#chapter 1417

[calekinnieplus]

The mirror quickly reflects my face:

Black hair, brown eyes, deep facial features, hard lines…

Damn, when did I become so handsome? I can’t believe that I’m the one in the mirror!

Wow, so modest 🤭

Well, I can't blame you. You're a handsome man ;))

[febuwhump]

febuwhump 2024 survey results

has it been six months since febuwhump? yes. yes it has. nevertheless, here's the cold hard data (analysis) of the survey from febuwhump 2024: feb five.

firstly, this year was our most popular yet! with 1417 works in the official collection across 329 fandoms, we made (and shared) 103 fics more than 2023, and 770 more than my first year running febuwhump in 2021! this isnt even including all the art and fics posted to tumblr, or wasn't shared during the event, which would put our total so much higher!

the prompt list had 4000+ notes and i received 115 responses to the survey.

there were 62 people in the hall of fame, up from 51 in 2023.

the blog hit 2,683 followers, up from 1,946 at the end of the 2023 event.

across two independant check, based on the average word count of 2,000 words per fic in the 2024 collection, and aware of the multi-chapter fics (some of which were finished after the event), it is estimated that 2.8 million words were written for febuwhump 2024. which is just. fucking insane.

now, onto the survey results!

firstly: in what way did you participate in Febuwhump this year?

with extra write-ins not pictured, fanfiction was the overwhelming winner with 92 responses (82.6%), followed by original fiction (22.6%) and artwork (11.3%). interesting to me personally is the 4 responses who wrote poetry and the not-pictured 1 response who created web-weaving! which is very cool and i would like to see it.

fandoms

according to the survey:

the most popular fandoms written for were the star wars universe and legend of zelda universe (8/115 responses)

21 responses included original fiction

the majority of responses also referenced more than one fandom, meaning less people stuck to a single fandom or topic the entire time.

according to the collection:

21 anime/manga fandoms were represented

51 books/literature fandoms were represented, 12 being specific star wars subseries

24 RPF fandoms were represented, including bands and minecraft servers

the most popular fandoms written about in the collection were:

star wars (all media types) - 253 works

star wars: the bad batch - 80 works

torchwood - 66 works

original work - 56 works

my hero academia - 54 works

why and how

next, there were a lot of really lovely responses about why participants took part in febuwhump, a few favourite and repeated responses being that it seemed fun, they'd done it before and so wanted to do it again, and they liked to write about their favourite characters suffering. also, multiple people have been doing it for three of the four years i've been running it (of five total), and several were encouraged by friends!

the majority of participants discovered febuwhump through tumblr, the admin's tumblr, ao3 fics and discord servers. a handful said there's apparently a google doc floating around that houses a whump event calendar. i would be interested in seeing that if anyone's got it.

did you participate in Febuwhump 2020, 21, 22 or 23?

the majorty of respondants were new comers to febuwhump at 66.1% "no" to 33.9% "yes". the majority of comparisons to previous years referenced a noticably bigger community, more interaction on the blog, and the admin being more "confident" (oh, you guys), however several noted that the prompts felt more repetitive or samey this year than they did previously.

are you a Febuwhump completionist or participant?

a fairly even split, 51.3% of participants didn't finish compared to the 48.7% who did. however, only 88.1% of those completionists submitted to the hall of fame.

for those who didn't complete, the most common amount of prompts completed was 2 (13.6%), 3 (11.9%) and 12 or 6 (6.8%).

the most common place to share prompt fills was tumblr (74.8%), ao3 (72.2%), or choosing not to share at all (7%). several write-in responses said that they were planning to share in the future but hadn't yet. and while 76.4% of people submitted to the ao3 collection, those who didn't claimed it to be because the fics weren't ready to be shared on time, they weren't following the rules so didn't add to the collection, an inability to find the collection on ao3 (i swear i'm working on it) or shyness/fear.

what went well/even better if:

the only actual criticsm of the event received was that the blog was posting in a "spam"-like way, to the point that the participant almost unfollowed (and another suggested a reblog tag so it could be ignored easier if people didn't want to see the works throughout the month).

several comments asked for a later deadline for submission to the collection/hall of fame, which is going under advisement, but the current position is that by doing so, it makes the event a different event. there are no stakes to actually create once a day if, at the end of it, you actually get 2 weeks of extra time.

another couple mentioned there being too many dialogue prompts and vague prompts. this will be considered during the next voting period and prompt collation - potentially, if i allowed less dialogue prompts into the final 100 vote, less would make it through to the official 28, however the voting itself is out of my hands (unless voter fraud occurs once again).

the main suggestion for improvement (8 times out of 44 suggestions) was for an additional mod to help with reblogging more. (which imo flies in the face of the "spamming" from earlier, but there is surely a middle ground). this is likely to not happen, because i like running the event alone, despite the major burnout i receive every single year without fail. but thanks for your concern lol.

on discord:

31.3% of participants were in the discord server (which, this year, ignored the first year's 100 user cap and had 172 total users).

43.6% of people who didn't join the server did so because they hadn't heard of it, while the majority didn't join because they were either shy (the minorty) or don't use/like discord (the vast majority). i don't know if tumblr still does groupchats and if that would be a viable alternative, or if there is another forum/chat location that would work better (or to have in tandem), but i am open to suggestions.

of the people who were in the channel, most (33.3%) used it "rarely", followed by "most days" (25%) and "for half the month" (22.2%)

febuwhump 2025

the majority of responses wanted next year's colour scheme to either be red or green, but shout out to everyone who wanted orange, the person who said "children's hospital" and the other person who gave me this specific hex code: #4BEC13

which is vile, but also another vote for green.

finally, here are my favourite suggestions for febuwhump 2025's colloquial name. previously, we have endured febuwhump 2: electric boogaloo, febuwhump 3: tokyo drift, fourbuwhump and feb five.

febuwhump 6 suggestions:

fe6uwhump (which, i'll be honest, is a real contender)

"I don't know"

febuwhump 666

febuwhump: revenge of the sixth

"I don't know, sorry"

"febuwhump sex and make all the prompts kinky"

"??? i have been thinking about this for 10 mins"

febuwhump 6(9)

feBEEwhump

"i am bad at this"

"could not care less"

febuwhump feb five 2: electric boogaloo

apparently, i accidently made this a mandatory question and that made some of you mad :(

and that's the wrap up survey, six months late! any questions/queries/want to see some of that cold hard data? send me an ask. i'll actually respond to it i swear! (probably!)

[kararisa]

darling, starling

— 15. i can fight — ✦

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summary: being the world-famous singer-songwriter "zenith", the limelight has been on you ever since the start of your career. however, the media becomes relentless when leaks of music you never meant to release begin to circulate. your friend scaramouche, meanwhile, seems to have gotten stuck while writing his second book. with a deadline fast approaching, he comes to you with a deal: act as if you're dating him so he can gather reference material and, in turn, he'll help keep the press' eyes off of your leaks until you release your next album. a win-win in your book, so why not help a friend out?

author's notes:

just one more chapter before the end of the first act~

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[peachymilkandcream]

My Husband, My Monster|Part 6|William Afton x Wife!Reader

(A/N: Christmas is over and we're back on the grind of writing. Another MHMM chapter is the perfect way to get back into it, this one is pretty short because I wanted to get it out but I’m technically on holiday. Hope you enjoy the newest chapter and reply to be added to the taglist!)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, power imbalance, age difference, manipulation, mind breaking, yandere themes, yandere behaviours, domestic violencee, misogyny, violencee, William's a warning himself, etc.

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Domestic bliss, what a lie that was. She wished she had knew just how much work a child would be before allowing this to happen. William didn't help their situation either, he was of the mindset like most men his age, he believed that taking care of and raising their child wasn't his responsibility. She was the one getting up in the middle of the night to tend to little Michael, since William couldn't be bothered to get out of bed.

He was also starting to work late, spending all of his time at work instead of his recovering wife. It was as if now that she had given birth he now longer had any use for her. She was just an after thought because he had gotten what he wanted, the perfect family.

His excuse was that the business was booming and therefore it required more of his time and dedication than it had before. According to him, Henry was pushing more and more for certain animatronics and making the business run and function the way he chose and brushing past William’s wishes. Of course he had a right to be miserable.

Somewhere within was the man she had come to find so charming, however deep within it was. He was irritable, aggressive, and changed his moods on a whim. The bruises on her body were a testament to these.

Never in her life would she have thought that she would be trapped in a marriage with a child where her husband beats the hell out of her whenever he feels he should. What was worse, she didn’t have her parents around to ask whether or not it was okay for her now husband to do such a thing. They would always just tell her what was right and wrong, now she only had William’s word for it.

The martial strife between the two seemed to have been sensed by little Micheal, he wouldn’t stop crying, screaming his lungs out until his mother’s ears were bleeding. She couldn’t get any moment of rest from the constant wailing from her dear son.

It was days like these she wished to drop her life and walk away forever, try some way to go back to the life she had before all of this and have some semblance of normalcy.

But how could she leave? This was her life, it’s all she knew now, it’s all she had. She hadn’t been in contact with her parents this whole time and she didn’t even know where they were now, they had moved away, never to be seen or heard of again.

She was trapped, stuck under the will of her husband to do as he pleased. Her life was never to be her own again, he would decide all things for her, everything would be what he chose.

Which is what happened when he approached her one night after she had finally healed from childbirth. She had been on her own the entirety of the day, exhausted from taking care of all of his house and child.

“My dear, I believe it’s time we have another child.”

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[supernova25]

BITE ME !

vampires dont exist! of course they dont. but what happens when you meet one? do you still think they dont exist? do you fall in love? do you hate him?

content . .

↪ . . a vam!scara, school au, inspired by enhypens bite me

↪ . . if theres anything that might be unsettling in a chapter i will add a c/w !

status . .

↪ . . upcoming ! ive worked on it a bit, i might post a chapter soon

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↪ . . remade bite me even though i didnt even start it yet :3

Chapters

#001 . . A little an encounter

#002 . . tba

#003 . . tba

#004 . . tba

[mybelde]

43: don't be a pussy

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2 more chapters till the end guys 😱

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[robindrake93]

Little By Little (1417 words) by robindrake93 Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Nico di Angelo/Percy Jackson Characters: Percy Jackson, Nico di Angelo Additional Tags: POV Third Person, One Shot, Prophetic Dreams, Blood and Injury, Fluff, Sharing a Bed, lets get you out of those wet clothes, Pre-Relationship, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Summary: Percy dreams that Nico is hurt and then Nico shows up on his fire escape.

[carriehobbs]

Netflix and Chill

I know that the MC wakes up in their own room at the beginning of Chapter 3 in Blood Moon (by @barbwritesstuff), but I've always had this image in my head of my Marco-romancing MC, Mia, falling asleep with him while watching Netflix at the end of Chapter 2. So I wrote about it.

After an exhausting night finding Carrie, bringing her back to the den, and meeting with the Alpha, Mia and Marco watch a documentary. Marco/MC, 1417 words.

Read it on AO3

“This octopus here has sustained damage to one if its nerves. As a result, the octopus can no longer change the colour of its skin, which is controlled by cells called chromatophores. The Octopus vulgaris, or common octopus, however, will regain control over its colouring as the damage to the impacted nerve is naturally repaired over time,” the documentary’s narrator explains as the camera zooms in close on the image of a lone octopus sheltered in a cluster of underwater rocks. The skin of the octopus’s mantle is a milky white in stark contrast to the speckled brown of its arms.

For a second all Mia can think about is the stray, down on the ground in the dirt by a rusty swing set. The taste of rotten blood. Pale skin under ugly, flickering streetlights.

Mia reaches up abruptly to adjust the angle of the laptop screen. Marco shifts slightly beside her, his weight pushing down on the cheap mattress.

It’s only been about twenty minutes since their documentary started. The laptop rests on Marco’s stomach, balanced precariously and with its screen tilted ever so slightly more towards her than him. Marco’s blankets are kicked haphazardly to the foot of the bed, shoved away when they’d settled against Marco’s flattened old pillows, and his right earbud sits uncomfortably in her left ear. Mia feels the prick of cool, early-morning air on her exposed skin where her shirt rucks up on the right side. This moment is still a million times better than the cold patrol or the crammed ride home or the awkward report to the Alpha that followed, though that’s mostly because of the way she can bask in the warmth of Marco pressed flush against her, side-by-side from toe to shoulder.

“You still watching?” Marco asks softly, jostling her as he tries to glance down without jabbing her in the forehead with his chin. It’s the first time either of them has spoken since Marco pressed play.

“Yeah,” Mia mumbles. She leans her head against his shoulder, crown against bone, and watches the octopus crawl out from its hiding place between two rocks.

“I wouldn’t blame you, you know,” he says, but Mia can practically hear the smirk he must be wearing on his stupidly handsome face. “I’m pretty fucking tired too.”

Mia blinks, slow and heavy. “’m not tired.”

Marco laughs, a quick breath out through his nose that is more like a strong exhale than anything else, but he doesn’t challenge her claim.

They settle into relative silence again, their quiet breaths only interrupted by the documentary narrator’s voice coming tinny and uneven through their earbuds. Marco doesn’t normally let their movie nights get this quiet; usually she has to shush his stream of commentary during what he considers to be the boring parts of the movie. It’s nice, though, to sit here with him and feel his every breath through where she touches his shoulder. If she listens closely enough, she can pretend to hear his heartbeat.

While their movie nights are fairly frequent, they’re hardly ever planned more than a few hours in advance. They’re typically prompted by Marco, who drops the suggestion apropos of nothing in the middle of a conversation over lunch or on patrol or really any time it’s just the two of them. Mia always agrees and flushes warm all over in a way that makes her feel so obvious and girlish. Then he smiles that wide, familiar smile and she schools her hands into fists in her jacket pockets so that she doesn’t reach out and ruffle his hair or touch his shoulders or his jaw or his mouth with her mouth. Later, they hunch over Nikolas’s DVD collection and debate which movie to watch and her pick almost always wins.

Some nights, when the pack is asleep, they sequester themselves with Marco’s laptop in one of their bedrooms the same way they’ve hidden away tonight. Mia’s favourites, though, are the nights where they commandeer the TV and the use-worn bottle green couch in the den’s living room.

On those nights she has to sit so close to Marco in order to share the popcorn that she can feel the warm, solid press of his thigh against hers through their jeans and smell the scent of laundry detergent and his cheap cigarettes on his clothes. Sometimes, blissfully, they even fall asleep there on the couch, wrapped up together in the same blankets. These nights are the closest anything’s ever come to being perfect, even if she has trouble looking her packmates in the eyes the next morning because of the creeping, itching feeling along her skin that they can see through all her transparent excuses.

Mia subtly turns her face in to Marco’s shoulder and inhales with eyes fluttering shut, long and deep and slow. Laundry detergent and cigarettes. Even after tonight, he’s still her Marco.

“I can turn it off if you want,” Marco offers and for a foggy-brained second Mia doesn’t know what he’s talking about.

“I’m watching,” she insists once she catches up.

Mia rolls to her left, in towards where Marco’s weight dips the mattress, and accidentally kicks his blankets the last few inches off the end of the bed where they land with an almost inaudible thump on the floor. As she settles again, she manages to resist the urge to drape her arm, heavy, across his body and pull him in close until she’s wrapped around him and can keep him near her forever. It’s a very near thing.

A few suspiciously-long seconds pass before Marco speaks again. “Your eyes are fucking closed. You can’t see anything.”

“No,” Mia lies, eyes closed.

“You’re totally not watching.”

“I’m listening.”

“Bullshit. If you’re watching, then what’s happening?”

“Shh,” Mia hushes. “I’m listening. You’re being too loud.”

“Bull-fucking-shit,” Marco repeats toothlessly while Mia presses her face firmly down into his shoulder even though it squishes her nose.

When Mia blinks her eyes open again, still lethargic and slow, it’s against the soft dawn light filtering past Marco’s thin curtains. Marco is fast asleep, his chest rising and falling slowly and evenly under her head and her palm, which is curled into the fabric of his shirt over his pectoral. Marco’s laptop lays abandoned on his stomach; the screen is dark.

For a second Mia just watches him, trying to commit to memory the way the stillness of sleep transforms his expression into something peaceful, so different from the bright smiles he usually lets her see. Then she slowly uncurls her hand from Marco’s shirt and smooths out the wrinkled fabric. Her face feels embarrassingly hot and she hopes that Marco had at least already been asleep before she grabbed at him like a child clinging to a favourite toy in the night. Not tonight, she had promised him, and she had meant it.

Mia closes the laptop and places it gently on her abandoned side of the bed, the space still warm and inviting, before slipping to the door as quietly as she can. Slowly she turns the doorknob and pulls the door open, glancing behind her one last time at Marco’s sleeping form. He hasn’t even stirred. Mia closes the door behind her with equal caution, gently settling the door back into its frame before turning the doorknob to prevent it from clicking as the mechanism latches.

Her trip one door down the hall to her own room is mercifully short. She strips off her day clothes perfunctorily as soon as the door is closed, leaving them abandoned in a heap in the middle of her floor to be dealt with later. She wriggles into a pair of worn cotton sleep shorts and an oversized, hand-me-down t-shirt and flops inelegantly down onto her own bed, paradoxically less comfortable than when she’d woken. Mia huffs a slow, deep sigh and drags a pillow towards herself to cling to before closing her eyes again. Hopefully she can eke out a few more hours of sleep before she has to deal with the pack, the stray, and the fallout from the night before. She lays her head down on the edge of the pillow, what little of it isn’t clutched in her arms. It’s a poor substitute for Marco just one room over, she can’t help but think as sleep drapes like a thick blanket over her, but maybe, just maybe, she will only have to make due with pillows for a little while longer.

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(1) The fact about octopus’ nerve regeneration doesn’t actually come from a documentary, it comes from Imperadore, P., Parazzoli, D., Oldani, A., Duebbert, M., Büschges, A., & Fiorito, G. (2019). From injury to full repair: nerve regeneration and functional recovery in the common octopus, Octopus vulgaris. Journal of Experimental Biology, 222(19), 1-11. doi.org/10.1242/jeb.209965. I believe there were a few documentaries about octopuses released in 2019, but, as it turns out, I’m much better at finding journal articles than I am at finding documentaries online. I don’t know what kind of documentary Mia and Marco would have had to be watching to learn this information, but hopefully it interests someone.

(2) I’ve always pictured the pack as having a (sort of musty) old green couch for some reason. The pack’s musty green couch is a real Blood Moon character to me.

(3) The image of Mia and Marco falling asleep on the couch during their movie nights was inspired by this piece of art by @/toads-treasures here on tumblr.

[highwaytothedangerzone502]

Foxtrot Alpha Alpha - Chapter 37

Pairing: Hangman x Female OC

Word Count: 1417

Warnings: Swearing, insinuation of sex

Summary: Hangman learned his lesson a long time ago to never show his true feelings when someone's words or actions hurt him. To do so showed weakness that could be exploited, and Seresin men couldn't show weakness. Of course, there was an exception to every rule, and Jake's always came in the form of women, three in particular: his mom, Juliette Kazansky, and the girl whose name he could no longer bring himself to speak. She was the girl that got away; she was his biggest 'what if' and his biggest regret; she would forever be the ghost that haunted his dreams. Jake believed that's where she'd stay, for he would surely never see her again after what he did.

Or so he thought.

Notes: This is the sequel to India Lima Yankee; I'm using the same callsign for the Female OC as in Ghost Story because I just really like it, but they are different characters; chapters in italics are flashbacks.

Chapter Songs: True The Alchemy

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Hangman

The blue light of breaking dawn peeked through his curtains, adding to the serene, surreal reality Hangman found himself in. Ghost lay beside him in the crook of his arm, her head on his shoulder and arm draped lazily over his torso. He traced mindless patterns on her bare back with one hand while his other rested on her arm. Sleep remained fleeting throughout the night, only allowing him a few precious hours of rest. It was Hangman's own fault. He feared if he fell asleep, that when he awoke, the events of yesterday and last night would be a dream. A cruel, heartbreaking, wishful dream. 

I love you. Ghost's words echoed repeatedly in his head. Hangman couldn't stop it. For so long, he'd ached to hear those words, and then she'd said them. Hangman hadn't quite been able to process it, still silently reeling from seeing the letters he'd written to her- with no intentions of ever relinquishing them to her- in Ghost's hands. Coyote had no right to give them to her, but while Hangman wanted to give his friend a piece of his mind about it, he also recognized that without it, he and Ghost may never have confronted each other about everything.

Ghost twitched in her sleep and whimpered. Hangman placed a kiss on the top of her head, and she settled down. A few moments later, she stirred, squinting at the daylight and letting out an annoyed groan. She shifted slightly up his body to hide her eyes in the crook of his neck.

Chuckling to himself, he whispered, "Good morning."

Ghost only let a tired grunt in response. She had never been a morning person unless it involved getting breakfast, so Hangman didn't take it personally. 

"You hungry?" Hangman queried. 

Ghost nodded but failed to move to let him up. When he pointed this out to her, she mumbled, "I think I'm going to choose starving and staying where I'm at."

Hangman, unable to stop himself from teasing her, said, "Can you say that again? I can't hear you when you're talking into my shoulder."

Ghost twisted her head and rested it on his chest, but didn't look up at him. She repeated what she'd said and added, "You didn't have trouble hearing me talk into your shoulder last night."

Hangman laughed good-naturedly, tugging her closer to him. "That's because you were screaming, not mumbling."

"Shut up." The searing kiss Ghost captured him in took away any seriousness from her statement. God, Hangman couldn't get enough of her. He never believed they'd be like this together, let alone even speaking. And the strangest sensation, the most unfamiliar emotion, settled over him. 

Happy.

He was happy.

Hangman tried to reflect on the last time he felt the way he did now. It didn't take long to figure out it had been before Ghoul died. A time when he and Ghost had briefly returned to Texas, and they sat on the bleachers of their high school football stadium, staring up at the stars, laughing so hard that tears filled their eyes. For the life of him, what they had talked about eluded him, but the memory and feelings remained, and Hangman would savor them forever, including the current moment he found himself in.

Hangman kissed the top of Ghost's head and said, "You relax here. I'm going to cook breakfast."

"No, no, I need to get up. Otherwise, I'll sleep until noon."

"We can go back to sleep after breakfast because God knows we barely got any last night."

Ghost grinned wickedly. "Who says we'll get any after breakfast?"

Hangman debated on saying 'fuck it' and skipping eating if it meant going another round -or two- with Ghost, but the love of his life decided for him, rousing herself out of bed and heading to the bathroom. He forced himself up and threw on some underwear and gray sweatpants before shuffling to the kitchen. He pulled out the bacon, the eggs, and some potatoes and got to cooking, playing some soft country music in the background.

About ten minutes later, Ghost padded in, wearing nothing but her underwear and his t-shirt. He nearly went weak in the knees at the sight but managed to stay upright through sheer stubborness. Ghost sat at the bar and watched him cook. Without a word, he slid a cup of tea over to her, already made the way she liked it with cream and sugar.

Ghost smiled sleepily and said, "I needed this."

"Wake you up for round two?" Hangman asked cheekily.

She snorted softly. "I'm pretty sure it'll be more like round six or seven, but no. It's not just because I got no sleep last night."

Hangman grated the potatoes to prep for the hash browns. "What's up?"

Ghost traced the rim of the cup, staring into the steaming hot liquid. "You know how my mom and dad split up for a bit before I was born?"

"Yeah, your mom came to Cali. Why?"

"She met up with Maverick while she did. They... had a fling."

"Huh. I'm surprised Charlie did that when she was still technically married. I mean, I know your parents were separated, but-"

"That's not the kicker."

"I feel I should stop grating the potatoes for this."

"You might want to sit down, actually," Ghost suggested with mild amusement. Hangman remained standing but braced himself on the counter. "It was roughly nine months before I was born."

"I don't... Oh. OH!" Hangman barely remained standing as the epiphany struck him harder than a plane going Mach 2. "You-you're-"

"Maverick's daughter," Ghost finished, crossing her arms on the counter and resting her chin atop them. "I haven't told anyone else in the Daggers. Not even Juliette. I wasn't planning on anyone finding out, especially Mom and Maverick."

"They know?"

"Yeah. Mom somehow found out, and I know she told Maverick because he tried calling me not long after Mom called me out on it. That was before I came over here, so, you know, was dealing with two existential crises at a time. Figured this one might be more easily solved since it was closer to home."

"Maverick's close to home," Hangman pointed out, tossing the potatoes onto the skillet. "Why not deal with him first?"

Ghost shrugged. "I don't know where to start or what to do about it. With you, I at least had history to go off of."

"And the knowledge that, for better or worse, I just can't say no to you."

Mischief flared in her eyes. "You shouldn't have told me that."

"Food first-" Hangman said, piling her plate with breakfast- "cardio after."

He joined her at the bar, and they said nothing as they devoured their food, starving from yesterday's activities. And last night's. But Hangman didn't mind the silence. It allowed him to wrap his head around everything that had happened and been discovered in the past twenty-four hours, and Hangman couldn't decide what shocked him more: Ghost sitting beside him as more than a friend or the news of Ghost's real father.

Maverick was Ghost's biological dad. 

How... well, he knew how, but still. How would this affect Ghost's relationship with the Captain? How would it affect her relationship with Juliette, who had practically been a surrogate daughter to Maverick? And Rooster, who might as well have been Maverick's son? 

"Trust me, I've had the same thoughts," Ghost said quietly, picking at the last few pieces of hashbrown on her plate.

"How did you-"

"I recognize the expression," she replied simply. "I should probably call my mom back, and Maverick too, for that matter, but I don't want to deal with it. I just... I want to enjoy a sliver of peace and happiness right now."

Hangman grabbed the underside of her stool and pulled her closer to him. "You don't have to face this alone. I'm with you."

"Forever?"

He leaned in and pecked her on the lips. "And always."

Ghost smiled, a blush rising on her cheeks. "Would it be okay if I stayed here a little longer? I don't want to go home yet."

"Of course," Hangman replied immediately, silently pleased not only for his own selfish reasons of keeping Ghost at his side for as long as possible but also because a little voice whispered sinisterly at him that if he let her out of his sight any time soon, he wouldn't see her again for a long time. 

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[viccyfics]

Sinful Pencil Strokes

chapter: 2/?

Words: 1417

Fandom: Ghost (Swedish band)

Summary: Swiss shows his drawing to Phantom and Mountain. Phantom decides he wants to be the next model

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"I didn't know!" Phantom's laugh came through the hallway startling Swiss. Luckily the Multi ghoul had already cleaned himself up. It was perfect timing.

"I warned you" Mountain chuckled as he opened the door to the ghoul quarters, Phantom a few paces behind him, both covered in dirt and Satan knew what was stuck in Phantom's hair.

"What's happened?" Swiss asked genuinely curious to the pair, "Tommy wanted to see how many plants he could eat without me noticing" Mountain said, his chuckle starting up again "But forgot that I warned him that some weren't edible so he ended up vomiting in a rose bush".

"I'm fine though" Phantom smiled bouncing over to the couch Swiss was sitting on when he noticed the slightly concerned look on Swiss' face, "Ooh lemme see!" The Quintessence ghoul cheered when he saw the sketchbook next to Swiss "You must have drawn something by now". Swiss nodded with his typical toothy grin on his face "How badly do you want to see it?" he asked leaning in closer to the smaller ghoul once he had sat down, licking his lips.

"oh," Phantom stuttered out watching Swiss' tongue, "enough to give me a kiss?" Swiss asked teasing his index finger across Phantom's chin, the younger ghoul nodded, his eyes still on Swiss' mouth. Tilting the purple ghoul's chin up Swiss couldn't help but watch the way Phantom's eyes widened.

Their lips collided with fervour, a connection fueled by desire and intensity. which often was the case whenever anyone would kiss Swiss.

"Good boy" Swiss teased pulling away, watching the blush on Phantom's cheeks darken with the praise. "Can I see now?" Phantom panted out his eyes focusing on Swiss' amber ones.

"Here you go, Little dude" Swiss replied, handing the sketchbook to the awaiting ghoul whose hands were outstretched in excitement.

"It's not great or anything" Swiss muttered under his breath looking away not wanting to see Phantom's face in case he was disappointed.

"Fuck.." Swiss heard from the young ghoul's mouth, "Swiss are you insane?" The multi-ghoul's head snapped around towards him, mouth agape and eyes wide, but before Swiss could say anything Phantom carried on "This is amazing, what do you mean it's not great? you're an amazing artist, it's just as good as your skills on stage!"

"oh" Swiss chuckled awkwardly "Thank you", he should have seen this coming but it still caught him off guard. "What are you gonna draw next?" Phantom asked looking up at Swiss, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"More like who" Swiss smirked eyeing up Phantom and making the small ghoul giggle.

"Can you draw me next?" Phantom asked tilting his head at an angle and looking at Swiss through his eyelashes, "I could be a good model if you want me to be." "Oh, I'm sure you could be" Swiss chuckled "But maybe not when you're so filthy".

Phantom let out a loud laugh and looked down at his clothes "I guess I do need a shower".

"A bit more than a shower" Mountain's voice came from the other side of the room where he was sitting in a chair shirtless and nursing a pint of water.

Swiss laughed as he caught himself staring a little too much at the slight curve of the Earth ghoul's hair-covered chest.

"You think the three of us could fit in the shower?" Swiss asked looking between the two ghouls, "Not a fucking chance" Mountain replied shaking his head, "Especially not with all of Cumulus' soaps in there".

Phantom let out a small whine in disappointment, "Someone's upset" Swiss jested nudging him gently.

"Go get a shower" Mountain sighed at Phantom "I need to get in after you".

"Fine" Phantom grunted standing up to his feet and quickly leaving the room without another word.

"Who's got your tail in a twist?" Swiss smirked sliding to the other side of the couch to get closer to Mountain, "Swiss, he's got vomit on his shoes, I'm not having a threesome until he's brushed his teeth. I don't care if you're chill with that but I've got standards"

"Please you're standards are basically nonexistent".

"Are you going to show me your drawing or just let me guess?" Swiss bolted up to grab his sketchbook once the Earth ghoul reminded Swiss he had yet to see it, "Is it as good as Phantom said or is it just a page full of cocks?"

Swiss giggled as he made his way over to the tall ghoul, sketchbook in hand and his hips swaying.

"I'll let you be the judge of that" he handed the book to Mountain with a grin and sat down on the half-undressed ghoul's lap.

"wow.." Mountain whispered, finger tracing over the soft lines of Cirrus' cheek "He was right, you truly are amazing" "Aw aren't you-". He was cut off by the Earth ghoul gently kissing pressing a kiss to his lips

The kiss was full of restraint, as if both ghouls were worried about being caught even though there was no need for such worry. Swiss's hand found its way to the back of Mountain's neck, fingers playing in his hair, Mountain's hands gently traced Swiss's sides, leaving a warmth to bubble in Swiss' stomach though he wasn't sure if it was because of his fire element or from how flustered the tall ghoul was making him.

Swiss pulled away as a quiet moan escaped Mountain's lips, "Now, what's wrong Rocky? Something has to be bothering you more than vomit shoes". Mountain rolled his eyes at the nickname, his hands still holding Swiss' hips, his thumbs brushing up and down slowly.

"Woke up with backache that hasn't gone away yet, my hands ache and my head hurts and I tried to find Aether to help but he was busy and I didn't want to worry Phant so.." the large ghoul trailed off.

"I can help you know," Swiss said putting his head on Mountain's shoulder, Mountain couldn't help but smile remembering the Multi ghoul was becoming particularly better with his Quintessence.

"close your eyes and take deep breaths" Swiss spoke his voice slightly authoritative as he adjusted himself on the Earth ghoul's lap to face him better.

His hands coming up to cup Mountain's face, he could feel the Quintessence slowly travelling through his body as it worked its way into Mountain, there was something so intimate about it Swiss mused watching how Mountain quickly started to relax and a small smile growing on his face.

"Is that better petal?"

"So much better, Alp"

Swiss chuckled when Mountain opened his eyes, the normally large green ones Swiss loved were now lidded and glassy as if he was high.

"Am I interrupting?" Phantom's quiet voice came from behind Swiss, both Swiss and Mountain turned to face him.

His hair was dripping wet and in his eyes, the small amount of fur he had on his body was sticking to his skin weirdly, a large white towel tied around his waist and his tail swishing about behind him making the towel almost completely raised at the back.

"Nah," Mountain said the words slipping out with a mellow, laid-back cadence as he eyed up the young ghoul "Done in the bathroom?"

Phantom looked back down the hallway and back to him "Well...I'm here aren't I?" Swiss let out a loud laugh at the two ghouls.

"Come on big boy" Swiss spoke sliding off of Mountain's lap and pulling the Earth ghoul up to his feet "Go shower and head to bed", Mountain nodded as he walked down towards the bathroom leaving Swiss and Phantom behind.

"Did I upset him?" Phantom asked watching the Earth ghoul disappear from view, "No you're alright he just wasn't feeling well" Swiss sighed scratching the back of his neck his eyes still on the hallway.

Swiss glanced down to the shorter ghoul "You look good" Phantom's eyes lit up "Really? I'm not even dressed"

"Even better" Swiss exclaimed with a smile, "do you want to be my model now?"

Phantom tugged at his tail to keep it from moving his towel anymore "Of course! What do you want me to put on?"

Swiss thought for a moment his eyes linked with Phantom's, "Whatever you want is perfect, although preferably something comfy since you're gonna be in the same position for a while".

That's all it took for Phantom to quickly head down to his bedroom, tail wagging with excitement.

This was going to be fun.

[handspunyarns]

You Were Marked: Prologue.

word count: 268

warnings: none

You Were Marked: Masterlist

In the year 1417 BBY, a small light cruiser left the planet Lew’el to explore the Far Outer Reach System for the purposes of enhancing their standing on the trade routes of the Old Republic. The planet they sought only had the numeric designation of 1207.3, but previous unmanned missions had shown evidence of similar topography and potential assets. The crew of 132 were led by four men: Admiral Stebor Bishop, Captain Clevan Festa, Lieutenant Thombo “Duke” Wellstan, and Lieutenant Hunter Fin-Marsam. The ship suffered major malfunctions upon entering the new planet’s atmosphere, and while the crew was able to land the ship without loss of life, they were unable to raise a strong enough signal for help, and so was presumed lost by their home planet.

The displaced Lew’elans still continued with their mission to research the planet’s assets for mining rights and discovered that the planet did indeed have geothermic properties in the case of a heretofore unknown variety of hydrogen gas. This gas, simply called “Mist” by Admiral Bishop, did have similar toxicity to hydrogen sulfide and hydrogen cyanide, but was not fatal to humans except for overexposure.

With no means of escape, Admiral Bishop declared that their ship be dismantled for the building of a colony where the 132 would live out their days on their new planet. Their new home would be called “Unmanarall” in the language of Lew’ela, and “Nowhere” in the New Basic language. Alone on their new planet, with no means of escape and without any outside interference, the 132 souls grew inward for the future generations to come.

You Were Marked: Next Chapter.

[kararisa]

darling, starling

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summary: being the world-famous singer-songwriter "zenith", the limelight has been on you ever since the start of your career. however, the media becomes relentless when leaks of music you never meant to release begin to circulate. your friend scaramouche, meanwhile, seems to have gotten stuck while writing his second book. with a deadline fast approaching, he comes to you with a deal: act as if you're dating him so he can gather reference material and, in turn, he'll help keep the press' eyes off of your leaks until you release your next album. a win-win in your book, so why not help a friend out?

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One frosty morning in Gusu

by ChardonnayMillenial One winter morning in Gusu, Jiang Cheng found himself awake and unable to fall asleep. So, instead of staying in, he decided to go for a walk, and find none other than the source of his intense thoughts that kept him from sleep. Words: 1417, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Lan Huan | Lan Xichen, Jiang Cheng | Jiang Wanyin Relationships: Jiang Cheng | Jiang Wanyin/Lan Huan | Lan Xichen Additional Tags: Fluff, Short One Shot via https://ift.tt/Icz3BDv

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𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 | ItaFushi

by Mexi_kano 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: El último recuerdo que Megumi guarda de su padre, es el de aquella fría noche en que este lo abandonó; han pasado catorce años desde entonces y finalmente será sacado de la jaula de oro en que estuvo cautivo, sin embargo, para alguien tan "especial" como él parece imposible poder algún día saborear la verdadera libertad. A sus veinte años fue comprometido con un hombre del cual solo conoce su nombre: Sukuna Itadori. Cuando pensó que su vida no podría ser más miserable, sintiéndose un mero trofeo para su esposo, la repentina aparición de un chico de nombre Yuji pondría su mundo de cabeza, quien además es el único sobrino de su marido. Yuji Itadori, y el propio Megumi, tratarán de mantenerse lejos uno del otro a pesar de anhelarse de forma incontrolable, con una desesperación que enciende llamas en su interior. ¿Cuánto tiempo podrá ese par retener la voz interna que les suplica unirse?, ¿Será más poderosa su cordura que el instinto? En la batalla contra el instinto... ¿Quién será el ganador? 𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐀: El presente fanfic es un 𝐀𝐔, es decir, una historia desarrollada en un universo alternativo en que existe el 𝐎𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 (αβΩ). Words: 1417, Chapters: 1/?, Language: Español Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Categories: M/M Characters: Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru, Fushiguro Toji, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna, Uraume (Jujutsu Kaisen), Nanami Kento, Higuruma Hiromi Relationships: Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji, Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru Additional Tags: Omega Verse from AO3 works tagged 'Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji' https://ift.tt/1avDbxL

[mybelde]

18: so it's a "date" ?

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