#Eage fanfic

[tsukimefuku]

The man who played with fire

After some drinks by yourself and getting frustrated with someone, you stupidly knock on Higuruma's door to test a theory.

To vibe: Misery - Maroon 5

Tags: +18 (!!!), WITH PLOT (there is always a plot), Jujutsu Kaisen, SMUT, f!reader, Higuruma x reader, some alcohol consumption,  he's so in love, she's so clueless, reader is being kind of an asshole, oral sex, cunt-locking, penetration, light f!top x m!bottom dynamic, involves some love-triangle classic shenanigans.

WC: 3.4K

Hey, this is actually my first smut piece! Hope you guys enjoy my filth. This is part of my "Jujutsu Partners Canon Divergence AU", a sequence of short stories and random drabbles for a Nanami x f!reader x Higuruma fanfic I'll eventually write (eventually). This is preceded specially by "Kindness and Sunflowers", link here. To see the ever-growing list of one-shots, please visit my masterlist :)  

Disclaimer: they’re NOT written and posted in chronological order of events. To see where this story fits in the timeline, please check the masterlist mentioned above.

Fair warning: I like writing characters being humanely assholes and clueless idiots. Be warned. 

"I can't believe this," you muttered to yourself. You were drinking alone at the bar, and the darkness served to hide your blushed-by-fury face. After what you called The Event, Nanami asked to talk, only to end up lecturing you about the shortcomings of a jujutsu sorcerer's life. As if you didn't know, given all the losses you had experienced over the years, precisely due to Tengen's established Jujutsu Society. "He can't be serious, lecturing me about this shit." Still talking to yourself, like a crazy person, you tried to let your anger go down with five cold pints of beer. It was definitely not working.

Your phone rang, and Nanami's name lit up on your screen, much to your annoyance. You immediately refused the call and flipped the phone down on the table, feeling all your rage bubbling up from the darkest depths of hell. You needed a release, any kind of release — an exorcism, most likely.

Or, you could try something else.

Peering around the bar, you started looking for someone that you could consider even remotely interesting — but no one, nothing, nada. Given this was a Tuesday night, there were only you and some monotonous people scattered around the murky lighting, encompassed by the noise of a few clicking glasses. 

That was when your phone started to rumble to the sound of some text messages, and you grabbed it ready to pitch the phone across the vicinity, believing it was Nanami again. But, much to your surprise, it was actually Higuruma texting you. You were so angry that you had completely forgotten to talk to him today.

He was basically asking how you were, given that you hadn't texted back since yesterday, and you were both chatting on a daily basis for weeks by this point.

That was when you had a greatly horrible (or horribly great?) idea. After all, how could a decision made under the influence, at night, while angry at someone you knew you had feelings for, be bad? This is fine.

"Are you busy right now?" You sent him, feeling the beer breeze warmly through your nostrils every time you exhaled. You have a crush on him, but that's it, this is fine. And oh, you did. Ever since you dropped him off in his apartment the night he was freed from Jujutsu High's headquarters, you knew that there was definitely something stirring up — at least from your end. Higuruma was drunk, he didn't make a move, and could just have been kind of clingy, to be honest, so you decided to let it go for the time being. Every time you got a little too excited to meet or talk to him recently, you reminded yourself very sternly you weren't a schoolgirl.

But you wouldn't let it go today, because today, you really wanted to know.

"Nothing, really. I just got home." Higuruma promptly answered.

"Can I come over?" You texted back, and locked your screen right after, instantly anxious and eager at the same time. What the fuck is wrong with me? What am I thinking? What am I doing? This can't be a good ide-

"Of course, I'd be delighted." He replied. "And then you could actually see the sunflower is doing very well, in spite of me."

You left the money on the counter and ran off, shushing your thoughts out loud.

***

This was a terrible idea, but I think I can just hang out for an hour, make small talk and then leave, you started to negotiate mentally with yourself right after the three knocks on the door gave some sanity back to your brain. 

However, after Higuruma opened the door and cocked his head to lean it against the door frame, you knew you were completely doomed. He had the top of his white shirt unbuttoned, his tie was hanging loosely around his neck, and his sleeves were rolled up enough for you to see his beautifully defined forearms. His hair had the perfect messy-I-just-got-home look to it, and you instantly wanted to drive your hands through his pitch black locks. 

Oh shit, you thought to yourself, feeling something stir up in your body — and it surely wasn't anger.

It must have been a moment, because he started to look a little puzzled. "Hey, come in." Higuruma said, as if he was repeating himself. Did you not hear him the first time he invited you in? 

"Of course. Thank you." You replied, looking down and hushing yourself inside his apartment. You could feel your face burning, and imagined how much of an idiot you were being right now for ever believing this could go anything but wrong.

"Are you okay? You seem out of sorts." He pointed out, closing the door behind him. "Can I get you anything? I got some beer from the convenience store, and there might be water somewhere in the kitchen."

"I'm fine, I just ran here to get some cardio." You clumsily replied, sitting on the couch. "I came from the bar, actually. Already drank some beers. No need."

Higuruma huffed out a soft chuckle, still a little confused, but now intent on prying. "You're not helping your case. You mean to say that you, a jujutsu sorcerer that exercises heavily, decided to get some cardio done while walking under the influence, from a bar, at night, to meet me?"

"Yes. That's what I meant. Quit prying." You responded, not knowing what the hell else you could say. Tell him that you came rushing just so you wouldn't have the time for second guessing on having s- no, you wouldn't do that.

"Hm." He hummed to himself, grabbing a can and sitting beside you, bouncing the sofa slightly. "I mean, I'm always happy to have you come over, but the only time you came here was to bring me drunk from a bender. And to get me flowers."

"Get you a sunflower, because yours had died." You corrected.

"Precisely, a sunflower." Higuruma replied, taking a sip from his beer. "So, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I just wanted to see you." You said, earnestly. And deep down, it was true, if only half of it.

Higuruma immediately seemed content, even if he only had a small smile to show for it on his face. "Oh."

You were both silent for a moment.

"I never got to repay you for your kindness that day." He said, out of the blue, taking you by surprise.

"It was nothing." You said, shrugging. "I just got you home and gave you a flower."

"Oh, if I remember correctly…" He began.

"Do you remember anything?" You asked, mockingly.

He looked at you, slightly grinning, and continued. "You had to blow up my lock to bust us in. In some places, that would be considered a felony."

"You're saying I could get arrested for busting into a home while I'm with the man that lives there?"

"You also used explosives and damaged the door, let's not forget that." Higuruma said in a mix of playful and matter-of-factly.

"I couldn't ask, because you were completely wasted! Just getting your address was a pain in the ass."

He chuckled. "Was it?"

"Yes, it was." You replied, more relaxed, thanks to coming back to your old banter. This came for the both of you so naturally that you barely realized Higuruma had rested his arm on the sofa right behind you, leaning closer. "Higuruma, why did you drink so much that night?"

That question surprised him, as you could deduct from his eyes widening lightly. He put his beer can on the coffee table and ran his fingers through his hair, inhaling deeply. "I don't know. I guess-" he stuttered for a moment. "I guess I was just nervous to be out again, finally and properly going for a drink with..." his last word lingered on the air, as he unconsciously looked at your eyes, and then your lips, "with you all."

"Do you remember what you said when we got here?" You asked, shamelessly staring at his lips too.

"I believe I said, 'you are too kind'." Higuruma leaned over even further, and you felt his entire body go rigid for a second as you drifted closer to him, heat crawling all over your skin, putting your forehead to his. After some seconds, he rested the palm of his hand over your knee, and from how needy you felt for that man at that particular moment, even such a small thing was enough to make you trip over to the other side.

You immediately crushed your lips to his, putting your hands behind his head. You kissed him eagerly, letting out an extremely faint moan as you drove your fingers over his hair — he tasted like beer, his worn off cologne from the day was completely intoxicating, and you found yourself nearly lunging at the man like a starved animal. Realizing what just happened, you pulled back, starting to apologize, eyes wide and face completely flustered. "Higuruma, I'm so sor-"

Your apologies were cut short with his own lips now clashing into yours in a passionate kiss, as he pushed you under his weight to lay on the couch, his fingers interlocking in your hair strands from the back of your head. His hips effortlessly slid in between your legs as your hands made their way to brush his shoulders, and you let out another moan against his lips, this time much louder, thanks to the dry pressure of his now bulging pants against your clothed core. Higuruma groaned satisfied in response, tracing the outline of your mouth with the tip of his tongue. Your mind was becoming hazy, and he parted from your lips for a moment to gaze at your face. His eyes were locked on you, studying every feature and investigating for any sign of discomfort or second thoughts.

You caught up on that and made your way inside his slightly open mouth with your own tongue, intertwining it with his in between gasps and huffs. Now you separated just enough to breathlessly say, "Bed. Now."

You gasped against his mouth, before holding yourself throwing your arms behind his neck and locking your legs on his waist, grinding on him. He moaned loudly at this stimulation, before smiling sheepishly and putting both of his hands on the back of your thighs for support, knowing full well you meant for him to carry the both of you into the bedroom.

"Yes, ma'am." He replied, propping the both up and then lifting from the couch. Higuruma pressed open-mouthed kisses all around the nape of your neck, as he walked towards a dark room, parting his hands from you just to switch the light on. "I want to see you," he said, breathing heavily against your skin, as he threw you on the bed, climbing on top, one hand to each side of your head as he stared at you with a lustful look in his eyes. You instantly pulled his loosened tie to kiss him again, and he lost balance, basically falling with his body over yours. You whimpered at the feeling of having his now full-blown clothed erection grinding against your core, and involuntarily opened your legs to accommodate his hips over yours.

Higuruma started to take off his tie and shirt, and you followed suit, removing your top and bra. He basked on the sight of you, and cupped both of your breasts in his hands. His digits felt rough, and frictioned just the right amount against you, as he squeezed both of them, satisfied and reverent. His hands started traveling down your figure, contouring every curve, hill, and valley of your body, reaching the edge of your pants. "May I?" He asked, his face lightly blushed as he awaited your response. You nodded, and he promptly unzipped you, pulling your pants and panties down, the slight stimulation from the fabric sliding over your legs being enough to make you mewl with satisfaction. Every nerve in you was incandescent with absolute hunger for him.

You opened your legs, and he could see you were already completely wet from arousal. Letting out an audible satisfied moan, Higuruma began tracing your belly with his mouth, planting long kisses as he went down, leaving a trail of heat wherever his lips touched. As he got near your core, he kissed one last time one of your thighs, and sniffed on your folds. You smelled sinfully sweet, and he made no effort to hold back his eyes fluttering shut with pure bliss. "Could I, please?"

This was his prayer, the bed was his altar and he was determined to worship you.

Without a word, you simply grabbed the top of his hair and drove his mouth in between your legs, whimpering and mewling as his tongue started to rub against your clit. His chin would grind forward on your entrance whenever he changed the angle, and you involuntarily pushed yourself down when that happened. He noticed it, and slid his tongue inside you, eliciting a loud moan in response, with your walls clenching around it. He groaned back in appreciation, and his husky, low voice reverberated throughout your entire being. You arched your back, beginning to feel that familiar heat and fire pooling on your lower stomach.

"H-Higuruma... I-" You sighed, in between mewls and moans.

He immediately stopped and brought his face up to look at you. You let out a complaint sound, glaring at him to ask why he stopped.

"My dear, I'm literally with my face in between your legs, eating you out." He said, unfazed by your annoyance. "We're way past last names. Call me Hiromi."

Incredulous, you let out a mixture of a chuckle and a scoff, having the top inside of you wiggling its way out to the surface. You grabbed his hair strongly, and he cinched his eyebrows, cock twitching inside his pants, as the corner of his lips formed an open-mouthed smile. His eyes were softly resting on you, and he wouldn't mind if your naked, flushed body was the last thing he saw before he died.

"Shut up." You said, grinding your pussy against his mouth, and locking his head to your core with your legs tightly holding around him. Higuruma proceeded more eager than before, lapping at your clit relentlessly with his tongue, alternating with sucks that were having you seeing stars. He was absolutely pussy drunk with the heavenly taste of you and had, at this moment, relinquished any control, as he let you face fuck him chasing your release.

The heat came back again, and you closed your eyes, sinking the back of your head on a pillow. Waves were starting to form, and your orgasm hit you like the crashing water against the shore. You began to tremble and vibrate, coming hard in his mouth, and Higuruma feverishly drank you up, completely hypnotized with how amazing you tasted and felt, falling apart under his ministrations. 

Letting you finish riding your high, licking gently on your overstimulated core, he waited until you were barely moving before removing his own pants and climbing his way back on top of you. As he got close enough to your face, you looked at him, completely flustered and debauched, resting the palm of your hand on his cheek. "Higuruma, I want you inside of me." His tongue, albeit magnificent, just wasn't enough, and you could feel the same anticipation and neediness coiling in your stomach again, as the tip of his cock rested on your entrance.

He looked at you and grunted, displeased. "Hiromi." Higuruma reached to the bedside table and pulled a condom. The movement had him rubbing his throbbing length, already leaking with pre-cum, right against you, forcing him to let out a strained groan.

You gasped at the sensation and chuckled at his annoyance right after, suddenly locking his hips in between your legs, rolling you both so that you would be on top of him. "We'll see, if you ask nicely." You replied, locking him in between your arms, hovering. Higuruma's eyes instantly softened, and his cheeks took a pinkish-red tint. "You're bossy." He said, turning his head towards your wrist and planting a chaste kiss on it, lingering with his lips for a moment on your skin. "I like it."

You smiled, more pleased than you'd like to admit it, because the both of you fit so well it was astonishing. You never thought it would be happening like this, and for a moment, it felt so right you wished you could be here forever. But nothing that good ever lasts long enough.

Grabbing the condom from him with one hand, you motioned the other to grab his neglected cock. As your fingers grasped around his length, Higuruma let out a satisfied and urgent moan, slowly arching himself under your touch. The sight of him completely pliable to your will had you fluttering, as you began to rub your hands up and down, pumping his girth to pleasure him. Higuruma plastered his palms over the plush of your thighs, and groaned your last name, holding out on some kind of desperation. 

"'Way past last names', huh?" You scoffed, playfully, starting to slide the condom over his cock before he could hit you with any witty comeback. After, you positioned yourself above him, holding his length against your entrance, and started to slowly descend over it, feeling it thrust in you to the brim, stretching your walls as he bottomed out. You both let out a gasp, now connected, and you waited a moment to adapt and take all of him in.

"Come here." You said, pulling on his shoulder for him to sit up, so that you could feel and touch every inch of him. He obliged, and sat up, immediately driving his mouth to kiss your neck insistently, brushing the tip of his tongue on the edge of your jaw. Higuruma began to rock his hips, and you did the same, each in the opposite direction, so that his cock would slide in and out of your pussy easily.

You moaned against his scalp, and he held his hands to the small of your waist, leaning you backwards to suck on your breasts. The moment his mouth latched onto one breast, he rolled your other nipple between his fingers, eliciting loud moans and mewls from you. You had your head dangling back, as he began to thrust into you quicker and harder. He slid the hand previously on your waist to the back of your neck, and pulled you in for a kiss, taunting your mouth with his tongue. You opened it, and both your tongues intertwined, as he, now, chased his own release, panting and groaning into your lips. You weren't so far off, feeling the familiar coil tightening in your abdomen, yearning for release.

"Higu-"

"Hiromi, please. P-please... Please..." He implored and begged, kissing desperately your jawline. You lowered your gaze and met his eyes softer and more tender than you had ever seen, so urgently pleading for you to let him in, give him this inch of intimacy, and that was the moment you caved. You pressed your forehead against his, and started to cry out his name. "Hiromi... H-Hiromi..."

Letting out moans and groans in between the squelching from your juices, he pulled you impossibly close, eyes piercing and locked onto yours. This was the moment you felt more naked, bare and vulnerable the entire night, and the coil that had formed in your belly snapped, sending waves of pure pleasure from the tip of your head to your toes. Feeling your gummy walls clenching all around him, Higuruma also hit his orgasm intensely, thrusting into you fervently to ride off his high. He stopped slowly, ready to crumble underneath you at any moment.

"Hiromi-" You said, brushing your lips against his cheek, then under his ear. "Hiromi, Hiromi, Hi-ro-mi. Happy? Just for tonight, though."

Higuruma chuckled soulfully, realizing how much he absolutely loved the sound of his name on your tongue, purred through your whispered voice, reverberating on his flushed, sensitive skin. It made his body quiver and tremble with pure satisfaction. 

It was right there, at that moment, with his heart fluttering while you leaned back to gaze at him, stroking his hair strands between your fingers with a gentle smile, that he realized just how fucked he actually was.

Sighing softly and smiling back, Higuruma pushed his lips against yours. He knew that by playing with fire, he was bound to get burned, eventually — and burned he was.

[rybkart]

Based on a fanfic by @evilasiangenius loved it go check it out !

Hope I got the appearances right also azis dress is from 1300 bc not 1900 but oh well

Ps author thank you for spamming me I was smiling like an idiot for solid 15 minutes hope you like this

Fanfic link below:3

[dungeonmeshimybeloved]

Hey there! My names eage, I'm 22 and this is my dungeon meshi sideblog! I sometimes draw but I mainly write fanfic

Currently in a hiatus

Fanfic masterpost

The Bed They Made

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It was a mistake. It was supposed to be a one-time thing, and then he wouldn't ever think of it again. Yes, it was a risky move, one that was both incredibly fun but also so stupid in hindsight. Of course, the one time he caved to his desires, this happens. With his party leader of all people! Laios is carrying his fourth child. And he didn't even know it. Not yet.

Hug me like you mean it

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Chilchuck has exceptional hearing, and Laios is terrible at hiding his feelings.

Sick in the Head

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Laios thought he knew Chilchuck well enough, but now he wasn't sure. Since his fight with Shuro, he started questioning what exactly he knew, and it made his stomach twist. So when Chilchuck asks to talk to him alone, he can't help but prepare for the worst.

Mana Sick

Chilchuck and Laios, 1288 words,

Coming back from searching for herbs to cure Marcilles petrification, Chilchuck stumbles upon Laios in the throes of mana sickness, and reluctantly helps him

"No, I'm the one whose honored."

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Sometimes when Chilchuck drank, he would start spouting nonsense. Looking back, this was probably one of those times.

We Run Faster than Others

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Marcille has a nightmare and Fionil does her hair.

Sleepless Nights

Unrequited Chilaios, 6690 words, pre-canon, Laios has a guilty crush

Chilchuck was always on his mind. Laios wasn't sure when it started. They had worked together for a couple of months, maybe a year, he wasn't too sure. But he knew one thing for certain, and that was Chilchuck was endlessly cool, confident, and skilled. After a certain point, the half foot had popped into his head and made a place for himself.

Language Barrier

Chilaios, 3873 words, pre-Canon Hurt comfort

Over the years, Laios had seen the many sides of a drunk Chilchuck. There was the affectionate variant—one of the more common sides—where Chilchuck was sappy and sweet to the point it felt out of character. There was also the angry variant. This one was more like Chilchuck's usual snippy attitude, but turned up to an extreme. Right now, Chilchuck was neither affectionate nor angry, but... well, it was hard to describe.

Chilchuck has a moment of weakness, and Laios stays with him despite it.

An Unlikely Pair

Chilaios Inktober 2024 Challenge, 1220 words, ongoing, 31 planned chapters, collection of oneshots,

To everyone else, their friendship - much less relationship - must have been odd. A prickly lockpick with his personal life under lock and key and a curious leader with a habit of overstepping boundaries. A man seemingly defined by his abstinence and a man characterized by his indulgence. A half foot who has to demand and fight for respect, and a tallman who gets trampled on far easier than most would think.

Despite their differences, the two fit like pieces in a puzzle.

"Hunger, Lust, Love, and the weird ways we connect"

The work of Nightmares

Laios and Chilchuck, Laios and Marcille, 1504 words, Laios has a fucked up nightmare and Marcille suffers for it, part 1

In the middle of the night, Laios began to shake from a nightmare ravaging his mind. Marcille dives in to help him but finds a gruesome scene.

The Laios with terrifying eyes

Chilaios, 3726 words, Shapeshifter episode gone wrong, part 2

Among the duplicates of Laios, one of them stood out particularly well. No, it wasn't the one who towered high enough to hit the ceiling, or the effeminate one who spoke in a breathy voice.

It was the one with wide, hungry eyes. He stood with his back straight, taut, and braced, an 'innocent' grin stretching along his face.

Plagued by Visions of You

Pre relationship Chilaios, ongoing, 11,896 words, porn with plot - Chilchuck gets struck by a horny beam, part .5

Laios is haunting him. Despite being alive, he has infested every part of his mind, clouding every thought, and Chilchuck was sick of how aroused it made him.

Chilaios week

The Laughing Wolf Tavern

Gen, 6683 words, day 1 - Drinking buddies/Seasons

A series of moments across the first year of their working relationship, highlighting the tumultuous relationship between the ever curious fighter and the prickly lockpick. The best way to bond was over booze after all!

A wounded Changeling

Chilchuck and Laios, 3345 words, day 2 - Changelings/Wounded

Fascinating was the only way Laios could describe the whole situation. Swapping to a different race entirely posed issues and highlighted the things he liked more about his old body, but it also gave him a lot to wonder about. Such as - was a headpat supposed to feel a certain way? It didnt feel bad, but it wasnt good either. Without this occurring, Chilchuck would have never done that, and Laios would have never found his answer.

To hold a Half-Foots tools is a Privilege, not a Right

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Chilchuck reflects on how he's come to trust Laios with carrying his lockpicks.

When I wake up next, I know you'll be there

Chilchuck and Laios, 3544 words, day 4 - Nightmares/Trust

In the dungeon, they were all well acquainted with death. If you hadn't yet met them, you were incredibly fortunate, or it was creeping up on you when you least expected it. Nightmares were just as familiar. It was as unavoidable as death itself, since it came with the territory. Number one is to thoroughly prepare for the worst-case scenario. There would be no nightmares if no one died. No party was ever that lucky, however. Which leads to the next best thing: relying on your party for support. Confiding, or better yet, sharing a bedroll together, chased the bad dreams away most times.

You've Got Some Nerve, Laios

Chilaios, 1658 words, day 5 - Shapeshifter/First Kiss

The group has been infested by shapeshifters, and Laios chooses to utilize information that only the real Chilchuck would know to lure out the fake.

Is it too late?

Chilaios, 3397 words, Day 6 - Beach episode

He followed Marcilles advice, went back to Kahka Brud, and spoke with his wife. She asked that they separate for good. In terms of marriage. So, he came back to Melini. He had nowhere else to go. Even if this place felt like the furthest from home... it held some special people.

Marcille will probably cry when he breaks the news, Senshi will usher him to the kitchen and show him how to make a dish to give him something to do and help him reflect, Izutsumi will give him an awkward pat on the back, and Laios... Laios would sit him down to eat.

Of course I came back for you

Chilaios, 11,401 words, Day 7 - Freeday! Laios got eaten by the dragon

Laios Touden was the biggest idiot in the world, he went and got himself eaten by a dragon! Of course Chilchuck would delve back into the dungeon with Falin and Marcille to get him back, even if that meant confronting things he would rather keep buried.

[evilasiangenius]

For the Ask meme:

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

🙋‍♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfic?

From a writing meme. @thelaithlyworm asked this a few weeks back, but I wanted to wait until this chapter was posted before I responded, due to the first question:

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

“Wait. So no dirty tentacle sex, even though you're a demon? With tentacles?” Anthony was outraged. “No, no, stop – that’s not the important part, Anthony J. Crowley, focus. Aziraphale. Did you, or did you not just tell me that you are also asexual in this universe as well?”

“If by which you mean I have no interest in sexual expressions of love or physical copulation in general then yes, I think I would count myself asexual. Ah, what a useful, informative word, I shall have to write it down-”

“ADAM YOUNG,” Anthony snarled at the sky, at the ground, at the horizon, all the while as the demonic Prince of Hell version of Aziraphale nuzzled and petted him affectionately. “THIS IS NO FUN ADAM, I WANT TO GO HOME. ADAM ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME I WANT TO GO HOME. THIS IS NOT WHAT I SIGNED UP FOR ADAM YOUNG THIS WORLD IS TERRIBLE AND EVERYTHING ABOUT IT IS NOT FAIR AND I AM HORNY AND OFFENDED AND MAYBE A LITTLE BIT TERRIFIED but mostly horny BUT MOSTLY OFFENDED AND WE NEED TO LEAVE RIGHT NOW-”

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

Oh, this is probably a long list. I think the most common themes are love, friendship, and overcoming the past. Also, every now and then, I will write something incredibly silly. The last one was the infamous Slit x Boot (warning, read the tags).

🙋‍♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfic?

There are some people that know. :) Thanks for asking!

Edit: I think I answered this second question too hastily. Probably should have mentioned that I often include humor, food porn, things that need some historical research, and the occasional action scene. Last few years the writing has been a lot about frustrating situations. A lot of imagery comes from nature but I think this would probably be true for most writers.

[eagehaunting]

Adopted by a right foot ghost

“Still dead set on that murder thing?”

”Quiet you.”

It’s been about two weeks since Vivi and Arthur broke down in front of the weirdly decrepit mansion. Inside they discovered a plethora of spirits who resided in paintings, in knights, and in the form of little wisps. The master of the house - who Vivi has taken to call Mr. Rose petal, after discovering his expansive garden of flowers - was furious upon their arrival. At their presence, at their trespassing, and at their apparent lack of self care- evident by thin wrists and sleep deprived eyes.

Immediately, Mr. Rose petals demanded they moved in. Refused to allow them exit because they couldn’t show themselves the proper care a person needs, so CLEARLY he has to. It was weird because seconds before he was threatening Arthurs life… but like a flick of the switch he showed them rooms and prepared them food and - pretty much adopted them into his family of spirits. As much as the spirit wanted to look frightening… he wasn’t. Vivi felt safe. Arthur was sleeping again. Mystery completely and totally trusted Mr. Rose petals. So, she agreed to let him mother them until they were in good enough health.

Vivi chuckles and nestles herself against the solid body of heat, tempted to drift off into the same sleep Arthur was taken under. Mr. Rose petals was glaring at her head, but Vivi hardly felt it.

”Just get some rest. The deadbeats and Faust informed me of your snooping.”

“My bad, my bad.” Vivi yawns, “I wanted to explore your home during our extended visit.”

Mr. Rose petals just gruffed in response.

[eagesoldartblog]

drabble requests you say? hmm.. maybe a lewthur thing where they both died in the cave / they're both ghosts?

Weeeee so I struggled over this idea a lot for some reason- HOWEVER! I hope you like cuddling ^_^

Floating ghosts

“Can you two be any brighter?” Vivi hisses under her breath, peering over her bunches of blanket under her nose, and mystery’s ear, and toward the two ghosts floating and hugging in the middle of the room.

Quiet literally. It’s almost like they were in a hammock. Lewis’s arms around around Arthur’s back, Arthur using him as a bed and his legs dangling off, not even sleeping, but resting with his eyes half closed. He flinches the smallest bit, catching her eye, and pressing himself up.

“V-Vivi?” He says, waking Lewis up, “what are you doing awake?”

Well shit.. Vivi stretches and yawns, arching her back in a dramatic fashion before flopping onto her pillow. “Sorry~ it’s just a little hard to sleep when you have a walking Christmas tree in your living room...”

They both blink, glancing at one another. Lewis’s eyes widen, and he glances over, ”Would you like us to leave? We could stay in the guest room-“

“Nah nah,” Vivi waves him off, rolling over to face away from them, “I just... you know?”

Arthur puffs out and breath, ”Yeah, I get that...”

”Although please let us know if you need us to go.” Lewis pipes up, already closing his eyes and leaning back some more.

“You got it.”

After a few seconds Arthur laid back down, closing his eyes too.

Soft breathing and a distant crackle fills the room. Growing tense, until Vivi clears her throat.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you two something,” she peers over her shoulder, both ghosts look back at her. “Why do you guys sleep like that all the time?”

Arthur blinks, baffled, and opens his mouth to respond before Lewis shrugs.

”We can’t really help it. When we ... died. Well, Arthur landed on top of me.”

Vivi twists around, a near horrified look on her face, ”Are you serious?”

Laughing anxiously, Arthur waves his hand, illustrating the spike, “Y-yeah! It’s... kinda funny? Lewis was sandwiched between the ground and me!”

”Pf! More like covered me like a blanket.”

Vivi blinks again, starting to sit up. Before Mystery lifts his head from beside her.

”We can’t keep doing this all night. Vivi, you may ask more tomorrow, but please rest for now.”

With only mild grumbling, they complied.

[eagehaunting]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32168446

You ask and you shall receive

maybe the reason the station people never came back for lewis is that they TRIED but the peppers had already called a bunch of other tempo adults to be like “hey if anyone shows up asking weird questions about a kid. fucking kill them” so when whichever poor lab tech drew the short straw went to go track lewis down they got the shit kicked out of them and they decided to just give up after that

[sigmastolen]

@evilasiangenius replied to your post “make sigma write :D”

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thank you, friend!

so uh. this one was to force myself to be the change start writing the muldoon/grant i want to see in the world.  jesus i'm actually doing this aren't i

here goes nothing !!!

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Muldoon knows who they are, of course; he skimmed the dossier Arnold handed around as soon as Hammond sent word that Grant and Sattler had agreed.  He's long been accustomed to trophy hunters, wealthy men who cared only how impressive their kills will look posed in photographs or stuffed and displayed in some dreary mansion, and has gotten used to the scientists who view the animals here as specimens to create and contain.  He didn't expect to be so glad that someone is finally taking an interest in them the way he does, learning their behavior, knowing them as individual creatures.  The others all look green around the gills as the velociraptors feed, but Grant -- there's interest shining in his eyes, or maybe more than that:

Rapture.

He interrogates Muldoon about the raptors' development, their intelligence, and seems to get more breathless with every nasty detail.  It's been a long time since anyone hung on Muldoon's words like this, and he finds himself preening under the attention, trying to impress the sandy-haired American.

"And is there a way to see them more closely?" Grant asks, as Hammond is trying to herd the visitors off to lunch.

"I can show you the keepers' observation area," Muldoon offers, "but they may not cooperate."

"Oh, I think it's worth a try," Grant says.  He turns to Sattler.  "Ellie?"

She grimaces.  "You go on," she says.

Hammond protests, clearly reluctant to leave an expert he's trying to charm alone with the staff's resident naysayer, but Grant declares that he'll catch them up at lunch, and that's that.

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anyway as i said this is in the very early stages and i keep vacillating over whether i want to call him Robert or Muldoon in this lol.  and, you know, what exactly i want to happen here...

... i feel y’all should know that the filename for this is “who wears short shorts”

want to make me write a surprise scene? send me an emoji prompt!

[puppetloverrulez]

Too many thots and pain for fanfic writer meme!!

Writer Meme

Thank you, Eage!!  I’m happy you’re enjoying my stuff then KDJGFVJHVSDGHJSDF

[so-shiny-so-chrome]

Mad Max Fanfic Awards

Thank you to everyone who participated in the first ever Mad Max Fanfic Awards. 

Would you like to see our prize?  Of course you would.  All winners may use this lovely graphic for promotion of their works, courtesy of @thatonezombiecosplayer

Drumroll please.

Epic Fic: The Length and Breadth of the Fury Road by Proprioception(sacrificethemtothesquid)   @sacrificethemtothesquid http://archiveofourown.org/works/4031473/chapters/9064954 

Long Fic (Gen): Corvus Cormax by Donda @thatonezombiecosplayer http://archiveofourown.org/works/6170671/chapters/14138773 

Long Fic (Ship): Orbit by Primarybufferpanel(ArwenLune) @primarybufferpanel http://archiveofourown.org/works/4002001 

Medium Fic (Gen, 2015-2016): Salvage and Scrap by Battle_cat @fuckyeahisawthat http://archiveofourown.org/works/6369058/chapters/14588389 

Medium Fic (Gen, 2017): Go the Long Way Round by Owlship @v8roadworrier https://archiveofourown.org/works/10867719 

Medium Fic (Ship, 2015): The Citadel That Never Sleeps by Xenowhore @shiningstar-kastle http://archiveofourown.org/works/4175376/chapters/9426894 

Medium Fic (Ship, 2016-17): Take the A Train by Jaetion @jaesauce http://archiveofourown.org/works/7918489/chapters/18093928 

Short Fic (Gen, 2015): Five Stages of Grief by Foolscapper @foolscapper http://archiveofourown.org/works/4521045

Short Fic (Gen, 2016-17): Now and Zen by Donda @thatonezombiecosplayer https://archiveofourown.org/works/10828710

Short Fic (Ship, 2015): A Favor for a Friend by Redcandle17 @redcandle17 http://archiveofourown.org/works/4948393

Short Fic (Ship, 2016): Scar Maps by Battle_Cat @fuckyeahisawthat https://archiveofourown.org/works/7836682

Short Fic (Ship, 2017): Flutterby by Owlship @v8roadworrier http://archiveofourown.org/works/9815996

Most Promising WiP (Gen, all years): The Outside by Fadagaski @fadagaski http://archiveofourown.org/works/5874475/chapters/13867615

Most Promising WiP (Ship, 2015-16): Roads to Valhalla or Somewhere Like It by  Fancyladysnackcakes @fancyladysnackcakes http://archiveofourown.org/works/4682774/chapters/10689179

Most Promising WiP (Ship, 2017+): A Rock and a Hard Place by Jaetion @jaesauce http://archiveofourown.org/works/6108001/chapters/13999753

Witness, Under the Radar Fic Award (Gen, 2015-16): All the World’s Water is Leaving by Heartofstanding @heartofstanding https://archiveofourown.org/works/7971421

Witness, Under the Radar Fic Award (Gen, 2017): 7000 Days Part II by Livia_LeRynn @livia-lerynn https://archiveofourown.org/works/7309189/chapters/16600648

Witness, Under the Radar Fic Award (Ship, all years): Perihelion by Proprioception(sacrificethemtothesquid) @sacrificethemtothesquid https://archiveofourown.org/works/11613267/chapters/26109225

Smutting Historic Award (2015): Kiss and Make Up by Xenowhore @shiningstar-kastle http://archiveofourown.org/works/4147923

Smutting Historic Award (2016): Swelter by Owlship @v8roadworrier http://archiveofourown.org/works/6095653

Smutting Historic Award (2017): Another Man’s Woman by Proprioception(sacrificethemtothesquid) @sacrificethemtothesquid https://archiveofourown.org/works/11425002/chapters/25597899

Chromest of AUs (2015): Blood, Coffee, & Motor Oil by Underwater_Owl @underwaterowl http://archiveofourown.org/works/4025509

Chromest of AUs (2016): The Outside by Fadagaski @fadagaski http://archiveofourown.org/works/5874475/chapters/13867615

Chromest of AUs (2017): Untitled Ghost Fic by Owlship @v8roadworrier and Donda @thatonezombiecosplayer http://thatonezombiecosplayer.tumblr.com/post/166608181882

Worldbuilding Award (all years): Fortunae Plango Vulnera by Eag @evilasiangenius http://archiveofourown.org/series/288167

OC Who Should Be Canon: Rabbit created by Tyellas @thebyrchentwigges https://archiveofourown.org/works/7560889/chapters/17198398

Outstanding Portrayal of a Canon Major Character (all years): Target Practice by Livia_LeRynn @livia-lerynn https://archiveofourown.org/works/9572204

Outstanding Portrayal of a Canon Minor Character (all years): Sparring Lessons by Battle_Cat @fuckyeahisawthat http://archiveofourown.org/works/4920688

Highest Octane Action (all years): Fortunae Plango Vulnera by Eag @evilasiangenius http://archiveofourown.org/series/288167

That Fic that Made You Laugh (2015): Brunch at the Citadel by Bethagain @bethagain https://archiveofourown.org/works/4126554/chapters/9302292

That Fic that Made You Laugh (2016-17): Salad Days by Proprioception(sacrificethemtothesquid) @sacrificethemtothesquid http://archiveofourown.org/works/11700156

That Fic that Made You Want to Scream Out Your Pain in the Desert (2015): Rust by SupercarXS @supercarxs http://archiveofourown.org/works/5094497

That Fic that Made You Want to Scream Out Your Pain in the Desert (2016-17): Glow by Proprioception(sacrificethemtothesquid) @sacrificethemtothesquid https://archiveofourown.org/works/11354775

Supernatural/Horror/Fantasy (2015-16): Out of the Bag by Owlship @v8roadworrier http://archiveofourown.org/works/7927072

Supernatural/Horror/Fantasy (2017): Untitled Ghost Fic by Owlship @v8roadworrier and Donda @thatonezombiecosplayer http://thatonezombiecosplayer.tumblr.com/post/166608181882

Crossover (2015): A Jump to the Left by Owlship @v8roadworrier http://archiveofourown.org/works/5153516/chapters/11866535

Crossover (2016-17): Daughters of the New World by Livia_LeRynn @livia-lerynn​  https://archiveofourown.org/works/11243373/chapters/25129089

Wastelaaand!!! Award (2015): Gastown Nights by Tyellas @thebyrchentwigges​ https://archiveofourown.org/works/4515567/chapters/10270788

Watelaaand!!! Award (2016-17): Fortunae Plango Vulnera by Eag @evilasiangenius http://archiveofourown.org/series/288167

Ane are Thank you again to everyone who voted, premoted, or gave input into the running of these awards.  Please @ this blog in any acceptance speeches so we can reblog them.  Keep writing (and reading) historic.

[kote-the-inn-keeper]

Personal rant, but, I really want more writers to be less ~elusive~ and like vague as shit when it comes to how they go about seeing other people interact with their characters. Not like “this character is my fav and fuck all you readers if you don’t like them”, but the “Haha, hey, that’s fucking disgusting that you’d do that / ship that / etc with my characters when they are clearly not built that way so stop it” kind of way. 

Like, it’s pretty common to see writers either just quietly ignore in*est or und*eage ships or ab*sive ships along with blatant fuckin racism and racist stereotypes that masses of fans dive head first into for??? some ungodly heathenish reason??? Like, yes, the writer is one person. Yes they have their own lives. Yes they work and are busy and blah blah like normal people. But, I know they see it to a degree in some cases. They interact with fans and hear stories or get sent things by friends. Writers have and do interact with fanart (though I guess legally cannot read fanfics until their series of books is over due to possible infringements? Something i read a while ago, idk how true it is). They see this stuff, and like just??? let it go by????

I mean, sure, you could argue the whole “It’d lower sales” or “make people stop reading”. But, oooooookay? And? You’re selling to the world and word of mouth as is, there are a billion other people who will read and consume or hear of your writing. Why is telling off harmful people and possibly driving them away from consuming your work such a bad thing? Why would you want those kinds of people touching or tainting your work anyway?? Oh noooo, people who perpetuate harmful and terrible things won’t touch your work -- oh wait, that’s a good thing. 

When the writer writes family bonds, or bad characters, or a plethora of other shit, I just feel like they shouldn’t have to be ~covert~ and ~polite to everyone~ about not agreeing or blatantly calling out shitty people on how they portray their characters. Readers should be allowed room to have headcanons and imagination and fill in the blanks, I’m not saying they shouldn’t be allowed too (esp if the writer is kinda white-centric or missing representation in other areas overall). I’m saying when it comes to things like the shit above, a writer should be able too, and should, speak out on it and tell their audience to knock to the hell off. Just tell readers like “omfg what is wrong with you??? why would you ship family??? together??? why would you push an ab*sive relationship like that when I’ve very clearly written the one character to be a victim what the fuck??? Why can’t ya’ll just be normal ass people holy shit”. 

Idk that’s just me and I really do hope there are writers out there who do this. Maybe I don’t know them, but it’d be refreshing to see more of it.

[i-am-a-hog]

for the ask meme, 1, 19 and 23

Yoo! This was about the fanfic end of the year asks!

1. Favourite fic you wrote this year? - God I have so many faves in so many ways (like Cornflowers, which introduced me to a new trope or Shift which taught me about endurance or Jealousy which is the most popular of my fics and gave me the wildest validation), but the one that touches me the most (probably) is Don’t Speak (based on that song). If you read it aloud, it could be a poetry slam. It’s just.. Emotional

19. Any new fics to start next year? - I have like 1000 one shots planned and also gotta write a few gifts, that are definitely happening. Apart from that; Jesus/Judas Pain-sharing soulmate AU. 

23. Any fics you wanted to write but didn’t? -  So fucking many. And started too. All of the ones in the last question, a Loki/Grandmaster one, Eage of the ninth fic, etc, etc. It’s tragic.

Thanks for the ask!!

[eagehaunting]

“This bed is way too small for both of us…” for the bedsharing tropes, if you wanna?

Classic Trope Starters -- Bed Sharing

The van was cramped as all hell. For once, Arthur wished he just caved and pulled into one of the hotels they passed, but no. He had to keep driving further and further into the night, getting lower and lower on gas... until the four of them were literally stranded on the side of the road. Lewis's own questions on how much gas was left went ignored or dismissed under the assumption that they had enough gas to get to their next stop. Which would have been the case if their last canister wasn't secretly busted and leaked all of their precious fuel 30 miles back.

Vivi had forced Arthur away from the wheel, and then it was Lewis's wonderful decision to make him get his 'well needed' sleep. Then another brilliant idea of the two of them sharing the travel mattress in the back. Just like old times, Lewis said. Just until Vivi and Mystery get back with more gas.

Riding off the disappointing failure of getting them stranded, Arthur agreed. Now, Arthur was squeezed between Lewis's back and the wall full of crates and tools, nose buried in the crevice of his elbow, and regretting that decision. There was so little space. That or they grew way too much in the past few years, and sharing a mattress like they had in their middle school days wasn't exactly possible. Especially not with this mattress. It barely fit Lewis's body! Much less both of them! And Arthur was stuck with a heartbeat against his back and chasing away shivers that threatened to give away his discomfort. Behind him, Lewis was just sleeping peacefully, lightly breathing and probably dreaming of a time when things weren't so awkward and Arthur wasn't such a scre-... nope, can't call himself that, gotta practice positive self talk like Lewis asked him to.

It wasn't lasting as long as he hoped. Sighing into his arm, a grumble slips out, "This bed is way too small for both of us..."

"I know."

Arthur's eyes snap open, and he twists his head around to peer over his shoulder, and surprisingly, Lewis was as well. A small smile drifting across his apologetic features.

"N-no, It's fine, I just-"

Lewis scoots over and then rolls onto his side. Which so happened to be the very edge of the bed and there was a great chance for him to just fall off if they weren't careful. Not wanting that to happen, Arthur does the same, leaving a few centimeters between their chests.

It didn't help. Now instead of feeling every shift of Lewis's back and lungs against his, every breath was a minty and fresh and brushing against Arthur's cheeks. An accident, he knew, because Lewis never liked breathing in others faces, but it had his weak heart racing.

"Do you want me to move into the front seat?" Lewis asks, a sorrowful sound in his words.

"No! No, it's fine. S’okay. I-I can scoot up there if you-”

“No.” Arthur bites his lip and nods. Lewis wasn’t going to just let him up after getting him into bed, what was he thinking? “No, I would rather you stay here. Even if that means laying on you.” He laughs, and it warms Arthur’s chest a little, but Arthur nods and pushes his temple further into his pillow. 

“Figured you’d say that, got it.” 

“Not sure why you asked then,” Lewis pokes his rib and Arthur can’t stop his squirm and his returning poke, stealing a soft giggle from Lewis. After they settle, Arthur’s flimsy smile drops and he shrugs. 

“I don’t know. You know me, mister worry wart.”

“I know, you’ve always been that way.”

“Well don’t rub it in, ey?”

“My bad~”

They’re both silent for a few seconds longer, smiles slowly falling from their faces, only for that silence to be broken by Lewis sighing and then propping himself on his forearm. “I have an idea, for dealing with the lack of space. Wanna hear it?”

Arthur quirks an eyebrow. “Yes..?”

“How about you lay on me?”

“... What?”

“On my chest,” Lewis pats his pec for emphasis, “there’s plenty of room, and it would solve our issue, and then you could maybe sleep better-!”

“B-but! Thats...! Thats pretty close-”

“So?” 

“S-so? Thats- it’s way too close and-” Lewis is shifting back again, and his face drooping again and- “fu-fuck, I don’t mean it like- I wouldn’t want to b-but..” 

Lewis stops, giving him a studious look, and Arthur’s words freeze in his throat. As well as all of his reasons, which suddenly felt way too exaggerated and far too silly. For his best friend of all people... He shouldn’t be this tongue tied over him!  

“I mean...” Arthur swallows and forces his eyes to the window, “you and Vivi are... y’know, together! W-wouldn’t that be ... I-I dont know, a problem?” 

This time confusion bleeds into that sorrow, and Lewis’s eyebrows pull up. “N-no...” he says softly, “Arthur, were we making you feel like you can’t be affectionate with us...?”

“It’s not that!” 

He doesn’t say anything else, and once again the silence is back, and it’s a little too tense for Arthur’s liking. But neither of them say anything. Waiting for the other to start... 

Arthur gulps back his apprehension. “It’s not like- you guys made it feel weird. I don’t want it to be weird, and I dont.. want to intrude. Cuddling... I know we used to do it all the time but- its-... I don’t know...” 

“It’s different now?”

“... Yeah. It feel’s different.” 

The frown on Lewis’s face doesn’t vanish, and Arthur’s not sure what he expected, but he desperately wanted to wipe that look from his face. 

“I... I’m sorry. I- I would like to cuddle, actually.”

“No, its okay, Arthur.” The mattress sinks under Lewis’s hand and he’s pushing himself up, and Arthur’s heart is jumping into his throat and he’s jumping up as well, latching onto Lewis’s wrist, and they both freeze. 

This... should NOT be this difficult. For several seconds, Arthur’s jaw doesn’t move, and hes staring at Lewis’s face and hoping that he would understand what he’s feeling... “I- I want to cuddle. I do. I promise, I ... I haven’t done it in a while. It’s...”

His features lax, “nerve-wracking?”

A nod, “very.”

Lewis seemed understanding. Their next movements were slow and cautious, with Lewis laying down and Arthur crawling on top of him. Despite them still wearing their undershirts, it felt... so intimate. Arthur sinks down and lightly hugs Lewis’s torso, resting his cheek on Lewis’s broad chest.

They both sit there, and soon Lewis folds his hands on the small of Arthurs back. 

It served as an excellent reminder for why Arthur didn’t want to do this in the first place.

Lewis’s heartbeat was loud, and it beats hard in Arthur’s ear. Filling Arthurs mind with all the sensations that this closeness shot through Arthur. Telling him in great deal how many fantasies he had where Lewis hold him just like this...

His eyes mist, and Arthur wish they didn’t.

“Comfortable?” Lewis’s asks.

“Y-yeah, it is.”

He’s going to die here, isn’t he?

Vivi, please don’t get back soon...

[eagehaunting]

51. "You're cold, take my jacket." - lewthurrrrr pls?

Arthur kingsmen regretted a lot of things in his life, but out of all of them, walking outside in the chilly weather had to be one of the worst.

But... anything for Lewis. Lewis, who was preoccupied with his chin up and eyes glued to the starry night sky peaking through rock formations. His smile never fell when he asked Arthur to accompany him on his late night walk, and it certainly wasn’t going to fall now over Arthur complaining. As much as Arthur wanted to complain.

A cold breeze blows and hits him square in the face. Gripping his arms more, he tightens his jaw to stop the chattering. Dastardly shivers took turns racing up and down his back, and a new one overcomes them both like a tsunami.

‘Can we turn back?’ Lingers over Arthurs bitten tongue. But he won’t. Not now. Lewis hardly ever got a chance to go outside and take in the stars when he had to watch his siblings, or nap with Vivi, or accompany him that-

“Arthur? Are you listening?”

The antsy thoughts come to a halt. Arthur glances up, teeth chattering despite the tension in his jaw trying to force it down. “Y-ye-sh?”

Lewis frowns knowingly, unzipping his jacket and pulling it off before Arthur had a second to protest.

“You could have told me if you were cold,” Lewis hums, draping the jacket around Arthurs shoulders while he squirmed. “C’mon, make this easy for us both and take it?”

“B-but what about you-?” His eyes drop, and the goofy pink cat pull over Lewis had on stared him back in the face. He snorts a little. “Oh, you’re prepared... should have realized.”

Lewis’s eyes crinkle, and he muzzles Arthurs hair. “Yes, you should have.” There wasn’t an ounce of malice in those words. Arthur huffs, shoving his arms through the fuzzy, warm sleeves and haphazardly zipping up. Although, Lewis interrupts him with an arm draping around Arthurs shoulders, pulling him close into the solid body. It shields him from the brisk wind for a second.

And then, they’re turning back, because turns out it’s a little too cold for them both. But at least they had an arm wrapped around the other to shield against the bitter wind.

[eagehaunting]

Horror movies

There’s many things Arthur regretted, but the most apparent one on his list had to be choosing horror movies for his and Lewis’s boys night.

Enraptured in the mystery unfolding on screen, Arthur’s hands latched onto the arm of the couch, and Lewis’s hand. He hardly noticed when the man chuckled and took it for him. Now it’s been three scenes later and despite his clammy hands, Lewis still traced his thumb in relaxed circles.

If Arthur could tear his focus away from the screen, he would have been grateful. But no, he had to choose a movie that was so engaging that his thoughts simply wouldn’t stop. All of his nerves were tense as the suspense grew, the tension thickened, and the antagonist slowly creeping in to settling on both the protagonists and his mind like a thick cloud of dread.

He was holding his breath. Something which Arthur would have noticed, but he just couldn’t tear himself from the screen. He’s literally on the edge of his seat and with each second is a new tick, a new theory, a discovery-!

The screen exploded with light as something lunged directly at the camera, accompanied by a loud noise that definitely wasn’t him screaming but definitely should have been.

Body locking up, Arthur spasms against his closed throat. Spring loaded muscles launching himself back and slamming against the couch, and his arms- having no idea what to do except blindly flail and grasp onto anything, anything at all, latch onto loose fabric. Head pressing against something, Arthur gave into the distinct and intense need to hide away.

“Whoa-!” Lewis’s voice resounded through Arthurs entire head as the man stretched and leaned back. A horrible reminder that Arthur was in reality and oh, the thing he’s holding onto so fucking tightly wasn’t a pillow or hiding place it was his FRIEND-!

The tv’s volume it’s shut off, the lights freeze, and the warmth Arthur buried himself into shifted and stretched. Instead of burying against the firm structure of a rib cage, Arthur’s moved so his clenched eyes are pressed to something firm and squishy. Then, that warmth hooked around him, and he’s being pulled close and into Lewis’s lap.

All the while, Arthur’s fingers shook and his thoughts buzz.

“F-f-fuck me life,” he finally rasps out, prying his own face from the front of Lewis’s chest, “h-holy shit? Did you see that coming too?” He asks, lifting his head and taking in Lewis’s expression. It’s a mix of concern and amusement, and it matches the energy of those large fingers rubbing circles along his back

“I didn’t,” Lewis says, “I’m assuming you did?”

Arthur nods, burying his face again before letting out a pained whine. “Y-yeah! Fucking scared the tits off me still.”

Lewis chortled, pressing a hand to his lips to quiet the giggles. “I can tell.”

As he slowly regained his breath, the proximity became more and more apparent. Lewis was holding him… really close, wasn’t he…

Arthur’s face warms up for an entirely different reason. “Fu-fuck, shit.” He hissed, pushing himself to sit up straight a bit, and he meekly meets Lewis’s affectionate gaze, “s-sorry about that man.”

Lewis rolls his eyes, and squeezes Arthur close to his chest. His laughter like breath gracing Arthur’s forehead as Lewis nestles a kiss to his hairline. “Nothing to be sorry for, I got scared too.”

“Thank god I’m not the only one..”

“No, no, you have a habit of picking some of the scariest things known to man.” Lewis points out. Although it was a lie, and Arthur was a few seconds from pointing out how Vivi gave them both nightmares for weeks with her collection… but Lewis cuts off his thoughts. “Maybe we should turn on something else for a little bit? A nice rom-com so we can at least fall asleep tonight.”

“A rom-com…” knowing Lewis, it would be the cheesiest thing known to man, or the two of them will be clutching at each other as the drama unfolds and families are broken apart by a single kiss. “I… I can get behind that, yeah. Let’s turn on a romcom.”

And instead of listening to the small voice in his head, reminding him just where he sat, Arthur made no attempts to scoot out of Lewis’s hold. Relaxing and leaning his head against Lewis’s chest.

And the kiss on the forehead he earned afterward, comforting and affectionate, filled his chest with the nice tension of butterflies.

[eagehaunting]

"I'll always be by your side." involving Vivi

Arthur was sleeping especially hard that night, and it made Vivi remember that she and him weren’t so different. Especially when his legs were tangled with hers and the sheets, and with his arm somehow getting under her shirt and twitching against her back, and with his quiet breaths on her collarbone and the tickle against her chin.

She couldn’t sleep, kept waking up and finding Arthur crawling closer and closer, until he was latched on and half nestled against her.

It’s an overwhelmingly nice feeling, considering the talk they had earlier at dinner. While she ate, he fiddled with his fork and stared glumly - not an unusual sight, but always a concerning one.

Then with a heavy sigh and the clatter of his fork, Arthur laid both hands on the table and looked at her with his tired eyes.

“Can I ask you a shitty question, Vi?”

Vivi was already pushing her plate aside and folding her hands under her chin. He deserved nothing but her full attention, and she would give it. “Ask away.”

“I-“ his frown deepens, eyebrows furrowing, “you can tell me if it’s fucked up, I just-“

“Artie, you don’t gotta worry about that.” her voice was softer than it usually would be, calm and sweet, and she hoped it would be enough to convince him to calm down.

It did.

“Why do you like me?”

“Huh?”

“Like-“ he gives a small wave, eyebrows furrowing more, “why did you… why do you put up with me?”

Vivi gave her reasons. A million and two, and she didn’t stop until they were in the van and the reason for that question was coaxed out. There were tears, unusual- normally hidden- tears that spilled down Arthur’s cheeks. A wail that didn’t stop, a whine that only said her name and a plethora of lies Arthurs brain convinced him of.

Then they were in a motel, and Arthur was tired and dried out. Vivi offered cuddles, but he didn’t accept it at first.

Now she didn’t have the heart to remind his sleeping form of that. Not when he holds on tighter with every shift.

Vivi pets his hair and his back, her lips pressed against his forehead.

“I’ll always be by your side, Artie. Always.”