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acrimsoncurse · 10 months

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Loose Ends - '09 Campaign Ending Rewrite

pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Gary "Roach" Sanderson (Platonic)

word count: 1,500

warnings: character death, military violence, guns, angst tehe

summary: What if Ghost was the one alive at the end of the '09 campaign instead of Roach?

additional notes: I have brain rot still from the original '09 campaign and I'm still upset about how it ends. This is also cross-posted on ao3!

“Roach! I got you covered, go go!” Ghost waved just before he adjusted his hand on his weapon. “Watch for the mortars!” He warned as he shot off a few rounds, glancing around him before he made a run for another tree for cover. They were being compromised, the tree line being overtaken. They had to get out and Roach was far faster than him, it would be easier for him to be covered than for him to cover Ghost.

He flinched ever so slightly at the explosion followed by a yell behind him, taking a glance back and his eyes widened behind his sunglasses. “Roach!” The fire drowned out his own voice as he called for the other man. There wasn’t a second thought before he ran for him, sliding down the rest of the hill and going for him. A fear settled deep in his chest at that moment.

Gloved hands grabbing at his vest to pull him out of the way the best he could. Completely deadweight and Ghost having to really use his all to pull him. “I’ve got you Roach, hang on!” His rifle fell to his side now as he pulled him back. His light coloured uniform now covered in dirt and blood, unsure where that blood was coming from but there wasn’t much he could do in that moment. Not with the fire that was incoming.

“Roach you’ve got to wake up mate.” He told him, giving him a small shake, “I need your help here.” He couldn’t drag him and shoot but he’d damn well try if he needed to. Ghost had to let go of him for a moment, crouching next to him, aiming his gun and shooting a few rounds off before he turned his attention back to him, patting the side of his masked face. “Come on buddy, you’re not goin’ out from a fuckin’ mortar.” Grabbing a hold of his vest to drag him again and feeling the slight shift from him.

Letting out a breath of relief. Glancing at the treeline that was now being compromised as they grew closer to the landing zone. “Bloody hell.” He muttered as he watched more appear, what he hadn’t expected was for Roach to start aiming, now watching his back as he got them to safety, radioing for the chopper to take aim. It may have been only a few moments before Roach grew heavy again, his head fallen back ungracefully and his rifle no longer gripped tightly in his hands. It’d been enough time for him to be able to get them some sort of cover as he dragged him the rest of the way to the landing helicopter.

Dropping the injured man as carefully as he could so he could reposition. Grabbing at his arm, “Roach come on, wake up mate!” This time it was more of an order, while concern still settled deep within him at least he was alive. That’s all he could ask for right? Even if the crimson stains grew in size.

“Come on! Get up Roach! Get up, get up!” He hauled Roach to his feet as he slowly came to, getting a footing of his own but leaning his body against Ghosts. His arm wrapped around his midsection while he brought Roach’s arm around his neck. His gaze shifted towards the ramp as it started to open.

No man left behind.

“We’re almost there. We’ve come this far, don't drop on me now.” Ghost spoke, was it to bring Roach back into the present or was it to bring a sort of comfort to himself? The two moved forward as Shepherd started to exit and approach them. Any acts of professionalism were small, his concerns on the man who was even quieter than himself. “Do you have the DSM?”

Glancing between the two, he could feel the warmth of the blood seep through his own gloves. “We got it sir.” Nodding.

A faint chuckle had been the only thing Ghost had heard for a second despite the blades overhead. “Good, that’s one less loose end.” Shepherd's hand reached over and placed itself on Roach’s shoulder.

Ghost’s brows furrowed behind the mask, “We need a medic stat. Sandersons been—” It happened fast. With little time for Ghost to react, a split second and it had all happened and there had been nothing Ghost could do. He hadn’t expected a betrayal by any means. A pistol was brought from Shepherds side, aimed and fired. The bullet went straight into Roach’s midsection, sending him falling back from impact. ”NO” The words escaped his mouth just as quickly.

Whatever hold the two men had on one another was no longer there, hearing the thud of Roach’s body hit the ground beside him, loud groans of pain. Ghost reached for his rifle, taking aim and before he’d been able to fire he felt a sharp pain as he realized Shepherd's pistol had now been pointing at him. The pointblank impact caused him to stumble back, sending him off balance and falling in a fashion similar to Roach’s. Sunglasses clattering off his face and cracking just out of reach.

“What the—'' He groaned, feeling liquid start to seep underneath the fabric. For a brief moment he was Simon Riley. No longer Ghost, that fear from prior coming back like a wave that he couldn’t swim away from. Gasping for air that had been knocked out of his lungs, trying to process what happened. Roach. Turning his gaze to the other man who had very little movement, opening his own mouth in an attempt to find his voice as he watched Shepherd take the DSM without a care, a hand on his wrist that was easily ripped away… What was happening? Trying to speak but nothing came out, the one damn time he needed it too. Watching as Shepherd took leave and attempting to move through the pain that was blurring his vision, or were those tears?

“All targets destroyed” “Solid copy. No movement detected. 2-6 going into holding pattern”

He could hear the radios of the Shadows who approached, picking up Roach and moving him without a damn care in the world. The man no longer conscious. Every bit of him wanted to order Roach to stay awake, to fight the pain, to _stay alive._ But what was Ghost doing? Succumbing to it as well? The flaring pain paired with the lack of oxygen. This was it.

Feeling himself get picked up before he followed Roach’s move of blacking out. Only to reawaken when he hit the ground just as hard, if not harder. Being thrown close to Roach and…No movement. His chest not moving underneath his gear, his eyelids remained closed, fabric stained red. Something caught in his throat, not again… Not again this wasn’t happening again.

“Ghost! Come in!! This is Price! We’re under attack by Shepherds men in the boneyard! Soap! Hold! DO. NOT. TRUST. SHEPHERD. I’ll say it again! Do not trust Shepherd!! SOAP! GET DOWN!”

His radio still worked but the energy it took to reach for it, and Shepherd knew he was still alive. Meeting eye contact directly with the American as his men dumped…gasoline? On them… Gasoline. _No… No no no. Simon MOVE._ His body remained there, feeling heavier than it did when he found his family.

“I never liked the damn mask. Makes you look like a fucking asshole.” Shepherd took a drag of the cigar before he effortlessly tossed it onto Roach’s unconscious body.

”Roach” He choked finally, the scent of gasoline suffocating and the sight of the flames pained. Watching as they got closer to him, Shepherd and the Shadows having made distance by that point.

Get up. Get up! MOVE SIMON!

Their uniforms were only so resistant to flames and only pieces of it was. Ghost was covered in gasoline, any attempt to get near would result in it spreading to him as well, “Roach…Come on Gary if you’re still there you gotta move.” He tried as he had no choice but to pull himself away with what energy he could muster up. A shitty attempt at waking him up but what more could he do? There wasn’t enough time to get rid of any soaked fabric he wore. Unable to do anything other than to slide as quickly as he could out of the grasp of the flames, drenched in gasoline and watching his comrade burn, he could do nothing about it.

“Price, this is Ghost.” He paused, out of breath and needing more than just a moment but not having that option, “Shepherds gone.”

Another pause, “Roach was KIA.” Attempting to not let his voice falter but failing to do so as he glanced at the flames from where he had crawled to.

“Fuckin' hell I'm hit!! Shepherd’s tryna get rid of us. Do not trust any of them. Do you copy? Do not trust any of Shepherds men”

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crimsoncrim · 2 years

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hey i wrote something!

wrote late at night while it was raining so you know it’s an angsty one

mind the tags, and hope you enjoy if it’s your cup of tea <3

#crim writes #pokemon reborn #ace featherstone #taka alcantara #never shared writing before so hdkfsjdf nvdfsdfs #had to close my eyes and hit post bc i was so nervous

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thewritingofspencerrose · 2 months

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introducing... Dahlia "Crim" Quigley-Spencer in Partner in Crime

Jack Hughes x Criminology OC as previously seen in anon requested blurbs

What Jack Would Be Like With A Girlfriend in Criminology

Meet Cute : how jack & dahlia met in the most meet cute-ish of ways

Long Days End : when a case ends in the worst way and all she needs is her boy (and his goofy little brother)

Out of Touch : when something goes bad on a case and Crim is out of touch

Promises Made : a part II to Out of Touch, where Jack and Luke finally get their girl back

#original character #the writing of spencer rose #crim #criminology #criminology anon #dahlia quigley-spencer #jack hughes x oc #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes #luke hughes x oc #luke hughes #nj devils #partner in crime

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iamthecomet · 1 year

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rain wanting to knot mountain but he's shy about it

Trans Mounty. Just for you Crim <3

Rain's been thinking about this for a long time. Months. He's been rolling it over in his head since a stoned night spent in Mountain's room. Most of the night blends together into a hazy mix of Mountain's hands and mouth, and the squeeze of his cunt around Rain's cock. But one thing burned itself into his brain with such a force that he doesn't think he'll ever be able to rid himself of it. You should knot me some time, Raincloud. Mountain hasn't mentioned it again. But Rain's been chewing on it ever since. Thinking about it. Thinking about Mountain caught on him. Squeezing around his knot. He's jerked off to it more times than he's willing to admit. One of his hands slipping down to squeeze at the swollen base as he cums. Hands slick and body shaking. It's a poor stand-in for the real thing, he knows. But he's been afraid to ask. Afraid to tell Mountain he remembers. That he's been thinking about it this long. Imagining it. The stretch of Mountain's pretty pink cunt over his knot. He'd just convinced himself that his hand and fantasy was all he was going to get when Mountain had curled up next to him on the couch in the common room earlier and whispered in his ear. Rainy. Will you knot me? Please? And Rain had gone offline. Blood rushing south. He doesn't remember the end of the movie. Or the walk to his room. Barely remembers shoving his hand down Mountain's pants and finding him hot and slick just from the suggestion. He's not sure how he got here. Three fingers deep in Mountain's cunt, watching the earth ghoul moan above him, hair spread out on Rain's pillow, lips parted and shiny. Rain pets upward and Mountain bows off the bed, green eyes slipping closed, fangs digging into his lip until the skin pales. Rain dips his head, dragging his eyes away from the way the flush on Mountain's cheeks makes his freckles stand out. He uses his free hand to pull the hood back on Mountain's clit, he laps at it, sucks it into his mouth. Lets the fat head of it rest on his tongue. Mountain keens. He laces his fingers into Rain's hair. Somehow both pulling and pushing at the same time. "Rain. Rain. I'm ready. I need it." Rain doesn't dislodge. He presses his nose tighter into the curls on Mountains' pubic mound and basks in the salty musk of him. He's wet down to his wrist with Mountain's slick. And Mountain's ready--sure. But Rain isn't sure he is. There's a flutter of nerves in the base of his gut. A worry that he will do this and Mountain will hate it. That he'll never ask for it again. That it's too much. But he's come this far and he doesn't want to talk about it--not now. He's stalling, he knows. Intent on working Mountain through another orgasm before he even thinks about anything else. And then, maybe another one. He's familiar with spending hours between the earth ghoul's thighs. Mountain tugs on his hair--insistent, a definite pull now, and Rain lets go of Mountain's clit with a pop. He licks his lips, looking up the line of Mountain's lanky body. He watches the way his chest heaves, the muscles in his stomach jump. "What's wrong?" Mountain asks. Too discerning, always. Rain ducks his head to the side to try to hide the way his cheeks start to flush periwinkle. "Nothing," Rain bites softly at the inside of Mountain's thigh, willing his blush to disappear, willing the lie to be convincing. It's not even really a lie. Nothing's wrong just--what if it's bad. What if he fucks it up? Rain pushes himself up to kneel between Mountain's spread legs. There's a wet spot on the comforter where he's been grinding into it. He pulls his fingers from the warmth of Mountain's body and curls that hand around his cock, smearing Mountain's slick down the length of it. "Rain." Mountain props himself up on his elbows, his head tilting to the side. It causes a strand of that auburn hair to fall over his eyes and nose. Rain brushes it away, fingers lingering over his freckled cheeks.

"Never done this with you," Rain says in explanation. "Want it to be good enough."

Mountain reaches up, he curls his hand around the back of Rain's neck and pulls him down into a kiss. Licking leisurely into Rain's mouth, tasting himself. Rain leans into it, savoring the press of their bodies together, the way Mountain’s hand slips up into his hair. Rain lines himself up, presses in to the wet clutch of Mountain’s cunt. Mountain squeezes down on him as soon as he pushes in, pulling a devastated moan from his chest. When he pulls back it’s only far enough to rest his forehead against Mountains, rocking into him with slow measured thrusts. “It’ll be good enough. Better even.” Mountain pants. “Please.”

Rain slams his eyes closed, digging fangs into his lip. He’s already starting to swell. Starting to lose track of his rhythm, fucking into the earth ghoul faster with each passing second. Already desperate, despite only being inside of Mountain for a handful of moments. It’s embarrassing. He’d say as much if he could find the words, but they’re fleeting. They were gone the second that slick heat engulfed him. Mountain’s muscles flutter around him and Rain makes a gut punched noise. Wrecked. Worried.

“Come on, Rainy.” Mountain whispers, blunt fingernails digging bruises into Rain’s back. “Knot me. Fill me up. Make sure I catch.” Rain doesn’t have any choice but to listen.

#comet writes #ficlet #request #crim ♥#ghost fic #ghost fanfic #rain/mountain #mountain/rain #trans!Mountain #rain ghoul #mountain ghoul #the band ghost fanfic

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ddarker-dreams · 1 year

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hello folks i am currently writing the most lockcore yan chrollo fanfic ever. i'm so excited to share it with you... i'm about 2k words in and the introduction scene is barely finished . whew. we're in for the long haul boys. 🙏

#i am giving this darling some cringefail tendencies bc we cringefail girls need more representation!#not to pat myself on the back but their chemistry is so good. i'm giggling as i write their dialogue #i've always wanted to write yan chrollo with a crim psych major bc i think he'd find it endlessly ironic LMAO #'oh haha... criminals... yeah.... i've heard of them before...... that's crazy ahaa....'#previews

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boxwinebaddie · 3 months

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theres no way yersey has never ever been in a car crash because that man drives like his grandma is on her death bed bro 😭

OH MY GOD NOT BUBBE!!!!! also Put! Some! Respect! On! CLEO! BROFLOVSKI'S! NAME!!!!! because...she is dead...rip bubbe. </3 ;-;

...which i think explains A Lot abt why kyle drives the way he does.

( like no one's life depends on it -- sheila also drives like that, btw )

**idk what the rest of this ask is, i kind of just went rogue. i hope you like rollercoasters and zero consistency other than Driving HCs.

also this is just baaarely clinging to relevance in this subject area, but speaking of visiting people related to ky, i was thinking abt the iconic cd/blondie merger trip down to south park for ike's winter formal

— which, please note, i am still working out the details of, so i might be vague when i talk abt stuff bc things are subject to change —

ft. a dif ask where someone was wondering how kyle introduces stan/raven to his parents and stuff, here's my answer for you:

jerseykyle introduces ravenstan to his parents as "raven of crimson dawn" wHO HAS BLUE HAIR IN THE SP PART OF RM BTW!!!! yes, that does mean he's going through it; please be nice to him. and sheilas like "aH! so YOU'RE the reason that my sweet ike-y is puttin cleanin supplies in his hair and stuck a SAFETY PIN thru his nose!!" >:OO & stan is like AAHSHhimrsbroflovskiiamsosorrydonthurtmeaaa

also x2, when they get to sp, i think the og plan is to have them all stay in a hotel but something happens with that, so all the og sp college kids have to put up a non-sp res/celeb in their home and uh...

guess who jersey gets to keep as his crimson dawn virgin sacrifice ;)

but...more on that later! bc rn, we are talking about yersey ( you guys calling him yersey is so fkn funny ) driving WHICH UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES LIFE DEATH OR OTHERWISE SHOULD KYLE BE ALLOWED TO DRIVE!!!! EVER!!!!! EEEEEVER!!!! he's TOO unhinged.

like he thinks that every driver on the road was put there to personally piss him off. and he knows all the rules n regs but the second you piss him off, you will be gripping the OH SHIT handle for dear LIFE!!!!! really, the only person who enjoys being in the car with jerseykyle...

...is ravenstan. <3

actually, during the beginning of the third part of the ravesey hate, s&k are headin ~somewhere~ in lady ( tHEYRE JUST DRIVING OKAY!! DONT BE NASTY!!! THERES ALSO NO ROOM SMH!! ) and kyle is ofc being Bat Shit Insane for most of the v short drive...so naturally stan as raven is like *mild character break* Wowza <3 skdhs like stanley??? kyle is abt to KiLL this old lady in front of u don't say aW? HELLLO

like if you Want to say aw!!!! during that same car ride, just like heaven by the cure comes on, ( it's jersey's favorite song and it's also what big gay al said stan's voice sounded like, to jog ur re(memory) ) the sound of it immediately chills kyle out, he sings along under his breath and stan is like "you changed the pronouns..." and kyle is like "yeah? so what?" abt to fight and stan just smiles like "so nothing."

" —i just didn't know you could sing, new jersey." ;)

aAAAaaaAaaAAaa

bonus hc: when stan fled the tegridy farms fire, he was in kyle's favorite shirt, which was a green oversized the cure band teeshirt <3

that is the last time that kyle drives that chapter btw ( thank god )

because stan takes over <3

ON CRIIIIIIIIIIIM ;)

which at first jersey is like ah hEEELLL NO I AM NAUGHT GETTING ON THAT DONOR CYCLE, CROW!!!! ( kyle calls motorcycles donorcycles bc theyre just fatal car crashes waiting to happen ) but they basically have no choice because lady gets surrounded by rabid fangirls and paparazzi and its hop on or get mobbed...so kyle hops on, stan puts him in the motorcycle helmet ( his hair Barely fits btw )

— and they drive off into the night <3

ALSO STAN IS A REAAAAAAALLLY GOOD DRIVER!!!! DRIFT KING!!! all his turns are really smooth, he asks you if you're okay a lot ( which, you are always more than okay because ravenstan smells like the delicious apple cinnamon glade spray and hes SO pretty ), you get to put ur hands around his waist which is a 11/10 experience also his hip tattoos give you a perfect guideline...and he breaks for squirrels! <3

i know kyle was swooning smh also crim's license plate says CRMSNDWN ON IT...she is stan's baby, he loves his motorcycle.

speaking of, i got a couple asks about handiman ravenstan doing tool shed boy things and he is actually, really skilled in like manual labor/carpenting/mechanic stuff just because randy was consistently drunk or high and never did work around the farm or...ever. so stan just kind of naturally fell into that man of the house role...AT LIKE 8? he is also just really interested in cars and tools and things. <333

SOMETIMES ON TIKTOK HE DOES LIVES OF HIM FIXING CRIM UP IN THE LIL TANK TOP ALL COVERED IN CAR GREASE IN THE STANDANA....WHEEEEEW!!!! hes also not even trying to be ;) like he is genuinely just nerding out about gears and valves and things and everyone is like wow thats crazy ur so smart raven we love u shdksh

ONE TIME I BET YOU KYLE WAS CREEPING ON THE USER2743740343 TIKTOK ACCOUNT AND RAVENSTAN WINKED AND SAID HOLA YERSEY ;) <3 AND THE COMMENTS FOR LIKE 5 MINUTES WERE LIKE KYLEKYLE KYLE HAHA GOT HIM!!! OTPOTP

all this to say...uh...kyle has never been in a car crash because cars move the hell out of his way because they either don't want to die or are scared of him. every cop that's ever tried to give him a ticket got gaslit into thinkin they made the whole thing up or were immediately enchanted by jersey's intense ( police ) siren beauty.

regardless!!!!! kyle should not...be driving ever.

which is why stan does it for him <3333

also yes it is super cool when you're abt to be super late for work & ur super cool ex-rockstar boyfriend drops you off in front of the elementary school on his motorcycle.

-uncle nina, who has no idea what i was trying to say but i hope u had fun lmao, i worked 11 hours so sorry

#guys i am so sorry if this makes no sense i am very tired #but i was passionate abt this #ALSO YES SP TRIP RAVENSTANS HAIR IS BLUE #at first it was just bc i wanted us to twin #but its actually very plot relevant bc he does dye his hair #under...duress...which...interesting...#BUT YEAH NO KYLE IS A REALLY BAD DRIVER #BUT STAN IS A REALLY GOOD DRIVER #AND HIS MOTORCYCLE IS SOOOOO COOL LIKE RAVENSTAN PLEASE STOP BEING DREAMY OH MY GOD #the tiktok lives of him doing crim maintenance in the little shirt covered in the car grease making the stan groany noises #jail #WHOEVER IS WATCHING THOSE #JAIL #IM TALKING TO YOU KYLE #IF YOU ARE WATCHING BAD COMPLILATIONS OF THEM #AND I KNOW YOU ARE BECAUSE YOU DONT KNOW HOW TO PRIVATE YOUR TIKTOK LIKES #its his favorite show im sorry #also im sorry ill write a less bad ask at some point i just wanted to post something so u can have whatever this is #this is all spelled so bad i'm hiding hi everyone #been a while #edit: also sorry im not trying to leave u on cliffhangers #but i cant just give u all the info or youll get confused like it has to be sort of chronological #so ur gonna have questions but im givin u what i can im sorry

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divinekangaroo · 3 months

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I attempted to replay DAII a few weeks back for the pleasure/refresher of the story and the character arcs but just couldn’t bring myself to do it. Have lost lots of capacity to enjoy game mechanics which extend length of time to engage w story and notwithstanding the dialogue is quite excellent (in a game context) it’s clunky for, say, a story, and the physical/visual staging in character interactions is v dated. (Key Settings are pretty decent for symbolism tho)

and that’s when I realised the first time ever why sometimes fans *do* get interested enough to write full novelisations of a thing.

#I would prob read one.#I would prob also still be interested enough to write one if I didn’t have competing priorities #I’d still hold it needs to be aveline’s pov tho not varric #aveline’s conflicted morality as a corrupt cop favouring the criminal immigrant who saved her life and wangled her position of power #watching as that crim legitimises himself but continues to operate between the lines #because after all he’s a blood mage #gooooooooood I would want this #blood mage Hawke x Isabela who abandons him to the arishok #rivals Anders and Merrill and executes anders; mage Beth and temp carver live tho #friends/romance Fenris post Isabela and friends varric #but at the end of it Hawke cannot bring himself to support Templars and has to kill Fenris #Aveline narrative voice as if she is untouched and non influential on all this while reader can See her Hypocricy #only varric calls her out #Also can we have more Leandra being complex and hypocritical too

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painless-innit-colourful · 9 months

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To L'Manberg! - a poem for her third birthday

Bring out the flags, bright colours once dulled And remade in the memory of an ideal world That would give to us all a life just and true Her funeral colours: black, yellow, red, white and blue

These patchwork pennants from old uniforms made Part of that old world we coveted, saved The best parts in memory, for they don't preserve here I can hardly believe that it's been three years

Since brotherhood and betrayal, since victory and loss And risking it all on one pitch and toss And winning again, despite all the death To disks and buttons, to holding your breath

We're back in the cycle: from August's second day Echoed in euphoria a million worlds away That shall last 'till the cheers of the young turn to shouts On a cold January evening, when the lights last go out

We don't shy from her name, nor stray from her path We partake in her patience, we share in her wrath We laugh and we party today, for we know We begin the slow march to Destruction again tomorrow

But, bear in her name, that familiar ache That made lives and hearts both beat and break To L'Manberg! That ideal built up for all to see That wasn't, shouldn't have been, was always meant to be

#dream smp #crim writes #l'manberg #l'manburg #dsmp poetry #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #tubbo #fundy #eret #i miss her so much guys. I miss her so much #anybody wanna watch the vod from three years ago today with me

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sevenciircles · 1 year

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@ladiesofhell asked: ❛ i just, i don’t want anything bad to happen to you. ❜ ((Millie for Moxxie. <3))

Millie really was too good for him. She was his everything, one of the only good things in his life. Something his father had tried to ruin, something he had tried to control. Just like he controlled his entire childhood. It hurt to be reminded of that, and it stung to know that he still had that affect on him.

Moxxie wanted to be free of him, he wanted to be done. But his father was right. He couldn't walk away. One way or another, Crimson would always be there. Whether physically or mentally, he would be lurking. It was easy to forget when he was with his friends and wife, but this had just been a reminder that he still wasn't done.

He had tried to stand up to him, he did stand up to him. All that got him was tied up and in his mother's wedding dress. A smile drawn on. He was so grateful for Millie, she had saved him when he was helpless. He knew that he could rely on her for everything, they were partners.

"I know you don't." Moxxie cupped her face, brushing a bit of hair behind her ear. "I'm just worried. I can't help but feel he'll return. And then it's gonna be him or me."

Saying it out loud chilled him. But he had to acknowledge the possibility of his father deciding he wasn't worth it. Like his Mama wasn't worth it.

"I don't want you to feel like you have to constantly protect me, we're partners. I want to be there for you just as much as you are for me."

#going from writing crim to mox is a TRIP #moxxie.#ladiesofhell

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risingoflights · 2 years

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The old blood

(Cleaning my comp and found this fic outline from years ago. Won’t ever finish it so putting it up in its current form.)

"This single materia,” Aerith says to Yuffie, “is more important than all the mastered ones you stole combined."

"Is it that powerful?"

"Goodness no. It's completely useless."

"I don't think that's true,” Yuffie muses. “When I was up on the Da Chao... I felt it humming. I never knew materia could hum."

That's why she kept this one on her person when all the others were stashed safely with her horde of cats.

"Humming."

"Like it was... happy? That sounds really dumb, but it's true."

"Hmm. On the Da Chao, was it? Can you take me up there?"

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Off the trails from the shrines available to tourists is a small waterfall and lake - the deepest point of which rises only to the chest. It's beautiful, and Aerith is enthralled.

Off to one side stands a worn statue of Leviathan atop a stone set with a plaque.

"What does it say?" Aerith runs her fingers into the grooves and traces the words.

Yuffie hesitates. "Clear tranquil." And rethinks. "The literal translation is something like - tranquil as still water. or, tranquil enough to still water. something like that."

Yuffie adds - "You could say this is a sacred place, though the idea of sacred is different in Wutai than the religions in the east. When we say sacred, we mean... more connected to the earth, to the past, to the unknown life forces of nature and the spirits that affect our daily lives."

"A land abundant in spirit energy…" Aerith is lost in thought.

"This is a shrine dedicated to one of my ancestors - the great Lady Kisaragi of like two thousand years ago. The legend goes that a great plague swept through the nation and a large portion of the population became sick. The Lady Kisaragi meditated at this spot for many days and nights... then waded into the water to call upon Leviathan for guidance. Heeding her call, Leviathan rose from the lake and into the heavens, bringing a gentle rain across the continent, which healed all the people it touched."

"Interesting..."

"They're just stories." Yuffie rocks back on her heels. "Dad says that, for generations, our family had a special connection with Leviathan and could summon him without materia. But if that were still the case, we wouldn't have lost the war so badly..."

"Yuffie," Aerith looks serious. "Have you ever tried it?"

"Tried what?"

"Summoning Leviathan without materia."

"...No."

"Then give it a go now."

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Yuffie, standing waist-deep in the still water, makes herself feel better by reminding herself that Aerith once talked Cloud into crossdressing.

"This is dumb."

Aerith had taken off her materia ribbon, and is standing thoughtfully with it from the shore.

"You're right," she says. "Oh, not about this being dumb. About the materia humming. That's funny - it hardly ever does that."

"What's the deal with that thing anyway? I've never seen materia like it."

"Not now. Now, you concentrate on summoning Leviathan."

"How the heck am I supposed to do that?"

"I don't know. Close your eyes. Feel the energy around you. This place is sacred, right? Tap into the spirit world."

Yuffie closes her eyes and tries not to feel the cool water soaking into her shorts.

"It's not working," she moans after a while. "Aerith, I'm cold and this is stupid."

Aerith thinks for a bit and wades into the lake with Yuffie.

"Stop complaining. Come on. Just try a little harder." She takes both of Yuffie's hands, and the materia buzzes under their fingers. "Come on. Tranquil as still water. Listen - this place is trying to tell you something. Can't you hear it?"

Yuffie can't hear a thing. But Aerith is the most convincing person she's ever met. So Yuffie closes her eyes, feeling Aerith's hands, and tries again to talk to Leviathan.

The surface of the lake ripples outwards with the cascading waterfall. The sound of water fills Yuffie's ears. There's laughter in there, and sadness. There's a song, and loneliness. Yuffie feels like her soul is rising from her body.

And then, the surface of the lake swirls. She feels something brush against her thighs and almost falls over. Aerith laughs, still holding onto her hands. Yuffie opens her eyes, looks down, and finds the two of them standing in the middle of a whirlpool of small colourful fish all circling in the same direction, scales catching in the sun.

"What the heck?" Yuffie's laughing too, she can't believe her eyes. "They're not Leviathan!"

"No, they're not," Aerith is almost breathless with giggles. "But this is even better."

"How is this better? Have you ever heard of a great warlord winning by throwing an army of fish at the enemy?"

"Alright, not practical for war. But they obviously heard your call."

"This is amazing," Yuffie has to admit. "I never knew... I mean, yeah, the cats follow me around town but I just figured I must smell like fish or something. I mean I will definitely smell like fish now but. What exactly is happening here?"

"I think," Aerith says, "you've got some of the old blood in you."

The fish start losing interest and slipping away.

"Old blood?"

"Cetran blood." Aerith looks lonely. "In your ancestry. Have you ever thought about it?"

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"This materia belonged to my mom. It's supposed to be very important, but I haven't figured out why, or how to use it."

They're sitting on the shore, surrounded by grass, drying out. Aerith has the materia in her hand, and holds it up to the light.

"So why do you keep it around?"

"It reminds me of mom. There's this old story... that the longer a person holds on to something, the more of that person that object holds. And since mom held on to this for more than two thousand years, it really makes me feel close to her still."

"Two thousand years?!"

"That's how old mom was. At least. She lost count herself by the end."

A pause.

"So your mom... was definitely a Cetra."

"The last one, so she said. Shinra wanted to use her as a divining rod for mako reserves, among other things... but I think they were a bit disappointed by her lack of ability. Or maybe her lack of interest. Personally I think she was busy using all her energy on something more important... but she never shared what."

Aerith looks a bit sad again. Yuffie decides to change the subject.

"So the Cetran powers... have you got them too?"

"A bit. Nothing dramatic." Aerith shrugs. "If I listen... I can sometimes hear a chorus of voices. But I can only decipher their tone, not their meaning. It's like... a whole group of people desperately trying to tell you something in a language you never learned. It's can feel pretty frustrating a lot of the time. Like this materia... I know mom gave it to me for a purpose, but I don't know what. It's like a jigsaw... except I've only got one piece, and the rest of the puzzle is missing."

Yuffie can't imagine what that's like

"But there are perks," Aerith says. "Little bits of magic, like you with the fish and the cats. Plants and flowers grow better when I'm around. I can make them grow faster, too... but that wears them out, so I don't do it."

"Wow. Too bad we can't beat Sephiroth with 'little bits of magic', like animals or flowers."

"If somebody had shown Sephiroth more insignificant magic when he was younger... maybe we wouldn't need to worry about beating him now."

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The afternoon light is golden when they start descending the Da Chao. They pauses to admire the view.

"Hey, is your materia still... humming?"

"Yep" Aerith answers cheerfully. "But it was most vocal at the shrine, and it's getting quieter the further we go. I wish I knew what it meant."

"Maybe it's trying to say something." Yuffie suggests. "Maybe you just need to find a way to talk back."

"Talk back..." Aerith ponders. "With the materia..." She frowns lightly. "That sounds almost familiar. I wish I'd paid more attention to mom... or mom paid more attention to me. I feel completely useless."

"Don't beat yourself up. For the last of your species, you're doing pretty well."

"Thanks. But I feel less alone today than I have for a long time. Thank you, Yuffie."

"Aw, shucks."

"No matter what though, I think we can safely agree that this place is special. No matter what the reason is, the materia responded to the shine. It's a beautiful, special place. When this is all over, can we come back?"

"Of course. Maybe by then I could actually summon Leviathan instead of a bunch of fish."

Aerith laughs. Yuffie is getting really attached to the sound.

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"I think I figured it out."

Standing at the edge of the crater, Aerith looks so, so small. Yuffie supposes she must look the same.

The airship floats above them, and the dusk is settling into the dust.

"What?"

"The materia. It's like... a PHS."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Except most places have really bad reception, or too many people try to use the line at the same time and you get a jammed line and no effective communication."

"Huh."

"But certain areas on the planet allow the phone to work properly. That's where the materia hums. It's just a matter of learning how to pick up, and what to say afterward."

"So... should we go back to Wutai?"

"No... I think there's one more place that might work better."

"Where?"

Aerith shakes her head. "Who knows?"

"You're making no sense, Aer."

"Really? I thought my PHS analogy was quite clever, actually."

"Aer... are you alright?"

Silence. Aerith sits down, and sighs into the gaping hole in the ground.

"Not really. So much has happened. Sephiroth... Tseng... and Cloud. It feels like everything's spiraling out of control, and somebody is trying to send me a very clear message on how to save everybody, but I just can't decipher it. You know those magic eye pictures? This feels like that. If I could just... see everything for what it is..."

"Hey, it's not all on your shoulders. I'm part Cetra too, right? I can help. You're not alone in this."

Another long silence.

"Thanks Yuffie. I mean it."

Yuffie smiles tiredly

Eventually, Aerith continues - "There's a church in Midgar, where I spent most of my time. The soil's all wrong and half the time it rains weak acid, but the flowers thrive there. The contrast is quite beautiful, actually. I'd love to show you one day."

"I'm not a big fan of Midgar." Yuffie scrunches her nose. "But I suppose I could tolerate it with you around. Only after we visit Wutai again, though. There are more places like the shrine I think you'd really like."

"It's a deal."

And when Yuffie wakes up the next morning, Aerith is gone.

#final fantasy vii #aerith gainsborough #yuffie kisaragi #fanfiction #headcanon #crim's modern writing

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thewritingofspencerrose · 2 months

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a little sneak peak into my next Jack x Crim piece, which is going to be background on how Jack & Dahlia (Crim) met...

loving all the love you guys have so far for our favorite criminology student/ profiler, and hope you enjoy this bit :)

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#original character #the writing of spencer rose #nhl fanfiction #jack hughes x oc #jack hughes fanfiction #jack hughes imagine #partner in crime #criminology #crim

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iamthecomet · 1 year

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mean rain pls i need more mean rain in my life. rain with such a dominating personality that it makes aether feel small. i know we love to wreck dew but maybe aether can get smacked around a lil? <3

Mean Rain. Mean Rain. Mean RAIN.

Tagging: @rainlessghoul, @shelterforananimal , @ghoulish-rose, @bluravenite We've been feral about mean Rain all night tonight. So it felt like the right time to tackle this request.

Aether's trying to be good. Trying to stay still. Trying to be perfect. But his knees hurt. He can feel his foot starting to fall asleep. He has to shift, just a little, just enough to-- "Did I tell you you could move?" The flash of fear that zips up Aether's spine is so closely followed by arousal that Aether doesn't know how to untangle them. He goes still. He doesn't breathe. He has had his eyes fixed on a knot in Rain's doorframe for a while now, and he leaves them there, afraid that even the shift of his eyes will make this worse. Rain appears in his vision, and then a rough hand is coming down to grip his chin roughly. Rain's nails bite into Aether's cheeks as he drags his head up so they can look at each other. "I asked you a question." Aether swallows audibly. "No, you didn't. I'm sorry--"

"Stop." Aether's mouth stops moving like Rain has a direct line to his frontal lobe. Rain's bent over him, his face directly over Aether's. He holds his gaze, and searches Aether's gaze for something--Aether can't tell what. But when Rain finds it he chuckles, low and dark. He lets go of Aether's chin with a rough push that almost sends Aether falling backward. "Get on the bed." Aether scrambles up. He doesn't think he's ever been more turned on in his life. But Rain is still looking at him like he's one second from throwing him out in the hallway like this. And he can't stand it. He's desperate to keep this going, but it seems like everything he does sends Rain deeper into frustration. His foot really is asleep now. He stumbles. Rain breathes out a disappointed sigh. Aether's body doesn't know how to react. He feels the hot flush of embarrassment, shame, but even as that burns through him, his cock twitches. Precum beads at the tip. He gets on the bed, laying on his back. He props himself up against the pillows and waits. Rain makes quick work of stripping himself. Every movement is laced with frustration. He looks over at Aether and rolls his eyes. And Aether has no idea what he did--or didn't do. His stomach drops in confusion. Rain stays quiet as he rids himself of the last of his clothes and reaches for the bottle of lube. Aether holds his hand out for it.

Rain scoffs. "What?"

"I thought--" "No," Rain says sharply. "You really think I'd let you prep me? You always do it wrong." Aether feels his face heat. Something tugs hard in his chest. He stares at Rain, lips parted. He wants to argue. Wants to insist that he can help, that he's a good listener. He can learn. But Rain must see the debate on his face because he glares hard as he slicks his own fingers. "Toys don't talk."

Aether pins his mouth closed with his fangs against his lip. He takes in a shaky breath, and then another, hoping that eventually this will all even out. His cock drools more precum onto his stomach. He tips his head back against the headboard. "Watch." Rain orders and Aether brings his head back up just in time to watch Rain sink two fingers into himself. He works himself open, eyes rolling up and back as he does. And Aether is desperate for it to be him. To press the pads of his fingers against Rain's prostate and drag these noises from him. But Rain doesn't even look at his face as he does it. He keeps his eyes on Aether's flushed cock. "This is the only thing you're good for, you know that right?" Rain says, reaching out with his free hand to flick Aether's tip. Aether just barely swallows a whine. When Rain deems himself ready, he settles himself over Aether's hips. Aether wants to help, wants to line himself up for Rain to sink down on, but he knows better. He fists his hands into the bedsheets instead.

Rain grips Aether's chin between his fingers again. It hurts. It's good.

"I swear to Satan if you move a single muscle I'll kick you out and call Mountain. He's better anyway."

Aether nods. There's no air left in the room, he swears. Sweat is already breaking out across his brow. He's going to fail. He already knows it. And as Rain positions his cock and slides himself down on it, Aether knows he's fucked. Rain is tight, and slick, and warm, and Aether has been keyed up for so long. He digs his hands harder into the sheets, praying to Satan and every other deity that they don't rip under the pressure. He can't control the way his dick twitches, but he manages to keep his hips in check. Rain immediately sets a punishing pace. Riding Aether, hard and fast, rocking his hips so Aether's dick hits a spot that makes Rain whine. Aether grinds his molars together. He tries to keep from moaning. Tries to keep from moving. His body is screaming at him to thrust up, to match Rain's movements.

Rain shoves his hand out, palm right in front of Aether's lips.

"Lick," he orders. Aether does, licking a sloppy stripe up Rain's palm. And Rain curls that hand around his cock as he bounces on Aether's. He jerks himself off to the same rhythm that he's fucking Aether with. Aether can't help but feel--useless. He's doing nothing. He isn't allowed to. And he knows he's not going to last. He can already feel his orgasm building relentlessly. He tries to force it down, to hold it at bay. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes. He's going to fail.

"Rainy," he says in warning. "Don't you fucking dare, Aether."

Aether can feel Rain's muscles fluttering around him. Each pinpointed slide is pleasured agony. He can't breathe. He can't think of anything except the expanding coil in the pit of his stomach. How he's hurtling to his end and nothing Rain says is making it any better.

"Rainy, I can't help it. I'm fuck--"

"Satanas, you really are useless aren't you." Tears slip down Aether's cheeks, his throat burns. He feels his claws tear through the sheets below him. Rain clenches down on him, the pace doesn't relent.

"Really? You're going to cry about it? I'm the one getting screwed over. You better not fucking cum. If you fucking cum, I swear--" "I don't--Rain--Oh no. I can't stop it. Please--"

"You know what? Fine. Do whatever you want." Rain snaps, his voice low and dark. "But I'm not stopping until I'm done."

#comet writes #crim #ficlet #request #rain/aether #mean rain #ghost fic #ghost fan fic #the band ghost fan fic #nameless ghouls fan fiction #the band ghost fan fiction #I am feral about mean rain #absolutely fucking FERAL

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fuminoomi · 11 months

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my wife

#myart #undertale #underfell #i havent decided a nickname but it'll either be crim or rose #underfell sans #undertale au art #he's very pretty to me 🙁🙁#i swear some people will write him so poorly in fanfictions it drives me insane #also the relationship he has with his brother too but I'll save that rant for another day #i love the fell aus sm #i also like putting my music taste into him since i listen to a lot of rock and metal #im him he's me #i love him so much that i made my own version of him aka rein #doodles #sans #red #fell #whatever the fuck #fanart

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perfectpaperbluebirds · 1 year

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Hi, i was wondering if you could write a fic in which (criminal minds) reid is really sick and hes late into work and so morgan goes to check on him and finds him glassy eyed and confused, he probably dosent realise hes late so morgan takes care of him and thinks about all the times reid as a kid would have had to take care of himself and like times he shoukd probably have been in the hospital but his mom couldnt take him because of the scitzophrenia (sp?) And so he isnt used to being taken care of and gets really confused as to everything morgan is doing (like morgan puts his hand on his forhead to measure his fever and reid is really confused and dosent understand why he is doing it or why he is there at all.) Sorry if thats too specific and feel free to take your own liberties, just thought it would be interesting and i think it would work great from the writing of yours i have read. <3 thank you.

Thanks for the prompt! Hope it was what you were looking for. I'm not even gonna apologize for how long this took to get out lol. This is just who I am. I will probably never change. But I appreciate that some of you still care enough to send me prompts.

CW: Canon typical mentions of k*illing and unsubs. Very brief.

Maybe Tomorrow Will Be Better

Spencer Reid was asleep on his couch when he was awakened by a knock at the door. At first he was very confused to find himself on the couch at all, since he wasn't the type to fall asleep in places that weren't his bed. It all came flooding back, though, when pain seared through his throat as he tried to swallow. Right on cue, his head started to throb and a chill raced its way up his spine– of course. He was sick. Had been for a while. He'd been asleep on the couch for a while, too. At least a day, he thought. Time was foggy ever since the fever kicked in.

The person on the other side of the door knocked again, making Spencer jump. He'd almost forgotten about them. He got his feet underneath himself and stood, shuffling to the door with a chesty cough. The nuisance that had started it all. He'd really been hoping he wouldn't need breathing treatments this time, but it was seeming more and more inevitable, as the cough was getting worse, not better.

At last he reached the door and unlocked it, swinging it open, too tired to bother with his usual safety rituals. If an unsub was going to kill him, today he'd go down without a fight, awful as he felt.

But of course it wasn't an unsub. It was Derek Morgan, which was somehow even more unbelievable.

"Morgan? What are you doing here?" Reid croaked, his voice only a husk of what it usually was.

"I was going to ask you the same question, kid. But I can see the answer for myself." Morgan quickly assessed his teammate, from the disheveled hair to the fever flush over his cheeks, to the way he clutched the doorway for support, trembling faintly. He'd never seen anyone looking more sick. "Still, you should've called someone. We were all waiting for you, and we got worried when your phone was turned off."

"Waiting where? Where was I supposed to be?" Reid asked groggily, panic rising in his chest.

"... At the bureau? Just like every Monday?" Morgan said with a worried frown.

"Wait, it's already Monday?" Reid's eyes widened as he ran a shaking hand through his hair. "I– I thought it was only Sunday…." His breath began to whistle in his chest in panic.

Now it was Morgan's eyes that widened. He reached out to clasp Spencer's shoulder reassuringly. "Hey, hey, take it easy kid. It's okay. No harm, no foul. It happens. Everyone misses things when they're sick. Calm down."

Reid sagged weakly against the door frame now, too tired now to support his own weight. "I don't miss things. I can't miss things," he mumbled, barely audible.

Morgan's eyebrows furrowed. "C'mon, let's get you back to bed. You need to lie down."

"I can get there myself," Reid muttered. He pushed himself off the door frame and shuffled over to collapse onto his makeshift bed, heaping the blankets back over himself with a miserable cough.

Without hesitation, Derek followed him in and perched on a chair across from him. "Do you need anything? Water, medicine?"

"I've got it under control," Spencer said huskily. "You can go, Morgan. Give the team my apologies. I'll be back to the office as soon as I can. Hopefully tomorrow."

"You're not going anywhere like this," the other agent said. "You can barely stand, man. Have you been to the doctor?"

"Haven't gotten that far yet. I will today if it doesn't start to clear up," Reid managed around a yawn.

"I'll take you right now. I can already see this isn't going to clear up on its own." Morgan stood quickly. "What can I grab for you? The sooner we go, the better."

“You don’t have to grab anything for me. I can handle this on my own.”

Spencer’s frustration was evident, weakened though it was behind the sickness and fatigue, but instead of being annoyed by his stubbornness like he usually would have been, Morgan’s heart softened further. He sat back down on the chair, scrutinizing the other man.

"I guess you're pretty used to doing the sick day thing by yourself, aren't you?" Morgan said slowly. "Not me. My mom wouldn't let us lift a finger if we had even a little cold. I kinda like being taken care of when I'm sick, so I guess I assume everyone else feels the same way."

Spencer was quiet for a long time. So long, Derek wondered if he fell back asleep, until he coughed long and hard.

"My mom… couldn't do that kind of stuff. I'm used to taking care of myself," Reid finally croaked.

Morgan nodded. "I get that. But I gotta wonder… your mom would have taken care of you when you were sick like this if she could have, right?"

"Of course!" Reid said indignantly. "Of course she would have. It was just her mental health. She didn't have the capacity back then."

"Exactly. Because everyone wants to make sure the people they care about are taken care of. Sickness brings that out in all of us. That's why I'm still sitting here right now, and why I'm taking you to the doctor before I leave. I care about you, Reid. That, and my mama taught me everyone should get a little extra attention when they're sick."

Instead of replying, Spencer broke into another harsh coughing fit. In no time he was struggling to breathe, so Derek rushed to his side and helped him sit up with a gentle arm behind his shoulders, holding him up until the coughing subsided. Even when he was quiet, though, the hectic flush lingered on the sick man's face, and the dizzy look in his eyes worried Derek. Before he could second guess himself, Morgan pressed a broad palm to the younger man's forehead.

From under his hand, Reid gave him a confused look. "What did you do that for?" the doctor asked after Morgan pulled his hand away.

"Haven't you ever had anyone feel you for a fever before?" came the reply.

"If you wanted to check my fever, you should have used a thermometer. That would be far more accurate than your hand," Reid said, still clearly confused.

Morgan chuckled. "You may know more than me about a lot of things, Reid, but there's some things I'll need to teach you about being taken care of when you're sick. Now let me help you up and find you a coat so we can take you to urgent care. That is the nastiest cough I've ever heard."

#crim/inal m/inds #der/ek mor/gan #spen/cer re/id #everyone is hotter with a fever #my writing #answered asks #ask box story

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