sounded unconvinced. "You catch anythin'?"

"Not yet." She said, "But I'm patient."

"Come on, let's head back to camp. We'll get you in shade and get some water in ya."

"I'm not heat delirious, Seth, I've done this before."

"Uh huh." He was still unconvinced. "Either way, it ain't safe to--" The line suddenly pulled taut and she yanked on the pole, hopping down from the bed. "Must be a piece of trash."

"Trash doesn't move." She said, her voice straining and he could see the line moving back and forth where it disappeared under the sand. "Thal's guilded halls, it's strong." She yanked back hard and his face dropped as something came flying out of the dunes with a spray of sand. It flopped onto the ground in front of them, jumping and wriggling and she grabbed her fish lip gripper, taking hold of it before it could vanish beneath the sand again.

"Jesus Christ!" He exclaimed. It was mostly teeth and spines, it's round, fat body fighting against the tool. One good stab with a knife and the wriggling stopped. "That's been under the sand this whole time!?"

"Seems like." She stabbed it with another instrument, this one looking like a syringe.

"What's it been eatin'?"

"You see any insects or lizards?" She asked, giving him a pointed look. "Based on the teeth, this is definitely a meat eater. Wouldn't be surprised if it also took care of any bodies that dropped out here."

"So there's more than one?"

"Absolutely." She said, "This area is thick with earth aspected aether, probably what keeps it alive under the sand. Spines help it move quickly, like it was moving through water." She snorted as he hopped up on the wheel of the truck. "It's fine, Seth. We're a bit too big and active for them."

"But what if it ain't the only things down there?" He asked. "What if there's like...big ones?"

"Sandworms?" She offered and he nodded, "Probably closer the mountains where they can make their burrows. Would need something a bit bigger than this pole and lure to catch one of those." The instrument chirped at her and she looked at it. "No poisons or toxins in it's flesh."

"So it's edible?"

"There's always a bigger fish."

"That don't make me want to get down any more." He said and she snorted again.

"How about I catch a few more and we'll grill them up?" She suggested and he gave the creature a long look before shrugging. He'd try anything at least once.

[little-pup-pip]

Just curious, what requests do you have in your queue/to do currently? If you're ok with saying it that is :]

Oh boy, that's a bigger question than last time someone asked! I have over 200 waiting requests at this point!! Because of that this got very very long, so I put the rest under the cut! Like last time, this is in order of how recently I received the request, and doesn't mean I'm too busy to take new requests!!

Ibara saegusa (enstars)

Monochrome oranges cats and angels

Gloomy bear

Another rockruff (maybe)

Cult of the lamb (specifically the lamb)

Llewellyn Watts (Murdoch Mysteries)

Jake (trailer park warlock)

Cult of the lamb (pet dreaming themed)

Bear therian

Selkie

Ice bear (we bare bears)

Tubbo (maybe)

Snow leopard

Pink

Australian shepherd (pupre)

Cassie (fnaf: ruin)

Draik (neopets)

The rainbow fish

Black kitten + space

Pumpkin head (maybe, needs more research)

Alice in wonderland

Sheep

Someone's OC Avery & siblings

Gothic

Star catcher (MLP)

Masc version of my druid board

Scrooge CG (2009 film)

Beetlejuice

Superstar daycare (fnaf)

1950s + ocean

Pandas + light purple and black

Dandelions

Willy wonka CG (recent movie)

Maki Harukawa (Danganronpa)

Kidcore Halloween + pumpkin puppy Webkinz

Fruit bat

Mermaid

Pastel purple + pandas

Robocar Poli

Brown, lime green and forest green puppy

Weird Barbie CG

Shiny Vaporeon

Where the wild things are

Squid

Dylan (the magic roundabout)

Conner CG (Detroit become human)

Mitsuri kanroji (demon slayer)

Minecraft mooshrooms

Sharks or wolves (haven't decided)

Hot Wheels

Miffy

Fox

Sharks

Zombies

Vincent (dead plate)

Vintage kitty dreaming

Deadpool

Shane CG (stardew valley)

Wolf pup

Celestia and Luna (MLP)

Soft blue and yellow

Pascal (animal crossing)

Pastel blue and pink

Batman CG

Ram

Osamu dazai (bungo stray dogs)

Dylan (the quarry)

Rain/nature + white rabbits

Ox

Penguin + dinosaur

Noah (total drama island)

Vision CG (marvel)

Light blue

Bumble bees + lavender

Yellow + ducks

Bearded vulture

Barn owl

Queen barb (trolls world tour)

Oliver (vocaloid)

Light green light brown and beige

Mind (Chonny Jash/CCCC)

Cinnamoroll + emu otori (project sekai)

Yellow+ chicks and puppy stuffies

Seam CG (deltarune)

Plants vs zombies

Viktor (arcane)

Queen of trash CG (Elmo goes to grouch land)

John Constantine (Justice League Dark)

Aziraphale (good omens)

Scenecore

Musa (winx club)

Leap frog

Hyper feminine puppy

Crow + black cat

Totodile + bodies of water

Bees

Sackboy (Little Big Planet) and or My Melody

Baby crocodile

Animal crossing

Pastel kitten

Doki doki literature club

Keralis (Hermitcraft, maybe)

90s grunge

Tula tones (novi stars)

Eevee + dragons

Kitten + stars

Ratchet (rescue bot academy)

Pastel shark

Mikan Tsumiki (Danganronpa)

Mushrooms

Grey + Ross federman youtooz

Sparkly dragon

Blue and purple + puppies

Ducks + alt/Gothic lean

Cinnamoroll

Shadow (sonic)

Jellyfish

Boyfriend.xml (Friday night funkin')

Puppet (fnaf)

Golden retriever + yellow and blue

Bernese mountain dog

Strawberries

Genshin impact

Len or Miku

Toothless (httyd)

Eddworld

Donnie (rise of the tmnt)

The princess and the grilled cheese sandwich

Pastel goth princess

SpongeBob

Karako Pierot (hiveswap)

Young Michael Afton

Soft fox

Great pyrenees + farm

Ike eveland

Invader Zim + neon green

Julius Caesar (Octavian, night at the museum, waiting until March for this one)

Scorpion

Vampire squid

Golden retriever (again, lol)

Cats + playing outside

Border Collie

Tiger

Argos CG (World of Mr. Plant) 

Pochacco

Mortal Kombat

marble cross fox/forest/fantasy (I'm figuring this one out still)

Puppy + SpongeBob

characters from Project Sekai, Hoshino Ichika, Mochizuki Honami, Akiyama Mizuki and Kusanagi Nene.

Baby vulture

Frog with more fem themes

Rain world/slugcat

Dark academia/cottagecore

Border Collie

Modded smash hit rooms

Crying child (fnaf)

Agent Smith CG (the matrix)

Katamari

Enjolras (les miserable)

Rolfe DeWolfe CG (Rockafire Explosion)

Bugbo

Slime rancher

Puppet (fnaf)

CosMc's

Parado (Kamen Rider)

Tally hall

Gordon (all engines go)

Spinel (Steven universe)

Cater diamond (twisted wonderland)

Rockabilly (probably)

Felix Lee

Jing yuan CG (Hsr)

Charles Xavier CG (X-Men)

Toki wartooth (metalocalypse)

Naoto Shirogane (persona 4)

Kitoto (I don't know what he's from)

17th century dutch

Sirena von boo (monster high)

Jake (miss peregrines home for peculiar children)

Minecraft

Sees behind trees

Allay (Minecraft, I think)

Spinosaurus screenshots or products

Tecchou (Bungo Stray Dogs)

Barbara (genshin impact)

Tasmanian devil

Spamton CG (deltarune)

Spinosaurus

Grunge + lop eared bunnies

Yume-Nikki

Daxter (jak and daxter)

Madness combat for puppies

James Sunderland (silent Hill)

Shirokuma (Danganronpa)

Leo (IDW comic)

[fangirlingfromdownunder]

Comfort in a House in the Mountains

Summary - Part 52 in the Comfort series

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic), Reader x Bobby (father-figure), Andre (OG Character) x Reader (best friends), Garth x Bess

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

A/N: I’m so sorry guys, another shorter one this week. I haven’t been well and so have struggled to focus on writing. I hope you enjoy it anyway. And thanks again for your continued support (likes, reblogs and comments), it means a lot to me. 

You and Dean stand on either side of Destiny, each holding one of her hands and letting her jump and swing between you, like any toddler would, as you climb up the steep dirt road towards the stunning wooden house. A dense forest surrounds the property, its trees painted in warm hues of gold and amber from the cool morning sun. As you walk, Dean's keen hunter instincts kick in. He looks around cautiously for any signs of movement in the trees, knowing this area would be prime real estate for many monsters, especially werewolves, and with a pup playing between you, he knows you’re all a clear target. 

Once you get close enough to fully admire the house, Destiny says, “It’s like a cottage from those fairy tales.” You look at her and smile.

“It is, isn’t it?” You chuckle at her child-like innocence while Dean raises an eyebrow, sceptical about the fairy tale comparison. You know he has had many bad experiences with things from fairy tales in the past so you just offer him a smile. “Give it a chance.”

He scans the surroundings one last time before leading the three of you into the house. The real estate agent greets you at the entry. “Welcome! Feel free to take a look around and let me know if you have any questions.”

“Thanks,” you say as you continue to walk through the house. Dean makes his way into the spacious two-car garage first, making sure the space is adequate for housing his precious Baby. He smiles, nods and then continues down the hall with you and Destiny to explore the guest living area opposite the garage. With a proper home and on the other side of the hunting game, you hope to be able to welcome more visitors even if it is just Sam or Garth and his family. The downstairs consists of a large open plan area with a kitchenette, ensuite and plenty of room for a couch, queen bed, table and chairs. Making it more than adequate for any potential guests. 

Destiny starts climbing the stairs ahead of you and you both follow her up the main floor. You admire the wooden, log cabin-esque walls and surrounds on the windows and double doors leading out to the wrap-around balcony. A large stone fireplace adorns the wall in the centre of the room. You imagine yourself wrapped up in Dean’s arms laying on a comfy couch in front of a crackling fire with a decorated fir tree in the corner, while you watch the snow fall outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. You smile at the image in your mind; Dean softly squeezes your hand as he pulls you towards the balcony where Destiny is already exploring. With your mind back on the here and now, you follow them outside and take in the mountainous view that’s even more breathtaking from up here. Destiny climbs up on the edge of a built-in hot tub and swishes her hands in the bubbling water. This area would be perfect for relaxing with your family, Dean grilling up burgers while you sip wine in the hot tub while Destiny splashes around beside you. 

You turn away from the view to meet Dean’s eyes. “Can’t you imagine us here? Enjoying our first retirement here in the mountains as we raise our little girl. Relaxing out here or in there by the fire after you’ve had a long day training hunters or repairing cars.”

Dean nods slowly. He kisses your head and then scans the woods again. “If we’re gonna live here there’s a few more places we have to check out,” he says as he wraps an arm around your waist. “Hey, Dee, come on. We’re going back inside,” he calls in her direction.

She quickly and carefully climbs off the edge of the hot tub and hurries over to catch up with you then stays a few steps ahead. You all check out the bedrooms, and then the storage and office space upstairs, a space that will surely be filled with a selection of hunting tools and books if you move in. Back on the main level you finish the inspection in the kitchen. It has everything you need, for Dean or you to cook delicious meals, all with an unhindered surrounding view of the forest and mountains. 

Pulling you into his chest, Dean says, “At least we’d always be able to see if anything’s coming.” Then he leans closer to your ear and lowly says, “I’d love to watch you coming in front of this view.”

Your breath hitches and your heart races. You don’t dare look at him as he kisses your cheek and pulls away. Just as you’re composing yourself, you hear the real estate agent come back into the kitchen. “So, what do you think?” She asks.

Dean looks at you and then Destiny. He smiles and then says, "It's got character, that's for sure. I like it.”

You spin around and hug him. “I really think it could be a good place for us.”

“Excellent! I knew this property had potential. Let’s discuss details.” She places her briefcase on the bench and pulls out a stack of paperwork and a pen. “Now, I'll be honest. This house has been on the market for a while. It's got history, and some folks believe it's haunted, but that's just local folklore, right?”

You and Dean exchange a knowing look, acknowledging the truth behind the supernatural tales surrounding the house. Despite the potential risks, the allure of a peaceful, secluded life away from the constant dangers of hunting is appealing. Plus, neither of you noticed any signs of a haunting while exploring the property. There are no cold spots or strange sounds, and the EMF detector hidden away in Dean’s jacket pocket continues to hum away quietly. 

“We're not afraid of a little history. What's the asking price?”

The agent smiles, clearly happy at the potential of finally selling off the property. “I can work with you on the price, especially considering the, uh, unusual circumstances. Let's talk financing and closing dates. We can make this your home in no time.”

As the conversation delves into paperwork and negotiations, Destiny wanders around the room, staring out at the view. 

Once you and Dean finish signing the paperwork, the agent produces a set of keys, dangling them enticingly. “Once we close the deal, these keys will open the door to your new chapter. Are you ready to make this house your own?”

You and Dean share a determined nod, your decision made. You both know you’re not just purchasing a house; you’re stepping into a new chapter of your lives, one that promises a semblance of normalcy in a world filled with the supernatural unknown.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

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[chaosquetzal-archive]

Chapter 2: Acceptance

Rika stared down the street from the Guild’s front door. She had given in to temptation after being downwind of the grilling meat for so long. Draco had offered to go grab a pair of kebabs for them, and Rika had obliged. However, Rika was hesitant at first.

All Rika had was questions. How could she not? Draco, a Dragonewt she met mere minutes ago, claimed to be the Devil Dragon. With a smile, no less! The Devil Dragon is a monster from a 2000 year old story. It was supposed to be dead. This clearly is a lie.

Rika was worried that if he said that to the guild members they wouldn't take it as lightly. There had been kidnappings recently, leaving many townsfolk on edge. Some wanted to postpone the festival, but knew that if they did thousands of attendees would be discouraged. Zvi Village is one of the only cities in western Arcfell to allow Demi-human residents.

Still, almost no one in this city is a fan of Dragonewts. Zvi Mountain Range was the last place the Devil Dragon was sighted. Monsters poured out of the mountains, destroying this place when it was just a fledgling town. Bandits pillaged all their valuables in the chaos.

Soon after, Devildra Cultists, worshippers of the Devil Dragon, came and tried to take over the village. They claimed it as sacred ground. Zvi Village had been laid to ruin because of the Devil Dragon. Anyone who claimed to be the Devil Dragon would surely be driven out of here, if not showcased for execution.

Dragonewts were also banned from entry until 200 years ago. Even still, many had come and gone, causing trouble wherever they went.

It would be an uphill battle for acceptance to be sure. Still, if Draco joined with Zvi Adventurer’s Guild, he could have a better chance.

Rika closed her eyes. She was also still upset that Draco had called her “Red”. It’s not that she had not heard that nickname before. Only one person had ever been brave enough to mention Rika’s hair color as quickly. That person was killed when she was little.

Supposedly they were sacrificed by Devildra Cultists. Burned to where not even bones remained. The worshippers were captured and executed, so they received justice.

“Hey Red! I got you a kebab!” trailed a voice from above.

Rika opened her eyes skyward. Draco flew down with a single skewer in hand. It still seemed piping hot, so he must have rushed over after getting it.

“Wait, I thought you were getting me one too? And what took so long?” Rika inquired.

“There was a massive crowd in front of the booth. I helped the grillers get everyone organized. They sold out quicker than expected, so there is no meat left,” Draco replied, giving her the skewer.

Rika grabbed it, and began delighting in the flavors. Each chunk of meat had a different taste that complimented every other. While finishing up, she looked over at Draco and noticed he wasn’t eating anything.

“Did you eat yours on the way here?” Rika said through the food.

“No. Like I said, there was no meat left. That was their last skewer for today.”

Rika stopped. She did not know what to make of it. Draco went off to get a skewer too. Yet he gave her the last one instead?

“I’m sorry, I… didn’t realize. I’ll get you one tomorrow as thanks. I promise.”

“Don’t worry, I got asked to get more for them. It would be a good way to earn my keep with the town!” Draco proclaimed, “For now, let’s get me registered with your guild, Red.”

“Don-... Yes, let’s.”

The pair walked into the Zvi Adventurer’s Guild Hall.  ______________________________________________________________

Draco was astonished at the interior of this building. He hadn’t been anywhere as interesting in a long time.

Looking around, he saw humans, elves, beastkin, lizardmen, and featherkin. They all seemed to be having fun talking about the festival.

Rika led Draco up to the front desk to where he saw a Deerkin woman. Her small stature was unassuming at first, but Draco could feel an overwhelming amount of magic from this person. Draco and Rika walked up to the desk. The Deerkin ducked behind as soon as she saw the pair.

“S-sir, a-a-are you going to just k-keep staring at me? R-R-R-Rika, who is this? And why are their eyes slitted?” the Deerkin peeped from under the desk.

Draco was not aware his eyes were slitted. That only happens when he is on alert. Draco blinked as his eyes returned to normal.

“Cinnamon, this is Draco. He wanted to join our guild.” Rika introduced.

Cinnamon got up from under the desk slowly. Draco could now see that she is clearly skittish. As far as he was aware, Dragonewts still rarely leave their villages. Seeing one is a rare sight.

Draco approached, “I understand you’re scared Miss Cinnamon. I am letting you know there is no need to be. I am friendly enough not to bite your head off.”

Cinnamon immediately flew back under the desk. From under there, some papers were placed on the counter.

Her voice echoed, “P-p-p-p-p-please fill these out. We will have to conduct a combat test after the festival. H-however, we can get you registered now. G-go have a seat and I’ll come grab the papers after you leave.”

“Thank you? I will do it at this close table.” Draco said, not understanding what went wrong.

Rika said she had to let the guildmaster know about the caterpillars, then she could go hunt some boars with him. As Draco sat down to fill out his forms, some of the others got up and walked over.

“Hey you. You said you wanted to join this guild?” asked the front member.

Draco got up to face them, replying cheerfully, “Yeah, I wanted to join a guild but none ever felt right! After all, some aren’t as accep-”

“Get out.”