#fic: mostly ghostly
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stars-obsession-pit · 5 months ago
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Following an accident, Danny wakes up in Gotham City in a DC universe. Lacking any forms of ID or possessions beyond the clothes on his back, he’s forced to commit some crimes to survive. Minor crimes, but still.
And then he gets caught.
During the court proceedings, they come to the mistaken conclusion that he’s a Meta suffering from some psychiatric issues such as Cotard’s Syndrome (a real rare condition where a person holds the delusional belief that they’re dead/don’t exist/etc).
Thus, between his “need for mental treatment” and the concerns about housing someone with his unique physical traits, he is sentenced to spend time in Arkham Asylum. He’s under pretty low security aside from the anti-Meta stuff and has more freedoms than some other inmates, but it’s still not a great experience. Even at the best of times, Arkham is hardly a nice place.
Some of his fellow residents are decently chill all things considered, but lots very much aren’t.
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booklover223 · 7 months ago
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Okay but Danny would TOTALLY have a praise kink because of his obsession specifically I’m talking about “good boy” “hero” “protector” etc it could be sexual or not
Non sexually he could get super happy if like an old granny calls him a good boy and pats his head when he saves her from a ghost attack (or rogue attack if dcxdp) and no one’s every called him that like omg he blushes bright red/green and his core sings because he’s helping and actually being appreciated I just want my boy happy😭 (this whole post also applies to Jason Todd)
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itsjaywalkers · 7 months ago
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I hate your jegulus
okay!! happy for you or sorry that happened, idk, i don't really care
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splendidsupernova · 8 months ago
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"Stiles heaves a long-suffering sigh and wraps his arms around Dom, pressing his lips to his temple. The good thing about their three-inch difference in height is that it’s perfect for forehead kisses."
—METANOIA
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Son Of The Hood Series
hey fic finders
looking for one of those "Jason is suddenly trusted with a small child and becomes a father" fics. Jason has a panic attack and calls bruce, who is busy being held hostage by the joker. The Joker allows the call to go through and the moment Bruce hears his son crying for help, he beats the joker half to death with a chair and destroys a car in an attempt to get to jason faster.
i'm like 90% sure this is dc x dp, but i could be wrong
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im-so-normal-i-swear · 2 months ago
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Ok so I had an idea about Ody’s eventual death
Hermes’s smile was tinged with sadness, something unusual for the god. “Hello, old friend.”
“Hello, Hermes.” Odysseus pulled his gaze from his body, wrapped in the funeral shroud lovingly made by Penelope, to the bag in his hands. His fingers clutched it tighter, and he looked up at the messenger god. “Do you think they’ll hate me?”
“They will be angry, but they could never hate their captain.” Hermes took Odysseus’s hand. “It’s time to go.”
Hermes’s hand tightened, so much that Odysseus’s spectral hand would have felt crushed under his godly strength. His feet left the ground, going faster and faster and faster, trailing behind Hermes like the trail of a shooting star. Maybe that’s what he looked like when he delivered souls, Odysseus didn’t know.
His feet touched down on the bank of the river Styx, where over six hundred familiar faces currently waited. Odysseus’s feet hit the ground soundlessly a moment later. This would take some getting used to.
“Goodbye, Odysseus of Ithaca. I’ll… I’ll miss fighting by your side.”
That may have been one of the most genuine things Hermes had ever said. Odysseus smiled and fiddled with his bag. “Hermes? Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me, friend, you died,” he said. “Good luck.”
He vanished with a blur of orange light.
Odysseus took a deep breath. It was time.
He walked—slowly, so slowly—towards his old crew. One by one, they turned to face him. Their eyes fell on his bag, and his old, wizened face, proof of a long life. Odysseus wanted to hide it, but he knew he must remain confident in his decisions from all those years ago.
“Comrades.” His eyes fell on two faces he longed to see- one tall, clean-shaven man with dark skin, and one man with a red cloth headband and a mess of curly hair. “Friends. I come after years of keeping you waiting, and for that I beg your forgiveness.” His eyes fell upon Eurylochus. “But I hope that this can sate your desires to leave this place.”
His hands tugged at the string keeping his bag together, and it came undone, almost as if it were waiting for this moment. Six hundred men saw it open, and a murmur went through them. It contained gold—so much gold that they could all get across the river.
Whispers turned to murmurs, but nobody moved forwards to come get a coin. A huge gap remained between Odysseus and the six hundred men he outlived. His shoulders drooped.
One man stepped forwards. Eurylochus of Same, his second in command. He picked out a coin from the bag, then held it up in the air. “Let’s hear it for Odysseus, our captain.”
The murmurs started up again, until the sound of clapping came from the middle of the crowd. Polites.
Ghostly tears flowed down Odysseus’s face as more and more men joined in. They all started to move towards him, cheering for him. Cheering for the life he got to have. Cheering for the chance to finally be together as a crew again.
Thanks for reading! I’d just like to say that my Hermes transportation scene was mostly based on @witless-winion1 ‘s Ctimene fic.
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onlyhereforthestories · 5 months ago
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What's Spooky Season Without Jump Scares (Alexia Putellas x Reader)
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Happy Halloween guys! I hope you enjoy this little fic, I'm sad spooky season is over for another year. Next up for me is Chica 👀 stay tuned.
Alexia was used to the calm, steady version of you. The one that only spoke when necessary, who focused intensely on training and barely cracked a smile, except for when you were alone together or with your families. You were always a little softer then. So, when the calendar flipped to October, she wasn’t expecting the sudden shift. It wasn’t like it was your first Halloween season together, no you had been together for 3 years now, but this was the first one in your now shared apartment. Something that had you buzzing with excitement for what the month might bring.
The apartment was still mostly quiet, but a new energy had settled in, you were planning something.
Alexia was chopping vegetables for dinner, humming a tune under her breath, completely unaware of the fact that you had been sneaking around the apartment, plotting your first Halloween scare. You moved silently, pulling a black hoodie over your head, the hood obscuring your face. You’d painted your face hastily with white and black makeup, mimicking the look of a ghostly skeleton, but the effect was more comedic than terrifying.
As Alexia diced the carrots, you crept up behind her. You didn’t say a word at first, just let the eerie silence do the work for you. Then, in your deepest, most unnatural voice, you whispered, “Alexiaaaa...”
Her shoulders stiffened, and for a split second, you saw her pause. Then she turned, knife still in hand, her eyes wide and alert.
You stood there, hands raised in a mock zombie pose, and shouted, “BOO!”
She flinched, but the startled look in her eyes quickly melted into annoyance. “¡Joder! What the hell are you doing?” she exclaimed, her face flushed with surprise, though there was the tiniest hint of a smile playing at her lips.
You dropped the act, giggling like a child, completely unlike your usual self. “Come on, admit it. I got you!”
She stared at you, shaking her head with mock disapproval and rolling her eyes as she spoke. “You're ridiculous. And I could have hurt you, I have a knife in my hand idiota.”
You stepped closer, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek. “Ridiculously good at jump scaring, you mean.”
Alexia gave a long drown out sigh, but you could see the amusement in her eyes. “I don’t know how I’m going to survive the rest of October with you.”
“Oh, I’ve got plenty more planned,” you teased, winking at her. “Just you wait.”
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It was a crisp autumn morning, and the Barcelona girls were gathered on the training pitch, doing their usual warm-ups. You and Alexia had arrived together, but everyone was focused on their stretches and drills. What they didn’t know was that you had a new prank up your sleeve, and Alexia, although playing innocent, was completely aware.
You had spent the night before gathering the perfect prank materials: fake spiders, a small wireless speaker, and a creepy mask that you knew would send a few hearts racing.
As the team gathered for tactical drills, you casually slipped the speaker into one of the benches near where Patri and Mapi were chatting, adjusting their socks and discussing their latest match. You gave Alexia a sly nod as she jogged by, and she gave you a quick wink, pretending not to know what was coming.
You crouched behind one of the equipment carts, pressing play on your phone. From the speaker came a low, eerie growl followed by a ghostly moan.
Mapi immediately looked up, frowning. “Did you hear that?”
Patri turned her head, puzzled. “What the…?”
Suddenly, you popped out from behind the cart, wearing the creepy mask, a grotesque, zombie-like face. You lunged toward them with a guttural scream, arms flailing wildly.
Patri yelped, practically jumping out of her boots, while Mapi’s eyes widened in shock. “¡Dios mío!” Mapi shouted, stumbling backward and tripping over her own feet.
The rest of the team erupted into laughter, even Alexia couldn’t hold back, bending over as she chuckled at her teammates’ reactions.
Patri’s face flushed with a mixture of fear and embarrassment. “¡No tienes vergüenza! I’m going to kill you!”
You laughed, pulling the mask off and shaking your head. “It’s Halloween! Lighten up!”
Mapi, still catching her breath, pointed at you accusingly. “You’re going to pay for that one.”
Just as the girls were recovering, you reached into your pocket and threw a handful of fake spiders at them, causing a fresh wave of screams. Even Pina, who was nearby, shrieked as one of the rubber spiders landed on her shoulder.
Alexia jogged over, still laughing. “I think you’re going to get banned from training at this rate.”
You grinned at her. “Oh, come on. You have to admit, it’s kind of fun.”
Alexia shook her head, but her smile gave her away. “Alright, alright. But if you scare me again...”
You raised an eyebrow. “If?”
Alexia shot you a playful glare. “*When* you scare me again, I’m getting revenge.”
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As October marched on, your love for Halloween grew more intense. Decorations appeared in every corner of your shared apartment. There were fake cobwebs draped over the shelves, plastic skeletons hanging from the bathroom door, and pumpkins placed strategically on the window ledges. Alexia, though amused by your enthusiasm, was also slightly wary. Every room had become a potential jump-scare zone.
One night, after a long day of training and some light teasing from the girls, Alexia entered the apartment, her guard up. She flipped on the lights and scanned the hallway, expecting you to pop out from behind the door at any moment. You had been home for about an hour due to her having a captains meeting after training. But there was nothing. Just an eerie silence and the usual orange glow from the Halloween lights. Maybe you were finally giving her a break after the almost daily small jump scares she had been having this month.
She walked toward the bedroom, her body slowly relaxing as she reached for the door handle. Suddenly, the door creaked open just a crack, on its own.
Alexia froze. “You’re not getting me this time.”
The hallway light flickered for a split second, and that’s when she saw it, a dark figure standing just inside the door, its eyes glowing red.
“¡Por el amor de Dios!” she shouted, stumbling back as you emerged from the shadows, your glowing-eyed ghoul costume in full effect.
You burst into laughter, the fake eyes you’d attached to your mask bouncing slightly as you doubled over. “I can’t believe I actually got you again!”
Alexia glared at you, though a smile was fighting to break through. “I thought you were done with the scares.”
You shrugged, removing the mask and setting it down on the table. “Halloween’s not over yet.”
She sighed dramatically. “One more. One more scare, and I’m hiding your costumes.”
You smirked, leaning in closer. “You love it.��
Alexia’s eyes softened, and she pulled you into a hug, your body warm against hers. “Maybe just a little.”
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Halloween finally arrived, and the apartment looked like something straight out of a haunted house. You had decorated every inch of the place, from flickering candles to eerie sound effects playing on a loop. Alexia, though initially resistant, had gradually started to enjoy the spooky atmosphere. She even helped carve the pumpkin that sat proudly on the kitchen counter, though she complained the entire time about how messy it was.
That night, the two of you settled in on the couch, surrounded by snacks and the soft glow of your spooky décor. The jump scares had eased up, well mostly. You promised to go easy on her tonight, she had suffered through pretty much a whole month of your antics.  
As you cuddled under a blanket, Alexia leaned back against you, her fingers tracing absent patterns on your arm.
“You know,” she said softly, “I wasn’t sure I was going to survive your Halloween obsession this month.”
You chuckled, squeezing her a little tighter. “I know I went a little overboard.”
“A little?” she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Okay, maybe a lot.” You leaned down to press a kiss to her temple. “But you survived. And look at you now, I have you enjoying Halloween like a pro.”
Alexia smiled, her eyes glancing around the decorated room. “I guess I did. Maybe next year, we can make it even bigger.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Bigger?”
Alexia’s smile turned wicked. “Oh, yeah. But next year, *I’m* planning the scares.”
You laughed, but there was a flicker of nervousness in your voice. “I think I’ve created a monster.”
She just grinned, settling back into your arms as the Halloween movie played in the background. Whatever the future held, you knew that this spooky tradition was now something the two of you would share, year after year. The girls better watch out next spooky season that was for sure.
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clockwayswrites · 1 year ago
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Rumors of a Prince - p1
“You could always ask Jason to pay her a visit,” Dick said from where he was lounging, mostly upside down, on the couch in Bruce’s study.
Bruce frowned at him. “I am not going to have Jason kill Vickie Vale.”
“Hey, you’re the one who said kill!” Dick held his hands up or, rather, given his position, down. “I just meant puts some fear into her. Maybe kidnap her for a few days so that she can’t write any more libel.”
Bruce found himself smiling, slightly and against his better judgment. It faded away when he looked back at his laptop. “At least in this case, it wouldn’t do much good. The stories is already out there and unfortunately, Vale’s take on it has captured the public’s attention.”
“Tim knows… and Babs.”
“Undoubtedly.”
“And if those two know, Steph knows. If Steph knows, she’s ranted to Cass.”
“Yes.” This family was impossible to keep things secret in.
“Welp,” Dick said and swung himself to be sitting up normally— or as normally as Dick ever sat. “Then I guess we better tell the others. How do you want to divide this?”
Bruce was grateful that Dick was willing to be his partner in this. “You would be best to take Jason. I’ll speak with Damian. Either of us can catch Duke when he returns from his patrol.”
Dick nodded. “And Thomas?”
“I think perhaps it would be best to have as much of the family in the manor as possible,” Bruce said after a moment. “If he destabilizes, I want him to know that we are around and that he is still safe.”
“Alright.” Dick slapped his knees once and stood. “I’ll drag Jason back then. You know he’ll come if it’s for Tom.”
“Make sure he reads the article before he comes over.”
Dick grimaced. “Yeah. Yeah, that would be best. I’m going to bring some food too. Good luck convincing Dami that he can’t go and stab Vickie Vale.”
Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose. “Right. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Dick chirped as he left for his task.
Bruce dropped his hand.
‘Gotham’s Pale Prince’ stared back at him from the screen.
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AN: I'm actually surprised this one won the poll! But here we are. I don't expect this will be long.
For those who haven't read 'Shadow of a Bat' well, 1- do, I think it's my best fic. 2- Danny = Thomas and he's more ghostly than not.
Stay delightful darlings!
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reticent-writer · 1 year ago
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Hii is it alright if you do headcanons on what Alastor would be like as a father with the reader as his teen daughter?^^
◡̈⋆ʜᴇʟʟᴏ(●’◡’●)ノ
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✿✼:*゚:.。..。.:*・゚゚・**・゚゚・*:.。..。.:*゚:*:✼✿ 
bro idk why but I imagine Alastor having a moody child (most fics I've written with him are projecting this)
like you hardly ever smile
he tolerates your attitude because he cares for you like his own child but if he ever asks you to do something you better do it
I feel like Alastor would own your soul but just for power
he wouldn't hold it over your head like he does husk
He doesn't mind you hugging him
If you aren't his actual child then you'd had to have known him for a long time to get this close
mostly likely while he was still alive
He makes mental notes of your likes and dislikes
any time your feeling down he will notice and try to make you feel better by either talking or giving small gifts
✿✼:*゚:.。..。.:*・゚゚・**・゚゚・*:.。..。.:*゚:*:✼✿ 
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art by @ghostly-one
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minlahzz · 5 months ago
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amethio, silver x hex maniac reader.
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amethio and silver! oreo and jalapeño duo (this is separated.) sorry for the big wait, school is biting my toes. uhh silvers is very short, because I feel like ive mentioned most of the things silver would do in other fics. I don't wanna seem repetitive or uncreative!
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— AMETHIO
amethio would initially be unsure what to make of you. your eerie aura and cryptic way of speaking would intrigue him, but he’d be cautious. he’s logical, so he’d view what you do as something he needs to understand rather than dismiss, because every person is different why judge them. he’d probably think, "are they like this all the time?" when you casually mention something spooky like the “ghosts watching over” him.
amethio’s edgy demeanor and your crazy words would balance each other out. he’d act as the grounded counterpart to your whimsical nature, often giving you a deadpan look when you go off on a supernatural tangent.
“amethio, the spirit (random gengar) says this battle will be tough.”
“the spirit is stating the obvious.”
your comments often catch him off guard, not because he gets scared of it. it's just becuse you just say it so randomly it's kind of concerning, leading to some amusing exchanges.
“The ghosts approve of you, amethio.”
“good to know. now, tell them to get out out of my way.”
your unpredictability often throws him off balance. whether it’s your cryptic compliments (“the spirits find you quite handsome today”) or your sudden affection, he finds himself flustered more often than he’d like to admit.
your spooky vibe complements his calm and calculated style perfectly. he’d use your unnerving presence to throw off opponents while he plans a precise attack. he might even ask you for “spiritual advice” during critical missions, though you’re never quite sure if he’s joking or went insane.
he isn't really phased from ghosts, neither is his pokemon. ceruledge is one of the few pokémon that isn’t fazed by your team. it often stands protectively between amethio and your more mischievous Pokémon like (for example) misdreavus, who enjoys pranking people by floating off with their belongings. ceruledge gets really paranoid and assumes all your ghosts are evil at first.
amethio never disregards your interests, and tries his best help you enjoy them, even if he's not a fan of it himself.
— SILVER
silver is honestly pretty game with whatever crazy stuff you do, he didn't stop loving you after you did questionable things in order to see ghosts (he'd be apart of it anyway.)
first time meeting you silver already felt discomfort/concern. (not negative) he’d wonder if you had some hidden agenda, but over time, he’d notice how kind and sincere you are, even with your random outbursts, which would ease his initial distrust.
silver reluctantly tags along when you explore spooky ruins or abandoned buildings to “connect with spirits.” he’d grumble about how impractical it is, but goes anyway. (his honchkrow becomes your flashlight during these adventures.)
your spooky jokes and ghostly references catch him off guard, but he grows to enjoy your sense of humor. he won’t laugh out loud, but the corner of his mouth quirks up when you say something particularly clever. silver might even use them too, but to an extent. gold never understand the jokes...
when travelling on a mission sent by professor oak by the dex holders (gold, and crys mostly) he makes sure to find and pick up eerie trinkets and paranormal items to give to you on his return. he'd just silently sneak them in his pocket without the other two knowing, sometimes what he does though leads to a bigger problem.
"hey silver what are you doing! this place is completely abandoned don't touch that!" crys silently yelled (if you get it) in the corner.
silver unresponsive, shrugs and picks it up... suddenly a locked door opens "WHAT DID YOU DO?" gold yelled from the other room, echoing through the entire building.
"silver you pay for my life insurance."
"it's just another room, there might be something important we could give to professor oak there. you guys are just overreacting."
"GHOST!"
silver knows alot of paranormal information because of you, and it definitely saved the 3 idiots lifes maybe twice. lesson learned: don't go to abandoned haunted building, (unless you're a hex maniac the ghosts are pretty cool with you.)
it's not just him that gives the other trinkets, it's also vice-versa! you gift silver supposedly "haunted" charms, he's skeptical but carries it around anyway. when he wins a tough match, you proudly point at the many trinkets you gave him.
"the spirits were with you, horray!" you say celebrating.
"or maybe it was my training, but you know that works too."
silver has a beef with your pokemon, doesn't matter which he hates them and they hate him. (don't worry though) your pokemon like taunting him and whenever he complains, you brush it off as them bonding together.
“tell your pokémon to stop stealing my items,” he says, holding up a poké ball with a stone faced expression.
“it’s just trying to bond with you!” you reply.
“...bond less.”
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sakura-chan-25 · 2 months ago
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Bottle Feeding
Pairing: Cg!Sylus & regressed!MC
Request by @ghostly-fox-pawz: ok so I keep having this lil thought [may or may not have stemmed from the bottle feeding post of sylis you made] of it being like a storm or something and his little one panicking so, he scoops them up and bottle feeds them to sleep. Or it's the first time of them being regressed for him and their worried about being to heavy, and he just scoops them up like :] bottle
Word Count: ~530
Warning(s): MC basically regressed to an infant I guess (like me ha), thunderstorm and MC being uncomfortable with/scared of loud noises, pet names (darling, little one)
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Sylus immediately snapped his head up to look at MC on his couch, quietly observing as they curled into themselves after a low rumble of thunder was heard outside. He couldn’t help but sigh silently under his breath, instantly seeing why they behaved the way they did.
“Come here, darling. It’s alright.”, he tried to soothe them with a soft voice but all he got was a whine in return as they curled into themselves even more. They almost looked like a cozy cat. Almost. If it weren’t for their occasional shivers whenever the sky cried out. Seeing MC absolutely refusing to move Sylus sighed and walked over to the couch, crouching down on the floor in front of them.
“How about a warm glass of milk, hm? Would that help?”, he asked gently, trying to look into their eyes but they were hidden by the sleeves of MC’s hoodie; his hoodie technically, but they said they like how soft it is, so he doesn’t mind them wearing it. If it calms them, he’ll throw them into a pile of his clothes, as long as they’re happy.
Since MC didn’t answer him and focused more on the sounds outside, he decided enough was enough and scooped them into his arms as if they were nothing more than a sack of potatoes. Obviously, they screeched in terror, not having expected his sudden touch. And since they were only regressing younger and younger as time passed, the tears were harder to hold back. But even if they had attempted to hold them back, Sylus’ red eyes escapes nothing, so it was no wonder when he immediately adjusted his grip on their body and quietly hushed them as he rocked them back and forth while he made his way over to the kitchen, quickly preparing a bottle of warm milk with a bit of honey in it as his entire focus was still mostly on the scared little one in his arm right now.
“Shh, shh, it’s okay, just drink, little one.”, Sylus’ put the teat swiftly into MC’s mouth, not even giving them the time to get all fussy and silently smirked in victory once they started drinking quietly in his arms as they relaxed. He also didn’t mind them slowly falling asleep in his arms. It was better for them anyway. That way they didn’t have to listen to the ongoing storm outside.
Once he was absolutely sure they would stay asleep for now, he slowly removed the bottle and put it on the sink, walking up the stairs with MC in his arms and put them to bed. He went back downstairs once he tucked them in, but not for long, only to wash the bottle and turn off any electronic devices/lights/etc. that wouldn’t be needed anymore. After all he couldn’t leave them all alone, what if they woke up? Scared once again because maybe the storm hasn’t passed by then. No, no, he couldn’t do that to them, so Sylus went upstairs again and got comfortable next to them, quietly occupying himself with something. Although he couldn’t help but watch his tiny one sleep so peacefully next to him once or twice.
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A/n: First lads agere fic whooo! Hope you enjoyed and have a good day/night! :D
Dividers by @/thecutestgrotto
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aldisobey · 24 days ago
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WIP WHENEVER
Got tagged! So hello @heylittleriotact that new chapter was so damn good love to you and that soon. @holdingontojupiter my god after hours and priest fic I’m melting and @xxnashiraxx okay you tagged me and I am entranced by your prose but this is spoiler territory for the game and I know you just started playing lol so skip if need.
taggin to smooch your forehead I figure you’ve been tagged for this game already: @emmg @ollypopwrites @caffeinatedmunchkin @razildor @thepalehorsevictoria @by-ilmater @lavenderprose
This is an old WIP. This story is still in progress. Sharing some of what I’ve got before I disappear to keep chewing on that Foolproof chapter. This would be while SPOILER Rook is trapped in Fade and Emmlich has gone to the Necropolis for assistance and the like. But this bit is mostly how Emmrich met Rook.
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Charmed
Was that all he said? A single word? Emmrich recalled the warmth, Rook’s smile, the polite curiosity, the flash of terror at the piercing scream. The lich turned a look down the Necropolis hall. The exact same. The first steps joined.
Perhaps he could find a trace, a sign, he adjusted sight, the Fade pressed close here, and the memories haunted his steps. Whispered images, strong impressions. His own mind played out the real as he recalled. Like ghosts they moved with him.
Would you two mind accompanying me further into the Shrouded Halls?
Toward that screaming?
Fear from the start. And yet never a complaint. Emmrich folded his hands behind him. Kept walking, followed the conjured images recalled by environment and gentle weave of magic pushed by a thought. Hopped down a ledge, passed through archways, finally looked long at the space where the despair spirit had appeared.
Fascinating, isn’t it? The confusion, the continued polite smirks, Take your word for it. Ah. Yes. Not many would consider a ‘demon’ fascinating would they? The ghostly Rook threw back a smile.
Emmrich flinched. And an image of his mortal self strode through him to meet that grin. Something caught. Recall of a flutter, a buzz, scratched across bone. A heart might have jumped, skin sport sweat, the lich tensed his hand. Watched that flashing smirk charge towards the memory of cold despair.
Plenty of swearing, plenty of dodging and still more getting hit by blasts of frost. The lich watched the old mortal self, the eyes gone wide, the jaw a bit slack, echoed a gasp. A small tired tilt to the skull, the first impression had been correct. There was no rhythm, no flow, no thought…
Careful, Rook! It’s singled you out! A swear was cut off as the rogue disappeared, but near moments later Rook appeared alone. Triumphant and bleeding from the skull. He’d been excited, laughing at Davrin that he was up in the count. His fellow warden complained, that last one wasn’t fair. Emmrich silenced them both by rushing over. The lich watched the mortal ghost stride towards Rook. Back him up towards a short waist high wall to sit with a tut.
“What?” A shaky grin at first, a few hesitant steps back, but Rook separated from Davrin befuddled, but willing, “Professor Vol…?”
“Just, Emmrich, please. Sit?” Rook did sit, but he threw a look over the necromancer’s shoulder to Davrin, and as one the Warden’s shrugged in confusion. Then he turned to look up at the mage leaning over him, shrank back at the closeness. Cleared his throat and looked straight ahead, eyes searching for Davrin. “Emmrich, I’m fine we should keep moving.”
“The Shrouded Halls need clearing but lives are not in danger.” The towering man ignored the haste of the patient below, had already completed the visual assessment required, “We’re not moving on when we have a moment to spare for a head injury, Rook. Especially one I didn’t witness.” The first crook of brow, the first use of that tone, “You’re downplaying the severity as well,” he nearly pressed a hand to forehead, peered instead, could see the skin flap down, bone below. And sighed. The memory of Rook gulped, dropped weight on the wall and looked anywhere but into the hazel.
“Fine. Quick yeah…” his…his face had gone flush. He hadn’t noticed in the past’s truth, so focused on checking the edge of the cut, the integrity of the skull.
“Please hold still a moment.”
The rogue still looked askance, calmed the flush, voice lighter, “So uh, thanks for the warning back there too.”
“Mhmm.” Emmrich was taking the Warden’s distraction to do a full once over just in case. Thankfully nothing pressing presented itself, but he did clean the cut on the forehead. Treated the edge with care where that frost might set. Then held his hand hovering over the wound, barest brush of a fingertip moving hair out of the way. Low muttered incantation, a hiss of almost seafoam green coated the necromancer’s hand, and then he moved it forward to skin. And where that color touched flesh knit whole again, until bone was hidden and bleeding ceased. The spell ended with Emmrich’s palm resting where the injury had been, and when he pulled away no sign of it remained. Though the previous scar that crossed over the spot kept place
Rook’s eyes were wide, still stared far beyond the mage. Emmrich didn’t seem to note or mind, only busied himself with checking once more that his work was complete. Spoke as a doctor might to a recurring patient.
“Now I understand the need for urgency, but not at the expense of your well-being.” That caused a blink from the rogue, and when lids opened eyes focused finally on Emmrich, “At the very least consider that you’re giving your enemies an extra weakness to exploit.”
Rook grinned wide, chuckled low once, and let grin fade to smirk as he leaned in for the breath of a moment to Emmrich’s ear, “That’s the point.”
Emmrich’s eyes went wide this time, moved back with a hushed, “What?”
“If I give them a good target they’ll usually go for it. Predictable enemy is an easy one right?” Laughing now Rook patted the necromancer’s shoulder. “Nah but thanks this one stung.”
Rook hopped off the wall. And what the lich could perceive, as audience to scene, that the mortal memory remained blind to, was the scarlet red now coating the rogue. Davrin had a front seat. No wonder he’d laughed so when Rook squeaked out a, “Your turn!! Go on if I have to get a once over so do you!”
A waggled brow from the elf, “You sure…” And Rook slugged him in the shoulder before anything further could be said. That broke Emmrich from the daze with a grumble.
“Rook!” The rogue’s ears went red, his back remained turned to the necromancer, “As this group’s new ‘de facto physician’ I would kindly ask that you refrain from injuring any of my patients.”
The rogue winced, head dropping shoulders rising. Davrin laughed again and sat down in front of the Professor for a quick ‘check-up’. Rook was running off, muttering about hearing something and scouting ahead while he waited on them, ducked round a corner some yards off.
Another sigh from the mortal he’d been. “He best not wander far, newcomers have had altercations with our skeletal attendants before.” Emmrich muttered more to himself than to the new patient at hand.
Davrin, countenance serene, kept perfectly at ease. Shrugged, “Oh he’ll make fast friends if he finds any.” And he spoke friendly, overly so, voice carrying far down the hall, “Rook loves old bones, can’t keep him off em.” A hint of a chuckle deep in his chest.
“Shut up!!” The retort was immediate. Rook had barely moved, kept just out of sight and his hand shot out from around the corner to throw a bird Davrin’s way. Howls of shared laughter echoed in the Necropolis.
That faded memory of a mortal remained silent. Looked after the space where Rook had disappeared. Already finished in glancing over the pristine warrior in front of him. How long had it been? Laughter like that here?
The pleasant thought disappeared as Davrin went running after Rook, the two still laughing despite the noise it might draw from forces around. Emmrich sighed, followed, pinched the bridge of his nose as he turned the corner to see a jostle from the warrior nearly send the rogue tumbling into a pool, far off words sounding a bit like ‘need to cool off?’ but there was Venatori to take care of by the time he caught up for chastisement or clarification.
The lich wrung his hands, turned from following the conjured scene. Rook wouldn’t be found in the Necropolis would he? No press of the Fade here would draw him.
“Young Volkarin.”
Emmrich froze.
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Vidas Pasadas (Past Lives)
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PART THREE: THE HERO ALWAYS GETS THE GIRL
Also on AO3
Part One // Part Two // Mini-Series Masterlist
Pairing: Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x Latina!Reader (Spanish speaking)
WC: 5.9k words
Chapter Summary: It was always meant to end up this way, wasn't it? Some things never changed.
Warnings: Minors DNI this fic is 18+, canon typical violence, reader kidnapped by raiders, the ghoul being the ghoul, cursing, some injuries (very mild whump), mentions of death/loss, heavyyyy angst (happy ending tho!), only a little Spanish dialogue, love confession, smut, unprotected p in v, oral (fem receiving), irradiated creampie (with RadAway after lol), aaaaand that's all I can think of but please lmk if I missed anything!
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In the Past….
You had been restless all day, unable to explain why. Something just didn’t feel right, and not knowing what it was made you feel even worse.
Your house had felt large and empty as you paced around it, smoking. All those long hours, you were acutely aware of the clock’s ticking — Time relentlessly marching on, waiting for no one.
 Once you’d actually gone to bed, you’d tossed and turned long into the night. The moon shone faintly through a gap between the curtains, barely illuminating your bedroom. You could not face the yawning void of solitude you found at that hour, so you got up. 
Things had gotten much trickier in a short amount of time. There had been many more bomb drills, more fear and paranoia, and substantially fewer job opportunities.
Cooper was no longer acting. He simply wouldn’t get cast anymore, so he had to look in other directions. The loss was tremendous, for yourself and the industry. Moviemaking didn’t quite feel the same anymore, its luster having faded.
You saw him much less, but you still tried to keep in touch. You’d even helped him care for Janey a few times when he had to take an odd gig that would run late. Slowly, he was becoming a shell of the man he formerly was, and you felt helpless to stop it.
But that night, you couldn’t hold yourself back, leaving your house in just a coat and your night dress, like a ghostly apparition. The drive there was nebulous, like you were moving on autopilot. You drifted up the steps and pressed the buzzer to his apartment a few times.
When he came down to see who was at the door, he looked a little worse for wear, like he’d been having a hard time sleeping, too. He ushered you inside, not wanting you to be out in the cold.
“What happened?” Cooper said, worriedly searching you for any sign of injury. “It’s the middle of the night, why didn’t you telephone?”
“I’m so sorry, Coop,” you said, as if waking up from a trance. “Did I wake you up?”
He shook his head, leading you to the old, rickety elevator and pressing the button to his floor. 
“No, I was up. Lucky you didn’t wake Janey, though. She’s with me this weekend.”
You covered your face with your hands, ashamed. “Oh God, I’m a mess, aren’t I?”
He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, worrying even more at your clear distress. He guided you to his unit, which was smaller than you’d imagined. It’d been a while since Cooper and Barb’s sudden divorce, but he barely seemed to be settling in. The walls were mostly bare, and the sparse furniture seemed to have been included with the unit. There were only a few pictures, mostly of him and Janey, but a few of just his daughter. 
He had never really told you what happened, but the change had seemingly occurred overnight. He simply said he was done, that he couldn’t even look at her anymore. You were still pretty baffled about the whole thing, but it wasn’t your business to pry about. You simply supported him however you could.
Barb had not gone easy on him, having the best lawyers Vault-Tec could afford. He had Janey some weekends, but he didn’t get to see her nearly enough. It was a bad situation altogether, and you were sad for everyone involved.
“Cozy,” was all you could whisper after a moment of silence, to which he snorted derisively.
You went to sit on the couch, arms around yourself. The two of you kept your voices soft so as not to wake Janey, and you felt a pang in your chest knowing she was near. She was such a bright ray of sunshine, and you were glad that she and Cooper had each other despite everything.
And especially on a night like that one, when the world seemed to be holding its breath in anticipation of something.
“Drink?” He offered, already pouring himself a glass of scotch in the small kitchen.
You nodded, sniffling, trying to keep the tears that threatened to crawl up your throat at bay. He shuffled back over to you, a frown still on his face.
“Why don’t you tell me what’s going on?” He encouraged, handing you the glass and sitting next to you on the couch. 
How could you possibly explain the feeling of grief you had, when you hadn’t really lost anyone? 
Not yet, at least.
“I don’t know, I just… I had to see you,” you said, taking a sip of your drink. “I didn’t even think about it, I just got in the car and drove.”
“Well, ain’t that sweet,” he chuckled, the sound a little awkward. “But it couldn’t wait until morning?”
“No, Coop, I can’t even explain it. If I tried, I’m sure you’d think I’m crazy.”
“Try me,” he said. “You know you can trust me.”
You set your glass down and scanned his features for a moment, committing them to memory. Then, without a word, you leaned in and brought your lips to his chastely.
 You had kissed dozens of times in the past, but for the first time, it was as yourselves. Love was the only thing you could give him then. Years worth of it had accumulated inside of you, with nowhere to go… until that moment. 
But your heart was breaking at the same time. Instinctively, you realized this would be your only opportunity to do so. Tears swam in your vision, but you turned your face away before he could see the one that escaped.
Cooper blinked, too stunned to react. You sniffled, pulling back, hands wringing anxiously. He shook his head, snapping out of it.
“Why are you crying?” He asked, hands cupping your face. “I ain’t that bad of a kisser, am I?”
You let out a sad little chuckle, which sounded more like a sob.
I love you, you wanted to say. I love you, I love you, te amo con todo mi corazón*. Please find a way to live, whatever happens.
(*I love you with all my heart)
“Please, take care of yourself,” you pleaded softly instead. “Give little Janey a kiss from me.”
And with that, you got up from the couch and left him like a thief in the night. He’d called for you, but you’d been faster, running down the stairs and heading back to your car. You simply couldn’t handle it anymore. The waiting, the fretting, feeling so fucking helpless…  Wouldn’t it be better just to get it all over with?
The rest of the night blurred into a gouache rendition of melancholy and self pity. In the morning, as soon as you were able, you phoned Bud Askins — the Vault-Tec executive who had organized your admission into Vault thirty one — to ask for an expedited entry.
And just as he picked up the phone, you looked out the window and saw the enormous, fiery mushroom cloud rising as if from the depths of hell itself.
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The Present….
“There she is,” one of the raiders pointed at the old TV screen, where one of your movies was playing. “No wonder she looked so goddamn familiar. Got ourselves a movie star, boys.”
“Gotta be a clone or somethin’, no way she’s lived this long,” another one said.
“What does it matter? Whoever buys her won’t be able to tell the difference. Fresh meat’s hard to come by, and this is the luxury kind,” the first one gruffed, looking back at you over his shoulder. “Isn’t that right, baby?”
You could only glare at him from your spot against the wall. You were gagged, your ankles and wrists bound by old rope. Two days had passed, in which the raiders hadn’t done much other than tie you up and haul you around. You’d gotten a few scraps of food, but not nearly enough to even be considered a snack. Thirst and hunger clung to your very bones, but you were lucky that your survival instincts had kept you going so far. 
You might not have been a fighter before, but now you were determined to keep yourself alive at all costs. It hadn’t taken long for you to realize that things were truly ruthless in the wasteland, and it all basically narrowed down to kill or be killed. 
You weren’t sure yet if you’d be able to go through with something like that, but you had no other choice but to try if it came down to it.
You were still holding out hope that the ghoul would come find you, but you were well aware that you couldn’t just rely on that possibility. You were running low on time, unsure of how long exactly the potential transaction would take to complete. Or if they would grow tired of searching for buyers and try to possess you themselves. 
You would not let it get to that, though. You were just trying to devise the least recklessly foolish escape plan possible.
The raiders had holed up in an old supermarket, which seemed to be their usual base. Most of the empty, broken shelves had been pushed against the walls to make space for whatever furniture they had managed to find. A few shelves surrounded the space like a makeshift barrier, shielding the rest of the building from view.
Rations, old clothes and other miscellaneous objects were scattered about carelessly, but you didn’t notice many weapons, which was potentially a good sign. More valuable loot was stashed in empty freezers, and you were frankly surprised they hadn’t tried to shove you in one, too.
The raiders went back to watching the movie, your own voice sounding strange and faraway to your ears. And then… you heard Cooper’s voice, that southern drawl bringing your attention to the screen. It was the scene of his Feo, Fuerte y Formal speech, when his enemy was at his feet.
Though the screen was riddled with static, you could still see the determined look on his face. Hearing his voice again gave you strength, but it also gave you pause. Why did it feel like it hadn’t been that long since you’d last heard it?
You thought back to the day you’d been abducted, still unsure if you had hallucinated the ghoul screaming your name. Even his voice had sounded different there, but not unfamiliar – more like a dream that had slowly devolved into a nightmare.
 There was a nagging feeling at the back of your head that wouldn’t let you rest until you had some answers, but it would all have to wait for a later time. 
For the next hour or so, you slowly moved your wrists back and forth in an attempt to loosen the ropes. You went still whenever any of them looked at you – like a deer in headlights, sweat trickling down your spine – but luckily, none of them seemed aware of your actions.
At some point, you had to fully stop as most of them prepared to go out scavenging, leaving only one man behind to guard you.
“Shouldn’t give you much trouble, but you know what to do if she does,” the leader had said, looking right at you with a shit-eating grin. 
But the raider left in charge hadn’t seemed too worried about you being a threat, falling asleep on one of the couches soon after they had left. When your wrists were rubbed raw and bloody by the rope, you soldiered through the pain until adrenaline kicked in, and you managed to loosen the knots enough to free one of your hands.
You swallowed down the nausea that crawled up your throat at the sight of your mangled skin. Keeping one eye on the sleeping raider, you began to attempt untying your ankles, but then you heard a crash at the front of the building. The raider woke up with a start and you had a millisecond to hide your hands behind your back once more. 
“What the fuck was that?” he muttered, looking around frenziedly.
You shrugged helplessly, your heart nearly leaping out of your chest. He narrowed his eyes in suspicion as he stood, grabbing a weapon. You whimpered, momentarily fearing he might use it to prod you further, but he stayed put.
“You better not try any stupid shit, alright?” He said, pointing it at you in warning. 
You nodded quickly and he crept around a shelf, disappearing from view. It was eerily silent after that, except for your blood thundering in your ears. You waited for him to return, unmoving, for what seemed like an eternity. 
There were a few more sounds somewhere out front, but you couldn’t quite discern what they were. Still, you didn’t really want to wait around and find out. Who knew if you’d get another opportunity like this?
But just as you decided to push your luck and reached for your ankles, you heard footsteps. And with those footsteps, there was the familiar, faint clinking of spurs that you had come to know.
The ghoul suddenly rounded the corner, holding the raider’s bloodied machete, which matched the blood spattering his clothes. Talk about a guardian angel, you thought, somehow finding humor to keep yourself from absolute hysteria – even as your eyes welled with overwhelmed tears. A muffled sound escaped your throat, but there was still tape covering your mouth, so all you could do was widen your eyes.
“There y’are,” he said with what seemed to be a relieved grin, but it was short-lived. “Oughta kill you myself for makin’ me go through all that trouble to find you…”
He crouched in front of you to free you from your binds, tossing the weapon aside. You gasped as he ripped the tape from your face, momentarily glaring at him for his lack of gentleness. But your own relief outweighed any frustration you felt, and without thinking you threw yourself at him, your arms wrapping around his neck. 
He froze, feeling the jackrabbit pace of your heart against his chest. The breathed-out thank you in his ear almost gave him goosebumps, but he kept himself composed. You yourself couldn’t believe that you were so elated to see him, having been terrified of him only a week prior.
But now it didn’t seem to matter, because even if he groused about having to do the work, he had still come to find you. 
“Alright, alright, that’s enough of that,” he said, shoving you back. “Get up, we gotta get outta here before the rest of ‘em come back.”
He hauled you onto your feet, steadying you when you almost stumbled into him. You glanced at the TV, where the movie had been paused on a close-up shot of Cooper.
You hesitated, suddenly transfixed by an emotion that was getting close to realization. The ghoul followed your line of sight and grimaced, averting his gaze. 
“You feel it too, don’t you?” You said, the words spilling before you’d even thought them through. “How ironically familiar it all is, in a fucked up way.”
He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. When you looked over at him, something ill-concealed in his expression confirmed things without him having to say anything.
His eyes hadn’t changed… how did you not see it before?
You took a step closer and that seemed to snap him out of it.
“No idea what you’re goin on’ about,” he gruffed, turning away. “Now get movin’ or I’ll tie you to my belt and herd you like cattle. Andale!”
You pursed your lips at his stubbornness but trailed after him. You watched his back, hunting for more details to further reassure yourself you weren’t crazy — His posture, the way he walked, his strong shoulders squared proudly, as if in preparation for whatever came.
There was still so much to say, but first, you had to get as far away from this serpent’s nest as possible. 
On the way, he found an old tire iron, tested its heft, and then handed it to you. At least, it seemed less daunting than a knife or a machete, and arguably less bloody. The world might be a cruel place, but he would try to help minimize the blow as much as he could. In his own way, of course.
 He pushed out of the secret entrance at the side of the building, and you almost slammed into his back as he abruptly stopped. 
“Well, fancy seeing you here boys,” he said before you could even ask what was wrong, and a stone seemed to drop into your stomach. “Jus’ came to collect what’s rightfully mine. We’ll be on our way now.”
“Like hell you are,” came the barked reply.
You peered around him and saw only a handful of the raiders, the leader nowhere in sight. Somehow, that made you relax a little, the odds slightly more favorable. Not that you didn’t believe the ghoul could handle the whole group, but you just didn’t want to take your chances.
“Oh, yeah? And who’s gonna stop me? You?” The ghoul drew his revolver before anyone else could react, firing a shot directly at the raider’s head. “Whoops, I guess it ain’t gonna be him, after all.”
A stunned moment passed before the raiders were all launching themselves at him. You pressed back against the wall, watching how the ghoul moved with a swift, deadly grace. Two were down before they even knew what was happening. 
You moved from your spot to try to find some cover in case any stray bullets flew by you. Crouching by some rusted oil barrels, you kept your eyes on the action, listening to the ghoul laughing at a failed attack.
Then you noticed movement elsewhere. While he was facing off another three of them, a raider that had broken off from the rest was slowly inching closer behind the ghoul’s back.
Yelling out a warning would probably hinder more than help him, so you took a deep, fortifying breath and crept behind the raider. You tried to keep control of your breathing as you got closer, taking deliberate steps. You adjusted your grip on your weapon a few times, your palms sweating like never before.
But just as you closed the distance between you and raised the tire iron over your head, one of the other raiders yelled Watch out!
Still, you swung, striking him right across the temple with a sickening crack. He crumpled, knocked out cold, and everything moved quickly after that.
 In all the distraction, the ghoul dove forward and sank his knife into the nearest raider’s stomach. Then he turned them both around, using him as a shield before he shot the other two raiders.
Once they were all on the ground, he looked at you over his shoulder and grinned. 
“Well, well, look at you watchin’ my back for me,” he said, seemingly impressed. “Doesn’t make us quite even, but getting closer.”
You let out a breathy laugh, but your mouth suddenly filled with saliva, and you had to keep yourself from throwing up. All of the day’s events were starting to catch up to you, and adrenaline could only keep you on your feet for so long.
“Can we just uh… please?” You said, gesturing into the distance vaguely. “If I don’t eat something soon, I think I’m gonna pass out.”
He sighed, jerking his head to one side in a motion for you to follow. “Better hope there’s still rations in your pack, then, ‘cus I ain’t a free meal ticket.”
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You slept for what felt like days, waking up disoriented to find the afternoon sun high in the sky. You rolled onto your back, wiping away the drool that had trickled out of the corner of your mouth. You were sure you looked just as terrible as you felt, but it was the least of your worries at that moment.
The abandoned parking structure you’d camped out at was cool and shaded, the wind blowing through it. It’d been dark by the time the two of you had found it, and you could only remember wolfing down some food before promptly passing out. 
Your wrists had been bandaged at some point, a small courtesy from the ghoul. Proof once again that he cared, despite his tough, biting exterior. The warmth you felt in your chest reminded you of what was still pending between you, and how it could wait no longer. 
You sat up and looked around, gathering your bearings. He wasn’t too far away, standing at the other end of the lot with his back to you. He was looking off into the distance, lost in thought. 
You watched him for a moment, wondering what was going through his mind. Wondering if maybe, just maybe, your thoughts were running parallel. 
Only one way to find out.
You got up, wincing at the deep ache in your muscles. You started to shamble over to him, but you only reached halfway before you were no longer brave enough to get any closer. 
“Cooper,” you called, voice tremulous. “… It is you, isn’t it?”
The ghoul turned around slowly, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest. He was quiet for a moment, for once seemingly afraid to meet your gaze.
“Still stubborn as a mule, aren’t’cha?” he said, trying to mask the nostalgia in his voice with wry humor. 
You let out an amused huff. “Always drove the producers crazy.”
“Well, it wasn’t just them.”
Finally, he looked up at you, his gaze much softer than they’d been the past few days. At that moment – despite the ravages of time, radiation, and even misery – you could still see the Cooper you had always known. And while you were elated by the revelation, your heart also hurt to think he had undergone so much by himself, losing who he was in the process. 
“Why didn’t you tell me?” You asked, knowing it was likely a selfish question. “From the beginning?”
“I never… thought you would see me like this,” he said, swallowing hard. “After that night, when the bombs were dropped, I didn’t know what happened to you. I just assumed you were…”
“Dead,” you finished for him. “I thought the same about you.”
Silence hung heavily for a moment, and you weren’t sure if you should move or not. 
“What about your family?” You asked, bracing for the worst.
“Lost,” he said simply, a muscle ticking in his jaw. “I got Janey to one of the vault’s on time, but there was no space left for me.”
His pain was palpable, making your heart shatter anew. But how to take it away from him? It was impossible to just erase all that had happened, but you could at least help him shoulder the burden.
“Cooper…” you breathed, finally closing the remaining distance between you.
He shifted uncomfortably, angling his head away. You reached up to gently cup his face, making him look at you.
“A face not even a mother could love, ain’t it?” He murmured, braced for whatever reaction you’d have to him now. 
He expected disgust and rejection, but that was far from what you felt then – A yearning so deep you feared it would fully consume you. The world had fucking ended already, so why not confess how you felt? Nothing worse could happen if you did. 
“My feelings for you have remained intact for more than two hundred years, Cooper. You really think this is going to change my mind?”
He blinked in surprise, his eyes searching your face for any sign that you were lying. You merely smiled, open and earnest, letting him digest your words.
“That night, when you kissed me… My mind was all over the place. I didn’t know what to think, what to say, but you ran away before I could even try.” He chuckled weakly at the memory. “Somehow, I felt it was a long time comin’, but a part of me never thought it was possible.”
“I’m sorry it was all I could give you then,” you whispered, and he placed a hand over one of yours. “If only we had known…”
“Say the words for me, will you?” He rasped, face inching closer to yours. “I won’t believe it until you say it.”
You didn’t hesitate. “I love you, Cooper Howard. I loved you before, and I love you now, just as you are.” 
“You sure about that?” He said, but his resolve was crumbling.  “Not much room for love in places like this, especially with folks like me.”
“We’ll just have to make room for it then.”
He raised his hairless eyebrows, both pleased and amused at your conviction.“Just like that, hmm?” 
One of his arms snaked around your waist slowly, pressing you closer to him. Your eyes dropped to his mouth, desirous. The fire he saw in them ignited him as well — A long lost feeling that was returning to the surface with a vengeance.
“Bésame,” you sighed, mere seconds before his lips were melding against yours. 
You kissed with an almost frantic desperation, tightly clinging onto each other. It was the kind of kiss you had always dreamt of — devouring and insatiable, eager to fuse together.
His hands were curious but hesitant, roaming up to your ribcage and down to your hips, but no further. You grabbed one of his hands and placed it on your chest, not only as permission, but also so he could feel how your heart pounded for him. 
His own longing overflowed, clouding his senses. A part of him had still been unwilling to believe you could actually love — much less tolerate — what he had become. But when you moaned softly into his mouth, he knew he was a lost cause.
Unfortunately for him, he wasn’t very good with words that weren’t scripted. But fortunately for you, there were other ways he could demonstrate his devotion.
You arched into his touch as he palmed one of your breasts, a low sound in his throat. He moved to kiss your neck, lavishing your collarbone with his tongue. He wanted to kiss you all over, but he would need to get you bare first. 
You let him tug your blouse over your head, his gloves subsequently coming off. His hands were calloused as they returned to touch your skin. The tips of his fingers teased the waistband of your pants, and he smirked as you frowned up at him. 
“What? I wanna enjoy every moment of this,” he drawled, eyes dipping lower to watch your chest heave. “So many times I tried to imagine how I would do this. Sometimes I would unwrap you like a present… Others, well, let’s jus’ say I was like a coyote getting ahold of a chicken.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at the morbid description, strangely not put off by it. “How romantic. I’m still trying to decide how I’ll take yours off.”
He shifted, something like panic flashing in his eyes for the briefest second. “Hold your horses, sweetheart. I ain’t done with you yet.”
You understood his hesitance immediately, deciding not to push it for the time being. You had years of patience under your belt, and his trust was something you did not mind earning again. He removed only his duster, draping it on the floor. 
He undid your belt and knelt in front of you as you wiggled your hips to help him take your pants off. There was a puff of warm breath against your navel a second before he planted a kiss on it. You shuddered as his teeth snagged the hem of your panties, pulling them down.
There was a noticeable wet spot on the fabric, which made him groan. His cock was straining against his pants already, but he wanted to focus on you first. 
“Come here, you,” he rasped, grasping your hips and bringing you down with him. 
As soon as you were on your back, his mouth was on you again. He’d wanted to feast his eyes first, to take you in in your full glory, but he found he couldn’t keep himself detached from you for too long. 
He kept his promise, slowly working his way around. You surrendered to his adoration with ease, every caress and every kiss awakening every part of you. At some point, you reached a level of sensitivity that had you whimpering at the slightest touch. The light sting of his teeth on your nipples sent electricity straight to your core. 
He lost himself in your smell and your warmth and your softness – a supplicant finally worshiping at his sacred temple. When his mouth finally sealed over your clit, your back arched off the floor, taut as a bow. 
“Cooper,” you gasped, delirious with lust. “Please, I-I need… Let me touch you, something, please!”
He shushed you gently, arms wrapping around your legs. “Just lie back and let me take care of you, darlin’.”
You wished you could say you lasted some time under his ministrations, but you came with embarrassing ease. That first orgasm hit you like an avalanche, sweeping throughout your whole body. You clapped a hand over your mouth as you cried out, not wanting to be too loud and potentially attract unwanted attention. 
He let out a faint chuckle, lapping up your release with gusto and nearly making you come a second time. He found he especially liked teasing your clit with quick little flicks of his tongue, your moans higher pitched. You tried squirming away from him, nearing overstimulation.
“You’re killing me, Coop!” You couldn’t help but giggle hysterically, pushing at his head. “Por favor!”
He pulled back, grinning roguishly as he licked his glistening lips. “What can I say? Seems I can’t get enough of you.”
“Then take me already,” you pleaded. “I can’t wait any longer.”
He needed no further convincing. He unhooked his arms from your legs and his body slid upwards until your faces were level. He was quick to undo his pants and push them down, bending down to kiss you as he took his cock in one hand, stroking it. 
You brought your knees up to his sides as you tasted yourself on his tongue. Slowly, he pushed inside of you, leaning his forehead against yours so he could see your reactions. Brows furrowed, mouth slack, cheeks flushed – you were the prettiest picture, in his eyes. 
“That’s it,” he exhaled as he buried himself to the hilt. “Takin’ me so good, like you were made just for me.”
“You’ve a-already made it clear th-that I’m yours,”  you said with a teasing little smile that you could barely hold as he started to move. 
He remembered his words to the raiders, letting out a breathy chuckle. “I did say somethin’ like that, didn’t I? Guess it must be true, then.”
His strokes were long and slow at first, letting you feel every inch as he stretched you. His eyes were fixed on your face, drinking in your features and reassuring himself that it was not a dream. He knew he wouldn’t last too long either, for all he teased you about it.
He started going faster, the snap of his hips harsher, as you begged for it. Pleasure was overtaking him, wiping his mind clear of everything that wasn’t the present moment. Your name left his lips like a prayer, his eyes heavy lidded and glazed over with ecstasy. 
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he moaned. “I-I love you. Fuck, I love you.”
You clung to him, afraid that if your heart went any faster, it might stop altogether. Soon enough, he felt you tightly squeezing around him, and he knew you were close once again. He was right there with you, driven by your pleasure, and then you pulled him in for a kiss. 
He felt you tremble under him as you came, the intensity not letting you make more than a small, choked sound. With a long, rough groan and a deep thrust, he spilled inside of you. Lost in a feverish oblivion, having forgotten when the last time he’d experienced it was… if at all. No drop was wasted, in the end.
During the comedown, you lay there panting, his added weight on top of you comforting. You looked at each other and laughed, elated at the whole thing. It felt like no time had passed at all, somehow. 
“Tryin’ to steal my soul already,” he said, a fondness in his voice that made your stomach flutter. “Hold on, I need to get some RadAway in ya.”
Breathing heavily, he slowly pulled out of you and got to his knees. He tucked himself away and reached for his pack. He pulled out a yellow IV bag, which you recognized from Bud’s few lessons about the wasteland. You hadn’t even thought about it until then, but you were immensely grateful he had been prepared. 
He hooked you onto it delicately and slumped back down beside you, lying sideways. You grinned, snuggling closer to him. His fingers traced lazy circles on your belly as he looked down at you, adoring. 
The real world slowly crept into the edges of your mind, anxiety at being separated from him suddenly spiking. Now that you had him, there was no way you would just let him go. 
“I don’t know what I should do now,” you confessed, voice low. “I know I want you, and I want to be with you, but what about New Vegas? Do you think they’d send someone to look for me?”
He thought about it for a moment. “Maybe. It’s very possible, you never know. You’re more valuable than you realize, and I ain’t just sayin’ that ‘cus I’m biased.”
You snorted, shoving him playfully, but he continued. “But… I think I should still take you there. My sort of lifestyle in the wasteland ain’t for you, darlin’. I almost lost you once already, very stupidly.”
“That was my fault, though,” you said, pained at the guilt in his voice for not being able to protect you.
“Everybody makes mistakes. You could make a hundred more, but one of ‘em might just cost you everythin’. I ain’t takin’ those chances.”
“Well, you’re certainly more forgiving now…” you muttered, rolling your eyes. “But then what? You’re not just gonna drop me off at twenty one for safe keeping, are you? I would kill you.”
He laughed. “Oh, I don’t doubt it. But it won’t come to that, we ain’t stayin’ in the vault.”
“Oh? We aren’t?” 
“There’s a few settlements out there that are safe and, uh, friendly to my kind.” He cleared his throat, not wanting to bring much attention to his current state of being. You took his hand, squeezing his fingers, and he returned the gesture.
One day, you would make sure he would never doubt his worth ever again. You admired his strength and perseverance, soldiering through an unforgiving environment, continuing to live. He was certainly different from the hero that he always played in the movies, but he was a hero nonetheless. In your eyes, at least.
“Well, well… That’s all it took to bring you to your knees, huh?” You teased, raising an eyebrow. “You really thinking of settling down?”
“Oh, I ain’t retirin’, sweetheart,” he said with a huff. “But if you’re askin’ if I’m thinking of going steady with you, well…”
The two of you shared a knowing look, smiling at that echo from the past. At that moment, you felt that things might just be okay after all. You had been through worse things, jumped through bigger hurdles, and yet you had still arrived there. Who was to say you couldn’t handle more?
“Kiss me then, and let’s seal the deal.”
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writing-through-the-snow · 16 days ago
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Fic idea where it's like a 5 +1 where it's "everytime Ash died and became a little less human, and one time he was too human."
So like, everytime Ash dies he comes back a little wrong? Like it starts a little simple, he was crushed by a chandelier and suddenly his eyes glow blue in the dark. The OG trio shrugs it off, maybe Ash could always do that and they didn't notice.
Then when Ash is turned to stone for the first time he's suddenly a lot less effected by Pikachu's thundershocks, Pikachu has to hit him a lot harder to shock him the same amount. Again the trio (who can't remember Ash died) shrugs it off, maybe Ash just started growing immune to Pikachu's thundeshocks from over exposure.
In Mystery of Mew Ash can float for a few seconds at a time. Almost unnoticeably, he just falters for a few seconds when he falls, it means he takes a bit less damage when he falls from high heights. Brock is starting to notice, but he doesn't want to bring it up, even as he tries. Ash brushes him off. And it's mostly forgotten about.
Then when ash drowns and suddenly Ash almost seems transparent sometimes, especially at nights on the full moons. He starts sleeping less, and not feeling tired. He just says that that's more time to train. This time Brock actually confronts Ash, but Ash refuses to acknowledge it. He can't be turning more ghostly and non human as the days go by. That's crazy talk Brock.
When Ash gets sent into space in that castle and dies suddenly he's a lot colder then should be normal for most humans. Just slightly enough that people only really think he's slightly cold, like touching someone's cold hands but that's ash all of the time. Iris hates it, avoiding even accidental contact with Ash because she hates the cold. Cilan cant for the life of him figure out why Ash is like that, he was normally a pretty warm person before the castle, why had that changed? Ash doesn't answer their questions, even though he knows why. He knows Brock is right, and that every death he's becoming less and less human. He fears the time when he'll finally reach his limit, and will be more ghost then human.
Than the Kalos crisis happens, and suddenly Ash actually has to confront his balled up emotions. And he's just a little too human, he has all of these emotions that aren't always pretty, and more emotional deep thinking that Ash doesn't do. Before ending with Ash going to Alola, the warmness of the region feeling good on his always cold skin, his feet firmly planted on the ground, his skin solid. Human.
I've got this fic half written for like a year now but I never have time to write it :/
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I want to switch things up and write for something other than Shattered Innocence for a bit, what would you guys like to see?
A brief summary of each AU for the uninitiated:
Possession AU > Alucard is possessed by Dracula during the Castlevania II: Belmont's Revenge timeline, bad things happen (mostly gameverse with Netflixvania elements).
The Belmonts Live AU > Trevor's family survives the church's attempts at eradicating them and leave Wallachia together in exile, this complicates things for Alucard and Sypha when Dracula decides to commit genocide (Netflixvania).
Familiar Lisa AU > Alucard arrives at his mother's pyre just in time to see her die, her soul somehow ends up inside of the floating sword (Netflixvania).
LoTS Isekai > Arikado Genya is yeeted into an alternate universe (Chapter 1 already out, gameverse and Netflixvania).
Memory Erasure AU > An unknown sorcerer wipes Alucard from the memory of everyone that has ever known him (A pretty even mix of gameverse and Netflixvania lore).
Resurrected Leon Belmont AU > Leon Belmont mysteriously awakens in a post-2036 world, shenanigans ensue (Gameverse and Netflixvania).
Ghostly Presence AU > Mathias Cronqvist is bound to Soma Cruz not as an extension of the younger man's soul, but as a ride-along ghost with no choice but to follow him around wherever he goes. The issue? Leon Belmont's ghost has suddenly appeared and won't stop following Alucard (Gameverse and Netflixvania).
Other/Non-Descript Answer/Bald > If you've been to my AO3, you know.
My AO3 btw: https://archiveofourown.org/users/wattpadqualitycontent
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preordereddepression · 2 months ago
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Izuku noticed them before, when they first met, but didn’t give them much thought, his mind preoccupied with other matters. The shadows – ones that were definitely human in shape – were trailing behind All Might, fanning out from his feet.
Where other people would surely just see the hero’s typical shadow, Izuku saw a few, each different. Additionally, they were much darker than a normal shadow. He wouldn’t be surprised if they turned out to be almost opaque.
He knew they didn’t appear on video, meaning they must’ve been ghostly in nature. What exactly they were, however, would have to remain a mystery to Izuku. With nobody to ask, he had practically no way of finding out, unless All Might himself ever explained them to him, if he was even aware of their existence.
The man in question finally spotted him, waving at him with a wide smile, “Young Midoriya, good to see you!”
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One for All was an interesting quirk, one that Izuku was eager to ask All Might more about. What caught his attention the most, however, was All Might’s mention of having predecessors.
“Um, how many people had the quirk, before you?” he asked.
“If I remember correctly, there were seven. You are the ninth.”
Izuku quickly cast his gaze behind All Might, at the shadows behind him. He counted the heads. Seven. Was it possible that due to One for All, the ghosts of the predecessors latched onto All Might? But why would they be mere shadows?
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A little snippet of ch2 of my new fic (which will come out along ch1 sometime soon!)
I thought up of the name for the fic "The dead are your friends, let the living be too"!!
Soooo, the OFA vestiges will have a fairly big role in the fic, especially as the fic moves further and further along the canon timeline. Mostly shenanigans
Eee, I'm excited to write more of them!
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