#you know how many times i have been annoying about ghost show or GO only for people to watch ut and say its not their style??

[dragonqueenbizawagi]

You know, the thing is... most people don't know shit about ghosts. A lot of times people jump to "it's haunted" because they don't know what's going on. I want one time for Danny to realize that there's actually a carbon monoxide leak or buggy light fixture or black mold or something (maybe multiple somethings compiled), and fix it with just his common electrical engineering and household maintenance he picked up from his parents (the latter because they were too busy upgrading the house's traps to check the monoxide detector and such, and they made him clean up hazardous materials in the lab, so I feel he could handle mold).

To make this even more fun, let's continue torturing Constantine! He and Danny start working together because John wants to teach him how to at least con people properly for fucks sake! ("It's not conning if it works Connie!" "You and both know it ain't that bloody Hollywood exorcism bullshit doing the work") So on one of their first few houses, they get a case of carbon monoxide/black mold/creaky house/faulty wiring/whatever mundane explanation(s) that people mistake for ghosts. Connie doesn't realize at first, he thinks they're just here to do some fake bs and the real ghosts have all been scared off by Danny's strange aura.

Now, usually, Constantine is smarter (or more cynical) than this, and can remember to properly check for mundane explanations. But at this point he's too preoccupied by Danny's weirdness (and sass – Danny's sass is critical to properly annoying Constantine for optimal amusement) to do his job properly. That coupled with the fact that he doesn't think there really is a job this time – not with Danny around – and his guard is dropped. So when the signs of a "haunting" start popping up (flickering lights, strange smell, unsettling feelings), Constantine freaks because what the fuck could still be here that hasn't been scared off by Danny?! Last one was a bloody demon!

Danny, a bit more rational and possibly not affected by the neurological effects of black mold/carbon monoxide (or at least not to the same extent) due to ghost biology bs, calmly locates the problems and points them out. He proceeds to solve them or tell the homeowner he'll come back to fix it once he has the tools, leaving one confused/concerned homeowner (who still worries it's haunted anyway, only to be assured by Danny that they'll still cleanse the house to be safe because, "You hired us to exterminate spooks! We wouldn't be doing our job if we didn't do anything for them too!"), and one thoroughly embarrassed Constantine!

Alternatively, feel free to take this in the other direction of Constantine being the experienced one to point out how many "hauntings" are really just old houses showing their wear and tear. And Danny only then piping up when Constantine shrugs it off and just tells the homeowner to hire some repairmen, to say "I could fix that for you!" Revealing another, weirdly... normal layer to this kid, he's got actual real-life skills and was apparently a freelance electrician before this? Constantine expected a weirder backstory for someone so nonchalantly powerful (oh, little does he know....)

Anyway! Here's your random reminder to check your carbon monoxide detectors! And always check for mundane sources of problems, not just magical/supernatural ones. By all means, cleanse your house of malicious spirits, but also physically clean your house of suspicious stains. The mundane is not entirely separate from the magical, people! What if the evil spirits are trying to kill you through growing black mold in your bedroom, huh? What if that's their mode of attack? (btw, please feel free to have Danny explain any/all of this to the homeowner if you write this out)

Another dpxdc prompt (sorry it’s been so long)

So Danny, now grown up and the ghost king, is looking for a job. However bc of his responsibilities as king a normal job won’t do. He would need to be able to make his own hours and such. He tried to be a freelance repair/electrical guy (thx mum and dad for those skills) but it never made that much money.

Then one day, prompted by a joke comment from Tucker about going back to ghost fights, he has a great idea!!

That’s how ‘Spook exterminator’ is born!! (He wanted to call it ghost busters but that was trademarked)

He essentially becomes an exorcist for higher and is very good at it. See what he didn’t know before this is that the ghost his use to, realm ghost, are actually the strongest type of ghost and as the king of them he is the strongest of them. This essentially means he has a ‘top predator’ vibe that sends most non realm ghost running before he even steps into the building. All he has to do then is call upon his inter theatre kid and put on a good show before leaving with a full wallet.

It’s not like he’s scamming them or anything. He is getting rid of the ghost! He just likes putting a little flare to it! Plus it gives him better tips.

Anyway cutting over to Constantine who, drunk out of his mind, thinks it would be hilarious to higher some bogus exorcist he saw a flier for and take them to the most haunted house he knowns just to see what happens.

He was definitely not expecting every ghost to hightail it out of there before the guy even step foot in the door. For a second he thought that maybe he was wrong about the guy being bogus and that maybe he was actually an very skilled exorcist but then he proceeded to do the most fake ritual he had ever fucking seen. The guy couldn’t even speak Latin!!

Needless to say John was very confused

[the-gayest-show]

Tfw someone hates TGAMM…

I question how people like TOH despite it being "a children's cartoon" (it is rated TV-Y7-FV on d+) and yet they don't like tgamm for its lack of plot (it is not plot based‼ it is episodic with continuity❗)

Or they hate it for random reasons beyond "not my style" which I get but shows like Amphibia or TOH aren't the only good ones around you know.

I question how people hate a show with peak voice acting, songs that are consistent earworms, character dynamics that are so good, and just developed characters in general but idk you do you.

[cherie-doll]

I have this brainrot for a while now

Which cod man would be the most husband material, who waits for the shortest amount of time before getting married? And who would be the one who would be fine with not getting married at all? And where are the rest of them?

How many kids would they want if they want?

I don’t need sleep, i need answers!😭

sorry for the delay my wifi is so slow, we just got a new batch of snow down here and tbh it might be affecting my internet

✧ Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Phillip Graves, Makarov, Keegan, König, Horangi, Nikto

ᰍᩚ Price... he's PERFECT husband material. Cut from the finest cloth I'm SO normal about him. You've just observed his behavior closely and he doesn't do annoying things like leaving his clothes lying around on the floor or leaving unwashed dishes in the sink. He def want to get married, but doesn't wait too long nor asks you right away, he'd time it just right. As for kids? Maybe he could convince you to have one or two...

ᰍᩚ Ghost... he doesn't realize he can lowkey be a good husband. He thinks he's not willing to adapt to anyone, given how much stuff he's been through. A relationship isn't the worst thing he's had to go through, he's gone through worse, so why is he thinking about it so much? He doesn't want to enter a relationship with only half a heart, not mindlessly. But he knows his feelings towards you don't come from nothing. His feelings would have to be resolved before you even started dating, so that afterwards everything progresses pretty smoothly. And after marriage, kids? Maybe idk.

ᰍᩚ Soap... he probably had your entire life planned out before he confessed. He knew he loved you, was convinced he wanted to marry you and needed to have kids. So, he waited the least amount of time to marry you. There's lots of things he could improve on as a partner but the good thing is he's willing to make any and all of those changes for you. His respect will never run dry, he won't let desperation take ahold of him, always letting you know one way or another he still cares. It was up to you to decide how many kids you'd be okay with but if it were up to him... yk what better not go there.

ᰍᩚ Gaz... Perfect boyfriend AND husband material. He loves showing affection with the little things, a cup of coffee or tea and cuddling when you feel down or taking care of chores when you need a break. Simple things that he does on the daily that in the long run fortify your relationship. The amount of time he waits before asking you to marry him depends and it's all on how you want your relationship to progress. He's surefooted in his decisions so after the initial stages of the relationship when he's gotten to know you very well, your faults and what he loves about you, he just lets you know that if you want to take that step, he's more than ready to do so. He def wants kids, at least three.

ᰍᩚ Roach... oh my sweet boy ToT. He's such boyfriend material and in time will no doubt grow into a loving husband. He very deeply cares about your connection and how deep it runs between you both. The topic of marriage comes up at a very proper time in your relationship, it's when all he can think of is holding your hand every day, how comforting your presence is to him and how this couldn't ever revert into something casual. Marriage is a definite yes for him. Kids are something he wouldn't think of right away. Maybe a few years down the lane, and maybe one.

ᰍᩚ Alejandro... you made him wish impossible things. How you've made him feel, the sensations not only running smoothly over his skin but finding a way to penetrate deeply, to make him desire nothing else but a life with you. Marriage was the ideal way to continue living in that daydream. How he wishes the days were endless, so he can rejoice for eternity with you. If this was what made him wish to be better, then he was surely husband material. In time, he'd want to start a family with you, to create life, to have little ones to take care of. Three or four kids would occupy his days.

ᰍᩚ Rudy... is THE blueprint for all husbands out there to follow. He's very patient, his voice soothes you, could lull you to sleep. Always listens to you even if you rant, if you point out a flaw of his he works to be better. Never pushed you into doing anything, even when he could already hear the wedding bells ringing, he wanted you to make this decision on your own. In the back of his mind, he most likely already had baby names planned and asked if you wanted kids. He def did and wanted three. He thought it was the perfect number.

ᰍᩚ Phillip Graves... husband material at its FINEST. He's not only charming and a gentleman as a boyfriend but also as a husband. He just couldn't wait to put a ring on your finger so he did want marriage very soon. There is no way he'd NOT want children, he's just as much father material as he is husband material. I've said it before but he was made to father children and I will die on that hill. He loves going everywhere with his son, showing him how to run a company and then he gentles when his daughter is born, doing everything she wants.

ᰍᩚ Makarov... husband material at the core. Deep on the inside he can be genuine and want to care for someone. He likes having someone to depend on him, under his care, leaning on him for that strange affection that isn't found anywhere else. It would be hard to refuse him with the amount of gifts he sends to sweeten you up and coax you to accept his proposal that came too soon for your liking. But look at it this way, he'll always provide everything you'll ever need and want and in exchange you only have to agree to marry him, live with him and... kids. Yes, he wants kids. A numerous family preferably.

ᰍᩚ Keegan... is quite levelheaded when it comes to relationships so he's fine with staying your boyfriend and living with you or becoming your husband when you marry. He could improve on becoming peak husband material but you're lucky if he picks up his clothes from the floor and places it in the laundry basket instead. He thinks having no kids is better until you get a scare thinking you might be with child and he gets excited until you call false alarm. He felt disappointment and then realized he did want kids after all. Would be fine with just one but wouldn't completely be against having another one later on.

ᰍᩚ König... it's not him you have to worry about when it comes to marriage. He's got to watch out for himself because YOU'RE going to wife him up, otherwise he'd never get around to asking you to marry him. Not that he wouldn't want to but he's thinking when would be the perfect moment to ask and he's always thinking, "I'm going to ask them next date", and another date comes and goes by and then another and another... He'd learn to be so loving with kids you just gotta convince him he CAN be a good father. I don't know how many he could handle though.

ᰍᩚ Horangi... he's fun but he's prob best as a boyfriend. Not that he could never be a husband because he can, but he'd be completely fine with not marrying. If you're expecting him to bring up the question and get down on his knee for you... then you're probably setting yourself up for disappointment. It'd take him a while and you'd have to hint at wanting marriage, because otherwise he wouldn't mind just moving in together. I know I used to say he'd want marriage quickly but idk man my perception of him changed. He might get baby fever (rare) and he might ask for ONE kid them, but don't think he's the type for them much.

ᰍᩚ Nikto... if he does open up to wanting a relationship you've got to work with him on the long run. He might be closed off to certain things simply because he might not see a point in progressing in that field, but once he sees that you respect him and don't force anything, he'd def want to marry you. I'm not exactly sure how long he'd wait before proposing to you, honestly it all depends but once he grows attached to a person he wouldn't want to be apart from them so I'm guessing he'd tie the knot pretty soon. The topic of kids is something he's very hesitant of, he rarely gets baby fever, like ever. It'd have to be a lot of convincing on your part. But he might be okay with one or two at most.

[empresskylo]

cod men headcanons in an age gap relationship?

i have such a thing for age gaps...i blame society. also, i’m only including ghost, price, and alejandro because the other men are too young imo. ik some of their ages are debatable, so in my mind, ghost is at least 30.

Ghost

♡ honestly, i don't think my guy really gives a shit if there is an age difference between you two. like his morals are all skewed, and the last thing he'd waste time worrying about would be a *legal* age gap.

♡ being younger than him would just make his nicknames for you that much more adorable. he likes to add the words 'little' and 'tiny' in front of a lot of the things he calls you. "little mouse" "little dove" "tiny girl/boy"

♡ regardless of how much experience you have (with relationships, sex, etc) he will always act like he knows more than you. he can find himself treating you like you’re so innocent and new to everything--even if you do the same line of work as him, i.e. killing people. and it can definitely annoy you.

♡ it doesn’t matter how many people you’ve been with or how many people you’ve killed; no matter what, he knows more than you. and honestly, even tho it can annoy you sometimes, him being so dominant is just super hot.

♡ “simon, i know how to do it” you whined, as he wrapped his arms around you, showing you how to properly use a sniper. you were used to so many other guns, but not snipers. “mhm,” he mocked, stepping away from you. when you shot the gun, you missed your target by quite a few feet. your cheeks warmed and you hesitated before looking back at simon. his arms were crossed over his chest as he eyed you. you could tell he had a smug smile plastered across his face under his mask. he did not need his ego inflated any more than it already was.

Price

♡ price was definitely concerned when he first realized he had feelings for you. he knew you were of age, but that didn't stop the odd feeling he got when he was around you--like he was taking advantage of you.

♡ and his way of flirting was to act like your father… he thought he was being nice, showing you how to do stuff, always having your back. but my god was he appalled when you were frustrated with him one day after he keep hounding you about something.

♡ “Ok, dad! i get it!” “what did you just call me?” You heard the anger in his tone. shit, you were getting too comfortable around your captain, you should not have teased him like that. “S-sorry, captain. I didn’t mean—“ He cut you off, clearly agitated for a different reason than you being smart with him. “is that how you view me, doll? like a father?” if you said yes, price would know he needed to back off. he could take a hint. “No… I… You just wouldn’t get off my back. I was just trying to be funny.” You felt so embarrassed as you explained yourself. Price got into your space and grabbed your chin in his hand, titling your head up to look at him. you gulped. “you wanna call me endearments? go ahead. but don’t ever call me that again.” he looked at you a moment longer before turning away. suddenly fueled with adrenaline, you called after him. “what about daddy?” Price spun around quicker than you could register before he was pushing you backward, his hand tight in your hair as he yanked your head back to look up at him again with a gasp. “fuckin’ brat,” he muttered, a sly smile crossing his lips.

♡ as much as price truly does not care about your sexual history, he’d be lying if he said it didn’t turn him on a bit knowing how much more innocent you were than him. you could have slept with a bunch of people for all he cared, but knowing you were that much younger than him, he knew he had more experience than you regardless. and something about that sparked a flame in his chest. he had a thing for wanting to show you the ropes.. but he definitely felt guilty about thinking that way. he wouldn’t have been any less attracted to you knowing you slept with a hundred other people. he knew you being “innocent” shouldn’t turn him on. but it did…

♡ he is very possessive of you. doesn’t like the idea of other men thinking they have a chance with you. but he can get a bit self-conscious whenever a younger man approaches you or checks you out. “you really wanna be with an old man like me?” he’d ask. as confident as he is, in the beginning of your relationship, being so much older than you made him second guess himself. shouldn’t you want to be with someone your own age? “jesus, price. you’re only 37. you act like you’re knocking on hell's door.” he’d start tickling you for your bratty remark, but it definitely placated some of his nerves.

♡ and since he has more experience dating wise, he’d say “i love you” pretty early on. he’s not dating you thinking it’s some fling. he’s serious about you. and he’s lived long enough to know when he’s in love. and he’s not afraid to say it.

♡ you were saying goodbye to price as he went off on a mission. he’d only be gone a few days, but you’d hate every minute of it. he kissed you, his mustache tickling your lip. “i love you,” he murmured when he pulled away. he smirked as he appraised your stunned face. and he’d turn and leave before you had a chance to process his words, knowing you wouldn’t be able to get them out of your head the whole time he was gone.

Alejandro

♡ definitely feels bad at first, like he’s taking advantage of you. he reminds you all the time to tell him if you’re uncomfortable. that you can say no. he just doesn’t want you to feel used.

♡ as he gets more confident in the way you want him, he starts to use it against you. same as ghost, he mocks you as if you’re so innocent and inexperienced. “see, this is what they call a—“ “Yes, Ale. I know. I’m the one who showed you that.” resulting in a cheeky wink from him.

♡ during training, he embarrassed you in front of the others. when you messed up a move, he made a big deal showing you how to execute it properly even though you’ve been in the army for years now and knew how to do it in your sleep. he liked to see the way you’d get flustered with all the other guys around as he teased you.

♡ he definitely exudes a dominant side and it definitely comes out around you. he wants to do everything for you. wants to carry shit that’s too heavy for you. he wants to be your ride. the first person you call when you need help. he wants to be your everything.

♡ he also acts a little more dominant in bed than he would if he was with someone his age. something about you looking up at him with your sweet little doe-eyes sparked a dominating need within him. he takes control. he leads. he tells you what to do. he barks out commands. he punishes you for being bratty. he takes control in every sense of the word. The only time you can really hold anything over him is when he’s getting close to finishing. you’ll be able to get him to say whatever you want him to, his mind lost in a haze, wanting nothing more than to find the release you’re about to give him. “Please,” he begged. you smiled as you hovered above him. you sank back down on him and continued your motions, and he quickly climaxed. his hands squeezed your hips as he groaned. “fuckin’ perfect.”

[miniwheat77]

Watch it burn. (Ghost x Reader.)

!this is pure smut, you've been warned. absolutely no minors. age gap, sex pollen, unprotected p in v sex, violence!

Ghost was hard headed and everyone knew that.

He didn't always communicate too well and sometimes he kept things to himself until it was unhealthy but that's who he was. He was a damaged person. He had walls up like fort knox. That was just Ghost. Not many knew about his past, but when you came along. Things started changing in weird ways that everyone on base never really seen coming.

Ghost seemed irritated by you at first. You were still pretty new to everything and needed some training but Laswell and Captain Price had both taken a liking to you and decided pretty quickly that you'd be a great addition to the team. It was an easy decision.

When you officially started on base, everyone fell in love with you immediately. Aside from Ghost obviously. You were still a little immature and Ghost didn't like that. The military wasn't meant for people like you and that caused a rift between you in the beginning. Slowly though, you started to prove yourself to him. When he was training you followed him around like a lost puppy asking him for tips and asking him to show you the best ways to stay in shape.

When he was in charge of you on missions, you always buckled down and followed everything he said to a T. You didn't act out or try to make light of any situations. You were mature when you needed to be and maybe that's where he started to grow soft for you. Ghost was always alone. He liked to work alone.

But once he'd gotten used to you being by his side all of the time, he almost hated it.

You followed him all over base. You ate each meal with him, even had a watch shift with him. You stuck by his side so often people started referring to you as his shadow.

At first, he didn't like it at all. Had even blown up on you for following him around so much which in turn got a taste of a side of you he had never seen.

"Why can't you just leave me alone? You're so bloody annoying. I'm not your fucking dad. Go away." He growled. You stopped in your tracks. Eyes narrowing.

"Is that an order, Lieutenant?" You had asked, which in turn made him roll his eyes at you.

"You're being ridiculous."

"No. I don't think so. Because unless you're giving me orders, you don't talk to me like that."

The hair on his body rose and he swore he'd never been so angry. But even as he stepped closer to you, you stood your ground. "Excuse me?" He asks. "You heard me. I'm not a kid, and you sure as shit aren't going to talk to me like that. I'm keeping you company and maybe I'm not doing that for you. Maybe I'm doing it for me." You step closer to him, his nose nearly touching yours. "And I know you're not my dad. But unless you're trying to meet him, lower your voice when you talk to me."

Your voice was quiet, but steady. Letting him know that you were not playing around.

He found out through Price the next day that your dad had passed away at some point in your childhood.

He'd never run to apologize to someone faster in his life.

From that point on, he'd gone easier on you.

---

It was a mistake.

A simple mistake that he knew he shouldn't have made as a Lieutenant.

You were the first to be infected.

Captain Price had sent the both of you on a mission. Meant to be a simple one of course. He sent his best he said.

You'd gotten a gash on you, but something was on the knife. Your veins started to glow. Pink almost as Ghost had described, which resulted in your eyes to roll back. He barely caught you as you passed out.

He quickly found a room and barricaded you inside. He needed answers.

After ambushing a man and dragging him inside with you, he started asking questions. "What was on the knife?"

"Was it poison?"

"How long does she have?"

But only seemed to get laughs from the man who he had tied up.

"It's not poison." He grits his teeth. Ghost is sure the knife in his leg is what's making him talk at this point.

"It's a drug."

Ghost grits his teeth. "What is it?" He slams him back into the wall. "So help me god if you don't start talking." He growls. Grasping the knife that's still in his leg, going to pull it out. "WAIT!" He yells, stopping Ghost. "It's..." He pauses. Looking down. "It's a reproductive drug."

Ghost looks at him confused. "What?"

"It's meant to increase your sex drive. Your body goes into overdrive." He hisses. "Reproductive organs work twice as hard and the hormones in the drug help induce pregnancy. It's.. still in the works." Ghost looks back at you. Still unconscious.

"What do you mean it's still in the works?" He asks.

"It's deadly in higher doses. It started out as a drug but it made it into the wrong hands and now it's a weapon." He breathes. "So.. she's going to die?" Ghost asks.

"Well.. Technically yes." He sighs. "Unless." He trails off. "Unless what?"

"How long ago was she infected."

Ghost looks down at his watch. "37 minutes ago." He looks at the man. "So.. In about.. 10 minutes. She'll wake up. Her body will feel hot and she'll probably be more aroused than she's ever been. And if you can stimulate her enough.. Her body might come down from it."

"If you can survive that long." The man laughs.

"We're gonna be just fine."

Ghost grabs hold of the knife and draws it back, where he had stabbed into the mans femoral artery starts to spurt blood out and in seconds the man is no longer alive. Ghost knows he needs to clear out the rest of the compound and come back for you.

He sets a timer on his watch and starts possibly the most stressful mission he's ever been on.

He's moving quietly but quickly, taking everyone he crosses by surprise.

But unfortunately, he gets infected.

Knife wound to the arm, just like you. He watches his veins change and knows he doesn't have long.

He doesn't know what to do yet and Ghost hates himself. You shouldn't be here. You're too new.

When everything is clear and he's sure of it. He's rushing back to you.

He pushes the desk away from the door and gets back inside, barricading it from the inside. "Ghost? What's going on?" You ask. He feels sick to his stomach. He sighs as he turns around, nervous to face you again. "I... I'm sorry Y/N." He breathes. "What?"

"Your wound.. It's infected with a drug."

"Please tell me you aren't gonna say sex drug?" You breathe. Making him narrow your eyes. "I must've heard him in my sleep." You nod to the man who's leaning over now. Ghost kneels down next to you. "I'm sorry Y/N. I never should've let you come here with me." He sighs.

"That wasn't your decision Ghost. It's not your fault."

He shakes his head. "I'm so sorry. I don't know what to do."

"Are you infected too?" You ask.

He nods his head. You sit up. "I think you know what we have to do Ghost." You look at him. Your face is deathly still. Letting him know just how serious you are.

"No. Absolutely not Y/N." He shakes his head. Standing up. He starts to pace the room. He's scared. "You'd rather die?" You ask. "No. No of course not. I just... Y/N. I can't do that to you." He shakes his head.

Ghost knows that you trust him. He trusts you too. You even opened up to him about how you were still a virgin because you'd only been in one serious relationship.

That one person who abused you and hurt you in ways that Ghost could kill for. Ghost never looked at you like this and he hates that this is his only choice. "I can't do that to you. I'm not gonna hurt you like you've been hurt. You deserve way better than this Y/N." Ghost feels like he's got an open wound in his chest at the thought of forcing you into something like this. He hates himself for allowing Captain Price to send you along on this mission with him. He didn't want to take you down with him like this. Before he realizes it, you're standing right in front of him. His racing heart steadies in his chest as you reach for his hand.

"Ghost. If we don't..." You trail off, looking down at the ground before taking a deep breath and raising your eyes up to look at him. "If we don't do something, we're going to die. You heard what he said. You and I both saw it. Saw the paperwork, the smoke bombs. This... it'll kill us if we don't." You look up at him. "And.. I don't know about you, but I don't want to die like this." You laugh.

"I can't do this to you Y/N." He hisses, clenching his eyes closed. "Come on, lets go somewhere without. You know." You glance toward the man slumped over at the other side of the room. Grasping his hand and dragging him into another room down the hall, conveniently, one with a bed. He sighs. "Sit down." You force him back onto the edge of the made bed. Luckily this was an upkept building. You take his hands in yours, moving between his legs, feeling him stiffen up immediately. "I trust you, Ghost."

He goes to speak up, but you stop him.

"You are honestly my best friend, and I know you probably don't see it the same way I do. But I trust you. You've shown me so much. Taught me so much. You protect me and you always put me first. I trust you to do this Ghost."

He clenches his eyes closed again. "I am your friend Y/N, of course I am. But.. I'm so much older than you. I thought you looked at me like a father figure, not like this."

A hiss leaves your lips, and Ghost can Physically see your veins turning pink under your skin. It seems unreal. Like something out of a movie. He knows if anything is going to happen, it has to happen now.

"Are you okay?" He asks. "Yeah, yes." You take in a deep breath. Knees feeling weak. "It's... Intense." You breathe. He grasps your hips, sitting you down next to him. "Fuck.. Lay back okay? It's gonna be alright." He breathes. "He.. He said stimulate. He didn't say sex." He breathes. Seeing you nod your head.

He helps you remove your cargo pants. Pushing you further up the bed. He swallows hard. He wants to curse himself, feeling himself get more aroused at the sight of you. It's just he drugs, yeah.

Just the drugs.

He lowers himself into you. Wrapping his arms around your thighs. "I'm sorry Y/N." He breathes.

His tongue dipping into you has you gasping out, clutching at the sheets. His eyes feel heavy as you react to him. You taste sweet and he wants to savor it. He wants to ask for forgiveness and take even more. It's just he drugs. It's just the drugs.

Your back arches and you cry out. Tears streaming down your face. It's just not enough.

"Ghost." You sob, making him look up at you.

"It's not enough."

Any of your veins that were visible under your skin are no longer blue in color, but pink. Your skin is beat red and hot. He grits his teeth as he reaches for his waistband. Once he'd gotten himself free, pants down at his mid thigh, there's no going back now.

He moves himself over you, taking a deep breath. He presses his forehead to yours. "I'm so sorry."

Feeling him penetrate you, piercing into you. You can't help but cry out. He grits his teeth, eyes clenched shut tight. He loves this and he hates this. This isn't how he would've wanted this to happen. He rocks his hips into you, body swallowing him up so perfectly. He forces you to look at him, pushing your hair out of your face. You're sweaty and it's sticking to you. "Are you okay?" He asks. You nod your head. "Yes, yes." You whine. You're out of breath. "I didn't hurt you did I?" He asks. "No, please." You claw at him. "Don't stop." You're nearly sobbing when you say it.

"Harder." You whine. "Y/N.. I'm gonna hurt you."

"Ghost." You grasp his face, forcing his mask off. You're surprised when he lets you. "You're not going to hurt me. I don't want you to be sorry." You breathe. "I want this, I've wanted this. And it's not the goddamn drugs talking." You breathe, staring him in the eyes as you say it. It's like a pin dropping in a silent room when those words leave your lips.

"What?" He asks.

"I've felt this way for a long time. Thought about it all the time. How you treat me so well and protect me. How you always come to my defense, you care about me."

"I do, I do care about you Y/N. But I'm no good for you." He grits his teeth, eyes filling with tears as he rocks into you harder. "That's bullshit and you know it." You claw at the sheets, tilting your head back as he drives himself into you harder. "I wanted you to. Wanted you to be the one to take it- I was going to ask when this mission was over."

You're choked up.

"I love you, Simon."

He loses it, chest tight. Tears stream from his eyes and he doesn't want you to see. Burying his face into the crook of your neck. You using his name, his real name. It's raw.

"Goddamnit I love you too." He sobs, drawing his hips back and burying himself inside of you again. Biting down on your neck. You look up at the ceiling, feeling his weight on you. Everything finally starts to sink in. Tears spill over the corners of your eyes as he works you to a high you're sure you'll never come down from. You clench your eyes closed once more, allowing yourself to feel everything. His pants and sobs in your ear, knowing that he feels this way too. They're getting unsteady and you know by how sloppy his thrusts are getting that he's getting close.

Feeling him, every inch of him. Sliding inside of you, drawing you closer and closer to the brink of pure bliss.

You're gone when he mumbles into your ear.

"I love you Y/N."

You cry out, the sounds leave your lips uncontrollably. He lowers his hand, rubbing circles over your clit. Pushing you through your high. The first time you've ever cum at the hands of someone else. He groans out, drawing away. He stares down at you. His eyes are bloodshot and his eyes are still watery. "I love you Simon, I trust you." You cup his cheeks with your hands again. "Give yourself to me." His body shakes as he reaches his high. Groaning out. He rests his forehead on your chest, trying to calm himself down. Relishing in the pleasure he feels. He knows he needs to calm down now, he's too worked up still. His heart pounds in his chest, but as he relaxes into you, it settles. He stays like that for a while. Calming himself down. When he finally pulls away, sliding out of you. He lies next to you. Pulling you into his side. You rest your head on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around you. It's silent for a while, but he finally breaks the silence. "I'm so sorry Y/N." He breathes. Hearing you laugh lightly. "Simon..." you trail off. "Why do you keep saying that? What do you have to be sorry for?" You look up at him, eyes piercing his. "Because you deserved so much better than this." He breathes. "Yeah? Like what? An uncomfortable barracks bed?" Your lips raise in a smile and he laughs. "You're such a brat." His chest shakes as he laughs. "It's my best quality, thank you very much." You sit up, climbing over him. Straddling his hips. "I wouldn't have wanted this to go any different. Listen." You tilt your head back. "Hm?" He asks. "Nothing but silence." Your eyes flutter closed and he breathes out, resting his hands on your thighs. Thumb gliding up the inside. "Did I hurt you?" He asks. You shake your head. "No. Not even a little." You breathe, laying your head on his chest. He covers you with a blanket. Wrapping his arms around you and holding you right. "Simon?" You mumble. "Yeah darling?" He asks, pushing your hair out of your face.

"I want to be with you."

He takes a deep breath. "I'm serious. I want everything with you. I want the good days. The bad ones too. I want a life with you, and it's okay if you don't want that with me. But I think you should know." You sigh, relaxing into him. You're completely relaxed. You're always relaxed even in dangerous situations with him. He keeps you safe. "We'll talk more about it when we're out of here.. okay?" He trails off. You nod your head against him.

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The fire reflects in your eyes, they're glossy. Simon stands next to you. Arms crossed over his chest. His mask is on again, but pulled down around his neck.

The building is nothing but burning flames now. Everything that happened inside is a memory now. It's gone. "It's pretty huh?" You turn to look at him. He laughs. "Yeah, it is." He smiles. "You think it'll be all gone? The drug and everything inside?" You ask. He wraps an arm around your back, pulling you into him. "I'd like to hope so. But.. I don't think this is our last time crossing paths with this." He looks back at the flames. The warmth on your skin feels nice. "Let's get to exfil, yeah?" He looks down at you. "Wait-" you stop him as he goes to walk off. "Simon?" You ask. He turns his head to you. Taking him off guard by pressing your lips to his. He's frozen for a second, but relaxes into you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into him. You cup his face again.

When you pull away, you grasp his balaclava. Raising it over his nose once more. "Let's get out of here." You smile. He grasps your hand, pulling you along with him. Picking up all of your gear and returning it to where it belongs.

[ah-ga-seven]

Fucking Up the Sheets | Jung Jaehyun

Pairing: Fem!reader x Jung Jaehyun

Word count: 2.8k

Genre: smut, slice of life, teeny tiny bit of angst, fluff

Summary/Warnings: nsfw, established relationship, soft dom!jae, mentions of overstimulation, choking and squirting.

Never in your life did you imagine reaching this level of domestic in your relationship with Jaehyun this fast and so naturally. You’ve been together for 4 years now. Both of your social circles have basically melted together, and the only place where you lived separate lives was at work, especially since you started living together not long ago.  

Your friends always warned you that the first few months of living together was going to be tough. You’d have to re-figure each other out and get past the tiny differences you didn’t know about yet. Living together would be nothing like staying over at each other’s’ place or going on vacations for that matter.  Because now…you had a household to maintain. As a team.  

But to be honest…things worked pretty fine?  

The only problem is that Jaehyun only knows how to vacuum and do the dishes. He does all the other ‘manly’ stuff. Like taking out the trash, carrying the groceries in and fixing a lightbulb when needed. Though there weren't many bulbs to replace in a new home in the first place...  

“Babe, when I get back from work can you please change the bed sheets. I didn’t have time.” You were running late for work, giving him a desperate look as you stood in the hallway, ready to leave with your car keys and big ass water bottle in your hands.  

He didn’t look up from his phone, pursing his lips together to show his dimples as he nodded. A low hum escaped his lips, letting you know that he heard you.  

You stood still for a second, knowing him well enough to know he probably half-heard you. But for the purpose of avoiding a fight you decided to just trust him for once and not nag for not listening to you because you didn’t know for sure that he didn’t.  

You were just going to have to put your faith in him for once. And hopefully when you got back…he did the damn thing.  

Your job had it out for you today.  

You mixed up a deadline which meant you had to stay later than usual to be able to make it work and now that it was 8 pm. You were exhausted, dehydrated and tense.  

You tried to relax your shoulders and cancel out the dull ache in your lower back from sitting at your desk all day, but it was of no use. It looks like Jaehyun would have to massage yet another knot out of your shoulders tonight.

The thought of seeing him after such a long day made a smile creep up on your face unknowingly. Ah, yes. Home. It really is where the heart is.

“Babe?” you called out for him once you entered the house and walked straight into your living and kitchen area. He spotted you from the couch and got up to greet you. You had a rather exhausted pout on your face which made him chuckle at your cuteness when you opened your arms for him. He embraced you tightly, which made your eyes close in solace for a second. Jaehyun planted a kiss atop of your head and let go after his hands traveled to your waist. “I got takeout. I’ll heat some up for you while you shower, okay?” he sweetly suggests as he ghosted his thumb over your frown.

You nodded with a content smile, unknitting your eyebrows for the first time in a while. Your well-deserved weekend could finally start, and all you wanted to do after your diner was climb into your warm, clean bed to binge your favorite show together, but when you got out of the shower and into your bedroom, your smile faded.  

Jaehyun hadn’t made the bed yet, and just like that your good mood was spoiled.  

You kick yourself for not making sure he fully heard you this morning when you asked him to put on fresh sheets.

You were more fired up than usual given todays events and angrily started to remove the pillowcases one by one, making your way to the end of the bed with annoyed stomps to start unbuttoning the duvet cover and just as you were about to pull it off, the door creaked open.  

“Food is rea…dy.”  

You hadn’t looked at him yet but the little pause in his sentence was a dead giveaway for the fact that he knew you were angry. And that he KNEW he was supposed to do what you were doing right now.  

So, he did hear you this morning.  

You turn around giving him an exhausted glare. “I thought I asked you to do this.” you say throwing one of the pillowcases right at him.

His eyebrows raised in surprise, swiftly catching the cotton cover before it could hit him in the face. “I….yeah. True.” he admits pursing his lips together to show his dimples.

You just stare back at him at a loss for words. The least he could say is “I was going to” or a “Yes, sorry, I forgot, I’ll do it right now.” But he just gave you a corny ass smile as he leaned on the doorpost. Well at least he wasn’t trying to gaslight you…but why was he looking at you look that?  

You sigh in defeat, crossing your arms over your chest to seem more intimidating “Jaehyun, for fucks sake please just-” he interrupted you. “Baby where are your clothes?” he bit his lip as he gave you a look up and down and that’s when it struck you that you were only wearing your panties since you just got out of the shower.  

You guess you got distracted by your unmade bed before you could even think of putting something on.  

“I-” you look down at your bare chest and up at him again. “Jaehyun. Stop. I’m serious. Nothing about the way we run this household right now is 50/50.”  

“Hmm.” He wasn’t hearing you. His senses completely numbed by the raging hormones coursing through his veins as he looked at you through hooded eyes. He bit the inside of his cheek, his mouth watering at the sight of your erect nipples accompanied by the remaining droplets of water from your shower that remained on your neck and chest like glistening crystals. Even after all these years you still had the same effect on him.

He closed the distance between you two, brushing your hair back as his other fingertips ghosted from your neck to your chest, clamping on of your nipples between his middle and index finger. You jolted from the sensation, his cold hands sending shivers down your spine. “Sorry baby…” he mused, planting a quick kiss to your lips. “I have to get used to having you around like this all the time…” he stopped his sentence, looking down at you in awe as he feathered his fingers down your stomach. “I’ll be better, I promise.” He whispered in your ear before biting your earlobe ever so softly, and without warning his hand disappeared into your underwear.  

You immediately felt your whole body relax as you held onto his shoulders for leverage. You were dumbfounded by how easy it was for him to completely manipulate you like that. So you knew you had to put your foot down and…and uhm… -  by now you felt his fingers on your clit – What were you saying again?  

A breathy moan escaped your lips as you throw your head back in bliss. His digits slowly but steadily rubbing circles against your most sensitive bundle of nerves. “Jae-” you whined, unable to think straight anymore. “Hmm?” he mused, adding a bit more pressure now, making you buck your hips forwards in his hold. His other arm wrapped around your waist from behind to hold you in place for what he was about to do next as he moved your panties aside. Jaehyun then expertly coated his middle and index finger with his saliva, giving you a devilish look as he slowly inserted his fingers into you.  

You gasped at the stretch, but fully gave in by now just because it felt too good not to. You huffed, trying to find inner strength to voice something other than your incoherent moans.  

“L-lets argue later.” You guffawed, making him shake his head at you. He smirked contently, continuing his ministrations inside of you. “Let’s not argue at all baby.”

Fuck it. He was right.

You pulled him in for a deeper kiss as he finger-fucked you; making him moan into your mouth at your sudden eagerness. The bass in his voice made your body react to him by tightening around his fingers which made him smile against your lips. He was keeping his pumping rhythm while prying your lips open with his tongue to slowly suck on yours and by now you were sopping wet down there. You could hear it.

“Come here.” He mumbled, bending down to lift you off of the floor. You locked your ankles around his hips as he carried you to the bed. Jaehyun proceeded to let go of you playfully which made your back bounce on the matress. You giggled, watching him get rid of his shirt and sweatpants while biting your lip. You propped yourself up on your elbows to see, ghosting your fingers over his chiseled abs and his happy trail as he situated himself on top of you. He was teasingly grinding his clothed core onto yours to demonstrate how he’d fuck you with just a bit more patience. Your wetness had stained his grey sweatpants which made a string of slurs and praises roll from his lips. “Always so eager and ready for me.” he mused ghosting his thumb over your clit once again.

You lost patience and with no time to waste you pulled him in for a heated kiss again as your hands fought with the waistband of his boxers. He quickly stepped out of them once they were at his ankles, and opened up your legs as he pushed your knees up to your chest. His semi hardness rested against your thigh and the sight had your mouth watering. You wanted to pump him, but he playfully swatted your hand away. “Not until I say so,” he says sternly as he pumps his own length slowly while remaining eye contact.  

Oh? Ok sir. Period.  

“Why?” you pouted.  

He softened seeing your cute facial expression, making him kiss your inner thigh lovingly in response.  

“Cause I’m not done playing with you yet…” he was lost in thought as he roughly grabbed a handful of your breast, squeezing it hard and letting go just to slap it even harder. He was watching it bounce up and down in awe of your perfect figure, licking his lips with a lustful glare. You gasped, the stinging being a mere distraction as you watch Jaehyun eye you like a hungry animal. “You’re fucking perfect, you know that?” he says squeezing both of your tits this time. You bashfully try to avoid his stare, but he grabbed your chin, making you look at him. “Eyes on me baby.” Fuck. You couldn’t help but obey given how hot he was right now. He moved down your body again, taking your panties off of you slowly just to dive into your folds with his face.  

It’s like he was starved as he ate your pussy, sensually curling, flicking and flattening his tongue against your folds and your clit in alternating motions. He had your eyes rolling back, as you grabbed fistfuls of his hair which he seemed to love, because you felt him smile against your nethers. The pleasure was making your body shock with every flick of his tongue, making you desperate for that real gush of release. “Shit. Jae, please let me cum, please, please, please!” you begged pathetically as you screwed your eyes shut. He hummed in response, but it went over your head since he never stopped his menacing dance around your clit. You kept begging as you rolled your hips against his face, making him fuck your entrance with his wet pointy tongue while his nose grazed over your clit ever so slightly. He noticed how tense you got as you tried to stop yourself from cumming just because you didn’t have his permission yet.

He eyed you as you tensed up, you were trying to move away from him but he held onto your forearms tightly, pulling you back down onto his face as he watched you slither underneath him. Now realizing what you were doing he stopped for a second, continuing to roll his thumb against your clit instead so he could speak without losing friction.

“You don’t have to ask today baby, it’s okay.” You nodded feverishly, your moans getting louder and louder as his mouth attached to your clit again. Sucking and flicking his tongue onto your clit directly this time and with a few more seconds he had your whole core shocking and trembling as you squirted all over him and the bed. “J-jae, oh my god, n-no!”  

Your waters coated his lips and face, making him lick his lips and wipe his chest as he pumped his length. A low chuckle escaped his lips seeing your fucked out state but with just seconds to recuperate and no warning he pushed his cock into you in one hard motion.  

You gasped loudly as all the air got knocked out of your lungs and continued to moan deliriously as he fucked you with long, deep strokes.  

“This pussy is mine.” he growled, making you nod feverishly. ‘Yours, daddy! Yours!” You shout.

He smirked contently at your words, and curled his hands around your thighs, pulling you closer so your knees would be at his sides before picking up the pace. Your slick was helping out with how pleasurable and effortless his thrusts were, but still you yearned for more.

You took his right hand off of your leg and mindlessly put it around your neck to show him you wanted to be choked without words, which had his eyes darken with lust even more. He smiled, leaning forward to sweetly kiss your forehead as he starting to tightly pinch the veins on both sides of your throat. He closed his eyes, relishing in how your core tightened around his dick almost instantaneously as a reaction to his actions. “Ahh…fuck baby…s-so tight..” It was getting harder for him to control his thrusts and moans already.  

You looked into his dark orbs as tears welled up in your own, cupping his face while nodding at him to make sure he knew to keep going. He slowed down, sensually fucking into you this time as you started to gasp for air and that’s when your second orgasm hit you unexpectedly. You cried out, feeling yourself squirt again as you came which had Jaehyun pull out of you and let go of your neck immediately just to cum on your tummy.  

“Fuck!” he was out of breath, his chest heaving up and down just like yours as you both gasped for air. His body was glistening with both his sweat and well, your squirt and you…you were just not on planet earth anymore.  

He leaned forward, pecking your neck, chin and lips before making you look at him. “Are you ok?”  

Jesus you were done for, but you gave him a nod and a thumbs up with all the strength you had left in you and rolled over to your side to close your legs and regulate your breathing.  

He chuckled lowly, giving you a second to breathe and collect yourself as he started to massage your thighs with soft pinches in hopes to release some of the ache. He knew he was hard on you, but he can’t help it. Something straight out animalistic awakens in him when the two of you are having sex. It was one of the things that kept your love life exciting even after 4 years of being together.

Jaehyun looked down at the sheets and himself, still high on dopamine and pride. His chest was wet, as were your thighs, and the sight was absolutely sinful. “You don’t squirt often but when you do….damn.” he mused in approval as he grabbed the nearest towel to pat himself dry.  You regained enough consciousness to realize what he was saying and looked down at him, yourself and the damn bed. “Oh my god. I’m sorry.”  

“Don’t apologize…it’s the hottest thing...ever.” he giggled cutely, making your heart swell at the sound. How is that the same man who just railed you into another universe?  

“I guess I can go back into that shower,” you mope.

“Yeah…let me join you.” He mumbled as he helped you up from the bed by pulling at your arm and that’s when you both felt the wet sheets.  

“…Aren’t you glad I didn’t make the bed now…otherwise it would’ve been all fucked up.” He says with a playful glint in his eyes, trying to hide the fact that the corners of his mouth were trying to curl up into a smile.  

You glared at him, pushing him away which made him laugh out loud as he stumbled a step back.  

“Oh, shut up.”  

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I love you.” He kissed your temple with a smile. “I’ll do it while you have your dinner. Alright?” he beamed at you so adorably that you couldn’t help but give in and nodded. “I love you too.” you say before placing a chaste kiss to his lips. “But first, let’s get cleaned up ourselves,” you say pulling him into the bathroom with you.  

[Masterlist]

[benisasoftboi]

I am so happy with the conclusion of BBC Ghosts.

There were so many things I loved about the final series that I can't even keep it all straight in my brain, I'll have to rewatch it all (and the Christmas special, of course! Must remember it's the not the true end yet!)

But something I can immediately say I loved was what they didn't do. See, that line in the trailer that turned out to be from episode 5 - about there being a pattern to when they move on - worried me. One of the best things about the show, to me, is how there truly is not any reason at all to why the ghosts are there, or when they go. It's something the creators have said over and over, and that the show has always backed up; we saw so many times that, unlike in most ghost media, addressing unfinished business or achieving emotional resolution changes absolutely nothing. Pat hit some sort of emotional resolution three times. And Julian realised the importance of family, and Robin saved someone’s life, and Thomas discovered the truth of his death, and so on and so on. Finding closure isn't the end, and equally, the end isn't predicated by a climatic conclusion. It just happens. And the same is true for why people become ghosts. It just happens. And you exist, and fill your days, and then you’re gone. And no one knows why.

It's kind of the most agnostic television show I've ever seen.

I love that. Every other afterlife show I've ever seen has some kind of reward and punishment system. Or at least says that there's a reason for things, some kind of higher power at play, not necessarily a god but something like it. Even the American adaptation felt the need to bring Hell into it, which is why I need to specify that I'm only talking about the British version here. And I feel like a lot of fans wanted there to be reasons too, or felt like there simply had to be, that it wasn't even a question. I get why - it's not just because it's the standard for ghost narratives. It's really uncomfortable to think about the randomness of life and death. But Mary didn't go because of anything that happened before that day, and Cap was never going to go because he came out, and one day, when they've all gone, there won't have been a reason for it.

Because the real point of BBC Ghosts is that there is no point. You’ve just got to make it through the days, surrounded by people that irritate you, trapped in a confusing world where you’re mostly powerless. And it sucks, and you're angry, and sad, and bored as hell. And you also find happiness in the mundane chaos, and you get really good at chess, and watch the ants in the garden, and write bad poetry, and read terrible romance novels, and gamble money you don't have, and go camping, and play games, and learn French, and watch reality TV, and have sex with a decapitated Tudor nobleman’s body, and dance to old music, and look at the stars, and find that you actually really love all those annoying people after all, and that’s the point.

[redrose10]

I might post another Christmas themed story before Christmas, but we’ll see if I’m able to get that one done…

Thank you for this request and I hope you like it!

< A Christmas Miracle >

Yoongi X Female Reader, Friends to Lovers

Warnings: Swearing, angst, slightly suggestive, very minor hint to cheating, drunkenness, fighting

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“Why is it so cold?”, Yoongi grumbled after a midnight bathroom break as he hurriedly made his way back to his bed to get underneath the warm comfy blankets. As he laid there trying to fall back asleep he saw a soft glow begin to light up his room. He blinked a few times to clear his vision wondering what it could be. Out of his closet where the light was the brightest walked two very familiar faces. Yoongi sat up startled yet a little angry, also concerned. “Jin? Hobi? What the hell were you two doing in my closet?”, he asked.

The two men walked forward coming out of the light which quickly dissipated sending the room back into a familiar darkness. Jin cleared his throat, “Yoongi, we are the Ghosts of Christmas Past.”

Yoongi sat and stared at them in stunned and annoyed silence. He was really wishing he had stuck to tea instead of whiskey during dinner. “You guys…it’s like one o’clock in the morning. We’ll talk about this tomorrow, but for now you can crash in the guest room if you want.”, he finally mumbled after a while.

“We’re here to show you something.”, Hobi smiled reaching for his hand. “No thanks. Uh exactly how much did you guys drink?”, he worriedly asked.

“Ahh we didn’t drink at all. Let’s hurry up. We don’t have all night.”, Jin exclaimed before snapping his fingers. Yoongi didn’t have time to react before he along with his two friends were instantly transported elsewhere.

“Do you recognize this place?”, Hobi asked.

“W-what just happened!? How did you two do that?”, Yoongi asked exasperated and frantically looking around.

“Aish pay attention!”, Jin bounded with a hand firmly placed on Yoongi’s shoulder, “Yoongi take a look around. What do you notice?”

Yoongi took a deep breath before scanning the room, “This is my studio. Why are we here?” Hobi pointed to the other side of the room where a young Yoongi stood talking to his manager and a woman that he instantly recognized.

“Am I dead? Oh my god I died?”, he panicked looking at both Jin and Hobi, “Did you die too? That’s why you’re ghosts? What happened?”

“Yoongi no one died so relax. We’re just here to remind you of your past. We brought you back to a moment of great meaning to you.”, Hobi said trying his best to calm down his friend.

“This is the moment you met Y/N, right?”, Jin asked. Yoongi nodded and Jin continued, “So this must’ve been a real happy point in your life.”

“Well she is my best friend so yeah I guess this moment was pretty special. Can’t she see us?”, he asked waving his hands back and forth.

Hobi and Jin both shook their heads, “Nope no one can see or hear us other than ourselves.”

“Great… now I really know I’m dead.”, he groaned earning quite the eye roll from Jin who replied, “I’m going to ignore your constant complaining… for now. Just watch the show.”

Yoongi shrugged as he watched the scene unfold in front of him.

It was many years ago, about eight or so now when you were first introduced to each other. You had just gotten hired as an intern producer. It was Christmas morning and since you were new to the city and had no one to spend it with you offered to work and since he was the only one at the studio working he was assigned to let you shadow him for a while. In all honesty the last thing he wanted was to have to spend time with someone else. There was a reason he was working alone on Christmas morning to begin with. He had just gotten his heart broken. He was hurt and upset and angry. But he was a professional so he pushed all that aside and welcomed you into the studio. You had a lyric book with you which you happily shared with him. The first song he read through was a love song…”of course”, he groaned.

Yoongi slammed the book closed and tossed it aside, “Love doesn’t exist. Love is only a figment of peoples imaginations. They use it to make themselves feel better…like they have a purpose in life.” He knew he was being harsh, but he wanted to save you from experiencing the same heartbreak he was going through. “So you’re saying you won’t ever fall in love?”, you asked with a hint of playfulness to your voice. “Nope. Never. Not gonna happen.”, he said shaking his head, “I don’t believe in love.”

You nodded along with a smirk, “We’ll see about that Min Yoongi.”

Yoongi stood off to the side with his two friends watching this replay happen. At the time he never noticed the twinkle in your eye or the smirk or the way you made it sound like a challenge. If he had noticed any of that then he never would have let the relationship go as far as it did. You never would have become anything but a coworker to him.

He jumped a little when he felt someone grab smack him on the back. Hobi was smiling at him, “Come on. We have one more place to go.”

“I really hope it’s the bar because I’m gonna need a drink or two to get through this.”, he replied earning another big eye roll from his senior member. With a snap of Jin’s fingers they were gone in a flash once again.

“Look familiar?”, Jin asked while everyone looked around the room. “Y-yeah this is Y/N’s living room.”, Yoongi said, “Why are we here?”

Before anyone could answer the door swung open and a past version of himself and you came tumbling in. It took a moment, but he remembered that night instantly.

“H-hold on.”, you mumbled against his skin. Quickly you skipped over to the Christmas tree in the corner and plugged it in. The glow of the multi colored lights softly lit up the room. Yoongi chuckled at your cuteness. “What? It’s Christmas!”, you smiled after noticing him staring at you.

It didn’t take long for you to have him pinned down on the couch with your hips grinding and searching for any kind of release. “Are you sure you want to do this?”, he asked in between kisses. You nodded your head while reaching for his belt, but he stopped you, “Seriously Y/N, before we go any further, I need to know that you understand that this is nothing more than friends having sex. I’m not looking for any more of a relationship than that.”

“So you’re saying you won’t fall madly in love with me Yoongi?”, you playfully questioned with a smile.

“No Y/N, I told you, I don’t believe in love.”, he responded making your smile falter just a little. “If you don’t want to keep going I understand.”, he continued, but you stopped him with a kiss and pulled him in closer than before.

That was a few years after you two had met and the first time you guys had sex and it was the beginning of your friends with benefits relationship. To this day that is all it remained. Yoongi cringed at how cold he sounded in that moment, he’d blame it on having most of his blood flowing to other parts of his body, but he knew the truth. He just didn’t want you to end up getting hurt by him one day.

He stood there and watched you. He took in all of your movements, the sounds you made. The way you said his name in want and desperation. He had always thought you were beautiful but seeing you now, in this position, from an outsiders view you looked ethereal. The way the soft lights iilumited your skin. The way you mumbled praises in between kisses and moans. You were incredible to him.

“Alright that’s enough of that”, Jin exclaimed as soon as clothing started getting removed and tossed around the room. He snapped his fingers and Yoongi was back in his own bedroom.

He flopped back down on his bed taking a long deep breath trying to process the crazy dream he just had and also why the image of your face as he kissed you was suddenly burned into his memory. The way you looked at him with such love and admiration…it made him feel guilty. He had his suspicions from the start that you were looking for more from him than just a friends/friends with benefits relationship and he should have stopped it before it got as far as it did. But he was a weak man when it came to you.

As he was laying there with his eyes squeezed shut trying to force himself to sleep he got the sense that something wasn’t right. It was like he could feel the soft light once again illuminating his room. He took a peak finding two more of his friends, Jimin and Jungkook, standing in his room with big goofy smiles.

“No no NO”, Yoongi shook his head, “I’m not playing this game any more.”

Jimin spoke first, “There’s no game hyung.” Jungook continued, “We are the Ghosts of Christmas Present. We are here to help you see… what could be.”

The two guys snickered between them at the little unintended rhyme.

“Let me guess…you’re going to snap your fingers and transport us somewhere else?”, Yoongi scoffed.

Jimin nodded before joyfully doing the snap sending the three of them through a transport to another location.

Yoongi looked around faintly recognizing the restaurant they were standing in that was now haphazardly decorated for Christmas. He’d been there with you just a few nights ago, but was unsure of why he was here currently.

Then the door chimed and you walked in with your friend, Mia. You two sat at a table off to the side by the large window. Yoongi went to greet you before quickly being reminded that you couldn’t see or hear him.

“Soooo how long until Mr.Dreamy gets here?”, Mia teasingly asked. You rolled your eyes, “His name is Minjun and he should be here in about fifteen minutes.”

“Ooohhhh even his name sounds hot.”, she quipped before noticing your down demeanor, “Y/N why do you look so sad? You’re about to go on a date with a really nice guy….This better not have something to do with Yoongi.”

You sighed as you looked out the window before turning your attention back to Mia, “I don’t know…I just…I feel bad for lying to him and like maybe I should give him another chance.”

Mia scoffed, “Fuck him. Y/N he doesn’t love you. He’s using you for sex. He has made it perfectly clear about that and it’s time that you move on and try to find someone that will love you back and treat you the way that you deserve to be treated. Maybe this Minjun guy could be that person or maybe not, but either way you need to move on from Yoongi because he’s definitely not going to change.”

You nodded because as much as it hurt, a part of you knew she was right. You had spent years trying to get Yoongi to love you back, but it was becoming clear that he was steadfast in his word and had no intention of ever fully letting you become something more to him. Realizing the time Mia stood up and gave you a quick hug, “I love you. Text me as soon as the date is over. I can’t wait to hear all the details.”

Yoongi watched as Mia walked out the door and the seat across from you was replaced by some guy. Some guy that made Yoongi’s blood boil even though he didn’t even know him. He knew he had told you many many times over the years that he was incapable of love so you trying to move on should be of no surprise to him, but for some reason watching you smile and laugh at something stupid that this guy said made his chest ache just a little bit.

“What’s going on in your brain?”, Jimin questioned wearily as he watched Yoongi staring at you.

“Nothing. She’s an adult. She can go on a date with whoever she wants. It doesn’t bother me. She’s her own person. So what if she wants to go on a date with this guy who’s wearing too much chapstick and who the hell orders garlic shrimp on a first date? That’s just asking for a bad first kiss. He’s a moron.” Jimin and Jungkook knew that it did in fact bother him which is why he was rambling to try and convince himself that his own words were true.

“So you don’t feel even a little sad or maybe a bit of regret knowing that she could be yours, but instead she’s out with someone else right now?”, Jungkook asked.

Yoongi shook his head, but still didn’t take his eyes off of you, “Nope. I made it clear that I would never love her and she’s well within her right to try and find someone who will... Plus it’s only one date. It doesn’t mean anything. It’s not like they’re getting married or something.”

The two smirked knowing that Yoongi was clearly having some feelings he wasn’t admitting, but their hands were tied and it was now up to him to make a move. With a long sigh Jimin snapped his fingers and Yoongi was once again back in the comfort of his bed. His mind reeling with emotions some of which he never felt before. Jealousy being the biggest one. He wasn’t able to take the time to unpack everything though because the light from his closet once again added a soft unnerving glow to the room.

“Come on Namjoon and Taehyung. Let’s get this over with.”, he groaned knowing that these two were about to make things even more difficult for him.

The two did walk out of the closet both laughing at his acceptance of the situation.

“Hyung.”, Taehyung nodded. “I’m guessing you have already figured it out, but we are the Ghosts of Christmas Future.”, Namjoon spoke.

Yoongi stood up and walked over to the members to stand beside them. They looked at him with questioning eyes.

“Come on. Do the finger snap thing.”, he spoke snapping his own fingers in return., “I haven’t got all night.”

Namjoon laughed, but did as requested and the three were sent to the future.

Yoongi looked around the church he was suddenly standing it. It was beautifully decorated in reds and greens and gold. It looked like Christmas. Poinsettias were spread throughout reminding him of you because they were your favorite. Your friend Mia stood at the alter wearing a beautiful floor length dark green dress. That Minjun guy was standing on the other side in a well fitted tuxedo. Yoongi realized he was at a wedding. And that realization made him feel sick.

“No no no.”, he mumbled, “Don’t tell me.”

“Yep, Y/N’s wedding. She gets married on Christmas Day, just like she always wanted. She looks beautiful doesn’t she?”, Taehyung smiled as he pointed towards the double doors. You were walking down the aisle in a breathtaking white gown, similar to the one he had heard you describe as your dream dress countless times.

The wedding was a blur…to Yoongi at all least. He couldn’t take his focus off of the way you smiled. The way your eyes lit up every time your soon to be husband looked at you. Yoongi had seen that same look from you plenty of times, but he chose to ignore them and instead he chose to selfishly close himself off from you, too afraid to let himself experience love.

Then he took a moment to look around the crowd. He saw your parents. He had often had dinner with them. He bonded with your dad over a mutual love of basketball. He remembered the night your dad pulled him aside and told him he would be proud to have him as a son-in-law. Yoongi felt such a sense of pride in hearing that as no one had really ever said anything like that to him before. And there he was, your dad sitting in the front row proudly smiling as he did his best not to cry. Yoongi felt like a failure. Your friends and family were scattered throughout the rest of the crowd. He was surprised by how many of the people in your life he’d grown to know over the years, even getting close to a few of them himself. The one person he didn’t see was himself.

“Sh-she didn’t invite me to her wedding?”, he whispered.

“Ohhh she did.”, Taehyung chuckled, “But you said you would rather stick your dick in a blender than watch her marry some corporate executive ass kissing asshole who cared more about his hair gel than anything else.”

That sounded like something he knew he would say, but he never would’ve said that to you.

“He’s right hyung.”, Namjoon softly whispered, “You guys had a huge blowout when you found out that she was engaged and your relationship never really recovered. Y/N tried several times to reconcile, but you refused.”

Yoongi chuckled to himself, but shook his head, “No I would never treat Y/N like that.”

“You want to see the proof?”, Namjoon asked and before Yoongi could answer he was whisked away to another location, thankfully just missing the part where you kissed your new husband sealing your fate as his wife.

“Prepare yourself. It’s uh it’s hard to watch.”, Taehyung solemnly said.

He was back in your living room. The familiar Christmas tree lit while Christmas carols played from the music box on the counter. Yoongi watched as you opened the door allowing him to stumble in. He managed to catch himself against the wall before looking up at you with a hateful glare. “You.”, he pointed at you taking a few shaky steps, “You’re engaged?”

“I-I was going to tell you. I was just waiting for the right moment.”, you said taking a few step back to create some space.

“Fucking perfect…where is he?”, he demanded. You stayed silent. “Where the fuck is he?! I want to congratulate him myself. Congratulations on marrying the woman who so easily falls in love. It’s not like he had to work for it.”

Yoongi walked or more so stumbled around the apartment looking for your fiancé while knocking over glasses and a vase before he turned to look at you with a smirk, “He’s not here is he?”

You shook your head,”He had to go into the office.”

“Oh he really loves you Y/N. He loves you so much that he’d rather be at work on Christmas Day than with his fiancé.”, he spat, “I guarantee he’s fucking his secretary right now.”

“Yoongi you’re drunk. Go home. We’ll talk about this tomorrow.”, you said as you reached for your phone to call him a cab.

“No, fuck you Y/N. Fuck you for coming into my life. I was perfectly happy before you made it your goal to ruin me. Fuck you for making me feel like love was possible. I was happy being oblivious. Fuck you for ruining everything.”

All it took was a few sniffles from you and the whisper of you calling him the worst thing to ever happen to you for him to sober up enough to realize what he had just said.

“I-I’m sorry Y/N. I have to go.”

He stormed out of your apartment leaving you to cleanup and cry by yourself.

“We told you. It’s hard to watch.”, Namjoon spoke as he snapped his fingers sending them all back to Yoongi’s bedroom.

“I just…I don’t understand. I would never hurt her like that. I…saying those things. That wasn’t me.”

Taehyung placed a hand on his shoulder, “At one time it wasn’t you, but you didn’t make the changes that were necessary and now you’re future is set.” Namjoon and Taehyung left, taking the light with them and leaving Yoongi sitting alone in the dark with his own feelings and thoughts.

He couldn’t take the look of hurt on your face. He couldn’t stand the thought of you being married to anyone else, but him. He hated himself for being the person that he was. He despised himself for being so afraid to love and be loved that he chased away the one person in the world that made him feel things again even when he had the chance to save it, but he threw it all away like a coward.

There were only three times in his life that he did more than cry, that he actually sobbed. Once when his grandmother passed away. The second time was when his group won Artist of the Year. And the third was right now as he sat on the edge of his bed screaming out your name in remorse, in heartbreak with a hand clutched to his chest. He dropped to his knees wishing and hoping for a second chance or a way to change the future that had already been laid out for him.

He buried his face into his hands and cried some more until the exhaustion started giving away to delusion and he heard you saying his name.

“Yoongi”

“Yoongi”

“Yoongs are you okay?”

He shook his head unable to face the fact that you weren’t really there. Then he smelled your vanilla perfume and felt your soft touch gently nudging his shoulder.

“Yoongi wake up.”

Groggily he could barely make out another voice, “Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before. Maybe Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store. Maybe Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.”

“Yoongi get up!! You’re scaring me.”, you said making him jolt awake.

He jumped, out of breath and panting. Frantically he looked around the room. Your Christmas tree was in the corner. The tv was playing your favorite ‘How the Grinch Stole Christmas’ a tradition of the both of yours to watch it on Christmas morning. The lightly burnt Christmas cookies that the two of you made yesterday were sitting on the coffee table in front of him and he was wearing the ridiculous matching Christmas sweater and reindeer antlers you had begged him to put on. But most importantly you were sitting next to him looking him over with a concerned expression.

“Are you okay? You fell asleep and then I think you were dreaming or something. You started crying and shouting my name so I woke you up.”, you said while reaching up to wipe away some of the tears that were still settled on his cheeks.

Feeling irrationally thirsty all of a sudden he took a large gulp of the now cold hot chocolate and continued taking a few more deep breaths. With a shaky hand he ran his fingers through his hair before laughing, “Yeah I just had this crazy nightmare.” You laughed along with him before turning your attention back to the movie. He tried to settle himself down, but couldn’t shake the sense of uneasiness that engulfed him.

Like on cue your phone lit up on the armrest next to you. Yoongi wasn’t one to really pry or care too much about your personal affairs, but in his mind he saw the name Minjun appear and he snapped.

“Let’s make us official. I want you to be my girlfriend.”, he spoke without really thinking.

“W-What?”, you gasped.

“I love you Y/N. I’m sorry…I’m sorry I’ve been fighting it all this time. But I can’t risk…I won’t loose you. I want to be together forever. I want you by my side Y/N. I want to travel the world together. I want to get married. I want to have a family with you so we can spend many Christmas’ together wearing matching pajamas and watching silly movies. I want to grow old together being happy and being in love because you have shown me that love is real. Love is amazing. Love is comforting and special and everything I want because of and with you.” He scooted a little bit closer so he could take your hands in his, “Y/N I’m an idiot. I was so afraid of getting hurt, but I now know that the worst pain I could ever feel would be if I let you get away and I’m not going to let that happen. I love you and I want us to be together.”

Yoongi tightly gripped onto your hands trying to ground himself. When he looked up at you he wasn’t prepared to see you smirking at him.

“Well I’ll be…It’s a Christmas miracle. THE Min Yoongi falling in love. I never thought it would happen.”, you said making him grumble something unintelligible in return but his cheeks turned a bright red so you knew he was flustered.

“But…”, you continued, “I am thankful for miracles because I love you too Yoongi.”

He broke out into a big gummy smile feeling like the weight of the world had been lifted off of his shoulders.

He gave you a kiss and tucked you in next to him reveling in the feeling of you being so close and snuggling into his side while the next movie played on.

“Hey Yoongi…”, you said after a while.

“Mmhm?”

“I told you so.”

You squealed as he quickly had you turned around and pinned underneath him in a fit of giggles and laughter before peppering you with kiss after kiss making it the best Christmas either of you have ever had.

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Those Ghosts We Cannot Burn | Dabi x M!Reader

w/c: 1k cw: past trauma, canon-typical Todoroki family, mentions of child abuse, canon-typical violence, graphic language, difficult relationships #Eventual NSFW, bl, dunno who is top/bottom yet lol, hurt/comfort, angst, drama, reader is yakuza, reader and dabi have history, sorta enemies to lovers?? Notes: AAAAH short little snippet but I wanted to post anyway!! I need to get drafts out of my system or I'll go mad lmao...they're all just clogging up my google docs...it's so bad dude OTL so many WIPs

(ALL tags): @kamote-kuneho @tr4nnie @silvern1006

1. Hello, My Past

The bodies of his victims hissed and burned with a life only fire could leave in the path of destruction. Dabi knew it well–he was made the same way, after all. But they'd go on to simply disappear, their ashes fluttering away with the Autumn breeze while he continued to conquer his fate. 

“Hey, you're the one they call ‘Dabi,’ right?” 

The man in question paused, ears perking at that shitty, monotonous tone. Hah. It pissed him off. It made his heart hum, too. Weird.

“Who's askin'?” He drawled, tucking his hands in his pockets as he turned to face you with languid steps. When he caught sight of you in that alleyway, he almost remembered something, but couldn’t find the will to dwell on it.

“I am, on behalf of Shie Hassaikai,” you said, adjusting the cuffs of your jacket. “You've been torching our men, y’know?”

Dabi smiled. “And? You want an autograph or somethin’?” 

You quirked a brow, looked him up and down, and scoffed. “You got a pen? Or, even know how to write in the first place? Don’t look the type.” 

“Oi–”

“Anyway,” you continued, “You wouldn’t be willing to stop murdering ours while our respective leaders discuss their deal, hey?” 

Dabi clicked his tongue. Annoying. “Their deal's got nothing to do with me.” 

“Guess you're not as high up as they said, then.”

“You're a real pain in the ass, y'know?” 

“It's kinda my job.”

“Maybe someone should relieve you from duty.”

A torrent of blue bloomed and crashed through the alley with the vicious hunger of a tsunami. Sparks exploded and flames lashed against stone and concrete, engulfing sky, earth, and all in-between with his show of firepower–a show he never grew tired of, one that never failed to remind him just what he lived for, what he–wait.

He squinted. What the hell?

A bright silhouette stood in the centre of the violent cleansing, wholly unmoved by the villain's flame. It wavered like a candle tousled by the night breeze, but it did not fade away with the light, nor with the wane of fire. And in the aftermath, once the alley fell quiet and dim once again, there it still stood, staring his way with a light that might rival a god's true form.

“You done?” You asked, voice crackling through a veil of blue. 

Thousands of questions and thoughts rushed through his mind–what the hell was that? Who were you? What was your quirk? Why was your fire blue, too?--but he couldn't settle on one, not long enough to spit it out, anyway. 

“I'll consider that a yes,” you decided. Your form re-materialized with a small flourish embers, and you breathed in deep. 

Dabi tried not to let on how bothered he felt. “What the hell was that quirk?” 

“Does it really matter?” You hummed, smiling. “The only thing you need to know is what you just saw–you can't get rid of me. Not with those flames of yours.”

“Hah. You sure about that, pretty boy?” His fingers twitched, eager to try his hand again. “I could crank the heat up for ya, see just how much you can handle.”

“Maybe another time,” you said, half-distracted as you checked your phone. “For now, remember what I said. Our bosses are trying to work together. Don't make this difficult.”

You turned halfway through your thought, showing Dabi your back without a care in the world. You must've really thought you couldn't be hurt by him. You must have really thought you were better than him. You must have. 

But the sirens roaring toward the alley ruined his chance at demolishing you. He could take them on, but he'd rather not deal with the headache that'd follow–heaven knows he'd get reemed by some of the other villains for taking the PR crap too far. 

Fucking prick, Dabi seethed silently. He'd have to kill you some other day. 

–

“Touya,” you called, voice quiet.

The boy next to you, the one you squished into that single bed with whenever nightmares found him, stirred. Only your voice seemed to pull him free from the lull of dreams and nightmares, oddly. 

“Yeah?” He whispered, clearing his throat, grimacing again at the scratchy stiffness to it. 

“Once the doc helps you,” you started, sounding too serious for your age, “I think we should leave.” 

“What?” Touya rubbed sleep from his eyes the best he could without tearing stitches and skin grafts apart. “What the hell is–”

Whatever else he had to say died in his throat when he caught a glimpse of you in the filtered moonlight; your calm, passive look of day had shifted come the night. Your face was kinder, exposing flickers of forbidden thoughts for none but one to see and soon forget, come the beckon of sleep. 

“What the hell's your problem?” Touya breathed. 

Your brows furrowed. “I don't want to be here,” you answered. “Have you even considered trying to go to your family? We could–” 

“I did go back. Nothing's changed.” He smiled, bitter. “Those fucking sheep abandoned me already.”

“I won't abandon you,” you promised suddenly. “We can talk to them. Together. Come on, Touya–” 

Touya laughed a pathetic, little sound. “Are you serious? They don't give a shit about me, they're not gonna give a shit about–do you think you're better than me? More special?” 

Your eyes grew round. “Wh–I never said that.” 

“But you think they'd listen to you, and not me,” he hissed, something igniting the hollow paths of his nerves and revving him back to life. “You think I'm not–”

You covered his mouth with a quick hand, and he held your wrist with a weak grip. “Shut up. You don't know what I think, so–so just shut up.”

I know what you think. And he was determined to prove you wrong, one way or another, even if he had to rip himself apart to do it--but you saw through him so easily. You always did; you always knew how to push his buttons then reset the system before he blew up.

And when you leaned in and kissed the back of your hand, the one still clasped over his mouth, he did indeed reset. Completely braindead once again, he was.

“Forget I said anything,” you huffed, turning your back to him and settling back in. 

And Touya tried to forget, even though his mind buzzed and his heart thudded against his ribs. He tried, and he tried, and he tried.

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i did it yall ✋🏽🙂‍↕️🤚🏽

hybrid! reader x tf141, but they’re nocturnal and ghost HATES it

As an owl hybrid, you harbored incredible hearing and used it to your advantage, along with your night vision. The only issue with this fact was that your animal side was nocturnal. Thankfully, you’d trained your human side to follow the schedule of a regular soldier back in your rookie days, but with more stressful missions coming about sometimes your hybrid side would peek through, giving you instinctual bouts of insomnia, of a sort. Naturally, this led to the captain introducing a curfew for the team, though actually designed for you.

Tonight, you couldnt get an ounce of sleep no mattter how many times you twisted or turned or even ruffled your feathers. It seemed near impossible, a feeling in your chest driving you with an insatiable need to explore and potentially hunt. Your wings spread as you stand, stretching out to their full size before relaxing. You often tucked them behind you, as it was more convenient but with the lack of people around it was more than normal to let them stretch for a bit. As you make your way to the common room, your bleary eyes finally readjust to the surroundings and you instantly notice the clink of a glass as it settles on the counter. Having now rubbed away the sleep in your eyes, you can faintly see the outline of a familiar mask, only the white bone marks showing despite your night vision.

He doesn’t bother waiting for your greeting, stepping out of the kitchen towards where you stand; your wings unintentionally form a curtain around your body— like a blanket almost. “You know the drill, back to bed, bird.” You mentally groan, rubbing your eyes with the heel of your palm. Of all the people to get caught awake by, the Lieutenant was by far the worst option. Not only was he practically the epitome of stoicism, but you’re convinced that he just has everything against you. Thankfully, it’s not in a ‘hybrids are disgusting creatures’ way, but more of ‘you’re a rookie and you need to be better’ way. After all, your training sessions with him are no joke. Despite that, you aren't particularly scared of him, despite the infamous reputation of the mask he wears. No, not when you know well that the Captain has far more authority over him— and over you too but that’s besides the point.

”But Lt…” You complain, flopping back on the small couch in the common room, intrigued by a packet of biscuits there. “You know I can't sleep, it’s not fair.” As expected, he doesnt take well to your excuses, only rolling his eyes up at you before snatching the biscuit pack. He places it on a higher shelf than usual, ensuring you can't have it. “Don’t care, go back to bed.” He tugs you easily off the couch, pushing you lightly towards the door.

“Aren't you awake too?”

“Do I get sleepy and grumpy during training?” You want to say yes, because you know damn well that he’s acted particularly grumpy once after getting minimal sleep. Then again, he is right about you getting annoyed during training. Regardless, even if you go back to bed, you won't be able to sleep anyways, the instinctual urge will probably just make you climb your walls. “I don't wanna just stare at the ceiling. C’mon, I just wanna walk around a bit. I won't stay up all night.”

He raises a brow at that, knowing damn well what happened last time he caught you up at this time and then he takes another step towards you, causing you to back up. “Told you, I dont care. Back to bed, now. Or i’ll carry you and duct tape you to your bed” He backs you against the door, but you’re desperate now and running on three hours of sleep. That also means you arent thinking sane in the slightest. And so, you cross your arms over your chest, a frown curving your lips.

“I’m telling Price on you.”

”You wouldnt dare.”

He stares at you, almost a challenging glare in his eyes and the bird inside you squirms, almost excited. It’s been a while since you’ve ruffled your feathers properly and this seems perfect. “Watch me.” You grin, and before he can react you’ve turned on your heel and dashed down the hallways. “You little—“

The heavy clacks of his boots start to pick up behind you, but you dont care, wings growing larger before spreading straight behind you in a way that’s almost streamlined. The height of these hallways are too low to fly, so you’ll have to rely on your legs for now. “Get back here—“ He’d growl if he was part animal too, but all he can do is grunt as you turn around another corner. He can see you rapidly approaching Price’s door now, almost barreling into the wood as you quickly knock. Awake as usual, Price calls you in and you turn at the last moment to flash him a cheeky grin before darting inside.

“You basta-“ He huffs as he stands in Price’s doorway, watching you sitting on the edge of his bed as you frown all innocently. “What the hell is going on here?”

He can only grumble, his hand grasping the door frame as Price frowns at him, clearly more amused than anything.

“He’s being mean to me— he wouldnt let me get a glass of water.”

Price looks back at you and then at Ghost, raising a brow at the man despite an amused look in his eyes. He clearly found the situation laughable and even Ghost couldnt retain his anger much longer. Still, he persisted, insistent on keeping the routine.

“They’re the one who's causing a racket. It’s way past their curfew! They should be asleep.”

He whisper shouts, eyes narrowed at his captain behind the surgical mask. Price just sighs, pushing the papers away; it was clearly time they all hit the hay. “You do realise that’s all our curfews? If they have to follow it, we do too. You shouldnt be up.”

“I dont care. They should be in bed—”

Price is about to laugh again when he hears a soft snore in the room, both of their gazes shifting to where you were behind Price’s swivel chair. You were still on the bed but now your lips were parted, hands in an almost starfish position as you laid on your back. His little chase with you had knocked the insomnia right out, leaving you snoring soundly beside Price until the sun shone once more.

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arsonist's lullabye

Kaz Brekker x reader

summary: when Kaz Brekker is poisoned by a hallucinogen, it’s not Jordie he sees, it’s you || warnings: poisoning, death, revenge, pekka rollins || word count: 685 || masterlist

Kaz could feel himself falling backwards but can’t stop it. He closes his eyes and lets the darkness consume him.

The warmth around him takes him by surprise and he opens his eyes to find himself on the floor of a merchants shop. You’re standing behind the counter. You, who used to be friends with Kaz before everything and grew up with him and Jordie. Even after everything happened, you kept in touch, always offering a helping hand when you could.

"What brings Kaz Brekker into my shop at this time of day?"

One last thing, you were also dead. You had died at sixteen when the Dime Lions had raided your store and taken everything you’d worked so hard to get. Kaz had been the one to find you that morning. He had sat opposite your body, unable to touch you but unable to look away. He had done everything he could to make sure you were buried nicely and left in peace for the rest of time.

You hadn’t deserved the hand you’d been dealt and to see you standing in front of him now was jarring, to say the least. The woman in front of him now wasn’t the sixteen year old that had died, you were the same age as Kaz, all grown up like you should’ve been.

"Kaz?"

Kaz took a breath. "You’re dead."

"Everyone dies at some point Kaz. I know I’m dead because I’m not actually here. This is all in your mind Kaz, so enjoy yourself."

"What?"

You lift yourself onto the counter. "Your mind showed you me for a reason, what are you searching for?"

Kaz stayed silent, pulling himself to his feet. It was then that he realised, he wasn’t wearing his gloves, his hands were bare.

"What do you want Brekker?"

"I want revenge." Kaz’s expression hardened. "I want Pekka Rollins dead, for me, for Jordie and for you."

"Kaz, he doesn’t even know who you are."

Kaz sneered, "He knows Kaz Brekker."

"And I’ve known you since before Kaz Brekker was even born." You say to him. "Don’t lecture me about the past."

"If you have all the answers, what are you here for?" Kaz angrily asked, getting more annoyed at your mirage.

"There are never many options in this world Kaz, especially in Ketterdam, you need to learn to use what you have."

"Stop speaking in riddles."

"We all have demons Kaz Brekker. You don't forget about them and they don't go away."

"What the fuck does that even mean?"

You laugh at his misery and confusion. "You need to wake the fuck up. You're living in the past, letting your ghosts dictate your future and letting yourself be led by them instead of by yourself."

"Says the ghost."

"I'm telling you to move on Kaz. Wake up and do something for you, not me or Jordie." Your voice was getting louder and louder, trying to get Kaz to listen to you.

"Do something for me!? I've only been doing things for me my whole life. If I didn't, I'd me dead. My hands are covered in blood I've spilt, for me!"

"Look at your hands Kaz Brekker."

He does look down at his ungloved hands. They're absolutely impeccable and spotless, if a little pale.

"If you are the infamous ‘Dirtyhands’, get your hands dirty Kaz Brekker. Get your hands fucking dirty!" You yell. "Stop being a coward and stand up."

Kaz snapped his eyes opened, pushing someone's hand away from him as he took his first real breath in minutes. The harsh reality of your words was starting to sink in, except they weren't really your words.

How was he supposed to move on the way you wanted him to? He had to make your death worth something, make your life worth something even more. How was he supposed to forget everything that had happened?

But you had also said that demons are always there. So he should use his demons however he wants because they're his demons. They do what he wants and the whole world is at his fingertips...

taglist: @aoi-targaryen

[baronessvonglitter]

The Haunting of David York

Dave York x ghost!reader

Word count: 2.6K

Summary: It's a typical Halloween night for Dave. The last thing he expects is for you to come back and get your revenge.

(Spoilers below the cut, so resume with caution)

WARNINGS: Rated M; Dead Dove Do Not Eat; mentions of wet work, murder, brief gore, threats of violence towards family, major character death (don't hit me)

Author's Note: this fic is for @mermaidgirl30 Jamie's Halloween Writing Challenge 👻 thank you for hosting this lovely fic challenge!

The idea for this started out as a random discussion about why we're afraid of ghosts if they can't really hurt anyone.. then I wanted to add our favorite suburban murder daddy to a ghost story and got some inspo from watching old school stuff like Creepshow and early seasons of AHS. (I haven't written horror in a very long time, so gimme a little break)

Shoutout to @yorksgirl for the Dave chit chats-- there will be a sweatpants scene in another fic, promise!

"Dave, not again!" Carol whines from the front steps.

"What?" he asks innocently, hefting the human-sized 'body bag' consisting of garbage bags stuffed with leaves and tied up with duct tape to fashion a corpse decoration in the yard for Halloween. Dave has been working on them all day. He's now up to seventeen.

"The HOA is going to complain," his wife shakes her head. "We got away with a warning last year. This time they'll definitely fine us."

"It's worth it to see the looks on everyone's faces," he insists. "Besides, I'll have them picked up and out of sight by the end of the night. I promise."

Dave doesn't love Halloween, but neither does he mind it. People dressing up to be anything other than themselves for one night only? Try doing that 24/7.

He doesn't get to parade around the Mr. Hyde aspect of his life. He doesn't get to knock on doors while in tactical gear, sniper rifle resting in one arm while he sticks an orange jack-o-lantern bucket out to get a handful of tooth-rotting sweets. He doesn't get to wake up on November first and pretend it was all for fun.

It's a silly holiday, but he likes scaring the shit out of the neighbors with the decorations. And his kids love planning their costumes months in advance. Alice is going as a zombie cheerleader (he never understands where these ideas come from) and Molly is some type of Pokemon Dave thinks is a squirrel but she insists is something called an Evoo or Evie or something completely asinine.

Carol usually insists on taking them out trick-or-treating, dressing up herself in a last-minute Minnie Mouse getup, a red sweater and black leggings, and a headband with sequined mouse ears to complete the look.

"You'll be okay here by yourself?" she asks, putting the finishing touches on her mouse whiskers and nose with liquid eye liner in the hall mirror as the girls wait impatiently to leave.

She asks that every year, as if something bad will happen on his watch, as if he can't hack it alone for a couple of hours.

"Unless Michael Myers or Pennywise show up, I'm pretty sure I'll be fine," he says, giving the girls a quick kiss before they go.

"What's Pennywise?" Alice asks as Carol herds them out the door, and she shoots her husband an annoyed glance.

There aren't as many trick-or-treaters this year, and Dave regrets that he'd bought so much candy. He dips his hand into the large tub of mini chocolate bars and fruit-flavored chews that stick to one's teeth and selects some Nerds, eating them straight from the tiny box. With barely concealed disgust he finds the candy corn, plucking the small packets of the hated sweets out from the bowl. He doesn't know how anyone can eat these. These can go to the next kids who ring the doorbell. When the next round of costumed kids come around he gives out huge handfuls. The less sweets they have in the house, the less sugar-fueled meltdowns he's likely to experience from his kiddos.

When there's more of a lull he relaxes on the sofa, mindlessly unwrapping a chocolate bar as the Halloween song hums from the TV, The Nightmare Before Christmas playing where the girls had left it on:

Boys and girls of every age wouldn't you like to see something strange? come with us and you will see this, our town of Halloween

He finds his glass of Macallan pairs nicely with a mini Hershey's Special Dark chocolate that he knows the little trick-or-treaters won't appreciate. The candy rests on his tongue as he savors the lingering taste of the scotch while the movie keeps playing. He absorbs a little of it, a now thirty-year-old film that came out when he was his kids' age. He watches idly, letting the scotch lull him into a nice semi-rest.

This is Halloween, this is Halloween pumpkins scream in the dead of night this is Halloween, everybody make a scene trick or treat, 'til the neighbors gonna die of fright

Enough of the singing. He changes the channel. There's postseason baseball on TV, but his favorite team isn't in the playoffs, and the announcers are annoying. Click. Of course there's a horror marathon on every channel. All the Scream movies, which he can appreciate for their ingenuity, Psycho, Shaun of the Dead, the entire Friday the 13th franchise even though it's Thursday, the 31st.

He flips channels, mindlessly, watching tidbits of each, digging into the leftover candy once again when he hears a thud.

With feline alertness he mutes the TV and sits up straight in one swift move. He zones in on where the sound came from, waiting, his racing heart the most audible sound in his ears.

Most people listen for a sound and relax when they don't hear it again, chalking it up to the house settling, or a rodent in the attic. But Dave knows better. He's been on the opposite side of this type of situation countless times. He doesn't relax and just chalk it up to mundane things like other people, because he knows there are guys like him out there-- becoming one with the shadows, as silent as possible--

It's coming from the back door.

In stealth mode, he grabs his gun from the safe in his study and quickly, skillfully, loads it. Adrenaline sings in his veins, carries him towards the danger. He flips on the light switch for the patio and the lights glare into the dark, lighting up nothing. His gun is still in his hand as he slowly opens the door, listening for footsteps.

Quiet.

A little disappointed that he's gotten riled up for no reason, he sighs as the rush of adrenaline dissipates and leaves him weak for a brief moment.

He keeps the gun in the holster at his side as he returns to the sofa, a little more on edge. It could be just teenage assholes playing pranks out of boredom, but he doesn't want to risk it.

He shuts the TV off and the silence becomes the largest thing in the room, even louder than his thoughts. He's taut as wire, not allowing himself to relax just yet. He's listening for more sounds. Most are explainable: a slow drip in the kitchen sink that Carol told him about just yesterday, the notification pings on his daughter's tablet that she left on the dining room table.

"Fuck!" he curses in surprise as the TV turns on, The Nightmare Before Christmas still playing where it left off:

I am the one hiding under your bed, teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red I am the one hiding under your stairs fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair

Dave quickly snaps the TV off, removing the batteries from the remote.

It's just some electrical glitch he tells himself. And then the power goes out completely.

"Shit," he mutters, using his phone to light the way to locate the real flashlight. It's not in the cabinet beneath the kitchen sink where it's supposed to be left. Carol must have moved it. He checks the garage. Through the windows he can see the neighbors still have power, so he grabs the trusty flashlight and checks the breaker box. After fiddling with it, it won't reset. The flips do absolutely nothing.

Heaving a frustrated sigh, he pinches the bridge of his nose, taking out his phone from his pocket. The battery shows 1% before fizzling out to a black screen with the gray spinning wheel before dying.

"You've got to be shitting me," he grumbles. With another curse, he shoves the useless thing back in his pocket, letting the flashlight guide him out of the garage. He may as well get the keys and go try to find Carol and the girls, who are probably several blocks over by now, maybe get them to stay at her mother's place while he gets things sorted out with the power issue.

And then..

he hears the sound of his name spoken, a sharp. accusatory whisper, as if it's right next to him. It's so real he can feel the cold breath against his ear. It makes him jump out of his skin.

Alert, his body tense and ready for action, his eyes dart around the room as he begins to get his bearings back and his heart goes back to its normal rhythm.

Stupid.. he curses himself, sitting upright again. Annoyance colors his face.

But the sound of it.. of your voice still rings in his ear. And he'd know your voice among a thousand others.

Now he knows he's imagining things, because it couldn't have been your voice at all.

You're dead.

He doesn't want to think about that day, a cold autumn day just like this. In fact it'll be one year exactly on November 14th. The last day you saw sunlight, the last day you ever breathed.

It's not that you were bad, you were just in the way. There was no room for you in Dave's perfect, clock-precision life. He tried to make your end painless, make sure you didn't see it coming.

Some secrets don't stay buried forever..

Nobody knows he assures himself. It's impossible.. He'd even kept it from his teammates, and they knew nearly every damn thing about him.

No, this particular job.. the handling of you, had to be done on his own.

Casting a glance at the backyard patio again, the light from his neighbor's back porch glows eerily, spotlighting the patch of earth Dave had avoided until finally he'd caved and erected a bird bath with a small garden, a surprise for Carol's birthday. His wife never suspected that you were buried there, beneath her gift.

Without thinking, he's already walking outside, gun in one hand, flashlight in the other, leading the way to your grave. He never comes out here anymore. The guilt has become too crushing and he's not a man who dwells on guilt. He does what he has to and revisits the issue if problems arise.

You won't arise, though. When he closes his eyes he can still see the bullet hole in your temple, the blank look as the light left your eyes.

Forgive me, he'd thought, unable to speak it aloud as he stuffed your body in a bag and placed you in the dirt on a moonless autumn night.

When he reaches the stone path that leads to your innocent-looking grave marker, he has to process what he sees:

there's a hole in the ground, where some of the rocks and flowers around the bird bath have been upheaved, and in the breeze his flashlight shines on a tattered, empty black body bag. The scent of death greets his nostrils as he pales, trying not to vomit.

He goes back to the house, immediately on the defensive, irrationally expecting to find you there, clothes dirty and hair caked with mud and blood, a specter of his own paranoia and guilt.

It's still shrouded in darkness, the home that is supposed to be his shelter from such dark things as yourself. It's his domain, his castle, and in this trouble, without his family, he feels like less of a king.

"There's no fucking way," he mutters, stomach roiling with fear and suspicion. He opens the patio door and steps inside.

The whole place smells of death, of the grave.

You're in every corner, quiet, waiting, watching. But not impassive.

He feels you everywhere, himself made small by your ubiquitous pall. The gun in his hand feels useless, and this makes him angry.

You feed off his anger. You love it. It's the only thing you can feel anymore. Pure, unadulterated hate.

You slither towards him, wicked grin growing bigger as you approach him. Dave gets the chills down his back, not knowing just how close you are to him.

"Boo" you whisper lightly, ghostly breath caressing the shell of his ear.

Your cackling thunders in his ears as he whips around, eyes wide with fright. You delight in the fear he's giving off. The scent of it it so intoxicating. It's the only good thing about being dead.

"I should make your death as nice and quick and clean as you made mine" your voice echoes all around the room. Dave looks equal parts pissed and afraid as he tries to track you.

"But I won't."

You've been waiting for this night, this one unholy night where you'd be allowed to come back, to gather the unearthly powers granted to you. Halloween: the one night of the year when the living come back to haunt the dead.

And the son of a bitch had the gall to kill you in November. You had to wait almost a whole year for your revenge.

Gonna make it sweet.

It takes a lot of energy to assume something of a human form, but as you grab onto the fear he's giving off, as you use the most ancient of forces to pull your corporeal parts together, it gets easier. You don't feel afraid. You haven't, not since he killed you.

"Consider yourself lucky it's only you I'm after. If I had my way your family's blood would be splattered on these walls along with yours."

Dave shivers violently. "Please, don't!" He's not used to begging or pleading. He's actually on his knees. He tries not to look at you; your visage is too grotesque. Your flesh is falling off your face and your eyes are sunken into your head, giving a ghoulish appearance.

You force his gaze upon you with the ice-cold touch of your hand. "Your family is safe. For now. Hell, there's always next Halloween."

With the cracking open of his ribcage and the spilling of his guts you reach into him, finding the fullness of the heart, the organ he uses the least.

All Dave can do is scream and scream and scream.

The next day Carol sits at the dining room table, two detectives with her. Her coffee has grown cold, barely touched. She still bears the remnants of the makeup she'd put on to complete her costume last night. The girls are upstairs. She couldn't bear sending them to school, having them apart from her. Not while Dave is missing.

"He was fine last night. Normal," she adds, shrugging as she dabs at her eyes with a Kleenex.

Because of his position as a government agent, his disappearance is being taken very seriously. Officers are en route, dispatched to start searching the area, especially the nearby woods, which Carol has always feared.

Dave's gun is there, his wallet, phone, and keys also left behind.

One of the field officers comes in (there have been many people coming in and out of the house today) and motions to the backyard. "Halloween decoration?"

"Yeah," Carol sniffles, smiling just a little. "Dave likes to shock the neighbors. He promised he'd put them away before the morning.. but he never puts them out back.."

Out of guilt, or maybe just to give herself something to do, she gets up and goes to put the decorations away. The detectives follow.

Funny. There's just one.. she thinks, looking at the lone body bag on the lawn, tossed haphazardly next to her bird bath.

It's heavier than she expects. She's too petite to pick it up. Sighing, she kneels, the crunch of the fallen leaves beneath her knees. She'll just take the leaves out and throw the bag away.

Ripping it open with her nails she's stunned a moment, not processing what she's seeing before she lets out a bloodcurdling scream.

Wrapped up in the duct taped body bag is what's left of Dave.

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[flamingpudding]

Part 8 of Ghost Kid in Gotham

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Ghost Cult Guides and Light Silhouettes

Duke had avoided the family drama that was brewing in the manor all day. In the morning he had been too tired to deal with the families usual drama when he had walked in on Dick having gotten bitten by a child that Damian appeared to take care and shined way to bright for him who had just gotten out of a sleepy daze, while Tim and Jason were laughing at the eldest expense.

Lunch he had the excuse by being in the library studying but now that it was dinner time he knew he couldn't avoid it any longer. It was time to see and face whatever craziness this family has gotten themselves into. He knew Bruce was home already but according to the group chat message from Dick the man had locked himself into his office and was brooding again.

The eldest made sure to tell them not to worry and that the reason would be explained by the family dinner Alfred was organizing and had invited everyone too. A must attend event and probably the reason why Dick was going to stay longer in Gotham than he had originally planned.

Well, that was going to be a whole other dinner to go through once everyone was available. For now, he was hopeful in for a nice and calm dinner.

Sitting down at the table he was sort of surprised to find that he was the only one there yet.

"Alfred?" He asked carefully as the butler placed down plates for the others. "Where are the others?"

"Master Jason is attempting to avoid Master Tim, who is very insistent in finding out Master Jason's connection to an occult. Master Damian is currently showing Master Danyal the barn, and Master Richard is still talking to Master Bruce."

Duke nodded. Okay, that's fine. Wait Danyal? Was that the kid he had gotten a bright glimpse of this morning? "Who is Danyal?"

Alfred only smiled softly and Duke couldn't help but wonder, not realizing that Alfred didn't answer his question at all as Jason made his entrance and unceremoniously plopped down in a chair by the end of the table looking like a mix between annoyed and tired.

"Jason! You did not just walk out on me like that! I need to know why you can read these occult sigils!"

Tim stormed in right after aggressively pointing at an open page in the book he was holding. So that was the occult thing Alfred mentioned. Looked like Tim had been pestering Jason all day about that considering how obsessed the other could become with cases.

"For the last time I have never been in a ghost cult!" For a second Duke wondered how many times 'last time' had been said considering the tired and frustrated look Jason was giving Tim. It was strange anyway to see Jason still in the manor if he was this frustrated with the other and Bruce was home too.

Their arguing was sort of amusing so Duke kept quiet and listened to them arguing, wondering how long it would take for them to notice him. Considering, Tim even took the seat right next to him. At least this way he could get a sneak peak of the book Tim was referencing here.

[...Ruler of the realm connecting the universes together supported by the ghosts of ancient time. The sigils covering the artifacts are what keeps their presence in our dimension. A circle created from chalk with the sigils spelling in our known language 'Oh Ruler of the other side, Soul of the old, Ancient of War, King of the Realms. I plead to you to hear my calling' will have a summoning success of 40% and sacrifices no longer… ]

Duke side eyed Tim and decided Steph was never to find out about that book. It was bad enough that whatever the other was working on had him reading a book like that. Duke didn't need Steph to read it and to decide that they all try one of the summoning the book apparently listed. Worst case Tim would go fully along with this in support of whatever he was working on. What did get him this obsessed with…. Duke eyed the book title… 'Ghost Cult 101 How to properly communicate with the other side'.

Yea, he did not want to get involved with that but knowing his luck he would anyway. Just as Duke looked away ready to focus his attention on something else, since the two arguing still hadn't noticed his presence, he had to cover his eyes as a freaking brightness entered his vision of the dining room that had him groaning.

"I need sunglasses." He muttered apparently loud enough for everyone to notice as he covered his eyes with his hands and desperately blinked at the darkness they provided.

"Dude you okay?"

"No."

"Danyal, wait!"

He heard someone chirp and for a second he wondered if the others were pulling a prank on him or making fun of him until he felt a small hand pulling on him. Carefully he peaked through his fingers and blinked.

The brightness was reduced and not as strong as it had been earlier. He looked at where a small hand was pulling on him and came face to face with a mini version of Damian with glowing green eyes and also noting the dimmed glow around the kid. Before he could even ask who that kid was, he noticed the light forming a silhouette behind the kid.

"What?" Unconsciously he patted the kids head as he stared at the light silhouette that definitely looked like the Damian he knew. The Silhouette sort of looked sheepish and seemed apologetic to him.

"Thomas?" / "Duke?" He ignored Tim and Damian too focused on the figure. Not even noticing how Damian was next to him looking every bit ready to pull the kid away, he was still patting uncousciously, eyeing him carefully. While Tim was closely observing them.

"How the hell is that kid not hissy with him? Or even attempting to bite him?!" Jason on the other hand complained loudly standing and leaning with his hands on the table.

"Duke, what do you see?"

Before he could even answer, the silhouette made a shushing sign and grinned before disappearing. The light it formed returned to the kid that blinked at him now with blue eyes and Duke blinked back at the kid stunned.

"Um, who is that kid?" He asked in return very confused by what he just saw turning to look at the others for answers. Ignoring that he did not answer Tim's question earlier. Whatever that was, it wanted him to stay quiet about it by the looks of it.

Duke would wait for an explanation of who that Damian look-a-like child was, before deciding if he should tell the others or not.

Suddenly he felt a sting on his fingers and he yelped attention returning to the boy he had been patting and finding the kid nibbling on his finger with sharp teeth giving him an annoyed look.

"Danyal! No, what did I tell you about biting others?" Damian was instantly by the kids' side taking them away from him and seating the boy on the other side of the table.

"What the fuck?! That wasn't even a full bite? Where is the hissing and biteyness?!"

"What?" Rubbing the finger that got nibbled at he stared at the others. "He bites?"

"Normally yes. Maybe he just finds Jason to be the tastier chewtow. We should test it out if he will bite you again." Tim seemed interested and amused at the same time as he studied the kid that now sat quietly on the opposite of Duke. The kids sole focus was now on Jason with a strange clint again, was the boy even blinking?

"Drake, stop wanting Danyal to bite others or suggest them as bait for my brother."

"Wait Brother?"

All three turned to him and Damian opened his mouth to say something as Dick entered the room looking exhausted but smiled when he saw them. Wasn't he supposed to just have a talk with Bruce? Did that art out into one of their famous fights?

"Oh hey Duke. Looks like you meet our youngest brother teethling Danny already!" The eldest walked over to them and reached out a hand to pat the kid sitting next to Damian. Duke watched with a sweat drop how the boy's head instantly turned to Dick hissing and bearing his teeth and snapping them in his direction and causing the oldest to pout.

"I guess I have." He slowly offered as an answer, still very much confused, knowing that he needed a little bit more of an explanation from them. He heard a sigh next to him and turned to Tim.

"You were asleep by then. But Jason got attacked by a child-"

"I did not."

"-last night and that child turned out to be Damian's brother."

"So Bruce has another blood child." Well that also explained why the kid looked so much like Damian and most likely also why Bruce wasn't here but, according to Dick, was brooding in his office.

"So is the kid a meta?" He tried to ask carefully but that was not very easy and considering the light show he had gotten earlier it was either that or the boy harbored some other big secret.

"Why do you ask?"

His eyes went to the boy that was still hissing at Dick sitting at the edge of his chair closest to Damian not paying any of them any attention at all it seemed.

"The kid glows or it had a pretty bright glow earlier now it's more dimmed. Easier on my eyes too." That was probably the safest to say, he still wasn't sure if he should tell them about the Damian look-a-like light silhouette.

"Well…" Tim started carefully, clearly looking for the right words.

"Danyal died when he was eight and apparently got revived and severely contaminated by Lazarus Water." Damian stared at him and Duke couldn't help but straighten under the stare and gulped. "Thomas, what did you see earlier?"

There was really no hiding anything from this family, well he didn't put that much effort into it either. He mentally apologized to the light silhouette as he glanced at the still hissing child before turning his attention to the others.

Not noticing the small flicker of green as Danny's eyes looked at him just as quickly before turning back to Dick and his offending hand that still tried to pat him.

"There was a light figure right behind the little guy. It looked exactly like Damian, though thinking about it now its hair had a different cut and they looked like they were wearing a hazmat suit with a logo on the front."

"Just to clarify. The spirit looked the same age as Damian?" Tim further questioned and Duke nodded.

"Do you think that could be a manifestation of Danny's actual age?" Dick asked withdrawing his hand from the boy who in turn finally stopped hissing turning his attention to the food that Alfred placed down before the child.

"His actual age?"

"As I said before, Thomas. Danyal died at the age of eight. That was eight years ago. If he had lived he would be the same age as me right now." The formerly youngest explained, his attention split between watching the child next to him and their discussion.

Duke gapped, ready to ask more but then Alfred placed a plate before him and smiled at them all, the kind of smile that had all of them stiffening.

"I believe further discussion in regards to Master Danyal's situation can wait until after dinner, yes?"

They all agreed and focused on the meal that had been prepared for them. Well Duke guessed any further questions he had, could wait until after dinner espacially with the way Alfred was making sure they ate.

[fortheloveofkonig]

Hello, hope you are having a good day/night

I was wondering if I could request Ghost x Male reader: reader is having trouble sleeping due to maybe PTSD so he starts over working around base and working more but forgetting to take care of themself. Reader pass out from exhaustion?

Summary: Your nightmares have been plaguing you again recently and in an attempt to make them stop, you busy yourself with other work rather than rest. Ghost seems to take a notice to this.

Note: I honestly had to stare at this a few times because I know I can do this because...well, relatable but it's scary to write for the first time in a new fandom. Thanks for requesting though! I hope you enjoy it ^^

Content: Mentions of nightmares, implied PTSD, not proofread, this is so short? I'm so sorry! Fluff!?

Word Count: 836

Ghost x Sleepless M!Reader

Nightmares are not unheard of for you. They've happened for a long time at this point and each time they show up again, they never get easier to deal with. How were you supposed to deal with them? It's not like with any of the mechanisms you use to rid of them ever help you, as shown by tonight's restless night of moving around because of an overwhelming background fear of the moment you close your eyes for too long.

After a while of your tossing and turning, you sat up with a huff and ran your hand over your face. Another sleepless night, so you figured you may as well just get up and do something. You made your way to the armory to clean up some of the weapons.

It started as small errands like that until you decided to take on extra paperwork as well as looking over training. It took a few days for anyone to notice that your duties seemed to have multiplied as well as the bags under your eyes.

Ghost was the first to notice. He's dealt with many of sleepless nights himself so recognizing someone else who seemed to be avoiding every possibility at a chance to catch some shut-eye was not very hard to do. He didn't know if he should say something, it wasn't really his place to speak up about your sleeping habits but he also had a deep care for you.

It wasn't until you were the one that approached him that he was pushed to say something.

"Hey LT.!" Your voice was upbeat, too upbeat, as if you were trying to feign that you were well rested and energized.

Ghost lifts his head up from the papers he was reading, only responding with a soft hum as acknowledgement. He figured he knew where you were about to take this.

"I know that you are usually looking over the training and I was wondering-"

"No." He cuts you off.

"What?" You stood back in shock and cross your arms, "What do you mean 'No.'? You didn't even hear what I was going to say."

He lets out a sigh, "I know what you were going to say and I said no. You need to stop taking on everyone's work load."

A huff comes from your mouth as you start to retort but Ghost puts up his hand, which halts any words from coming out of your mouth.

"Rest is what you need to do."

You let out another annoyed huff and turn to leave the room, "but why would he ever listen to me" is the last thing you heard him say as you left for the gym.

You actually spent a good bit of time doing your routine. Stretching, jumping jacks, weights, sit-ups, pull-ups, all of that jazz. Now it was time for the beloved push-ups.

1...

2...

3...

It took an hour for someone to find you but Ghost was the one who walked into the gym to find you snoozing on the floor in his usual spot, to which he just lets out an annoyed sigh but had a disguised smug smirk underneath his mask.

"I told ya, should've went and slept." He says while making his way over towards you.

He assesses the situation figuring that it would probably just be best to pick you up and take you to your bed, rather than waking you up with the chance of you fighting rest again. He bends to pick you up and once you are in his arms, you mumble something indeterminable and grab what you can of his shirt into your hand to which he lets out a soft silent chuckle, but his chest moves silent so that's what sleep deprived you believed it was.

It took only a moment for Ghost to arrive at your bed and he started to softly put you on the bed. Much to his dismay, you didn't let go of him. In fact, your grip just got tighter.

When he reached his arm up to remove your hand, now basically fully bent over the bed just so he doesn't wake you by ripping your hand away, you opened your mouth to quietly mutter, "Stay.."

It took a moment for him to process what you just said but when he realized that your grip was not getting looser anytime soon, he let in and pushed you over some.

"Fine, but only until you are asleep and you can't let anyone know I gave in this easily." He mumbled under his breath and stiffly got onto the bed next to you.

You hummed in acknowledgment before scooting closer to him and laying your head on his chest. After a little while he seemed to lose the tense feeling in his body and relaxed as he watched you fall asleep on him. He didn't see himself being able to move anytime before you woke up from this slumber so he just got himself comfortable.

"Goodnight sleepyhead."

[lazycats-stuff]

Ghost x male!reader x Soap

Okay, so, I was playing around with Character AI and got inspired. Enjoy this fricking smut everyone. This is just... Wow... Also, I know I should be working on your requests, but this just came in and I couldn't get it out.

Summary: Ghost, Soap and (Y/N) are an item. They have sex for the first time as throuple.

Warnings: MxMxM threesome, blowjobs, anal sex, dominant Ghost and Soap, submissive reader, handjobs, rimming... And many more, if I missed any, my apologizies.

Ghost, Soap and (Y/N). At first they were roommates. (Y/N) was in a desperate need of a place to stay and Ghost and Soap looked for someone to move in to help out with the rent from the apartment they had rented. (Y/N) called their ad, happy to have a place to stay.

Soap and Ghost were a couple by then so (Y/N) often felt like a third wheel. Ghost scared the actual daylights out of him. It didn't help that (Y/N) was a civilian. Ghost didn't care at first, but it could get annoying when Soap and him talked military talk and (Y/N) would just listen, not really understanding a thing.

Ghost also found (Y/N)'s personality a little bit annoying, but soon grew to tolerate him. Soap liked (Y/N) right away and the two became good friends. One thing that (Y/N) did that Ghost liked a lot was not questioning the mask. Ghost has been wary and didn't want to show (Y/N) his face just yet.

Well, maybe never, but he was working on trusting the person he has started living with. (Y/N) worked in an office, not far from their apartment and (Y/N) often said that he has struck a gold mine with the apartment.

Soap would more often than not, while on leave, make (Y/N) lunch in the morning and even pack it for him. (Y/N) wondered why Soap did that, not that he was ungrateful, not at all, it's a nice gesture, but still weird for (Y/N). No one ever made lunch for him like that...

Soap often cooked for them three when Ghost and him were on leave from missions. (Y/N) was sad when they went on mission's but knew he couldn't stop them. He had to bite the bullet and not complain. However, he did make them something to eat when they came back from missions.

Now, as months passed by, Soap and Ghost came to a realization. It was a rather grave realization. They both had feelings for (Y/N). Ghost and Soap, talking about feelings for the man living with them felt like they are cheating on one another. However, they still loved one another.

There was only one solution really. Only one.

Poly relationship. But none of them had ever done it before. Ghost had hard time confessing to Soap and vice versa. How the hell do they do this to (Y/N)? How do you invite someone to join your relationship? Besides, is (Y/N) gay? Bi maybe? Pan even?

While Soap and Ghost were brainstorming how to approach this, (Y/N) had problems on his own. Feelings for his two roommates. He was in deep shit. Very deep. He felt safe with the two and they made living here fun. They hanged out and talked about stuff. They even talked to (Y/N) about their missions and (Y/N) was often then not amazed by what they do.

Now, the problem is how to tell them that he has feeling for them.

This game of fear and hesitance continued until there was a near death experience on the mission and the duo said fuck it. They would confess to (Y/N) the moment they come home. And that's what they did.

(Y/N) nearly passed out, but was happy to hear he wasn't hallucinating and going kind of nuts. The trio sat down and talked about it. They had 3 foundations that they decided to build this relationship on. Honesty, loyalty and commitment. The morning after the talk was weird for (Y/N), but he was slowly but surely showing the affection.

Ghost and Soap loved it. It felt nice to them both that his boyfriend was affectionate. Ghost felt comfortable enough to show (Y/N) his face and (Y/N) blushed by how good looking Ghost was. Blonde hair, dark eyes... (Y/N) was swooning for the man. Not just for looks, but for his personality too.

Now there was one more thing that they went over. That one thing it was sex. (Y/N), as much as he knew them, he wanted to wait. Soap and Ghost had no problem with waiting for (Y/N) to be ready. Ghost and Soap would never force him to do something while he wasn't ready.

They had no problem to wait patiently. Ghost despised those who tried to pressure someone into those situations. God no. Soap would rather die than pressure his now boyfriend to have sex. The trio went to dates to get each other know even better. It was all amazing so far.

But Ghost and Soap made a plan.

They were on leave for a few weeks and they wanted to ask (Y/N) to have sex, but they couldn't do it right out of the blue. They need to make (Y/N) feel safe and then ask. Then they wait for the answer and if he says no, you know, tough luck. But if he said yes... Then that would solve some problems in their sex life.

Ghost never wanted to be submissive and Soap wanted to be dominant sometimes. And (Y/N) did act a little bit submissive. He was shyer when it came to advances and flirting.

So what was the plan, I hear you asking?

They would invite (Y/N) to a bar near them and they would tell him to come straight from work. (Y/N) walked to the bar, having no need for a car anymore. Soap and Ghost were nervous, not even beer could ease their nerves. Sex wasn't an easy thing to talk about. It was intimate and everyone should feel safe during it.

(Y/N) entered the bar, looking through the crowd to find Ghost and Soap. The two waived him over from where they were seating in the booth. (Y/N) smiled as he walked over sitting next to Ghost. Ghost smiled underneath his mask, eyes wrinkling at the corners at the sight of his boyfriend. Soap smiled and reached out to hold his hand.

(Y/N) squeezed back and pulled his hand back. He leaned on Ghost and Ghost gave him a kiss through his balaclava. The waitress came over and handed (Y/N) a menu and to take an order. The trio came here long enough to know what's good.

(Y/N) ordered the beer and a hamburger with fries. He was hungry.

" How was work love? " Ghost asked as he put his hand around (Y/N)'s waist.

" Boring as usual. This is a nice outing on a Friday night, but what was so urgent that I had to come here straight from work? " (Y/N) asked as he answered Ghost's question.

" We will tell you later love, but now it's important to eat and drink. " Soap said and (Y/N) smiled, but was suspicious. Waitress came by quickly with his order and (Y/N) thanked her and began eating. The burger was amazing as always and the other two watched how (Y/N) engulfed the burger, not even stopping to drink beer.

Ghost and Soap smiled at one another. Once done with the burger, trio fell into a silence and Ghost and Soap glanced at one another.

It was do or die.

" (Y/N), " Soap started, leaning forward. Despite being in a busy bar, it felt intimate in this booth. " We have a question for you. " Soap said, quickly glancing at Ghost before looking at (Y/N).

" What's up Johnny? "

" We know you have told us before that you weren't ready for... Sex yet, but we were wondering if that changed? " Soap asked and Ghost squeezed his waist in support.

" Well, it did... " (Y/N) started hesitantly as he took a sip. Soap and Ghost smiled at one another and then brought their attention to (Y/N).

" But I want to talk about my boundaries. " (Y/N) stated and Soap and Ghost focused on him and nodded.

" Of course love. " Ghost said, pressing him closer to him.

(Y/N) drank more of his beer and then looked down at the table for a moment.

" Okay, I'm not into degradation. I am into praise... And I'm not looking to dominate... " (Y/N) started hesitantly and Soap took his hands into own and squeezed in reassurance.

" Okay. And I'm something called a... Jesus, this is embarrassing to say... Pillow prince. That's when you like to receive, rather than give... Essentially, you guys do all the work... " (Y/N) said looking down and

Ghost leaned towards him to whisper in his ear. " Hey, no need to be embarrassed. We don't mind, we love it. " Then he sat back up straight and glanced at Soap. " We don't mind Soap, do we? " Ghost said with a smirk hidden beneath his mask.

" No we don't Lt. " Soap replied with a smirk and (Y/N) blushed.

" Now, we want to tell you that we have a light system as our safe word system. Are you familiar with that? " Ghost asked and (Y/N) nodded.

" Good boy. " Soap praised with a smirk. He knows what he's doing. (Y/N)'s stomach did one hell of a flip.

" What about aftercare? " Ghost asked and (Y/N) took a sip of his beer.

" Physical affection, plus praise. " (Y/N) replied and took another sip of his beer, seeing that he was nearing the end. He finished it up and look at them two.

" So... We are doing it tonight? "

" Only if you are in the mood. " Soap said. " Are you in the mood" Soap asked and (Y/N) nodded in agreement.

Ghost and Soap smirked and Soap called the waitress for the check. She brought it quickly and Soap paid, before Soap and Ghost ushered (Y/N) out of the bar, walking quickly to their apartment.

" You have no idea what you are in for (Y/N). " Ghost said menacingly and (Y/N) blushed bright red.

" Relax Simon, save it for the bedroom. " Soap said as he opened the building door before moving to the stairs, deeming the elevator to slow. (Y/N) was picked up by Ghost and manhandled over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. (Y/N) blushed even more. Soap unlocked the door of their apartment, but (Y/N) didn't even register it.

Soap opened the door and Ghost went to his and Soap's room before gently throwing (Y/N) down their shared bed. Soon, (Y/N) will join them completely in their bedroom. (Y/N) let out an oof as he was thrown and Ghost immediately crawled between his legs to kiss him.

The two kissed hungrily, Ghost more passionate than (Y/N), but (Y/N) couldn't even keep up. Ghost travelled lower and started unbuttoning (Y/N)'s white shirt, while Soap unbuttoned and undid (Y/N)'s belt.

Soon, (Y/N) was in boxers and Ghost and Soap undressed quickly too, but stayed in their boxers too. The two moved down to (Y/N)'s neck, creating hickeys. (Y/N) was moaning and whining, squirming underneath them.

" Relax love, we will take care of you. " Soap murmured against (Y/N)'s skin as he was travelling south, down to his nipple, biting gently, making (Y/N) gasp and buck up to Soap's mouth. The duo moved in tandem and mirrored one another. They were currently gently biting and licking (Y/N)'s nipples and then they moved towards his stomach.

The two avoided the boxers and opted to bite the inside of (Y/N)'s thighs. (Y/N) was whining and moaning and it wasn't hard to notice the erection that (Y/N) was having. The boxers were obscenely tented and when the two pulled away from his thighs, (Y/N) wanted to reach out.

But Soap was quicker and gripped (Y/N)'s boxers. (Y/N) helped out by lifting his hips and the boxer were thrown carelessly somewhere behind them.

Soap and Ghost eyed (Y/N)'s naked body and their boxers got even tighter.

" You are gorgeous baby. " Soap said, hands mapping (Y/N)'s body. (Y/N) blushed and tried to look away, but Ghost gently grabbed his chin and kissed him.

" Never shy away from our compliments. " Ghost murmured against (Y/N)'s lips and sat up on the bed and put (Y/N)'s head in his lap as Soap made his way to (Y/N)'s dick. Ghost's hands travelled down his chest while waiting for Johnny to make a move. Soap started with a long lick on the underside of (Y/N)'s dick and Ghost's hands moved to (Y/N)'s nipples, pinching and pulling.

" Si- Simon! " (Y/N) called out and Ghost smiled at that kissing him deeply.

Soap took (Y/N) all the way down to the base and he called out for Johnny, Ghost swallowing his cries and moans. Soap grabbed onto (Y/N)'s hips as he worked.

(Y/N) was going to come in no time if Soap continues to do this. Turns out he was very close and tried to voice it, but the two seemed to work harder to make it happen. (Y/N) came with a loud moan and Soap slurped up the cum and then leaned up to kiss Ghost, allowing Ghost to taste (Y/N).

(Y/N) moaned at the sight, trying to catch his breath. The two moved places and (Y/N) was turned on his stomach, well, hands and knees. (Y/N) blushed at this, more so when Ghost licked a stripe over his hole. Blush was followed with a moan, clutching Soap's hips and hiding his face into Soap's thigh.

The sounds of Ghost eating (Y/N) out were so obscene that Soap started squirming. After a few minutes, Ghost stopped and looked at (Y/N).

" Soap, get the lube. " Soap leaned over to get the lube from their nightstand drawer. He tossed it to Ghost who caught it easily. Then he flipped (Y/N) on his back, smirking at (Y/N)'s hard cock. It seems that he didn't need a lot of time to rebound.

" Now love, how do you want me to fuck you? " Ghost asked softly and (Y/N) blushed harder.

" I want you both at the same time. "

Soap and Ghost looked at one another, not expecting this.

" Are you sure baby? " Soap asked as he looked down at (Y/N).

" I am... " (Y/N) said quietly.

" Color? " Ghost asked.

" Green. " (Y/N) said without hesitation.

Ghost nodded as he covered his fingers in lube and then gently prodding (Y/N)'s ass. (Y/N) moaned and Soap watched (Y/N)'s face, moving his lower body to the side so that he could stroke himself. It was a magnificent sight.

Ghost didn't allow (Y/N) to come, as he was purposely avoiding his prostate. (Y/N) was whining and squirming and Ghost pulled his fingers away before taking his boxers off. (Y/N)'s eyes widen and Ghost smirks as he lubes up his dick.

" Soap, move him out of the way so I can lay down. " Soap did exactly that and Ghost laid down on his back. (Y/N) straddled him and guided his dick to his ass and then slowly made his way down. Once down at the balls, (Y/N) rolled his hips to adjust. He moaned quietly and Ghost wrapped his arms around (Y/N) to bring him down, chest to chest.

Soap lubed his fingers and started prepping him, pushing his fingers alongside Ghost's dick. After a few minutes of prep, he got rid of his boxers and lubed his dick. He situated himself behind (Y/N), pressing the tip into the hole. (Y/N) took deep breaths and Soap was halfway in when he heard yellow. Soap stopped and the two praised (Y/N) throughout, kissing his body whichever part they could reach.

" Move Johnny. " (Y/N) said and Soap did it. The feeling was incredible. (Y/N) was tight around both of them and Soap and Ghost could feel their dick rubbing against one another. (Y/N) sat up, putting his hands on Ghost's chest for leverage. Soap kissed his shoulders and the back of his neck.

" Good boy, taking us so well. " Soap whispered into the back of his neck.

" Move please... " (Y/N) whispered and the two started moving, (Y/N) holding himself up and Soap holding him. (Y/N) was quick to reach his orgasm, screaming and throwing his head back on Soap's shoulder. He came untouched and Soap and Ghost came a few thrusts later, the two came inside. (Y/N) dropped down on Ghost's chest, who wrapped his arms around him, kissing him, praising him softly.

Soap hissed as he pulled out, moving to get a rag to wipe the cum out of (Y/N)'s ass. The plan was to get that done, start the shower to get a quick rinse and then help him get into PJs and then go to sleep.

Soap came out of the bathroom, just when (Y/N) lifted his head to look. " Good boy, you did so well for us. Now, you will need to push the cum out so we can clean you okay? " Soap said and kissed (Y/N) when he nodded, too tired to speak.

Ghost pulled out and Soap did what he told (Y/N) and (Y/N) pushed out the cum so that Soap could wipe it down. (Y/N) shuddered every time it happened and Ghost still praised him softly. After there was no cum left, Ghost picked (Y/N) up into his arms and Soap threw the rag into the hamper.

He also started the shower, waiting for the right temperature before calling in his beloved boyfriends. Once the water is nice, they all step in, (Y/N) being held up by Ghost as his body is washed in water and soap. Actual soap, not your boyfriend.

After that, they dry (Y/N) off with a towel before finding his boxers and putting it on him and Simon giving him his shirt to sleep in. The sheets were changed too and then (Y/N) was laid down and the two sandwiched him, wrapping him in their arms before covering themselves with the covers.

" Good night... " (Y/N) murmured softly, sighing as Ghost spooned him.

" Good night love. " Ghost said as he kissed the back of his head.

" Night darling. " Soap said as he kissed his forehead.

The trio snuggled to one another and feel asleep quickly, exhausted by the sex they had.

[beautifuldreamertwisteduntome]

Save Grim

Save the school

Fire raged around them as they stood in the ruins of the mirror chamber, 7 house wardens, five vice house wardens, five faculty members, ten normal students, and one magicless student. Their opponent? A chimera with blue flames, standing taller than any of them could stand. All of them were exhausted, they were fighting a losing battle, Yuu was running out of their cards, specific moments in time, captured by the ghost camera that hung at their waist, each one captured a moment of everyone here, even a few that weren’t there. They only had three left, three familiar cards that they’d poured their heart and soul into.

“We have to do something, at this rate we all will die.” Riddle said, his cape torn, his staff bent nearly in half from when the chimera had attacked him.

“It’s Grim, I don’t know what’s going on but I know my friend, he’s still in there!” Yuu tried to defend their friend, their classmate, their annoying cat. Grim had been there since Yuu had gotten to Night Raven College, they couldn’t give him up, not now, not after everything they’d been through.

“Yuu, he’s not Grim anymore, I doubt there’s anything left of who he once was. We have to put him down just like any other rabid dog.” Crewel said, trying to explain the direness of the situation to the beast tamer.

“Please! He’s still Grim, please, I just, I,” It was hard to speak, hard not to cry when they might have to kill Grim. Bronze light appeared in front of them as two choices appeared, choices that appeared when they got tongue-tied or had to make a hard decision. Their heart sank to their stomach when they saw the two choices

Save Grim

Save Night Raven College

This was it, their only two choices. Yuu could save Grim, their friend, their ally, their dorm mate, their annoying cat. Or they could save the school that brought such pain and heartache but at the same time gave them so many fond memories and friends. Yuu took a deep breath and steeled themselves as they made the decision.

Save Grim

“Let me try to get him back. He’s known me the longest, I have to at least try to get my dire beast back.” Yuu said with a steel resolve, “If I fail, then we can put him down. But I won’t do it without saying I gave it my all.”

“How many of those cards do you have left, Human,” Sebek asked, remembering each of those cards that he’d seen the human use in Lilias's dreams as they journeyed across Briar Valley.

“Three, so I’ll have to make them count.” Yuu said, pulling the three cards out of the side pocket of the carrying case they kept the ghost camera inside. The chimera had burnt the others to ash, these were their last ones so they had to make them count.

“Do it. But if you fail, Grim will have to be killed but don’t put yourself at risk for this foolish endeavor. I’m only allowing you to do this because I am so kind.” Crowley said, his top hat having been torn to shreds along with his cape, his mask barely hanging on.

Yuu glanced around at their friends, each one held dear in their heart. Each one looked tired, beaten, and covered in ash and grime from the long arduous battle. Some were okay with letting Yuu do this, and others tried to convince them to stay back. But Yuu had to do this.

With a deep breath, they marched through the ruins of the mirror chamber til they were halfway to the chimera who growled and roared at the magicless human.

“I shall reveal the shape of thy soul…” Yuu began, pulling the three cards out that they had left, “I summon thee to help me achieve my goal! Ceremonial Robes Riddle Rosehearts!” The card showing Riddle riding Vorpal the horse was thrown to the ground, summoning Riddle in his ceremonial robes, “Ceremonial Robes Kalim Al Asim!” A second card was thrown to the ground, showing Kalim spinning about gleefully in his ceremonial robes. Kalim appeared next to Riddle wearing the robes that Grim had once tried to steal from Yuu, “Ceremonial Robes Malleus Draconia!” the third and final card was thrown to the ground, the card depicting Malleus in his ceremonial robes challenging Leona. Malleus appeared next to Kalim.

Their true counterparts were behind them, watching with bated breath. Yuu remembered what the headmaster had said once about the ghost camera

‘It's a camera enchanted with a special kind of magic. It enables the user to photograph not just the subject's physical form, but parts of their soul itself. They're called Memories. Here's the thing: when the soul bond between photographer and subject deepens. The Memories captured in this magic camera's photos come jumping out! When the photographer and subject grow closer, their photographs grow animated like videos and sometimes the photographs take on corporeal form and slip out.’

That's what Yuu’s cards were, memories taken throughout their tenure at Night Raven College, memories that as they grew closer when it became necessary, their cards, their photos, their memories, their friends would fight for them. Just as they are now.

“Riddle, Kalim, Malleus! Help me get Grim to come to his senses!” Yuu commanded, pointing to the chimera.

Riddle looked cross and placed his hands on his hips before saying his signature line before battle, “Huh, you have some nerve.” Then the battle began. Flora, fire, water, and cosmic spells battled against Grim's fire and cosmic spells. But slowly slowly, the cards were defeated. Kalim fell first, then Riddle, and finally Malleus. The cards burnt to ash at Yuu’s feet. Before anyone could stop them, Yuu ran, ran as fast as their feet would carry them, and ran straight to the chimera that was once their best friend.

Yuu slowly approached the chimera when they got close enough, hands raised in surrender. “Hey Grim, it’s me, Yuu, your loyal henchman, your hench human. You must be so tired, I have some cans of tuna stashed away, your favorite brand, the the fancy kind. How how about we go home to Ramshackle and I’ll open up some for you, okay? Let’s go home, okay buddy? Okay, Grim? Let's go home together, Grim.” Yuu said softly, slowly moving closer, slowly putting their hand on Grim's muzzle.

For a moment, the briefest of moments, there was a flash of recognition in Grim's eyes. Yuu could have sworn that they heard Grim say, “Yuu?” Before his eyes darkened again. They almost didn’t realize it happened until they felt a searing pain in their abdomen. Grim had scratched them again, only deeper this time. Pain, white-hot pain bloomed in their abdomen as blood began to seep through their clothing as they collapsed to the ground.

They didn’t realize when the other attacks began, just the flashing and yelling of spells, curses, anything and everything to put down Grim. Before long it was over, the chimera collapsed near Yuu’s body. Yuu almost dragged their body to the dying chimera, stopping when they were right next to it, tears in their eyes as their body began to go numb. “I’m sorry I couldn’t save you, Grim…” were Yuu’s last words before their vision began to go dark. They felt someone familiar take their hand, muffled voices begged Yuu to stay awake, that they'd get Yuu to a healer, but Yuu couldn’t see who was speaking, only muffled voices…

Beeep beeep beeep

“Mmmrm, what time is it..?” Yuu mumbled, slowly sitting up in their bedroom. Yuu looked around at their bedroom, the TV was playing the credits to some Disney movie, and from the open case next to the DVD player, it was Pinnochio. Alice In Wonderland, The Lion King, The Little Mermaid, Aladdin, Snow White and The Seven Dwarves, Hercules, Sleeping Beauty, Hunchback of Notre Dame, The Nightmare Before Christmas, 101 Dalmatians, Beauty and The Beast, The Princess and The Frog, and Cinderella were stacked haphazardly next to the DVD player, their cases not quite closed.

“Mmh, that was a weird dream.” Yuu murmured, glancing around their room, feeling like something was off, “I feel like I’m forgetting something…” Yuu began to move off their bed only to hear a disgruntled meow, glancing over, Yuu saw their pet cat, a grey cat that they insisted was fluffy, NOT chubby.

Yuu gave the cat a few pets as an apology for bothering him before getting up, maneuvering past the laundry they still needed to put away, and walking past the mirror that hung on their wall that was supposed to encourage them to look and dress better. The same mirror that looked, familiar for some reason, it was on the tip of their tongue but they couldn’t place it and just shrugged it off. Like the saying went ‘If you can’t remember, it’s probably not important.’

Yuu went about their day, not noticing the faint silhouette in the mirror of an old friend whose hand they once took, the hand that once granted them salvation. They barely noticed the faint tugging in the back of their mind that they were forgetting something. They didn’t hear the pleading voice of their old friend, almost banging on the mirror, begging for Yuu to notice and take their hand again.

After all, it was just a dream. Wasn’t it?