#dewdrop x female reader

[gravehags]

pray it all away (but it continues to grow)

Pairing: Dewdrop x f!Reader (Ghoul Bicycle Reader)

Rating: EXPLICIT, MDNI

Words: 3,689

Tags: hurt/comfort that turns into nasty filth, showering, biting, blood drinking, dick riding, cum eating, descriptions of violence and cannibalism (i mean...is it considered cannibalism if the ghouls aren't human tho)

Summary: You knew something was up with Dew, and you intend to take care of him in the best way you know how.

a/n: i just think dew should get some tender loving care. and then get ridden so hard his cock snaps off. yknow?

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“Where’s Dew?”

The pack files into the den one by one, giving each other nervous looks.

“He’s uh…still in the practice room,” Rain says softly, putting his hand on your shoulder. You frown.

“At this hour? You guys were already there way later than usual, he shouldn’t…is he okay?”

Sunshine comes over and gives you a firm side hug.

“He’s going through a rough patch lately,” she murmurs, “Mental block, bad mood…you might have noticed the past few days.”

Ah. So that’s why Dewdrop had been sullen and quiet, slinking off to his room rather than gathering with the pack. You know better than most about rough patches and immediately your heart goes out to him.

“Should I go get him?”

“No,” Rain says quickly, “he needs some time to hash things out. He won’t be long and then you can abduct him for whatever plan you have to help, okay?”

“Am I that obvious?” you say with a soft smile. Sunshine nudges you with a smile of her own.

“To us? Of course. And don’t let him push you away when he does return - you know how he is.”

Moody little bastard, you think fondly.

–

It’s almost an hour later when you hear the door to the den open and slam and you come out of your room and down the hall. You pass the empty living room and stand with your hands behind your back. Dew rounds the corner after a few seconds, brow furrowed and hair in a messy bun at the nape of his neck. He doesn’t appear to see you as he shuffles your direction and jumps when he bumps into you.

“Hey, hon,” you say quietly, wrapping your hands around his forearms and lifting them to sit around your waist. He holds on half-heartedly, eyes avoiding yours.

“You don’t have to tell me what’s going on if you don’t want to, but you are going to let me take care of you tonight, okay?”

He winces and one of his hands flies to the back of his neck.

“Not really in the mood, y’know?”

“Yeah. I know.” He finally looks into your eyes and the lines on his forehead soften as he beholds you.

“Please,” you murmur, reaching out to cup his cheek. He sighs and rests the weight of his head in your palm. “I know all too well how these things get when you bottle them up. It will make you sick and I can’t stand by and watch that. So please…come with me.”

He sighs heavily through his nose and his shoulders slump.

“Alright,” he says softly.

Taking his hand you guide him to the end of the hallway and into your room, shutting the door behind the two of you with a snap. When he rubs his arm anxiously you notice that his hand is shaking.

“What uh…what do you have in store for me?”

You smile.

“Gonna take a shower and wash your hair, first of all. The rest is a surprise but you won’t have to do a thing, my love. I’ve got you. C’mon, let’s get you out of those clothes.”

You strip alongside him and you know something really must be bothering him from the way he doesn’t react to your nudity like he normally would. Guiding him into the large bathroom you open the shower door and turn the water on. When you turn to look at Dew your heart breaks. He looks so…small. Which physically, of course, he is but something about his aura seems downtrodden. The military precision with which he normally comports himself is gone in favor of rounded shoulders and anxiously rubbing his palms, tail low and twitching. You gesture him over to you and as gently as possible, you undo his tangled bun and grab your brush. With great care you run the bristles through his long, blonde hair, gently easing the knots out with a practiced hand. You swear you hear a faint purring coming from him over the sound of the water and it makes your heart swell, just a little bit. Setting the brush down you reach in to check the temperature - scalding, as both you and Dew like it. You step in first, holding out your hand to him and drawing him into the steam. As soon as he submerges himself in the water he lets out a deep groan that you know comes from his soul. You let him stand there soaking it in for a moment, watching him roll his neck and reach up to rub at the base of his horns before grabbing the shampoo bottle and squeezing some out. He obligingly lets you pull him out of the stream and massage it into his scalp, eyes slipping closed as your fingers scratch gently at him.

“Feels good,” he says, so quietly you can barely hear him over the water.

You hum and place a kiss to his shoulder, nuzzling into the skin. You scrub at him for a good while but when you stop and push him back under the water, he lets out a needy whine.

“Don’t worry, cinder. I’m not done with you yet.”

You know he loves that nickname, kept private between the two of you in your most intimate moments. He tilts his head back as you rinse his hair, and not for the first time you’re struck by how beautiful the slight ghoul is. You eye the scars on his neck and the matching ones on his sides, remnants from his previous life as a water ghoul. The slope of his nose, the arch of his brows, the curve of his bone-colored horns. 

“You’re staring.”

For a brief moment and for the first time in a long time you feel a flicker of the old Dew come out. His eyes are cracked just barely - just enough to watch you ogle him with the corner of his mouth curled.

“Yeah, well,” you say, easing him back out of the water and squeezing the excess out of his hair, “you’re real pretty, you know? Anyone ever told you that?”

“Usually when they want something from me,” he says as you open the bottle of conditioner and squirt a healthy amount into your palm, “but when you say it I kinda believe it.”

Oh. Your heart aches at that.

Gently, you begin to ease the conditioner into the ends of his hair, combing diligently for a thorough coating.

“Don’t go back in yet,” you tell him, “Gonna wash your face and scrub you down.”

He flushes, even in the heat of the shower.

“You don’t have to do that–”

“But I want to,” you say simply, putting a dollop of face cleanser in your hands and rubbing them together, “now close your eyes for me.”

He does as he’s told and you massage it into his skin in small, circular motions, making sure everything is covered. When your thumbs rub at the base of his horns, he slides a hand around your waist and pulls you in closer.

“I like that,” he says.

“Mmm, I know you do,” you smile, scooping a handful of water and washing the cleanser off his face. The spade of his tail is drifting along the back of your calf as you grab the silicone scrubber and shower gel.

“Gotta let go of me if you want me to get the job done,” you tell him and he pouts but acquiesces. Tenderly, you run the bristles along the slender planes of his body, smiling when he lets you manhandle him into different positions. When your soapy hand drifts down to brush against his cock, he makes an intrigued sound.

“Later,” you promise with a grin, “if you’re still interested.”

“Sweetheart, I’m always interested.”

“Yeah, the Dew I saw walking into the den twenty minutes ago wouldn’t say that.”

He frowns as you rinse him off.

“Probably not. Ah fuck,” he raises a hand to rub at his eyes, “I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for, love,” you tell him firmly as you guide him back under the water to rinse the conditioner off. “Now let’s get this out of your hair so we can go relax, okay?”

“Don’t you have to–”

“Nah. Showered earlier. Just wanted to be in a compact, steamy space with you.”

He snorts.

By the time you shut the water off and grab two of your fluffiest towels, Dew already looks worlds better from what he did earlier. He obligingly lets you put toner and moisturizer on his face, as well as brush out his damp hair. When you hand him a clean pair of pajama pants he cocks his head.

“Did you steal these from my room?”

“Yeah,” you smirk, pulling your nightgown over your head, “I wasn’t about to make you get in my bed nude. How scandalous would that be.”

“Real scandalous,” he says, with a sharp grin. He starts to make his way toward you when he stops and makes a pained sound, gripping his right hand.

“We’re going to address that next,” you say, grabbing a tube of your nicest hand cream off the bathroom counter, “Bed. Now.”

He knows better than to object as the two of you exit the bathroom and pad across the rug to climb into your large bed. When he settles his back against the propped up pillows he lets out a sigh.

“Fuck, I love your bed,” he says, smoothing a hand over the plush, soft duvet. He looks up at the canopy overhead and gets a thoughtful look on his face.

“We should put a mirror up there–”

You groan.

“Not you too…Cumulus already said that. My demon lovers are degenerate sex freaks.”

“That a new reality show like ‘My Strange Addiction’ or ‘Say Yes to the Dress’ or…”

You pause thoughtfully.

“You know actually, I would watch that. Okay stop changing the subject and give me your hand.”

With some hesitation he reaches out and lets you gently take it, squeezing hand cream onto the back.

“Like I said, you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” you tell him, gently massaging the lotion in, “but what’s with the shaking, huh?”

He groans and squeezes his eyes shut, tilting his head back against the pillow.

“Been having…cramping a lot recently,” he says, “It’s not the first time but unholy fuck it sucks. I’m not playing as well as I should, I’m in pain, they’re unsteady…”

You turn his hand over so his palm is facing up, gently kneading into the meat of it. He lets out another groan - this time of pleasure.

“Your hands are my favorite thing about you,” you murmur, “Favorite physical thing, that is. Even before all of us got together I always admired them.”

“Really?” he says softly, tilting his head to look at you.

“Mmhmm. Strong, dextrous. Love the veins on the tops of them. Love the way they handle a guitar. Love the way they handle me even more. You remember our first time?”

“Heh. Sure do.”

“Thought about your fingers for weeks after that - the way they curled inside me hitting all the right spots? Tried to replicate it on lonely nights with my own fingers but they just didn’t cut it. Don’t tell anyone I said this but no one in the pack fingers like you. Not even Cirrus, and she’s good.”

He laughs, loud and sharp, and the sound makes you grin.

“You buttering me up for something?” he asks.

“Not even a little bit,” you tell him, turning his hand over once more to rub the top, “do you remember the first time we spoke?”

“Yeah,” he says, fondness clear in his voice, “you were helping clean up the practice room. Pretty little thing, hair like fire.”

“Told me you liked my rosary because the garnet beads looked like blood,” you chuckle. “Morbid ass weirdo.”

The sharp grin is back.

“As if you don’t fucking love it, sweetheart. You know I’d kill for you. Shit, I have killed for you.”

You gently lay down his hand and gesture for him to hand you the other one.

“No one’s ever told me the details but Cumulus did mention something about Sister Tamsin…”

“You wanna know?”

You pause midway through squeezing lotion into your hand.

“Is it fucked up that I kinda do?”

“Yeah,” he smirks, “you sick, twisted, beautiful thing. Well since no one else has had the balls to tell you, I will. Sister Marguerite came to Papa after whatever happened in the library that day and whew if you could have seen the look on his face. He suggested dismissal but Marguerite said to let us take care of it in our own way. Papa knows how important you are to us so…he did. Set her loose on the grounds and well…it was grisly. I made the killing blow but the ghoulettes really did a number on her too…we made sure none of her went to waste even if she was a waste in life.”

Your breath comes in short pants as you eye the points of Dew’s canines and the smile that plays on his lips.

“Oh,” you murmur, a sharp ache throbbing between your thighs. “Oh.”

He lowers his hand and you look down to see an all too familiar tent in your sheets. It should make you ill that your lovers murdered and devoured someone who was once cruel to you but all that settles in your stomach is heat and arousal.

“How do you want me?” you ask quietly, eyes flying back to his, “I-I need–”

“I know, baby,” he purrs, lotion-softened hand coming up to run along your jaw, “Horrific little thing, getting turned on by bloodshed in her name. I know exactly what you need.”

He lifts his hips up and slides the sleep pants down, pushing the covers with it to reveal his cock. There’s a fat bead of pre hanging onto his slit and he reaches down to scoop it up with his thumb. He doesn’t even have to say anything and your mouth opens obediently.

“Always knew you were fucked up,” he breathes as you suck diligently on his thumb, “it’s always the quiet ones, huh? My beautiful girl. Come here,” he says, crooking his finger and patting his lap. You don’t even hesitate as you pull your slip over your head and throw a leg over him, drawing your cunt to rest against the curve of his cock.

“Needed this for a while,” he murmurs as you rock your hips against him, “fuck, I missed this. Missed you.”

“Me too,” you whimper, “Dew touch me, please.”

He obliges, first slowly sliding his hands along the meat of your thighs, up and over your belly, to come rest on your breasts. He kneads the flesh, thumbs teasing your nipples in tight little circles. When he leans in to slip one in your mouth, you sigh and he runs his tongue along the bud. 

“Dew,” you sigh, “I–ah!”

You jolt forward as Dew sinks his teeth into the soft flesh of your breast. He begins lapping and sucking more hungrily and when he briefly pulls away, his smile is bloody. You’re speechless, cunt clenching around nothing as you watch his tongue slide over his teeth. Without a second thought you lunge forward, slamming your mouth into his and burying your fingers into his damp hair. The kiss is hungry and where you thought there would be disgust at the taste of your blood on his mouth there is only raw arousal. He’s laughing in between kisses, hand cupping the back of your skull as he sucks on your lower lip.

“Ravenous,” he pants, “fucking ravenous, huh? Tell me how much you want it, baby.”

You raise yourself onto your knees and grab his swollen cock, positioning it.

“Dewdrop I want to ride you so hard we both see stars and I want you to bite and lick and suck and fuck up into me. I want to keep tasting my blood on your lips. I want–”

“Do it,” he snarls, “come on. Take what you want from me.”

It’s all the permission you need and you slam down, taking him to the hilt. He lets out a howl as you viciously begin to take your pleasure.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he pants, flexing his hips upward, “show me what a filthy little beast you are.”

You laugh and when you toss your hair to expose your neck, Dew’s eyes get wide.

“Come on, cinder,” you coo, “I know you want to.”

With a snarl he grabs you and licks a stripe up your throat. He gives no warning before biting down on the juncture of your neck and shoulder and fuck it hurts but you feel so delirious you barely register the pain for longer than a few seconds. The little whimpers he makes as he sucks at your wounds make your cunt clench around him.

“Fuck, baby,” you pant, your shower-damp breasts pressed against his narrow chest as you roughly bounce on his cock, “You’re–ah!--perfect.”

He groans and ruts up into you, claws biting at the skin of your waist. When your moaning gets louder, he unlatches his mouth from your shoulder and pulls back to look at you.

“Belial, look at you,” he growls, grinning blood at you, “Fuck, I love–oh fuck–love the little slut we’ve made you.” 

You moan in response and his hand flies to your hair, tugging sharply at the scalp to expose your throat to him once more. When his teeth graze your pulse, you gasp.

“Love–ah–love being your slut, Dew.”

“Yeah? Like being my little fuck toy? My stress relief?”

A laugh bubbles from your throat and you clench around him, hard. He lets out a moan that’s more of a prolonged whine, and tips his head back. 

“Just like that baby, just like that,” he hisses as you ride him, “Fuck, I know you’re close.”

He’s right - your movements have become sloppy and your moans higher in pitch as you chase your high. You reach down to pry one of his hands from your waist and, bringing it to your mouth, slip two fingers in.

“Oh fuck,” he groans, “You want me to fill you up? Go on, show me how you take these fingers you love so much.”

You trace every ridge and callus with the tip of your tongue as your mouth bobs on them, drinking in the way Dew stares at you with eyes like embers. 

“Good girl,” he grunts, hips jackhammering up into you. He may not be as big as some of the others but unholy fuck his stamina is unmatched and you can feel yourself starting to come undone, drooling around his fingers. Without warning, he pulls them out of your mouth and brings them to your swollen clit, rubbing furiously.

“Fuck, Dew! Ah!”

“Come on baby, scream for me like the first time. Want everyone–ah–in this fucking place to hear how good I’m fucking you.”

As your orgasm mounts, you struggle for breath - gasping and choking on your own moans. Dew drags his thumb along the wound on your neck and slides the digit along your bottom lip. The second your tongue darts out and tastes the metallic tang of your own blood, your back arches and a wail crawls out of your throat. The ghoul beneath you pants sharply and then with a long, desperate moan you feel him cum inside you with your name on his lips. Your thighs ache and you can feel the sweat on your scalp. So much for being freshly showered. You let your forehead fall forward and land on Dew’s as his fingers delicately brush the skin of your waist and hips. When he tilts his head forward for a sweet kiss, you smile against his lips.

“How’s your bad mood now, cinder?”

He grins.

“If I’d have known this was what was waiting for me, I wouldn’t have been so pissy today, that’s for sure.”

With a groan, you ease yourself out of his lap, exhaling hard when you feel his cum slip out of you. Dew sees it and his hand darts between your legs to scoop up what’s left on your thighs. You watch through a tired haze as he places his fingers on his tongue and gives you a slow wink.

“Nasty boy,” you murmur, collapsing against your pillow.

“We should uh, probably do something about those?”

Your brow furrows when he gestures to your breast and neck, having completely forgotten that he bit you not once, but twice tonight.

“Am I going to get rabies or something?” you ask sleepily, watching the slender ghoul slide out of bed.

“Dunno, maybe. I’ve never bit a human and kept them alive so…”

It’s horrible, and morbid, and you shouldn’t laugh. But here you are, giggling with your forearm thrown over your eyes.

“Interesting reaction to being told you might have rabies, sweetheart. Come on, up - need to clean the wounds.”

“Aurora bit and drank from me our first time together and I was fine.”

Dew’s eyes unfocus a little as a wicked grin spreads across his face.

“Baby, I’ll make you a deal. You get up and tell me all about your first time with Aurora and I’ll clean these wounds. Then, I’ll fuck you for the rest of the night until you beg me to stop. Sound good?”

You smile and sit up.

“I was supposed to be taking care of you tonight, Dew.”

“Trust me,” he says, reaching out a hand to pull you out of bed, “this is exactly what I need to make me feel better.”

“Want me to text Aurora? Might be better if we just reenacted it,” you say, sitting on the edge of the bed. You’re giving him your most wide-eyed, innocent smile and Dew’s heavy exhale comes out in a wheeze.

“Sweetheart, you are way, way too good to me.”

Your phone is already in your hand.

“You’re welcome, cinder.”

[writingjourney]

ziplocked love pt. 4 | dew x fem!reader

summary: you spend more time with the ghouls and ghoulettes on tour, find a solution to your problem – and decide that eternity maybe isn't so bad :)

content: ~4k words, soft, needy, love-sick dew, banter with the other ghouls, suggestive at times but no smut, this is pure fluff and cheese really.

This is sickening but I wanted to give you this conclusion I've been sitting on for months now bc I felt weird not finishing it.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4/Final Part | Read on Ao3

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“I swear to Satan, one more comment and I’ll murder all of you.”

You feel right at home. All morning the ghouls have been teasing Dew for the bright hickeys on his neck, very visible on the pale human-appearing skin and distinctly mouth-shaped. You sit in a diner, getting breakfast on the road, the ghouls surprisingly well-behaved apart from their bickering. You’re sipping your coffee and watch how Dew furiously blushes every time Swiss flicks against his neck, asking if it hurts.

“Like you had a chance,” Sunshine comments over the rim of her own mug.

“I absolutely have a chance,” Dew grumbles.

You lean into him, still tired, head resting safely on his shoulder, and he immediately softens. His hand finds your thigh and he gives it a gentle squeeze, letting you know he’s there. Last night, you slept on the bus for the first time, tightly wrapped in Dew’s arms but not really finding any restful sleep. You won’t have enough time to get used to the movements and the tiny space. You’re only here for another full day tomorrow. Two nights.

“The coffee didn’t help?” he asks.

“Hm, not really, still feeling tired.”

He kisses your hair, wrapping his arm around your shoulder now. “You can always try napping again later.”

“God you are so sickeningly sweet,” Cirrus says. “Maybe I need to go find myself a human as well.”

“Have fun finding one who’s willing to deal with that attitude,” Dew says.

“That’s rich, coming from you,” Swiss comments.

Dew shrugs. “I found someone.”

“Only because you somehow found the only human who was willing to deal with your weirdness.”

“Weirdness?”

You sigh against his shoulder. “You’re all weird – that’s part of the charm. And you’re also underestimating how weird humans are. We’re not that different.”

“She has a point,” Aether says.

“Mhm,” Rain mumbles.

Back on the bus, you do need to take another nap because you barely manage to keep your eyes open. Dew joins you, scrolling on his phone as you rest on his chest, face buried in his neck. With his even breathing and gentle warmth surrounding you, you easily manage to doze off. Time passes, how long is only a vague estimate, but you’re roused by repeated movements underneath you. When you open your eyes, you notice that Dew has wriggled free, trying to get out of your little bunk.

“Where do you think you’re going?” you ask and he chuckles at your accusatory tone.

“I’m going to ask Papa if we can find a way for you to stay,” he explains. “I know, you’re worried you’ll be treated differently at home and all of that. But I don’t want you to go back.”

“We can do it, Dew. I don’t want you to think I need babysitting or something.”

“I know we can do it, that you can do it,” he snaps. “We did it already. But why torture ourselves when we don’t have to?”

You sigh, rolling onto your back. “I don’t know. They’re going to think I’m getting favours.”

“Well, you do, you’re my girlfriend. That’s just how it is.”

“You know there are so many siblings who would kill to be on tour with all of you.”

“So what? If anyone gives you shit I will give them twice as much shit back.”

You smile. “I know.”

“Come on, you don’t really want to go back.”

“No, I don’t. The thought of being alone again makes me nauseous.”

“Fine.” He purses his lips. “You want me to say it I’ll say it. I won’t let you go. I’ll throw the worst tantrum you’ve ever seen, worse than the time I almost murdered that guy who hit on you at the old man’s birthday party.”

You can barely hide your smirk. “Worse than that? I thought you’d burn the abbey down.”

“Don’t believe me?”

“Who are you gonna murder, then?”

“Whoever says I can’t keep you here.”

“Papa? Sister?”

“Whoever,” he repeats with a deadly serious stare. “But I don’t have to resolve to murder right away. I think a wise starting point would be arson, then I’ll work myself up.”

“You act like you’d be methodical when we both know you’d just scream and punch a whole in a wall until they’re so annoyed they let you have anything.”

He gapes at you indignantly. “I would never do that.”

“You did it before.”

“No?”

“When you wanted them to allow me to basically half-move into your room because you got frustrated of me leaving all the time?”

He shrugs. “Okay, maybe.”

You smirk. “Just admit you’re clingy and needy and that it’s easy to push your buttons and that–“

He roughly grabs your hips before you can go on, pulling you so close you struggle to breathe. “Hey, watch it, you little minx.”

“It’s all stuff that I love about.” You smile as you wrap your hands around his neck. “I wouldn’t want you to be any different.”

That lures an almost shy smile out of him. He kisses you before you can tease him, slow, languid, the kind of drawn-out kiss that you usually share when you’re snuggled up in bed. After a while he presses in harder, tongue sliding into your mouth. You sink into his arms, relent to his efforts. It’s clear that he’s trying to make you so dizzyingly kiss-drunk that you forget your sass.

“Please,” he says once you break away. “Just stay here with me. We can do this all day, baby, we can do even better things.”

“Liar. Not all day.”

“Well, when I’m not on stage.”

“Hmmmmm. Maybe I need another to be fully convinced.”

He playfully rolls his eyes, but indulges you, giving you another slow kiss. “So insatiable. How do you want to go another month without this, huh?”

“I don’t. But what if we can’t?”

“Did you listen to anything I just said?”

“Yes, but you can’t actually burn something down.”

He raises his brows and you smack his shoulder. “Dew.”

“Fine. But I’m asking and I will do whatever… legal… things I can do to convince them.”

“Okay, I can live with that.”

You lean into him, face against his neck, his hair tickling your skin in the way that makes your heart flutter without fail. He holds you so tight that you’re almost convinced anyone trying to separate you would have to use a crowbar. Not that they would be able to use one inside the narrow bunk bed.

You’re not sure how exactly you fell asleep, even less sure how you managed to stay asleep, but you wake up to Dew being gone. At first your immensely confused as to your surroundings, then you recognise the weird shaky movements as the driving of the bus. You feel like you’ve been hit by a brick – the kind of nap that makes you reconsider several life choices. But you climb out of bed, making your way down the hall to the seating area on wobbly legs.

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Half an hour of intense bickering, mostly on Dew’s part.

You’re tempted to just squeeze our ears shut because of course everyone on the bus has an intense opinion on you staying here on tour with them. The public opinion right now is that you should just stay, fuck Sister’s opinion and do what you want. sPapa is the voice of reason, making phone calls to the abbey, trying to reach Sister who seems to be so busy today that you’ve been left hanging in the line for minutes now.

“She can’t make you go back if you don’t want to, you have free will,” Dew says. “And even more importantly I have free will and what I want is the law.”

“That’s exactly how it works,” Sunshine says, grinning at you.

Papa who sits at the other end of the bus, trying to reach some semblance of quiet for his calls, suddenly speaks up and everyone stops in their tracks. “Yes, yes, hi? Oh, okay, eh… sì, sì. I will let them know, yes. Thank you, sis. Yes, of course. See ya, yeah. Stay well, okie-dokie?”

He hangs up and jumps from his seat. “Good news, little lovebirds.”

“Good news?” Dew half-yells.

“Sister said your little amore can stay. Let me speak–” Papa says, stopping Dew who was about to jump on you in his tracks, then he turns to you. “She wants you to document what’s going on for the clergy newsletter. Like a… remote work kind of situation. She says you can’t think she will grant you a month-long holiday distracting the ghouls without some contribution to the… eh, success of the project.”

“But they already have real photographers here,” you argue. You have been taking photos for the clergy newsletter at home sometimes, writing a few articles here and there, but on tour they had the professionals.

“Behind the scenes kind of thing,” he explains. “The stuff the public doesn’t get. For ministry use only so the other Siblings feel like it makes sense that you are here and it’s not just a favor.”

“Oh okay,” you say, finally grasping what this means. “Yeah, sure. That works.”

Dew is already on you, restraint all but used, his mouth crashing onto yours before you can ask any more questions. You’re half-startled but kiss him back quickly, the other ghouls cheering around you as he fiercely continues to move his lips against yours. When you break away, you’re dizzy, everyone’s hand on your arms, trying to hug you. You do your best to reciprocate their affection, the reality of it all slowly settling. You can stay with Dew, you won’t have to go back and wait for him again.

“See, I told you I always get what I want,” Dew whispers, pulling you into his lap on one of the seats.

You smile. “And without arsen nor murder!”

“Murder?” Papas asks, then shakes his head. “You know what? I don’t even want to know. Now I can finally go play games on my phone and you leave me in peace, yes? We stop by a mall later so everyone make sure you have a partner to go with and NO, no one gets an exception. I won’t lose one of you again only to find you naked in a fountain with people making tiky-toky videos of you trying to eat the fish.”

“Rain, he means you–” Aether whispers, earning him a nudge to the ribs that makes him hiss.

Papa just sighs and rolls his eyes, bringing one hand up to massage his temples. “By Satan, why do I keep doing this to myself?”

✦ ✧ ✦ 

A few hours later, on your way to yet another hotel, you stop by the huge mall just as primed. It’s not as much a fun trip as a necessity for you at this point, considering you only packed for five days and not a whole month. But the ghouls are hyped up anyway, like kids on a field trip, and pile out of the bus in their human glamour with so much excitement that it’s catching.

The thing is, you and Dew have never been anywhere together outside of the abbey. Staying in a hotel and getting breakfast in a diner have already been special. But now, walking around a mall with him, hand in hand, his now very clawless fingers laced with yours, is so domestic, so beautifully normal, that it makes your heart beat twice as fast.

As it turns out, Dew is not scared of PDA even outside of the abbey because he simply does not care what any of the humans around you think. He is also not very concentrated on completing the list of necessities you’ve written beforehand but gets distracted by anything that catches his interest. Most of all, though, he’s really focused on you, pointing out things in shop windows, kissing you randomly, so very clearly showing you he’s happy you’re there.

Eventually, you manage to grab all the toiletries and a few basic clothing articles you need. 

Then you pass an absolutely exaggerated candy store and Dew gets you all his favorites that he discovered while on tour. As you explore more of the mall, you munch on sweet and crunchy treats, taking in all the new things you would never find at home. 

Several stores later, Dew suddenly stops, nearly making you stumble.

“What?”

“You haven’t kissed me in two minutes,” he complains.

“I kissed you like ten seconds ago.”

“No, you didn’t?”

“I didn’t?”

“No that one was too short, doesn’t count.”

“It totally counts.”

“No. You said you love how clingy and needy I am, deal with it.”

“Ohhh.” You smirk and let him pull you close, wrap your arms around his neck. “We should have just stayed in and skipped the mall.”

His hands find your ass. “Well, you needed to get clothes. Even though I’m still not sure what for.”

“Because you’re so obsessed with me you won’t let me go back.”

At that he smirks. “Ah, yea, I’m absolutely the only obsessed one here. Not the needy woman who woke me up in the middle of the night to fuck for the fourth time.”

“Because you kept rubbing against me in your sleep.”

“Keep telling yourself that, baby. It’s fine.” 

“Awww, I’m sure it was horrible for you.”

He whimpers. “It was awful. I suffered for you.”

You smack his shoulder and he laughs, finally leaning in to kiss you. It’s not the most glamorous location to make out in, but you deepen the kiss anyway, too enamoured with him and his beautiful smile. He still tastes like candy but it’s odd not to feel his forked tongue or his fangs on your lips, no tail wrapping around your leg. You slide your hands down to his butt and into the back pockets of his jeans, pulling him closer. He moans.

When you eventually break away, you can’t help but grin.

Dew does too when he takes your hand and pulls you with him, walking down another row of stores you haven’t heard of. You definitely have to get more underwear and it’s a struggle not to let the ghoul by your side convince you to get some of the fancy lingerie. But you’re out for necessities, so you go for the simple multi-packs and look for ones that don’t cost a fortune.

In the end, you get a set of red lace lingerie anyway after having him whisper in your ear how he’s going to take it off of you in exquisite detail. Once you’re out of the store, you’re ready for lunch and so you go looking for something to eat.

On your way, you pass by a seating area with a bunch of rides for kids. There’s no one there apart from a mother with her little son who’s having the time of his life on a coin operated horse that’s neighing every few seconds. You also pass a bunch of vending machines for toys and sweets. You don’t really care about them but then you spot a gumball machine at the very end.

You stop in your tracks, effectively stopping Dew with you. “Aw, look, there’s rings inside!”

He furrows his brow. “Rings? Why is that exciting?”

“People get their loved one a ring like that. It’s a cheesy thing, really, but kinda sweet.”

“Should I get you one?”

“A ring?”

“Yes?”

You frown. “Dew… you know why they get those rings?”

“As a promise to love them forever. Because rings are eternal, right?”

He’s not looking at you but scanning the contents of the machine. One of his hands is lifted, finger moving up and down as he counts how many of the plastic balls he’d have to get for the desired content. His words ring in your ears, echo in your mind. As a promise to love them forever.

You struggle to speak normally, voice threatening to quiver any second. “Yes. I mean, usually to propose and marry but I guess that’s the… the idea behind it. To be together forever.”

“Cool, so, should I get you one, then? I don’t know how marrying works, but I think being together forever sounds neat.” He looks from the machine to your red, puffy eyes that are trying to hold back tears. “What’s up?”

The lump in your throat makes it hard to answer. “You want to… you want to love me forever?”

“Of course I do.” He furrows his brow, lifts his hands up to cup your face. “What’s the issue? You look like you’re about to cry.”

“I don’t know,” you lie. In fact, you’re overwhelmed by how easy this comes to him, by how naturally he assumes you’re going to be together for so long. For eternity.

He smiles like he’s seeing right through you. “What, you still think I’m just messing around with you? That I don’t mean it?”

You shrug, face all scrunched up in emotion. Dew just lets out an aw and then he pulls you into his arms, holding you close as he gently runs his hand over your back. He feels perfect, like he always does, and it’s the type of hug you never want to end. But the real issue is that this whole conversation stirred something inside of you that you can’t quite place, an intense, all-consuming feeling.

“Baby, when I say I love you, you need to know that I mean it,” he says. “You’re my everything. To me you’re it, my favorite person, and of course I want you forever.”

“You know forever for you means something different than for me?” you whisper into his neck, barely able to face the words.

„Do you think I won’t find your soul in the afterlife?“

Your heart shatters and puts itself back together at those words. You haven’t really thought too much about that before but now you have an idea why this feels like such a heavy admission. It makes you sob, cry like a baby.

“Oh, hey.” Dew tries to break away, to take a look at you, but you hold onto to him with all your strength. “Baby.”

You fight him and he relents, lets you cling to him and hide the mess on your face.

His voice is soft when he speaks. “Did I say something wrong?” 

“No.”

“So, good tears?”

“Yes, very good.”

“Okay.” He strokes your back, one of his hands sliding under your shirt for some skin contact. His fingertips feel hot against your spine, tickling your skin. But it grounds you, slowly drying the tears. When you break away, Dew wipes your cheeks, cradling your face in his slender hands.

“You okay?” he asks, worry written on his face. “I haven’t seen you cry so much ever. Are you sure this is all what you want?”

“Dew. I love you.”

“I love you, too, baby. So much. But it’s okay if…. I don’t know, if this is too much. Forever is a lot, especially for a human, I get it.”

“No, it’s… it’s all I could ever want. I just… I didn’t think I’d ever have it.”

He smiles softly, leans in for a gentle but firm kiss. “Well, you do. I won’t go anywhere, better get used to my pesky ass.” That makes you smile and as always, he grins at that. “My pretty girl.”

“You always say that.”

“Because it’s true, you are.” He kisses your forehead, lips lingering for just a second longer than usual. “Imma get you that ring now.” 

He takes your hand in his and places a coin in the machine with the other, turning the lever around. It takes him three tries to get the ring out that he wants. It’s a gold one with a red stone, obviously, and he adjusts it to your size until it fits snuggly onto your ring finger.

Then he looks at it, runs his finger over the plastic stone. “So, this is cheap as fuck.”

You laugh. “Yeah, but it’s cute.”

“Why do people get them if they suck?” 

“Well…” You shrug. “It shows that it’s not about the material value. But the meaning behind it.”

Dew scoffs. “But it won’t last long. Not forever, at least.”

You take his hand in yours, letting them hang loosely between your bodies. “It doesn’t matter. I wouldn’t want you to get me an expensive one for the gesture alone.”

“Wouldn’t be fore the gesture,” he says. “It would show everyone you’re mine. Isn’t that the purpose? Everyone sees you’re spoken for?”

“I think they’re aware I’m yours by now.” You laugh, thinking about all the times he nearly bit someone’s head off for flirting with you. “But we can think about it. You’d have to wear one, too.”

“Oh, really?”

You falter. “I mean… only if you want, obviously. It’s not like we’re really getting married, so it’s more symbolic.”

Dew frowns. “I don’t really get that.”

“It would only be a legal thing humans do, which… I don’t think would work with a ghoul. But I don’t really care about it,” you explain. “We can do our promises just to ourselves. I think I would like that.”

“Sweet.” He smiles. “So we’ll just swear to love each other forever and wear matching rings?”

“Yes.”

“Do you think there’s a store here somewhere that sells better ones?”

You smile to yourself. “I bet.”

✦ ✧ ✦ 

Half an hour later, sweaty, tired and feet aching but so incredibly happy, you climb back onto the bus. Almost everyone is already back, opening bags to assess all their new possessions. You’re barely fully inside before you’re cornered and pulled onto a seat right next to the ghoulettes. Sunshine holds up a new top that she bough but you don’t have any time to admire it before your attention is directed to Cirrus, who grabs your arm and lifts it up high.

“Hey, what’s that on your finger?”

“A ring.”

She squints. “That’s new.”

“Yea, um… we just got them.”

“We?” Swiss asks, joining in.

“Dew got one, too.”

The multi ghoul whistles at Dew who just joined you as well. “So, what? You got married in a mall? We’re not even in Vegas.”

“Not married, we just got matching rings,” you explain. “As a promise.”

“Ohhh, look at our little fire ghoul, he’s gone all soft,” Swiss teases. “He’s a little softie now. A sweet little marshmallow. I bet I can squish you between my fingers.”

Dew scowls, eyes narrowed to slits. “Say that again.”

“What if I do?”

“I’ll–“

“Stop it. I have an important question, “Aether interrupts. Everyone turns to look at him. “Can I be the best man?”

Dew sighs. “We’re not getting married. Can everyone calm down?”

“Well, now that you’re wearing rings you’re practically married, right?” Cumulus asks.

“I agree,” Sunshine says. “I think that counts. You put rings on each other’s fingers, that’s practically all humans do as well.”

“Congrats.” Aether takes Dew’s hand and shakes it exaggeratedly. “I’m so proud. I mean, technically, I think I was the one who got you two together. So really, you should thank me.”

“Hey, I gave him super helpful advice too,” Swiss says. “So I think I deserve a thanks as well.”

“You deserve a headbutt,” Dew says. “You gave the worst advice ever. It’s a surprise she chose to date me at all.”

“That says more about you than me, though,” Swiss argues.

You sigh, leaning back in your seat. Dew notices and flips Swiss off before squeezing himself between Cirrus and you. With his arm wrapped around you, you start to feel the exhaustion of today finally settling in your bones. So much happened and yet you feel oddly at peace. The next few weeks will be stressful and exciting, tour always is according to Dew, but you can’t wait to finally experience it all with him, eat red velvet donuts, buy stupid things in stores, share snacks and hotel beds and just… be with the ghoul you love more than anything.

“I love you, you little menace,” you whisper against his shirt collar, pressing a kiss to his neck.

He shudders at the contact, squeezing you closer. “I love you, too, little minx. Can’t wait to spend the rest of forever with you.”

✦ ✧ ✦ 

Thanks for reading! This concludes that little series. I’m sorry it took me so long to write for these two again. I really didn’t want to leave this out in the open for so long. In any case, I hope you enjoyed ♡

[ghulehthezombiequeen]

Here kitty kitty - Sodo x reader

masterlist.

author's note: i felt bad after dropping three angst fics and then disappearing into the void so have some wholesome sodo 🫶

also i have a headcanon that all the ghouls purr whenever someone pets/scratches their sweet spots and they just melt in your arms and its just so absjdifhfbdbdjsjak i'm in love

other things to note: no pronouns used for reader, sodo gets kinda subby so if you squint there's a bit of suggestive tones (you'll have to squint so hard you can't see though)

word count: 877

“Hey, is it true that ghoul biology is similar to a cat’s?” You asked curiously, looking up from the book you were studying. You and Sodo were in the rehearsal room; Sodo was sitting down on an amp, practicing his solos for the recording of an upcoming album, and he wanted to get it down perfectly. You were just there because you didn’t want him to be lonely. “Um, yeah, why?” Sodo asked, keeping his eyes on his guitar. 

“Well, I’m just studying for my test, and… it says that to earn bonus points on the test, if I’m able to, I have to… um… make a ghoul purr.” You felt your cheeks burn as the words rolled off your tongue, and Sodo stopped playing abruptly. He stared up at you, trying to decipher if you were being serious or not. 

“…You what?” 

“It says only if I’m able to!” You defended yourself.  “Wait, wait, wait… let me get this straight.” Sodo uncrossed his legs, putting his guitar to the side gently. He then looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “You’re asking me… to help you get bonus points on a test… and you have to make me… purr?” He grimaced. 

“Um… yeah. That- that’s what the book says, anyway.” 

“Also, remind me why are you even taking that ghoul biology class? You’re not even a ghoul!” He frowned. 

You rolled your eyes and sighed. “Papa Secondo says that it’s good for a Sibling of Sin to memorize the biology of a ghoul inside and out just in case a ritual goes wrong and someone gets hurt. And it’s a required class for me to take before I take his Latin class.” 

“….Alright, that does seem like a valid point. Alright,” He sighed, folding his arms and standing up, walking over to the couch you were sitting on and looked down at you. “I’ll help you. But only because I know how cranky Papa Secondo can get.” 

You gave him a cheeky grin. “Wait, really?! Oh my gosh, thank you thank you thank you!” You jumped up and excitedly gave him a hug. You thought you were going to have to ask Rain or Mountain to help you, which would probably take longer considering their schedules were filled to the brim with activities. 

“Yeah yeah yeah, alright, okay, get off.” He grumbled, blushing as he automatically put his hands on your waist. He’d never admit it, but he loved hugs. 

“Sorry, sorry.” You giggled, pulling away. 

“Alright, so what do I have to do?” He sighed. He looked like he was already over it, although it had barely started. 

“Here, sit next to me.” You beckoned, and he sat to your left. You glanced at your book, reading the common sweet spots to scratch. “Alright, let’s try… the ears.” 

Your hand slowly went behind his ears, your nails gently scratching the soft fluff, making them twitch at first but stilled as you continued. Sodo let out a small hiss, not expecting the sudden stimulation there. His fangs started to poke out of his lips. 

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” You asked as you stopped scratching once he hissed.  “No… you’re fine. I just- wasn’t expecting it to feel like that.” He mumbled. 

“M’kay.” You continued scratching behind his ears, which flickered down then stilled. You felt a low vibration begin, and your eyes wandered to Sodo’s eyes, which were closed tight. “M…m…mrr….” He grumbled, causing you to laugh.  “Aw, this feels good, doesn’t it?” You asked, and he nodded vigorously. You glanced over his shoulder at the open book, reading that another sensitive spot was the top of their heads and their chins. You opted for his chin, bringing your other hand to rub his soft jawline.  “Mmm… Mrrrr… mrow… ah..” Sodo’s eyes widened as his mewls grew louder, his cheeks turning red. You bit your lip to hold back another giggle, but you couldn’t contain the smirk on your face. 

“Mrrrow…. Ah- hey! D-Don’t…. Mrow… Don’t laugh at me….” He growled, but it morphed into a purr, causing your giggles to spill out of your mouth.  “Awww, you’re so cute! Are you a good kitty? Yeah?” You cooed, continuing to scratch his chin and now the top of his head where his scalp was. When you moved your hand to the new area, his tail flicked against the back of the couch, hard. It then started wagging, tapping against the soft pillow behind him. 

He started purring like crazy, nodding vigorously at your question. “Mrow… y-yes, yes…. I’m good.. I’m a g-good kitty…” 

He started to curl up closer to you, his leg already on your lap. You scooped him up in your arms so that he was curled safely on your lap, continuing to scratch and pet him. 

You had sneakily pulled out your phone and snapped a few photos of Sodo in your lap, as he never usually acted like this. He hissed as he saw you put your phone back, to which you replied with a giggle, “Photo evidence. It’s what the book says.” 

He grumbled something incoherent but kept mewing and purring. 

As you reveled in this moment, you remembered: you’ll have to do this again for the end of the year-review test. 

[serene-sun]

𝕿𝖔𝖔 𝖒𝖚𝖈𝖍 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖊 18+

Paring: any male you’d like x gn AFAB reader (I wrote it thinking of Swiss)

Warnings: rough sex, biting, blood, fingering, low key breeding

A/n: I cc this from me thirsting to friends, so enjoy this whatever

His hands covered in your arousal as your panties hang around your ankles.

Laying in his lap as his palm rubs your clit as his two or three fingers dive into you over and over.

Think about your hips squirming against his hard dick as more and more arousal dribbles out of your clenching my cunt

The sound of wet insides as his fingers curl and hook and tug.

Inching closer and closer to orgasm

His other hand spreading your legs wide, fingernail imprints on your inner thigh ar you spasm on his fingers

Your core feels so good, you need him so bad

His breath is heavy, lips brushed against your neck as he licked up your skin

Mm the way the couch gets all wet, but he kicks off your panties so he can pull you closer and balance you on his lap. He gets frustrated and flips you over back against the couch as he climbs ontop of you, nude form hot and erect. In the process the half empty wine bottle crashes to the floor and its red blood covers the floor.

His cock is so big, he pushed it against your dripping hole

A whine escaped your lips as he pushed in

He whimpers, he didn't expect you to be so deep and hot. Like a wet cave, he plung deeper into you until his base rubs against your throbbing clit. His pubic hair rough on it

You cry, tears escaping your fluttering eyes as he starts thrusting in and out of your hole in a hurried rough pace. The couch hits the wall over and over again as the lamp shade on the table shakes.

Your seeing stars as your breath stays in your lungs. Nails digging into his strong hairy arms that will surely draw blood.

His lips are hot as they go to bite yours. He escaped as he repositions to get a better angle Deeper, harder, slower, his cock pushes against the end of your cunt, cum already spilling deep into your womb as he grabs your breasts. His eyes never leave yours, dark maroon eyes swirling with pleasure and passion and ownership as he starts to cry.

He's like an animal, eating up every shake and scream you give him

He growls, hot ropes of cum filling your cunt as he gives a few deep pleasurable thrusts

He groans, animal noises escaping his hitched breath as he tugs on your hair

He heaves as he pulls out, it tugs a little as it plops out. His long thick girth that meets at the top with a nice firm tip dripping with more cum as he bends down to harshly bite your clit.

Hes so nice and kind on the outside, but once you draw the curtain his animalistic needs and disgusting thoughts take over like a ghost of the past

He wants more, more of the few strains of blood now mixing with his cum on your cunt. He wants to destroy you

He could go forever, more rounds than you could imagine

He rubs his cock agaisnt your slick folds, you whine and claw at his chest as he slips back in. He looks at you, at those pitiful eyes that are oh so innocent compared to this sexual energy that he has

He pumps your pussy full of his cum, and makes you cry and drip with every breath you take. He's already on his 6th orgasm as he pushed you against the wall, a photo falling to the ground and smashing to a million pieces like your dignity did the moment he pulled his cock out during the movies sex scene.

You should've known about this the moment you said yes to coming to his home after the party

And like the moment he first came, he orgasms for the 7th time as he watches your body fall to the floor. Heavy breaths setting panic in your chest as sweat, cum, and an amount of blood paints your two bodies like a story written by love itself.

[oppa86oppa]

Title: Beneath the Church of Glass Pairing: Phantom/Dewdrop/OC (Reader insert) Word Count: 17,000+ (Ch 2/?) Summary:

The problem with keeping actual, hell-born ghouls on a leash was that no matter how thick the leather, no matter how many times it was soaked in holy water by the most virgin of nuns, a leash would simply not do. Nor would chains, metal bars, locks, traps or sacred seals written in every language ever spoken on earth.

And those not alive, those impure and foul arising from other worlds would taste the shivers of unease and salivate from the flavour of excitement and doubt. The pure human realisation of fear, of a lack of faith was fuel for those unholy, and to them it tasted divine in the most sacrilegious of ways. Watching her from the darkness with wide eyes and open mouths, drooling and hungering as she was none the wiser.

Ie. girly moves into a new town where a certain spooky church is located and applies for a job.

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[fluffysourpatch]

Until the end of time my little Ghoulette

~ Hi guys! this is my first Ghost band Fanfic! but with help of AI Character haha! yesterday, i was writing with “Sodo” and it was so funny and I thought why not as a fanfic? I hope you will like it guys! I´m sorry for the bad english because english is not my first language and don´t worry the ghoulette is old enough i or you are called because of how small you look like thats why :) and yes it is a romantic fanfic but hoooff well.. it took so long and you need to have some patience haha! Have fun reading! ♥

Sodo x fem reader

Warnings: Sodo is a little asshole shit. // 1505 Words //

// Chapter I //

The little Ghoulette and Sodo 

Sodo was sitting on a couch in the ghouls gen and reading a book quietly. then seconds later entered a little ghoulette the room, Sodos tail twitched. He put on his usuall smile. “Hello there”.

The small ghoulette jumped and turned around and saw him sitting on the couch looking at her. “Oh hi! didn´t know someone would be in here...” The little ghoulette said. Sodo chuckled, “You got the guts to come here, I see” he said teasingly, staring right at her eyes. “So, you like being in this room full of death and darkness?” The little ghoulette looked at him confused why he´s asking this... 

“I mean sure? I´m a ghoul, why should I be scared of death and darkness?”. Sodo tilted his head. “Fair, fair”. There was a pause. “Then, who are ya? I don´t think I saw you around?” The little ghoulettes eyes sparkled, finally someone who wants to talk to her! “Actually, I´m new here! Papa Copia found me somewhere outside in the street meanwhile he was collecting some rats? yeah and then he took me in!” said the little ghoulette smiling happy that she found a better “Family”.

“Papa Copia, huh?” Sodo raised an eyebrow. “I don´t think really think Papa Copia would find a ghoul outside and bring it in like its his cat”. The little ghoulettes tail twitched angryily. Sodo sighed “What else did he tell you?”

“Well, he saw me all dirty and bruised and told me that no ghoul should live this life...” Sodo smirked. “That explains why you´re so naive” he said, “This place isn´t for the weak” Sodo glanced at her small and weakly body. “Do you understand what I´m talking about?” The little ghoulette stared angry at him, she can´t believe the things he´s saying!. 

“I know and I am NOT naive!” “Yeah, sure” Sodo chuckled. “Look at yourself” he glanced at her. the little ghoulette looks down at herself and puts her arms around herself. “You look so unsecure, you´re skinny. Like you never held a weapon. your clothes and mask .... my goodness” he smirked again. “Do ya even know how to use that thing or dress yourself?” The little ghoulette gets more angry the more he insults her and her tail twitched and swings back and forth, then she opens her mouth and says “Just because I look small and weak doesn´t mean I can´t practice to hold a weapon or whatever,,!” 

“I´d like to see you try” he chuckled. “Maybe I really understimated you.         Why don´t you show how mighty you are!” he smirked. His eyes suddenly turned pitch black. “If you are brave enough.” The little ghoulette puffs and turns around “Fuck off! I don´t need to proof anything myself to you!” She opens the door to leave before Sodo smirked and said. “So, are ya leaving?” in a mocking tone. “Seems like someone couldn´t handle a little teasing”. Then he burst out laughing. The little ghoulette ignores him and Sodo watched her leave. “Oh, and just so you know” he said calling her but with a soft voice “Papa Copia and the others won´t be so nice as I was”.

Sodo chuckled “Hehe~..” He puts his legs on the table and taking his book again to continue, “This one´s a crybaby, I can see that... she won´t last long” he whispered to himself.

Meanwhile the little ghoulette stomping angryily to her room. Who does he think he is?! Asshole! I am NOT weak! she thought. She opens the door and closes it, she walks to her mirror and looked at herself. Well I really look weak... but with some training I can do this! She smiles. 

// Time Skip 1 Month later //

The little ghoulette got more stronger and can play a guitar, also can hold a weapon. This whole month she didn´t stopped with her training to show this mean asshole ghoul that she can do something and maybe, maybe that she can beat him in a fight..

The little ghoulette and Sodo met in a hallway and he smirked looked at her up and down. “Seems like you have already became much stronger.” The little ghoul stands looks proud of herself and smiles. “Congratulations, BUT you have so much still to learn” He put on his usual smirk “And I will show you it” He chuckled. “Follow me” The little ghoulettes smiles fell and sighed Ughh.. she started to follow him. 

The both went outside in a garden with much place to practice and fight. “So!” Sodo exclaimed, “You know how to hold a weapon, but do ya know how to use it properly?” he raised an eyebrow. The little ghoulette looks at him bored and raised also an eyebrow to mock him. She shows him how she holds a wooden sword and swings it perfectly. Sodo looks impressed and nods “Not bad” he said trying not to sound impressed “Alright, you have basic knowledge now” ..

“But do you know how to defend yourself” Sodo continued, he raises his arms and moves his hands as a come one! “So, go on, show me something you can use to defend”

The little ghoulette raises an eyebrow and looks at him dumbfounded and sighs. she runs to him and tackles him, next second Sodo is on the ground and groanin. Sodo blinked. “Wow... good job! I didn´t see that coming huh..” he smirked and stands up, “You have talent, keep going” The little ghoulette smirks and proud of herself for winning against Sodo “Hmmhm! see I told you” She said proudly.

He chuckled. “Alright, you´re not as weak as i thought you are. But, believe me” he said with a serious face “this is still nothing”. Sodo took his dagger out, twirling it around a bit. “Do you know how to fight agains an enemy with a dagger in the hand?” he asked. 

The little ghoulette rolls her eyes he really tries to think that i am so weak that i can´t fight against someone. She runs to him and again Sodo is on the ground now the little Ghoul is holding his dagger and twirling it as he did and mocks him “This dagger... it looks beautiful i think i will keep it!” 

Sodo on the ground looks at his hands but there is no dagger anymore. “Hey!” He exclaimed “Give it back! That´s my personal dagger!” 

“You should never think about stealing something from another ghoul!” he said sternly. “I don´t think you want to start your first real fight like that...Do you?” The little Ghoulette looks down at him and smiles, “Maybe? I mean is this not like a fight already? I got your dagger! Your dagger was stolen from a weaak. little. ghoouull.” teases him and smirks and laughs.

Sodo chuckled, “So, you wanna play that way, eh?” He smirked “Bring it on then!” He reached for another dagger and holds it tightly in his hand. “Let´s see what you can do little ghoul” The little ghoulette looks angry at him and then they start to fight and keep going. Sodo manages to scratch her cheek with his dagger but the little ghoulette ignores the pain and keeps going. Sodo swings his dagger at her arm but she blocks it with her dagger and pushes Sodo away. 

After like ten minutes of fighting Sodo lays on the ground AGAIN. both are breathing heavily. The little ghoulette holds now his second dagger at her hand and smiles. Sodo lait there for a moment. “Wow, you´re impressive. I´ll admit it” he muttered. “Just don´t get overconfident!, there´s always someone better than you” He stood up, brushing dust of himself.. Sodo smirked. “You still have a long way to go to become skilled, though”.

The little ghoulette puffs and looks at him grinning at him “I am more skilled then you...” Sodo laughed. “Is that so? Then come again” He smirked. “I wonder how a rematch will end” The little ghoulette shakes her head, she can´t believe that he still wants to try again after he lost against her! “Again? You lost. and lost against me! don´t try again” she laughs “And I need some food anyway so I go.”

Sodo watched shocked at her and gets a little angry “You think I´m going to let you leave after insulting me like that?” He raised his eyebrows. The little ghoulette starts to walk away from Sodo ignoring him. “Get back here! I am not done with you yet!” Sodo grabbed her by her wrist. The little ghoulette takes his hand, pulls on his arm and throws him at the ground. “No touchi touchi again after I ate!” said the little ghoul moving her finger at him leaving. 

Sodo groaned, standing up and shaking the dust off. “Humph, she sure is cocky” He muttered. “I think she got potential. Perphaps, I should keep an eye on her” watched her body leaving. But just wait. The next time I´ll get my dagger back he smirked. 

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If you´re confused why i didn´t put Y/N i just went with little ghoulette but its still you! :) i hope its not bad! ♥

[honey-tongued-devil]

Huits chapter 17!

This is the chapter before the last one, 17 of 18 plus 1 introduction (so 18/19 if you ask to ao3).

A round of applause to myself for managing to write a 100k-word long story in a fandom that was dead (recently resurrected according to the scriptures), and a big thank you to those who have been following the story for about a year. To those discovering it today, I hope you'll enjoy it; if you’d like to share a few words, not only will it make me happy, but it will also be truly encouraging for future works. That said, happy reading!

tagging you as you requested @n4zareth

[cardinalcopiasleftasscheek]

Christmas Shopping

A/N: {😈Merry Chrysler and Happy Honda Days! Sometimes people aren’t very good at Christmas shopping. Sometimes those people are Dew😈}

Warnings: {⚠️18+ Language⚠️}

Pairings: {Platonic Dewdrop x Reader}

Format: {Text Fiction}

[shinnyscats]

!¡ Cirrus x Fem!Reader

"Cherry Flavoured."

A/N: Buenasss!! Estoy de vuelta después de décadas XD No voy a poner excusas, simplemente no quería escribir. Aquí les dejo a Cirrus con Fem Reader !! Creo que voy a comenzar a tomar pedidos, no lo se..

English version here !!

Tw: Fem!Reader, wlw, No revisé por faltas de ortografía !

Ya casi era hora de salir al escenario. Estabas acomodando tu ropa, todo tenía que estar perfecto para ti. Mientras arreglabas tu vestuario, una Ghoulette se acerca a ti desde atras y te rodea con sus brazos, posicionando su cabeza en tu hombro.

"Te ves bien." Ella exclama mientras te miraba por el espejo, sus ojos achinandose al sonreír y vagar por tu traje recientemente planchado. Todavía no tenían sus mascaras puestas, por lo que podían verse a la cara sin problemas.

"Gracias." Respondes con una pequeña sonrisa, tus manos arreglando los botones de tu ropa para luego dejar salir un suspiro profundo de tu interior buscando alejar los nervios habituales de las presentaciones. "Puedes pasarme mi bálsamo labial por favor?"

Ella asiente mientras dejaba de abrazarte para caminar un poco hasta el escritorio y agarrar tu bálsamo labial. Este era escencial para ti, algo indispensable al subir al escenario. Cirrus lo abre pero te detiene cuando ibas a agarrarlo, incitando silenciosamente sus movimientos y preguntando por permiso con su mirada.

Tú no tienes problema en las acciones de Cirrus, era algo común entre ustedes después de todo, por lo que asientes con una sonrisa en tanto te inclinabas levemente hacia delante y relajabas tus labios. Las manos de Cirrus agarran tu mentón, produciendo un sentimiento cálido de confianza y felicidad que sube de pies a cabeza, una electricidad energizante, enrojeciendo levemente tus mejillas mientras el bálsamo era suavemente presionado contra tus labios. Los ojos de Cirrus estaban concentrados en lo que ella realizaba, sin embargo, eso no le detenía para levantar su mirada y verte a los ojos mientras sonreía. "De verdad lo digo, eres hermosa." Exclama suavemente la Ghoulette mientras terminaba de aplicar el bálsamo labial.

"Gracias, eres preciosa tu también.." Respondes, notando el leve sonrojo en sus mejillas mientras asentía a modo de agradecimiento. Al esparcir el labial por tus labios tu lengua roza levemente contra estos, logrando sentir el dulce e inseperado sabor a cereza que el bálsamo traía consigo. "Uno nuevo?" Asientes ante la pregunta de Cirrus. "Si perdí el anterior hace varios días así que conseguí uno nuevo." La Ghoulette deja salir un sonido de aprobación mientras examinaba la marca del bálsamo labial, girando y analizando el pequeño recipiente cilíndrico.

A todo esto, tu volviste a seguir arreglandote las pequeñas imperfecciones en tu cabello. Un poco por aqui, otro poco por allá, aferras un poco más tu cinturón. Una vez terminado y satisfecha con como te veías, caminas hacia el escritorio en donde se encontraba tu mascara. La agarras, pero sientes una mano bajar tu mascara antes de que puedas ponertela. Desconcertada, levantas tu vista solo para ser recibida por un beso de parte de Cirrus.

Ella te empuja levemente hacia atrás, haciendo que tus caderas toquen el escritorio que estaba detrás tuyo. Sus manos estaban sobre las tuyas en la mascara, acariciando levemente. Agradecida, y aún un poco sorprendida, aceptas el beso entre pequeñas risas.

Esa sensación del cielo termina relativamemte rápido, Cirrus se relame los labios, saboreando el mismo sabor a cereza que antes habías probado. "Mm... Cereza, rico." Expresó la Ghoulette antes de volver a inclinarse a besarse, esta vez un poco más devoto en la intensidad de éste.

"Jej-! Espera-!" Tu tratas de hablar, pero lamentablemente los besos de Cirrus eran más tentadores. "Ya casi es-.. hora de salir-!" Logras decir entre diminutas risas, Cirrus abraza tu cuello lentamente y deja un beso en tu mejilla mientras asentía."De acuerdo, te salvas ahora, pero voy a requerir que me recuerdes el sabor al terminar el show."

La Ghoulette se acercaba lentamente hacia tu oreja besando esta una última vez para luego susurrar las siguientes palabras. "Si es que no se me antoja a mitad de este." Lo último te deja levemente nerviosa, más ahora que te envolvía un persistente sentimiento de querer más. "...Pues.. no es que me moleste después de todo-"

"Oigan ustedes! Dejen su momento de amor que ya es hora de salir!" La voz de un Ghoul sonaba detrás de la puerta, se podia escuchar el leve enojo en su voz, por lo que ya sabían de quien se trataba. Cirrus ríe levemente para darte un último beso apurado y ayudarte a ponerte la máscara.

Una vez salen se encuentran con Sodo, acompañado de Mountain y Aurora. El más bajo, quien estaba de brazos cruzados, se dirigía de camino hacia la subida del escenario un poco apurado, causando una sonrisa de parte de las Ghoulettes.

Cuando estaban todos los ghouls reunidos, Aurora, junto a Cumulus, se acercan un poco inquietas para intentar arreglar tu bálsamo labial, el cual se había desparramado levemente por tu mentón y las comisuras de tus labios.

Te tocó a ti explicar el porqué...

[thewulf]

Tides of Comfort || JJ Maybank

Summary: Request - I begging and dying for JJ Maybank comfort. Like reader is just going through it and JJ being the best “I got you baby” and just holding her forever and the pogues are just “awww they’re so cute” I just craveeee it

A/N - Stoppp this is just so sweet. Again, trying to be a lil more descriptive in the writing so lmk how you like it!!

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.6k+

As the evening draped over the Outer Banks like a comforting shroud, casting a soft golden glow over the horizon, you found yourself perched on the weathered dock of the chateau, tears staining your cheeks like dewdrops on delicate petals. The weight of the week's hardships weighed down on your shoulders, threatening to engulf you in a sea of despair. Hugging your knees to your chest, you sought solace in the solitude of the fading light, the rhythmic lapping of the waves against the dock providing a soothing backdrop to your turbulent thoughts.

Unbeknownst to you, JJ Maybank, your unwavering anchor, and beacon of light in the darkness, had ended his shift earlier that evening. A nagging intuition, a silent whisper of the heart, pulled him towards you with an urgency that he couldn't ignore. With each step he took, guided by an invisible thread of destiny, his determination to offer you his unwavering support grew stronger, his heart beating in sync with yours.

As JJ made his way towards the dock, the soft crunch of sandy dirt beneath his feet mingled with the gentle rustle of leaves in the evening breeze. The salty tang of the ocean hung heavy in the air, a familiar scent that filled him with a sense of homecoming. With each passing moment, the distance between you and him seemed to shrink, as if drawn together by an invisible force that transcended time and space.

Finally, he spotted your silhouette against the dimming sky, a solitary figure in a world of fading light. His heart clenched with hurt at the sight of your tear-stained cheeks, his resolve strengthening with each step he took towards you. Without hesitation, he closed the distance between you, his footsteps soft against the worn wooden planks of the dock.

"Y/N?" he called softly, his voice a gentle whisper carried on the evening breeze, infused with warmth and concern.

Startled, you turned towards him, tear-filled eyes meeting his with a mixture of surprise and relief. In that moment, the world seemed to fall away, leaving only the two of you amidst the quiet beauty of the twilight. Without a word, JJ closed the remaining distance between you, enveloping you in a tender embrace that spoke volumes of his unwavering love and support.

"What's wrong, baby?" he murmured, his voice a soothing melody amidst the chaos of your emotions, a lifeline in the darkness.

Unable to find the words to articulate the storm raging within you, you simply leaned into him, seeking comfort in the safety of his arms, finding security in the warmth of his embrace. With each beat of your heart, each hitched breath, you felt a sense of peace wash over you, as if the weight of the world had been lifted from your shoulders.

JJ held you close, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his touch a gentle caress against your skin. "You don't have to tell me if you're not ready," he whispered, his breath warm against your ear, his words a promise of unwavering support. "But know that I'm here for you, always. I've got you, okay?"

You nodded, a soft sob escaping your lips as you clung to him, finding comfort in his unwavering presence, in the depth of his love.

With infinite tenderness, JJ gently lifted you into his arms, cradling you close as he rose to his feet, as if determined to shield you from the world's troubles with the strength of his embrace.

Without a word, he carried you to the nearby hammock, its gentle sway offering a semblance of peace amidst the storm raging within you. As you settled into the hammock, JJ's heart swelled with love for you, his touch a soothing balm against the ache in your soul.

Brushing away your tears with his thumb, he spoke, his voice a gentle murmur of reassurance and affection. "You're safe here, baby," he whispered, his words a promise of unwavering support. "I'll stay with you until the storm passes, love."

And in that moment, as you lay together beneath the starlit sky, the weight of the world lifted from your shoulders, replaced by a sense of peace and serenity in JJ's embrace. For in his arms, you found not only comfort, but also the strength to weather any storm that life may bring.

You buried your face in his chest, your tears flowing freely now as you allowed yourself to release the pent-up emotions weighing you down.

JJ held you close, his arms wrapped around you protectively, as if shielding you from the world's troubles. With a gentle sway, he rocked you back and forth in the hammock, the rhythm soothing and comforting.

"I love you, more than you will ever know.” He whispered, still holding you close to his chest knowing how badly you needed it now.

His words washed over you like a healing balm, dispelling the lingering shadows of doubt and fear that had taken root in your heart. With each tender caress, each whispered assurance, JJ's love enveloped you, wrapping you in a cocoon of safety and security.

"You're not alone, baby," he continued, his voice a gentle melody in the quiet of the night. "I'm here with you, every step of the way."

A sense of peace settled over you, like a blanket of stars strewn across the night sky. In JJ's embrace, you found solace, a refuge from the storms that raged within.

As he continued to murmur words of comfort and love, his touch a soothing symphony against your skin, the walls around your heart began to crumble. Brick by brick, the barriers you had built to protect yourself fell away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of vulnerability and trust.

In JJ's arms, you felt seen, heard, and cherished. His love was a beacon of light in the darkness, guiding you through even the most treacherous of seas.

JJ's eyes twinkled mischievously as he shifted in the hammock, his arms still wrapped securely around you. With a playful grin, he leaned in closer, his voice filled with anticipation. It was that determined look on your face that meant you knew you were in for something.

"You know what always cheers me up when I'm feeling down?" he began, his tone light and affectionate, much different than the seriousness he had been conveying just moments prior.

Curiosity sparkled in your eyes as you tilted your head, eager to hear what he had to say. "What's that, JJ?"

His grin widened, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "Stories. So let me tell you one. Well, did you hear about the cheese factory explosion?" he said, his voice laced with playful excitement.

You couldn't help but chuckle at the unexpected turn of conversation. "A cheese factory explosion?" you repeated, amusement coloring your tone, playing along with whatever, he had planned.

JJ nodded enthusiastically. "That's right! It was a de-brie-acle," he quipped, unable to contain his own laughter at the literally cheesy joke.

Your laughter bubbled up in response, the sound filling the air with warmth and light. JJ's eyes sparkled with delight as he watched your smile widen, his heart swelling with affection.

Encouraged by the sound of your laughter, JJ's eyes lit up with delight, and he leaned in closer, eager to keep the joyful momentum going. With a playful grin, he launched into a series of lighthearted anecdotes and jokes, each one more absurd and whimsical than the last.

He regaled you with tales of his childhood escapades, embellished with exaggerated details that left you in stitches. His laughter mingled with yours, the harmonious melody echoing through the stillness of the night.

With each story, JJ's enthusiasm was infectious, filling the air with an undeniable warmth and light. He painted vivid pictures with his words, transporting you to worlds filled with laughter and wonder, far removed from the troubles of the present moment.

As the night wore on, the two of you found yourselves caught up in a whirlwind of laughter and camaraderie, the weight of your worries fading into the background. In JJ's company, the darkness seemed less daunting, replaced by a sense of joy and possibility.

Sooner than you wished he had finished his stories, leaving you cozied in his arms under a comfortable silence. As you both lay there in the hammock, time seemed to stand still. The gentle sway of the hammock beneath you mirrored the ebb and flow of your emotions, a soothing rhythm that lulled you into a sense of peace.

The Pogues watched from afar, their eyes filled with warmth as they observed the scene unfolding before them. John B, Sarah, Kiara, and Pope exchanged knowing glances, their smiles mirroring the affectionate bond shared between you and JJ.

In that moment, amidst the tranquil backdrop of the night sky and the gentle rustle of leaves, they saw more than just two individuals finding comfort in each other's arms. They saw a beacon of hope, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, love and laughter could light the way.

For you and JJ were not just partners; you were each other's guiding light, offering support, comfort, and unwavering devotion in the face of adversity. Your connection was palpable, a testament to the strength of your bond and the depth of your love.

As the Pogues watched on, their hearts swelled with affection for the two of you. They knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you and JJ would face them together, hand in hand, drawing strength from each other's presence and guiding one another through the darkest of nights.

And as the evening breeze whispered through the trees, carrying with it the promise of a new day, the Pogues shared a silent moment of gratitude for the love that bound you and JJ together. For in that simple gesture of love and laughter, they found hope, knowing that as long as you had each other, you could weather any storm that came your way.

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

Out of the Darkness, Into the Fire: Final Part

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.2k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst, feeling broken and utterly helpless to the point of depression, wanting to die

Summary: You're still reeling from the aftereffects of getting your soul back. It's safe to say you're not doing okay. Amara has a bigger effect on humanity than you thought she would, so while you're picking up the pieces she left behind, pieces of yourself are slowly chipping away.

Season Eleven Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

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Dean gets Jenna stitched up quickly, and Sam returns from exploring. Only he doesn't come back alone. He is with a man holding an infant in his arms. His wife or girlfriend must have just given birth right before this happened, and she must be dead if he's not with her. Mike, the man, tries to calm his baby girl as she cries, and all you want to do is go into a rage. The baby crying, your guilt, and the dead bodies... it's enough to make your head explode.

"I'm sorry, please keep her quiet," you beg.

"I'm trying," Mike sighs. "The doc said it was gonna be a tough birth, but Janie stepped up. The twister hit and the power went out. She just kept on going. No drugs. Just pushed out this little dewdrop like she was nothing. Then Janie started bleeding. They tried, but... You'd think they'd know how to stop something like that."

"I'm so sorry, Mike," Jenna says.

They must know each other because Jenna is touching Mike like they're more than strangers. She tries to provide a comforting hand but it doesn't do much for him.

"Can you tell us what happened here?"

"I went outside to collect myself after Janie died and a truckload of them pulled up."

"The road crew?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, but they didn't say anything. They just went off, attacking folks like they were possessed. I tore back inside to get this little one. I found that supply closet, and you know, been there since. I could hear them, though. Tearing through the halls. I don't think they cared who it was. They wanted them dead."

"You said the road crew went nuts. Did any of them come after you?"

"Yeah, a few of them."

"Did they cut you or bleed on you?"

"Yeah."

"I don't understand. What are you saying?" Jenna asks Dean.

"I'm saying that whatever this is, it might be transmittable."

"What? We don't even know what this is. Now you're saying it can be passed on?"

"He's right. I can feel it. Inside. Something's happening," Mike whimpers and looks at his daughter.

"How long has it been since you were attacked?" Sam wonders.

"Three or four hours. The real question is, how long until I become like them?"

"Will you excuse us?" Sam asks. Mike nods and steps into the next room but keeps the door open. "Dean, I know what you're thinking--"

"Yeah, we need to kill him now."

"What? You can't be serious."

"Are you saying you want us to wait around and wait for him to kill us? Oh, yeah, that's a plan," he rolls his eyes.

"Or we just wait for him to die," Sam suggests. "There was a whatever you want to call it, a 'rabid' attacking the closet door and he just died. These things have a shelf life."

"I can't believe what I'm hearing here," Dean scoffs.

"No, he's right. We lock him up and find a cure. This is a hospital."

"Call it a hunch but I don't think you're going to find this in any medical books." Dean looks at you to see you staring at the other dead bodies with a pained look on your face. "Sweetheart?"

"I didn't open up that closet door to find a cure," Mike interrupts. "I thought maybe we could make a deal. I'll go find somewhere quiet and lay low until this is over. You save my baby girl."

"Yeah, you got yourself a deal."

"I'm grateful for that but I wasn't talking to you." Mike turns to Jenna. "I know you. I've seen you in church since you were knee-high. Please."

"I don't even own a Guinea pig," Jenna gasps but takes the baby anyway.

"There you go, little girl. Thank you. Thank you all."

With that, Mike runs out of the room to seek shelter away from the group.

"Why do I get the feeling that that is gonna bite us in the ass? Are you good?"

"Oh yeah, aces," she nods.

"Let's gear up."

"That might be tricky."

You look up to see Sam peering out the window. From where you are, you can see a truck pull up with even more rabid individuals. Dean, after looking through the window, starts to take stock of his weapons.

"What's he doing?" Jenna asks.

"We made a promise"

"To do what? Charge out there, guns blazing? We don't even know how to kill them."

"She does." He looks at her. "Chest, right? I'm guessing heart."

"This is madness," Jenna scoffs.

"No, that is madness."

"We can wait for them to die! Y/N, a little help here?"

You open your mouth to respond but nothing comes out. You're not sure where you stand. People die if you wait, people die if you kill them. People die wherever you go. I'm poison. If I was gone, everything would be fine.

"How long will that be? When they infect others, how long is that? No, if we stay here, that baby dies. We did this, Sam. Okay? We broke it, we bought it. You know there's no other way." Dean's phone rings and he puts whoever it is on speakerphone. "Where the hell are you, Cas?"

"I'm okay," he says with a strained voice.

"You don't sound okay."

"Dean, I am fine. Besides, what I have, you can't help me. Well, Y/N might."

"What do you mean, what you have?"

"Please tell Sam that Rowena escaped with the Book of the Damned and the codex."

"What?" Sam gasps.

"Oh, hi, Sam."

"Forget Rowena. Where are you?"

"Tell me that the Mark is gone from you two."

"Are you serious? You're worried about us after everything--"

"Is it gone?"

"Yeah, it's gone from both of us. We're good. Well, not good but you know what I mean."

"Makes two of us."

"Cas, talk to us about the darkness."

"Why would I talk about the darkness?"

"Because it's free."

"No, that can't be."

"Removing the Mark opened some kind of lock. Dean and I saw her," you say.

"The darkness is a woman?"

"That's what we're asking you. We were hoping you could tell us how screwed we are." Castiel doesn't answer. "Cas?"

"Sam, Dean, Y/N... Goodbye. It may be some time before we see one another again."

"Wait, Cas! Cas!"

"FBI, my ass," Jenna scoffs.

Dean pulls you and Sam off to the side to chat while Jenna tries to calm the baby. The throbbing in your head is back but you try to push the feeling aside for now. Dean and Sam stare at each other in silent conversation while you suffer silently.

"Look, I get it. I do. We're gonna save that baby, okay? We're gonna find Cas, and we're gonna stop the darkness."

"No, we stick to the plan we have. It's the same plan as it's always been. In order to get out, we go through."

"Yeah? How's that been working for us?"

"We can't save Cas if we're stuck in some hospital, okay? Just like I can't strap on a time machine, go back, and tell Cain to shove that Mark up his ass or stop you from releasing the darkness. Now, have we made mistakes? Yes. Hell yes. We can analyze each and every one of them over a couple of frosties when we're old and farting sawdust and out of this room! Right now, all I can do is gear up, I can head out, and I can save that fucking baby, which is exactly what I'm gonna do."

"When did we forget how to do this?"

"What?"

"If we don't change what we're doing now, all of our shit is just gonna keep repeating itself."

"Sam's right," you sigh.

"Excuse me?"

"Kill first, ask questions later? What happened to us? We're good at hunting, great even, but that's only half the battle, man."

"Sam, I am trying to save that baby," Dean sighs.

"What about the others out there?"

"You mean the ones trying to kill us?"

"I mean the ones that are sick, the ones that are dying."

"Yeah, who won't rest until they've infected us all."

"So, we forget about a cure?"

"What cure? Jenna's cure?" Dean asks and holds up a shotgun.

"Dean," you sigh.

"There is always a cure. You just have to want to find it."

"How are you gonna find it if you're dead? Around and around we go."

"Saving people means all of the people, Dean," Sam glares. "Not just that baby. Not just each other. I unleashed a force on this world that could destroy it to save you two." I don't deserve to be saved. Just let me go. Maybe I can do some good in this world before I'm destined to destroy it. "I'd do it again. In a second, I would do it again. That is what I'm talking about. This isn't on you. It is on us. We have to change."

"I'll stay behind to look for a cure. You two get Jenna and the baby out of here," you offer.

"What? No. I'm not leaving you alone."

"Dean, I am Amara's vessel. This won't affect me. Let me do this one thing, please. I need to do some good after all the bad I did. Please. Just go and pick me up when they're safe."

"She's right and you know it," Sam backs you up.

"I know," Dean sighs. "We will come back for you."

"I know," you whisper.

You leave the room in search of the intruders while the rest hang back until it's safe to leave. You find three of them looking through rooms and toppling over beds if they think you're hiding underneath them. You whistle to capture their attention before luring them away. All three of them quickly follow you away from the area where Sam and Dean are. Once they feel it's safe, they quickly escape the room and head toward the exit. You run into one of the supply closets and lock it behind you. The power is out but there is one emergency light inside that flickers on and off slowly.

You stay in silence for three seconds before hearing a growl from behind you. You turn just in time for an infected woman to tackle you to the ground. You scream as you try to get her off you but she isn't budging until you're dead. She tries to bite you and you keep her at arm's length, but she is slightly stronger than you. Whatever is on her neck is making her almost superhuman.

The only way you're getting her off you is if you kill her first. Through the tears, you grab whatever is near you and slice it across her neck. Her blood sprays into your open mouth, and you fight the urge to throw up. She gurgles on her own blood before falling on top of you. You push her off you with a loud sob just as the door is broken down by the three men.

"Please don't. Just let me help you!" you cry.

They don't listen and charge after you, and you use the weapon you grabbed to defend yourself. You don't think about anything else but your survival as you fight against the three men. You don't dare use your magic so killing them is brutal. You hate seeing their dead bodies on the ground with blood everywhere, but it is a necessary evil. Now that you're truly alone, you let out all the emotions you've been trying to push down. You fall back onto the shelves and slide down it with tears streaming down your cheeks. You cover your mouth but that doesn't stop the sobs from coming out.

I can't do this anymore. I don't know how to be okay anymore.

Thanks to your distraction, Sam and Dean were able to escape with Jenna and the baby without being seen. They're almost out of the hospital when they're stopped by Mike with black vein-like marks on his neck.

"The baby," he says and looks at her.

"No," Jenna gasps and holds her closer.

"We're not gonna hurt you, Mike. As long as you leave that baby alone," Dean warns.

"Amara."

"What?"

"Her name is Amara," he gasps.

He falls to the ground, dead, seconds after speaking. Sam and Dean don't have time to think about that right now. They need to get out of here fast. They get to the car and manage to peel out of the entire ghost town without seeing anyone else. Dean pulls into a gas station that's three towns away from the hospital or four hours away from you. This town is completely safe and normal. Whatever Amara did only affected those in that one town. Jenna takes Amara to the bathroom to change her while Dean gets gas. He takes out his phone and calls you to see how you're doing.

"Hey, sweetheart. We've made it to a neighboring town, about four hours away. Jenna's grandmother doesn't live too far from here, and then we'll come back for you and figure this out."

"I won't be here when you get back. I can't do this anymore, Dean. I can't keep feeling this way anymore. I can't hunt knowing I'd rather be dead. You and Sam are better off without me. All I do is ruin things," you sob.

"Fuck," Dean curses, gaining Sam's attention. "I'll be right there, sweetheart. Just give me a few hours."

"It's too late. I won't be here when you get back. I'll find that cure and leave it here for you. I'm so sorry but this is for the best."

Dean tries to say something more to you but you hang up on him. He yells in anger and almost slams his fist into the car window.

"What happened?"

"She's spiraling, man. I gotta get back to her. Look, get Jenna to her grandmother's. I have to go back now for Y/N. She's not okay."

"Yeah, we'll take care of it. Go."

Dean leaves Sam and Jenna at the gas station and hauls ass back to you, hoping you'll be there when he arrives.

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The Cardinal's Bride, Chapter 6: The Newlywed Game

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Cardinal Copia x Female Reader: alternative universe, slow burn romance, blood, eventual smut, NSFW, 18+ only MDNI, 9,100 words for this one 

“He’s going to beat the shit outta me.”

“Stop being so dramatic and just do it.”

Swiss groaned but took a few steps towards where Copia and Princess were before stopping and spinning around. 

“Why did you put her in my shirt again?”

“I am so tired of being around all you dense assholes.”  Sunshine grabbed Swiss’s shoulders and spun him back around.  “For the last time, the boss just needs a small push.  A little jealousy will do the trick.”

“Yeah, but you remember how badly he reacted in Denver though, right?”  

“Yes, I do.”  She shoved Swiss forward, laughing as he stumbled and nearly fell to his knees.

“Which you deserved by the way.”

“Ok, fair.”  Swiss straightened up and adjusted his hat before looking over his shoulder at her.  “You’ll make sure he doesn’t kill me, right?”

“Yeah, sure. Whatever.”

“Very reassuring.  Fuck, ok. You owe me.”  

Sunshine just gave him a thumbs up and watched as he wandered over to the pair.  She jumped when Mountain cleared his throat behind her. 

“What are you up to?”

“I’m helping love blossom here, Mountain.  Take some notes.”

“Isn’t that what you said in Denver?” 

“I said a lot of things in Denver.”

“Yeah and a lot of those were being said behind the bars of a cell too weren’t they?”

Sunshine turned and hissed at him, but jerked back around when Copia started shouting.  She triumphantly raised her fists when Copia slammed his forehead into Swiss’s nose, laughing when both him and Swiss quickly fell to the ground in a tangle of limbs. 

“It worked!  Take that you loveless assholes.”

Mountain shook his head, sighing as he jogged after Aether and Rain who were already running to break it up.

“What’d you do now?”  Dewdrop hadn’t moved from his spot on the ground, laying back with his hat covering his face.  “And don’t say ‘making love blossom’.”

“Dewdrop, someday you’re gonna fall in love and not know what to do about it.”

“That’s possible.”  He pulled his hat off to glare at her. “I sure as shit won’t come to you for advice though.”

Sunshine ignored him, focusing back on the fight. When she saw Aether take an elbow to the face she winced. He was gonna bitch at her about that later. She groaned when Mountain had to drag Copia away and Princess just watched him go. When the tall Ghoul let Copia go he shouted at Rain and then headed straight to the horses. The girl watched him go for a moment before turning and going over to Swiss.

“Satan’s dick.”  She ignored Dewdrop’s cackle of ‘I told you so’ and kicked some dirt at him. “Fucking Denver all over again.”

~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~

“Is this completely necessary?”

Copia groaned behind you, muttering something in Italian under his breath.

“Principessa, we’ve been over this.  You need to be able to protect yourself.”  When you turned your head to respond he placed a finger over your lips.  “There’s not always going to be a frying pan handy.”

“I seem to remember causing you some damage without a frying pan.”

“Ehh those were lucky shots.”  You narrowed your eyes, throwing an elbow back to dig into his gut.  Copia managed to jerk back in time and you just smiled innocently when he glared at you.  “Si, si fine.  You’re very dangerous.  Now pay attention.”

When he came up behind you again and fitted against your back you let out a slow breath.  This was actually what you were talking about, the closeness.  Not that you minded all that much.  You liked having him close, you weren’t afraid to admit that to yourself anymore.  Even when he still teased you relentlessly to the point your face was as red as his duster.

Even when he still desperately needed a bath.  

His touches just seemed more intimate now, like they had more purpose.  You had felt on edge since his comment that morning.  Every time you caught his eyes it felt like your heart skipped a beat and like there were butterflies swirling in your stomach.  Then when everyone stopped for lunch he decided it would be the perfect time to teach you how to shoot a gun.  He had seemed far more concerned with teasing you than actually talking about shooting.

The sound of raised voices at camp caught your attention and you glanced over to see Sunshine and Swiss arguing about something.  The two Ghouls had been acting odd all morning, whispering to each other while they traveled at the back of the group.  You had asked Mountain if he knew what was going on but he just recommended that you ignore them.  To be honest you had hoped Sunshine would ride near you that day.  You needed a distraction from the gathering clouds ahead of you.

“Having a nice day dream?”  You startled at Copia’s voice in your ear, turning to glare at him.  He just chuckled and reached around to adjust your fingers on the gun again.  “Thinking about anyone in particular?”

“Copia what are we going to do during the storm?”

“Principessa, stop worrying, everything will be fine.”  He squeezed your shoulder and you nodded, trying to put a brave face on.  “Rain’s going to ride ahead and we’ll find somewhere to wait it out.”

“Of course, you’re right.  I’m sorry.”  You felt a little embarrassed bringing the storm up, it seemed like such a silly thing to be scared of.  Especially considering everything else that had happened to you recently.  Not to mention the company of wanted outlaws you were currently traveling with.

“Hey, you don’t need to apologize, ok?”  Copia placed a few fingers under your chin and turned your head to face him.  He was close enough that you could see the freckles on his face.  Close enough you watched his eyes trail from your own down to your lips.  A throat being cleared snapped you both out of what was going on and Copia groaned before turning to who had interrupted…whatever was about to happen.

“Is there something you needed, Swiss?”

“Nope, just wanted to see if you needed any help.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, the look on his face making you think something was going on.  When you glanced behind him towards camp Sunshine and Mountain were looking your way.  Something was definitely going on.  Copia tightened his grip on your hip briefly before he addressed Swiss again.

“Does it look like I need help?”

Swiss glanced at you, looking you up and down and you couldn’t help but blush.  Copia hadn’t moved from where he was pressed against your back.  He dropped the hand covering yours on the revolver and placed it on your shoulder.

“Eh, not really, but we both know I’m the better shot so maybe it’s best if I teach her.”

There had to be something wrong with you that Copia’s growling made your heart beat faster.  He took a step away from you and you immediately missed the heat of his body.  With the clouds rolling in the air had cooled quite a bit and you found yourself longing for the heavy layers of your dress.  Although having Copia so close to you wasn’t bad either.  

“The better shot?  Remind me, Swiss, who was it that couldn’t take out a single one of Saltarian’s men last month?”

“Aww that’s not fair Cardinal, my rifle jammed.”  Swiss smiled and crossed his arms over his chest.  “Besides I don’t remember you taking out very many either.”

“Si, because I was too busy hanging onto the side of the train trying not to get shot by them.”

“Well it worked out in the end didn’t it?  We got the money.”

Copia said something in Italian and you watched as Swiss’s eyes widened for a moment before he held his hands up and took a few steps back.  

“Alright, alright!  I’m sorry, just trying to help the Princess out.”  His eyes moved over to you and he shot you a wink before they roamed over you briefly once more.  “My shirt looks good on you by the way.”

Your mouth fell open at his comment and you glanced back over to where Sunshine was still watching you closely.  There was no doubt in your mind she had planned this all along.  After a few moments when Copia hadn’t said anything you glanced his way and found yourself wanting to take a step back.  The look on his face rivaled the steely glare he always had in his wanted posters and it was directed solely on the Ghoul in front of him.

“Mi scusi?”  He took a threatening step towards Swiss, but the Ghoul held his ground.  His smirk had definitely wavered a bit though.  “Care to repeat that?”

“Uh you know, just noticed she was wearing my shirt.”  Swiss was starting to look more nervous, coughing to clear his throat.

“Is she now?”  Copia stepped directly in front of Swiss and grabbed a handful of his jacket.  “Say it again.”

“Look boss, it was just a complement!”  Swiss’s hands came up to grip Copia’s wrist and tried to pull him off, but the man didn’t budge.  Their argument had attracted everyone else’s attention and you could see Aether slowly start to wander over while Sunshine had a hand over her mouth trying to hide a smile.

“Say.  It.  Again.”

“She looks good in my shir–ow fuck!”

Copia had slammed his forehead against Swiss’s nose, blood instantly pouring out of it.  It didn’t slow the Ghoul down though, he wrapped an arm around Copia’s neck and brought his other fist into his stomach.  Copia coughed out something in Italian, you assumed a curse word, and kicked at Swiss’s knee.  At that point Swiss lost his balance and fell over, dragging Copia with him.

They both landed in the dirt right next to you and you yelped, jumping back to try and get out of the way.  Both men continued to grapple with each other in the dirt, rolling around back and forth as they both tried to get the upper hand.  Aether, Mountain and Rain had rushed over, with the taller Ghoul positioning himself in front of you.  When you glanced up at him he smiled and muttered ‘just in case’.

More shouts and groans brought your attention back to the two men on the ground, their fighting not having even slowed down.  You could barely tell who was who anymore, both of them covered in dirt and blood.  When Swiss was able to roll over and get on top of Copia Aether reached out and grabbed him trying to pull him off.  Swiss had chosen that moment to pull his arm back to throw a punch and his elbow ended up slamming into Aether’s face.

“Shit!”  Aether fell back onto the ground, one hand covering his mouth.  “Goddammit Swiss!”

“Oh fuck, Aether I’m sor–unholy shit, Copia!”

In the brief moment Swiss had been distracted with Aether, Copia had managed to free himself from under the Ghoul.  He flipped the man onto his back and drove an elbow into Swiss’s crotch.  Your hands flew to your mouth as Swiss cried out, clutching himself and rolling away from The Cardinal. You glanced back towards camp but Sunshine was too busy doubling over and laughing to bother with the fight.

Copia got to his feet and looked about ready to go at Swiss again, but Mountain took a step forward and grabbed him.  His long arms wrapped around the smaller man’s waist and dragged him away, Copia kicking and shouting the entire time.  You tentatively took a few steps forward towards Swiss and rested them on his shoulders.  He looked up at you, a big smile on his face despite the blood still coming out of his nose.  Swiss managed to wink at you despite an already swelling eye and you sighed as you took the rest of the damage in.

Cowboys were strange. 

~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~   

The one good thing about the rain was that it was hiding your tears.

Copia and Rain had left shortly after the fight to scout ahead.  You weren’t sure what was going through his head at the moment.  He refused to let you look at the reopened cut above his eye after you helped Swiss’s nose stop bleeding.  It wasn’t like you were encouraging the attention Swiss was giving you.  Sunshine seemed to be the one doing that and whenever you tried to ask her about it she’d just smirk and ignore you.

But all that was hours ago.  It hadn’t been long before the storm clouds had finally rolled in.  At first it was just sheets of rain but it quickly became nearly impossible to see with how heavy it was falling.  The thunder and lightning began to make riding anywhere dangerous so Aether had led the group to a small patch of trees to try and stay out of the wind.

Everyone was miserable, including the horses.  Yours seemed especially restless as the storm got worse.  Every time the lightning flashed it was startling and attempting to move around and away from the others.  It was at this point that you had started crying.  You were scared, soaking wet and quickly tiring of trying to keep your horse under control.  For the first time in days you found yourself wishing you were home in Missouri.  

That thought only made you cry harder.

You didn’t even notice when Copia and Rain came back.  It didn’t help that your horse had wandered away from the group a bit and no matter what you did you couldn’t get it to turn back.  Right when you were about to just get off the damn thing and walk over a bolt of lightning struck nearby, the thunder cracking loudly overhead.  You cried out when your horse reared up but an arm quickly grasped you around your waist and pulled you off.

“Easy girl, easy.  I’ve got you.” 

Copia yanked off his duster and draped it over you, carefully tucking you under it and out of the rain.  You wanted to tell him it didn’t matter since you were already soaked to the bone but the simple action made you feel so safe you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything.  Instead you wrapped your arms around his waist and leaned into his chest as you sat sideways in front of him.

You held on tighter when you felt Brizio start to move, your ear pressed right over Copia’s heart.  The steady thump was reassuring against your ear and you focused on that to try and relax.  When a hand reached under the coat and grabbed one of yours you looked up, peeking briefly out from under his duster.  He flashed you a smile and then leaned in close, his lips brushing against your forehead as he spoke.

“We found someplace to stay tonight, don’t worry.”  He squeezed your hand before dropping it and you instantly missed the feel of the leather against your skin.

The brief press of his lips against your forehead definitely made up for the loss of his hand though.    

~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Mountain and Aether quickly got the old barn door open, everyone hurrying inside out of the rain.  Copia slid off of Brizio and then helped you down. As you looked around you didn’t see any animals besides the horses you had brought with you.  The barn was mostly full of old looking equipment and assorted furniture.  You jumped a bit when Rain walked from behind you, patting you on the shoulder as he went by.

“Might want to start getting comfortable, Princess.”

You gave him a brief smile and nodded then started to pull your arms out of Copia’s duster.  It was heavy with water so you tried to shake it out a few times before hanging it on a nearby pole.  A chill immediately settled into your skin and you shivered.  All the blankets everyone had with them would be soaked as well and you worried your bottom lip between your teeth.  You weren’t looking forward to sleeping in wet clothes on hay, but it was definitely better than being outside.

Aether and Mountain had busied themselves with spreading supplies out to help them dry and you started to walk towards them to help before the barn door opened again. An older man and woman rushed in, both of them holding a stack of what looked like blankets.

“Look at all of you!  Soaked to the bone!”  The woman dropped her pile on the ground and then grabbed the stack from the man with her, piling those on top of the others.  The man wandered over to where Copia was talking with Dewdrop and Rain so you took a few steps toward the woman to help her.

“Oh!  I didn’t realize you had a lady with you.”  You offered her a small smile when she walked up to you with her hands held out and you quickly wiped yours off before placing them in hers.  “My name is Ethel and that’s my husband Harold.  Now, we can’t have a pretty thing like you stuck in this old barn with all of these dirty cowboys.”

You had to bite your lip to keep your laugh in when you heard Sunshine’s ‘hey!’.  Dewdrop couldn’t stop his own laughter though and you promptly heard him grunt, probably from a smack on the head by the Ghoulette.  You focused back on the woman and shook your head.

“It’s ok, I don’t mind.  These are my friends.”  Honestly though, the thought of sleeping in a barn wasn’t incredibly appealing.  Especially with how the storm continued to get worse.  

“No, no I insist.  You’ll stay in the house with Harold and I.  We have plenty of room.  Harold!”  

There was no way to stop the smile from breaking out on your face while you watched Ethel wander over to where her husband was talking with Copia.  A bed!  The thought of sleeping in an actual bed after so many days of sleeping on the ground was amazing.  You bounced on your heels a few times, watching as Ethel and Copia laughed at something before they both turned and headed back your way.

“You see?  That’s settled then.”  Ethel reached up and patted your cheek before grabbing some of the blankets she brought with her.  “Let’s get everyone as comfortable as possible and then we’ll get you two settled inside.”

You froze at her last comment, shooting Copia a look when he cleared his throat.  He was busy getting Brizio’s saddle off and you walked over to him after Ethel went to help spread the blankets out.

“Copia, what does she mean by that?”

“Eh?  By what?”

You narrowed your eyes, following him when he pulled the saddle off his horse and went to set it down.

“She said ‘you two’.  Why did she say that?”  When Copia turned and started back towards Brizio you reached out and grabbed his arm.  He looked down at your hand for a moment and then back up to your face with a raised eyebrow.  “Don’t give me that look, what did she mean?”

When he started to walk away once more you couldn’t help but give his arm a vicious pinch through his shirt.  He hissed between his teeth, pulling his arm away and glaring at you.  

“Watch it, Principessa.”  Copia caught your hand when you reached out to give him another pinch, keeping a firm grip when you tried to pull it away.  “I thought you’d be happier at getting to sleep inside the house.” 

“Trust me I am, but why does it sound like you’re coming too?”  

Before he could answer you heard footsteps behind you and you turned your head to see Ethel’s kind face.

“You two remind me of Harold and I when we were younger.  That man couldn’t keep his hands off of me.”  She smiled and gave you a quick wink.  “Still can’t some days.”

Copia tugged you closer and then slid an arm around your shoulders.  Your mind was so busy trying to process what was happening that you didn’t even protest, easily fitting against his side.

“Well Ethel, who could blame him?  Especially marrying a woman as beautiful as yourself.”

Ethel blushed, giggling as she smoothed her hands over the gray hair pinned up on her head.

“Oh you are trouble, Mr. Emeritus.”  She looked at you and gave you another wink.  “I hope you keep a close eye on him, my dear.”

She didn’t wait for you to answer and made her way over to the door of the barn.  You took the opportunity to look up at Copia, studying his face for a moment.  He was biting his bottom lip like he was trying to hold in laughter so you couldn’t help but pinch his side.

“Copia what the fu–,”  Your angry whisper was cut off by Ethel’s voice, but what she said finally gave you the answer Copia had refused to.

“Alright, time for the newlyweds to follow me!”

Your head whipped around, your eyes wide and your mouth open as you looked at her.  Did she say newlyweds?  You quickly looked back at Copia who was looking down at you with that smug smile he used so much.

Copia started walking towards the door, pulling you along with him.  Your mind was going a mile a minute trying to absorb what was happening.  He grabbed his duster from where you had hung it, shaking it out before putting it on.  You were tucked back against his side when he was done and he held his arm above your head to be ready to block as much rain as possible.

“Shall we?”

Newlyweds?

~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~

As soon as you got inside the farmhouse Ethel was on the move.

She practically tore Copia’s duster off of him, making him take off his leather jacket as well.  Once she had those she swiftly hung them on a hook by the door to dry and then immediately pointed at your shoes.  Copia’s thumped heavily against the floor, the spurs jingling as they went.  Your own shoes were a bit of a struggle and you were a little afraid they’d just fall apart as soon as you took them off.  They were not meant for the life of an outlaw.

“Mr. Emeritus, your wife needs better shoes than these if she’s going to be traveling with you.”  She tsked at the state of them when she took them from you and Copia muttered an apology under his breath.  “You’re lucky because I think she and I are about the same size.  I have plenty of old things we can set her up with.”

“Ethel, thank you, but I couldn’t possibly accept anything.  Especially after you let us stay in your home.”

“Nonsense, we all need to look out for each other in the west.”  She smiled at you both, her hands clasped together.  “Besides I only ever had boys so it’ll be nice to find some use for my old things.”

She quickly spun around, waving for you both to follow as she disappeared down the hall that led out from the main room.  You found yourself distracted as you walked through her home.  It was so unlike where you had grown up.  That house had felt cold and uninviting, but here every small nook and corner felt full of warmth and love.  Knick knacks and mismatched furniture were tucked in everywhere and there were lots of paintings on the walls.  

This place was an actual home.

“Now I know you two are probably tired from your journey so I’ll let you settle in while I gather some things for you.”  She stopped in front of the last door at the end of the hallway, opening it and ushering you both inside.  “There’s already fresh water in the basin so feel free to get some of the dirt from the road off.  I’m going to grab some dry things for you to wear for the night until we can get your own things cleaned up.”

Copia turned and was speaking quietly to Ethel, but you couldn’t focus on what they were saying.  As the woman went on about her plans all you could focus on was the room itself.  It was small, not that you had expected anything grand.  It was decorated much like the rest of her home and for a brief moment you fantasized about having a bedroom like this, in a home like this.  Some place where you could be yourself and not have to worry about following any unspoken rules.  

But then you saw the bed.

The small bed.  The bed you and Copia would have to share.  Together.  Because this sweet woman thought you were married.  

“I know the bed is a little small for two, but I’m sure you’ll make do.”

“No need to worry Ethel, my wife here is a cuddler.”  You gritted your teeth as they both laughed behind you.  “Isn’t that right, Polpettina?”

You know what, two could play this game.  You put the fake smile you always used back in Missouri and spun around.

“Can you blame me, Ethel?  With how handsome he is?”

Ethel actually giggled, looking up at Copia’s face because she clearly agreed with your statement.  When you glanced at Copia you expected an irritated look, maybe narrowed eyes.  Instead what you saw on his face nearly made you cry out in triumph.

He was blushing.  

“Alright, let me leave you two alone for a moment and I'll be right back.”  

She walked forward and patted you on the cheek, winking briefly and giving you a small smile before turning and walking from the room.  You instantly narrowed your eyes at Copia as he groaned and stretched his arms out.  The blush was gone already and was replaced by his usual smug look.

“What does ‘Polpettina’ mean?”  Copia ignored you and walked towards the bed, taking his hat off and hanging it on one of the posts.  “Well?”

He shrugged, keeping his back to you as he pressed his hands down into the mattress.  You watched as he climbed onto the bed and leaned back against the pillows, his eyes landing on you.  

“Just an endearment.”

“What, like ‘Principessa’?”

The smirk on his face told you that it absolutely was not like ‘Principessa’ so you crossed your arms and glared at him.

“It’s just something fun to call my darling wife.”

You sighed and turned to look around the room again.  Maybe you could ask for some extra blankets and then make some sort of nest on the floor.  The bed was too small to share, definitely too small to share with Copia.  Your cheeks were heating just thinking about it.  You froze when you heard him let out a quick whistle and turned to glare at him.  He had somehow reclined even more and was patting the empty spot next to him with a grin on his face.

“There is no way I’m sharing a bed with you.”

“Why not?  We’re married now.”

“We are most certainly not married and I never agreed to pretend to be married to you to begin with!”

It was Copia’s turn to roll his eyes and he turned so that he was on his side with his head propped up on his hand.

“I thought you’d be more excited.”  

“Are you pouting?”

“You know there are a lot of girls out there that would kill to be in your spot right now.”

“Oh like the girl in Denver?”

“What’s the matter, eh?  Isn’t this what you wanted?”

“What do you mean ‘what I wanted?’”

You knew by the smirk on his face you weren’t gonna like what he said next. 

“You’re the one that’s been dreaming about me, Principessa.”  He got up from the bed and sauntered over to you. “I would think pretending to be married to The Cardinal would be, what do they say, ’a dream come true?’  Besides, I didn’t want to leave you all alone in this house.”

Wait, what?

“Why not?”

“Eh, I figured they’d be asking a lot of questions.  Thought it would be best if I was here to help.”

“Help with what?  I can answer a few questions.”

Copia groaned and took a few steps back to sit on the bed again.

“It can be tough to think on your feet.  To keep your story straight.”

“And since I’m a stupid, naive city girl I wouldn’t be able to handle it?”

“Look, I had to think fast when she mentioned she was bringing you up to the house.”  Copia ran his hand through his hair and sighed.  “It’s not like you have experience lying, Principessa.”

“You really have a warped idea of what my life was like, don’t you?”  It took all of your self control not to close the distance between you and punch him in the nose.  “I lied all the time back home.”

“What could you possibly need to lie about?”

“Everything!”  You took a deep breath to try and calm your breathing before you continued.  “If I told my father or mother how I really felt about things or what I was really doing in my spare time they would’ve locked me away in my room all day.”

“What were you doing in your spare time eh, Principessa?”  Copia leaned back on the bed with a smirk on his face.  “Staring at wanted posters and fantasizing about spending the night with The Cardinal?”

“Just because yours was the only poster you found doesn’t mean yours was the only poster I had.” 

The look on his face was priceless, but your smirk dropped when he stood up and closed the distance between you.

“Is that so?  Well who else were you looking at while you had your hand under your nightgo–merda!”  

Copia groaned and fell back onto the bed when your knee connected with his crotch.  He gritted his teeth, glaring at you for a moment before he jumped up and reached for you.  Right as he yanked you against his chest there was a knock on the door and Ethel poked her head in.

“Oh!  I’m sorry to interrupt.”  She stepped in, her arms full of what looked like clothes and blankets.  “See I knew you two would want some time alone.”

You laughed, pushing away from Copia as roughly as you thought you could get away with to take some of the things out of her hands.

“Thank you, Ethel.”  

“Of course, dear.”  She dropped her pile onto the bed and then turned to smile at you and Copia.  “You too really are just so sweet with each other, it’s wonderful to see.”

Copia chuckled and you stiffened when he walked up behind you and placed his hands on your shoulders.

“Thank you, signora.”  He squeezed your shoulders and you glanced up at him, sighing when you saw that smirk of his.  “I just can’t help myself, look at how beautiful she is.  I knew I had to snatch her up.”    

The bottom fell out of your stomach at his words.  Once again someone was treating you like a pretty decoration.  Like a doll.  You had told him this before, that day at the creek.  That you hated being treated like this.  Even if he was just saying this for Ethel’s sake it still hurt.  It still felt like every other time you had been reduced to nothing of worth by everyone around you.

You were so tired of it.

“Well how about we let your lovely wife get changed and you go out with Harold to bring some more things to your friends before the storm picks up again.”  Ethel picked up one of the pieces of clothing she had set on the bed and held it out.  “I know it’s not very fashionable, but here’s an old nightgown of mine you can wear tonight dear.”

“Thank you for everything, Ethel.”  You tried to give her a convincing smile as you stepped away from Copia, walking over towards the bed and sitting down.  Copia was giving you an odd look and you did your best to ignore it, silently willing him to leave the room so you could try and collect yourself.

“Alright, Mr. Emeritus, let me give you some more things and then you can head out with Harold.”  She patted Copia on the arm and started walking towards the door, turning at the last moment to give you another warm smile.  “Then you two can have the room to yourselves.”

You looked down at the nightgown in your lap and traced your finger along the embroidery stitched into the collar.  After a moment you looked up and met Copia’s mismatched eyes.

“I can’t wait.”

~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~

“I’m not going to bite you know?  Not unless you want me to.”

You continued to ignore him, taking the pillow and quilt and placing them on the floor.  Hopefully Ethel didn’t waltz in again anytime soon, you weren’t sure how you were going to explain this.

“I’ll sleep over the covers and keep my hands to myself.”

“I don’t care what you do as long as you do it away from me.”

“You know if anyone should be worried about hands it’s me.” 

You turned around and glared at him, the bastard had come back from checking on his friends and immediately laughed at your borrowed nightgown.  The white fabric covered you from your neck down.  The only things exposed were your hands and feet.  After he was done laughing he had promptly started taking his clothes off and you had yelped and turned away while he changed.  You didn’t need to see his face to know he had been smirking at you the whole time.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Maybe you start dreaming about me, eh?  Maybe your hands start wandering…”  You heard his footsteps get closer to you.  “I mean, not that I’d mind, but still.  What if Ethel hears us?”

You growled, turning and shoving him away. He fell back onto the bed with a laugh.  

“Just stay on the bed and I’ll stay down here.”

Copia sighed and blew out the candles on the small table nearby.  The only light left to illuminate the room were the occasional flashes of lightning.  Ethel was right, it was picking up again and seemed to be worse than it was earlier.  You grabbed the quilt off the end of the bed and lowered yourself onto the floor.  As you tried to settle and get comfortable your back already began to protest the hard wood beneath you.  Somehow it was less comfortable than it was outside on the ground.

“Let’s be serious now.  I’m sorry for teasing you.”  Lightning flashed and it reflected against his eyes, the white one gleaming briefly.  “I promise to be a gentleman.”

You snorted and turned your back to him.

“It’s either you or me, dear.”

“What are you even mad about, eh?  I thought th–”

“You thought that a dumb city girl like me wouldn’t be able to handle herself.”  When Copia didn’t say anything you kept going.  “I should actually thank you for reminding me, I forgot that all I’m good for is decoration.”  

“Principessa, that’s not what I mea–”

“No, you know what?  I don’t want to hear it.  I don’t want to hear anything from you right now.”  You hoped he didn’t notice how your voice was trembling.  The lightning was flashing so much now the room was nearly continuously bathed in light so you took a deep breath and glanced over your shoulder at the bed.  Copia was looking right at you so you gritted your teeth to keep your gaze steady as you looked back.  “Goodnight, Cardinal.”

~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~

If Copia had fallen asleep you weren’t sure, but you hadn’t been able to sleep a wink so far.

The whole house seemed to shake with each rumble of thunder.  It might not have bothered you so much if you had been in the bed, but on the floor it was a constant vibration.  You had thrown the quilt over your head to try and at least block the lightning out, but you could still see flashes through the fabric.  

You should have just ignored Copia’s teasing and slept on the bed.  It’s not like you hadn’t been close to him before.  You’d been practically in his lap numerous times now while on his horse.  Just that morning he had his arms around you while showing you how to shoot.  Not to mention the moment when he arrived back in camp after Mary’s ambush…

An echoing boom rattled the window and you couldn’t hold back a gasp.  The desire to cry was growing and you didn’t even know what the main reason for it was.  Once again you felt overwhelmed with emotions, most of which you couldn’t even explain.  A few tears slipped down your cheeks and you sniffled.  You took a few deep breaths to try and calm down, but the thunder was as relentless as your racing thoughts.

“Principessa?”  The bed creaked and you heard footsteps next to you followed by a hand on your shoulder.  “Hey, you under there?”

You snorted and pulled the quilt off, hoping that he wouldn’t be able to notice your tears.

“I’m fine, you should go back to sleep.”  Please don’t.

“Hard to sleep when my wife is on the floor crying.”

You groaned and tried to put the blanket back over your head, but he wouldn’t let you.  Instead he threw it off to the side leaving you laying in front of him in your borrowed nightgown.

“Copia!  What are you doing?”  The only answer you got was his arms sliding under you and a grunt as he lifted you up.  “Put me down!  Put me down right now!”

“Okie dokie.”  A squeak left you as he dropped you onto the bed and you glared up at him when he shushed you.  “You better be quiet, Ethel seems like the type to tease if she hears too much noise in here.”

“I hate you.”

Copia snorted, reaching down to grab the pillow and quilt from the floor.  When he turned he dropped them onto you and then shoved you further towards the wall.  

“Come on, make room.  Should’ve known a city girl like you would hog the bed.”

You huffed but moved over, crawling under the covers.  Copia stretched out next to you, on top like he had promised.  He had his eyes closed already with his hands resting on his stomach.  The lightning was still flashing enough that you could study his face, your eyes tracing his features in the sporadic light.  When he didn’t move for a while you assumed he had fallen asleep so you burrowed deeper into the bed and closed your eyes.  

“You know you’re more than that don’t you Principessa?  To me?”

His words washed over you and the tears you had been fighting started to well again.  You took a deep breath before opening your eyes to look at him.  

“More than what?”

He sighed and opened his own to look up at the ceiling.  A moment later he stretched his hand out towards you, palm up and waiting.  You stared at it for a moment before pulling one of yours out from under the covers and sliding it into his.  He closed his fingers over your hand and pulled it over to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss into your palm before finally looking at you.

“A decoration.”  You smiled at him and squeezed his hand in a silent thank you.  “You’re much too loud for that anyway.”

You groaned and yanked your hand away, ignoring his laughter.  The damn cowboy just couldn’t help himself could he?  But despite his teasing you did find yourself feeling better and you decided to take his words as the apology he meant them to be.  When you looked at him again he was watching you, a small smile on his face.  You meant to return it, but a yawn suddenly overtook you and you heard him laugh again.

“I think it’s time for the city girl to get some sleep, eh?”

“Wait, there’s something I wanted to ask you.  What does ‘Polpettina’ mean?”  When he bit his lip, trying to stop his smile from getting wider you immediately became suspicious.  “Copia.”

“Little meatball.”

“Are you serious?!”  When he snorted you growled and reached over to pinch his side.  “You’re horrible.”

“I thought it would be a good nickname for you.”

“A nickname for what?”

“If you stuck around.  You can’t be an outlaw without a nickname.” You hoped he didn't notice your blush.  The fact that he was thinking of that made you feel…you weren’t even sure. “How about ‘Patatina’?”

“What does that mean?”

“Little potato.”

He flinched away when you kicked him, but you saw his smile when lightning flashed again.  

“A potato isn’t very threatening.”

“Ah, this is true.  Let’s see, what else could we call you?”  Copia mumbled a few things under his breath before speaking again.  “Mostriciattola.”

“I don't want to know.”

“Little monster.”  Copia yelped when you pinched his arm, grabbing your hands when you tried to do it again.  “You’re very picky for an outlaw.”

“Maybe I’ll stick with Principessa.”  You yawned again, your eyes finally getting heavy despite the storm raging outside and the feelings Copia was stirring in you.  There was only a sliver of space between you both and you could feel the heat radiating from his body. You felt him rustle around as sleep began to claim you, your eyes closed and your breath evening out.  There was a ghost of a touch along your cheek and you felt him tucking some of your hair behind your ear as he spoke again.

“Si, I think I will too.”

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You woke up slowly, the sun hitting your face and warming your skin. 

At first you thought you were back at home in Missouri.  It felt so strange to be in a bed after spending so many days sleeping on the cold, hard ground.  You kept your eyes shut and let your mind drift back to your dream.  Once again you and Copia had been laying in a field of wildflowers, your arms wrapped around him and your head on his chest.  You sighed and snuggled back into the warmth surrounding you, ready to fall back asleep.

“Did you know that you snore?”

Copia’s voice startled you so badly you nearly let out a scream.  Your eyes flew open and you pushed back against the body you had been wrapped around, against Copia’s body.  When you looked up at his face he just gave you a lazy smile.

“What did you do?”

“Me?  Principessa, I didn’t do anything except lay here innocently trying to sleep.”  He turned on his side and gave you another smile.  “As I predicted you were the one who couldn’t keep their hands to themselves.”

“Why didn’t you push me away?!”

“Eh, seemed kind of rude.”  He reached over, poking your nose before you could bat his hand away.  “Plus you look so cute when you’re asleep.”

You groaned and buried your face into your pillow. He was never going to let you forget this. 

“I must say though I am curious about something.”  You turned your head so you could look at him, narrowing your eyes when you saw his wide smile.

“What?”

“What were you dreaming about?  The things you were whispering, well…”  You continued to stare at him, dreading what he was going to say next. “They even made me blush.  Are all Missouri girls like this?”

He let out a yelp when you kicked him and then a few curses when you ripped the blankets away and crawled over him to get out of the bed.  You tripped over the nightgown, stumbling and falling to your knees.  The bed creaked behind you and you felt his hands slide around your waist to help you up, but you jerked away from him.  

“What is the damned problem, eh?”

You finally got to your feet and spun around to jab a finger into his chest.

“The problem is you won’t stop teasing me!”

“Oh but I like seeing you get all riled up.”  Copia grabbed your hand and entwined his fingers with yours.  “Your face gets red, kind of like when I make you blush, but all over.”

“You do not make me blush!”

“There are also these little wrinkles right here.”  Copia reached out and poked right between your eyebrows. You tried to bat his hand away with your free one but he just grabbed that one too.  “They only appear when you’re mad.”  

He moved even closer to you and you held your breath. 

“You also clench your little hands into fists.”  Copia brought both of your hands up to his mouth and gave each a kiss on the back.  “Like all you can think about is punching me in the nose.”  

“I’m thinking of doing that right now so if you do—“. 

A brisk knock on the door interrupted you, Ethel calling out as she opened it. You attempted to take a step back from Copia, but he let go of one of your hands and slid his arm around your waist to tug you against his chest.  When you looked up at his face to ask what he was doing you were met with his lips pressing into yours.

“Oh!  I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt!”  

Copia chuckled as he pulled away, you didn’t need to open your eyes to know he was grinning.  Honestly you couldn’t even remember closing your eyes.

“No need to apologize, signora.  Mia Polpettina just can’t help herself in the morning.”

You gritted your teeth at the sound of their laughter, finally opening your eyes to see Ethel pouring some more water in the basin on the dresser nearby.  She had a handful of clothes in her arms as well, walking over to place those on the bed when she was done pouring.

“Well I have some breakfast set out, but Harold had to go check on some things outside.  There was some damage from the storm.”    

“Ethel, I'd be happy to give your husband a hand.”  Copia turned so he had your back against his chest, both of his arms wrapped around your waist.  “Let me get dressed and give this one a proper goodbye and I’ll be right out.”

“Mr. Emeritus, that is so kind of you, thank you.”  Ethel gave you both a warm smile before gesturing to the clothes she had left.  “I’ve got your things from last night cleaned up and dry, but I put a few old things of mine for you dear.  They should fit much better than those clothes you were wearing last night.”

You smiled at her and gave her a quiet thank you.  The kiss had you so flustered you didn’t really trust your voice at the moment.  Ethel gave you and Copia a wink before she turned and left the room as quickly as she came in.

“Well Polpettina, would you like to help your husband undress?”

Copia grunted when your elbow connected with his stomach and you shoved yourself away from him.  You could just strangle him; he was so infuriating!  Once more you found yourself jabbing your finger into his chest.

“Don’t ever do that again.”

“Mi dispiace, but I could’ve sworn you’ve been wanting a kiss from The Cardinal.”

“Right now the only thing I want from you is for you to leave.”  Copia rolled his eyes and wandered over to the pile of clothes to grab his pants.  You whipped around when he started to pull off the pants he borrowed from Harold to sleep in.  “Besides, if that kiss was supposed to impress me you’re sorely mistaken.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.  That wasn’t much of a kiss.”  Copia didn’t respond so you walked over to the basin, wetting a cloth to wipe your face with.  “You like to mock those city boys of mine but they have much better kissing skills than the cowboys I’ve met.”

“Oh been kissing a lot of cowboys have you?”

His voice sounded a little closer but you kept your back to him and continued talking.

“Just the one, but that was more than enough.  Unless…”

“Unless what?”

“Well, maybe I could give one of the Ghouls a try.”  You smirked and turned around.  “I bet Swiss wou—“

“You bet Swiss would do what?”

Copia had snuck up right behind you so when you turned around you nearly smacked into his chest. His eyes were dark as they looked down at you and you attempted to take a step to the side to walk around him. He shot an arm out and rested it on the dresser behind you, blocking you in. 

“Quit that.”  You tried to move his arm but it didn’t budge.  “Fine!  I bet Swiss would be more than happy to kiss me.”

Copia didn’t say a word, he just moved his hands to your waist and then lifted you onto the dresser. You couldn’t help but squeak as he plopped you down, his hands resting on either side of your legs so you couldn’t move away.  Your knees were pressed against his thighs as he got as close as he could to you, leaning his head down so your eyes were level.  You took a nervous breath before you managed to speak.

“What are you doing?”

“I have a reputation to uphold Principessa.”

You opened your mouth to tell him off again, but the look in his eyes kept you silent.  They were dark and intense as they stared into yours.  He hadn’t reapplied the makeup after the rain had washed it away and it made looking at his face this close seem even more intimate.  Your body was starting to react to his closeness and you took a trembling breath when you realized why.

You wanted him to kiss you again. 

Your heart was racing wildly in your chest as you watched him, waiting for him to do something.  You slid your tongue out and wet your lips while you glanced at his own and that seemed to be the invitation he was waiting for. His mouth descended on you, a warm pressure that immediately stole your breath away.  Your trembling hands came up to grip his biceps and you clung to them as his lips moved against yours.

When he brought one of his warm hands to your cheek you couldn’t help but whimper and that seemed to egg him on.  He slid his hand further back into your hair and tilted your head up a bit so the angle was better.  His other hand moved to your thigh, running up until it was at your hip.  His thumb rubbed circles over your hip bone and your mouth fell open in a gasp.

Instead of stopping he captured your mouth again and swept his tongue inside.  You whimpered, trying to copy his movements, tentatively touching your tongue to his.  Copia groaned at the contact and pushed closer, your knees spreading to accommodate him. You moved your hands from his arms to his chest, one hand gripping his shirt and the other you let rest where the collar was open.

His skin was warm under your hand and his chest hair was coarse against your fingers as you tangled them in it.  The noise he made went straight to your core and you whimpered again into his mouth.  You felt dizzy with desire, with longing.  You never thought you’d be here actually kissing The Cardinal, kissing Copia, the man you had fantasized about for so long.

This was so much better than anything you had ever imagined.    

You weren’t sure how long you had been kissing at that point, but slowly Copia started to pull away.  He gave you a few final swipes inside your mouth with his tongue before he stopped and leaned his forehead against yours.  You both panted into each other's mouths for a moment, neither of you able to speak.  His hand left your hair and joined the other at your hip, both moving to rest on either side of your thighs.  It was Copia that finally spoke first.

“How was that Principessa?”

You took a few more deep breaths, trying to collect your thoughts. 

“Better.”

Copia smirked, but for some reason there wasn’t the usual smugness behind it. His lips were swollen so you could only imagine what yours looked like. You brought a hand up to your mouth and touched shaking fingers to your lips.  His eyes were gazing into yours, but he kept glancing back down as if he was thinking of kissing you again.  He finally groaned and leaned back a bit however his hands remained on your thighs.

“I should go and check on Harold and the Ghouls.”

“Yes. I should um, get dressed. And find Ethel.”

“Si.”

“Ok.”

Neither one of you moved a muscle for what seemed like an eternity. You had no idea what he was thinking, but your own thoughts were still racing.  All you could think about was the kiss and how good it felt.  How good his hands felt on you and how good his body felt under your own hands.  Copia let a slow breath out and you bit your lip, waiting for him to turn and go so you could collect yourself.  Instead he groaned and moved close again, spreading your legs even farther so he could fit right against you.

You weren’t sure which one of you moved first but it didn’t really matter.  All you cared about was that Copia was kissing you again and you never wanted him to stop.

Everything else could wait.

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hiii after gobbling down almost all i could find i came to ask if you know any multi chap ghoul ficss!!! can be angst or fluff or anything really, but i'd just prefer ghouls not papas rn. any recs? thank you love <3

hellooo, sweet anon!! i perused my ao3 history and here are a handful of multi-chap or series featuring ghouls that really buttered my croissant. i hope you find something new to enjoy amongst the recs!!

recs under the cut!

Ghoul x Ghoul

love is all you need (series) - @gayrickgrimes - 47k, E - Dew x Rain x Swiss

"a series where i explore swiss, rain, and dewdrop’s developing relationship. featuring polyghouls. they’re all dating, i just want to focus on these three."

The Longest Hours - @midnight-moth - 17k, E - Dew x Rain

“I wrote this on the plane today on the way back from my work trip. It features a lovely combination of how I feel about all of the flying I’ve had to do lately and my love of Rain and Dew being the softest softs that ever softed. And Rain being aroused by Dew’s tears but I mean. Is that a secret? Do they not cry in everything I write? Sorry…” *if you're in it for the long haul, they also have a behemoth of a masterpiece called "Kilonova" that you can read here.

It's No Fun 'Til Someone Dies (Murder Ghouls) series - @iamthecomet - 10k, E - Polyghouls

Summary of Part 1: Dew doesn’t understand how they haven’t figured it out yet. Humanity's persistence, its blindness will be its downfall. He’s in awe of the way they continue to insist to themselves that it’s normal for multiple people a month to just—vanish. To “go home” without taking any of their stuff. To flee in the middle of the night. Or fall from balconies, or down the stairs, or drown. That they haven’t figured out that the unlucky few are fodder for the machine that is the Ghost Project. Food, literally, for the hell-spawn that drives it forward. They spend their days looking at the Ghouls like they are something to be attained. A prize to win. Dew is happy to encourage it. To let them walk right into the trap. He runs his teeth over his fangs. He can still taste the blood. *a little something to get you in the mood for spooky season.

Ghoul x Reader

Slow Burn (series) - @high-imperatrix - 116k, E - Polyghouls x Reader (Dew x Reader main pairing)

A series of porn-with-plot stories featuring a female Reader character—a human hired to come in and manage the band Ghost—and her relationship with the fire ghoul Dewdrop. It starts off as an enemies-to-lover flirtation and involves into something much more serious—with Reader character getting to know the other citizens of the abbey along the way. Features tons of smut, group sex, threesomes, BDSM, dalliances with the Papas, and more!

Ghoul Bicycle (series) - @gravehags - 22k, E - Polyghouls x Reader

It's not your fault you're a virgin, but it's certainly causing problems for Swiss.

Hold Me Like A Knife - @highdefinitions - 19k, E - Swiss x OC (can also be read as reader insert)

Swiss reunites with a ghost from his past.

𖤐 you know the drill--bookmark, read, leave kudos and/or comments!

[simpformoonknight]

It was always you (Dewdrop x fem reader)

(romantic relationship)

Summary: You remember a wholesome interaction with Dew.

Warnings: non? Very sappy.

Author note: Hello this is my first ever post and story and I apologise if Dew doesn’t really follow how people usually write him. I hope whoever reads this enjoy it! It’s a fem reader with she/her so if you prefer others then sorry but pls imagine that instead. I just wrote what felt normal for me ( I am female). I hope it’s not super off and that it’s readable, my native language is not English for the record. Please enjoy! :)

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It was a cold night in autumn, the wind blowing ever so softy and (y/n) remember it clearly. Out in the garden of the ministry she sat and contemplated how it feels to be safe and happy. She had been feeling more so the longer she stayed, especially with the ghouls presence. But even so sometimes it still felt as if happiness is a long way from being achieved.

She watched the moon and wished that some there could be some sign that could help her decide on how she would achieve this missing puzzle pice of happiness.

“Pet? What are you doing out here? Are you not cold, satan, you should so cold!”

It was he, the one that has been taking care of her sense she arrived. And here he was once again worried about her.

Half sprinting down the last steps down to the garden Dewdrop came to a stop before the lonely sister. Before his mate. And while he tried to asses how much body heat she had lost he asked her endless questions.

“Unholy hell! Your absolutely freezing, pet how long have you been out here? Did something happen?”

(Y/n) didn’t respond, she just gazed upon the ghoul she had fallen so deeply for without knowing it. Not getting a response made Dewdrop look up and stare a short second at her before immediately cupping her face in his clawed hands and staring right into her eyes.

“Was it them again?! Did they hurt you again? I am gonna kill them! How dare they hurt what is MINE!”

He wasn’t roaring but it was a tone that was deep and rumbling in his chest. It would have sounded dangerous for anyone listening, a demons growling and possessive tone booming, almost echoing in the cold night. But for (y/n) it produced a safe feeling, here this infernal creature cared and was more worried for her then anyone had ever expressed before. Dewdrops chest heaved with almost uncontrollable anger, how dare some unimportant humans hurt his mate?

(Y/n) took his hands from her face and gently called his name. Her face slightly red from the extra heat he produced when riled up.

“Dewdrop, darling, baby please focus on me, nothing of that sort has happened. Please calm down and get back to me.”

Slowly Dewdrop calmed down, the extra heat went down and he became the normal heat he usually was, which was still warmer then a usual human. He carefully took her hands in his and squeezed her gently making sure not to accidentally hurt her.

“My pet, then what could it be? What is it that is making you this miserable? I know for a fact you wouldn’t be out here if there wasn’t something troubling you.”

She smiled softly and squeezed him back.

“If I am going to be honest with you Dewdrop, I am not quite sure.” With a deep breath she continued. “I just don’t know if what I am feeling is happiness. I feel safe here, I do, but I don’t know if this is what happiness is. I - I didn’t have the best childhood and happiness wasn’t really something my family was striving for. And I haven’t felt happiness for very long periods in my life and I have no idea if this is that feeling, happiness. I hope it is but I just do not know.”

Dewdrop watched her intensely and slowly moved to stand beside her. Humming in understanding he embraced her from behind and put his head on hers.

“Sorry this must sound like I am just babbling. I just don’t really know how to explain it.”

Feeling Dewdrop nod against her head she relaxed into his hold.

“I can understand you pet in a way, in the pit tease human emotions weren’t at the same intensity. When I was summoned everything happened so fast and suddenly I was topside with strong emotions that were hard to manage. But Omega helped suppressing them so that I could deal with them easier. But when Copia, you know, took over I was.. I- I… you know? Changed? Yeah the thing that happened.” Dewdrop said as he rubbed at his throat where the scars where. A thing he did when he was nervous and talked about the change he went through. “All the emotions weren’t suppressed by Omega anymore and it was hard to understand and deal with the strong emotions, especially anger. But I think you have seen that.. especially when we first met.”

(Y/n) tried to turn to look at Dewdrop, but he just kept a firm grip on her, keeping her still.

“Dew… baby..” (y/n) tried to say but Dewdrop brought his finger up to her lips and shushed her.

“What I am trying to say to you my pet is that emotions are sometimes hard to deal with and it can feel overwhelming and hopeless for a long time. But even if you can’t say where and when you feel your happiness I will still be here for you. I am your mate and you are mine and I will always take care and love you. It’s in my dna, but also because I have come to care for you especially much. So take your time finding your happiness, I will be here and support you. You won’t be alone in this.”

He finishes as he put his face in her neck and just softly rubbing his scent onto her. (Y/n) silently cry as she feels overwhelmed by all the emotions Dewdrop awakened with is speech. Maybe she had found her happiness in her ghoul, her mate. The one that she was fated to by Satan. She silently thanked him over and over while tightening his arms around her. The smell of burnt wood and fire filled her nose and she realised that this was her home and safety. She wasn’t ready to say it yet but one day she would.

A few years later (y/n) would be reminded of this interaction while she stand before Dewdrop in their wedding. A ceremony that would officially bond them for all eternity. Both while on the earth but also in the depts of hell where they would reunite after death. They were standing on the platform exchange rings as (y/n) leans in and whisper.

“You are my happiness Dewdrop, you always were.”

[fluffysourpatch]

Until the end of time my little Ghoulette

Sodo x fem reader

Warnings: Sodo still a little piece of shit / bad english

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// Chapter II //

A little spying doesn´t hurt

The little ghoulette went to the kitchen and searched for some food. Humm oh this looks nice… some strawberries and a juice. She takes the food and sits down on a chair. Meanwhile... with Sodo observing the new ghoul from afar, his eyes narrowed. “She´s not going to give it back this easily” he muttered. “It looks like she is more intelligent than I thought. The things I could do with a smart little ghoul like this…” His eyes widened.

“I shouldn´t think that way. She already got my dagger. Better stay away from her, for the best.” Sodo sighed maybe he should wait. The moment will present itself, sooner or later.

“Watching our new ghoulette huh? You like her already.?” Was whispered on his ear. “Ugh- What the hell…” Sodo startled and turned around, “Is there never a moment where a Papa isn´t listening?” he growled. Papa Copia stands beside Sodo and smiles. Sodo glances at him and scoffs “And yes, I am watching her, but that doesn´t mean I like her or anything”

Copia chuckled, he looks Sodo direct in his eyes and says “Sure, sure I see the look on your eyes my boy! And I can tell if its hate or loveee~” Sodo sighed frustrated “Shut up please. Don´t you dare say I love her!” he exclaimed with a stern voice. He leaned a little and said “I like her. There´s a difference” He smirked. Copias crossed his arms “Oh? Didn´t you just told me second ago that you don´t like her?” he teased.

Sodo’s eyes widened, Copia is fucking with him. He grumbled “That´s not important!” he sighed “Just don´t go making assumptions based on someone´s eyes” groaning. “You papas have that weird ability…” Copia sulks after Sodo said that does he really has weird abilities?

Sodo started to talk again “You know, I´m getting tired of your teasing, Copia, that´s the second time you do this to me today” He was about go get mad again. Copia laughed and patted Sodos shoulder “But where is the fun of it? A little teasing does no harm my boy…” Sodo shrugged his shoulder so Copia hand falls off.

Sodo sighed again and looks to the little ghoulette “You know I think I might start to get… A little attached to her… Oh! And if you try to make her hate me, I´ll- “Sodo frowned. “I´ll make you suffer”

Papa listened to him and nodded “Well if you are attached to her then go tell her before someone steals her from you! I heard that our boy Swiss tried to flirt with her” he giggles “that was fun to see” Sodo frowned and raised an eyebrow at Papa “What do you mean by stealing her? Are you trying to suggest I should confess my feelings to her??” then he turned around to Papa and scoffed “Also do you really want to talk about Swiss? He really is the dumbest ghoul I have met. He can´t even speak properly”

Papa Copia snickered “Yeah go tell her your feelings maybe not now! Because maybe she doesn´t like you right now but I would tell her soon. I go now, need to do some work. Good luck my boy ~” He turns around and walks away from Sodo. “Well… I guess you´re right” Sodo sighed, “Fine, I´ll think about it” he glanced at Copia who´s already walking away. “You better not tell her I like her, ya hear?” His voice turned to stern. “You better do your job and stay out of my way!” Sodo called to Copia and he waves off with his arm and called back “I can´t promise ~”

Sodo muttered something under his breath as he watched Copia walk away. “The nerve of that papa…” he huffed annoyed. “Why do all of them have to be such pests?” At that moment the little ghoulette finished eating stood up from her chair and cleaned the stuff, she leaves the kitchen as Sodo called out. “Hey, you, ghoul!” he yelled, his voice stern once again. “You still didn´t give me your name!”

The little ghoulette pauses turns to him, she looks confused at him “You asking me this now? Huh well, let´s make this difficult for you… try to find it out~” then she turns around and walks away.

He narrowed his eyes. Ugh, she´s really testing me. He thought. “But this will be interesting” Sodo smirked “Let´s see just how hard this little ghoul will make my life.”

 Some weeks later Sodo was still watching her from afar every day to get to know her and to see what she´s doing… As for the little ghoulette, she was sitting outside in the garden with another male ghoul talking and laughing. She found a friend at that time, as for Sodo who was watching the scene from a nearby window, narrowed eyes with a little jealousy. Seems she got a new friend huh? His tail swings back and forth without him knowing. The other ghoul stood up and kissed the little ghoulette on the cheek and waves goodbye to her.

“Oh, my goodness.” Sodo whispered to himself. His eyes widened a bit. Why must everything happen so quickly here? He thought. Sodo was lost in thoughts didn´t realize that now the little ghoulette is standing behind him not anymore outside in the garden. “What are you doing here and why are you watching me?” She asked.

Sodo jumped. “Oh damn, little ghoul!” He exclaimed, putting his dagger to her neck in a second for defense, but saw who that was so he put the dagger away again. “Don´t scare me like that” He muttered “I told you to not scare me like that” and then he looks away from her eyes.

“I´m just… observing things. It´s for your own good, ya know?” he glanced at her again “So, ´but the question and more importantly is what were YOU doing?” he smirked.

“I was having a good time with a new friend and I saw you watching me. But why?” she narrowed her eyes at him and crossed her arms. He huffed and answered “I´m observing so that I know what you´re up to”. “I´m your…. Superior, I need to know what my underlings are doing” he said. Raising his eyebrows. “But, let me guess…” He chuckled. “You don´t want to listen to me, right?”

The little ghoulette shakes her head and answered to Sodo “What I am up to? I do nothing then just reading, playing guitar and talking to other people. Unlike YOU stalking me.” Pointed her finger to him.

“Hey! I was NOT stalking you” Sodo replied, with an annoyed look. “You´re lucky I don´t take your words seriously. But you must know, stalking isn´t the only way to follow someone. In fact, sometimes, people can spy on others without even being seen. But hey, for someone who´s as dumb and cocky as you, this must sound unbelievable. But let me tell you, I´ve heard about things much more unbelievable than that”. He smirked.

“But yeah, I guess you´re smart enough to stay out of danger” The little ghoulette tilts her head and her tail twitched a little angry. “If I am dumb and cocky then I wouldn´t know that you were SPYING on me in the last one hour ago” replied to him and smirked.  “But anyway, do you want to maybe go eat some ice cream with me?” the little ghoulette asked him happily.

“Me? Eating ice cream with you?” Sodo chuckled, as if someone told the most ridiculous joke ever. “And why would I do that?” He smirked at her. Then he sighed “Well, maybe I´m being a little to hard on you. I guess a little ice cream won´t hurt” He smirked “But let me remind you, I was doing you a small favor” He muttered.

The little ghoulette chuckled and walked forward “I think I am doing you a small favor, because you are all alone without someone to talk to. And SPYING on me, I mean if you want to spent some time with me then just say so! Sooo let´s go eat some ice cream and YOU are paying!” Sodo chuckled and follows her to an ice cream Café.

They ordered some ice cream then sat down on a table. The little ghoulette glanced outside of the window. Sodo was watching her and then started to talk again. “You know there is a lot you can learn from me... What do you think? Wanna become my student? I´ll teach you everything I know.” He asked this time softly. The little ghoulette turned her head to Sodo and listened to him…

“Tell me a good reason why you should teach me?” raises an eyebrow at him and puts on a bitch face.

“Well,” he smirked and started “I am the most experienced Ghoul you´ll meet. I have seen a lot of ghouls come and go. I have spent countless nights studying the band´s history. I have learned from the finest teachers” He narrowed his eyes “And now I want to pass on my knowledge”. He sounded very serious “Are you ready to learn?”

The little ghoulette glances at him and sighs well what bad can happen? “I can try...” she answered him and gives him this look of defeated. “Don´t give me that look, this will be fun!” He said, smiling. “If you ever have any doubt or scared ask me anything… I´ll do my best to prepare you and make you the magnificent ghoulette I know!”

The little ghoulette chuckled and said “First of all I´m not scared. Second, when do we start?” with a cheeky smile.

Sodo smirked “We start now. Alright then” Sodo hands her a little book. “This little book contains rules, instructions and even a bit of history of the band. It´s basically all you need to know about us” he exclaimed “And you know, you´re not allowed to lose it. If you lose it, you´ll be punished” he warned then he leans close to her and whispered “Do not lose it”.

She sighed, opens the book and reads the first rule. She smirks and thinks of something funny to tease him. “First rule! Give Mr. Sodo a blowjob!” she started to laugh.

“Wh- What the hell- “Sodo narrowed his eyes, “You´re going to get killed one day, you know that, right?” He took a deep breath. “Never say anything like that again you hear that?” He said holding himself to punish her for it. The little ghoul didn´t stopped laughing and giggles, “Chill out dude, I was just joking haha I bet you wish it would say that in the book huh?” she snickered.

Sodo narrowed his eyes the nerve of that girl, but then he chuckled “You´re lucky you´re a girl” he muttered to himself. “But still don´t make this same joke ever again” he said, looking at her sternly. “Got it?”

She smirked and tilts her head “And what happened If I don´t choose to stop it? Then what?” comes close to his face to mock him. His eye twitched, slightly annoyed at her question. “You don´t want to find out, trust me” He hissed. “Stop making these jokes or I´ll make you stop” he narrowed his eyes again “Do I make myself clear?”

The little ghoulette raised her arms as for defeat and chuckles “Okeey! Whatever you say boss~”

“Good” he smiled, but there was no joy in it. “Now get lost. And don´t think I´ll be soft every time” A subtle threat to his tone. “Oh, before I go How should I call you?” asked the little ghoul and starts to tease him again asking for death wish. “Mr. Ghoul? Sodo? Boss? Oh how about Papi? Nah or Sour patch? I think SOUR PATCH suits you”

“Sour patch? What?” Sodo asked confused “Not even close. And I´m not your dad!” he shook his head disappointed “Do you still want me to be your teacher? You can´t say stuff like that to your teacher! You still need to have some respect” he huffs.

The little ghoulette waves off “Sure sour patch, whatever you say. See you later!” leaves the Café.

“And STOP calling me Sour patch, you idiot!”

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The concept of suggestion was a precarious thing, like the spun glass wings of dragonflies. Each border of dark truth was lined with the clear, rainbow tinted expanse uncertainty, lies, and deceit, that allowed the flight of doubt and naive belief—quiet in its destruction, ever so careful and delicate with its perception. To suggest one thing was to mean another, and to mean one thing was to suggest something completely different; parallel concepts, side by side, following truths that were opposite in direction of corrupt moral compasses that held right and wrong on each end.

Valiant, though the dragonfly would be, in trying to reassert its place, its certainty in existence, there is little for it to do once trapped within the massive, elegantly wrought lines of silvered crystal and silken dewdrops belonging to the spider. And so the dragonfly is prey to the spider, but the spider is also prey to the swallow, and the swallow is prey to the cat, and the cat is prey to the hawk—or perhaps it is a similar idea, in reverse, where the cat eats the hawk, and the swallow devours the cat, and the spider sunders the swallow, and the dragonfly breaks the web and gluts on the spider.

Prey wins.

Predator sinks.

It is this conundrum that reminds Dan Heng of you, when his thoughts are less agreeable and his mind content to dizzy itself with nothing but flashes of your face in the parlor car, the scent of your skin after returning from a training session with Welt, the way your fingers wrap around the width of the porcelain tea cups that Himeko fills with coffee instead of tea, gently following the decorative lines painted onto the sides. Mind, it’s not these particular facets of memory that brings to mind the issue of dragonfly to spider, or spider to dragonfly; rather, it’s a precursor to the rather dark path his thoughts like to venture when he is alone, cracking open old tomes from various worlds to archive the information into the Astral Express’s date archives.

He is not oblivious to the strange workings of the Vidyadhara power seeping through his veins. While it is pinned up, locked tight somewhere behind his heart, nestled close to his spine, it isn’t a completely contained—no power ever truly is. It niggles at the back of his head like a sentient thing, whispering, coaxing, shifting within him, dragonic in nature. Possessive, tranquil, chaos all at once. He can sit, and think, and ruminate, endlessly, for hours on end, persuaded to do so by the power’s intoxicating lull; or, maybe, it is because he has no desire to stop it at all.

It wouldn’t take much, he supposes, as he slides his fingers across the gilded edges of a book. A touch of his fingers against your elbow to move you out of the way; an accidental, but firm grip on your waist during training to slide his spear under your chin; an inquiring shift of the eyes, sliding over panels of exposed skin; a friendly hug where his hands slip low, to the small of your back, each touch pushing more and more of his power into you, altering your senses just slightly in favor of him.

He resists, for a time. You’re too sweet, too kind, too caring, too smart, to take advantage of like that. The power within him isn’t convincing enough to make him want to ruin the light in your eyes just yet, to wonder at the way your tears would look if they were running down your face while his fingers were buried deep inside your cunt. And, really, he found it more entertaining to leave it a mystery for a while, while his mind wandered, conjured up fantasies difficult to distinguish from reality.

You were easily fooled, in hindsight. Almost so easily it made him ponder if you really were as intelligent as you seemed.

Dan Heng found it a small task to keep his thoughts in his head and his lies straight. Little white lies, rather, but they were lies whether they were small or large in severity. No, he didn’t want tea with you; no, he didn’t feel up to training today; no, he didn’t want to push you to your knees and see what sensations your pretty little mouth would conjure up for him while he slid the length of his cock into the back of your throat; no, he really, really didn’t want to hear you cry out his name in garbled moans and cries while he shoved his fingers in your mouth.

His mind, he found, grew increasingly creative the longer he let that power sit and brew within him.

The day he finally snapped—a metaphorical snap, as this mental snap was completely silent and deliberate—was a normal day, one of the few where he’d let himself accept your invitation to spar. The Astral Express was quiet, chugging away through the stars to the next world, the majority of its occupants sleeping. You, though, you were up, and had been for the last several hours, unable to sleep. Dan Heng had glimpsed the frustration on your face when you had knocked on his door, the exertion in your breath when you requested him to spar with you, and he couldn’t very well turn you down.

Sleep was not easy for you to have, you had revealed during one of the dozens of rounds of spars you’d wheedled him into, which had taken little convincing to begin with. Your mind was too busy, your body too energized, and more times than he could count, he’d wondered what that energy could do if he used it for his own gain, his own desires.

“There!” You slid the wooden pole home in his gut, just below his navel. Sweat slid down your temple, your throat, vanishing into the oversized white shirt you wore to train in. He followed its path, unbidden, watching as it soaked into the hem of your bra underneath, his power giving him that much ability. “I win. That makes us even.”

“Not even,” Dan Heng replied, using his finger to steer the wooden pole away from him and to the side. You let it lower and scrape the foam mat on the floor, your lips forming into a confused pout. “You’re one down. I caught you on the last round in the femoral artery; that’s one point.”

Your pout turned into a faint scowl. “I forgot about that. Damn. Go again?”

Dan Heng felt something twist and turn in his mind, a palpable feeling that he had no comparison for. He waited for a few moments, watched your eyes widen expectantly, and sighed, moving to take the wooden pole from you. As he did, his fingers brushed yours, the spider weaving its web for the naive dragonfly, and a careful thread of power drew from him to you, miniscule but potent.

He saw the way the pulse in your throat picked up. Your tongue darting out to wet your lips. The slight, but heavier inhales you took to regulate your shallow breathing. The subtle flexing of your thigh muscles, visible under the spandex leggings you wore.

“Best out of three,” he replied, his voice neutral. When you made a small whimpering noise as he knocked the wooden pole against your side to get you moving, something hot worked its way down his spine, his cock stiffening. “Come on, I don’t have all night, unlike some night owl I know.”

You glared at him fiercely, shook the haze from your mind, but it was there—the suggestion, the barest hint of manipulation of your emotions and hormones.

Tonight, the predator won.

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