#PVRIS - Heaven

[flowersforbucky]

this entire album is so bucky x reader coded and is heavily influencing the fic i am working on (i mean it's titled after the album so obviously)

also, i'm out of town on a little mini vacation for the next few days so probably won't be super active ♡

[king-to-none]

𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 - 𝐩𝐯𝐫𝐢𝐬

album of the day: feb. 16, 2025

[poprocklyrics]

'Cause I could touch a hundred thousand souls But none of them would ever feel like home And no matter how far and wide I roam You are the only one that I'll ever know

Anyone Else, PVRIS

[kafkaesqueer]

Jackishauna, Yellowjackets // Anyone else by PVRIS

[magicaplin]

@lgbtqcreators creator bingo: favourite song

PVRIS - Half

[lais-a-ramos]

the fact that yellowjackets fandom is all about toxic yuri and i have yet to see 1 video edit/collage/web weaving with songs from pvris smh

[whvtswrong26]

Lynn Gunn of PVRIS <3 i meet Lynn soon i’m so so excited oml 🫶🏻

follow @ cerysmustd13_ on instagram for more <3

im not great at watercolour and am working on it :)

[awionetka]

𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞! ❅

3, 2, 1, go! love and deepspace boys become street racers (while possibly romancing you in the process)...

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫: fluff (?), drabble. street racer!Zayne x bar singer!reader.

𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫 / 𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 / 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥 / 𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬 / 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛

𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠…

❅ use me; pvris, 070 shake

❅ accident; woodz

❅ to be hunted; childish gambino

The night seemed young still when Zayne entered the dimly lit bar situated by one of the unofficial street racing sites.

It was some time ago he learnt that this one was his absolute favorite; with its sharp turns and treacherous traffic lights it required the highest possible levels of both skill and patience, something Zayne made sure to keep nurturing in himself. However, he would lie if he ever said that the challenge posed by the track was the sole reason he enjoyed it to such extent. How could it be, when merely five minutes away from it he found the purest of gems, tucked neatly on a wobbly bar stool right next to a beat up grand piano…?

Zayne heard you before he ever laid his eyes on your form. Some of his teammates and friends ordered a round of shots, the excitement from the previous race still present among them. Zayne, on the other hand, was the picture of composure, lip corners tugged gently upwards, hands clasped on the table in a polite manner. He’d gotten a high enough place in the ranking to move just a tad closer to paying off his student loans, and that in itself was sufficient. Now, the only thing he craved was to drive back home, feed Basil (his 7 year old half Persian with a knack for causing mischief when her owner was gone) and crawl under the covers to catch at least some rest before the morning alarm attacked his senses once again.

But then, the atmosphere shifted. It wasn’t an obvious change, more like a gust of wind rustling the pages of his favorite book or the faintest of raindrops grazing his skin. Zayne had barely any time to spot it before you began your performance – that night, it was a mix of your beloved Amy Winehouse tunes and something else he wasn't familiar with – successfully enchanting everyone in your vicinity, including him (especially him).

In all honesty, even enchantment didn’t seem to quite cover it, at least not in his case. You were like a breath of fresh air, like stumbling upon a puzzle piece you thought you lost forever. Voice gentle and sultry, pliable enough to fit various kinds of songs without much strain. The sound crawled inside his veins, prickled his skin, made his head spin. To some, you were just mere background noise. To Zayne, you were the only person in the entire room that he was willing to actively pay attention to.

And so it continued; he participated in races, won some, lost some, waited patiently for someone else to bring up the bar you performed at. He was more than sure that the second his friends catch a whiff of his slight enchantment with your person, they would not only never let him live it down, but also go and try to do something about it, inevitably bothering you in the process. And he was willing to move heaven and earth in order to prevent that from happening.

However, he was still merely human and very much not immune to your charms. Zayne had tried to be more present within the conversation, even offered a game of cards once or twice, but your voice pulled him back as if he was put on a leash.

And even though his eyes would inevitably drift back to you, he’d never dare to let his gaze linger for too long at a time. It seemed barbarous to him to invade your space in that moment, even wordlessly, even from afar. So he bit his tongue and averted his gaze, mindlessly analysing the glass which his drink was served in, maybe dropping a comment or two to seem more invested in whatever was happening at his table.

All of his efforts entirely futile; as nothing could prevent his resolve from cracking under the gentle push of your fingers closing in on Zayne’s heart. And maybe, just maybe, he didn’t even wish it to resist. Maybe he needed to feel.

You were, first and foremost, a girl’s girl.

So, when one of your closest friends from the bar decided (against your own advice, may you add) to watch a street race in the neighbourhood in hopes of chatting up some guy, you weren’t about to let her go there completely by herself. Even though you had no interest in such endeavours whatsoever, deeming them tasteless and crude. You supposed however that one night wouldn’t cause much harm, aside from a slightly battered hearing for a day or two from all the tacky engine reeving you expected to witness.

Holding your friend closely by her upper arm, you slipped past a group of teenagers and a cloud of greyish smoke above their heads. At this point, you could only cross your fingers and pray that none of it would damage your vocal cords, the only source of revenue you still had.

"I feel like I'm at some high school party," you muttered to your friend, making her laugh.

She turned around to face you, eyes sparkling and tinted with mischief. "Isn't that the best part?"

Deciding to leave her cheerful comment unanswered, you leaned against the brick wall. How long did these things last? You'd promised your mum you would stop by tomorrow and help her out at the store and she always got up as soon as the sun peeked out.

Seemingly though, your prayers must've been answered, because not too long after, you heard the announcer's voice rise above the chaos.

"I hope you brought your friends and loved ones because tonight is about to become legendary!" He lifted up his hands like a knock off cult reader and a round of cheers errupted around you. "Let me introduce you now to today's shining stars! First off, we've got..."

The man proceeded to list three names you had never heard of prior to that night. You supposed it wasn't exactly a surprise on your part, since you weren't prone to hanging around places like this one, but in a bar like The Crimson Lotus word got around fast and, more often than not, stopped by you on its way.

Curiously eyeing the contestants (could you even call them contestants...?), you took notice of how they interacted with the crowd, attempting to win it over. None of it kept you occupied for long; all three racers looked almost disappointingly normal, until the announcer got to the fourth one, a tall, dark haired man with a pair of wire framed glasses perched on top of his head.

"Aaaaand last, but definitely not least, the calculated and mysterious, in this glorious Mitsubishi Lancer, Sage!"

You glanced at him in passing and then, something stuck. Blinking almost cartoonishly, you turned to face your friend, only to find her already staring in your direction with eyes wide out of pure shock. "Isn't that... the whisky sour guy?"

The whisky sour guy. That is the nickname your friends at the bar gave one of its frequent clients, one you commented on, once, pointing out that he seemed kind of cute. Obviously, since then your colleagues had blown it out of proportion, sending you knowing glances whenever he dropped by, and you prayed, and did so reverently, that the poor man wouldn't notice their looks.

However, in the comfort of your own apartment, one you shared with your most beloved of friends, you confessed to her that maybe you were in fact considering buying him a whisky sour and sending it off with a brief handwritten note. Because sometimes he really did seem like an emotionally mature, stable guy, an attorney, or perhaps a doctor, and maybe he'd be the one to finally treat you right.

Looking back at it now, faced with the harsh, stone cold truth, all of your daydreams turned impossibly sour, much like his drink of choice. And even though as the announcer introduced him, the man didn't present a much different demeanour from the one you were already familiar with, the feeling remained.

You'd managed to make him into something he was not.

With disappointment weighing down your heart, you turned away.

[canisalbus]

You said that you had a Vasco playlist (also probably one for Machete bcs duh) but i dont think i have ever seen you share them

If you feel comfortable, could you link them so I can rotate them in my head with a proper soundtrack

(Love ur work btw <3)

They have playlists, yes, but they're kind of messy and embarrassing and I'd like to keep the full ones private for now ´v`'

However, here's some songs that remind me of them at the moment:

Machete

Soap&Skin - Me and the Devil

Hozier - Take Me To Church

PVRIS - Holy

River Styx - Angel

Coldplay - Viva La Vida

Florence + The Machine - Hunger

Florence + The Machine - Breath of Life

Florence + The Machine - No Light, No Light

Florence + The Machine - What The Water Gave Me

Florence + The Machine - Bedroom Hymns

Florence + The Machine - Shake It Out

Florence + The Machine - Seven Devils

Florence + The Machine - Which Witch

Nicole Dollanganger - Executioner

Des Rocs - Used to the Darkness

Depeche Mode - Personal Jesus

Gang of Youths - Achilles Come Down

Rufus Wainwright - Hallelujah

AURORA - Heathens

AURORA - Blood In the Wine

Mitski - I'm Your Man

Muse - Take a Bow

Hurts - Exile

Hurts - Help

Richard Einhorn - Pater Noster

Guillaume David - Children of the Omnissiah

Keane - Sovereign Light Café

AJJ - Body Terror Song

carolesdaughter - please put me in a medically induced coma

Vasco

Hozier - Francesca

Lotte Kestner - Halo

Mitski - I Bet on Losing Dogs 

alt-J - Every Other Freckle

BØRNS - American Money

Lincoln - Saint Bernard

Rainbow Kitten Surprise - Fever Pitch

Barns Courtney - Glitter & Gold

Hurts - Illuminated

Hurts - Some Kind of Heaven

Woodkid - Conquest of Spaces

Woodkid - The Great Escape

Laura Veirs - July Flame

Sia - Fire Meet Gasoline

Mika - Origin of Love

La Bouquet - Sad People Dancing

Röyksopp - I Had This Thing

Lord Huron - The Night We Met

Johnny Klimek - Meeting Laura

Johnny Klimek - The Crowd Embrace

Florence + The Machine - Wish That You Were Here

Florence + The Machine - Drumming Song

Florence + The Machine - Cosmic Love

Florence + The Machine - Patricia

Belinda Carlisle - Heaven Is A Place On Earth

ABBA - Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!

You Are My Sunshine

Bonus (these only make sense if you know Finnish)

Scandinavian Music Group - Liian laiha rakkaani

Happoradio - Ihmisenpyörä

Happoradio - Sinun vaikka hajoat

PMMP - Viimeinen valitusvirsi

Antti Tuisku - Pyhä kosketus

Antti Tuisku - Mistä minä tiedän

Johanna Kurkela - Valoihminen

Iisa - Kaunein syy

[marketfreshfics]

Love is a... | Sebastian x MC

Header image (Sebastian): @starrysallow ✦ 5,439 words ✦ NSFW content (MDNI) ✦ unnamed female MC (no use of y/n), estranged friends to lovers, mild physical confrontation, some angst, oral, masturbation, p in v, tw: choking ✦ Inspired by "Love is A..." - PVRIS ✦ Read it below the cut or on AO3

Events following catastrophe were called fallout for a reason. Oftentimes it wasn’t the disaster itself, but the particles of pain that amassed the body counts, thrown to the heavens and scattered. What goes up, must always come down.

After killing Solomon and being pardoned outside of a court of magical law, based on friendship and honesty at the decision of his closest two friends, Sebastian was never the same. He stopped regular class attendance, prioritized unhealthy friendships, and frequented the restricted section even more. 

She worried, constantly, but each attempt to reconnect and rekindle had been dodged and ignored. Her poor owl probably thought her a right lunatic with the amount of return post that accumulated next to her bedside.

It was as if he breathed in strands of that wretched Killing Curse, and his former self was another casualty of that day. 

Distance was the only solution, and weeks bled to months, then years. Hostilities were built, grudges cemented, and relationships wedged. A lifelong friendship built on mutual trust, obliterated by all counts without salvage. 

It hurt her heart, to say the least. Even Ominis insisted on prioritizing Sebastian’s company, solely out of self-flagellating guilt in believing he could have, somehow, prevented all of this. Now, he felt like it was the best means of maintaining Sebastian’s composure, of averting further tragedy. Eventually, the infrequent study sessions and conversations in the Slytherin common room became a thing of the past. The Undercroft’s clockface locking mechanism collected cobwebs, of time lost and friendships standing still. 

She withdrew; the end of her seventh year approached and she was consumed by the quiet, by research, by exams. By any and all distractions that held her focus long enough to neglect her feelings. 

Until one sleepless evening, as she passed the time in the Slytherin common room, tracing shapes in the condensation on the windows looking out into the Black Lake. The sound of footfalls and deep snickers bit her focus and induced an automatic eye-roll, the tells of men being up to no good. She turned her back to the stairwell, opting out of asking what they were up to at one-thirty in the morning.

Nothing great from the sounds of it. The group halted at the bottom of the stairs, whispered amongst themselves, and let out hushed sounds of approval. And then, the last voice she wanted to hear in the middle of the night beckoned her attention.

“Hello.”

Fucks sake, she thought, hearing Sebastian’s unfortunately familiar tone. His cronies chuckled, and worry started to spread uncomfortably in her chest.

“Leave her be, Sebastian.” 

Relief cooled her blood as Ominis chided his best friend. Nothing wary would occur if he was in their company, that was certain; the heir of Slytherin had a quiet but firm reputation that fellow housemates were keen to avoid fucking around near. She turned, and swallowed hard.

Sebastian was a ghost of his former self, having filled out the straight-up-and-down form of his early teenage years. His black button-down could have used a proper resizing, taut at the biceps, the slightest hint of his undershirt peeking through the first buttonhole. Had they maintained a proper friendship still, she might have found him rather fetching. 

But that was off the table entirely, their friendship long past expiration, the unanswered letters like an obituary in itself.

Sebastian crossed the central chamber of the common room, walking with the subtle saunter of liquid courage and bad influence, smirking with a glassy haze in his eyes. 

He stood far too close to her. “I said, hello.” Terse, unyielding. The firewhisky on his breath branded her cheeks, and at this proximity, she was painfully aware of how much taller than her he’d grown. His little band of brothers hung back much to her relief; Ominis stood between them and the tower of darkness, the only one of them with some decorum (and sobriety)

“What do you want?” She muttered, fists balled at her sides to hide their tremble.

Sebastian feigned a hurt expression but it immediately dissolved, replaced with a terrible implication in his grin. “You.”

His audience chortled, save for Ominis, who seemed to be carefully attuned to whatever Sebastian was about to say next. 

She ignored his forward attempt, cursing herself inwardly for how excited it made her feel. “What happened to you?” She wasn't looking for an answer, at least not immediately. She would have preferred he give it some thought, then approach her the next morning with an explanation (and, perhaps, an apology). “What’s wrong with you? Ever since you-”

Chagrined by her prying question, he reacted abruptly, grabbing her by the throat and pushing her back hard against the window.

His friends seemed perturbed by the action, immediately noping out of any involvement and backing out of the room for what they believed was yet to come. Ominis however took a step towards Sebastian, his wand raised, pulsing red. “Release her, Sebastian.” There was an exercised firmness in his voice as if he’d done this before. She wasn't the least bit surprised. 

What was surprising, however, was her arousal. For his hand to be large enough to cup her throat just right, she thought it unfair. His eyes commanded her gaze, nostrils flared and breath hissed over snarled lips. His words bore grit, and punctuation pronounced. “Watch. your. mouth.”

It was no suggestion, about as much room for argument as was left in her airways for oxygen to travel to and from; next to none. Her jugular pounded against the web of his thumb, and his eyelids fluttered, pupils contracting in the earth of his eyes. 

He knew. He bloody well knew how she was reacting, he had to. It shredded her innocence then, flayed it on the rack and flung her into a pit that the bastard dug himself. 

Sebastian’s lip twitched, the corner tugging upwards into a smirk. Fuck him, she thought before speaking her mind, an emphatically sharp remark cutting a web of spit that landed on his chin. It only broadened his grin, as he wiped it away with his middle finger before swiping it with his tongue.

Her sympathies were with Ominis who had to endure this display of power and obstinate threats. “You’re reprehensible, Sebastian!” he warned as a firm hand clapped his shoulder. “Leave her be. She’s gone through enough already without your mistreatments.”

But she didn't want him to leave her be. She wanted him to mistreat her even more, and leave nothing left.

Mercy was given as Sebastian released her, wringing his hand. He narrowed his eyes as she ran off towards the spiral staircase, leaving before Ominis could provide consolation. Only once she was safely out of eye and earshot did she suck in a breath. She winced, a sting of soreness at her swallow, coughing to clear her stuck esophagus.

But that wasn’t what she fixated on. Instead of fear, she felt curiosity. Instead of warnings heeded, she draped his red flags over her shoulders like expensive silks. 

Deceived into tasting forbidden fruit by a fucking snake. She could have laughed if she weren’t so fixated on the abject deploracy of it all. Every detail was ingrained in memory, down to the searing heat exhaled from his nostrils, fanning her décolletage, his inferno blazing.

And still, tears sprung to her eyes as she ran to the only spot she considered would provide some quiet reprieve…

And somewhere she could moan freely without an audience.

Thankfully the greenhouse was left unlocked, most likely by a fifth-year tasked with watering the dirigible plums after dinner and forgot to lock up. She stepped into the classroom, the humidity warmer than the cold dampness of the Slytherin dungeons, and she found a quiet corner to scoot on her bottom out of sight.

Despicable as it was, her digits committed treason and slipped under the waistband of her pajamas, sinning herself, confessing to those immoralities to please with her pleas. Her eyes wrenched shut in concentration as she drew upon her new little devious spank bank, every reaction cycling on a loop as her wrist bones cracked quietly in her panties with the fervour of her ministrations. And as close as she managed to get herself, with the image of Sebastian tattooed on tight eyelids, she almost cursed out loud when the latch on the greenhouse door clicked with movement.

She wasn't alone anymore.

She might have anticipated Ominis following her in hopes of apologizing on his behalf, but she never would have expected Sebastian to be the one stepping into the greenhouse, not after what transpired minutes ago. Perhaps Ominis talked some sense and ordered him to reconcile in person.

He leaned against the door, his hands in his pockets. “I can see you,” He said quietly, gesturing to her slippers poking out of the shadows. “What are you doing over there? Please, can you come out a moment?”

“Or what?” She replied, still trying to steady her breath, the combination of running and masturbating making it draw shallow. “You going to strangle me again if I don't?”

He exhaled, and… pleaded? “Promise I won't. That… I was out of line. You didn't deserve a moment of that treatment, not ever.”

She frowned, not expecting this change of pace whatsoever. She pushed herself up to stand, quickly wiping her fingers on the inside of her t-shirt, shuffling closer to him while maintaining adequate distance. With the enchanted heat lanterns angled at the massive venomous tentacula nearby, his face was washed with a glow that gave him a false sense of innocence. Her heart ached as she looked attentively at her former best friend for more than she had in over a year. “Sebastian,” she began, crossing her arms. “Can we talk about this in the morning? You’re drunk.”

“Not anymore,” he replied. “Ominis gave me a rather sobering talk.”

“Still.”

He sighed. “Please… we’ve gone too long without hashing this out. There’s a lot I need to say, and I’m certain the same rings true for you as well, no?”

She nodded, chewing her lip. It took several heavy seconds for him to continue, weighed down by the breadth of time spent apart. “I want to start by apologizing for how I threatened you this evening. I had a few drinks, and I wasn’t thinking clearly.” Even though it sounded like he was reading from a rehearsed script, his expression was genuine. “It wasn't right to scare you that way.”

If you only knew, she thought, but she wasn’t about to give him the benefit of the doubt. She looked down and focused on the small hole in the toe of her slipper. “It’s fine,” she replied, nodding. “No. I’m alright. Thank you for checking on me.”

Truth be told, she just wanted him to wrap it up so she could rub one out already. She couldn’t think of anything but his hand on her throat, and it was giving her a fuckton of bad ideas. When she looked up again he was eyeing her curiously, and the hint of narrowness in his gaze made her bottom lip tuck between her teeth.

“What were you doing here before I arrived?” 

She wondered, at that moment, if he’d spent his free time studying legilimency. Her nonchalance did not convince him. The tells were there: flushed face, rumpled pajamas, the drawstring tucked into her waistband. Still, she didn’t want him to know that she was fingerfucking herself before his surprise appearance; Merlin knows what that would do for his ego. She played it off. “Just checking the growth progress on my mallowsweet.” 

“You’re still a piss poor liar.” He huffed, though a shadow of a genuine smile made an appearance as he clasped his hands in front of him. He studied her, stepping closer. “I’ll need to be honest with you now, but I only ask that you be honest with me in return.” 

“You weren’t before?” She raised an eyebrow.

“What? No, yes—- I was being honest there, truly.” He was tripping over words, evidently still feeling some of the alcohol in his system. “I won’t lie to you, promise.” 

After consideration, she nodded. “Okay, what is it?” I’m probably going to regret this, she thought, leaning against a crate of potting soil. 

Sebastian’s expression was thoughtful, the space between his brows creased. It appeared as though he were trying to choose the proper words. “Over the past couple of years, we’ve… well, I haven’t been myself.” The halfhearted scoff from her was not lost on him, but he continued. “Ever since, you know… that, happened, I’ve experienced these disturbing feelings, impulses that make me want to do terrible things. I don't know how to describe them, but they’re not inherently good. Ominis believes I’m dealing with guilt, but it’s not so simple. It’s not that direct.”

His quiet intensity doubled down then, and he looked at her. “I’ve wanted to… to hurt you.” His voice softened as he said your name. “I’ve thought of unimaginable things, truly awful acts that made me consider my very sanity. Things that you would never deserve in a thousand years. And they aren't just passing through.” The words seemed to leave a foul taste on his tongue. “They stick around. No one knows about it, because how could I admit such a thing? Even now I’m trying to cast them out. I don't know if it’s some kind of repressed anger that you decided against turning me in, forcing me to live with the consequences of my actions without trial…”

He shook his head. “Sorry, I’m prattling. I just want you to know, this is the reason I’ve been so… distant, with you. It ate me up inside to stay away and it wasn't fair to you without an explanation, but I couldn't trust myself. Even now, or earlier I mean… I don’t know if these thoughts will go away entirely.” Shame settled into his features. “Still, I miss you. I have missed you, and I miss our friendship. I miss…” 

Sebastian blinked for a moment, and before she could interject he was standing right in front of her, hands on the crate behind her. She was locked in, his strong arms a barrier from freedom, but she wasn't about to attempt escape. To do so would mean she couldn't experience him this close, this intense. He towered over her, swallowing, Adam's apple bobbing. “I miss what could have been. Please, be honest with me…” He took her hand then, dwarfing hers. It made her chest tight as he murmured, and the heart was apparent in his words. “Even knowing what I’ve shared, knowing fully well that I want to fight these feelings for you, would you ever… even want, to be friends again?”

Her mouth fell open slightly, the wind out of her sails. The divisiveness in her was tumultuous, warring between slapping him across the face and shouting profanely for the blind selfishness. True that there was deep anger in her heart, but there was also a void that ran deep, a cut that never healed. She looked up at him, let out a sigh, and wrapped her arms around his torso, her face in his chest.

Sebastian was caught off guard, his inhale caught in his windpipe, but he didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her in return. He held her so tightly she winced, letting out a small groan, but she didn't shy away, hugging him with equal enthusiasm as they swayed with the shared experience of reconnecting a missing piece after far too long. 

“Can you tell me when those thoughts are too much to ignore?” She asked after several seconds, looking up at him, ignoring the heartbeat that skipped attendance as a result. “I don’t want you to leave me again. That… that was the hardest thing to go through. I mean, we did everything together, and then to just, suddenly not…” She sighed. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

His brow furrowed. “Still relentlessly selfless, I see.” He smiled, and when he breathed she was relieved to find his breath no longer carried the smell of firewhisky, instead just purely him. “I swear to you, I’ll never put you in danger ever again. If I need to talk to someone or, I don't know, distract myself. I’d sooner fling myself from the astronomy tower than knowingly cause you harm.”

She nodded, but her mind was ping-ponging an idea around that made her reconsider her sanity. Rationality missed roll call and so when she looked up at Sebastian, when the rest of the world vignetted around him, the kiss happened all on its own. 

And he was just as eager, holding her body close as he consumed in a heat that scalded her resolve. Those fucking hands of his knew precisely where to hold her, where to pull, an indication that he’d imagined this before into his fist under bedsheets. She moaned with a tender kind of tact, fingers laced in his hair, practically pulling him into her petite form.

He parted to catch his breath moments later, cheeks and nose ruddy with blood flush. “This is okay?” His eyes flickered about her face, honing in on any evidence of disagreement in her expression. “I promise I won’t be rough with you, I--”

“Sebastian,” She murmured, tracing his clavicle as she spoke. Time to come clean. With any luck, he wouldn't be horrified of her. “I… I liked it… when you choked me.”

Brown eyes blinked, and she could practically see the cogs in his head struggle to make a full rotation around her admission. “You… you enjoyed that? But--”

“I loved it.” 

His lips parted then, and she saw a new look in his eyes. Perhaps this was what he sought to keep buried from her and yet here she was, laying in the very mound of dirt he turned up. 

So much is communicated in their gaze. His expression changes, and the paradigm shifts. “Yeah?” His voice has a hint of heat, a sample of what is to come, and the way he comes to terms with this burned slowly in her belly. “You like rough stuff?”

Her face flamed. “I-I never knew… But when you…”

The thought clicked then, and he tilted his head. “…what did you say you were doing in here, again?” 

“…I didn’t.” 

A slow smirk of understanding spread and remained in place, even as his lips crashed into hers. He kissed her with more insistence this time, harder, more ragged breaths than taking her breath away. Sebastian leaned into it, teasing her with his words. “What a little imp you are, scurrying off to rub one out. I’m surprised you didn’t go to your dormitory, where I wouldn’t be able to find you, left to your own devices…”

She gasped as those tactile fucking hands of his settled at her hips, fisting the waistband of her pajamas so hard the woven texture and seams of the fabric left indentations on his palms. Her hands were put to good use then as well, attempting to unbutton his shirt without breaking their kiss, a feat in itself considering how little thought was in her brain regarding anything that wasn’t connected to his body. Sebastian resumed his little wordplay while she untucked his shirt from his trousers. “Someone’s eager, aren’t we?”

“Shut up,” she muttered, and he chuckled while swatting her hands away from his nearly open shirt, grabbing and hoisting her to sit on the crate. Her legs snapped open immediately and Sebastian let out the most beautiful breathy groan, leaning into her as his lips descended the column of her neck. The humidity of the greenhouse gathered a whisper of perspiration along their brows, but the heat between them was something else entirely. Finally undoing his shirt in her conquest, it fell from his shoulders and she couldn’t help but drink him in. “Sebastian, you’re…”

He seemed a touch vulnerable at that moment, but it faded lightning fast as he grabbed the hem of his undershirt and pulled it over his head.

Her brain was rendered a useless mound of matter as she ran her hands over his defined chest, her eyes darting to the enticing trail of hair that disappeared into his trousers. 

“Fuck,” she breathed, and her intrigue spurred him on, fed the deviant within. His hand slid up her torso, deliberately over a braless breast, settling to hold her throat. The other, however, buried between her legs and cupped her mound from over her pajamas. 

The sound she made was positively primal, and she crushed her bottom lip between her teeth as he applied pressure, rubbing his fingers in devastatingly slow circles that made her hips buck. He leaned in close to her ear as she whimpered, nipping a lobe. “That's my girl… sing for me.” 

So she did, letting the moans out freely as he tightened his grip on her neck. Her back arched as his thumb pressed into the side of her throat, and the sensation made her acutely aware of her heartbeat. It throbbed in her head and her sex, her mouth agape as his dark eyes watched her reactions, and the wicked grin he gave her pronounced his excitement. “You like that?” He asked, voice hoarse and low, laden with lust. “You like how I touch you like this?”

She nodded eagerly, trying to control the friction between her legs with more measured motions, and he obliged with enough pressure that her wetness began to wick through the fabric, ample and abundant. “Merlin, you’re already so wet for me.” The way he spoke to her was nothing short of sinful, his voice reaching a lower pitch she’d never heard before. He sped up, letting her rock into his palm as he varied the pressure on her carotid. She could come just like this, pathetic and whining and without having taken any clothing off yet. 

Sebastian seemed intent on making sure she did just that. He leaned down to mouth a nipple from over her thin t-shirt, pulling another beautiful sound of pleasure from her mouth. The cotton wet with his lips around her pebbled peak and it throttled her impending orgasm. Her moans ascended in pitch, and just as she came the hand on her throat loosened. Her climax rocketed through her then, echoing sharply off the glass panels of the greenhouse, and if anyone were in the immediate proximity they would surely know it wasn't the sound of a mandrake that wriggled loose from its pot. Thighs spasming and tight to his sides, she rode out her release against his hand, the soaked crotch of her pajamas goading him on. 

His mouth disconnected from her, capturing her lips in an almost desperate kiss, despite the confidence in his tone. “You’re beautiful when you come for me,” Sebastian purred, and he finally pulled off her shirt, baring her chest. His quiet exhale signaled his enjoyment. “Fuck, look at you…”

“You like what you see?” She found her voice mingled with a new sense of boldness as she palmed her breasts for him, giving him a rightful show. Sebastian uttered an expletive to voice his approval and eagerly claimed her lips in a breathtaking kiss as he undid his belt. 

“God, yes,” his response was airy and rough. “Look what you do to me…”

And look she did, as he untucked himself from his underwear, practically twitching with the reflex of his abs clenching, his cock so hard it could crush diamonds to dust. She bit her bottom lip as he palmed his member, a groan born deep in his chest as she scooted off the crate and sunk to her knees in front of him, the cobblestone floor biting her joints. His cock bobbed at the most beautiful fucking sight he ever saw, and with an eager grasp at his base, she took the tip past her lips.

Sebastian’s head lulled back as he let out a quiet “unh,” drawn out once she slid the rest of his length into her mouth. She took his wrists then, bringing them behind her head, and his body knew precisely what to do as his fingers combed through her hair. With an abrupt thrust, he pushed deep into her eager mouth, and the moan that vibrated around his girth was all the encouragement he needed to repeat the motion. He imparted a slow, but intense pace, and she kept up with a slacked jaw and willing tongue. His cock glistened as it slid past her lips, a delicious mix of her saliva and his precum dribbling down her chin as she let him fuck her pretty mouth. The tip hammered the back of her throat and the sound she made to suppress her gag reflex stirred something in his chest, as if the nature of his ability to determine true love had some dirty little kinks of its own. 

Then again, looking down into her eyes, gone glassy with the effort of her fellation, he had to wonder. 

She didn't offer much room for second thoughts as she bobbed forward, taking him to the very base and then some, her nose pressed into the tufts of hair at his pubic bone. He held her there as she swallowed around his cock, her throat clenched as she sucked hard. With her airways constricted her breath was caught with nowhere to go and she properly choked, her face going red. Sebastian had never experienced something this intense, and he panted with balled fists in her hair to pull tightly. 

His hips snapped, withdrawing from her mouth as she sucked in a breath, so quickly that she coughed from the rush of air. “While I’d love to keep fucking your mouth,” he grinned, and she swore she saw the devil himself, “I need you to come around my cock while I choke that pretty little throat of yours.”

His words were music to her ears. She obliged, and he pulled her up by the hair to stand again, attacking her lips, all teeth and tongues. His fingernails scratched her hips as he wrenched her pajama bottoms down, her panties joining them at her ankles before he lifted her onto the crate again. The wood scraped her bottom but she had no room to protest as his cock commanded her attention, dragging deliciously between her puffy folds. “Sebastian, please,” she mewled almost pathetically, angling her hips in hopes of slipping him in on her own. 

“Oh sweetheart,” he sighed softly, “you’re so wet…”

An unexpected moment of tenderness claimed his senses then and he looked up, their gazes meeting, hearts swelling. He cupped her cheek, swiping a spot of spit from her chin as he leaned in to kiss her with a softness that he wasn't accustomed to. For all the pain he’d known, for all the darkness that stained his being, she was the safe space to embrace. 

And he dare not let go of her. Not again. Not ever.

Her name fell from his lips as he slid inside of her. She hissed quietly as she acclimated to his length, testing his girth with a tightness that sent shivers up her spine. He rolled his hips, and she faced the heavens.

Sebastian was an intense lover, she discovered, his forehead pressed to hers as he fucked her deep, rocking on her ass with his eager motions. She was keen to contribute, her legs pretzeled around his waist, hands gripping his biceps for support, holding on for the ride of her life. Her plush warmth enveloped his cock, a silken heat that pulled him in. Their pace was perfection, enough to build their pleasure without losing traction. 

“Mm, here.” He scooped her up at the bottom, carrying her effortlessly to a nearby workstation, gesturing her to lay her back on the desktop. “I wanna see all of you…”

He grabbed her hips with an almost bruising firmness and continued to fuck her on the workstation, watching his cock pump in and out of her, and she realized with a soft chuckle why he’d chosen this specific desk. No doubt this was a slight dig at her previous crush during their third year, Leander fucking Prewett, when Sebastian had caught them snogging outside the entrance to their common room. He’d teased her relentlessly for it, and now she had half a mind to wonder if it was a little crush of his own developing back then. His wicked grin implied they were on the same page. “You little shit,” she chuckled, but it cut off as he slammed inside, pulling an especially loud moan from her. No room for Gryffindor thoughts in this snake pit. 

Sebastian’s gaze darkened with lust, his hair tousled along his forehead. One of those perfect hands claimed her throat as he shrouded her. “Yes,” she rasped, and he clasped firmly, squeezing precisely where he had to to get her heart thundering through her temples. She realized then, as her pulse became dangerously loud behind her ears, that he was timing his thrusts to her heartbeat. Her back arched with the increased pace, a symphony of gargled moans singing his praises as she quickly ascended the peak of an approaching climax. “Sebastian, I’m—I’m close…”

“I know,” he replied, unyielding in his motions. The edges of her vision greyed, and before she could protest the impending blackout, he eased his grip. At the precise moment that oxygenated blood returned to her brain, she came hard around his cock, hollering his name as she convulsed on the desk. Sebastian didn't stop, however, chasing the tails of his release with reckless abandon, hips pistoning so hard the table jostled and scraped against the floor. When he did come he punctuated it with a growled expletive, holding his hips flush to hers as her spent, quivering sex milked him for all he could give. 

He collapsed onto her chest, kissing her sternum between shallow breaths. “You felt so, so good,” he whispered, craning his neck to offer breathless kisses as she cradled his head adoringly. She gestured to sit upright and he pulled out, sooner than he’d wanted, but he could tell by her soft groan that the firm surface had to be brutal on her spine. 

Instead, she held him, melting into another appreciative kiss. “As did you. That was… I never knew it could feel like that.”

Sebastian chuckled, nosing her cheek with affection. “Perhaps I shouldn’t have left you alone after all.”

Her smile faltered, and he caught the echo of pain behind her eyes. “Sorry, I… I should have talked to you about this sooner. I was wrong to have shut you out this way. I was only trying to ensure your safety.” His thumb brushed her bottom lip. “I’ll make it up to you, for lost time.”

“You better,” she grinned again, this time with fondness as she brushed the bangs back from his forehead. “And, maybe… we can keep exploring these new enjoyments together. Perhaps by letting you indulge in some rougher activities, it will help.”

Sebastian nodded slowly. “You’d want to do that for me?”

“Of course I would,” She replied without hesitation. “What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t offer my assistance?”

A strong brow raised at that, and he smirked. “Oh, is this currently what you would define as friend behaviour between us?” he gestured to their naked forms, flushed pink with post-sex afterglow, glistening with a sheen of sweat. “Merlin, you’ve become awfully chummy.”

She rolled her eyes, thanking him wordlessly as he helped put her shirt back on before retrieving his own. “So you’re assuming I’m you’re girlfriend now or something?”

“Will you?” 

She caught it; fleeting, but there nevertheless, a fond expression that brought back memories of his younger years, a boyish charm that captured her heart long ago. Her Sebastian was still living, hidden beneath layers of tarnish and grime, but certainly there, and she would polish him back to his original splendour and shine. She nodded, and they made plans to meet again sooner rather than later because later was an awful prospect in this touching moment of reunion.

She left the greenhouse with his hand in hers, a changed woman, gladly leaving the bodies of their former selves on the floor, all akimbo and forgotten, a distraction for the pain of the past to feast upon, releasing them from the confines of their creation.

Love is a murder, after all.

[vellichor-lover]

Decided to compile the songs which represent evervale best imo, because I just love my Villains playlist (and them) sm 😭😭

Evervale Songs!

Innocent - Mitchel Dae (“I / Wish I could turn back the time / And do it all over, let someone close enough / To lift off the weight of the crimes / That weigh on my shoulders, then maybe I would be / Innocent where I don’t convolute / Twisted up versions of the truth” AGHHHGAGHGA ELI EVER IS THAT YOU)

Bury a Friend/God’s Gonna Cut You Down - Every King & Commoner, Travelers (self-explanatory even just from the title I think 😭)

Snakes - MIYAVI, PVRIS, Arcane (Victor to Eli, Eli’s the snake. Definitely badass enough for them as well)

Kill Our Way to Heaven - Michl (was this song literally written about Eli?)

Succession (Main Title Theme) - Nicholas Britell (vibes)

Sucker - Arcane, Marcus King (Vic after Eli’s death?? 👀)

The Good Soldier - Nine Inch Nails (Eli: “I am trying to believe / Blood hardens in the sand, cold metal in my hand / Hope you understand the way that things are gonna be / There’s nowhere left to hide ‘cause God is on our side”)

down to the river - Mitchel Dae (the whole thing. Listen to it guys it’s my favourite song)

Dark Signs - Sleep Token (“And where we met, there must have been dark signs / Omens in your skies / Most days you reach for safety / Remain calm, forget that you know me / And when we met, I could see dark signs” AND ALL THE REST OF THE LYRICS AHHGHAHGAH)

Outrunning Karma - Alec Benjamin (ELI THIS IS SO SO ELI OMG)

Hell Hath No Such Fury - David Chappell (vibes again)

engravings - Ethan Bortnick (vibesss omg the piano!! Also the lyrics kinda give Victor to Eli)

Ascensionism - Sleep Token (“Who made you like this? / Who encrypted your dark gospel in body language? / … / Won’t you come and dance in the dark with me? / Show me what you are, I’m desperate to know / Nobody better than the perfect enemy”)

Call Me Revenge - 21 Savage, d4vd (I’ll give you three guesses who this one relates to)

What Could Have Been - Sting, Ray Chen (also from Arcane. I am obsessed w this song and it is so them. On a related note, Silco and Vander from Arcane really gave me Evervale vibes?? Might make another post abt this; to me they are both very similar to Victor in different ways)

flAsh flooD - Mitchel Dae (haha can you guys tell I like Mitchel Dae? idk for this one, mostly just vibes again)

Blood Sport - Sleep Token (GUYS THIS IS *THE* EVERVALE SONG TO ME. WDYM “I’m still your favourite regret / You’re still my weapon of choosing”? BRO WDYM “I wanna be forgiven / I wanna choke up chunks of my own sins / Even if the sky cracks in mourning / And the heavens just won’t open up for me / Would you invite me in again? / Let me pay for my arrogance? / Won’t you show me your weakness? / I made loving you a blood sport”?? IT’S LITERALLY THEM)

Here is the link to my playlist if anyone needs more of their vibes ❤️❤️

[yichens]

Rules: Shuffle your repeat playlist and post the first ten tracks, then tag ten people.

thanks for the tag @kholran ♥

there's nothing that new here but sharing anyway as i never tire of talking about music ^^

I. หูดับ (Who Says) – LYKN (ThamePo OST) II. Norte a Sur – Ana Saia III. Heaven – TAEMIN IV. LOVE IS A... – PVRIS V. เพียงนิทาน – Nont Tanont (Spare Me Your Mercy OST) VI. 梦的烛衣 – Zhang Bichen (Fangs of Fortune OST) VII. 5CM – William Jakrapatr (ThamePo OST) VIII. 不念不响 – Tian Jiarui (Fangs of Fortune OST) IX. 战·永不言败 – Zhou Shen (The Land of Warriors OST) X. เพราะฉันมีเธออยู่ (Love Is You) – Jimmy Jitaraphol, Sea Tawinan

tagging: @lyknest @snimeat @mooninagust @wanderlust-in-my-soul @raypakorn @i-got-the-feels @thamepo ♥ no pressure!

[the-slow-but-make-it-fandom]

⚠️‼️Terror Playlists Approaching‼️⚠️

A continuation of the 8-songs-per-character thing I did a little while back (Link here!) with the same premise: songs were picked because I think a modern-day iteration of the character might listen to them, and because the songs are about the character in some fashion.

I made sure each individual playlist didn't have any repeat artists, but a lot of characters share an artist or two if I wanted to emphasize a connection between them, (EXCEPT for silna's first song that one was just too perfect to not add okay) so keep an eye out for that! This goes for the previous set of playlists as well.

New playlists below the cut!

A Bad Pun | Fitzjames "Are you wearing the-" "The Boots Fitzboots? Yeah, I am."

Guericke's Unicorn - Beirut

This Must Be the Place (Naive Melody) - Talking Heads

Sunburnt Through the Glass - PREP

6am - Fitz and The Tantrums

Back Pocket - Vulfpeck

Sunday - The Cranberries

Sea Gets Hotter - Durand Jones & The Indications

Selfless, Cold and Composed - Ben Folds Five

Not Made Of That | Hodgson When Dave K said Hodge loves a diva he meant Bayonetta, obviously

Falling Behind - Laufey

eScape - Masayoshi Soken

Futile Devices - Sufjan Stevens

Snake Eater - Cynthia Harrell

I'm Not A Mountain - Sarah Kinsley

Fly Me to the Moon (∞ Climax Mix) - Melody Sentai Harmonyranger (but its the real bayonetta version in my heart)

The Place Where He Inserted the Blade - Black Country

I Really Want to Stay at Your House - Rosa Walton

Our Own Choices | Gibson 6ft and bottoming.. this is the type of greed they talk about in the bible

Flower - Liz Phair

BURN THE WITCH - PVRIS

Sympathy is a knife - Charli xcx

Billions - Caroline Polachek

baglaens - Lowly

Bones - Crumb

Kill Bill - SZA

Monument - Röyksopp

Take Our Chances | Armitage sol really was texing tommy like "omggg ur gonna hate meeee"

I Got Heaven - Mannequin Pussy

You Probably Couldn't See For The Lights But You Were Staring Straight At Me - Arctic Monkeys

Ride on shooting star - the pillows

My Trigger - Miike Snow

Philip the Engineer - JR JR

Marine Layer - Pocket Hole

Take It or Leave It - Cage The Elephant

Figure It Out - Queen Cult

Even Now | Goodsir I will never get over JFJ's drawing of goodsir's weak chin like get his ass

Affirmation - George Benson

Take Ten - Paul Desmond

Cool Out - Leroy Hutson

Sonora - Ryo Fukui

Frontline - Butcher Brown

Maybe Tomorrow - Grant Green

Music is mine - Nujabes

And Then - James Tillman

Even If I Could | Silna Silna made friends with ONE guy and the worlds worst boyband fucking ATE him

Vision One - Röyksopp

Shelter - Porter Robinson

You Can Say Hi - Soia

ataataga - Riit

Head of the Lake - Leanne Betasamosake Simpson

Bebop - [bsd.u]

Luv(sic.) pt3 (feat. Shing02) - Nujabes

Solitude - re:plus

Dead, and Gone | The Terror (2018) Their asses are NOT "𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁"‼️

The Last Ship - Sting

The Switch and the Spur - The Raconteurs

Black Smoke Rising - Greta Van Fleet

Back Stabbin' Betty - Cage The Elephant

Vultures - John Mayer

Sea Gets Hotter - Durand Jones & The Indications

Spinning - Zero 7

Approximately 906 Miles - Harrison Fjord

[wolvereaux]

rules: put your “on repeat” playlist on shuffle, share 10 songs, then tag 10 people!

tagged by @come-mist-eternal >:3c

I've added in my favorite lines from the songs when applicable, but that's not a requirement~

1) You and I - PVRIS (reaching out) but for now we stay so far (can't feel you now) 'till our lonely limbs collide (reaching out) I can't keep you in these arms (can't feel you now) so I'll keep you in my mind can we meet in the middle? bodies and souls collide dance in the moonlight when all the stars align for you and I for you and I

2) Lion - Hearts & Colors there's a lion in the wardrobe and a wolf at the door I might never get to heaven but I've been there before 'cause when she's lying in my sheets in that new tee shirt I bought - ain't no place that I gotta be, still two steps back from where I wanna be

3) Earthrise - Starset I still fall for you like suns do for skies cerulean pouring in from your eyes just a hollow moon that you colorized so powerful, I feel so small but so alive like watching the Earthrise

4) Kill the Crown - 2WEI

5) Holy Smokes - Bohnes I'm gonna pray to your body, pray to your body like it's my religion I'm gonna pray to your body, pray to your body until I'm forgiven

6) Babylon - Barnes Courtney dreaming and lost alone, far from your mother's home the madness in your bones it's boiling in your blood an endless sky above, these deserts that you roam what planet are you on? what constellation? you're floating like a ghost out here in the unknown what planet are you on? cosmic phenomenon stars in the millions - oh holy golden sun

7) Ocean Eyes - American Avenue I've been walking through a world gone blind can't stop thinking of your diamond mind careful creature, made friends with time he left her lonely with a diamond mind it’s no fair you really know how to make me cry when you give me those ocean eyes I’m scared I've never fallen from quite this high falling into your ocean eyes those ocean eyes

8) Breaking My Bones - Friday Pilots Club and we fashion our souls for the likes of a ghost for all the stars to come down yeah, all of the stars to come down (let's talk) happiness or vanity - where do you find your clarity? how do you get off, who do you call god? never mind, just stare at me let it kill you then tell all your friends pretty people make the pages of the DSM

9) Eurydice (Dan's Demo) - Bastille but I, I, I I wanna breathe your every breath be the truth and be the myth through the days and through the nights through the bitter life, oh I 'cause you're my life and you're my death you score the music in my head through the days and through the nights through the bitter life, oh

10) Home to Me - Devil and the Deep Blue Sea on the day you left me, you'd promised you'd come back I don't know who taught you how to live like that all the fences in your way have to crumble in the wind, one day how dare you love me like you've never known fear you've got more troubles than minutes in the year and a voice like your father's tells you 'nothing good's for free' well, that may be but you're walking home - that may be but you're walking home to me

tagging: @abidethetempest, @nopewhynopewhy, @angstyavocado, @liopleurodean, @nonsensicalramblings79, and @nachosncheezies!

no pressure, ofc!

[starkindart]

This is an old piece from December 2020 but I still kind of love the concept. Heaven by PVRIS is still on my Danashi playlist, pretty close to the song that I am currently drawing a piece for ;3

[berthiindeath]

put your   "on repeat"   playlist on shuffle,   list the first 10 songs  &  tag 10 people to do the same

Knuckle Velvet - Ethel Cain Emergence - Sleep Token heaven - Mylie Taylor You Make Me Sick! - Ashnikko Abracadabra - Lady Gaga Claws - Kim Petras Salvation - Rebecca Black A Palé - Rosalía  Golden Age - Ethel Cain Separate - Pvris

TAGGED BY:  @unhirsch <3 mwah TAGGING: @fatescarred, @immortalmuses, @prophetries, @of-cruelty, @fadewalking, @weavrot, @rookfang, @blightworn, @ymirgel and anyone!