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let’s load the gun I won’t be missing you 👉

REF

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Cumulus and Cirrus in a big fancy bath together sharing champagne and strawberries.....

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‘don’t you forget about dying’ 🕸️

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Does anyone have good long arcane fic? Idc what ship, I just need something that I can read for a little while

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“All beauty lies within you” 💜✨🦇

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i just made a sideblog that is so much prettier than my main (this one) and now i kinda want to change it but like ughh

maybe i just need to revamp this one bc its kind of very ugly :/

Edit: I've revamp the whole thing, I'm not dark anymore. Just my Masterlist post I have to change, but that's for later!

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You Can Work Now... (2.5k)

Pairing: Mist/Cirrus CW: NSFW, lesbian sex, strap-on, cockwarming, semi-public (?). bent over a desk, on a chair.

Summary: As one of the only one able to understand Latin, Cirrus had been put on translation duty, taking much of her time. As she worked hard, her girlfriend started to see the exhaustion in her face, feeling the need to help her somehow.

Read on AO3: You Can Work Now...

A small lamp illuminated the pile of books and papers scattered in front of Cirrus, the only thing keeping her awake at this hour. 

The Clergy had tried to teach Siblings of Sins and other ghouls Latin, but most had lost interest quickly, leaving only a handful of people with any knowledge on it. Cirrus was one of them. As she was one of the few who understood Latin to a great extent, she was mandated to read and translate books from the library to expand the knowledge of the monastery.

She had been flipping pages and scribbling down for hours, trying to get the meanings right. Half of the current book was erased as it had been sitting on a bookshelf, untouched for years, making it harder to translate.

Despite her eyes burning and her constant yawns, she pushed through and finished a couple more papers before calling it a night. Her focus was not the best, but it was strong enough for her to not hear the creaking doors.

After pushing the large wooden doors, Mist was first met with darkness, only a faint glow from behind multiple rows of shelves. As she went deeper in the library, the aggressive flipping of pages and the harsh scribble resonated in the empty room. 

Soon she was faced with Cirrus’ back, hunched over her desk. Slowly, she made her way over. As her hand reached her back, Cirrus jumped in her seat and made a large diagonal scratch on the paper she had been working on. She let out a desperate groan, putting her head in her hands.

“I’m sorry Ci, I’ll rewrite it for you,” Mist reassured her, bringing her hand to the back of her neck, rubbing it. 

Cirrus did her best to ignore the water ghoulette and regained her focus, but her eyes were having none of it. Her eyelids were getting heavier and she was blinking slowly. Shivers ran down her spine as Mist never stopped rubbing her hand on tender spots of her neck.

The air ghoulette sighed deeply, dropping her pen in the open book before closing it. She gently dropped her head on it, closing her eyes. 

Both of Mist’s hands grabbed her shoulders, massaging them softly. Soon enough, Cirrus’ breath slowed down, and wheezes came out of her, almost as if she was snoring. Mist leaned forward, bringing her mouth to the tired ghoulette’s ear. 

“I think you should go to bed now, gorgeous, what do you think?” 

“Mhmm.” Cirrus’ exhaled. “I have to finish this before sleeping,” she whispered, almost inaudible. 

“No, you’ll finish it tomorrow. You can barely keep your eyes open. C’mon, we’re going to bed.”

Mist ignored the protests and pulled the chair away from the desk, Cirrus keeping herself limp. She stepped in front of her, lowering herself to meet her girlfriend’s tired gaze. She reached forwards, reaching her arms under Cirrus, pulling her up on her feet. Cirrus didn’t have to stand up for long as Mist bent down to take her legs in her arm while the other stayed on her back, picking her up bridal style. 

A yelp left the air ghoulette’s mouth. She was not used to Mist picking her up seeing that she was taller than her, but she quickly settled in. Her head dropped to the side and rested on her shoulder, her arms wrapped around her neck, her soft breath tickling Mist.

The way to Cirrus’ room was far from smooth, too many stairs for both of their comfort, but Mist made it without dropping her girlfriend, cradling her in her arms.

When she got to the air ghoulette’s room, she made Cirrus’ nudge the door open with her foot, before letting herself in. She lowered her on the bed before reaching over to her wardrobe, picking out some pajamas for the both of them. 

After getting changed, Mist lied down on her back, pulling her girlfriend to her chest. Brushing her hair with her finger made Cirrus’ body melt on top of her. Her shoulders untensed and her breath slowed down, finally allowing herself some down time.

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For the next three nights Mist found her girlfriend in the same spot in the library. Tonight was not really different. 

As she walked down the usual library aisle, she didn’t see Cirrus immediately as she was not sitting in her usual seat despite the mess she made days ago still being there. 

From the corner of her eye, she spotted her looking at books on a shelf a little further back. Mist thought of going up to her, but decided against it. Instead, she sat on the chair, watching her girlfriend with a smirk on her face. Cirrus’ eyebrows were knitted, her head sideways as she read the different titles. After finding the one she was looking for, she flipped through the pages, walking back to her spot. 

As she arrived close to her seat, she extended her arm expecting to be met with a wooden chair. Instead, she made contact with the soft fabric of Mist’s uniform, startling her enough to lift her eyes from the book. 

“Move please, I have to finish this,” Cirrus said, her tail flicking behind her in irritation. 

“How about you sit in my lap instead? Mhmm?” She answered, a devious smile growing on her face. 

Cirrus shook her head, a harsh sigh escaping her. “Come on, I really have to finish this before the end of the week,” she pleaded. The deadline was approaching and she was far away from having everything ready.

The water ghoulette didn’t answer, she rather put her hands on her girlfriend’s hips, pulling her infront of her lap so she was facing her back. She then forced her to sit down, a yelp coming out of the air ghoulette. 

“See? It wasn’t that hard,” Mist whispered in Cirrus’ ear, sending shivers down her spine. Mist sneaked her right arm around the ghoulette’s belly, securing her. Her other hand went to her clothed thigh, her thumb rubbing ever so slightly against the soft fabric of her skirt. She rested her head on the taller ghoulette’s shoulder, her soft warm breath going down her neck. Cirrus had yet to move, still taken aback.

A couple minutes had passed, in silence as Cirrus’ focused on the book in her hands, before she made an attempt at moving. She pushed her hips back, only to be met with something hard against her. She turned her head with a frown, questioning what she felt, a low chuckle escaping Mist’s lips.

“I thought I could help you relax a little bit, but I see you are very busy… Maybe, I can still help? What do you think?” Mist asked, her voice low.

“What do you mean?” 

“Maybe I could put my cock in you while you work? Hmm? That would help you relax, your shoulders are so tense, we can’t keep that going…” She purred, leaving soft kisses to her neck. 

A heavy breath came from Cirrus as she searched into the water ghoulette’s eyes for any signs of it being a joke. Mist’s pupils were dilated; she was hungry.

After seeing the desire in her girlfriend’s gaze, she gave her a firm nod before standing up. Mist wasted no time to unbutton her pants and pull them down before scrunching Cirrus’ long skirt up. She ran her nails up Cirrus’ thighs in the process, leaving pinkish marks as Cirrus’ skin erupted in goosebumps. Mist pulled out her strap-on out of her boxers, then she reached out to Cirrus’ panties. She touched her lightly before pulling them to the side. With her index finger, she rubbed her clit before making her way to her wet hole, making Cirrus’ breath shudder. 

Mist pulled Cirrus’ back down by her hips. As she lowered her down, she stopped as only the tip of her cock was in her dripping entrance. She rubbed the tip in between her folds, wetting her strap, which forced a strangled moan out of Cirrus. 

Holding her cock in place, Mist pulled Cirrus down fully, her strap-on swallowed by her cunt. Cirrus’ head fell back, her breath becoming heavier as she was stretched out.

“Come on, love, you can do your work now,” Mist purred in her ears, her hot breath hitting her skin.

Cirrus took a couple seconds before straightening herself back up. The movement made a wave of pleasure run through her. Trying her best to ignore how full she felt, she picked up her pen and the open book in front of her, starting where she had left. 

As she reached the end of the page, she realized she hadn’t written a single thing. A huff escaped her lips as she returned to the beginning of the page. She scribbled a few inaccurate words, unable to focus.

Mist was leaning back on the chair, her calloused fingers kneading softly at Cirrus’ hips, holding her in place. She watched her lover’s face carefully. The air ghoulette’s eyes kept fluttering, her gaze could not stay focused on the words for more than a few seconds. 

Slightly lifting Cirrus by the hips, Mist shifted her hips, repositioning herself all while her cock was still buried deep in her girlfriend’s cunt. A moan left her mouth as she dropped what she was holding. 

“You need to focus sweetheart, pick up the book and work. Wouldn’t want you to miss your deadline,” Mist teased, readjusting herself again, thrusting her strap even deeper. 

“Oh fuck! Please, please Mist- Please fuck me!” Cirrus begged, her head down. 

“You have stuff to do, you said-”

“I don’t care, I just- I need you, please,” she pleaded, grinding her hips down to create some friction. 

As the sweet sounds coming out of her girlfriend’s mouth, Mist groaned and tightened her hold on her hips. She pushed Cirrus’ up by her waist, making her stand up and gasp as she felt empty. Mist shoved everything to the side of the desk and wasted no time to bend Cirrus over it, desire bubbling in her chest seeing her lover in front of her. She trailed her fingers down her clothed back legs before pulling her skirt down, pooling at her feet.

Mist brought her hips forward, meeting Cirrus’ soft round butt. She sneaked her hand down between the two of them, her middle finger parting her girlfriend’s wet labias as she reached for her clit. With the pad of her finger she made circles, rubbing the pink bud slowly, warming her up a bit before running her length in between her lips, coating her strap in her wetness. Cirrus hummed at the feeling, pushing her hips back as she wanted more.

In one swift motion she bottomed out, Cirrus moaned and her tail flickered at the feeling. Mist began with slow thrusts as Cirrus’ tail trailed up the short one’s leg. As she sped up, the desk shook, papers, books and pens falling on the floor amidst Cirrus’ whimpers.

The water ghoulette bent down too, her clothed breasts pressing against her lovers’ back, her head resting in the crook of her neck as she left small kisses and soft bites. As Cirrus came closer to her climax she gripped the edge of the desk tighter, so hard that her knuckles became white.

“Mist, I-I’m gonna-” Before she could finish her sentence, Mist pulled out completely, leaving Cirrus crying at the loss of feeling. 

“I wanna see your face when you come,” she cooed as she peeled herself away, sitting back on the chair. She gripped Cirrus’ hips and spun her around. Looking up to her, she ran her hands under the air ghoulette’s shirt, groping at her tits. She toyed with her nipples, sweet moans leaving both their mouths. She was enjoying seeing her partner let loose for the first time in a while.  She lowered her hands on Cirrus’ hips before pulling her to hover over her lap, lining her dripping pussy with her strap. 

She pulled her down, keeping her gaze on her girlfriend’s face as she sunk her down on her cock. Cirrus’ eyebrows knitted, her eyes rolled, her head fell back as she felt herself being stretched again. Cirrus’ hands automatically flew to Mist’s back, one over and one under her shirt. As the strap filled her up, she dug her claws in her girlfriend’s skin, leaving red marks and pulling her closer. Mist saw it as an opportunity to resume her attack on her neck, kissing and biting it.

Mist’s mouth sent electricity through Cirrus’ body. The more she brushed her lips on her girlfriend’s neck, the more restless she became. The nibbling at her skin made her knees buckle, while Mist’s short hair tickled her jaw. The water ghoulette’s calloused hands roamed over her lover’s curves. Cirrus grinded her hips down, her clit repeatedly brushed against the base of the strap, loud moans falling out of her mouth.

“Shhh, shhhh… we wouldn’t want to get caught now, would we?” Mist whispered in her ear, prompting her to bite her lower lip, turning her moans into groans. 

Giving Cirrus’ neck a final kiss, Mist pulled her up by her hips before lowering her down on her cock, setting a slow and steady pace. As she hit her sweet spot over and over again, Cirrus’ legs became shaky with pleasure, her tail wrapping around the water ghoulette’s legs to stabilize herself. 

Mist’s tail reciprocated the action. It trailed up Cirrus, wiggling itself between the two ghoulette’ bodies, its tip settling on Cirrus’ clit, making her gasp. As it began rubbing it,her legs buckled at the feeling, a strangle moan escaping her mouth.

Warmth spread across Cirrus’ cheeks, down to her chest, a knot building in the pit of her stomach. She felt her pussy clench harder around Mist’s strap, her eyes fluttering and her head falling forwards on her girlfriend’s shoulder, panting heavily.

“Come for me sweetheart, you always work so hard you deserve it,” Mist murmured in her ear. 

Arching her back, Cirrus came undone, Mist’s mouth automatically going to Cirrus’. As they were making out, Cirrus’ moans were muffled into the kiss, making sure no one could hear them. . Cirrus kept grinding down for a few more seconds, riding out her orgasm before pulling the strap out of her. 

Cirrus stayed on Mist lap for a little longer, her head in the crook of her neck, getting her breathing under control. She started kissing her neck, sucking on a very sensitive spot, surprising Mist. 

“Mhm, not now sweetheart,” Mist said, pushing her face softly away.

“But what about you? Don’t you wanna-”

“I had my fun watching you feel good, Ci. But if you insist then you can take care of me tomorrow…” she whispered suggestively, wiggling her eyebrows playfully. “How about we go take a warm shower and then bed? It’s late already and you still have so much work to do,” she teased, knowing she was at the root of the issue.

“I wonder why,” Cirrus said ironically. Mist chuckled before hurrying her girlfriend to get up, lifting her from her lap, ready to take care of her.

They showered quickly before ending up in Mist’s bed at Cirrus request, saying how much more comfortable her bed was. Not long after her head hit the pillow, Cirrus fell asleep, snuggling Mist.

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walls of flesh, so warm again

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so rain down on me

sleep token gift exchange for @hazyfaith! hope you like it <3

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Hi Echo! For the simple sketch ideas - may I suggest Cumulus with morning bedhead? Or perhaps Aether reading a book? Your designs for them are always so lovely ♡

hi miasma!! thank you! and i LOVE drawing sleepy cumulus so i HAD to pick that one lmao

presenting: the cutest girl ever w the worst bedhead the world has possibly ever seen

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Did I just wanna draw Rain and Dew in Era 4 attire?

Maybe…

(i’m always gonna exaggerate heights………)

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LUNCH / sevika

Sevika x fem!reader nsfw headcanons

WC: no idea!!

for @mrsarnold

Sevika seems like the type to be into bigger women... sorry..

Constantly wants to be touching you in some way, sexual or non sexual, doesn't matter. she wants to be touching you all the time, keeping her hand on your thigh when sitting down anywhere, it's even gotten to the point where she makes you sit in her lap so you could be touching her.

She is a MUNCH i swear to god she is, wanting to eat you out until you're crying and begging for her to stop because you're so sensitive. her holding your thighs down as you jerk against her, but she doesn't care because she knows she's stronger than you

size kink.... yeah gets off on knowing she is bigger/taller than you.. This is really for me but her just resting her weight on you especially when her strap is in you to make sure she goes as deep as she can

i just know she is possessive, constantly keeping an arm around you in any public place and shooting people looks if they stare at you for too long.

i know y'all saw that scene with Caitlyn biting her... she is SO into biting, whether it's you biting her or the other way around. she mainly just wants to leave her marks on you even though everyone knows you belong to her.

I can see her being soft half the time, wanting to take her time with you and treating you so sweetly. Wants to kiss you passionately, slow deep thrusts, just making sure she's skin to skin with you. But after a long day of dealing with assholes she wants to be rough with you. Pulling your hair, overstimulating you till you're crying, choking you, spitting in your mouth...

She just wants to please you so bad, she gets off on seeing you cum with her name leaving your mouth.

Yeah she wants to please you but you pleasing her? Best thing ever. I don't see her as someone too loud in bed, groans and small moans falling from her when you're eating her out, but going down on her and making sure she comes at least twice before coming back up to kiss her. I'm honestly a sucker for pleasing so yeah..

Hear me out, with with an oral fixation? When she puts her mouth on you, she is not stopping until she's satisfied. Sucking on your clit till your hips are jerking against her face and she has to hold you down as she makes you cum again.

I think everyone in the fandom has agreed on her having a breeding kink, so yeah let's add that. Her favorite position would be missionary just so she can keep your face in her view, sometimes leaning down to suck marks on your neck, biting you too... Holds your cheeks together to make you stare at her because god does she love holding eye contact with you.

Loves when you go down on her strap, yeah she can't technically feel it but phantom strap..?? She doesn't have her arm anymore, doesn't mean she still can't feel it. She swears that she can feel you gagging on her and has actually came from it once.

a/n: this is so short but i really didn't feel like adding any more onto this... been really busy recently btw!! trying my best to be active but i haven't spent much time on my phone

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my arms belong around you

some cozy vess/ii vibes for @bubacorn <3 happy holidays friend!! :3

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sugar, sugar | v.a

summary: on a slow day at your grandmother’s bakery, a customer captures your attention. as the weeks pass, you see her pop up more and more. a gentle friendship ignites between the two of you. the only issue was the undeniable attraction to her and it didn’t help now having to do her a kind favor. it would go away…. right?

pairing: fem!reader x vi arcane

contains: modern!au, kick-boxer!vi, reader is described to have long enough hair to tie up, reader has a sister named mila, we love gram, vander, isha and jinx mentions <3, nothing but fluff, strangers to friends to lovers:)

word count: 3.5K

a/n: i seriously had so much fun writing this and i am excited to dig into a mini-series with vi. i hope everyone enjoys this as much as i do </3

— ONE

Running your grandmother’s bakery wasn’t easy but it was a light in your life. She taught you tips and tricks of working the large industrial oven, every single one of her recipes, and wiping down the chalkboard to write the specials for the delicious treats.

She was charm personified; somehow able to convince pretty much every person that walked to the pastry shop to try at least one item. You were on the more quiet side, not insanely secluded but you weren’t extroverted. Nice people cracked you open and next thing you knew it, you were shoving a donut into their palms to take home.

It was a bad habit.

It was a slow Thursday in November. You were sweeping the small area of seating, softly asking one of the usual college students that came if they needed anything else. You were just a few streets down from the community college so many people your age would come in for coffee and furiously type on their laptops.

Once you were told they were good for now, you excuse yourself back to behind the counter to adjust the display desserts. You were bent over when you heard the bell over the door echo within the space, shouting ‘welcome in’.

“If you have any questions, just let me know. We have a daily special which is on the blackboard,” you stood back up with a slight grunt from the rush, brushing a few flyaways to kindly smile at the new customer. “Today we have buy one, get one donut free.”

Your eyes slightly widen at the… attractiveness of the customer. You adjust the neckline of your soft brown cable knit sweater to tug out your necklaces, plastering on a friendly smile.

“I actually came in because I was curious about the sign,” she trails off, tilting her head as she shoves her hands into the pockets of her jacket. “Do you actually just let people smell the food?”

You let out a soft chuckle as you nod. Your grandfather, one of the only men who had ever tolerated, made the sign for your grandmother the second she mentioned it to him. Now, in all its carved glory ‘Free Smells!’ is hanging underneath the shop's main sign: Sweet Tooth Bakery + Cafe.

“Yeah, my grandma thought it’d be a funny sign to draw people in. Obviously, we don’t let them shove their nose into it or anything,” you shake your head, holding your hand out to the stranger. “Because that’s… unsanitary.”

The pink haired stranger nods with a soft chuckle, stepping back to check out the arrangement of treats in the display case. In that moment of silence, you, as discreetly as possible, check her out. She had on a navy blue cut off sleeve zip-up, a soft white tank top underneath and a pair of grey sweatpants hugging her lower half. Very simplistic outfit but she made it look good.

You think she just naturally looked good. If you stared for long enough, which you embarrassingly did so, you could see markings of ink on the side of her neck and following down the backs of her arms and the smallest etching on her cheek.

“Any suggestions on what to smell first?” She questions, curious eyes bouncing back up to you.

You hum to yourself as you, too, stagger your eyes from pastry to pastry to carefully choose which one you could have her smell.

“Are you a fan of blueberries?” You question with a beaming grin.

“Uh, sure, yeah. Blueberries are good.”

“Then you have to take a whiff of the blueberry danish. It’s one of my favorites.” You offer, pointing to the sweet treat.

The pink haired stranger leans forward, folding her bare arms across her chest. You, again, can’t help your stares as you try to figure out what was exactly dotted into her pale skin. She nods with a shrug, looking at you with a kind smile.

“I’ll give it a whiff, yeah,” she stepped forward so that the glass of the display case was the only obstacle between the two of you.

You can feel your face getting hot as you mutter a bright ‘okay’ to yourself. You bend over once again grab the metal tongs to pick out the danish to place on a ceramic plate. You place it on top of the display case, motioning for the stranger to give it a smell.

Still seeming a bit hesitant that you were playing a joke on her, she leans her face forward so that she is mere centimeters away from the pastry. She inhales a bit, letting out a long sigh as she leans back to look at you.

“Shit, that smells amazing,” she praises the sweet aroma, nodding in satisfaction. “I’ll take it.”

You blink at her before chuckling awkwardly.

“You don’t have to buy the ones you smell. I promise.” You reassure her as you attempt to put the danish back so that you can shove the cranberry-orange muffin in her face.

She’s quick to hold a palm out to stop you, shaking her head. A beautiful smile spreads on her lips, temporarily forgetting how eager you were to show her every single pastry on display.

“I want that one. I swear. Plus, my sister’s going to rush me out of here if I take too long.”

A part of you was disappointed that she was so quick to purchase the first, yet incredibly delicious, treat. You selfishly wanted her to stay for as long as possible. Your grandmother would be on your ass for being so distracted by an attractive customer.

She would give you a clap on the back for making a sale, though.

“Oh, okay. Did your sister want anything?” You offer, itching to find any way possible for her to stay just a bit longer.

The stranger hums to herself for a moment as she examines the rest of the delicious treats. You tilt your head as you grab a small brown paper bag to place the danish into, waiting patiently to see if she was going to pick another item.

To your delighted surprise, she nods as she points to a more simplistic pastry.

“I think this pink donut should be good,” she nods to show certainty.

You grasp onto the sweet treat to slide it into the bag with her danish, trying not to spill a lot of the sprinkles. You seal it closed with a custom sticker with the logo of the shop, typing up her total into the register. The stranger reaches into her sweatpants pocket to pull out her wallet.

“Your total is gonna be $7.89. Cash or card?” You question.

“Card.”

You watch her hand you a simple light blue credit card, grinning as you not-so-discreetly check out her full name on it. Her first name caught your attention. Violet. As you swipe her card, you clear your throat to work up the courage to give her a compliment.

“I love your name. It’s pretty,” you say as you hand her back the card.

The stranger, now known as Violet, smiles small at your words. Her long fingers take the card from you as she slides it back into her wallet.

“Thank you. My, uh, dad named me,” she grins at you.

“Well, he made a very good choice,” you hand her the bag as well, nodding as you try not to appear awkward. “Anything else I can get for you?”

Were you being weird?

“No, no, I’m good,” she chuckles as she crinkles the bag in her palms. “I’ll see you around, yeah?”

You nod as you hand her own copy of the receipt, holding onto the half second of the tip of her fingers brushing against yours. You watch her turn her back and leave the shop, eyes never leaving her sculpted back profile. You huff at your behavior once the bell from above the door snaps you out of your small trance, shoving your copy of the receipt into its designated spot.

“She’s cute,” you hear from behind you, causing you to jump and whip your head around.

You’re met with your grandma grinning evilly at you, a little bit of flour smudged on her cheek from her baking in the back.

“Gram,” you sigh as you shake your head, brushing away your loose hairs.

“I’m just saying, bug,” she walks up next to you to rub up and down your arm.

You blush at what she was insinuating. As much as you love your grandmother, she attempted to be your match maker like you were an introverted middle schooler. You were 22 for God's sake. You would make moves and flirt when you felt like it.

“Don’t you have something in the oven?” You raise your eyebrows at her, hoping she’d leave it alone.

“Hey. I could fire you, you know,” your grandma pointed a finger in your face accusingly but her tone was light and a cheeky grin was on her face.

You roll your eyes playfully as you softly bump your hip with hers.

Everyday since Violet came in, you perk at the sound of the bell hoping to see that head of pink hair waltzing in again. Two excruciatingly long weeks pass before you see Violet again.

What was disappointing about seeing her today of all days was that you were working this shift with your 17 year old sister who was… less than thrilled to be working now; especially with you being her superior in a workplace. She, like most teenagers, was yearning to be more independent which meant constantly disregarding your instructions on what to do at work.

You were irritated beyond belief with her constantly arguing with you. You couldn’t even really fully pay attention as Mila smacked your arm with the rag. When you saw her from outside the shop, this time around she came with company. You were in the midst of a bicker with her because she didn’t wipe down a table like you had told her to when you saw Violet coming in with a little girl walking beside her.

You gasp at her childish antics, pinching her arm but then shushing her as you tight-lipped smile at Violet as she approaches the familiar display case. You try not to frown at the sight of her bandaged nose and small bruise sitting right on the apple of her cheek. Her outfit is similar from the last time you saw her except a simple oil-black hoodie with those same joggers. You even saw a bit of wrapped bandages on her hands peeking out from the sleeves.

Was she jumped or something?

“There are only, like, two people here and they’re sitting outside,” your sister whisper-shouts at you, plastering on a fake smile at the new customers. “Hi! Welcome in.”

Violet glances at Mila when she straightens her back, placing a gentle hand on the back of the child’s back to guide her to the display of new and fresh treats for the day. She places her little hands on the glass as she very eagerly bounces on the soles of her worn in dark blue tennis shoes.

“Hi! Violet, you’re back.” You turn to your sister and sneer quietly. “Clean the tables. Now, please.”

Mila gives Violet a once-over and you a narrow glare as she grumbles a ‘fine’ as she rounds the corner to go and wipe down the crumb and dust filled tables.

“Hey. You can call me Vi, by the way. I, uh, was with my sister for the day and she wanted to try this place. I gave her some of my danish and she went crazy.” Violet motioned to the child just a few feet below her, chuckling at her gazing hungrily at the sweets.

“Well, Vi, I’m glad to hear,” you lean your head to the side to get a good look at her sister.

She had a wild head of short waves, a small gap in between her two front teeth. Her outfit made her ten times more adorable; a plain white Henley long sleeve with a pair of overalls. Her big hazel eyes stared at you patiently.

“Hi, cutie. Do you see one that you like?” You question her with a friendly smile.

Her adorable face scrunches up in thought, stepping back to look at her choices. She turns her head to her older sister before pointing at a strawberry muffin and raising her hands to sign what you believe is ASL. You curse yourself for not knowing what she was telling the pink haired stranger.

“She wants to smell the strawberry muffin,” Vi chuckles. “I told her about how you let me smell my danish first before buying it.”

“Okay, I can do that for you. What’s her name?” You question, hoping it didn’t come off as offensive.

“Isha. She doesn’t talk much,” Vi raised a bandaged hand to settle on her light brown waves on her head, ruffling the strands.

“Well, Miss Isha,” you focus your attention on her once again, watching her bounce on the balls on her feet with excitement. You grab your trusty metal tongs to grab the muffin and place it on a soft blue ceramic plate to set it down on the counter area of your register set-up for her to smell. “Here you go. Let me know if you want to smell anything else.”

Your heart grows tenfold as Vi quietly tells Isha to not shove her nose into the muffin, smiling at her sister as she hovers close to the pastry.

“Is she the one who ate the pink donut?” You turn your attention to Vi, raising your brows as you adjust your flyaways from your bubble braid.

Pretty blue eyes flickering to yours, her brows twitch as if she was shocked that you remembered such a minuscule detail.

“No, that was my other sister,” she shakes her head. “Isha was actually very angry with me when I came home with no cupcakes or muffins for her so I’m making it up to her.”

You watch her scrunch up her bruised bridge of her nose for a second as Isha signs something else to her. Vi playfully rolls her eyes with a sigh as she turns to you with another wince.

“Can she eat this now? She has an impatient appetite.”

You chuckle with a nod as you hand the plate to her, muttering a ‘careful, sweetie’ to Isha who beams up at you. She scurries over to a small round table to hop up on the seat to divulge. Now that it was just you and Vi standing in front of each other.

“Hey, are you okay?” You ask softly, eyes flicking to each injury on her gorgeous face.

Confused about your concern for her, her brows furrow for a moment. You watch her turn around to make sure Isha was all good, hounding down the muffin with crumbs falling from her mouth to the ground.

“Oh, yeah,” Vi shook her head, waving at you off as she grins sweetly. “I work at a kick-boxing studio and some of the kids can get aggressive. I’m okay, though, trust me. I’ve taken more than a few hits to the head.”

That explains the injuries and the bandaged hands. Of course, she was a kick-boxer. Her physique gave that away but what did you know? Isha was distracted with her muffin so you were able to converse with her, get to know her a little more so your gram would stop asking you if that cute pink haired girl came in again.

“Really? Where at?” You hum.

“It’s like fifteen minutes from here. Why? You want to come see kids beat me up?” She teases, folding her arms over her chest.

You hum with a nod, walking around the counter to place a napkin on the table so Isha could wipe her face to be rid of the sticky crumbs on her face. “Yeah, that’s exactly why. Because I’m a masochist.”

An actual laugh left her plush lips as she shook her head, eyes following you as you face her now. If Gram could see you now. Well, she was probably watching you from the security cameras in the back room with an evil smile.

“You know, I meant to ask. Do you make custom cakes?” Vi leans back to rest her lower back on the countertop where your register was, crossing her legs and shoving her hands into the pocket of her hoodie.

She really just looks like that, you thought to yourself.

“We do, yeah. Is your birthday coming up?” You look at her with raised brows.

Vi shakes her head, pointing to the little girl behind you. “No. Her birthday is next week and my family is throwing her a zoo themed birthday party.”

You awe out loud at the thought.

“That’s so cute. Yeah, I can— I mean, we can do that,” you shake your head as you correct yourself, hoping she didn’t catch your desperate slip-up.

Isha stands up from her table, dusting off the crumbs from her overalls. She walks over to you to hand you the plate, signing ‘thank you’ to you. You pause for a moment before hesitantly signing back ‘you’re welcome’ slowly, not sure if you were doing it right. You knew the basics but weren’t extremely educated on ASL. After today, though, you were determined to brush up on it.

Isha eyes brighten at you signing back to her. She turns to Vi with a smile so wide, you swore her cheeks would split open. She nods down at Isha, ruffling her hair once again as she reaches for her pocket to retrieve her wallet.

“Shit, sorry, how much do I owe you for the muffin?” Vi shuffles through the bills in her wallet.

“No, no. You’re… good. Don’t worry about it.” You wave her off, shaking your head.

Vi pauses before scoffing, attempting to shove the money into your palms. “I’m paying for the muffin.”

“Seriously. It’s one muffin, Vi. Plus, a little early birthday present for Isha.” You shove the bills into her hands once again, gripping onto her hands to make sure she doesn’t try to give them back.

Vi glances down at your gentle hands around hers. Reluctantly taking the money back, she takes the bills before shoving them back into the crease of her wallet. You try not to focus on how slightly bigger her hands were from yours; how surprisingly soft her knuckles were.

Isha seems to become impatient now with her elder sister, reaching up to tug on two of her fingers. Vi nods down to her, muttering a soft ‘okay, okay’.

“Thank you for that, by the way. And if it's not too much trouble for you, cupcake, can I get your number?” Vi questions as she takes Isha’s hand in hers. “You know, for any questions about what the cake should look like and what flavor it could be.”

Your brows furrow at her words before nodding, pursing your lips to repress the smile creeping onto your face. Cupcake. You like that nickname coming from her lips.

“Right! Yes, um,” you walk over to the counter to grab a sticky note and a pen to scribble down your personal number. “Here. Call or text me with all the information.”

You place the small yellow piece of paper into her palm that wasn’t holding Isha’s. She takes it in between her pointer and middle fingers, nodding with a confident smile.

“I will. See you, cupcake.”

“See you, Vi. Bye, sweetheart,” you bend down ever so slightly to wave at Isha.

The adorable girl waves her free hand at you with a just as cute toothy smile on her face. You excused it as a sugar rush as they walk away from you, hand in hand as they leave the store. Vi turns her head to give you one more glance before Isha is tugging her down the sidewalk.

Mila angrily stormed up to you the second they left and raised her hand with the rag to smack you on the forearm. You gasp and snatch the weapon away from her, pointing a finger in her face.

“What the hell? Stop hitting me with this,” you sneer.

“I’m wiping down tables and you’re flirting? How the hell is that fair?” Mila quips back as she folds her arms in front of her chest.

“I wasn’t flirting. I was taking a cake order, by the way, so you can stop whining.” You roll your eyes as you walk back around to the counter.

Mila sucks in a deep breath before shaking her head.

“Really? So what was that whole,” your sister cleared her throat, sucking in a deep breath. “Giving her your personal number when you could’ve just given her the store's number?”

You pause your movements of wiping down the counter from behind the register, thinking about it for a moment. You knew why. You just hated your sister being all in your business.

“Okay, what is it to you?” You get defensive. “I can’t… make new friends?”

Mila merely snorts before rolling her eyes.

“Sure. You definitely only want to be friends with her.”

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[hazyfaith]

Small NSFW Viktor Blurb... because i'm thinking too much about him

Arcane Viktor x F!Reader

The way Viktor fucks is so... scientific.

The way he speaks to you, so softly yet so calculatingly is addictive. It's embarrassing how wet it makes you when he speaks this way. It's not at all that he's talking down to you as he dirty talks, he speaks in the manner that a scientist testing his hypothesis would. He has no condescending tone, no hint of sarcasm, and certainly not trying to degrade you. The opposite really.

"Interesting..." he would murmur as he notices you twitch particularly hard, sitting back against the pillows as he watched you feed his thick cock into your throbbing core, watching the way your slickness coated him with every miniscule movement.

He adjusts himself with his arms, eyes piercing your pussy as his shifting makes you gasp out, pushing more of his length into your tight heat. His voice is strangled as he speaks,"You really seem to like it when I move like this..."

If it were his way, he would have a notebook out to jot down everything he notices as you two fuck. You're pretty sure you caught him writing in a small black notebook one time after a particularly good romp too, but you've never been able to find that little notebook and have never been able to figure out what it contains.

Between his gasps and clutching of the bedsheets underneath him, he stays trained on the way your pussy takes his thickness, stretching around him and leaving a creamy ring around the base as you rode him.

"Hm," he would murmur, hands reaching to shift your hips forward a bit, shifting them back when he notices your brow furrowed more when you were positioned that way on his cock.

He would spread your legs carefully, with shaky hands, adjusting your position to one that he hypothesized and tested before as to being much more comfortable for you. He knew you wouldn't get as tired in this position and that he had easier access to that throbbing clit of yours, nimble and long fingers trailing from the soft mound of your right breast, thumbing your pebbled nipple, down the softness of your torso to where you ached for him the most.

He bit back smirks as he moved his fingers in the exact motion he knew made your eyes screw shut and mouth drop open, drool running down your plump bottom lip before hitting and running over your chest. Of course, he tried and tested it before.

"Like that, yes? I know, I know my sweet, I know you like it this way... prefer to have my fingers move like this, yes? Feels good when you move your hips like that?" He would coo, free hand moving to your hip, digging his fingertips in.

He knew this amount of pressure would leave small finger shaped bruises on your skin, the very kind he loved to see when you two would retire to bed in the lateness of night, fingers tracing over the skin under the glittering moonlight. 

His amber eyes would rake over your form, listening to you gasp out. He would be mentally taking in the tell tale signs that you were close to cumming, getting closer and closer with every gasp. He would take note the way your eyes would glaze over before shutting, how your head settled, brows furrowed. Between his own pleasure he would note the way your clenched, milking him so sweetly that he couldn’t help but jerk his hips up, using his arms to move. 

It made the mattress creak, the frame hit the wall, the pillows go tumbling down. It made his mental notes, ones he made sure to write down once he had a chance as any researcher does, go blurry in his mind. But his eyes never fell from your body, watching his most perfect work bring you to that peak of absolute pleasure, crying out his name as he did everything he knew was tried and true to make it feel so overwhelming. 

Viktor was a scientist at heart, always has been and always will be, but that doesn’t make him a boring academic when it comes to intimacy. If anything, that makes him a lot more mindful, as any good scientist in his field is. 

[hazyfaith]

Monster Among Men (3.3k)

Pairing: III & Vessel & II CW: Body Horror, Vomiting, Injuries, Vessel Transformation, Monster, Fluff, Platonic relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Pain.

Summary: The band had been off tour for a couple of weeks, the worship had become less, leaving her to grow weak and in desperate need for more. III felt weird the whole day, the feelings persisting into the night when something paid him a visit.

Read on AO3: Monster Among Men

A/N: This is the gift I made for @soul-has-left-the-chat for the Sleep Token gift exchange!! I'm so happy I could make this for you, what you put for your gift preferences really inspired me! I was so glad when you said you were fine with body horror that I might've gone overboard with it, but oh well!! I hope you'll like it <3

Despite the heaviness of his eyelids, III could not find sleep. 

He had gone to bed early, hoping to have a long night of sleep as he had been more tired than usual lately, but alas. Since he got himself settled under the covers, he had turned over and over again, unable to fall asleep.

His gaze was fixed on the ceiling, trying to ignore the never ending headache that was rattling his head. It had been throbbing for the past hours and nothing he did reduced the amount of pain he was in. Usually, after relaxing in a dark room for a few hours or sleeping it off would do the trick, but not that day. Everything was too much.

His whole face was hurting. From his tight jaw, his teeth grinding against one another, his ears ringing, to his eyes burning, he could not get the rest he wanted. 

Suddenly, a wave of warmth washed down his body, prompting him to push the blanket off of himself to cool down. As he moved his arms, a sharp pain ran through both of them, his finger tightening their hold on the soft material. His hands remained tense, unable to open them and release what he was holding. After what felt like minutes, he regained control of his hands, letting go of the blanket as his muscles relaxed, relief flooding his mind, only for a few seconds. 

A burning feeling made its way up his throat, bile threatening to come out. He got out of bed in a hurry, his head spinning at the sudden movement, before running to the closest bathroom. He swung the door open before scrambling in. His head throbbed even harder, dizziness taking over his body. He gripped the edge of the sink to steady himself, his knuckles turning white. 

His stomach churned at the sight of the moving sink, bile coming up his throat once again, this time spilling in his mouth. He dove to the toilet, throwing up a dark blue slug. 

He hovered over the toilet, his stomach contracting persistently, unable to stop the viscous liquid from coming out. The burning sensation made his tongue and the roof of his mouth burned, his lips tainted by the liquid. The pressure from it coming out made his throat tightened. He slapped his hand around his throat to loosen it, to no avail. He was choking.

His mouth agape, he hit his chest with his fist, slug finally coming out, splattering the toilet. His airway finally free, he coughed and gasped for air. Every breath he took to regain control felt like a razor blade, making him barely able to fill his lungs fully. Tears pricked in the corner of his eyes, threatening to spill at any moment. 

His knees began to hurt from kneeling in front of the toilet, prompting him to sit instead. As he moved his legs he felt a stabbing pain in both his calves. He quickly brought his legs towards his stomach to soothe the pain, only for loud cracking noises to rattle the small bathroom, followed by acute pain in his tibias. 

His legs fell back down immediately as he folded forward despite the cramps in his abdomen, grabbing at his knees. The shock from them hitting the floor created two bumps, one on top of each of his shins. 

A few seconds passed before he felt something pulling on his feet. His legs were extending as he felt emptiness in his lower legs. The pain became unbearable, the tears in his eyes fully flowing. 

When the pulling stopped, he felt like sand and glass shards filled this void, as if millions of microscopic pieces bridged the two parts of the broken bones. The inside of his legs were itching, as if the new part of his bones were jagged. 

As he reached his hands to scratch at his legs, his hands caught his eyes. The tips of his fingers were a deep black just like his hands, fading to his natural skin colour as it went up his arms. Despite having naturally long and slender fingers, he could not help but believe that they had also grown. At least his fingernails had grown as he had now red pointy claws. 

While he was observing his hands, the cramps in his abdomen worsened although his stomach had calmed down. Beneath his upper ribs, his heartbeat became more powerful, rattling his chest. From inside, his heart was pushing against his thorax. His rib cage expanded, creating an empty space between it and his organs, cracking noises echoing once more in the room. 

His headache from before had yet to disappear, it only became worse. 

His eyebrows frowning as the pressure against his hairline increased. Grabbing his head, he felt two bulges. At first they were of a small diameter, but enlarged rapidly. He ran his shaky fingers over them, squinting his eyes like he touched a mean bruise.

The bulges pushed upwards, his skin stretching until it broke. Skin filament hung loose as the wooden looking buds came out, blood dripping down his face. As they grew, he felt his skull being pulled, trying to escape from under his scalp. 

The dizziness he had felt became worse, forcing him to lie down otherwise he would vomit once more. The cold bathroom floor sent a shiver down his spine, contrasting with how warm his body had become. 

The thud of his heart grew in his ear, blocking out any outside noise. The yellow light from the ceiling blinded him. White spots filled his vision before complete darkness took over him.

—-------

Vessel and II had woken at dawn and went on with their day as usual. Since they were not on tour, they had been taking it easy, but still worked on new and old music, preparing for what was to come next. 

The whole morning, III had yet to be seen, a normal occurrence as there was no rigid schedule for the time being. 

The first two vessels had been in the studio for a little over an hour, working on the next album. III was supposed to join them, but never did, an unusual thing for him as he was alway hyped to create new music. After running over the music sheet one last time, they decided to take a break to get snacks and find where the bassist had wandered off to. 

II went to III’s room as it was a possibility that he overslept. Walking down the hall, he passed a closed bathroom with light coming out of the frame, but thought nothing of it yet. 

In front of III’s door, he knocked, but there was no answer, prompting him to push it open and take a quick peek. The bed was messy and clothes covered the clothes, but the bassist was nowhere to be seen. After backing out and closing the door, he walked to the lit bathroom, knocking.

Once again, he got no answer. As he was about to head down the hallway, his heart squeezed in his chest, a small voice in his head whispering to knock again. And so he did, this time louder. 

“III? Are you in there?” He asked, a muffled groan being the only thing he heard back.

On the other side of the door, III frowned as he was woken up by the knocking. A groan escaped his lips as he sat up. His whole body felt sore like he had worked out excessively the previous day. Getting on his knees in front of the sink, he gripped it and pulled himself up. 

A gasp echoed in the bathroom when he saw his reflection in the mirror. Instinctively, his hands went to his head, grabbing on the antlers that had grown seemingly overnight. A shiver went down his spin at the contact. Ignoring it, he glided his fingers up against the soft velvet antlers until he reached the tips. As his arms fell down, his gaze followed and all settled on his face. 

He grazed his nails on his face, taking it all in. His eyes were sunken into the sockets, black all around it as if he had put makeup on, His irises were red and his pupils slitted. His cheeks were shallow, the bones clearly outlined. His lips were elongated and thinner than before, his teeth sharper and yellower. Slightly turning his head to the side, he caught a glimpse of his ear, which was long and pointy, contrary to its small and round usual appearance. His neck too seemed weird, much longer. 

His breath caught in his throat, he couldn’t believe that what he was seeing was him. 

Another knock startled him, his eyes leaving the mirror and falling on the door. “Are you alright? I know you’re in here, I heard some shuffling,” II called out, his eyebrows frowning in worry. 

"Can I come in?" Vessel asked, who, at some point joined the drummer, seeing that neither of them were coming to the studio. The only answer he received was heavy breathing. 

"III? I'm coming in ok? I need to make sure you're alright."

"No, no no no no," III repeated, panic laced in his voice. How was he going to explain this to his friends? 

"III, we want to make sure you're alright. You sound quite scared right now,” II stated despite how obvious it was. He was hoping the bassist would understand their concerns.

"I-I'm ok," He whispered back with a shaky voice. 

"We know you're not... Let us help you, yeah?" II chimed in, his hand on the doorknob, turning it slowly.

At the noise, III threw himself against the door, blocking it so they wouldn’t be able to open it and see him like this. He couldn’t let anyone see him. His face alone was so different, they would have a hard time recognizing him. What if they became scared of him? 

Vessel and II didn’t waste any time and pushed against the door. III’s distress was too strong to be brushed off, even if he insisted on being fine.

Despite his best effort to anchor his feet on the ground and keep the door shut, III slid across the tiles, allowing for his bandmates to enter the small bathroom. 

Gasps erupted as they finally caught a glimpse of III while he rambled about how they should not be seeing him and that they should leave. Even though it was not their first time seeing someone like that, neither of them moved, unsure of how to bring comfort to their friend, simply looking him up and down.

Not only was his face different, his entire body was too. The hair on his head was touching the middle of his back. His limbs were already long to begin with, but they all had become elongated. However, his chest remained the same length, making his body look disproportionated. His hands and feet were black and transitioned to his skin colour as it went up his arms and legs, which was somewhat dissimulated by thick dark hair that covered him. His usually flat chest had grown as if it swelled, the band’s sigil carved in gold in his skin. 

Vessel, who had his fair share of taking care of someone in this state, was the first one to reach out. Despite being the first chosen vessel, he had been through fewer transformations than II, who had seemingly been the favorite one for this. However, he had always been there when the drummer went through it, helping in any ways he could. 

“Oh, III,” Vessel breathed out, taking III’s hand in his despite the taller man’s protests. “It’s ok, you’re ok,” he reassured him. 

“No, no it’s not! I’m-I’m terrifying! ” III exclaimed, gesturing towards himself. “I don't even know what happened... Yesterday I wasn't feeling well and now I look like something straight out of a folklore tale!” He cried out. 

“It’s Sleep,” II blurted out, “It happened to me too, many times, in fact.” III’s head turned to him, his red eyes piercing through II’s blue one. Before he could ask any further questions, the singer took a step forward and spoke first.

“We will explain everything, but we need to get out of here. Let’s go to the living room,” he declared, already pulling on III’s arm.

The bassist didn’t complain, letting himself be led out the room. Following his two friends out of the small bathroom, his antlers hit the doorframe, a whine escaping his lips as the shock resonated through his whole body. 

“Your antlers are really sensitive, aren’t they?” II asked playfully, wanting to ease everyone’s nerves. He was trying not to show that he was a bit scared as he was not used to seeing someone else transform other than himself. He knew how painful this whole process is, not wishing it on anyone, especially on one of his closest friends.

The walk down the hallway was laborious. Everytime III took a step, he felt like lightning was striking his shins. His knees buckled more than once, throwing off even more his nonexistent balance. After almost falling over, he held onto Vessel’s arm to keep steady. When they reached the living room, III squinted, the bright sun burning his retinas. The drummer quickly caught on to it, closing the curtains while Vessel helped III settle down before getting the tea he had been preparing before joining them in the bathroom. 

Sitting down in his habitual spot on the couch wasn’t as comfortable as usual. III’s back wasn’t fully supported, his legs were touching the coffee table, and his shoulders were pushed up his neck since his arms rested weirdly on the armrests. He was used to having difficulties in his everyday life because of his height, but everything was exacerbated by his lingering headache. Huffs and puffs could be heard from miles away as he shifted repeatedly.

His two friends joined him on the couch, waiting for him to stop shifting in his seat. Once he calmed down, Vessel, who was sitting beside him, took his long hands in his, pulling them towards him despite the flinching.

“What’s happening to me?” III whispered, tears filled his worried eyes as he met Vessel’s gaze.

“It’s Sleep’s doing,” He started while III tilted his head. “Since we’ve been on break for a little while, our worship has been weaker than She needs. Festivals and concerts bring her a lot of energy but since we are just practicing and making new music, less energy has been created and received by her. She uses the transformations to get more energy when She grows weak,” he explained.

“I’m usually the one to experience the transformation, but apparently She wanted to try it with you,” II added with a soft smile. 

“And through these, She inhabits the person which gives her more energy as She uses her power. Or at least that’s what we understood. It’s not always easy to understand her.” 

“She’s… in me?” III questioned. 

“Yes, She’s here,” Vessel observed, putting a hand on III’s sternum, “She’s in you now, you’re her vessel,” he declared, the carved sigil flickering beneath his touch.

III was speechless, bringing his own hand to his chest, tingles invading it. A small sense of pride bubbled in his chest. Their god was in him. Sleep had chosen him to regain her strength. 

“How long will it last?” III wondered.

“Usually a couple of days, it varies on how weak She has gotten,” II answered. 

The bassist lowered his head, “I don’t think I can be like this for that long… I can't do anything! Just walking was a challenge, I looked like a fawn!” He exclaimed, his cheeks red with shame. His independence was something he took pride in, and having to rely on others was always a hard thing to do. 

“It’s going to be fine! I’ve helped II during every one of his transformations, we’ll be able to help you too!” Vessel reassured as he saw the humiliation on his friend’s face, rubbing his thumb comfortingly on the back of the hand he was still holding. 

“How about we stay here for the rest of the day while you recover, huh? We’ll get some food in you and we can watch movies or take a nap… Does that sound good?” II suggested. 

III gave a small nod, his head still down, feeling the two men leaving the living room. Although accepting help wasn’t his strong suit, he knew he would have an even harder time than he already had with his new body. 

After letting go of III’s freezing cold hand, Vessel made it his mission to get him a warm fluffy blanket. He needed to be warmer if he was going to feel better. He also made sure to get his laptop to watch movies on, and some more pillows in hope of getting III comfortable.

II went in the opposite direction, heading to the kitchen. From the freezer, he took pre-made frozen soup that Vessel always kept on hand for when he was hosting Sleep or when someone was sick. He quickly went to work and put it in a pot to reheat it. Meanwhile, he filled a glass with water and made a fruit platter that would serve as dessert to get more vitamins in III. The soup warmed up rather quickly, and with all the food on a wooden tray, he was on his way back to his friend. 

Vessel had helped the bassist get as comfortable as possible with multiple pillows behind and beside him and a blanket covering him. 

“There you go, eat while it’s still warm,” II said as he settled the tray on III’s lap, handing him a spoon.

III tried to grip the spoon like he normally would, but his long nails were getting in the way. Instead, he gripped it like a toddler. He sighed heavily while eating as he struggled to do another simple task. II had asked if he needed any help, resulting in III pulling himself away and mumbling something about not liking being made fun of, a soft giggle escaping the drummer. Throughout the whole meal, Vessel’s eyes were fixed on the carved sigil on his chest as it glowed brighter with each bite. 

After finishing his meal, III felt fatigue wash over him. He sank down on the couch, pulling the blanket to his chin. The longer he watched the movie the guys had argued over, the heavier were his eyelids. Soon enough, snores could be heard in the living room, almost drowning out the noise from the laptop.

The three of them took the following days easy. No band practices were held as there was no way he would be able to play his bass with his obnoxiously long fingers and nails. Instead, Vessel and II spent time helping III with everything. From learning how to walk with his oddly proportioned legs, to soothing his itchy antlers as they shed their velvet, they didn’t leave him alone for a second. 

II mostly talked him through it, giving him tips on how to handle the rattling in his chest from Sleep, or the random pain in his shins by applying warm compress on them. III couldn’t deny that having someone who knows had experienced multiple transformations already was comforting, he felt less alone through all of this. 

Even though She was using III as a vessel, Vessel made sure to maintain a good amount of offerings to Sleep. He also made sure to cook some comfort easy to make meals, something the drummer was always grateful for when he went through it. 

It took a couple of days, like II said, for Sleep to regain enough energy before She left III’s body. The process was almost as painful as the beginning, but this time around he had his friends with him to help soothe the pain and help him get back on his feet.

[hazyfaith]

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