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matthindavick · 13 hours ago

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Hey ghesties, uhhh I was nervous as fuck to post this because I haven’t had the energy to do much in the way of full drawings (all of it was funneled in a specific project I am seriously struggling on) so I only have picrew edits (which also limited my design ability in terms of silhouette) but I need to talk about my Little Guys (ghoul ocs)

-a note on my canon I set up for them, it’s generally a “no one dies” au, though occasionally I play with resurrection aus? Either way all the papas get to live and be a fucked up little family together. Also I know they "Didn't grow up together" in terms of Copia but instead yes they did.-

(Second note because I'm not sure how everyone else categorizes these, I use era to mean a different Papa as frontman (but mashing Copia's cardinal and Papa times together since he's still the same character)

First up: Cinder!

Made with this picrew, edits include burn and singe marks on their clothes: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/251735

Fire ghoul, they/them, era 3/4 depending on au

Their basic premise is “give Terzomega a child through Hijinks” which currently includes a group of overenthusiastic Siblings attempting to help by summoning a ghoul. Luckily it doesn’t go dangerously wrong, but they do end up with a ghoul kit.

A kit they immediately lose, because Cinder bolted out of the area.

Cinder is notably shy and skittish for a fire ghoul (hence why I went with “cinder” as it’s a cooled fire related term, and “ash” is a bit too much just a human name for my preference?) And they get cold very easily, so once they got out of the commotion they found the nearest lit fireplace to hide in.

I've gone back and forth on who finds them, but tend to favor it being Omega or him and Terzo, because they would be scared by just a human and while it could be one of the other ghouls, I just don't really feel it? (And I am.. not great at characterizing uhh most of the ghouls. Including Omega tbh.)

They're dressed in a cute little frilly outfit because I think Terzo likes to dress them up like a little prince. It's very hard to get them to keep their clothes unburnt so there is a lot of effort taken to give them fire resistant clothes (they still manage to singe the edges)

Resurrection au is way harder on them, and includes them being summoned (and subsequently adopted) era 3, to get the full angst from Terzo's death.

No one dies version is them being summoned era 4, because I think Terzo (and to a degree Omega) would do much better with a child after retirement from touring.

Their favorite uncle is Copia, due in large part due to adoring his rats (cuddling many small warm cute babies? Sign them up!) But also because knowing that he's an anxious person makes them feel better about how big and scary the ministry is to them, no matter how long it's been.

Next: Ember!

Made with this picrew, edits include a change to the skin tone, lighter oranges and yellow in the eyes, and the embers: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1564386

Fire ghoul, he/they/she/xe, era 4

Ember is in general, sweet. Gentle, helpful, and calm. Warm, emotionally and also physically, radiating heat like a smsll furnace. All perfect qualities for a ministry ghoul. But they are very clear about their limits, that their temper can flare high with the best of them.

He is happy to do plenty of jobs around the ministry, but his favorite tends to sound a little surprising: tending the grounds and gardens. The soft heat of the sun, the cool grass, and the ever changing shapes and colors of flowers, it's all peaceful to xem.

In resurrection aus, she finds the gardens not in disrepair per se, but definitely not like it has been given care. She has to be careful, lest her heat burn the more delicate plants, but he personally revives it to the best to his ability. It's quite the surprise to both of them when Primo returns, to a small fire ghoul neck deep in his garden as it stands around them, healthy, if not amateur. They get to bond over this =)

In no one dies au, there's a slower burn bond with Primo, with him teaching them about the plants, two calm exteriors with burning, molten cores finding companionship.

(...also if maybe I like to ship xem and Primo that's my business. I'm very scared of being called cringe, can you tell?)

Finally: Prism!

My poor baby with 4 variants on their design and less defined things.

Made with this picrew, edits include adding the glowy aether symbol, and adding iridescence/opalescence to the eyes: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1493001

Quintessence/fire ghoul, she/they, probably era 4?? Who knows

Unfortunately, Prism is currently mostly vibes? I think she's probably a bit tricksy maybe? (Maybe a bit... scatterbrained? Like. Like refracting light. Because it's scattering light. Like a prism. Well more like the way the bevels in a cut diamond make it sparkle and refract light, which is actually how I imagine them but prism is more succinct for use as a name) So I'm going to talk about a couple design details. (I'm curious what design other people like best? I may do a poll about it if people are interested)

I realized this may just be a me thing, but I imagine the ones with the hair up as the hair spikes going up through the horns, so the horns curl around the hair, though the picrew doesn't actually depict that as much as I thought at first?

Also the black shirt + red cloak feels more like "on stage" type outfits, the way the ghouls wear darker colors, while the white and purple shirt is more casual with the light colors. (Interestingly, they each kinda emphasize each of her elements with red being fire and purple aether)

I got too many "looks like homestuck" comments from friends before I even made the wavy hair + red and black outfit and while I love that one I'm so scared it reads as "Aradia"

So I think that's generally my guys? Hope y'all like them?

#nameless ghouls #the band ghost #ghost the band #ghost bc #ghost bc band #nameless ghoul oc

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carbo-ships · 1 year ago

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this is literally just 600 words of Aeth/Ardis making out that I'm too shy to put in the main story. this is on the tour bus post haircut

"Now, I know you were a little unsure about what to do with your hands when the two of us are, well, being intimate, let's say." Aether and Ardis were sitting next to each other on the bottom level of the tour bus one night. The other members of the band were upstairs. "And that's my fault – I could have been a better teacher. I know you're inexperienced, and I should have walked you through things a bit slower. But in my defense, you didn't leave much opportunity for that our first night."

She blushed. "Sorry. I'd just wanted to kiss you for so long that I got a little overenthusiastic."

He chuckled, offering her a warm smile. "You certainly didn't hear me complaining. But that's why I brought you down here. I wanted to teach you properly."

"Huh?" Her cheeks only darkened. "You mean– I– What about the others?"

"They know what we're doing, they know it's important to me, and they know to announce themselves if they need to come downstairs," he assured her. "Now, sit on my lap."

She hesitated for a moment, but agreed and carefully straddled his lap.

"There we go, that's it," he praised her. "Now, for starters, put your hands where you usually would."

She nodded, and laced her fingers at the nape of his neck. She let her thumbs explore the prickly texture of his freshly-buzzed hair.

"See? You can still put your hands there if you'd like, it isn't too different." His large hand dipped between her braids to cradle the back of her head. "I like to keep a hand here just to guide you a bit. It gives me more control. And I keep the other here on your waist to keep you close and, well, just because I like your waist," he chuckled.

"Yeah," she agreed, relaxing ever so slightly. "This feels okay."

His hand found hers. "You can also put your hand here," he suggested, guiding it to rest against his bearded cheek, then down onto his muscular shoulder, "or here, if you want something to hold onto. You could also put them on my chest, or my waist, wherever you want. Okay? Whatever makes you feel good."

"But what about what feels good for you?" Ardis asked nervously.

Aether chuckled. "Don't worry about that. I want you to feel comfortable before a thought like that even enters your head. Shall we try a few out and see what feels the best for you?"

She nodded, although her wings fluttered anxiously.

He moved his hands back to their original positions. "Okay, let's see..." He leaned close and started kissing her softly. The sensation always made Ardis a bit lightheaded at first. She often forgot to breathe when his lips were on hers. After composing herself, her hands found his shoulders. "Good, good," he praised her in between kisses. She started to relax before too long and let her arms drape around his neck to gently pull him closer. "Very good, that's it..." He kept things slow, wanting to give her time to find what worked best for her without getting overwhelmed. There was plenty of time for passion later. "You can also feel me up a bit, if you want," he murmured. "Get a good feel of my arms. I know you like them."

Ardis let one hand trail from his shoulder down his arm as they kissed, pausing at his bicep. He flexed the muscle slightly under her touch. She gasped and threw her arms around him in a tight hug, hiding her face in his shoulder. "I– I can't do that. It's too much."

"That's okay," he assured her, hugging her back. "You don't have to. I'm sorry – flexing was probably overdoing it."

She gave a slight nod as she took a deep breath. "It's just... you know how I am about your muscles."

He couldn't help but chuckle. "I know. Do you wanna work your way up to that? Or is that a hard 'no'?"

"I, um... I think I'd like to try again eventually."

Aether hugged her tighter. "Alright."

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maxislvt · 3 years ago

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Teddy Graham

Summary: You and Wanda had been...well, something since highschool. You considered Wanda a friend, but friends don't do the things you did with Wanda. You never really got the chance to figure out what Wanda was to you before she graduated and left you behind. Fortunately, she makes it clear as day when you meet again in college.

Warnings: Drug usage (just weed), pet names, smut, corruption kink(?), fingering, strap ons, possessive behaviors, drug usage during sex, please tell me if I've missed anything! There are no gendered terms but R does have a vagina.

You and Wanda had an odd relationship, to say the least. The two of you met at a party during your Sophomore year of highschool. Though she was a junior and you'd only got to see each other in the hallways or briefly during lunch, you two go along well. The next year was a bit more complicated. You had two classes together and were able to talk a lot more. You were overjoyed to see her everyday, but your friends were heavily against it. They'd just barely tolerated her present during your Sophomore year and by the time your junior year started , they couldn't stand her and were happy to see her leave.

Where you saw a pretty girl with a soft heart, they saw nothing but a scumbag with a weed dependency. Wanda wouldn't deny it either. She was no good for you. You were innocent. You trusted too easily and saw the good in even the worst people, she understood why your friends were so keen on keeping you away from anything they deemed dangerous. Too bad that only made Wanda want you more.

It wasn't always a sexual want. When you two first met she just assumed it was just one of those things where upperclassmen "adopted" their underclassmen. She didn't remember exactly what it was that made her crave you in that way. Maybe it was watching you struggle to straddle during a game of truth or dare. It could've been those few short kisses you two shared during seven minutes in heaven that one time. It didn't really matter. What did matter was that Wanda made a promise to herself. If she couldn't have you to herself, she'd make sure to ruin you for anyone else.

Yet again, your innocence got the best of you. You were so excited to hang out with Wanda you didn't question a thing. It didn't bother you that no one was home. You didn't think twice when she'd locked her bedroom door. You were eager to sit in her lap when she offered. You didn't bat an eye when her hands began to roam under your shirt. Your only complaint was when Wanda finally snapped and pinned you down to the bed. Even then, your only concern was that you didn't know how to kiss someone. So, she taught you. Her sweet little bear was so happy to learn. She would've taken you right then and there had you not gotten so overwhelmed.

Unfortunately, things had quickly gone south your senior year. Distance plus packed schedules made it nearly impossible to keep talking. Not only that, the tension between Wanda and your friends had finally boiled over. They never stopped you from speaking to her, but they successfully shamed you out of even texting her in private. Wanda eventually let go. She assumed it'd just be some highschool fling she'd get over later in life.

Yet, there you were, standing in the corner of a frat house while everyone around partied their hearts out.

She did a double take the first time she laid eyes on you. Your locs had gotten longer and you'd dyed your hair, but it was still you. Even after a year and a half, you still greeted her with that same overenthusiastic wave like you did in highschool.

"Hey, sweet bear, long time no see?" Wanda had expected you to be a bit distant at first. Maybe she'd get a side hug and generic smile. She was not expecting you to flash her the brightest smile and nearly tackle her into a full blown hug. She cracked a smile and gently rubbed your shoulders. "Yeah, I missed you too."

You couldn't control the smile on your face. "I'm sorry, it's just that- wow this is crazy! I haven't seen you in forever and I didn't even know you went here, it's just, ah!" You pulled away from her and looked into her eyes. "Oh right," You let go and motioned towards the boy standing next to you. "This is Scott, he was the senior I got grouped up with during disorientation!"

Wanda couldn't help but pull you closer. "I wish you would've told me you were coming, I wouldn't have let you roam around campus by yourself." Her arms wrapped around your lower waist. "I think you and I have a lot to catch up on, don't you think?"

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It didn't take long for Wanda's obsession to resurface. She couldn't help it, really. You'd just fallen right back into her arms and the two of you had quickly gone back to your old ways. It was much better the second time. No one could take you away from her anymore. All she had to do was claim you. Of course, with no competition around, she found herself taking her sweet time with it. There was no harm in teasing you a bit.

When Wanda invited you over for dinner that night, it was just so she had an excuse to take care of you. Really, she just wanted you to have a nice home cooked meal and cuddle up after an exam. She couldn't help but toy with you when she saw you toy with her rolling tray.

"What, you've never seen weed before?" Wanda sat down on the couch across from you. She watched as you naturally scooted closer. Her arms snaked around your waist.

You shook your head and rested your head on her shoulder. "You were the only one I knew that smoked and I never went to parties after you left." The second Wanda didn't reprimand you for your nosiness, you began to open the little baggie. A quick sniff was all it took to send you into a coughing fit. You handed back the bag and covered your nose. "I don't like how it smells."

Wanda took the bag from you and patted her lap. "Come on, I'll show you how to roll." Her legs spread and let you get comfortable for a bit. She bit the inside of cheek to stop herself from commenting on your obedience. "I know it seems hard, but my sweet bear will make me proud." She leaned forward to grab the grinder, making sure to press her breast against your back.

You let out a sharp exhale through your nostrils, but kept quiet. You ran your fingers over the bear engraved on the top. "So, did you buy this because of me or have you always had a thing with bears?" A giggle escaped your lips despite the pinch Wanda gave you. You let the older woman place a few nuggets in the grinder. "So I just push down and twist?"

Wanda's hands interlocked with yours and guided you to the proper motions. "Don't push, it'll break apart weird and won't grind right." She whispered her instructions right into your ears, letting her accent slip just enough to get squirm. After a bit of twisting Wanda opened the bottom of the grinder. "Awe look at that, you did amazing." She nuzzled into the side of your neck. "Can you open up that cigar for me?"

You slowly picked up the cigar and the razor blade. Thankfully, Wanda could sense your nervousness and guided you through the process of cutting it open. Your eyes wide when Wanda pushed the empty paper towards your mouth. You hesitantly ran your tongue across the paper. For a moment, you watched Wanda. Let her fill the wrap and reroll it with ease. All you had to do was bend down and lick again.

Wanda leaned forward and grabbed the lighter. She ran the flame down the side a few times before she turned the top towards you. "Wanna hit?" She chuckled darkly, feeling you tense up in her lap. "Don't worry, I won't pressure you." She gently tapped your thigh signalling for you to move. "I'm sure the food is done by now, just relax for now."

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Wanda was in your head. She had you right where she wanted you. You were desperate for her touch. She hoped the first time was a little more romantic. Ideally, it would've been after a nice date. When you were all giddy and relaxed, she'd pull you close and have you the way she wanted. She couldn't tell if that was the weed or the romanticism talking.

"Do you remember the last time I had you in my room like this," She asked softly. Wanda took the blunt from between your lips and took a puff from it. She let the smoke out rush over your face and watched you squirm hopelessly. "I taught you how to kiss, you were so cute."

You had gotten a lot cuter. It was as if everything she loved had increased tenfold. "Have you gotten any better?"

A familiar burn worked its way across your face. It was embarrassing when anyone asked about your sex life. "I mean…I never really got a chance to try after that." The gentle warmth of Wanda's hand on your arm eased your nerves but did nothing to the hot pit in your stomach. Wanda never failed to make you feel that way. You thought it was wrong at first. Wanda was just a friend. People don't think about their friends the way you thought about Wanda.

Before you could get lost in your head, she kissed you.

The way you two kissed was so natural. Your lips move in sync with Wanda's. You opened your mouth just the way she liked when she bit your lip. Your legs wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer, just how she taught you. She overwhelmed you, but you enjoyed it. Wanda knew your body like the palm of her own hand. She groped you in all the right places and dominated you with such ease. You couldn't help but melt underneath her.

"Awe, you're so good for me. You haven't forgotten a thing." It was hard to go slow with you. The urge to grind against you so you'd feel the strap she hid under her sweatpants just so she could see you stutter and beg was too strong. Her thumbs rubbed small circles on your hips. "I've waited so long to have you like this." She tugged down your shorts and immediately zeroed in on the dark circle on your underwear.

You nervously closed your legs. Wanda gently pushed open your legs and situated herself between them. "I'm sorry, it's just…I'm a little nervous." A shiver went down your spine when you caught Wanda's hungry stare. You'd seen it a few times. It was only ever brief glimpses. Maybe you'd been a little too antsy in her lap or too friendly with some boy she'd never met. It was a little scary, but you liked it.

Wanda ran her hands up and down the side of your thigh. "Don't be shy, sweet bear. I promise I won't tell anyone about this, it can be our little secret." Her thumb immediately found your clit and began rubbing circles around it. She let her fingers go lower and press against your entrance over the fabric. "You're gonna take me so well."

You watched nervously as Wanda removed your underwear. "Can you take something off too, this is really embarrassing." Your eyes followed Wanda's hands as they moved from your hips to the hem of her shirt. Your hand reached out slowly only for you to quickly bring it back to your side.

"No, it's okay, you can touch." Wanda grabbed your hand and placed it on breast and squeezed. A moan escaped her lips when you rolled her nipple just the way she liked. She leaned forward and began grinding against your core. One of her fingers eased itself inside of you with nearly no resistance. "Oh, you're gonna take me so well,"She said with a husky voice.

You shuddered and rushed to cover your mouth. You'd touched yourself before, but Wanda's fingers were much longer than yours. They reached deep inside and made quick work of you. The coil in your stomach grew tighter as Wanda spoiled you with another one of her fingers. She spread them apart before pistoning them inside you at a steady pace. "Please, please, please," You begged when Wanda began to pull her fingers out of you.

"Shh, I'll give you whatever you want but you have to be patient." Wanda pulled down her pants and let the dildo spring out. She ran the tip up and down your slit just to watch you squirm. She collected more of your slick on her fingers and used it to coat the length between her legs. Her hands moved to the backs of your thighs and pushed them forward. "Now, be a good bear and keep your legs wide open for me, okay?"

You nodded obediently and held the back of your knees. It was an uncomfortable position. Your body had never stretched in such a way. The only solace you received was a few kisses and the soft promise that Wanda would help once she filled you up. "O-oh wow, that's big," You forced out through gritted teeth. You were thankful for the few moments Wanda gave you to adjust to the new form of intrusion.

Wanda stiffly leaned over and put the blunt in your lips. "Just take a puff, it'll help you relax." She stroked your hair and placed a gentle on your lip as you took a puff. She placed the blunt back on the nightstand and held your thighs again. The first thrust was dreadfully slow and shallow. Wanda continued at that pace until you began whimpering. "Oh, you're such a needy thing."

"Can't help it," You whispered softly. You whimpered again as Wanda finally bottomed out. The sensation of being stretched out was orgasmic in itself. Your hips rocked forward in a desperate attempt to meet her thrusts. Wanda had gone a little deeper, but her pace was still slow. "Fuck, Wanda, that feels so good."

Wanda's thumb slowly rubbed circles against your clit. "I'm gonna be the only one to see you like this, understand?" The possessiveness inside her only grew the more you begged for her touch. She finally got you. You were her needy little sweet bear and she could do whatever she wanted to you. "I've waited for so long to have you and now you're mine forever."

Your heart swelled. It probably wasn't normal to be turned on by such words. Maybe it was the weed, but you couldn't deny how hot it was. To finally understand what all those dark stares meant. It was arousing. "Hnng, fuck, Wanda I'm yours. I'm all yours I promise!"

Wanda struggled to keep herself calm. She wanted to ravage you. Mark you up and slut you out like no tomorrow. She knew you wouldn't be able to handle it just yet. "I'm gonna make you my slutty little teddy bear and you're gonna love every second of it, aren't you?" One calculated thrust into your gspot and you've tumbled over the edge into an orgasm.

A moan ripped through your throat. The quiet whimpers were replaced with yelps and other noises you'd never made before. Your eyes clamped shut. as your orgasms racked over your body. Wave after wave of endless pleasure as Wanda continued to guide you through your first orgasm.

Wanda took note of the way your eyebrows knitted together and pulled out. "Shh, we're done now sweet thing. Just relax." She lowered your legs and messaged them a bit. Finishing up with only one orgasm hadn't satisfied her in the slightest, but she needed to go step by step. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up."

You stretched your arms out and wrapped them around Wanda's neck. You let her guide you to the bathroom and sit you down on the toilet as she prepped your bath. A fuzziness had formed around your head and clouded your thoughts. You were in no capacity to speak, let alone think for yourself.

"Who would've thought, my sweet bear's a light weight."

#wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff smut #wanda fanfic #wanda smut #wanda maximoff #stoner!wanda #wanda maximoff x you #rewrote this twice n it's trash

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mconlight · 2 years ago

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[ CONSTANT ] : after days/weeks/months/years of endless flirting back and forth, sender finally dares the receiver to go beyond flirting and break the tensions between them properly. ( listen… LISTEN sons it’s about time )

sexual tension prompts.

status: omfg

haneul hadn't meant for this to go the way that it has.

this has been months in the making, truly. it started when he sent seojung a link to an announcement to a collection release he really wanted, and continued up until the week of the release with occasional whiny voice notes and voicemails about how hard it would be to get because of how popular the collaboration was. he knew it'd be next to impossible to get on the first release— by himself, anyway.

seojung was recruited, and the hours leading up to the drop consisted of haneul fretting over their phones and two laptops and a tablet to ensure he had the best chance at getting what he wanted. he knew seojung didn't really get it— didn't share the same passion for makeup that haneul had— but he sat on haneul's couch anyway and unnecessarily refreshed the shop page every two minutes when haneul got too antsy to just wait patiently. and haneul's grateful to be humored. it's why he asked him for help to begin with.

when the time comes, one of haneul's screens freezes. another refuses to display anything on the webpage. he manages to add what he wants to his cart on the third, but by the time he tries to check out, it's sold out. and haneul honestly thinks that's it— he's shit out of luck and he'll just have to hope and pray for a second release— until seojung voices a loud, "i got it."

it's all screaming from there ("you got it?" "i got it!" "holy fuck, you got it!"), including haneul's overenthusiastic: "oh my god, i could kiss you right now!"

which seojung responds with, "why don't you?"

and... haneul doesn't have an answer to that. part of his brain thinks (knows, even) that he's joking. because seojung always jokes like that. but the other part is looking at his friend's face and that look in his eyes and isn't so sure. the problem is that he's not sure which side to listen to, so he sits, staring at seojung like a deer caught in headlights. it's just— they've kissed before, right? they've shared a couple kisses between shots of alcohol and stumbling around seojung's living room and just before they fall asleep after fumbling into bed together. why would it be different this time?

so maybe that's why haneul leans in. their lips don't touch, but he stops when he's close enough to feel seojung's breath against his. if he's quiet enough, he thinks seojung might be able to hear his heart pounding. he stays— hands on either side of seojung's hips, weight leaning on his palms, barely a nudge necessary away from pressing their lips together.

"i will," he says quietly, "if you want me to."

#☾. answered.#nouvelis #☾. 月が綺麗ですね?#// is this???????? their time????????? at long last?????????????

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vivifrage · 3 years ago

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(At last! A prompt I can use my original stuff for. I started this yesterday just to get the initial dialogue idea down and it was like well this is Whumptober but I guess you're bantering anyways. As it goes.

Content warning for hospitalization and references to medical stuff. Also some references to sex things but nothing on screen.)

10: Hospital

"So."

"Yep."

"You're here again."

"No. After last time, my body realized it didn't have to hoard calcium like it'd defeat the inanell."

"Well, I appreciate its change of heart. Can I get you anything? Food, water- are you allowed to have water?"

Haldegard scoffed. "Yes, I can have water. We're past the point of looking at surgery. Lube is- look at me. Lube is magic. I'm asking these people where they get their magic egglaying lube and we're slathering it all over the- no keep looking at me - all over the Merciful Steel next time something squeals."

"I don't think the chemical formulas for those are-"

"Trust me, I got this."

Hex sighed and leaned back in his chair. Haldegard's pulse tracker, attached to a shaved patch on her forearm, beeped steadily, as it had the whole time they had been there. The thin morning light threading through the window cast the sterile, pale green room and equipment in a golden glow, though the solid black of Haldegard's eyes seemed to swallow it all up and made her look even more tired than he suspected she was.

Beyond that, though, it was relatively quiet; he had to strain to hear the loudest moans and brays from the neighboring rooms. And this room was private, a rare treat among the crew's - and Haldegard's in particular - multiple sojourns to various medical facilities. There was so rarely the time or energy on Haldegard's part to explain how her culture worked and what she thought of being tasked with getting un-eggbound in a communal room.

"Seriously," he said, gesturing to her. "Is there anything I can get you?"

She grunted and readjusted, letting her head sink into her pillow, eyes drifting shut. She laid her arms across her chest and took a deep breath, as if she was getting ready to sleep. "No, they'll probably realize I'm not gonna up and die on them and discharge me soon. But after that, breakfast. And a nap."

"Not at the same time," he said, shooting her as much of a look as he could muster, considering all he used for a face was one ashen eye bobbing around his inner flame.

Her mandibles flared with faint, sleepy displeasure. "No, no. Not again."

There was a moment's pause. Then she held up her arm with the pulse tracker and said, "Could go for some of that nice ointment stuff. I think they gave me razor burn."

"They use razors here?" And he thought they were doing pretty well so far, if a little overenthusiastic.

"Hey, smells better than lasering it off. And grows back faster." Haldegard grimaced, all six eyes scrunching and lower mandibles pressing down into her ruff. "I'll take the razor burn."

"You wear ship suits anyways. It's not like anybody sees your bald patches-"

"I do. And my clients do." The grimace deepened for a moment, then lightened up. "Which reminds me, this last one sent me an extra tip after I got here. I'll pay for breakfast."

Hex elected not to remark upon the fact she almost always paid for breakfast, anyways. And all the crew's meals and other needs.

The silence sunk in, the tracker's beeps and the occasional hint of outside noise only accentuating the words not said. After a moment, Hex began to fidget, readjusting until he had draped himself sideways across the chair's broad metal arms. Haldegard drummed on her chest, the sound absorbed by her thick fur.

"You know the plan, right?" she whispered, as if the room wasn't designed to keep in all but the loudest cries, as if anyone could be listening.

He sighed, the sound coming out as a hiss accompanied by crackles and a pop at the end. A deep discomfort pulsed through his inner flame, and he watched his color shift to a murky green to match. Haldegard cracked an eye open to look, but didn't remark on it.

"Yes," he muttered back, "I know the plan."

She shut her eye again. "And you're still okay with it?"

"I would rather not put it into practice, but theoretically I won't cause trouble because of the execution."

The plan was their unpleasant little backup in case of crew casualty. Necessary for certain formwork, an unspoken backbone to any situation that got dicey.

He and Lwx had each other as backup navigators. Everyone could back up the odd jobs Yip did, and wo could back up Lwx's engineering.

And, of course, if something happened to Haldegard, the plan had an answer. Lwx officially became captain and pilot, though they had all agreed Hex would be the one actually running the show. Lwx just had all the right forms to not get attention, versus a young refugee iiaak or a being of living fire from another dimension.

The sub-plans of the plan got into the gruesome details Hex preferred not to think about the crew suffering. There were plenty of unpleasant fates aboard a small cargo ship, but the one Haldegard alone faced was the one that landed her in the hospital.

She did what she could to time trips around her cycle. In part because being ready to deposit eggs made for fantastic pay, even from the folks who generally wouldn't look twice at an aphriq, let alone hook up with one. And in part because of situations like this.

There was never any guarantee for anything, though. Things could always come up by surprise. And they could do so in the middle of days-long trips through uninhabited space, where they'd long pass the point of eggbinding being potentially fatal by the time they reached somewhere that could treat a serious case.

They had all their home remedies lined up. Some medical equipment, if everything was in the right place.

But the Merciful Steel's meager med bay couldn't handle something as intense as abdominal surgery. And if something happened and she got an infection, well, it was a race against the clock, and not in her favor.

He remembered them drawing up this particular sub-plan. He remembered the pain in her eyes as she looked over this potential death. How the odds were slim, but greater than they were for many other aphriq, and slim didn't mean not there.

He remembered her asking him if this meant she should retire. Find something where she wouldn't potentially consign the crew to dealing with this, and herself to this miserable fate.

Telling her that really, worrying about a stubborn egg when she was aboard a rickety, particular old pile of scrap metal, sealed against a void just determined to kill them in some way or another was a downright silly misplacement of her fears had gotten a laugh out of her, but every time she so much as needed to sit in the shower for a while and let the warm water ease everything up, he saw that fear on her face again.

"Hey," he said. His eye curved in a smile, but he knew perfectly well she could still see the teal flush of worry to him. Bad habit he picked up from the other species, trying to brush things off. "You want me to go pester the staff into giving me a breakfast recommendation? I bet they'll have you discharged before I can even get us a ride there. Flat out on your ass."

She cracked a smile. "Do it."

"As ordered, Captain."

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starlit-serenade · 4 years ago

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Reflection | Chapter 2

🪞 Summary: Helping ONEUS learn and practice dancing wasn’t easy. But it would be easier if Yeo Hwanwoong would stop flirting with you.

🪞 Chapter 2: 1,626 words

🪞 Pairing: Reader x Yeo Hwanwoong (Hwanwoong) / Characters: GenderNeutral!Reader, DanceInstructor!Reader; Yeo Hwanwoong (Hwanwoong);

🪞 Rated: E, I think / Warnings: None, Hwanwoong being really flirty / Genre: Fluff

《 Series Masterlist // ONEUS Masterlist // Boy Group Masterlist 》

You return to RBW the following weekend. It's been a couple of days since you showed Hwanwoong the 'Regulus' choreography that you made. You had never imagined showing anyone your choreographies, much less teaching someone, and yet you did just that to Hwanwoong.

Today is all of ONEUS's day off. None of them should be here, unless they want to be. But it's days like this, when you have no one to teach, that you come in and develop your own choreographies.

You stretch and start playing another song. This is time, it's another song you've started creating an original choreography for. This time, it's 'Ring On My Ears' by ONEWE. This choreography is much more upbeat than the one for 'Regulus' which makes sense. It's a slightly more upbeat song. This choreography is new. You'd only started choreographing it about a week ago, and haven't had much time since then to work on it.

You smile to yourself. This song would make for a nice group choreography. Or even a fun partner choreography with one other person.

The more you think about it, your mind focuses on one person. Yeo Hwanwoong. To dance with him, a partner dance, would be amazing.

You shake your head. You should focus more on making the choreography than daydreaming about Yeo Hwanwoong.

You continue watching yourself in the mirror as you dance, circlirng around an invisible dance partner as you move. The song is energetic and fun, so you try to capture that energy in the dance as you skip and jump from one foot to the other.

After a while, you can hear a familiar song playing loudly from the next dance practice room. It's a much slower song, and curiously, you pause your own song to listen and confirm if it's the song you think it is. When you realize that it is, you exit your practice room and go over to the door of the other room, opening it slightly and peering inside to see who is in there.

You watch Hwanwoong dance to 'Regulus', copying the moves you taught him closely. He's doing very well, despite the fact that you only showed him a couple times a few days ago. Every time he senses a misstep or mistake, you see him wince.

As he reaches the end of what you taught him, he sighs. His eyes drift from himself in the mirror over to your own reflection, and his eyes widen. He turns around.

"Y/N! Hi," he says, laughing nervously. He scratches the back of his neck as he grins at you.

"Hey." You glance around. 'Regulus' is still playing in the background. "So it's your day off."

He nods. "Yeah. I wanted to come and practice."

"And not your own choreography?"

He shakes his head. "No. I've been practicing our choreographies so much, I wanted to take a small break from them. And I really enjoyed learning the one you made, so . . ."

"You're doing well. Really. It looked better than I ever imagined a choreography created by me could look," you say.

"I highly doubt that," Hwanwoong says. "Just watching you do it . . . I was blown away. Though I don't know if that's more because of the choreography or because of you."

You feel your face heat up in embarrassment and shyness. You're too flustered to try to respond with a better flirtatious commend. He wins this time.

And he knows it.

"I didn't realize you were here," he continues. "Were you in the next room?"

You nod.

"Ah. You know, I could have sworn I heard ONEWE's 'Ring On My Ears' playing through the wall," he remarks.

"Oh yes. I've been working on creating another choreography," you respond.

"Another choreography for ONEWE," he says, chuckling. "I'd almost think you prefer them to us."

"Oh, no. I mean, I do love ONEWE. I just find it easier to create choreographies for band songs, and since I'm acquainted with ONEWE, it makes it even easier."

He nods. "And how's it going? The choreography?"

You shrug your shoulders. "I've been working on it for a bit. But with working with you guys, I've been so busy and I haven't figured it out."

"Do you want me to help you? I can help you make and clean up the choreography," he says. "The way you help me with ours."

You nod, then frown to yourself. "Actually . . ." you say. "I was considering making it a partner dance. If you'd like to be my partner."

He grins widely. "Absolutely!" he says overenthusiastically, then covers his mouth. "Sorry, that was loud. I'd love to be your dance partner."

You laugh. Now it's his turn to be flustered.

"Alright. Let me grab my stuff and I'll show you what I have so far, if you're okay with that."

He nods. "Okay!"

You grab your practice bag and water bottle from the other practice room. As you pick them up, slinging the bag strap over your shoulder, you pause to stare at your reflection.

Isn't it at least a little unprofessional to be flirting with your coworker Hwanwoong? You shake your head at yourself. First of all, this isn’t a typical job. It doesn't really matter. Besides, Hwanwoong started flirting with you first. You're two consenting adults, and there's nothing bad with flirting.

You leave the practice room, shutting the lights off as you exit, and open the door to Hwanwoong's practice room.

"So a partnered choreography for 'Ring On My Ears'," he says as you set your things down. "How much have you got done?"

"Only the first verse," you admit. "And a tiny bit of the pre-chorus and chorus."

"Can I see what you have?"

"Sure."

He plays the music, standing by the speakers as you dance in the center of the room. You feel a bit shy, dancing in front of him, and you know you're smiling widely. You even giggle a bit when your eyes meet his occasionally.

"It's not much," you say after you finish dancing.

"True. But it's a start. And a beautiful start, nonetheless."

You and him work through choreographing the dance together. You work together, side by side, dancing circles around each other elegantly, laughing and giggling at the dance you two are creating.

"I think this part is a good place to separate, and sort of face each other," Hwanwoong says. "Like we run away from each other, when he sings about running."

You nod. That was exactly what you were considering, too.

As you dance, your eyes meet the eyes of his reflection in the mirror.

You've worked with Hwanwoong for a long, long time. The more you think about it, the more you realize how similar you two are alike.

You, like Yeo Hwanwoong, were inspired to dance when you were very young. You would dance whenever possible, late at night and early in the morning. You and Hwanwoong share your passion for dance.

You and Hwanwoong have your similarities. You started on similar paths, you two took two took off in two different directions. You took to teaching and helping others who shared the same passion for dance, while Hwanwoong became an idol. But other than that, you and Hwanwoong are the same. You're each other's reflection.

After you two are tired out and finished with a rough choreography for the entire song, you two stop and lean against the wall of the practice room.

You look up at the ceiling. You can feel him watching you, and want to look back at him. But you know that if you do, your heart won't be able to handle it. You've really got yourself a crush on Yeo Hwanwoong.

"Y/N," Hwanwoong says. Gosh, his voice is calming. "I . . . oh, how do I say this? I admire you. A lot. Despite not being an idol, you have the potential--the skill--to be one. And you use that skill to help others. Trainees and us. And you're really inspiring. I've always liked that about you."

"Yeo Hwanwoong, I have to go home in ten minutes," you tease, looking at him. "What are you trying to say? Or are you just complimenting me?"

"I don't know," he admits. He hesitates before continuing. "I've always liked and admired you. And I feel that there's something more than just work friends going on between us."

"What do you mean?" you ask, though you already know. He nudges your shoulder.

"You know what I mean. The endless flirting. The teasing," he says. You nod. "What I'm trying to say is that there are feelings behind the flirting--at least from my point of view. I like you. And I'm interested in you. And if you're comfortable, I'd like to ask you out for dinner or something with me tomorrow after practice," he says hopefully.

You blink.

Pause.

"Like a date?"

"Yes. You don't have to say yes. If it was just flirting, that's alright, too," he says hurriedly, breaking eye contact with you. His ears are bright red from embarrassment.

"No, no! It wasn't just flirting to me," you say quickly. "I honestly felt it too. Something . . . more. I'd love to go on a date with you."

"Oh?" He stares at you shyly. Wow, he's not usually this shy. Sure, he gets giggly when you flirt with him, but not like this. "Really?" he asks. You nod.

"Really. But only if you promise to stay focused during practice tomorrow."

"Don't you get distracted, Yeo Hwanwoong. I'm still your dance instructor."

He smiles his usual, joyful smile. "Of course, teacher-nim."

You laugh and look at the mirror on the wall. You see yourself and Hwanwoong standing there, backs against the wall. Your reflections are smiling back at you.

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ereri-lost-and-found · 6 years ago

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Hey guys! Love your blog by the way, so glad those staff fuckers didn't delete you!!! I've been adoring any and all fics with Eren being an amazing singer. Anything come to mind/any recommendations?? Preferably long ones but don't mind either way 😁🙌❤️️

So glad you like the blog! And we’re sooo happy we survived too! We’re going to keep delivering fics for as long as we can :) Onto your list of singer!Eren stories! Hopefully you’ll enjoy what we got together for you!

Daydreams Are Made Of This by SimplyTsundere(Rated E, Words 11547, complete)

The last week has been rough for college senior Levi Ackerman. With exams, graduation on the horizon, and a breakup he’s looking to just relax. Fortunately for Levi, his friends know exactly how to make him do that. A road trip to the next state over to see his favorite band performing at a local bar should do just the trick! Along the way they have some fun with a motorcyclist who can’t seem to take his eyes off Levi. Hange decides to write down the pantomimed numbers and call up the guy to discover he’s a fan of the band as well but can’t make the performance due to work. In a strange twist of fate, Levi will end up seeing the motorcyclist again and in a way that he never imagined. This is the trip that will lead Levi to believe that fate has a funny way of showing us to what we need most even in the times that we may not think so.

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To See by KATastrofic222(Rating teen, words 18382, mulitchapter, complete)

Where Levi is blind and he gets attracted to Eren’s songs and voice.

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Leave Your Lover by SailorHeichou(He’s not exactly a singer in this one but he does play his guitar / sings on his balcony which makes Levi fall hard.) (Rating E, Words 183581, mulitchapter, complete)

Levi is a 30 year old divorced Chef who works at his best friend’s restaurant.

An ex military Sergeant, Levi lives his life according to a strict routine. One day, his strict schedule is thrown off when a mysterious cat makes it’s way into his apartment from the open Balcony. When Levi hears it’s owner knocking on his door, he wasn’t aware that his life would be turned upside down and all because of this boy standing in his doorway with the biggest, brightest green eyes he’d ever seen and his name is Eren Jaeger.The story in which Levi doesn’t know he’s gay and is in denial about it until a certain bright eyed boy moves in next door and steals his heart. The only problem is… he’s got a boyfriend.

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Baby, It’s Cold Outside by jaegersaint(Again, not really singers but they meet by Eren singing!) (Rating Teen, words 1968, complete)

For the Tumblr prompt: “So we’ve never met but our showers are on opposite sides of the same apartment wall so sometimes we’re showering at the same time and we sing duets” AU. Also, “Sometimes we’re showering at the same time and I can hear you moaning.”

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Fan by Ereri_Shipper69

(Rating E, words 6972, complete)

Levi is forced to go to a concert of a band that he cares not about and has never heard about before in his life. When they get there, he expects to immediately hate the group.But then a man who is younger than him, approaches him and leaves him feeling hot and bothered. Turns out, it’s the lead singer from the band.And damn, does he instantly take a liking to that sultry voice that only seems to be singing for him.

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Give Me Loves by s_n_k_tt(Rating E, words 1662, complete)

After a six month tour, Eren is finally seeing his boyfriend again in their secret cafe hiding place. However, things never seem to go well for these two.

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Indicate by blumen (Rating E, words 22879, mulitchapter, complete)

There were many ways in which one could find their soulmate. If you were lucky you were born with something cute like only beginning to age once you had met them. Or being able to talk to them in your dreams, regardless of any oceans separating you apart. Or even a cute little symbolic matching tattoo. Unless you were famous or something along those lines and everyone tried to get the same one to snare you in, all were quite harmless. Excluding their minor loopholes. Levi wouldn’t have even minded having his stomach light up like a Carebear if it means he wasn’t stuck with possibly one of the worst Indicators of all.

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Its a good thing, I like you by ackersass(Rating Teen, words 1062, complete)

Levi is a writer that stays at home and writes his books, goes on talk shows to give interviews and goes around some parts of the country to do signings.Eren is a singer who has a band called Shinganshina who’s recently been touring.

The band has made an appearance as its the last day of their tour before coming home and Eren has a special announcement to make before heading home

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Pining by spaceboytsukki(Rating Teen, words 4052, complete)

Levi had thought he could get through this class without any trouble, but this asshole who sat three rows in front of him was all he could think about and it was fucking annoying. Him and his stupid messy hair and his stupidly bright eyes.

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Beyond the Lights by yanderelevi(Rating M, words 6523, complete)

Eren is a singer who was forced into fame by his father. After winning another award, he goes back to the hotel, just to meet a cop named Levi in the worst situation possible.

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Büsker Dü’s and Don'ts by shulkie(Couldn’t remember if Eren sang in this one but he does join a band and become very famous.) (Rating E, words 49587, multichapter, complete)

Maybe Levi was taking out his frustration over his recent breakup on the overenthusiastic busker playing outside his office. But really, there were only so many drum solo covers he could listen to someone play on a bucket.What he doesn’t understand is why the kid still sticks around.

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Superstar by alli12345(Rating Teen, words 28779, mulitchapter, complete.)

Eren and Levi live in completely different worlds. Eren is just a college student who works at a music store, while Levi is an internationally famous pop singer on tour. Their paths cross and a new forbidden relationship begins.

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carbo-ships · 1 year ago

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I'm too embarrassed to put this on AO3 since the people there actually think I'm cool but here's Aeth and Ardis sharing an intimate moment after his haircut in response to the last chapter