Send Me Requests! (If You Want)

Send Me Requests! (If you want👉🏻👈🏻)

I’m in a bunch of fandoms so it’s hard to keep track of them but I’ll try my best to list them. I have phases where I’m interested in writing for different fandoms, depends on the day really, but...

I’m comfortable writing for:

Daniel Brühl's characters (expect the N*zis)

Mostly any character from The Maze Runner series, including any other Will Poulter characters

Mostly any character from The 100, including other Richard Harmon characters

Eddie, Nancy, Robin, or Steve from Stranger Things, including other Joe Keery characters

Mostly any Marvel character (more inclining to write for Bucky tbh)

Draco and only Draco from HP

The band Ghost, the era 4-5 Ghouls or Cardinal Copia (never the people behind the masks. that’s a big no-no)

Oscar Isaac’s characters (haven’t seen all his movies though)

Adam Driver’s characters

Owen Teague’s characters

Roman Godfrey or Peter Rumancek from Hemlock Grove

Mostly any character from Attack On Titan

Any Evan Peters’ AHS characters (except Kai)

Connor, Gavin, or Kamski from Detroit: Become Human

Tom Holland’s Peter Parker

And probably a bunch more but those are what come to mind. Just whatever you see me write, I probably will write a request for whoever that character is. I am an AFAB and I identify with my assigned gender but I will still write for Gender Neutral or Male readers if it’s requested.

I don’t really have any rules for requests, just make sure you tell me what your preferred pronouns are for the request, and whatever other defining features you wanna add is fine too.

One thing though: ...I hate kids most of the time and I have major daddy/mommy issues, so I don’t really like writing the dad/mom!characters (like if so and so character became a parent with reader fic). I’ve written them before and it’s super hard to do when I’m not in it 100%. Ya know? So you can request them but I can’t promise I’ll write it. If a really good parent fic is what you want, maybe ask someone else🤷🏻‍♀️

And in terms of smut, I’m fine with most kinks but I might not be that educated on the specific kink. I will not, however, write scat, waterworks, or ddlb/ddlg/dmlb/dmlg.

Anyone can send me any story requests though, I just might not be in that specific fandom.

Hi do you think u can do a Roman Godfrey imagine where they are dating and y/n is a good innocent girl but freaky with Roman and her parents want to Roman over for dinner Roman wants to piss off her dad and does subtle things to annoy him like touching y/n at the end of the night when they are saying goodbye at his car they have a heated make out sesh and Roman knows her dad is looking through the window so spices it up a bit

Of course! I will always remember you, Anon, as the first person to make a request ❤ I really hope you enjoy! Being the first request I’ve had, it might flop lol. But I hope this is at least close to what you had in mind!

Warning: Slightly NSFW

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Having such a sweet personality made everyone think you were innocent and you were, for the most part. Roman was one of many people who thought this, comparing you to Shelley or Letha levels of innocence.

But when Roman decided he wanted to play games with you, he was shocked to find out you could play games just as well as he could.

After getting to know you some, he quickly realized that the sweet innocent side to you actually wasn’t a front like some people faked. You were genuinely caring, and probably the sweetest person he’d ever met besides Shelley.

But something about Roman could make even the most angelic human on earth act like a demon behind closed doors once in a while.

Roman definitely brought out your wild side, not in a bad way either. He surely got you to come out of your shell.

For as long as you can remember, you’ve always been sweet and you knew that’s how you wanted to live. But you’d admit, it was fun letting loose with one of your favorite people. Not having to worry so much about consequences and such.

Yours parents were bewildered and astonished that their sweet little girl could date someone so...not like you. They didn’t know how to react when you told them, especially your mother.

Your father however, organized his feelings pretty quickly. The first thing he wanted to do was find Roman, kill him, and feed him to the family dog.

But instead, he asked you to invite Roman over for dinner.

Now if it was literally anyone else, even the Rumancek boy, you wouldn’t feel as panicked to invite them over. But knowing Roman, you knew it had no chance of ending well.

But you couldn’t exactly say no to your loving parents. You knew they just wanted to protect you, even if it was unbearably annoying.

You internally groaned when you saw Roman smirked evilly when you asked him to have dinner with the ‘rents.

You told him and made it very clear that your father already did not like him, but he only responded with, “I’m not gonna let an old man scare me away from being with you.” Then giving you a quick kiss on the forehead before walking off to find his sister.

Off to a fabulous start...

Roman already knew how he was going to act at your place as soon as you told him to behave. He wasn’t one to take orders, even from you. He wasn’t going to be disrespectful per say, but definitely wasn’t going to be intimidated by some old guy. Even if he was your father.

Getting ready for the dinner was nerve wracking already. Your palms were already starting to sweat slightly, heartbeat irregular, some of your nervous ticks sticking out like a sore thumb.

Your mother noticed this of course, you smoothing down your blouse to the point of your hands turning a soft pink was a clue indeed.

“Don’t worry, sweetie. I’ve already convinced your dad to kill him quick and painlessly if he chooses to go that route.” She joked, showing a sickeningly sweet smile.

“Ha ha, not funny.” You huffed.

You almost screamed in terror when the doorbell rang twice. Roman had already texted you that he was on his way, but you were so nervous that anything could’ve spooked you at this point.

“I’ll get it!” You quickly voiced, running to the front door.

You opened the door, revealing the man you’re so fond of. His hair was slicked back and his mouth upturned in his usual smirk that made your knees go weak.

“Hello, my dearest.” He smirked, leaning over to give you a kiss but you quickly dodged it, making him place his lips on your cheek instead. “It’s gonna be that type of dinner then.” He hummed disappointedly.

You chuckled softly. “Not when my parents are just five feet away from us.”

Roman rolled his green eyes. “Fine.”

You brought Roman into the kitchen where your mother was currently doing some finishing touches on the main course. “Mom, this is Roman.” You introduced.

You could tell your mother was wary at first, eyeing him up and down subtly. “It’s so good to finally meet you, Mrs. Y/L/N.” He smiled warmly, reaching out his hand.

Roman’s charm quickly put your mother’s worries at ease, her giving a similar warm smile and taking his hand for a tender handshake.

“The Godfrey kid here?” You heard your father’s unnecessarily booming voice call out, promptly entering the door frame of the kitchen.

You turned around to see your father’s stoic face and almost laughed. Your father was a pretty joyful man, so seeing him play up the role of protective papa bear was a sight to see.

“Dad, this is Roman.” You said, a more obvious nervousness to your voice than before.

Roman did the same thing before. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Y/L/N.” Reaching his hand out with a smile.

“You can call me Sir, little Godfrey.”

“Dad...” You whined.

Roman only smiled, laughing it off. “Yes, sir.” He said, a slight annoyance in his voice. He wrapped his arm around your waist, and you could feel the anger by how hard he was gripping you.

You could see your father fixate his glare on his hand that was around you, and you immediately got the hint, gently removing Roman’s arm. “Dinner’s ready! Right, mom?” You voiced suddenly, trying desperately to break some of the tension.

“Uh, yeah! Pretty much!” Your mother grinned.

“Yay! Let’s go!” You exclaimed, pretty much dragging your parents and Roman to the dining room table.

Despite your nerves being through the roof, the smell of delicious food eased it just a tad.

Until Roman started to act up. Wearing a skirt was definitely a bad idea. The whole night was a bad idea, but oh well, couldn’t change it now.

While a friendly conversation between Roman and your mother started, he placed a hand on your exposed knee.

It was innocent as first. He always had been a touchy feely type and usually it didn’t advance any further than that unless he wanted sex, so you didn’t really think anything of it. 

Then you felt his hand slowly trail up your thigh, moving the delicate fabric out of the way.

You looked at Roman with a subtle glare. You balled up your fist in anger when he only gave you a playful wink.

You stopped his hand from moving any further, but he really only saw it as a challenge.

While you were struggling not to make a noise or squirm in your seat, Roman was carrying on the conversation effortlessly.

Roman finally won, reaching the spot that was aching for his touch against your better judgement.

You gasped softly, quickly covering it up with a cough. “Chicken’s a bit dry, ma.” You chuckled nervously, trying to squeeze your legs together.

Roman gave you a questioning look, feigning innocence. “I think it’s perfect, Mrs. Y/L/N. Probably the best home cooked meal I’ve had in, well, ever.” He chuckled.

Roman suddenly hit that perfect spot, causing you to spasm and slam your fist on the table. “Suck up.” You coughed out. 

“Y/N, are you okay?” Your mother asked with concern.

“Yeah, you good babe?” Roman asked, putting the emphasis on babe and faking concern.

Your father was less than pleased, glaring at Roman with such intensity that could scare most people away, but Roman just smirked,

“I’m alright!” You almost shouted. “Just suddenly not feeling well is all! Think I just had some bad cafeteria food.” You forced a laugh.

“That’s why I’ve said to always take your own lunch!” Your mother said, unknowingly saving you from being center attention.

The rest of the dinner went, well...it went.

Being teased by Roman most of the time, you were almost overjoyed when the night was finally coming to an end.

“Again, the food was fantastic.” Roman told your mother, kissing her hand, her smiling in reply.

Roman turned and kissed you on the cheek, just close enough to graze your lips. Then he turned back to your father, who’s glare never left Roman. “It was nice to meet you...sir.”

You bit your lip, waiting to see if this was the moment your father was going to finally snap. “Was nice to meet you too...Mr. Godfrey.” He said, basically gritting his teeth and holding his glare.

“Okay...well...time to go!” You said, almost pushing Roman out the door.

As soon as the door closed, Roman let out a hearty laugh. “Your old man is really something!” He put his hand over his chest while continuing to laugh, leaning against his red convertible to keep himself from doubling over.

You only glared at him. “Roman.”

“What?” Roman asked, wearing a cheeky grin. “Oh! Are you jealous that I kissed your mom’s hand? Milfs aren’t my type, darling.” He chuckled, but stopped once he realized you didn’t find what he was saying funny. “You have your father’s glare.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes and shaking your head. “I can’t believe you. I specifically told you to behave!” You fussed.

“Oh, really? Your soaked panties told me otherwise.”

You blushed, biting your lip in frustration, then letting out a tiny laugh. “I hate you...” You smiled lovingly.

Roman straightened himself out and beckoned you over with his pointer finger. And like a magnet, you gravitated towards him and into his arms.

You loved Roman’s hugs.

While still enveloped in his arms, from the corner of his eye, Roman saw someone watching the two of you at the window. He smirked when he saw that it was your father.

Being the little shit that he is, Roman pulled away from the wholesome hug and brought his lips down to yours, devouring you in a not so wholesome kiss.

You were shocked at first, but soon relaxed into it, now not having to worry about your parents seeing.

But your father was, and Roman knew that, causing him to deepen the kiss just to spite him.

Feeling Roman’s tongue massage against yours felt heavenly, making you let out an involuntary moan.

Roman opened his eyes to peek to see if your father was still at the window, and to his amusement, he was.

Roman knew he was testing his luck, but that was part of the fun. He brought his hand up to your throat and squeezed gently, while the other hand was brought down harshly on your ass with a loud smack.

You squealed happily, loving the feeling of his hands on you. But you knew it was time for him to leave, so you pulled away.

You smiled when you saw how swollen his lips were. “Alright, Casanova. Time for you to go.” You voiced, bringing your mouth just below his ear. “I’ll come by your place later.” You whispered seductively and pulled away.

“As much as I’d love that, I have a feeling sneaking out won’t be so easy for you tonight.” He said, trying to hide a smile.

You furrowed your brows and smiled confusingly. “What makes you say that?”

“Tell your dad that it’s rude to stare.” Roman said, quickly getting into his car and driving away.

It’s rude to stare? What the hell does that mean?

Turning around to head back inside your house is when you finally realized what Roman meant. You saw your father glaring at you from the window, arms crossed and his face noticeably a shade of red.

Fuck...

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WARNING: SPOILERS FOR 7x13 OF THE 100

Read at your own discretion.

...I don’t even have words for how angry and upset I am over what happened to Bellamy.

It still doesn’t feel real to me. Like, I’m just so in shock right now.

At this point, I’m just upset at how shitty the writing has gotten. It made absolutely no sense for Clarke to kill Bell. She has proven time and time again that she cares about him so much. She even chose him over the human race. THE HUMAN RACE! Yeah, I get that she has a daughter now and that does change everything. But after she left him in the fighting pits, she vowed to never forget that he was family too and she told him that. But now she shoots him for the slightest chance that Madi would be in danger? It just doesn’t make sense, for the show and Clarke’s character. And she didn’t even get the effin notebook so she killed her best friend for nothing...

I’ll admit, I love Bellarke and I’ve wanted the ship to happen for awhile now, but I love Clexa too and I would’ve loved to see Clarke reunite with Lexa somehow. I wouldn’t even care if Bellarke never happened, I was content with them staying friends. So I’m not upset just because it means no Bellarke.

Over the past six seasons, we’ve always seen Clarke and Bellamy as co-leaders. They always had each other’s backs. Even when Bell was brainwashed by Pike’s influence, he tried to keep Clarke and his sister safe. And now he dies a traitor without getting redemption? Without saying goodbye to his sister, the one person he cared about more than the entire universe? Just because he saw some “people who transcended” or whatever in that stupid cave. It’s just bad writing.

Bellamy would have never betrayed his family and Clarke would never have shot her best friend for no reason. It’s not how they’ve been written all these years.

It’s obvious to me that they killed Bellamy off for shock value, just like they did with Lexa. She was shot for no reason and so was Bellamy.

They both deserved better.

Lexa deserved to be happy with Clarke. Bellamy deserved to be happy with Echo. They both should’ve lived happy lives.

I despise Jason with every fiber of my being for how terribly he’s treated these important characters.

I never wanted to post opinions here but I have no where else to do so, plus, it feels right.

I can only hope and pray that somehow the show will get better towards the very end, but I doubt it. Sorry for the rant, I’m just so hurt by this. Still crying and shaking from the blow so this probably won’t make any sense to whoever reads this who’s mentally sound lol    

Tsundere(?) Dewdrop

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I’ll gladly admit, joining the Clergy was one of, if not the best decision I’ve ever made.

I was a college dropout, my family and I were basically estranged due to my heightened curiosity towards Satanism. 

I was an outcast. No home. No friends. No hope for the future.

Then I happened to stumble across the church, and they welcomed me with open arms. Everyone. And I had never felt such a place of belonging. It was so intense that I cried.

I had finally found a home.

Then a week went by. Then two. Then a month. And now, being part of the ministry for almost two years now, I have never felt more happy in my entire life. These people treated me better than my own family ever did, and I was so thankful.

Since I was the newest member, and slightly younger than the rest of the Sisters of Sin, I was basically treated like a baby. The Clergy, especially Sister Imperator, was always checking in on me. Always making sure I had everything I needed, that I was healthy and happy.

Honestly, it got a bit annoying. I loved it at first, always feeling so important. But then it became a slight annoyance. Like one of those waiters who asks how your food is too often.

But thankfully, after my one year anniversary at the ministry, everyone finally dialed down. Well, almost everyone.

The members of the band project seemed to have a small fascination with me. Specifically, some of the Ghouls. Swiss and Aether.

I always supposed it was because I was new, and they liked new people.

That fascination quickly turned into over-protectiveness once I got to know them and told them my story. And I’ll spare the gory details about my previous home life. Too depressing.

Soon it became a habit of the Ghouls to hang out with me sometimes when they weren’t busy being on tour and all that.

It was endearing when the two Ghouls started referring me as “sorellina,” which meant little sister in Italian. And when I asked them how they knew the language, they replied with, “when you’re stuck hanging out with the Cardinal for months on end, you pick up a few things.”

I really tried not to play favorites, but between Swiss and Aether, Swiss and I undoubtedly had a stronger connection. We had many things in common surprisingly, despite him being a demon and me being a human.

Rain was pretty friendly with me occasionally. We’d probably be closer if he wasn’t so shy, but I didn’t want to force him to be friends if that’s not what he wanted. And Mountain...he kinda keeps to himself. He’s not rude to me, but he’s not exactly social. Neither were the Ghoulettes.

Dewdrop on the other hand was a whole ‘nother story. He wasn’t exactly hostile, but he definitely not friendly.

Anytime we’d cross paths, he would almost always glare and I’d sometimes hear a quiet growl from underneath his mask. If I was reading a book in the ministry’s library that he also wanted to read, he wouldn’t hesitate to snatch it right out of my hands. Sometimes leaving light scratches from his claws. If I were to retaliate in any way, I’d get a spew of harsh words thrown at me.

What confused me is he didn’t act this way when I first joined. He was nice and interested in my story. We were actually friends. So, I just didn’t understand what I did to him. I always try to be nice to everyone, so what could I have possibly done to make Dew so mean to me?

Swiss and Aether were no help at all. Sometimes they’d just say that’s how Dewdrop is, but I couldn’t help but take it personally.

After another less than pleasant encounter with Dewdrop that might’ve involved him spilling water all over me on purpose, I was determined to know what his problem was.

I was going to get answers, today.

I nervously adjusted my Grucifix that was around my neck and tried hyping myself up while walking down the halls of the ministry in search of the smallest Ghoul.

After searching around, I finally found him.

He was in one of the halls talking with Rain, making me more comfortable with confronting him with a Ghoul who actually liked me beside him.

My determined footsteps toward the two Ghouls echoed, making them turn their horned heads at me.

Rain’s eyes widened and looked down and he started fiddling with his thumbs, a pretty cute sight. But Dew, his eyes narrowed and his tail started thrashing back and forth.

“I need to talk with you, Dewdrop.” I tried to sound as stern as I could.

“I don’t want to talk with you.” He slightly growled.

“Why? Why are you so mean to me? We used to be friends! What the hell did I ever do to you, huh?” I raised my voice.

“I suggest you watch your mouth, Y/N. Leave, now.” He threatened.

“No! I’m not going anywhere until I get answers!”

“I said, leave!”

Suddenly, I was on the floor, bleeding through my clothes. Dewdrop had clawed me on my upper arm, through my sleeve and deep in my skin.

I looked up to see Rain panicked and Dewdrop backed up. He looked angry, but not at me.

The fire Ghoul quickly retreated, leaving Rain with me.

The shy Ghoul carefully helped me up and walked me to the infirmary, constantly asking if I was okay on the way there.

But unbeknownst to you, Dewdrop retreated to the library and immediately cursed himself for letting his temper get the best of him.

Ever since you joined the ministry, Dewdrop the prettiest human he ever laid eyes on. He loved being your friend. He loved getting to know you. Then he started developing feelings, and he wanted to be with you. But instead he couldn’t help but act like bratty child.

Apparently, word traveled fast in the ministry, for Swiss and Aether barged in and immediately started fussing at Dew for hurting their friend.

“You idiot! When you like someone, you don’t slice open their arm like a piece of ham!” Aether yelled.

“I was angry, okay!” The fire Ghoul yelled back. “She just kept asking questions...”

“Because she thinks you hate her!” Swiss voiced.

“But I don’t!”

The three Ghouls were then kicked out by the librarian because they were being too loud.

Swiss sighed. “You gotta make this right.”

Dewdrop nodded. “I know. Shut up.”

Admitting that he’s wrong was something that didn’t come easily to Dewdrop, but he knew that if he was going to have any chance of being with you, he had to bite the bullet and just apologize.

He also didn’t want Aether and Swiss to strangle him in his sleep...

He got some strange looks from some Clergy members for the way he was muttering to himself more and more the closer he got to you room, reminding himself that he likes you and doesn’t want to hurt you again. He just needs to control his temper.

Dew’s heart involuntarily started beating quicker once he was outside your door. He raised his fist to knock, but he hesitated.

He sighed. Come on, get it together, he told himself.

He finally knocked and anxiously waited for you.

When you opened the door and saw Dewdrop, you quickly tried to close the door. But the Ghoul put his foot in the door, not allowing you to close it.

“I’m not gonna hurt you.” He quickly called out.

You sighed and slowly opened the door all the way.

Dewdrop clearly saw the white bandage that was covering half your upper arm, a deep red slowly coming through, feeling even guilty than he did already. He saw the fear in your eyes that was directed at him, giving him the motivation to get his apology out in the open sooner.

“Y/N, I’m sorry for hurting you.”

You scoffed slightly. “Right...”

“I mean it. I just...when you ambushed me, it just made me angry. I didn’t mean to lash out.” Dewdrop looked down in shame.

“I just don’t understand. Why do you hate me?” Your voice trembled.

Dew looked up suddenly. “I don’t!” He raised his voice, immediately muttering out an apology when he saw you flinch. “I don’t hate you.”

He blushed furiously, but he was thankful his mask covered it. “I...” He huffed. Come on, just say it. “I like you. Okay? I just didn’t know how to act around you. At first, I hated that I liked you, so I was mad. But now, I realize I don’t want to be mad. I just want you.”

Your jaw dropped. Out of everything he could’ve said, you were not expecting that.

“Well, say something.” He tried not to raise his voice.

“Firstly, thank you for apologizing. I can tell that it’s not easy for you, which makes it even more more meaningful to me.” You smiled shyly.

When he saw you smile, Dew’s tail started twitching from behind him, interested in what you were going to say and really hoping that you didn’t hate him for acting so immature.

“Secondly, I’m really flattered. I never expected you to feel this way.”

Dewdrop frowned. “You don’t like me that way, do you?”

“I didn’t say that.” Dew’s ears perked up and tried not to smile. “I’ll admit, I’ve always been attracted to you. Even when we were friends. But I was kinda preoccupied trying to figure out why you didn’t like me.” You chuckled.

“Well, I promise from now on, I’ll never treat you that way again.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” You smiled.

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Sorry for the sudden POV change. Oops.

First Post

So, the first thing I’m gonna post up here is a fanfiction...probably not the best of ideas but screw it I’m gonna do it anyway.

A Ghost fanfiction since I’ve become obsessed with the band as of late so...here you go I guess.

Summary: Reader goes to their first Ghost concert and a little mishap happens on stage during the show.

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Today’s the day!

I was finally going to my first proper ritual with a friend of mine.

I had seen Ghost live before a couple years back, but I had no idea who they were or what they sounded like. It was a concert where they weren’t the ones headlining, and I was only there for that specific headliner.

Going into it blindly probably wasn’t the best, but I ended up blown away by how amazing the band sounded. The frontman had a hypnotizing voice, and even though the rest of the band members looked the same besides the instruments they played, you could easily tell they had their own unique stage presence.

I was instantly hooked.

Going home that night, I kept thinking about the band and had some of their songs stuck in my head the whole way home.

I ended up getting little to no sleep with how many times I listened and re-listened to every song they had. Trying to memorize each one. Let’s just say it was rough trying to wake up for work in the morning.

Now, knowing all the lyrics to most of their songs and being obsessed with them, I finally going to one of their headliner shows.

My friend, who was thankfully another fan of Ghost, and I sang along to every song of Ghost that came up on my playlist on the way to the venue.

Unfortunately, there weren’t options for paying for a VIP ticket, so we left extremely early to try to be the first ones in line to be in the front row.

Fortunately though, I tend to speed when driving. Plus, I am a very competitive and determined person and I ended up getting to the venue on our preferred time and not many people were in line thankfully.

My friend joked around that Cardinal Copia, the frontman, was going to pick me when they performed their song Cirice.

If only I was that lucky.

The many hours of waiting for the venue doors to open were excruciating long and tiresome. Trying not to use my phone to cure my boredom was harder than expected, but I was so not going to waste battery power.

Thankfully, the waiting was able to cease and security checked us and let us all in to the venue.

All of us basically stampeded in, trying to get to the barricade first. 

I almost jumped and squealed in joy when my friend and I were one of the lucky people to get to the barricade first, in the middle no less. Thus, making my hopes for getting Ciriced even higher. But I tried not to think about it too much. It probably wouldn’t happen anyway...

The opening bands were pretty cool, as they usually are. I always enjoy openers even when I get super anxious to see the band I most want to see.

Finally, the lights dimmed, the fake fog rolled in, and the crowd roared, chanting, “Ghost!” over and over.

I eagerly joined in with roaring crowd when the Ghouls came out their instruments, the Ghoulettes stood at their keyboards, and finally Cardinal Copia.

There he was, in all his glory. Not gonna lie...I might’ve had a major crush on him.

Amazing after amazing song went by and I’m pretty sure my smile did not leave my face once. The band sounded even better than when I last saw them, if that was even possible.

My friend raising their eyebrows suggestively during the whole show so far, because to quote them, “Copia kept giving me eyes.” Which I did see, and yes, it almost made my heart explode.

I tried to slow my heart down once Dewdrop and Aether started duel, because I knew that meant the band was going to be playing Cirice next. My friend knew that too and they playfully elbowed my side.

And as per usual, Aether purposely threw off the duel and Dew had the crowd cheering him “winning” the guitar battle. Then, he started playing to opening notes to Cirice, making to crowd cheer even louder.

But what was strange is that, even over the riffing Ghouls and crowd’s cheering, I was able to hear a creaking noise from above the stage. I was surprised no one else heard it because to me it was so loud and annoying. I looked up and saw nothing out of the ordinary from my perspective, so I internally shrugged and tried not to think anything of it.

My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest when the Cardinal finally came back out on stage, singing the first verse.

Not only was my hope to get Ciriced, but this was also my favorite Ghost song; so even if I didn’t get chosen, I was still going to enjoy every bit of the song. The lyrics were basically etched into my heart. I knew every word.

Soon the time came for the second verse, and I was extremely anxious to see who the Cardinal picked to sing it to.

Everyone at the barricade had their hands outstretched, trying to get a shot of being Ciriced. Of course, mine was out too. If I had even the slightest chance, I was going to take it.

And by come luck, or most likely a miracle, Cardinal Copia reached out and chose to take my hand out of the hundreds that all reached for him.

My hand, that was so insignificant to him, but felt so special to me. He could’ve chosen anyone’s, but he chose mine.

The Cardinal and I locked our hands together, his mismatched colored eyes meeting mine. His beautiful voice reached my ears. If I didn’t have self control, I probably would’ve screamed.

But I chose to wear a grin instead.

Unfortunately, good things don’t last forever and my head was involuntarily upturned when I heard that same creaking noise I heard when the two guitarists were dueling.

Only this time, instead of seeing nothing out the ordinary like I did before, I saw one of the huge overhead speakers swaying...right over the Cardinal.

My eyes widened when it made another loud creaking noise, to which even the Ghouls seemed to have heard which made their heads look up in curiosity. But Copia was the only band member to not have heard it, and he continued to sing his little heart out to me.

Looking up again, the speaker was swaying violently and was sure to fall any second. 

I was probably going to get in serious trouble for this, but I’m better safe than sorry type person.

Cardinal Copia yelped, and the whole crowd seemed to gasp at once, when I gripped his wrist tightly and pulled him off the stage with a jerk.

My brain was so hyped up on adrenaline that it didn’t even process that I had pulled the Cardinal off the stage just as the speaker detached from its hooks and wires and fell to the stage.

Everyone looked to the speaker in shock and horror. It had fallen completely into the stage.

When I saw the huge speaker shaped hole in the stage, I knew I made the right decision to pull Copia off the stage.

All the Ghouls stopped playing their instruments and Copia stood up from where he fell on the floor. All the members looked at the fallen speaker then back at me, and then I realized everyone who could see me was looking at me.

I quickly released my hold on the Cardinal’s hand once I saw I was still holding it.

Copia put his hand over his heart and was visibly shaking. I was guessing nothing like this had happened before.

And before I knew it, Cardinal Copia and the rest of the band members were escorted out by security and I was harshly taken into custody, despite my friend’s overly vulgar protests.

I was placed in a room with a large man wearing a security vest. I was so screwed...

A slightly less large man entered the room and sat down across from me. “I have a couple questions for you, ma’am.” His deep voice rang out.

“O-okay.” I tried not to stutter. Failing, clearly.

“How did you know that the speaker was coming undone?” He asked, not even trying to hide that his voice was blatantly accusatory.

“I, uh, heard creaking from above the stage. At first, I didn’t really think anything of it. I thought it was maybe my imagination. But during the song, I saw that it was swaying a lot.”

“So, you thought it was okay to pull the frontman off the stage because of that then?” He snapped.

“Leave the girl alone.” A familiar voice said to the security guard that was interrogating me.

I looked behind me to see two men, one was another security guard and the other was a rather handsome man. But he was wearing the Cardinal’s outfit and had some black face paint around his eyes.

I had never tried to find out the identities or names of the members of the band, but I could easily guess that this man was who was behind the mask of Copia.

“Somehow maintenance didn’t see that clearly one of the holds on that speaker was loose.” The security man beside Copia said. 

“This girl assaulted Mr. Forge.” The interrogating guard said, pointing at me.

“This girl probably saved my life.”

My eyes widened in shock when I heard this “Mr. Forge” say that. He thinks I saved his life?

Soon after, the man who I only knew as Cardinal Copia came over and sat down beside me. And me being the awkward individual that I am, I shifted nervously in my seat and tried not to blush. “What’s your name?” He asked.

“Uh, Y/N.”

“Y/N, you saw that that speaker was gonna fall and you saved me. It might not have not killed me, but I definitely would’ve had a very bad injury.”

It was odd hearing him talk normally, usually he had a played up Italian accent (which I kind of thought was real at first). But now, he wasn’t. I couldn’t quite place it, but definitely still European.

“Well, I just did what anyone else would’ve done I suppose.” I laughed nervously.

“Well, you just might’ve saved a father from abandoning his family.” He smiled sweetly.

Goodness, I probably should’ve researched a bit. “I must say, it was amazing meeting you Mr. Copia.”

Copia’s eyebrows furrowed a little and chuckled. “You don’t have to call me that.”

“I don’t know what else to call you.” I blushed.

His eyes widened a little. “Huh, I thought most fans of Ghost would know who I was.”

“S-sorry...”

“No, no, it’s okay. It’s refreshing.” He smiled, and then gently grabbed my hand and kissed it like he would’ve done during the show. “I’m Tobias Forge, and it was a pleasure to meet you miss Y/N.” 

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Aerophobia - Mountain Ghoul (Ghost)

Soft boi vibes today lads 😊

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You watched as Mountain fiddled with his hoodie nervously, him really not loving where the band was currently headed.

It was the start of a new tour cycle, starting in the States. Meaning, they had to fly.

Now this wouldn’t be that big of a deal normally. But Mountain, being an Earth type, like to keep his feet planted on the ground.

The Ghoul loved touring, playing and seeing the fans. But he had one great fear that always came with the touring territory.

Flying.

Every time they’d have to tour by plane, it was something Mountain always dreaded. He absolutely hates it, and unfortunately gets picked on because of it sometimes.

Cirrus and Cumulus loves flying, since they are air types. The other Ghouls didn’t really mind it, besides Rain who gets a little nervous when the plane comes across some turbulence.

You weren’t new to tour life, so you’ve seen your fair share of band members who had some minor phobias of flying. But Mountain was a whole other story.

Mountain was not made for being in the air for any amount of time, even in the safety of a plane. He was made to be one with earth, nature, ground. So you understood how difficult it was for him to do this more than he ever thought he’d have to do.

Some of the crew joked that you were his designated flying buddy. Being that you had a natural calming and compassionate energy, Mountain always gravitated to you whenever he was anxious on tour.

You didn’t mind.

Mountain started tapping his foot and his breathing was uneven as the car pulled up to the private plane that was currently being fueled.

It was a pretty sad sight to see him shakily taking his suitcase out of the trunk and basically hyperventilating. You wished you could’ve calmed him down, but you knew nothing would really help.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes once you started to hear some of the Ghouls snickering at Mountain’s misery.

You gently placed your hand on the nervous Ghoul’s shoulder, him giving you an appreciative smile.

After helping a couple crewmates put away some luggage, you finally took your seat next to Mountain.

You smiled slightly when you saw him softly petting his mountain goat plushie that a fan gave him a while back, but you could still feel the anxiousness radiating off him like heat.

You mentally gasped when you realized you had forgotten to give him a gift of your own.

You reached down and grabbed your travel bag and searched around before finally feeling what you were looking for.

You pulled out a small glass vial with a chain attached to it, the vial containing a little bit of dirt from the garden of the Abbey.

Mountain gave you a confused look when you handed it over. “What’s this?” He asked, his voice wavering a bit.

“It’s a vial that has some dirt in it from home. I know it probably won’t help much, but I thought having a little piece of earth might help ease your nerves just a little.” You smiled.

Mountain just stared at the vial, shaking the contents inside gently. You were about to apologize, suddenly feeling silly. But he spoke first. “Thank you, Y/N. That’s really sweet.” He smiled genuinely.

Having the little bit of home didn’t help Mountain overcome his fear of flying of course, but it was a good reminder that he was safe.

Every time the plane would hit an air pocket in the sky, you would see Mountain clutch the vial and his stuffed animal tightly close to his chest.

Mountain ended up falling asleep much easier on that flight, leaning his horned head against your shoulder.

Still clutching that vial.

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