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zombie-rott · 1 year ago

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Won't You Show Me Your Weakness?: Part II

Pairing: Cumulus / Swiss

Warnings: NSFW / SMUT - Literally as you jump into this chapter it's just smutty.

Synopsis:

"Swiss felt realisation dawn on him. It had to be love, there was no other explanation. His body had chosen a mate, and that’s why this felt so different to him than the usual cat-and-mouse games that he played with lovers."

Swiss is desperately in love with Cumulus but he's not sure she feels the same.

Notes:

This has been in the works for weeks thanks to the help of a fellow Ghost fan and good friend of mine holding my hand along the way. I'm not a cliche/troupe person, so when the idea of this 'little' fic bloomed, I was hesitant. But I've had so much fun creating this little world that has now grown into a to-be collection!

So, yes, it's cliche! It's your run-of-the-mill 'I love her but I don't know if she loves me boohoo' story, with a happy ending and little to no angst! It's so outside my usual long-fic that I am almost 100% sure it'll fail.

But, man, this felt fun to write.

A03 Part 1

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The beginning of any tour always started with the Ghouls organising who got which bunk. Papa, of course, had first pick and often chose to sleep a few empty beds away to give the devils some privacy. But other than that, it was a free-for-all. As Cumulus was new to this particular routine, she hung back in the lounge and allowed her fellow ghouls to get the first pick. She didn’t put much thought into where she was sleeping so long as there were plenty of beds to go around. That was until she realised she was in the bunk below Swiss.

While they weren’t sleeping in the same small, cramped cubicle, it felt intimate. And, going by Swiss’ face, he wasn’t much pleased either. But, not wanting to cause a fuss, neither Cumulus nor Swiss raised the issue. They just silently put away their respective belongings, avoiding touching each other as much as possible, and went about their own business.

That night as they were going to bed it was hard for Swiss not to focus on the shape of her body beneath her night clothes. Even with an oversized band shirt and some long pyjama bottoms, Swiss could still make out the beautiful curve of her waist.

He felt his breath catch in his throat.

How was he going to do this for six weeks without giving himself away? She was simply brushing her fangs in their cramped tour bathroom, and he was already at half-mast. Growling, he decided to slip silently into his bunk lest she spot his growing lust.

Swiss swore he could hear his heart hammering in his chest as he thought about her. He squeezed his eyes shut and willed his erection to disappear, but there he found fantasies of what was beneath the air-ghouls clothing. Then there were the softer thoughts like the sound of her voice as they laughed together, or the smell of her scent after rehearsal.

How must she smell after a real, live show? One where she'd been playing for millions, wrapped up in her glamour and stage-suit.

Lucifer below. How delicious would that be?

He bit at his bottom lip as his hands palmed over the crotch of his boxers. How many times had he stroked himself to thoughts of her knelt between his legs, or bent over his bed? Now here he was, stuck in a cramped tin box with a hard-on above the one he was hard for?

As embarrassing as that thought was, he felt himself grow harder at the thought. Surely he could just wait until he was sure everyone fell asleep and then touch himself for her? No one would know.

Except he didn’t think he could hold out that long. He was struggling not to rip down his boxers, force a pillow into his mouth and fuck himself.

Then he heard her shift below him. She let out a small, almost stifled sigh.

His cock jumped as he palmed it harder. Was she touching herself too?

The very thought made him pulse, and then, cursing, he had his hand wrapped around his cock. Gently he began to stroke himself as he thought about her below him, her fingers toying with her nipples while the others played with her clit.

Another small huff from below and a slight movement.

Swiss’ breath caught in his throat as he bit back a moan. In a moment of clarity, he bit down into his pillow as his hand continued to pump.

Images of her bombarded his mind. He pictured her down on her knees with his dick in her mouth, gazing up through her long lashes as she sucked him dry. And then there was the one of her sitting on top, slowly teasing him by riding him slowly as she played with herself.

Despite himself, he grunted. His eyes shot open as soon as the rough noise left his throat. He waited, his hand still on his throbbing dick. Then, there, the tiniest of whines emitted from below him and he was certain that she was sharing in his pleasure.

He bit down on his pillow as he teased himself, slowly running his enclosed hand up and down his shaft. His eyes squeezed shut as he thought about her sliding her fingers into her slick core, her own mouth full as she struggled not to squeal his name.

It wasn't long before he came with a shutter, his fangs buried deep into his pillow in a bid to stifle his moans. Then came the feelings of shame that he'd become all too familiar with lately.

Swiss wiped himself off on the sheets before kicking them to the foot of his bunk. He'd deal with them tomorrow, but for now, all he wanted to do was hide away in his room back at The Ministry away from prying ears and eyes.

Lucifer, it was going to be a long and no doubt hard tour.

~ ~ ~ ~

Things didn’t get any easier after that first night. In fact, there was more discomfort between the two than ever before. While no one else seemed to notice (other than Papa because he was nothing if not observant) Cumulus felt the tension hanging thick in the air.

She'd heard him and he'd heard her, and both knew it. Yet, they were entirely unwilling to approach it.

Both were relieved when they were setting up for their first show because it meant that, from then on, they would be one hundred per cent occupied and focused on their rituals. It meant going from venue to venue, playing night after night, and spending their days travelling, setting up or sleeping.

They would both be too burned out to even think about each other. Or so was the initial belief.

Between the close proximity on the bus and the excitement of rituals, both were finding it harder than ever to avoid each other. And even more so to stop thinking about each other when they were mere metres apart.

After the third night of rituals, Swiss could feel his head swimming with lust when he caught wind of her scent as she left the stage. She was laughing with Rain and the Ghoulettes, each of them elated with how amazing the show had been. Swiss hung back with Dew and some of the other ghouls as they waited for Papa to exit from the left wing.

Mountain jabbed him between the ribs with his elbow.

“ What do you think of Mama Mia for tonight’s movie?” The earth ghoul asked.

“I don’t think so, guys. I might just skip this one,” Swiss sighed, the thought of seeing Cumulus already awakening the butterflies deep in his belly.

“C’mon, there’ll be snacks and Mounty’s brought some amazing weed from the greenhouses.” Dew knew Swiss couldn’t resist some of Mountain’s homegrown pot.

Copia bounced down the steps from the stage and gestured for the remaining ghouls to follow him. Collectively they made their way back to the bus.

“Honestly? I’m just not feeling it tonight.”

Phantom gently poked Dew from behind. The fire ghoul shot him a glance, his eyes hidden behind his mas, and raised his shoulders in a shrug. It wasn’t like Swiss to turn down a night of getting high, watching movies and indulging in junk food. Even when he was dog-tired, he always enjoyed the closeness with his pack.

But not tonight. Tonight his demeanour was low, his stride was off and they'd all noticed his stage presence was a little more toned down than usual.

So Dew did what any concerned friend would do. He pulled the multi-ghoul aside just as they all began to file into the bus.

“Why don’t we roll one for ourselves and hang out here for a bit?” The smaller ghoul offered as he finally removed his helmet.

Swiss followed suit and unclipped his. Even in his mortal glamour, Dew could sense the apprehension from his best friend.

Finally, the taller ghoul sighed, his shoulders sagging.

“Sure.”

Dew instructed him to climb up to the roof of the bus and he’d meet him there. Swiss gave his helmet to the other ghoul and went to find a spot for them to sit. It had to be well away from the lounge the other ghouls and Papa would be in, lest this conversation was to go the way he suspected it was. Dew was anything but dumb, and he certainly wasn’t blind when it came to Swiss and his mannerisms. They were platonic soul mates and practically knew everything about each other, so of course the fire ghoul sensed his strange mood.

In fact, Swiss was both offended and relieved that it had taken him four full days to ask him about it.

It didn’t take long for the fire ghoul to return, two rolled joints in his hand and a blanket in the other. While the fire ghoul ran hot, Swiss had always struggled to cope with the colder atmosphere of the surface as opposed to his home in the pit. Fortunately, Dew knew this and always ensured he had something to keep him warm if they were smoking together on the roof of The Ministry.

With a soft smile, Dew wrapped his best friend up in the plush, branded blanket and settled himself down beside him.

“So.” Dew passed his friend one of the joints and the lighter.

Swiss balanced it between his lips, cupped his hands and lit the tip. He inhaled sharply, allowing the cool feeling of smoke to whip through his lungs before releasing his breath. He coughed a little before puffing again and passing on the joint.

“So what, Dewy?”

“So what’s eating you?”

Swiss considered this question for a moment, his head beginning to fill with a familiar haze.

“I’m just a little lost at the minute. Not really feeling myself.” He shrugged and stared off into the sky, “It happens.”

“Not to you. At least not often and definitely not while out on tour. This is your happy place, Swissroll, but you don’t seem all that happy.”

“I-I just- I keep thinking about something, someone, and it’s kind of hard not to think of them. I’ve never had this feeling before. I want to be around them all the time, and not just for sexual reasons or that fun stuff. But for, like, holding each other, and kissing them and maybe some mundane, you know, mate stuff.”

Swiss took a long drag of the joint, cursing himself for his honesty. Pot always did loosen his lips.

Dew narrowed his eyes before throwing himself flat against the roof of the bus.

“Mate stuff?” He repeated,“ Like doing the dishes together and raisin’ kits?”

Swiss felt his cheeks flush. Did he want all that? The fluff, and cuddles and baking brownies together?

“I suppose so, yeah. But without the kits. No matter who I end up with, I don’t think kits are a good idea for me. But the rest I can manage. And the weird thing is that there’s literally no one else I can imagine doing dishes with for eternity but them.”

Dew lay silently beside him, puffing clouds of smoke up into the sky between drags. The sky was marred by the lights of the city, masking the stars and nebulas above. Yet, Dew continued to stare for what felt like hours, interested in whatever it was he saw in the misty haze.

Why wasn’t he answering?

“Dewy-?”

“Are they on the bus? Do you love them?” Dew interrupted.

Did he love Cumulus?

“Because if you’re talking about mating, you realise that means you’re in love right? In the romantic, human sense. That’s essentially what a mate is to us. Someone to love, and fuck, and breed kits with, and do shit boring things like wash the God-damned dishes.”

Swiss felt realisation damn on him. It had to be love, there was no other explanation. His body had chosen a mate, and that’s why this felt so different to him than the usual cat-and-mouse games that he played with lovers. But, instead of feeling happy, Swiss felt his stomach twist with anxiety.

What if she didn’t feel the same and he was stuck like this? He’d heard of that happening in the pit and the ghouls it befell were doomed to unrequited love, never to find another. But he’d never known enough about mating to care. If he were entirely honest, he had reserved himself to never finding a mate and just fucking his way through eternity like the demons who raised him. They never cared for love or intimacy. They had only cared about sins and pleasure, and everything in between, so, naturally, that’s all Swiss was exposed to as a young kit among demon-kin.

The sudden awakening of his ghoulish instincts simply hadn’t crossed his mind.

“Shit.” Swiss muttered, “I didn’t even think about it like that, but - fuck, dude- I think you might be right.”

Dew passed the remainder of the joint to Swiss before reaching both his hands behind his head. He huffed out a long, deep sigh.

“Fuck, Swissroll. That must suck, huh?”

Swiss stubbed and flicked the roach off onto the ground below them. He pulled the blanket tighter around him and buried his head into the soothing fabric.

Lucifer below, it hurt like hell.

~ ~ ~ ~

At long last, after what felt like months, they made their first hotel stop. Kindly paid for by my Sister Imperator, they were each treated to their own room, practically unheard of in the history of their tours. But they had been doing so well as of late, bringing more followers to the unfolding arms of Lucifer than ever before. The luxury of a hotel room was the least Imperator could do to show her gratitude, even if it did pain the tyrant to be so generous.

After their ritual in Amsterdam that afternoon they were encouraged to return to their rooms and get ready for a night on the town. Papa had plans to take them out to a bar to help them unwind before a full day and a half of travelling to their next location. After all, it was in his best interest for the ghouls to exert as much energy as possible before being trapped in a tin can for the next thirty or so hours, lest he have to deal with their boredom. They were nothing if not catastrophic without an outlet.

The bar was hidden deep in the city of Amsterdam and one they always frequented when in town. It was dark, but modern on the inside, and filled with the usual haze experienced in some Dutch pubs. They always came here because it was quiet, save for a few tourists and locals who frequented its chairs. While it was hard to remain inconspicuous in a city, they'd never had any run-ins. At least none that were deemed negative.

They got some drinks and chose to mingle as a group first, before stretching out into their various pairings. Dew and Swiss, their relationship somewhat strained after Swiss’ confession, sat silently at the bar. Both were on their second drink when Swiss offered the idea of doing shots, something that despite his ‘party-boy’ demeanour, was outside his usual remit. Dew knew it was six drinks and Swiss was out, but when you added shots to the equation, that was significantly lowered to three. Four if you were lucky.

“Maybe you should slow down?” Dew suggested as Swiss handed him a slice of lime and a tequila. He watched as the other ghoul drank his shot, forgoing the salt and lime entirely, his face scrunching up from the taste.

“Seriously Swiss, you’re not a drinker. You know that.”

“M’fine Dewy. I just need to unwind, okay? Get all this shit out of my head.”

“You think getting wasted is going to get this off your mind?” Dew scoffed, “Do you watch movies, dude? You’re going to get shitfaced and just feel worse about all of this. Thank fuck this 'mate' of yours isn’t here or-”

“They are.”

“What?”

“They are here.” Swiss swallowed down the rest of his vodka-lime, and asked the barkeep for a rum and coke,” And it fucking hurts having to see her every day, Dewy. This is easily the most confusing feeling I’ve ever experienced and I both love and hate it at the same time. I feel like my heart is being pulled apart by the butterflies.”

Dew was gobsmacked. Dumbfounded, even. His mate was here, right under their nose, this whole time? They were travelling together and Dew hadn’t even noticed? He stopped listening to Swiss, his head instead cycling through all the possible thieves of his best friend’s heart. She, he had explicitly said she. And there were only three ghoulettes with them on the tour. If it were Cirrus, Swiss’ instincts would have kicked in long ago, and Sunshine had already found her mate in Mist.

Cumulus.

Dew’s eyes widened.

“You’re in love with Cumulus?!” He exclaimed, not even trying to keep his voice down.

Swiss almost knocked over his drink as he rushed to shush the fire ghoul. He put a heavy hand on the smaller ghoul's shoulder, and squeezed.

“Please don’t say anything Dewy. Just keep this between us, yeah? I-I ca-can’t have her knowing any of this.”

“Does she love you back? Is she your mate?”

Swiss hung his head and turned back to his drink. He had no idea, but he suspected that if she were his requited mate, she’d have come forward by now. Gently, he shook his head, unable to find the words to respond.

Everyone knew what happened to ghouls left in love-limbo, but it wasn’t a fate many talked about. It was thought of as unlucky, often rendering many ghouls to spend the rest of their unnatural lives in heartbreak and a deep, wallowing depression. And no one wanted to live an eternity like that.

“Don’ know.” The multi-ghoul murmured, “But I can’t get her out of my ‘ead, Dewy.”

“Well, you fucking better try.” Dew snapped.

Swiss’ was a little taken aback by his best friend's reaction. He of all ghouls was the one he expected to support him in this, not berate him! They were platonic soulmates after all.

The multi- ghoul's eyebrows knitted together with frustration. He needed to get out of here, at least for a moment.

“‘Cuse me. I needa piss.

Dew sat still as Swiss got up and stumbled towards the restrooms. The fire ghoul, usually one to follow his friend, didn’t much fancy this conversation anymore. He was praying that the other ghoul would move on from the subject, hopefully onto something more light hearted. He’d really been a bummer lately and Dew wasn’t about that. They were both usually the life and soul of the tour bus! Papa had even threatened to leave them behind in Munich once because of a nasty incident with a Nerf gun. But not this time. Swiss hadn’t so much as initiated any shenanigans, and Dew had known better than to ask.

When Swiss returned, Dew’s eyes immediately were drawn to his shirt. Or, rather, the buttons of his shirt, three of which were wide open, revealing the hilt of the blade tattoo on the chest of his mortal skin suit.

“Swiss, what are you planning?” Dew hissed through gritted teeth. He knew this move, he had watched how this usually unfolded, even encouraged it. But the prospect of his best friend falling head over dick into one of their touring companions boiled his blood. Did he seriously want to ruin the pack dynamic altogether?

“Nothin’ Dewy, ‘am just warm.”

“Warm? Mr the-surface-is-much-too-cold? Don’t pull that with me!”

Before Swiss could respond they were joined by Papa Copia. He sat gracelessly on the stool next to Swiss, his cheeks flushed and a tipsy grin on his face.

“Ah, mio amicos!” He announced, “I am getting another round for our colleagues over there, would you like one?”

Dew attempted to smile in return but ultimately decided against another drink, his mind occupied by his drunken friend.

“I’d love - “

“No! He’s fine, Papa. Maybe a water instead, si?” Dew interjected, his arm flying out across the multi- ghoul’s chest.

Copia’s eyes were drawn to the open buttons on the ghoul’s chest, and he gave Dew a knowing look. He had seen this before. Three-button Swiss meant that he was very drunk, very horny and on the prowl. And while Copia usually encouraged such behaviour, the last time this had happened in Amsterdam it had taken four hours to find the ghoul the next morning. It wasn’t an experience the clergyman necessarily had time to recreate.

“Water would be good, si amico.” The satanic pope gently patted the multi-ghoul’s shoulder, a look of concern on his face, “Or perhaps it is time for you to go back to the hotel, si?”

“Alone!” Dew added.

Swiss growled at the both of them and sharply stumbled to his feet.

“Forget it! I’ll go ‘moke wit’ Mounty.”

He pushed through the groups of people out of the bar and into the cobbled streets beyond. His blood was boiling in his veins, and his head swimming with intoxication and lust. All he had wanted from that evening was to buy Cumulus a drink as a way of showing his affection. That was it. Nothing else. While the prospect of them falling into bed together was very welcomed, he knew better than that. He didn’t shit where he ate, especially when they were all confined together for the next few weeks in a glorified tuna can!

Swiss threw himself down onto the sidewalk and went about rolling a joint. Yes! Surely a joint would clear his mind. But his fingers struggled to grind the bud, and his hands were shaking too much to prepare the papers. If he wanted to get high he’d have to find Mountain and that wasn’t an option right now.

Especially not with his eyes so full of tears.

So he kept attempting to sprinkle the poorly ground cannabis into what would soon become a poorly rolled joint. He had no idea how long it had taken him, but it certainly wasn’t seconds or even moments. There were vague memories of strangers asking him if he was alright, followed by the memory of Copia stumbling down the street with another of his colleagues. Rain? Or maybe Phantom? He couldn’t remember, much less care.

Swiss knew he was very intoxicated, he knew this was the most drunk he had been in years and that the hangover would be hell. But all he wanted was to get high, to feel like he was floating above this little bar in Amsterdam and away to somewhere else. Somewhere where she was his one true mate and he wasn’t left alone in unrequited limbo.

“Swiss?”

He quickly wiped his eyes and glanced up in the direction of the voice. Her voice. And sure enough there Cumulus was, her beautiful eyes looking down on him from her place in the doorway. She knelt beside him and hovered a hand over his shoulder.

“Swiss are you okay?”

His bottom lip quivered, and despite all his strength, he felt more tears spill down his cheeks. Lucifer, what a fool he felt, bawling in front of the most beautiful devil he had ever seen.

“Jus’ - ‘jus a lil’ drunk. ‘M fine.” He slurred through sobs.

Cumulus felt her heart break in two. Never in all her time on the surface had she expected to see Swiss, of all ghouls, breaking down in front of her. Panic rose up and into her chest.

“Do you want to go back to the hotel? I can help you.” She offered as she linked her arm under his.

Swiss flinched at the touch. A multitude of thoughts exploded in his mind as the mere touch sent electricity through his body.

“I’ll get Dew, he can help!” Came her next suggestion.

But Swiss took hold of her hand and shook his head violently from side to side. This isn’t how this was supposed to happen.

“But I can’t get you back myself.”

Deep down Swiss knew she was right. He was much to drunk to support himself as it was, and the last thing he wanted was to fall onto her mid-way down the canal walk.

Defeated, he allowed her to fetch the fire ghoul and prayed to Lucifer that he would keep his mouth shut. This wasn’t how she was meant to find out about his feelings. It was meant to be romantic, a gesture to win over any heart. But now? Now he was drunk, high and a blubbering mess in a city none of them knew that well.

He, in his mind, was every drunken stereotype and more.

~ ~ ~ ~

Dew berated him the whole way back to the hotel, not that the multi-ghoul had been listening. All he could do was think about how ashamed he was letting it get this far. He was fairly sure that, had Cumulus somehow been his requited mate, he’d well and truly scared her off into a life of unrequitedness. Mate or not, who would want to be with someone who presented themselves like this?

It was overdramatic, embarrassing and, most of all, unattractive.

By the time they made it back to the hotel Cumulus and Dew were seething at each other. They helped Swiss into his room and over to the bathroom where he promptly fell to his knees and vomited into the toilet bowl.

“You know this is your fault.” Dew spat as he quietly closed the bathroom door, giving the multi-ghoul some privacy.

“My fault?” Cumulus retorted. She wasn’t about to take the blame for something that in no conceivable way was her doing, “He’s an adult, Dew! He knows how to say no and it’s hardly anyone else's fault but his own that he doesn’t know his limits.”

“He knows his limits, he’s not an idiot.”

“Then why let himself get like this!?”

“Because he’s fucking lovesick and hurting. And substance abuse has always been his weapon of choice!”

Cumulus felt her heart shatter in her chest. He was in love? With who? She bit her bottom lip in an attempt to hide her ache from the fire ghoul before her.

“I-I still don’t understand how this is my fault.”

Dew didn’t need to respond to her. His look told her all she needed to know. Suddenly the heartache she felt over him loving another turned to butterflies in an instant. Of course. His nervousness around her, Papa’s subtle hints; the noises from his bunk. He was, indeed, in love with someone. And it just so happened to be her.

Swiss was in love with her and Cumulus was pretty sure she liked (not loved, don’t be so cliche) him!

Cumulus found herself moving back towards the bed, desperate for something to sit on. Her head was swimming with so many thoughts, fears, and emotions. It was far too much all at once and she simply needed to not be standing anymore lest she fall to the floor in shock.

“He likes me?” She babbled, her eyes fixed on the glow of the fire ghoul’s.

“Loves. He loves you. He thinks you’re his mate and there’s nothing and no one like you.”

Mate? Like an actual honest-to-Gods, life partner mate?

They were both interrupted by retching from the other side of the bathroom door. Dew shot the air ghoul one last nasty look before going to tend to his drunken friend.

Cumulus wasn’t sure what to do both in the moment and with the information she had just been handed. Her feelings of love and lust and wanting were mutual, so why didn’t she feel happy? Why didn’t she feel elated and overjoyed at the thought of being with Swiss?

Why was she so afraid?

Dew flung open the door, his best friend draped over his shoulder. He was muttering apologies into the fabric of the fire ghouls shirt and gasping for air through sobs.

“Are you going to sit there or help me get him into bed?” Dew spat as Cumulus stared dumbfounded at the situation unfolding before her.

Quickly, she stumbled to her feet and pulled back the covers to give access to the drunken ghoul. They both helped Swiss onto the mattress before attempting to undo his boots.

“Just leave him in his clothes,” Dew suggested, “He’ll come to sometime in the next few hours and sort that out himself.”

It wasn’t the first time he’d helped Swiss into bed, drunk from too many local whiskeys during a tour in Ireland. But he’d been giddy, high from lust and the pale skin of several groupies. Now he was an emotional mess, cross faded in an attempt to forget about the very ghoul that was placing his boots neatly in the hotel room closet.

“We can’t just leave him here by himself.” Cumulus stated as Dew pulled the covers up to the multi-ghouls chest.

She wasn’t sure how this ended, but it wasn’t with Swiss drunk and alone in a hotel. Especially not in his current emotional state.

“-Lus?” Swiss whispered.

Dew felt his blood boil and while he knew his own emotions were frayed from alcohol, he couldn’t help but feel angry with his best friend. They were meant to be best friends, rice-or-dies for fuck sake, and he whispers her name in his hour of need? The fire ghoul had just patted his back as he vomited the entire contents of his stomach into the toilet bowl, all the while reassuring him and calming his tears. And ‘Lus’ is the first coherent word out of his mouth?

“You can stay if you want, but I need a shower and some sleep.” Dew growled, pushing past the air ghoul.

“W-what? You’re not going to stay?”

“He clearly has his mind elsewhere right now. I love the dude, I really do. But I can’t be here right now.”

Deep down Cumulus got it. She understood, in a strange way, that Swiss’ feelings for her must be difficult. After all, they had been inseparable for years prior to her climbing from the pit. They were best friends, barely without each other. He had practically carried him back and knelt beside him as he cried. Yet, it was her name that Swiss spoke of? Of course, the fire ghoul needed space from it all and Cumulus wasn’t going to argue.

Instead, she walked with him in silence to the door and bid him good night before locking up behind her.

Now what? She hadn’t thought this far, only that she couldn’t leave Swiss alone like this. What if he choked on his own vomit? Or woke up alone and cold and needing water?

And what, exactly, was one meant to do while a drunken ghoul slept? She pondered this as she filled a glass of water and placed a waste paper bin by Swiss’ bedside.

She contemplated cleaning up the bathroom, but Dew had already done a good job of that prior to his leaving. So, what else was there for her to do but kick off her own shoes, find a good movie and settle into the bed beside the multi-ghoul?

She settled herself above the covers. Love, like or whatever mutual feeling it was they had, the last thing she wanted was to crawl in next to him and cause a scene when he woke, inevitably hungover and possibly deeply embarrassed.

~ ~ ~ ~

Swiss barely moved, his breath coming in small wisps with the occasional hint of a snore. At some point in the night, he shifted from his mortal glamour into his true body and it was only when the spade of his tail pulled back the duvet that Cumulus even noticed.

By the time he began to stir, sunlight was beginning to filter in through the curtains.

“Argh-” He rolled over onto his back and, as he did, his tail brushed against Cumulus’ thigh. She squeaked in surprise.

“L-lus?” Swiss looked up at her through half-lidded eyes.

Cumulus smiled softly in response and fluttered her hand in a timid wave.

Suddenly, the multi-ghoul shot up in the bed, his eyes wide and his fingers gripping onto the duvet. Cumulus jumped at the movement. They sat like that, staring into each other's eyes for what felt like hours before a sudden wave of nausea forced Swiss to the bathroom.

Lost on what to do, Cumulus decided to bring the ghoul water as a peace offering. She knew that Swiss may not want her to see him like this, hunched over and retching, but she had all but carried him home the evening prior. There was little else he could do to embarrass himself further.

“You should drink some water, Swiss.” She knelt down beside him, one hand on his back and the other extended towards him with the glass.

He groaned, his face visibly flushed from a mixture of shame and sweat. Ultimately, however, he took the water without a fight.

“H-how long have you been here?” Swiss asked after a few moments.

Cumulus found herself seated across from him on the floor of the small bathroom. She took in his defeated demeanour, the way his head hung down and his shoulders dropped. There was no doubt in her mind that shame was eating him alive.

“Dew and I carried you home from the bar. He didn’t want to stay but I couldn’t leave you here by yourself. It just wouldn’t have been right.”

“Fucking hell.” Swiss spat, a hand coming up to glide through his hair, “D-id I - I mean - what did I say?”

“You don’t remember?”

“No. I barely remember being in the bar. J-just that Dew was pissed at me for -” He stopped himself, his fangs worrying at his bottom lip, “Well - it doesn’t really matter.”

“Dew will get over it.”

“I don’t really know that he will.”

Silence, once again, enveloped the ghouls. Swiss shifted so that his legs were outstretched parallel to Cumulus’. His tail was tucked tightly around his waist, and the empty glass held firmly between his hands.

“Would it make you more comfortable if I shifted out of my glamour too?” Cumulus questioned.

“I-I honestly don’t know what would make me feel more comfortable at the moment. Nothing about this is comforting.”

“You’re embarrassed.” It wasn’t a question, more of an observation.

“Of course I’m fucking embarrassed, Lus. I woke up next to you and - and -”

“And it’s not how you pictured waking up next to me.”

Swiss’ eyes shot up to meet hers, the rims red and irritated from a night of tears. He opened and closed his mouth several times, searching for the right words but falling short.

“Dew told me. Well, I sort of figured it out on my own but he confirmed it.” Cumulus spoke softly, her eyes never leaving him, “And I sort of feel the same. I mean - not exactly. I like you. A lot. I get butterflies - “

“Butterflies.” Swiss repeated knowingly.

“Yeah, fluttering in my chest every time I see you or hear your voice. And I’ve tried to deny it for so long but Papa called me out and since then - well - I can’t get you out of my mind.”

Swiss didn't know quite what to say or do. He had walked in circles in his mind for months thinking about the possibility that his love was not matched. He had all but reserved himself to being forever unrequited and without her.

Hell, he had even thought about the horrible instance of her finding someone else, someone who wasn't him, to hold her in the long night. And, yet, here she was returning some resemblance of the same feelings. Like was as good as love in his book.

"You've no idea how long I've wanted to hear that." Swiss breathed, his heart feeling fuller than it had in months.

Cumulus smiled and shifted out of her glamour into the blue-skinned, beauty Swiss had first laid eyes on in the ritual room. Her tail swished forward, coming to rest on his legs. Without hesitation, he allowed his own to unfurl from his waist and come to rest against hers.

Spade to spade.

They sat in relative silence, drinking in the stillness of their confessions, tails tangled together. The blue tuft of Cumulus' softly caressing Swiss' worn spade. Gradually they moved closer to each other until, eventually, Cumulus sat next to Swiss, his head on her shoulder, and their hands became entwined.

"I'd ask to kiss you but I'm probably not that pleasant to taste right now." Swiss chuckled.

"No, you really wouldn't be."

"What about a shower together?"

"How about you buy me a drink in Berlin and we'll talk?"

Swiss smiled, kissed Cumulus on the back of her hand and rose unsteadily to his feet.

"It's a date."

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cardinaldante · 10 months ago

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It was three in the morning when Cardinal Dante woke up, sweltering under Ifrits heat. It wasn't the heat that woke him up however, but the feeling. The feeling of something wrong. He shook Ifrit, trying to wake him, but the ghoul didn't wake, still and unmoving. Phil and Phantom were the same way, and Dante didn't like it. Terzo was gone from the bed when he checked, and Copia was gone as well. Something bad was happening.

Dante left the room, footsteps quiet against the wooden floors. The feeling of wrongness was growing, like something was trying to lead him to the problem. Like a dog trying to lead him, but he was half awake, and the dog wasnt there, and- Dante felt himself shiver heavily as the bad feeling washed over him. He left the safety of the ghouls den, feeling the cold soak in through his socks as he followed the feeling down, down, down- to the deep, dark crevices in the church. He'd never been to the catacombs- these were forbidden expressly because the Catacombs were full of dangerous things- at least, according to the Papa's.

He continued through the catacombs, stopping as a straight feeling of fear swept through his body. Something was wrong. A blueish, white light sweeps through the catacombs, making Dante stumble back as it stops infront of him, turning into Papa Nihil. Nihil tilts his head, no longer looking old and tired, but soft and old and normal.

"You're the...young Cardinal Copia took in." Nihil whispers, stepping forward. "What are you doing down here? You shouldn't... Be here. Saltarian-"

"I came to save you all, but I see..." The unspoken 'I failed' hung heavy in the air. Nihil sighs, glancing down at his hands before shaking his head.

"I was old, and served my purpose to the dark Lord a long time ago. He already told me that I would not survive to see the next year, I just didn't think it would be this soon. And at the hands of one I called my equal, once upon a time." Dante, confused, tilts his head.

"Equal...? But.. Saltarian told me he hated you-"

"We grew up together." Nihil cuts Dante off, looking every bit as old as he used to. "We... Saltarian was like my brother. We did everything together. And then his father killed mines with a demon he summoned in order to take over the church. That's what happened. He sided with his traitor father instead of helping me. And so I cursed him with everything the dark Lord had given me, and paid the price for it. No leader of the church from my family will ever be human again. Even now, with you, you arnt human, are you?" Dante blinks, and Papa Nihil shakes his head. "Anyways, you are just a child. Get the ghouls, they-"

"None of them woke up. I tried to wake them but I.. I think something's wrong with them- please Papa Nihil. I want to help. What do I have to do in order to save the others? I don't.. Papa Copia-.." Dante chokes up, hands tightening into fist. "I can't lead this church, Papa Nihil. I'm just a kid. I don't know what to do. I.." Dante hesitates. "I'm scared." His voice is quiet and soft, and Nihil sighs heavily, muttering something in Italian.

"You remind me too much of when Terzo was a child. I don't know if that's a good or bad thing, but..." Nihil steps forward. "The ghouls Swiss and Sodo are under some sort of spell. You'll need ghouls of your own to stop them. Bring me to the ghouls and I may be able to wake them. We have to hurry though. Saltarian won't wait until they find you to start sacrificing my son's."

"Why does he want to find me? He can't just discredit me in the church- nobody will fight against his rule, expecially if we can't wait the ghouls." Dante walks with Nihil as they head back up the stairs, up to the ghouls den. The ghouls are still passed out around the room, and Papa Nihil looks over at Dante, eyes soft.

"Because Copia cares about you." Dante stares at Nihil as the ghost touches Omega's face, pressing one ghostly hand to his face. "Come on now, ghoul. Serve your purpose. Your master is in trouble." Omega shifts, before his eyes open, the ghoul blinking confusedly as he pushes himself up, hands grasping at a body no longer there.

"Nihil..?" His sleep soaked voice makes him sound more tired than he looked, the ghoul yawning, showing off his teeth. "Where's... Where's Terzo? Wha-"

"Not enough time to explain, you have to come with me now. The Papa'- I found them!" Omega tilts his head, looking confused.

"But I didn't finish-"

"Doesn't matter. We need to go now, Omega." Omega shifts, standing up on slightly wobbly legs before shaking like a dog. "Papa-"

"Take Phil with you as well. He knows how to stop Saltarian, and the ritual he's trying to do." Dante grabs onto Phil as Nihil does the same thing he did to Omega to Phil, waking the confused demon up. It's more of a struggle to get the demon up on his feet, but once he's awake, he shakes off much like Omega did.

"Copia and Terzo are missing." Was the first words out of his mouth. Dante nods, before leaving the room, all three following him. "What's going on- Nihil, what-"

"No time to explain. I'll try to buy you all some time. They're in the Catacombs, in the Ritual room. Young cardinal, you have my permission to go there." Dante nods, keeping an eye on the floor as they run through the church. It's quiet, the moon lighting their path as they run down, down, down, back into the dark depths of the church.

"What the fuck is going on?" Phil finally asks, pushing infront of Dante to take the lead when the boy starts looking around, obviously confused.

"Saltarian's taken all the Papa's and wants to do a Ritual, I think. He wants to sacrifice the Papa's to something- some higher power or-"

"He wants to summon a ghoul." Phil whispers, and Omega glances at his counterpart.

"Not just a ghoul, if he's sacrificing the Papa's- a powerful source of demonic energy, expecially with what they are... He wants to summon something bigger than a fucking ghoul." Dante stumbles, and Omega scoops him up, bolting after Phil. "Dante, we can't touch the summoning circle. Your going to have to destroy it." Dante looks up at Omega, eyes wide.

"Me?! But, I.. I don't even-"

"Just destroy it." Phil stops infront of a large wooden door, hand shaking, tail twitching back and forth. This was the first time Dante had ever seen Phil's demonic features- the other ghoul was always so calm and collected. He realized this was the first time he'd seen Phil- the ghoul who'd basically raised him- nervous and scared. "Dante." Dante looks up, seeing both ghouls staring at him. "Theres a very real possibility we won't be able to save the Papa's. Theres a very real possibility both Omega and I won't make it out of this ritual room. I will come back- Lucifer will make sure of that. But Omega and Sodo and Swiss will not. You will have to lead the church for a while. Are you ready for that?"

Dante was not. Dante was not ready for any of this. Dante didn't want to lead any church, or destroy any ritual, or loose any ghoul. Dante was just a 15 year old boy who was in way over his head and didn't know what he was doing/ getting himself into. But he was a Cardinal. He was Cardinal Dante. And Papa Nihil was counting on him to save the other Papa's.

"Yeah, I am." Omega places him down, eyes on the door. "I am a Cardinal of this church. I have been trained for this." Phil only nods, glancing over at the younger boy. He didn't want him in this, but he was the only human- or well, human enough- person around that could stop Saltarian.

"Kill anything that isn't the Papa's. Saltarian included."

[Will be continued on Monday. A/N under this cut]

A/N: Hi! I know, I know, cliffhangers eh? Unfortunately the writing app I had this on completely fucked me over and deleted all my progress. What your reading right now is what I managed to remember/what wasn't deleted. I wanted to get this out as I have College and I wasnt able to finish writing. I'm so sorry!! I hope you all like this version of the story and hope you all tune in for the ending of this story line tommorow! Thanks for reading!

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punkrock-writer · 4 years ago

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Space Cowboy- part 2

Trying Not to Get Shot

Warnings- Swearing, Canon Typical Violence. Din pretends to be mean.

Pairing- Din Djarin x F!OC

A/N- Hi! They finally meet in this chapter. Let me know what y'all think, I'm working on the 3rd chapter now and it will most likely be posted on AO3 first. Thanks for reading!

Prologue Part 1 AO3 Wattpad

"Shit... fuck... fucking shit balls"

Sedona couldn't stop the string of curses that passed through her as she shifted her hands to fists on the metal floor in front of her. She tried to lean forward, taking some of the weight off her knees. Her eyes flew open. Everything that just happened suddenly rushing to her. Taking deep breaths she tries to get her bearings.

She was somewhere much, much colder than Florida. There's was a slight hum in the air, she moved her head up wards. The sight nearly put her into shock.

This place was strangely familiar, it was all metal, with many doors and compartments. Boxes stacked against rounded walls, netting and other things her mind couldn't comprehend quite yet hung from the walls. Warm fluorescent lights lit up the space that she knew far too well.

This was the fucking Razor Crest.

Her mouth hung open as she swiveled her head to look behind her, wet hair hung limply in her face. There was another terrifying sight. The carbonite freezer, she took a large shuddering breath. Shifting her weight further forward, she prepared to move to sit on her ass when-

"Don't move."

That voice. Sedona knew that voice very well, it sent a shiver down her spine.

In that moment she knew, she was fucked.

"Who are you" "Please don't shoot me" They spoke at the same time, her words stumbled out broken in a desperate plea. His were strong and commanding.

"Turn around, slowly." The modulated voice was rough. She never thought it would ever breach her real ears, only used to hearing it through television speakers. She pressed her weight into her hands, swiveling slowly to meet the beskar man himself.

And he was so so much taller than her T.V made him appear. The metal gleamed in the artificial light, broad and threatening. With a blaster trained directly onto her head. She slowly shifted her weight back onto her legs, trying not to wince as the pain gripped her thighs again. Raising her arms above her head she finally looked into the visor, of the fucking Mandalorian.

It really did not help her situation that she knew exactly who was under the helmet.

"Who are you, how did you get on my ship." If she wasn't already hyperventilating out of fear she most likely would've turned into a puddle on the floor at the sound of the rough growl. But her fear instinct was beating down any kind of arousal with a broom stick, matching her pounding heart.

"I- I don't know, I'm not from here... I'm from Earth" she was a stuttering mess, her eyes darted around, she couldn't meet the T shaped visor, "please don't kill me, I don't know how I got here."

There was silence. Her hands shook above her head. The chill running down her spine intensified under his hard stare. She could tell he was observing her closely, sizing her up, making sure she wasn't a threat. Then it hit her. She knew this timeline well, she had re watched both seasons on Disney + multiple times, shamefully.

For the plot of course.

She needed to figure out exactly where they were in the series right now. Her heart raced faster, eyes roamed his armor, trying to guess what had just happened based on the wear and tear. It was the pure silver Beskar, so she knew he had turned in the child, but she wasn't sure if he'd gotten him back yet. Before she could ask, the blaster was suddenly much closer to her head.

"Are you here for the Child." She couldn't stop the breath of relief that whooshed out of her lungs. Thank GOD he has the child. But she still wasn't out of the woods yet, she had to somehow convince the most skeptical single father in the galaxy that he didn't have to kill her.

"No, no, I would protect the child with my life." The way he stiffened made her realize she probably didn't say the right thing. "Wait, please I j-just have to explain, I don't know how I got here but I'm from an alternate universe."

"You have 5 minutes." She understood of course, but having 5 minutes to argue her right to live was going to be difficult.

"I- I was in my hotel and now I'm here," she gulped scrambling for the right words, "I'm from Earth. Where I come from this galaxy is... a f-fictional universe, I-I have information I can give you. I know what's going to happen."

She quickly decided convincing him she could be useful was going to be her best bet. Making deals and trades seemed to be the way of life in the galaxy. She could sense his confusion, the way his shoulders dropped slightly; and if she hadn't been staring directly at the gun, she would've missed how he removed his finger from the trigger. Taking this as a positive she continued.

"I know, about the child, and the the mudhorn, and-and about Navarro. But I'm not a spy or hunter or anything, you-you're a character, and I know your story well." Her she licked her lips and swallowed. "I know your name, Di-"

"Don't!" The blaster was right between her eyes now as he shouted at her. She jumped, raising her arms straighter in the air.

"OKAY! Okay, you can cuff me, please don't freeze me in carbonite. I promise I can help you." She tried to swallow back the lump in her throat and blink away tears that burned her eyes. Rambling was what she resorted to as she lowered her hands in front of her, presenting them for space cuffs.

The Mandalorian sighed, though it sounded more like a growl. He cautiously stepped toward her, lowering his blaster and exchanging it for the cuffs that hung from his belt. They were heavy, and dragged her arms down to her lap. She looked up again to meet the visor. Aiming for where his eyes might be, she put on her best pleading face.

"You can search my bags, I don't have any weapons, and it's all from a different world" he now had the stance of an extremely grumpy dad. He stood wide, having had to step over her bags to put the cuffs on, his hands planted on his hips. With a huff he bent down to pick up her purse that was directly under him. He rifled through it, instantly pulling out 2 things she definitely forgot about.

In his gloved hands he held out her Swiss Army knife, and her pink taser. The way his helmet tilted was accusatory, one hand now holding her purse to his hip.

"Okay...those are weapons, but they're for self defense against earth men. I swear I forgot about them." She put her palms up, avoiding his gaze once again. All she heard was another sigh. She would've smiled if it weren't a life or death situation. She hated that she felt like she knew him, that she felt like she knew what he was thinking.

You don't know him at all you idiot.

"I have earth money, in the brown wallet, it'll show you I'm not from here" she was scrambling for anything that could be considered proof. His hand that held the taser and knife dug pack into the purse. Fishing out the old brown wallet. Dropping her purse to the ground he unzipped it, and observed the inside for a beat longer than she would've liked. He looked back to her, then flipped her wallet over. Her mouth fell open in shock, as an avalanche of bulky coins and rectangles fell out of the folds and into his out stretched hand.

Somehow, her genuine American dollars had turned into mysterious space money. Holding up a finger and trying to looking convincing, she spoke again,"Okay. I don't know how those got there, but you can keep them."

He let out another sigh, the hand holding the 'credits' fell to his belt, shoving them into one of the pouches. He stood straighter, she saw his chest rise to speak, but he never got that far. An erratic beeping sounded from the cockpit, and when she looked up to the ladder she could see the interior flashing red.

"Don't even think about moving" came his rough voice, pointing his blaster at her for emphasis, before turning quickly and climbing the ladder to the cockpit. She swore, just at the very edge before his broad frame crowded the entrance, she could see just a peek of a tiny green head, with some big ass ears.

She let out a soft sigh of her own, and moved to rest her head against the metal crate at her back. Searching her shell-shocked brain for any idea of what was going to happen next. She didn't know if this was before, or after Sorgan. Straining her ears to hear some kind of dialogue, she was surprised when the ship started to rock. Her cuffed hands flew out in front of her, trying to brace herself on the floor.

Something was whizzing past the ship, and it was just barely dodging them. Her heart sank, of course, the other bounty hunter.

"Hand over the child Mando" the voice was quiet, but she recognized it. It was all she could catch before the ship was shot, and she was sent skidding to the side. Finally her busted knees had some relief, but her shoulder that collided with the wall didn't fare well.

Another shot, and she was jolted forward, her hands unable to catch her, she jerked her face to the side at the last second. Unfortunately for Sedona, she was not able to catch Mando's warning. Suddenly she was airborne, and falling fast, as the ship did a tight barrel roll.

"FUCK SHIT" the shout tore threw her throat, she curled into a ball quickly. Her arms flew up to cradle her head, just in time to slam back down to the floor. The wind was knocked out of her chest, her shoulder and hip smacked painfully on the metal. If she wasn't bruised already, she was definitely now. Gasping for breath she tried to adjust herself into a more steady position. Fingers weakly grasped at the corner of a crate for some kind of stability. But the hold was loose and awkward, not really getting anything out of the position her hands were in.

"I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold" her throat filled with cotton at the line. Suddenly she remembered. She curled into herself, bending her arms to rest her hands behind her neck and pulling her knees to her chest. Bracing for impact.

But it was much more than her body could take.

The Razor Crest slammed to a stop. And she was rolling forward. It felt like she was flying again. With eyes open she could see her self careening straight for the metal ladder that lead to the cockpit. And right before her head slammed into the metal base she heard.

"That's my line"

And everything went black.

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zuffer-weird-girl · 5 years ago

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It's Valentine's day 💌🌹🌹🌹🌹💖💌

He never once thought he would be actually enjoying and, dare he say, even waiting for this special date.

The holiday was utterly stupid in his eyes. Bunch of couples around the streets, anywhere actually, showing their supposed 'love' towards each other. He felt sick and the urge of vomit or to overhaul those things.

Love was dead. No one was pure or even honest about thosr things. Is a complete waste of time, pacience and money most of all.

... that was what he always thought until he met a certain angel who just barged in his life.

You were the only one who actually made him feel something. Something good, swert but not nauseous, suffocating but not deadly... ever day he found himself craving more and more for those things you and only your angelic and pure person can do.

He wanted to give you the world, the skies, hell. Everthing. You deserved the galaxy.

Ever since you two got more intimate you made him promise to go easy on his gifts and attempts to spoil you... although yoy couldn't escape this one.

Valentine's was made for partners to waste theur money and he was going to expend thousands billions of yens if he wanted to.

It was a day where he could show his love for you in gifts! What's better than that? He always sucked at words and affections but gifts he knew it very well.

He woke up on that morning, already in hopes to get out of the room without waking you up before his eyes widen at seing your side empty.

"What the fuck?" He mumbled as he sitted up while grabbing his mask.

Where did you went? Most importantly. HOW did you get off from the bed without wakening him?

His questions were soon answered when he heard your giggles and turned around to see you laying with one side of yours on the door frame, with a adorable and beautiful smile at him.

"Good morning buttercup, slept well?" He sended daggers through his glare and ignoring his pink as hell cheeks at that disgusting pet name.

"What the hell you're doing awake brat?" He grunted before getting up to grab one of his shirts.

You walked towards him before pushing his shoulder a bit to the side while you lowered his mask down to plant a kiss, giggling at noticing hos gis breath had hitched on his throat.

"Happy Valentine's day!" You chirped with a smile "Ah don't worry I brushed my teeth handsome, no morning breath."

He growled while pitching the bridge of his nose in false irritation.

"Stop with those pet names, is embarrassing and disgusting to gear those atrocities leaving your mouth."

"Hey, I'm allowed to do this all day cutie." He flipped your forehead with a 'enough' while you giggled.

"When you're ready can you come to the kitchen for a bit? I thought on maybe bringing you on here but... It would be messy." You scraatched the back of your neck while he deadpanned at you, shirt still on his hands.

"..congrats." he mumbled while finally putting his shirt on "You have a brain."

He smirked underneath his mask at your pout and the way you mockingly poked your tongue out before lefting the room.

He cursed hinself for thinking already on innaproprietate things the moment he saw that pink muscle of yours between those lips he loved so much.

Later Chisaki Kai. Later. For fucks sake what he had become?

He slowly made his way through the halls of the house, smirking at his cellphone at seing his demand would be delivered at least on the afternoon.

One of the many gifts he would be giving to his angel.

Although the smirk had quickly fallen while he saw the table of the kitchen mainly filled with things that he liked.

No. No you just did not-

"So?" You singed besided him "Whacha you think?"

"Angel I just despised you and love at the same time what the hell did you do to me?" You errupted in laughter while he only glared at you with a 'I'm serious'.

Angel: one, devil: zero. Not for long though.

Right after you both had breakfast he went to his office and demanded that you followed him as well. On the middle of thehallway he stopped walking besides you only to be behind your back and cover your eyes with his big and gloved hands.

He pushed the door with his foot carefully, whispering huskily on your ear to keep your eyes closed as the wamrth of his hands dissapeared on the dark.

You heard some shuffling before you felt those hands again undressing you slowly.

"Hm already for dessert devil?" You giggled at the scoff and the quick pinch he gave it to you.

"Shut your filth mouth." He grumbled as he placed another type of fabric, you shivered at the cold feeling of the new material enveloping your skin.

"Take a few steps and..." he standed behind you to admire the clothing for a bit on your body as he crossed his arms "Open."

You gasped at seing the familiar clothing. You and Chisaki were hanging around one day and you just had stopped to look at one black and shiny elegant dress on the showcase, and as a little accessory a purse coming along.

You had joked about how expensive and waste of money it would be for anyone but you also made the mistake on saying the sentence 'is pretty beautiful though. Wish I had the money for those things."

The moment you also joked about going into meeting aling with Kai while wearing those didn't really helped. And you were genuinely shocked when he only nodded before returning to his walk.

You thought that he had stopped that tendency of looking at you only einfow shopping and straight forward just going to buy it... ok, you were wrong. He was still doing that.

"Kai!" You gasped breathless as he only had that smug look.

"Also here." He picked a two boxes on his desk, one smaller than the other "The ones you had were getting old."

"A new laptop and cellphone?! Kai you're insane?!" You asked in disbelief almost dropping the electronics on the ground.

"No. I'm close to being, if Im not already, a sociopath. But I am completely san-"

"You know what I meant! Kai oh my god please tell me these three are the only ones, you surely wasted a lot of money on tjose already!" You said in worry as you looked at the prices of the devices.

The worst of all is that... your "old" laptop and cellphone weren't exactly old and were working pretty well... and your botfriend just bought you the newest one on the marketing.

"I won't lie to you." He said simply, blocking the possible facepalm you were going to do with his own hand. "You will hurt yourself like that."

Jesus Christ you felt like you were going to combust.

Chisaki REALLY WENT OVERBOARD on this. He had payed for everthing one week before the valentines and the more you thought was over the more it came the expensive and luxurious things.

You blushed crinson red when you saw a pair of lingerie, not expecting Kai to bought THAT in specific. You almost dropped dead when he showed you some swiss chocolate; although you giggled at his cuteness when he taste it the sweet things and his eyes sparkled a bit at the taste. Present after present and you were getting slightly anxious.

"K-kai?" You said smilling but worry still evident on his box while he signed on some paper before getting a box out of Chrono's hands with a nod while looking at you.

"Here dearest." He showed you the box and you had to gulp down the desperate screan you wanted to let out "You said once how those dishes were adorable or something related, so here is the whole dinnerware set."

You sighed with a smile before picking the box and placing it down, your boyfriend arching one of his eyebrows at your action before you looked up at him.

"There's more?" You asked while crossing your arms.

"A few yes but-"

"That's enough Kai." You interrupted, quickly smilling at seing his face "My devil I love and appreciate with all my heart all those things, how you listen to me and pay attention to every detail. But-" you laughed before pointing at the boxes "T-This is way too much! Kai you can't just buy anything that I mention it and almost drow me on gifts."

He sighed in annoyance before pinching the space between his eyebrows.

"Angel, this is all for you. Money is not something you need to worry about anyway, besides, you already did the breakfast without my knowledge... I just want you to have everything you deserve." He brough his hand down while he looked at you with something else in those golden eyes. "Is it that wrong?"

"Is not wrong. But it is when you go over board. Kai, buying me expensives and lots of things wont make me love you any more or less." You took a few steps only to be inches away from gis toned chest as you stared uo at him "Can we just be... casual? There's going to happen a meteor rain and I would love to watch it with the love of my life..." you lifted your hand up and hesitated to touch his face before you smiled warmingly at seing his gloved hand holded yours. "Honestly? Is all I ask. You with me is the best thing I can have."

He seemed in deep thought at a moment before he sighed in annoyance, messing with your hair as he mumbled his agreement... secretly loving the way your eyes widened and shined in adoration at him.

You were indeed a quirkless unique angel. And only his.

Every one in your place would have savored it, taken advantage of the situation while greedily accepting what a yakusa member could offer...

Yet here he was, simple clothes along with yours... sitted on the balcony with mugs of tea on hands, you staring at the dark but shint sky as his fazed remained fixed on your features.

Pure. You were pure from this sick society. Having you in his kife was like a damn blessing and a readon for him to live... you showed hin feelings that he thought it didn't exist it, nothing more than stupid fairytales, and also gave him another reason to keep living... to keep working just as hard as ge could.

To bring the yakusa back fron the shadows and keep his angel safe and sound. Those were his motivations... Pops and you were the only ones kind enough to accept him.

And he was going to repay you both for that. Curing this sick world was one of the many things he was going to do...

But for now... he just would admire the work of art he had on his side.

Your giggles made him arch a eyebrow as he took a sip from his hot drink.

"If you keep staring at me you will lose the show you know, is going to happen soon!" You turned around, your flying along with the breeze of the night making you shiver for a bit.

"I told you to get a coat on idiot." He sayed nonchalantly as he took of his iconic green jacket and placed it over your shoulders.

"Now you will-"

"It's fine." He interrupted as he almost touched your foreheads together "I don't get cold."

"Liar." You pouted mockingly before giggling a it when he pinched your cheek.

You thanked the heavens that you got a shower before nightine or else you wouldn't be able to feel those affectionate subtle touches of your boyfriend...

He was always so straight forward with his despise of touch, but thise were the moments where you recorded scenes like earlier today... where you had to escape like a damn ninja from a mobster iron grip on bed as he slept peacefully.

You gasped when you saw the first oe s falling, getting a bit away from Kai to point out in the skies like a toddler on a candy or toy store.

"Kai Kai! Look! Is starting!" You jumped in exciment on your seat ehile Chisaki only looked up for a few seconds, widening his eyes a bit before returning it back to normal...

He looked down at your smile and the way your eyes shined at seing the natural show... he swore that on that moment he fell even more for you.

He smiled sincerely, not taking his eyes off from you. You noticed that and turned with a mocking smile.

"Hey you're not paying attention! Is going to end soon!" You gasped in surprise when he cupped your face on his hand as he lowered fown his mask, smile still on his lips.

Screw the stars, this was a sign of heaven. Chisaki's smile could cure even the worst of diseases.

"What happened with my 'I don't give a fuck' face boyfriend?" You asked while melting on his touch and love gaze.

"You should be the one answering this... you made me fall for you angel. And I surprisingly have no regrets." He brushed his lips against yours before closing the fisgusting distance along with your desperation to feel his scent and lips connected with yours.

Just when things were getting... hotter a knock interrupted you both, causing you two to groan.

"Sorry to bother ya love birds but the package of thousands roses came Overhaul."

You blinked before glaring playfully at him, while him just sended Mimic back and to jot come back until tommorow.

You both had things to get done.

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