The Tiger's Den!

Here am I to ask for my dose of Conrad and Fliss,please!

“Hey, so, maybe this is the wrong time or whatever, but considering ya boy just almost bit the big one, courtesy of Uncle Sam’s goofy gas, uh...wanna like, see a movie or something sometime? You know, if we like, survive this?”

“That’s a pretty big ‘if,’ don’t you think?” Fliss asked over her shoulder, lowering her head a moment later to watch her step...and maybe hide her smile. She carefully stepped over a hole in the ship’s rotting floor, offering a hand to help Conrad hop across as well.

He crossed the gap but didn’t let go of her hand, squeezing it a little tighter before pointing out, “That’s not really an answer, oh Captain, my Captain.”

Fliss snorted a laugh and gave his hand a playful swing, rolling her eyes his way as she said, “How about we focus on not dying first, yeah?”

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I'm here humbling asking the meeting of Fliss with Julia in the Ghost Hunting AU! Bonus if Julia is with her BFFs Emily and Jess! Thank you and have a wonderful weekend!!♥

“No, oh no, oh nononononono...no,” Julia was almost laughing as she said it - almost, but not quite - looking between the lot of them and saying it with more and more intensity each time: “No - ” to Ashley, “ - no - ” to Chris, “ - no - ” to Josh, and then she paused, perplexed, “ - n...okay, I don’t actually...know you two.”

Fliss glanced over to Sam (who simply met her gaze and shrugged) and though neither of them said a word, it was clear as day that they were both a-okay with being unknown entities in this particular clusterfuck.

But that was when Julia’s friends walked into the house alongside her, their faces contorting with exasperation for less than a second (the second they saw Conrad standing there, no doubt), before one of them, the blonde one, Jess, noticed Sam. “Oh, hey, you’re like...the ghost people,” she said, sounding puzzled, “Uh...you guys have a ghost problem, Jules?”

“No,” she said again as she whirled towards Conrad, her eyes full of holy hellfire as she sized him up, “I have a brother problem.”

Averting her gaze towards the bay window if only to give herself an excuse not to look at any of the others, Fliss muttered, “Nice to meet you too...” to herself.

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I'm here asking for Ashley, Fliss and Taylor searching gift for their partner,please! I hope you will have a good weekend!♡

When she glanced up from her phone, she realized she was on the receiving end of two, um, not especially kind looks - not to say that they were glaring or anything like that, but there was definitely something about the way Ash and Fliss were looking at her that reeked of displeasure. “Uh, hello,” Taylor said dryly, finishing her text before standing from the bench, “Can I help you, or are you guys just enjoying the view?”

“Are you already done?” Fliss asked, sounding perfectly incredulous as her eyes flicked to the bag on the ground next to her and back up again.

Taylor frowned for a second before following her line of sight, shrugging as she saw the bag; “Oh, yeah, it was no big - Daniel’s super easy to shop for, swear to God, sometimes it feels like he’s my brother more than my boyfriend!” The strange looks they were giving her only seemed to deepen, then, and she realized maybe that was a weird thing to say...so she scrambled, quickly following it up with, “But I mean, I’m sure you guys get what that’s like.”

She watched as Ash and Fliss exchanged a private look of their own, their eyebrows high, and if nothing else became clear to her in that moment, one thing did: No, neither of them did actually know what that was like.

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Happy Halloween!!! May I ask Conrad and Fliss trying to scare each other,please?☺

“Once we find the others, we should...eugh.” Frowning, Fliss took a careful step back from the thing she had mistaken for a pile of old, moldering rags; it wasn’t, of course, just like nothing on this godforsaken ship was what it looked like, and as the rain soaking her and Conrad dripped onto the floor to collect into puddles, she watched with distaste as the uniform clinging to the desiccated corpse grew dark.

Still more than just a little jumpy from, uh, well, fleeing for his life, Conrad let out a tense laugh, nudging one of his shoulders up against Fliss’s. “OoOoOoOh...” he joked, imitating a ghost’s spooky wail, “Flisssssssss I’m soOoOoO thirstyyyy, look at me, I’m a raisin...”

Without saying a word (or moving her eyes from the awful thing crumpled on the ground), she lifted the arm closest to him, moving her fingers across the small of his back like a spider’s legs.

The result was immediate - “JEEEEEEEsus fucking Christ!” Conrad said, or yelled, or squawked, really, “That...that, uh...hooooo...okay, you got me there...I...ahem.” He straightened himself out as best he could, knowing full well he’d lost his dignity all the way back in the captain’s quarters when he’d shrieked like a little girl who’d seen a particularly nasty bug, swallowing hard as he skirted around the corpse, saying all the while, “Finding the others, uh huh, uh huh, right, let’s get on that.”

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May I ask a drabbles where Fliss saves Conrad's ass? Because we know that he needs to be saved,especially from himself!XD

It was sort of a nervous thing, really, the way that he ran his mouth...not to say he didn’t run his mouth when shit was a-okay, but there was a certain kind of magic that fell over him when he was full of adrenaline and fear, and hoo boy was he feeling that magic just then. “That was a pretty nifty trick you pulled, y’know,” Conrad said, clearing his throat for the millionth time, trying desperately to get it back into its normal register and not the high-pitched, pubescent crack that kept trying to take over, “Going from spooky, scary skeleton to Captain Kiss in all of three se - ”

Without warning, Fliss grabbed him by the back of his shirt and one of his belt loops - definitely a, uh, unconventional way to take hold of someone, in his opinion - and abruptly jerked him back, both of them grunting from the suddenness of it all.

“I - waugh - ” When he got his bearings back, he turned to her, a twitchy, uncertain version of his usual grin trying to surface, “ -hey, look, I can’t blame you wanting to get your hands all over me but - ”

She shot him a weary look before nodding to the spot where he’d just been walking, and...oh...uh...and the giant, yawning chasm in the floor, lined by jagged metal and leading...well, it was hard to tell where it went, really, but the simplest answer would’ve been ‘down.’

“Oh,” Conrad said, that awful squeak back in his voice, “Yeah, uh, huh...thanks...for that...”

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Yeah,it's still me asking for more Conrad and Fliss! Maybe we may know what Conrad tried to do to caught Fliss's attention in their shared class?=) and as always thank you for all the fabulous drabbles!!💕

The professor glanced over his shoulder before dismissively flapping one of his hands, shaking his head as the not-so-subtle sounds of people preemptively zipping their bags and shuffling their papers became an all out explosion of noise; it was way too close to winter break for anyone to be paying attention, especially considering it was a Friday afternoon, so no one was shocked by the stampede of everyone rushing their way towards the lecture hall’s doors.

Everyone, that was, except for Conrad. He took his time finishing the last of his quote-unquote notes (as though he’d ever taken a note in his goddamn life), pretending he hadn’t noticed Fliss turning to him for a good five or six seconds. “Oh, hey,” he grinned when she caught his eye, “Stickin’ around after hours, huh - I can appreciate that! Y’know, if you feel like you’re having trouble with the material, or you just sorta feel like you could use a study buddy, might I suggest - ”

Instead of answering, Fliss just opened her hand to him, wiggling her fingers and dropping her eyes to the pen he was using...the pen, it stood to be noted, that he had borrowed from her at the beginning of class.

“All right, all right...” he joked, returning the pen and widening his smile to show his dimples when he noticed the way the corners of her lips had quirked up, “But the offer stands.”

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So it's me again,asking for more Conrad and Fliss stuffs because I can't get enough! In the CREEPES AU Fliss meet the Creeps for the first time and Conrad introduces them one by one? Thank you and I hope you did have a good day!♡

“So, uh, guess we gotta make some introductions...so, uhhh...hey, let’s go smallest to tallest, keeps it easier.” Standing as they were with the CREEPS in front of them, Conrad mouthed a very clear, very obvious ‘BEHAVE’ to the lot of them (just sort of hoping Fliss wouldn’t see from her position next to him) before beginning, “Blondie’s Sam, she’s...okay, but like, hangs out with these idiots, so clearly something’s wrong with her.

“Then red’s Ash, the resident dweeb who likes to pretend she’s psychic and gets all of her makeup tips from Hot Topic...” He ignored both girls’ exasperated groans and soldiered on, “Aw fuck, well here’s a wrench in my plan - you two galoots are pretty much the same height, huh?”

“It’s fine,” Josh said, waving him off, “Fliss and I have met before - actually, she’s like, treated my wounds.”

“I - ” Conrad reared back to look at Fliss, who inexplicably kind of just shrugged and nodded, and was left to blink for a moment at the implications of that, “ - okay, well, that’s a story I think I’d like to hear right now.”

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May I ask more of what happen after the main story of Man of Medan?**

Given the hour of the morning, the little restaurant was fairly quiet, the city around them only just beginning to wake up as they pushed what was left of their food around on their plates, saying nothing as the dishes and glasses piled up between them.

“Sooo...” Julia began, surprising none of them, “We just never talk about any of that again, or...that’s just it?”

“I mean, that’s pretty much how I’m voting - secret to the death,” Conrad finished what was left of his orange juice and nodded resolutely, “Yeah...I’ve always wanted to have the kind of secret I can like, only tell my great-great grandchildren about when I’m on my deathbed.”

“I just feel like we should tell someone, or...”

“Tell someone,” Fliss said, cutting Brad off before he could say whatever it was he’d meant to, “You think we should go tell someone about the secret, deadly bioweapon your government willingly killed people for so they could cover everything up and save their own skins.”

“Well...I mean...” she looked around the table at each of them in turn, brow furrowing as she realized none of them - not even Alex - were on her side, “...I mean someone should know, right?”

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For the six sentence may I ask something with Conrad and Fliss,please?♥

The first thing that managed to cut through his terror was the feeling of the rain of his face, the night air chilling it despite how hot the day had been - he felt it sluice down his cheeks through the sweat and grime, blissfully cold against the flush of his fear. Then he felt her hands, then he saw her face, then he heard her voice.

“Fliss?” he managed to ask once his brain began to clear, the horrendous image of the pinup girl (desiccated and gangly and more sinew than flesh) still tattooed on the back of his eyelids...but slowly fading. He hugged her with all the strength left in him, his arms shaking even as they locked around her, and she was so solid against him, so strong; then her hands were on his face again and she was kissing him twice as hard as she had on the Duke, and...

“You scream like a four-year-old girl,” she said when they broke apart, “I just thought you’d probably want to know that.”

He blinked, considered saying something to that...and let out a shuddering laugh instead, pulling Fliss back against him in a hug he hoped would never end.

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Here I'm asking for more Conrad and Fliss with the CREEPES,please!!🤩

He glanced to the side just to sort of...gauge Fliss’s reaction to that little nugget, and what he saw wasn’t really, uh, fantastic, so, turning back to the nerds in question, he cleared his throat and said, “Okay, I am gonna need you to repeat that one for me.”

Ashley rolled her eyes, shoulders held high in what wasn’t really a shrug so much as it was a defensive curl, “I’m sort of a conduit for the dead - I know how that sounds, but like...I am.”

“It’s true,” Josh agreed from across the room, “Seen it myself...she broke my tailbone!”

“I...” Ashley flashed Conrad and Fliss (though mostly Fliss) a small, nervous smile, “I apologized after the fact.”

He watched as Fliss’s brow furrowed, the gears in her head turning quickly enough that he could hear them whir. “Yeah,” she sighed after a moment, grabbing her jacket from off the couch and beginning to pull it on, “This was, uh, well I can’t even really say it was fun, but it was something, and now I think I’m gonna go, actually...”

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