Sanscest/Fontcest Fluff and/or Smut One/Multi-Shots [Requests On Hold]

~Tied in Red - Fell!Poth

(Requested by the_luna_wolf)

(~ = smut)

(Sorry for taking forever. I'm BACK!)

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(Fell!Palette/Rurik)

The chatter in the underground bar was normally of little consequence. I would listen in to the petty thieves and schemers, see what jobs and spots were open and free for the taking. See who was looking for a job, either to help or to be helped. For a price.

Always for a price.

I'd stick to my corner, alone. No one bothered me. And for good reason. The last guy to try has a knife-shaped hole in the middle of his hand.

But tonight was different. Amongst the average chatter came whispers. Whispers of a ghost.

The 'Ghost in Red' as he was mentioned. Sitting alone I listened in on the intense conversation next to me about him.

"...we was working a job for the boss, as usual. Low stakes, easy pickings, no security. The norm for us grunts. Shoulda been an in-and-out."

"What went wrong?"

"We was beat to it. Right in the middle o' the job!"

"What?"

"Yeah. Damn Ghost came sweeping in. Barely knew he was there till he come out with our loot."

"Did ya see his face? Are the rumor's true?"

"Yeah. All covered in red. One bright evil eye staring us down. Looked like the devil himself. Right before he up n' vanished!"

"What you sayin' vanished?"

"He stared us down, his gaze sending shivers up our backs. He took two steps forward and disappeared in a cloud a smoke! Never even heard him run..."

"So, no one knows what he looks like?"

"All I know is that he's blacker than a shadow and quicker than a whip. And next time I see him, I'm running. He ain't one to mess with."

A low chuckle sounded in my chest, drawing the attention of the group to me. Some of them paled at seeing who laughed.

"What's so dangerous about a ghost?" I asked them.

The one who had been leading the conversation paled more, "Well, you haven't seen him so you don't know."

"He doesn't sound that dangerous to me," I smirked, sipping on my drink, "Just a thief of thieves..."

The leader got bolder, "He's got a stare that looks into your soul, sends chills down your spine, and freezes your blood."

Another chuckle. "Good thing I don't have blood."

Half of them gulped at my feral smirk. They left me alone again, going to more general topics and ending any mentions of the Red Ghost.

But now I had a mission.

I'm going to catch a ghost.

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An hour later I was still in my corner, only just beginning to finish my drink. As soon as it was empty the glass was whisked away and replaced by another with surprising speed. I glanced up to see a busboy picking up empty glasses and setting them in a bin in his arms, mine among them. It looks as if I had been his first stop.

It was the new hire, some young skeleton. A rather cute one, in fact, without eye lights in his dark sockets. He was slight and short, with a lean but curvy body. Though plainly clothed, I bit my lip as I watched him. My, my, he was quite tempting.