#Peaceful piano lullabies

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[relaxationmusicc]

A Quiet Place 🌊 Chill Music for Stress Relief [ Work - Relax - Study ]

[hplonesomeart]

Vincent - Don McLean 🌌🤍

The piano tutorial I used to learn the song:

[jpnriikicore]

── sweet lullaby

paring charles leclerc x fem!reader, word count 298, genre fluff, ( masterlist )

a little girl’s cry was heard from the other side of the wall drawing the sweet little girl’s parents out of their deep peaceful sleep. charles limbs tangled in the sheets of his shared bed.

you moaned into your pillow and shifted around in the sheets not wanting to attend to your motherly duties so late at night.

you got up from the warmth of the bed attending to your little girl scooping her up from her crib cradling her in your arms as you made your way toward the kitchen to prepare julie's warm milk.

whilst, you do so. charles had emerged from the comfort of the bed and walked towards the piano in your shared apartment. he settled down on the small bench that was in front of the monochrome tiles. he placed his hands on the tiles delicately and started playing one of his songs that you’ve heard him practice on more relaxed days.

charles wanted to make julie calm down as soon as possible so that you could go back to sleep and finally rest. the melody of the piano was like a sweet lullaby to the little girl.

the cries from julie slowly stopped as her head lolled forward resting onto your chest. a sigh of relief left your lips as you gazed at him afar still playing the notes as you sway your little girl in your arms to the melody holding her tiny hand in yours.

after a few moments, he finally stopped playing and he rose from the small bench and walked over towards you. a smile tugged on your lips as you cooed quietly at your little girl who was exactly like her father. his hand wraps around your waist and presses a quick kiss to your forehead sweetly.

© JPNRIIKICORE, 2024

[aheathen-conceivably]

Zelda was up late, reading the same book for what seemed to be the thousandth time. It was hard to find books out here, but she still had the collection she had brought all the way from England, and sometimes Mabel was able to lend her something through the town’s small school. But tonight of all nights, or the last few weeks really, she wanted nothing more than to read and reread the same words over and over again.

It had seemed absurd at first, hadn’t it? A tale of hidden identities and old loves, of gilded excess and fated tragedy. She remembered Antoine reading it over her shoulder, laughing at that fool Gastby who thought that anyone would buy such a charade. How didn’t they all know he was a gangster? It was plain as day. But even she could tell he found Gatsby’s tireless love and steadfast dedication endearing.

It wasn’t that absurd now that she thought about it though, was it? Not when she and Antoine used to sit on their balcony up in the sky, trying to guess who might be smuggling in that month’s shipment of liquor and who was the key holder for a speakeasy. No, it hadn’t been that absurd when she was living it, when she was the singer at one of Gatsby’s parties. Only now, in the darkness of a desert farmhouse in the midst of a depression, it seemed just as real as the book in front of her, until they started to mingle together into one glittering mirage in her mind.

Through the haze, the sounds of a guitar wafted in on the desert breeze blowing back the lace curtains. She was used to the sound by now, an ever present companion to these brief moments of peace. Usually they helped her to get lost in the sound of music that accompanied each party and every line of professed love so that she could visualize them in her mind. Like a lullaby that lulled her to sleep, it blurred the world around her so that she went into a sort of dream, one where her eyes were wide open rather than closed.

And that was often the point of this wasn’t it? To exist in a book so that a sort of hazy gossamer curtain fell around you, and the shadows of thoughts and people who never even existed infused into your reality. She needed them, what with the ticking of the clock that told her they had four months to find the money, or the gnawing sensation that she and Josephine had barely spoken for weeks.

The notes of the guitar become mournful, mingling with something she had never heard before, so much so that the gossamer curtain of Gatsby’s gilding began to fall away no matter how hard she tried to hold onto it. And beyond it was a pair of green eyes looking down at her, now only visible behind cracking paint and hazy memories.

Usually she liked reading in there with her, where she could imagine that the story was being told to her through her sister’s words and not some faceless author by the name of Fitzgerald. But the curtain had been pulled back now by the sounds of…what was it? Was it Antoine’s voice? 

She closed the cover of Nick’s confessions, so laden with the perspective of the outsider, the observer. All of it reminiscent of her own memories. As she put the book down she set her feet back into the world she was told she was supposed to inhabit; but especially under the cover of darkness, the world in her mind didn’t quite fade away as much as she thought it did, and the memories and the eyes of Dr TJ Eckleburg followed her down the stairs.

Down in the kitchen, she could hear him better. After years of practice, he had grown remarkably skilled, slowly and wordlessly transforming notes he knew on the piano onto the guitar. Under the protective guidance of the desert sky - at dawn, through dusk, and under the moonlight - the stars observed him just as she listened. She usually fell asleep to the sound of him playing wafting through her window, stretching out in their big bed with the knowledge that he was near, only to wake up in the morning to find that he had managed to place himself under her arm without awakening her. 

So she knew that this sound was different. It was personal. The way Nick’s confessions were to her or the ghost in her sister’s painting told her that she had to find a way to make Josephine forgive her, to make her trust her again. Her sister.

The creaking of the porch under her bare feet didn’t alert him; or if it did, he showed no signs of it. There was a curtain drawn around him just as there had been around her only moments before. That’s what had awakened her from her half imagined reverie. Not just the sounds of the guitar or the rawness of his voice. 

Like some sort of disturbance, she had sensed what had fallen over him from across the farmyard. Now she could see it surrounding him just like anyone else could see the firelight in front of him, flashes of shadows and emotions growing stronger with every word he sang.

Part 1/3

[obeymekarasu]

Lucifer's piano playing is so peaceful, like a lullaby...

[nauwuna]

Singing a lullaby for them 2

Warning:English is not my first language

Minami Terano/Izana Kurokawa/Kakucho Hitto

Part 1

South

Oh! Oh! You have a good taste in man

This man loves to sing with you

He likes to make duets with you

And he can also play the piano!

Please this man can't sleep without your lullaby!

At first you didn't tell him you can sing

He discovered one evening on his way home that you two shared

You were singing unaware that Minami was listening to you

Your voice was soft and sweet

He stare at you with loving eyes

He feels like he feel in love with you more

You didn't notice his presence

until you stopped singing and he clapped his hands

<<you sing beautifully>> he smiled

<<M-minami!? how long have you been there?>>

<<enough to say that you are wonderful>>

and since then he has always asked you to sing him a lullaby

Izana

You woke up in the middle of the night to find Izana awake sit on the bed

<<Izana?>> you say with sleepy voice

He look at you

<<did you have another nightmare?>>

<<no...>>

Izana didn't show his weaknesses easily

But you know him to well

You hug him

His body initially stiffens

<<let me help you>> you stroke his hair

You start to singing for him

he relaxes between your voice and your caresses

<<sing again>> he told you when you finish

You smiled and started singing again

When you finish the song again you look at Izana

He had fallen asleep

He seemed so peaceful while he slept

<<goodnight>> you whisper and give him a forehead kiss

And since that day Izana has always requested that you sing him a lullaby

<<you are my queen, and it is your job to sing lullabies to your king>> that's what he told you when you asked him if it was because he couldn't sleep for the nightmares

Kakucho

Oh oh! He loves it!

He likes to have a goodnight kiss on his scar

But God! If you sing a lullaby for him he look at you like you are an angel

He loves your voice

He can't sleep without your lullaby

Everything start when you sleepover at his house

You two stay awake in the late night

You two talk alot and cuddles a lot too

<<so Izana beat me hard for this>> he tells you

<<what? Really?>>

<<yeah>>

Kakucho yawned

<<I think it's time to go to sleep>> he look at you

You nod and say:<<maybe I can sing you a lullaby?>>

he didn't expect such a proposal at all

<<sure, I would love to hear you>> he smiled

You start to singing for him

Kakucho was amazed by your voice

Your sweet voice was lulling him to sleep and before you could finish he was asleep

And from that day Kakucho always love to hear you singing

He also have some videos and recordings where you singing

He watches or listens them before he going to sleep

[spaceagebachelormann]

Alright, I'm hooked. Jekyll and Hyde (and maybe Adam Frankenstein?) with a partner who likes to sing? Disney princess singing, or any kinda singing they'd like. She'd sing to them if they asked, and she often sings whenever she isn't doing anything else or when she's doing something that doesn't require her to be thinking about what she's doing. I think she'd offer to sing lullabies if they wanted.

✧.* 𝐉𝐄𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐋, 𝐇𝐘𝐃𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐒/𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

╰┈➤ MASTERLIST. NAVIGATION.

╰┈➤ CARMILLAS NOTES: i’m so happy about this actually. frankenstein and jekyll and hyde are two of my biggest hyperfixations atm 🫶 also it was kinda hard to make this fem reader

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: none!

𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐉𝐄𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐋

he could listen to you sing forever

it’s actually his most favourite thing in the world

while hyde likes just normal music with no singing, like compositions and all that, jekyll actually prefers singing

helps him remember someone else, his favourite girl, is actually there <3

he’ll probably ask you sing at the most random parts of the day, he doesn’t really care what it is as long as you’re singing

i think he’d like to do his work and just let you do yours in the same room, but he will request you to sing, if not sing than atleast hum

at some point anybody singing in general just starts to remind him of you

i feel like for some reason he knows how to play piano so if you really wanted he’d play piano while you sang and it’s like a little duet

yes he’d ask you to sing him to sleep

either laying on the actual pillow or his head in your lap, he barely sleeps but your singing helps him so much

within ten minutes he’s knocked out

nobody loves girls who sing more than henry jekyll

𝐄𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐇𝐘𝐃𝐄

he does think you have a nice voice, but he doesn’t care for it as much as jekyll

he’ll let you sing to him, but he might not pay as much attention

but i do think there’s certain days where he’s just too tired to actually get up and wreak havoc so he just has you sit in front of him, and he just plays with your hair while you sing/hum

i feel like he might just subconsciously call you songbird every once in a while but idk (it’s 1am leave me alone my brain is cooked)

if you’re lucky he might let you show him different exercises for fun or see what the highest and lowest pitches you can go see but he’d probably have to be in a very good mood

although usually he won’t ask you to sing to him and kind of just gets used to you normally doing it, there have been days where he’s actually requested that you sing for him

at some point after months of this he just gives you a look that lets you know he wants you to sing

“sing for me?” to “sing?” to just a certain glance that you’d know a mile away

𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍

he adores you

i think he might’ve been a little shocked the first time you sing in front of him, since there’s a big chance he’d never heard it before

will stop you and just be like “what was that??” and let you explain it to him

from that day on he gets very interested in music and wants you to tell him everything you know about and will want you to sing to him quite a few times a day

he’s very interested in your vocal range (vocal range is fascinating istg)

would love lullabies to be song to him

sometimes, after you guys get a house or somewhere you can actually live in peace, he likes to just lay in bed with you and have you sing

he learns his favourite type of singing is like. kind of opera but also not quite (like christine in phantom of the opera kind of)

he’s so proud of your talent and tells you all the time you should get a job with your voice

he also says nobody in their right mind would refuse your voice

he gets interested in lots of singers after that, but you’re always his favourite

[dzvelinaskebiyars]

Sweet Tyranny

This is South Terano and Reader fanfiction, specifically meant for @kikaicore

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"Say hi to Minami, Y/n." Your mom told you, pointing at the boy in front of you. He was standing like a statue, hardly any emotion showing on his face. You hid behind your mother and shyly said "Hi".

"Hello." Minami gave you ghost smile while holding his mother's hand, who was sitting on the chair.

His mother spoke with weak voice. "Minami, this is Y/n. She's your age. I hope you two will get along well." Your mom nodded at her words.

Your mom and Minami's mom were classmates and close friends in the school, but since she left Japan and went to Brazil, they didn't have much contact. But now, your mother decided to travel to Brazil as well, taking you with her and immediately visiting her old friend who had fallen ill.

"My, my, I heard your illness got worse." Your mother sat next to her friend as they went on with their conversation, leaving you two awkwardly standing.

"I'm Y/n." You tried to start the conversation as you usually did with other kids. But he definitely was hard one to befriend.

"I know."

"Oh." You looked down at the floor, thinking what to say next. "Yes, but...It's polite to introduce yourself to people you've just met."

He silently looked at you before nodding and introduced himself as well. "I'm Minami. Minami Terano."

"It's nice to meet you, Minami-kun. Let's be friends!" You excitedly looked at him. Befriending kids was never hard for you, in fact, it was a piece of cake. You had so many friends in Japan and it'd be nice to have friends in Brazil as well!

"Um..." Minami looked at his mother, his eyes slightly widening when he saw her laughing, genuinely caught up in the conversation and for once, genuinely enjoying something. "Sure." He looked back at you, giving you ghost smile again.

"Do you have any toys? We could play with them!"

"No...I only have piano to play with."

"Ohh! You like music then? We have something in common! I like music too! Tho I play violin."

"You do?"

"Yup!" You nodded your head. "Do you have anything favorite to play on piano?" You excitedly asked, also scanning the room to spot the instrument.

"Lullaby." Minami answered, scratching his head.

"That's cool!"

It's the first time someone, aside from her mom, thought of him as cool. He never really recognised his musical skills, he was just playing piano for his ill mother. But, it'd be a lie if anyone would say that he didn't enjoy it.

After some convincing, he played piano for you. The sight was too beautiful. He looked so peaceful while playing some unknown lullaby, but despite you not recognising it, the melodies, the sounds filled your ears, as if trying to heal something, trying to hypnotise you and lure you closer to the boy.

"WHOAH!" You let out, clapping loudly for him. He just brushed it off, saying it wasn't anything praiseble.

After that day, you were visiting Minami very often and sometimes bringing your toys to play with him.

His mother didn't miss the fact that her son became more open and expressive. He was sometimes asking her if you and your mom were going to come again.

Since he didn't want to leave her mother alone, you two were playing inside his room. He even teached you how to play Piano.

"Not that note." He sighs and corrected you, telling you that you were supposed to play So and not La. "Try again."

And you did, you tried your best to follow Minami's instructions but piano definitely wasn't for you. After 14th try, you gave up. "Man, I didn't think it would this hard to play a piano! How did you even learn this?!"

"I don't remember." Minami calmly answered, confusing you. Noticing your visible confusion, he added. "I knew how to play it as long as I can remember. I don't really remember my past, you know.."

"Ohhh." You said and nodded your head at him. Though you had questions, you choose to don't egg him and change the subject.

"I don't really remember how I learned to play violin too, to be honest." You confessed. "I only remember my teacher nagging me and scolding me." You giggled at the memory.

"Really?" Minami looked at you with unexpected curiosity. "I heard teachers do that often but I never had one myself!"

You remember what your mother said, that Minami doesn't go to school so it's understandable he would never have the same experience. "Well, it's definitely not pleasant experience. But not all teachers are like that, of course! For example my art teacher at school is very kind woman, she doesn't give us homework too!" Noticing how invested he was in the topic, you continued talking about your school.

The next day you brought your school books with you. You and Minami sat at the corner as you started reading for him. The story was about two kids helping each other out when facing problems and their friendship.

Minami suddenly said: "This story kind of reminds me of us."

You smiled at him. "You think so? To be honest, I was thinking that too! That's why I specifically choose to read this story!"

The boy smiled back, explaining why it reminded of two of you, a you carefully listen, sometimes scheming in that you also thought the same.

The day after that, your mom tagged along with you, checking up on her friend. You two bought products for them, supporting them as much as you two could. You immediately run up to Minami and gave him a toy motorcycle.

"What's this...?" He asked, looking at the toy from the every angle.

"it's the motorcycle, small version of Honda." You explained, showing him the little text on the toy that said Honda. "Boys in my class enjoy playing with these things so I thought you'd enjoy it too.." You awkwardly scratching your head, hoping he would like it.

Minami stared at the toy longer than he should have, he couldn't get his eyes off of it. "Thank you! I'll take good care of it." He looked at you with the biggest smile on his face. You smiled at him too.

"Oh and...This!" You took out the bracelet from your pocket. The bracelet was clearly handmade. It had the letter "M" on it. "I made it myself. Tho I'm not very good at these stuff..." You hesitantly said while putting the bracelet on his wrist, while Minami looked at your movement carefully. "I still hope you like this too."

He brushed the bracelet with his hand, staring down at the "M" letter. "I'll take care of this too." He said, smiling to himself.

There was something about his smile that made you feel butterflies in your stomach. It's not the first time you have seen him smile like that but everytime, every single time, you cheeks would heat up and you'd have the same feeling in your stomach.

What was it?

Why do you feel like that?

You didn't know, at least, not that time.

Spending time with him was a blessing. Minami started visiting you himself if he had time. For some reason, he was more talkative with you than before, not that it bothered you. He wouldn't fail to make you laugh, smile and blush everytime you were with him.

For example, when you two were playing outside, he made the crown of flowers for you and put it on your head. "It suits you so much." he'd say.

You wondered if he really enjoyed spending time with you, or if he was like that with you because he didn't have any other friend. Despite some negative thoughts popping up in your mind, you didn't want to stop spending time with him.

But unfortunately, things didn't go in your way. Five days after, your parents started having a big fight between themselves, while you were in your room, shaking and hugging your knees.

It's all my fault.

You'd think.

"How can you even look at my face and act like nothing happened, you cheater!" you heard your mom screaming at your father. You couldn't understand the situation well and neither you wished to, you just wished they would stop fighting already and that everything would be alright.

But once again, that was just a sweet daydreaming. Divorce soon followed that fight and according to your mom, dad wouldn't stay with you two anymore, since he choose someone else over you two.

In that period, you did distance yourself from Minami a bit.

"I'm sorry, 'nami. I'm not really in the mood f-"

"It's okey. Mom told me you are going through hardship right now. So, I understand. But...Don't push me away, okey?" the boy hesitantly asked. As much as he wanted to give you space, he didn't like the idea of you distancing yourself from him, not after you became such an important person in his life.

"Thank you for your understanding, 'Nami." You smiled at him, while he was waiting for your answer on his question, which he never got.

After days passed, you visited Minami to play with him again. He was playing piano for his sick mother again. When you knocked on the door, he stopped playing and opened the door. "Y/n!!" he gasped, throwing his arms around you.

"Awwe, I missed you too." You laughed and pat his back. The light in his eyes were back but somehow he seemed more...How to say it? Sad? Probably. He had small bags under his eyes, as if he hasn't slept well.

After greeting Mrs. Terano, you asked her if you and Minami could play outside.

"of course. Don't go far away tho!" she weakly answered.

You grabbed Minami's hand and took him to nearby park, it wasn't far away from his house. You two sat on the bench and you immediately started conversation. Minami was carefully listening to you but you couldn't help but feel like something bothered him.

"What's wrong, Minami?"

"hm?" surprised expression flashed his face before he gathered his composure again. Despite this all, you noticed he wasn't very expressive as he was before. You patiently waited for him to open up but instead, he posed you a question. "Y/n, who do you think is a bad person?"

"uhh...? Criminal?"

"only criminals?"

"I don't know. Anyone can be good or bad. We never know who is it. But if I had to describe a bad person...I guess they'd have to be selfish, manipulative, sadistic?" You looked at him. "Why are you asking?"

"Just curious....."

After that day, Minami would distance himself from you. Whenever you'd look at him, there was not a single sign of genuine emotion. Of course as his friend you got worried about him.

"are you alright, Minami? It seems like something is bothering you..."

"...I'm fine."

"you sure? You know you can tell me everything."

He was silent for a minute and you gave him time to collect his thoughts.

"it's about my father figure." He quietly mumbled.

"your father figure...?" you also quietly whispered to him.

"He's the leader of the gang, Dino South."

"What?!" you stand up on your feet. Dino South was pretty popular in this city and they've been on the news multiple times. "What does he want from you?! Is he threatening you?!"

Minami shakes his head. "he's the one paying for my mom's meds."

"huh?!"

"In exchange...I need to do bad things for him."

You were speechless. For how long has this been going on?! And you didn't even know... "what...? You should report him to police!"

He gritted his teeth. "I can't! I can't do that!"

You looked at him with pity. "You can find other ways to pay for Mrs. Terano's meds. I'll help you too!"

"I can't stop now that I have started playing his game, Y/n." He stand up from the ground too. "That's why, I'll be his dog and kill him."

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[lifeiskentastic]

Sebastian plays a lullaby on the piano for the gn!Reader

Gif by @lionsgate-uk

A/N: Why. There. No. Fanfics. About. Sebastian. Wilder. I will fix it rn. (Okay, actually, there are a few fanfics with him, but here's one more from me);

Summary: Just a routine night between gn!Reader and Seb, where he plays you a lullaby on the piano;

Word count: 506 words;

Music i recommended: I wrote it under Mia & Sebastian's theme and I think it fit well.

Good reading!

Sebastian played the piano for you every night. Sure, you got into trouble with the neighbors from time to time because of it, but in the end, they all had to put up with it, because there was no way Seb would turn down the opportunity to play you his best tunes before bed. He called it "a mandatory ritual, the consequence of not performing which is the inevitable appearance of sleepy demons." It seems that some neighbors even believed it!

So at the end of each day, no matter how difficult, tiring, or all together, Sebastian always found time to sit down at his piano and play soothing music for your peaceful sleep. And today was no exception.

"How about your favorite?"

Even though this song was your favorite, it was a kind of torture for the neighbors, but you couldn't deny Seb's conspiratorial smile.

"I will not refuse."

And even if you have a lot of trouble, it will still be the most perfect evening created just for the two of you.

Sebastian, out of habit, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, and you watched with admiration as he gracefully raised his hands over the keys.

Amazing music instantly poured out of the musical instrument. You had heard it countless times, but it still took your breath away. You stared in undisguised fascination at Seb's long fingers, moving quickly from key to key.

"Hey, I'm playing so you can sleep better, not the other way around."

Sebastian still continued to play, smiling gently.

He has no idea how difficult it is to fall asleep when Sebastian Wilder himself is playing the piano for you. Still, you agree with him and laid down on the bed, letting the soft sounds of the piano flow unhindered to your ears. At times like these, you had an overwhelming urge to get up and dance to the sweet tune, but you knew that if you did that right now, Seb would have to force you into bed. Not that you minded, just… You didn't want to interrupt those sounds.

The relaxed chords lulling you to sleep, but you keep looking at the skillful hands of your talented boyfriend, at his satisfied face when he hit every right key. You couldn't put into words how happy you were to see Sebastian so passionate about his work.

You feel your eyelids slowly droop, but there was nothing you could do about it. The lullaby relaxed you and now you were ready to give in to it and fall into a deep calm sleep created by Seb.

As your eyes finally closed, the melody came to an end. Through your sleep, you could still hear the soft creaking of the floor under Sebastian's steps and the sound of the mattress as he lay next to you.

The last thing you heard before falling completely asleep was a soft whisper in your ear:

"Sweet dreams."

And a gentle kiss on the cheek, after which this dream promised to be simply wonderful.

[sunshinemoment]

Christmas by the Fire: Jingle Bells & Relaxing Music

Celebrate the holidays in style with this festive Jingle Bells and fireplace video! Feel the warmth of the fire and enjoy the cheerful spirit of Christmas music, all while you unwind and embrace the holiday season. Ideal for background ambiance during Christmas activities or as a soothing retreat to enjoy the festive spirit. Christmas by the Fire: Jingle Bells & Relaxing Music published first on…

[relaxationmusicc]

Chillwaves Music for FOCUS⏳ STUDY 💻 RELAXATION 🧘‍♂️ INSPIRATION 🌟

[keeksandgigz]

more eddie thoughts (they’re fluffy with a bit of angst); minors dni anyway pls <3

ok so i see sometimes eddie being written as super romantic like number one boyfriend of the year.

and yeah he’s a good boyfriend, but this kid has never had like a true reference of what actual love looks like bc yk his mom died and al is a piece of shit.

anyways so he doesn’t really know how to express his feelings when it comes to love because of how he grew up and how he was treated even at school. kid didn’t have a good support system outside of yk hellfire and even then it’s a different type of love.

so when he starts dating you he’s kind of stumbling in the dark for most of the beginning of it. and you understand because he’s never actually dated anyone (because he thought he was incapable of being loved)but you’re taking your time with him and helping him figure out what a real and loving relationship is supposed to look like.

and it’s been a few weeks and you still haven’t said the big l bomb yet, but you’re sure you love him and he’s sure he loves you but he doesn’t know how to say it.

so one day you’re back at his trailer, just spending time together, yk getting high listening to music (not much else to do in the 80s) and he’s asking you to put a record on while he’s rolling a joint for you two to share. and your eyes fall on the first record in his pile, which is “sabbath bloody sabbath.” you don’t know better so you put it on while he lights the joint for you.

by the time you get to that third track, “fluff” which is just guitars and piano and nothing else, you’re both blissfully high. he’s nuzzled into your neck, enjoying the state you’re in, lulled by soft skin and sweet perfume.

he feels protected, guarded. soft hums escape both your mouths, while the forgotten joint rests on an ashtray on his bedside table. a soft lullaby in the background, one eddie had forgotten about, because it was often not his speed.

but the song plays and he’s sure you’re about to fall asleep. it’s like a lullaby, and he’s sure he’s never felt more at peace before. you glowing in the dim light of the small window in his room, a soft smile pressed on your lips.

you cradle his head in the blissful haze of your high, and he’s sure he’s never felt like that before. like you’re a warm blanket over his heart, like the warm glow of a candle in a dark and cold room. you really are a warm glow.

so he nudges you, and you open your eyes from your daze. neither one of you had spoken for the past 20 minutes, ever since the weed hit. eddie breaks the silent vow.

“you know how i’m not good with, y’know, words?” he mumbles, soft and a bit insecure against your skin.

you nod your head, a humming sound following it.

“and i really enjoy spending my time with you, like, i’m always saying that we could be spending the rest of our lives here just doing this over and over and over” he rambles, the high getting to him.

you smile, he’s really not good with words.

“and it’s funny you picked this album today, out of all the albums i have. because my dad would play it often, and i remember when i was like four- and i don’t even know how i remember this because i probably do have some memory loss because i probably fell and hit my head too many times as a kid- and it feels funny that i remember this, like some kind of irony” he continues.

you just lay there, playing with his hair as he rests on your chest, nodding along to his stoned ramble

“but i remember my parents dancing to this, like one night my dad played this album instead of my mom’s bluegrass ones, and she protested ‘cause she didn’t want this kinda music so late. something about me not being able to sleep” he toys with the hem of his shirt, he’s nervous. your heart shrinks.

“but this song comes on, and my dad grabs my mom’s hand and they just start dancing in the middle of the kitchen, while i’m just doing god knows what. but that’s one of my few memories of them actually liking each other.” he sighs, you’re still wondering what his point is.

“and i don’t wanna be like my dad, but this song is just, god, it’s really what it feels like to be with you, like this” he says, gesturing at his room, at you, at the roach on the ashtray.

you gasp because that’s the most he’s ever been able to express, and he’s all flushed, because the mask is off, and now you know he loves you. and a smile creeps up your lips, because this boy everyone thinks is the devil incarnate is actually the most genuine and lovable man in this town. and you love him.

and, apparently, he loves you too.

[fishermanshook]

An Unexpected Duet (composer x reader)

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Fredricks nimble fingers graze across the piano sat in front of him. The light shinning in through the windows bounces off the reflectiveness of it and into the room. Illuminating the space and putting it into a calming atmosphere

It’s a peacefull and quiet afternoon so far. The matches have been finished, and he isn’t inclined on seeking you out right now. No, not at this moment.

He hasn’t touched his piano in so long that he’s almost too scared to play it. Scared that he might’ve forgotten his notes, forgotten how to play it at all.

But every sense of worry and doubt that flooded his mind just seconds ago vanish as soon as he rests his fingers on top of the keys. He starts to play, nothing really. But his mind oughts to wonder, and he starts to think about other things.

Things like you perhaps.

What you seem to not have caught on is the keen interest that the Composer seems to have of you. Over the past months, you have established an amazing friendship with the man that only seems to grow as time moves on. And with it seeming that you have all the time in the world, your friendship should only flourish from there.

That was the plan, until he caught feelings for you.

Falling in love was not part of the plan. Especially in a place chalk full of selfish individuals who only yern to cross the exit gate at the end of the day. To fall in love in a place like this seems crazy and unexpected, yet it happened none the less.

He continues to play, pressing down harder on each key until the originally peaceful melody turns hard and loud. People passing by the room can’t help but look in and see the Composer lost in thought and frustration.

Fredricks too lost in his own mind that he doesn’t even noticed the presence that sits itself down right next to him. Not until they start to play a few keys of their own does his eyes shot open.

“Y/n? I thought you were in a match?���

“I was, until I got sent back to the manor.” You say, looking at the piano keys. “But it seems you have something on your mind. I won’t bug you for answers, just tell me when your ready.”

Your calmness completely changes the mood of the song. Transforming the melody into a soothing lullaby. Your eyes are closed, and you look to be in a deep concentration that only makes Fredrick chuckle softly to himself. Slowly, he turns himself back to his piano. Turning this solo into a duet.

note: I got bored while writing the pt. 2 to the Postman fic so I started to think of this man and I was just like “gosh, I kinda love this man” and decided to write this. It’s kinda shit, but you wouldn’t be reading this if you hadn’t read it yourself soooo… eat up ‼️

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