#Swaying

[marejadilla]

Tom Bagshaw, "Harbinger", 2021, digital painting. Bagshaw was born in Bath, England.

[blood-monkey]

this is one of my favorite pieces of clothing i have... so light and flowy... so easy to reach your hands into...

[blackrosesandwhump]

Whumpril Day 4: Swaying

CW: 2nd pov, magic whump, creepy whumper

The moment whumper’s spell hits you, you know you’ve made a terrible mistake, even without the burning pain that instantly radiates from your chest. Your vision fizzles out into darkness, and you sway on your feet, blind, breathless from pressure and agony. You don’t know what kind of spell it is, but that doesn’t matter. Whatever it is, it feels like it’s destroying you from the inside out.

Your side and temple hit the ground as you collapse, gasping. Darkness, and muffled sounds, and pain. That’s all you know, all you feel. That, and someone’s hand brushing against your cheek.

“Effective, isn’t it?” says a voice close to your ear. “I invented that spell. Though I have to admit, I’ve never seen someone collapse as beautifully as you just did.”

[hail-brod]

Put Your Head On My Shoulder

Masterlist

Loki Laufeyson x FReader

How can a single song bring so much memories? A tune it may only be, but a moment from it bore deeper than it should.

Loki Laufeyson hadn't thought how magical it would be to have someone dear so close to him.

From the melting touch of your palm on his own to the enclosing warmth between your bodies, both swaying amidst the quiet night—an unheard song played in your head, a mellow and dreamy rhythm. The lightness of it's notes carried you both like the wind, even if Loki himself didn't know what were you dancing to, he followed your movements. His other hand laid on your hip. Yours almost hanging on his shoulder blades.

And to him, your resting head on his shoulder was more than enough of a reason to enjoy this moment.

"Mind sharing your thoughts, my Queen?" Loki hummed.

Feeling your breath close to his neck made him shiver, until you sigh out beneath him. "Just a song." You say.

"Oh?" Loki raised a brow. "Tell me, how does it go?" He asks, earning a soft chuckle from you. Loki lets out a satisfied grin.

"Should I just hum it? I don't particularly know the words that well anymore."

"I'd love that." The man says, pulling you gently to his chest. "And do hum it well."

Loki gives out a light ring of laughter when you playfully huffed. Not a moment after, he proceeds to soothe your hip with his thumb, his laughter long gone.

The brief silence enshrouded you both; you start to hum.

Just like the night's calm voidness and the moon's gleam seeping through the curtains and windows of your shared room, serenity circled around you. You hum a song that he had never heard before though he must admit, it sounded lulling.

Not a lull that he finds only for slumber, but a lull that felt right. So right. As if your voice echoed across the room, which actually was, and it sounded like dream. Like the voices in a vast hall, invading his mind with only adoration and the fleeting moments of a rush.

Skin to skin, he felt it. Your fingers intertwining between the gaps of his hand, squeezing it as if to reassure—to reassure that he was still there, and that you still collided on his chest.

Not long, Loki followed your humming. Now at least, quite familiar with the rhythm.

"Did I hum it well, then?" You ask in a hushed tone.

"No." Loki replied. You then slowly turned your gaze up to him, squinting. "That's why I'm humming it myself." He teasingly smirks down on you. But his eyes shows otherwise; genuine gleamed in them. Before you could spat back with an offended joke, Loki gently pushed your head back on his shoulder. "Now, is this song of yours a Midgardian one?"

You hummed a reply. "Yes. You seem to like it."

"I do." He says, a smile tugging up on his lips. Once he said that, he felt you lean closer on the nook of his neck—snuggling the coldness of the night away.

With a muffled voice, you remarked. "Old man."

A confused frown reformed Loki's expression. "I beg your pardon?"

You boom out a little giggle. The said man sensed the way you inhaled his scent before replying, to which he amusedly bathed in. "My grandparents love that song. Though, I can't disregard the fact that it is pretty much a lovely piece. Old record or not," You pressed your forehead on his own with closed eyes, hand grazing the nape of his neck. "it's captivating as it is."

Loki takes a second to relish the moment as he closed his own lids. But one thought occured to him as he opened it again and made the quick action to land his lips on your own.

"I hope you're aware that you've captivated me, little one." He leans back.

You fluttered your eyes open. The smallest hint of catching you off guard lingered in your eyes. "You've done more than that to me, my King." You stretch out a smile.

"Yeah?" Loki began. He leans in close to your ear and whispers, "I'm very aware of that, dear wife." A satisfied smile grew on his lips once he took notice of your flushed cheeks. But he didn't stop. "Even more aware that I've made you carry our child now."

"You're insufferable." You muttered, leaning back on his shoulder. Though, Loki didn't miss the redness of the tips of your ears.

Loki chuckles. "That I am." He says, resting his cheek right above your head.

And again, he hums back the song. This time, he alone rode the tune. The twist and melody from his voice seemed to bring you rapture as you sighed beneath him.

Such a serene and lovely night that almost seemed to last for years, decades, centuries or whatnot. To Loki, all of it was his prized moments. No treasure or power could measure his love for you. Even when he ruled a realm, you were his great solice. Even when he found himself lost in decisions, you were his inspiration. And then becoming a father to your children had proven him many things. Even he had realized more that raising children was no easy task. Still, you stood beside him.

You still stood tall, even you were growing older day by day. Years cut shorter than he would've liked, and Loki dreaded it. His children dreaded it.

But Loki knew very well that he had spent enough time with you. He had made you happy, and so did you. He carved every memory he had with you deep within his mind, never intending to brush it all for the sake of reducing his pain.

Because he would happily feel it than not.

Even when those dear memories spring up to him like an old record, he would never cease to keep loving it.

Then he heard it again. That familiar tune that he knew very well. That rhythm that kept his mind awake in the gleaming moonlight in his room.

You've always said you didn't remember the words to the song, but now he knows what those were.

"Put your head on my shoulder

Hold me in your arms, baby

Squeeze me oh-so-tight

Show me that you love me too..."

He got lost in it, reminiscing your humming voice. As does the old radio played in his room that one of his children had brought home, he stood right where you swayed that night.

He smiled fondly as he listened. So long he started to hum along to the song just like the olden days.

And so he let the tears fall.

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sorry its already 2:30am, i hope this was angsty enough idk ಥ⁠_⁠ಥ

Ko-fi?

[pandoramoments]

Obi-Wan paused in the empty corridor, taking the necessary moment to shut his eyes and collect himself. He was exhausted, literally swaying with it, but he couldn't stop yet. There was too much to do. He could rest when this war was finished.

[cuddlepilefics]

hiiiiii

I love your writes, can I ask one where Heeseung gets sick during a trip and the members take care of him?

A lot of high fevers please, like the members think is only carsick but it gets worse

Thank you it's my first request 😘

Swaying

Fandom: Enhypen

Sickie: Heeseung

Caregivers: Enhypen

prompt @whumpril

No one’s POV.:

The members of Enhypen were absolutely hyped. Not only did they get a prolonged break from their schedules, they even got to go on a trip together, so they could get away from their hectic idol lives and do some bonding as a group. Everyone was excited to get going, though one of the members couldn’t shake a faint feeling that something was wrong. Heeseung was a little uneasy when they got into the van, his stomach feeling bubbly with what he figured was nerves. The whole situation felt wrong to the eldest but he guessed it was just because they had never gotten such a long break, so his sub consciousness couldn’t help but distrust it. “Cheer up, hyung”, Niki giggled as he plopped into the seat next to Heeseung, “There are two weeks of freedom ahead of us.” The eldest sighed, trying to relax into his seat. Niki was right. There was no reason to hold on zo all this tension in his stomach.

To all their surprise, Heeseung fell asleep only thirty minutes into their five-hour-drive, seemingly more rundown from their recent schedules than he had been aware of. That made the prospect of a two week vacation, so much more alluring. He’d catch up on all that lost sleep soon, so good thing he had already started. The members toned it down immediately when they noticed their hyung sleeping and with the atmosphere in the van quieting down, Jake and Sunoo were out cold soon too.

Sadly, Heeseung didn’t stay asleep for long, despite the others’ best efforts to let him rest. The low rumble of the engine that had been so soothing earlier was now slowly getting on his nerves, while the stuffy interior of the van almost made him feel claustrophobic. It was like there was no oxygen left and no mater how fast he breathed, it could never be enough. Jay turned to Heeseung when he noticed his hyung’s ragged breathing, softly asking the eldest of he was alright. Grimacing, Heeseung requested: “Could we crack a window or something? It’s so stuffy in here.”

Struggling out of his hoodie, Heeseung fanned himself with his hands, face flushed and small beads of sweat forming on his forehead. “Aren’t you sweating?”, he frowned, glancing at Jungwon who had covered himself with his coat, “It’ so freaking hot.” – “Are you sure you’re feeling okay, hyung? It’s not hot and you look really flushed”, the leader hummed, reaching for their cooler to hand Heeseung a cold drink. Rubbing his face, the older muttered: “I don’t know. Might be getting carsick. My stomach feels funny.” – “You didn’t eat anything today”, Jay pointed out, “Maybe it’s hunger. Do you want a protein bar?” Though he really didn’t have an appetite, Heeseung let himself be talked into nibbling a protein bar and also accepted a small bag of crackers from Niki.

Eating turned out to be a bad mistake, making the boy feel sicker by the minute. “How’re you feeling?”, Jay asked after a little while, hoping the snack might have settled Heeseung’s stomach. The eldest shook his head and groaned: “’s getting worse. Feel like ‘m gonna puke.” – “Shit”, the younger cursed, glad that Sunghoon was already talking to the driver to ask him to pull over as soon as possible while Jake rummaged through his backpack in search of a plastic bag, “Hang in there, hyung.” Niki comfortingly rubbed Heeseung’s back, which helped the older stay calm enough to take slow, controlled breaths to at least and ward off the nausea for the time being. Not much later, Jake pressed the bag into Heeseung’s hand but they were already pulling onto a parking bay, so the eldest unbuckled his seatbelt while the car was still moving and threw open the door the second they came to a halt.

Heeseung staggered away from the car, shoving the bag into his pocket before doubling over. Bracing himself against the guardrail, he gagged over the grass and felt his stomach lurch but only a small, watery trickle came up. Jay walked up next to him and gave him a few gentle pats on the back, a little surprised when his hyung pitched forward a large wave splattering onto the grass. Another hand appeared on Heeseung’s shoulder, giving it a light squeeze as the eldest kept retching. “You’re okay, hyung”, Jake hummed softly, steadying Heeseung when the older swayed forward and almost toppled over the guardrail. Taking in large gulps of air, Heeseung rasped: “Gosh, I knew my stomach was upset but I didn’t expect it to be this angry.” He gagged unproductively again before spitting onto the grass and straightening back up. For a short moment, Heeseung lost his balance, stumbling into Jake’s side before composing himself and walking back to the car with his friends close by his side.

“Have some water, hyung”, Jungwon encouraged, handing the older his water bottle. Still queasy, Heeseung didn’t dare have a drink yet but he rinsed his mouth and gladly accepted the mint Sunoo offered him. His hands still trembled when he handed the water back and rubbed at his face. Though Heeseung didn’t feel as nauseous anymore, his stomach was still cramping and his head had started to pound when he threw up, the headache lingering now and gosh, he was so tired despite his little nap earlier. Since it was only a small parking bay, they couldn’t really take a longer break there for Heeseung to catch his breath and calm down, so they found themselves back on the road sooner than any of the would’ve liked. They had switched seats though, Jay and Jake sitting on either of Heeseung’s sides. The eldest had retrieved the plastic bag from his pocket and held onto it tightly as he closed his eyes and rested his head on Jake’s shoulder.

Groaning softly, Heeseung squeezed his eyes shut, body tense in his seat. “What are you feeling, hyung?”, Jake whispered, desperate to ease the other’s suffering. Swallowing thickly, the eldest breathed: “My stomach’s turning and my head hurts.” – “Do you feel like you need to be sick again?”, the Aussie asked, glancing at the bag in his friend’s hands. Heeseung weakly shook his head and slurred: “Jus’ wanna sleep.” Though surprised by how drained their hyung seemed, the members were glad that he fell asleep almost immediately. Hopefully he’d be able to sleep through most of the remaining drive and thereby avoid his carsickness.

They only had another hour to go when Heeseung woke up from his nap, beads of sweat running down his temples. Before anyone had even noticed him being awake, the crinkle of the plastic bag caught Jake’s attention. A moment later, Heeseung sleepily lifted his head from the Aussie’s shoulder and brought the bag up to his ashy pale lips, gagging hard. “Oh dear”, Jake sighed, rubbing the other’s back while Jungwon and Sunoo cracked the windows, “You’ve never gotten this carsick before, hyung. What’s up with you today?” The only reply was a hoarse whimper after a gush of stomach acid made the bag grow heavier in Heeseung’s hands. Patting his hyung’s knee, Jay informed: “There’s a gas station just a few kilometers away. We’ll take a break there. Maybe being on solid, unmoving ground and getting some fresh air will calm your stomach down.

Heeseung felt weak when Jay got out of the van and helped him climb out as well. Swaying on his feet, the eldest leant back against the van and drew a shuddering breath. Somebody took the plastic bag from him but he didn’t find the strength to look up. “Hyung, there are a few benches over there”, Sunghoon hummed, taking the other’s arm, “Do you wanna lay down for a bit? You look about ready to fall over.” Giving a slow nod, Heeseung let the younger guide him to a bench and flopped down on his back. He covered his face with his arm and took a few slow breaths to ease the churning in his stomach. His head ached so badly it was hard to grasp a clear thought. Slipping his hand under his shirt, Heeseung palmed at his tense abs and tried to soothe the cramps but it was to no avail.

Feeling his stomach clench, Heeseung rolled onto his side and gagged weakly. His mouth watered and he didn’t have the energy to swallow or spit it out, so he just let the saliva drip onto the pavement next to him. Sunghoon worriedly brushed the hair out of Heeseung’s face while making eye contact with Jay, who made his way over to them. Jay’s steady hand ran up and down his back while Heeseung gagged uselessly. His throat was already raw but Heeseung doubted his stomach would calm down unless he managed to empty it completely. Remembering how Jay had made him throw up so hard earlier, the eldest sniffled: “Cou-could you pat my- my back again?” – “I think you’re empty, hyung”, Jay frowned, his hand stilling on the other’s back, “Maybe you should try to take a few deep breaths instead.” – “Jay, please”, Heeseung whimpered, tears of desperation dripping from his lashes.

Jay couldn’t stand to see his hyung suffer any longer and hesitantly delivered a few firm pats between the other’s shoulder blades. Heeseung retched hard and finally brought up a small wave of bile, barely hearing Sunghoon’s voice over the ringing in his ears. The younger had made a discovery when brushing Heeseung’s hair out of his face and advised Jay to feel their hyung’s forehead. While Heeseung slowly caught his breath, Jay’s palm gently cupped his forehead and then his cheek. Clicking his tongue, Jay muttered: “I don’t think you’re carsick, hyung. You’re burning up and you’ve felt overly hot in the car earlier. This looks more like a stomach bug to me.”

Wiping his lips with the back of his hand, Heeseung turned onto his back and rasped: “A fever would explain why my head hurts so badly.” – “Why didn’t you say anything, hyung?”, Jay frowned, helping the older sit up when Niki approached them with water and tissues. “I wasn’t sure”, Heeseung admitted, “And I didn’t want to ruin this trip for you guys.” – “Hyung, it’s not your fault that you’re sick”, the maknae sighed, wetting a tissue to clean the other’s hand and lips, “And you didn’t ruin anything for anyone. We’re on a two week break, more than enough time for you to recover and still have a fun vacation. Do you feel like you could stomach some water?” Heeseung weakly shook his head but accepted the bottle to rinse his mouth.

“We bought antacids and pretzels”, Sunoo smiled, holding up a small plastic bag from the gas station. Rummaging through his backpack, Jungwon mumbled: “I have painkillers if you want to take something for the headache and to bring your fever down. You should probably eat some of the pretzels first.” – “Thanks”, Heeseung rasped tiredly, “I don’t think I could keep it down right now but I might try in a few minutes.” Jake had pulled a towel from his luggage and held it out to Niki, so the maknae could pour some of the water onto it. Gently draping the cold cloth across his hyung’s neck, Jake hummed: “We only have another hour to go, so we’re not really in a rush. You can take your time to catch your breath. Take as long as you need and let us know when you feel ready to continue or for some medicine.”

They got Heeseung laying down on the bench, elevating his legs on Sunoo’s lap when his blood pressure dropped, leaving him lightheaded. “When we get to the vacation rental, he can lie on the couch and we’ll unload the car and set his room up first”, Jay laid out his plan, “I don’t like how high his fever is and that he’s still so nauseous despite being empty.” – “I searched up the hospitals in the area around the rental”, Jake hummed, holding up his phone, “I got the address in case we need to take him to urgent care.” – “That’s a good thing to keep at the back of our minds but let’s hope it doesn’t come to that”, Jay agreed but tried to keep the group calm, despite his own worries. If Heeseung wouldn’t manage to at least keep some water down soon, a trip to urgent care wouldn’t be all that unlikely.

Not wanting to keep the group stuck at all gas station when they could be at their vacation apartment instead, Heeseung eventually nibbled a few pretzels before getting medicated and asking his friends to help him back to the car, so they could continue. Did he feel ready to? Absolutely not. It couldn’t be helped though if they wanted to get to their destination. Swaying on his feet, Heeseung clung to Jake and Niki, afraid he’d trip himself while his balance was so off. “You got more bags? Pretzels aren’t sittin’ so well”, the eldest slurred, head dropping onto his chest. Easing his hyung into his seat, Sunoo hummed: “We grabbed a bunch from the gas station. Don’t worry, hyung, we’re prepared.”

Heeseung pretty much melted into his seat, too weak to keep himself upright. Jake carefully buckled the eldest in and made sure he was set up with a plastic bag in his hand. They could only hope they’d make it to their destination without anymore incidents but chances were slim. Grabbing the damp towel, Jake dabbed at Heeseung’s burning forehead before folding it and draping it across the back of his hyung’s neck. The older was still so awfully feverish, his eyes glazed over and out of focus. He groaned lowly when the van started to move again, making his stomach drop.

The mood had been so lighthearted and excited when the had first departed on their trip but now a tense silence hung over the group, all of them hoping their eldest hyung would just sleep through the rest of the drive, so nobody dared making a sound for the fear of waking him. Heeseung wasn’t asleep though, merely drifting in his feverish haze only half grasping the situation. His stomach still rolled, throat sore from how much he had been throwing up. A wet burp slipped from his lips, head dipping forward as he clumsily fiddled with the bag, hands trembling too badly to obey him. “I got you”, Jake promised, plastic bag crinkling as he took it from the older and held it under his chin. Shuddering, Heeseung gasped for air before he pitched forward again. He coughed hard when bits of the pretzels got stuck in his throat, stomach already lurching again.

Lowering the bag when it didn’t seem like Heeseung would be able to bring anything else up, Jake muttered in English: “There goes the medicine.” The eldest was too out of it to understand but Jay did, nodding in acknowledgement. He knew their situation was serious but he really hoped they wouldn’t have to drag their exhausted hyung to urgent care. They were lucky though, finally pulling into the driveway of their vacation rental after a drive that had felt like forever to the members. Jake got out of the van and disposed of the sickbag, while Jay and Niki helped Heeseung out of the van. Niki caught his hyung around the waist when the older tripped himself, still swaying when he was supported by two of his dongsaengs.

As soon as they made it inside and kicked off their shoes, they deposited Heeseung on the couch and unloaded the van, leaving their luggage in the hallway and only unpacking the most essential items. “Hyung, your room is ready and we put a trash can next to the bed”, Jungwon informed quietly, “Is there anything else we can do?” Gently sitting Heeseung up, Jay requested: “Could you cook some rice? I’ll make some jook later and it’d save me a lot of time if there’s some cooked rice prepared.” The leader nodded, already heading to the kitchen.

Slinging Heeseung’s arm across his shoulders, Jay pulled his swaying hyung up from the couch and down the hallway to his room. The older was incredibly grateful to finally be on solid ground for good and tiredly flopped down on his bed. “The trash can is right next to you”, Jay hummed as he helped the other sort out his blanket to properly cover him, “I’ll grab you a drink and a cold cloth for your forehead. We gotta try to bring that fever down if we can’t give you fever reducers.” – “Thank you”, Heeseung rasped, draping his arm over his eyes. He felt guilty about ruining the groups vacation but Niki’s did have a point. It was a two week vacation and he should hopefully be better within a couple of days.

By the time Jay returned and draped a cold cloth over Heeseung’s forehead, the eldest was already deeply asleep and the other members settling in and unpacking their luggage. A heavy weight lifted off their chests now that they had finally arrived and knew their hyung was getting the rest he needed.

[cryptid-stimming]

🍬 Long Long Man x Tooru-san 🍭 (Sakeru Gummy vs. Long Sakeru Gummy - さけるグミVSなが～いさけるグミ ) Stimboard

x x x / x / x x x

[Image description: a 9 gif stimboard; from left to right.

First line: a progress pride flag being raised up on a flag pole and waving in the wind, a gif panning upwards over several long Sakeru Gummy candies laying on a wooden floor, and a gif of someone holding a large progress pride flag as they ride their horse in the countryside facing away from the camera.

Second line: a still image of the character Long Long Man from Sakeru Gummy commercials, a close-up gif of a rainbow pride flag waving in the wind, and a still image of the character Tooru-san from Sakeru Gummy commercials.

Third line: a gif of a rainbow pride flag waving in the wind, a gif panning over long Sakeru Gummy candies hanging up in a store, and a gif of a large progress pride flag attached to a black car and waving in the wind.

End of image description.]

[random-xpressions]

I think the finest human experience that I now realize as an adult must have happened long back ago when we were toddlers. The little hammocks made of cloth in which our moms used to slowly swing us in while singing the most soothing lullabies making us fall instantly into a deep sleep for hours. Its like there are three blessings lined up - swaying to relax our tiny fragile bodies, lullabies that calms our senses and then the deep sleep. May I have that privilege again pleeeeeeeeease? I don't mind shrinking in size...

Random Xpressions

[thewhumpcaretaker]

❤️ Whumpril IV - Swaying ❤️

Poems from the perspective of Caretaker.

Oh, will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you fall? The world all holds its breath to watch you sway. No, boys. A slow song’s coming on, that’s all. I won’t, I will not, watch him die this way.

May I cut in and steal this dance from Death? With my hand on your waist, yours ‘round my neck, with drumming, nervous hearts and halting breath, let me lead you, swaying, from this wreck.

[crash-bump-bring-the-whump]

Whumpril 2024 - Day 4 - Swaying

Reality and Thanatos belong to @inscrutable-shadow !! God I love your boys thank you for letting me play with them c:

TWs: alcohol consumption, drunkenness, honestly it's just club stuff it's not heavy vibe wise

Bastian watched Mariano, leaning on the bar. He’d wanted to see what all the fuss was about with that fancy nightclub–The Realm. Allegedly it was fae-run, but he didn’t care either way. The bear of a bartender was worth the trip on his own, with his rolling gait and glowing golden eyes. Gabriel, he’d said his name was. 

They’d swapped numbers.  

“Your boy’s cute.” Gabriel said, passing Bastian another drink. Fluorescent and red, he’d called it Demon’s Blood. It tasted like biting into a fresh mango and went down easy like good vodka. Bastian immediately knew that Mariano would love it. 

“He is. So is Reality’s.” Bastian agreed with a grin, eyes drifting to where Mariano was dancing with Thanatos. His hips rolled, legs intertwined with the pretty vampire’s as they swayed with the crowd. He leaned in and said something against Thanatos’ ear, whatever it was making them both laugh. 

It wasn’t often that Mariano felt comfortable enough to let loose like this–they’d been dating for over a year by the time he’d even revealed that he COULD dance. But god could he put on a show when he wanted to, one arm looped around Thanatos to cage him in and keep him steady. His glowing white pact rings flicked towards Bastian and Gabriel now and then, making sure that they were still watching as his lips trailed to Thanatos’ jaw.

“Oh? I see Thanatos has finally loosened up.” Reality sounded as light as air when ae returned from talking to some particularly beautifully blossoming dryad. “Good, he’s needed this, I think. He’s been overthinking far, far too much.” 

“Don’t know many people who could keep thinking in general with Mariano grinding on them like that.” Bastian said, laughing as Mariano maneuvered them into more open space and dipped Thanatos easily.

“I couldn’t. I’d just eat him alive, or something.” Gabriel said, taking a sip from a water bottle he had nearby. “He’s just got one of those faces. Thanatos too.”

They watched Mariano spin Thanatos and release him, both grinning as the song faded into the next. Really, Bastian couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Mariano have so much fun. Mariano swayed back to the bar then with Thanatos at his side, the mage clearly too drunk to walk straight but somehow still confidently on his feet and walking a straight line. Bastian caught him when he got close enough, pressing a kiss to Mariano’s cheek. “Alright, water time, then back home.” 

“Ffffine, fine. Than–Thanatos, you, I…I want to give you my number, is that okay?” Bastian couldn’t help laughing as Mariano tilted in his arms, a gentle sort of worry winding into Mariano’s voice as he asked.

Reality seemed just as tickled as Bastian was as ae helped steady Thanatos. Thanatos, for what it was worth, flushed a pretty red and looked away before nodding. “I…would like that. Yes. Please.”

Not ten minutes later, they were waving goodbye to the cute fae and vampire, piling into a cab. “Sssso…so that's what people do in college?” Mariano's smile never wavered, clearly remembering why Bastian had dragged him out that night. “I see the…the appeal. That's way better than war crimes.”

Something twisted in Bastian's chest and he looped an arm around him, hugging Mariano close. “...Yeah. Yeah, it is.”

“Can we do it again sometime?”

The warm, easy hope in Mariano's voice, unmasked by his normal reservations and stoicism, hurt even worse. “Yeah, you're still pretty young. We could probably go out again next week if you wanted.” 

Mariano just hummed and leaned more heavily into Bastian. “Thanks.”

“...Yeah, any time, baby.”

@whumperofworlds @honeybees-125 @bxtterflystxtches and Coy you got pined already but ily so double ping @inscrutable-shadow

[cynicalone94]

Whumpril 2024 - Day 4

Swaying

Read on AO3 here.

After an accident during a high speed pursuit and with CFD still ten minutes away, can Jay pull off a high stakes rescue?

@whumpril

[septic-dr-schneep]

@whumpril Day 4: Swaying

“Bim Trimmer, you’re not listening to me!” Yandere complained, stomping his foot for emphasis. “You’ve been running around like a decapitated chicken for days now about this stupid show—”

“This ‘stupid show’ could be the biggest of my career!” Bim shot back, irritation undercut by his breathlessness as he slugged back the rest of his coffee.

“The biggest flop, you mean, when you drop dead onstage from a caffeine overdose! You’re—whoa, hey!”

Bim turned a bit too fast when trying to shove the empty cup onto the desk, knocking a pencil holder and a tape dispenser as he lurched off-balance. The armrest of the desk chair would have made good support but his jittery fingers missed. Yandere managed to catch his flailing hand, pulling him back upright with nauseating haste.

“When’s the last time you actually used this chair? Sit down and shut up, baka. Rest for a minute.”

[tomihara-design]

「水鏡」

[expectsomechange]

I was originally gonna make a Devin drawing for the 17th but I didn't finish it, reckon, I did just start working on it two days ago

Have this!

Cya

[crimsonlyinglilly]

Day 4 Swaying

Again late for day 4 whumpril, even though i wrote this mostly at the same time of day 3

a direct follow on from Day 3 and a glimpse into Tristan view of his relationship with Elias

Again warnings for implied Sexual content, Elias doesn't have much of a choice in things but assumes that's normal. This is a very abusive situation as Tristan has been playing mind games with Elias since he found him.

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Elias did have his own room but Tristan had come to enjoy sharing a bed, during sleep Elias had no mask, so everything was laid bare and at times Elias reached out in his nightmares and would sink into his touch, pliant and trusting. 

So Elias only used the bed in his room when he was healing, having one of his episodes, when Tristan was away.

So Tristan waited in his bed for Elias to arrive after Lucien was done with him.

The boy arrives at his door swaying, the angry raw wounds covering his neck, and likely more hidden by the gown he wore, clearly the cause of it.

 Lucien had taken it too far it seemed, he knew it was a likely possibility when he had agreed, Lucien hated Elijah as much as he and his sister did and there was a reason he had no intention of letting Aurora ever meet Elias.

He smothered his annoyance by calling Elias over to the bed with a wave.

The sight of Elias following his orders alway soothed away his ire.

Which is why when Elias stopped at the edge of the bed he frowned, had tonight damaged the trust he had been growing in the boy more than he had thought it would. 

He had enjoyed seeing the spark of betrayal in the boy’s eyes, when he had turned to look at him for reinsurance. The sight of Elijah Mikealson looking at him with pleading and betrayal was something he would keep in his mind until the day he was able to get the real thing, however Elias wasn’t Elijah, for all they looked the same.

In the beginning it wouldn’t have been there, it was proof his pet had gotten comfortable around him and learned to trust him, it had taken him months to convince the boy he could say no.

Tristan as started to look forward to those time to enjoy the shock Elias couldn’t hide at the idea of being listened to and the punishments afterwards Elias accepted without hesitation.

 It would be a pain to have to do all that work again but then again it could also be a new punishment he could use.

“Are you angry at me, Elias?” he asked, keeping his tone mild and without judgement, the boy was very observant.

“No sir,” Elias responded with the slightest shake of his head. “I have no reason to be angry, it was your choice.” came the common answer, one he hadn’t had to train into him, and after speaking to him had come before his time on the street.

Sometimes Tristan wished he could meet the boys parents, just to see what they were like, maybe to shake their hands before he killed them.

He wondered how Elias would react if he showed him after, did he have the same loyalty to his blood Elijah had?

“Then why are you still standing there?” he asked after a moment.

“I should shower.” Elias explained making him blink, that was a fair point, Tristan really didn’t want anything of Lucien in his bed. It was bad enough he allowed him to use Elias at all, but the boy was barely able to stay standing.

“You're barely keeping yourself upright,” he told the boy shaking his head, “what else should have been expected of the manners of a servant's son.” he muttered to himself as Elias started to move again. 

He watched as Elias climbed into the bed, the side he had started to label Elias's in his head, the careful way he moved proving Lucien had likely left bruises besides the bitemarks, it was going to takes days for him to heal.

“Who is Elijah?” Elias asked moments after he had settled, Tristan stared at him. The boy didn’t look like he had any more of an idea than he normally did when he corrected him, of the rare times he slipped and used his sire’s name instead of his boy’s.

“An old enemy of ours,” he explain shortly adding “yes he is the one you resemble.” before the other could say another thing, he was still unsure why the boy looked so much like his sire and the Strix witches had nothing to help him with the question.

The most any of the Strix could get on their absence Sire was dagger, besides his siblings in the coffins Klaus kept them in it seemed from the outside Klaus had exchanged one older brother for the other.

“-why you took me in?” Elias' question brought him from his fantasies on what had caused Klaus to dagger his favourite brother for over a century now?

“Yes. What? You have more to ask?” he demanded as he noticed Elias was still clearly questioning something as he bit his lip, Tristan narrowed his eyes as Elias seemed to have to work himself up to ask.

“Whose Klaus- Niklaus?”

“Where did you hear that?” he snapped, came out sharped than he planned but why would his boy ever hear- Lucien-

“Mr - he told me to call him that.” Elias stumbled over his words, not meeting his eyes instead looking at his hands, he blinked at the oddness of the behaviour before the full meaning hit him.

Tristan laughed, the confused frown on the teenager’s face deepening but Tristan didn’t bother to stop it as the picture built in his head, taking one of Klaus’s most important things, using Klaus himself to debase the image of his brother.

He found himself laughing so much it ached and Elias's expression shifted to concern.

“Pay it little heed, you won’t hear it again.” he managed to speak once the laughter lessened, he would never tell Lucien but it was brilliantly played if only either the true Elijah or Klaus could have seen it.

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Whumpril 2024 - Day 4

Swaying

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Tw: sickness and unconsciousness

Whumpee felt like shit, but he still made it to work. What else would he have done? There was no one at home to take care of him, so he joked to himself, that at least someone would notice, if he passed out at work.

Little did he know, that his prior joke was becoming more and more a real possibility.

His vision was becoming blurry now and again as he tried to focus on his work to spray paint onto the rear bumper of the Chevy with the air brush pistole. At first he thought it was his mask fogging from the inside, but it wasn't. This fact became obviously clear, when the headache, that already was a constant reminder for the last 2 days spiked to a vicious pounding all of a sudden. Additionally he had an upset stomach for the same amount of time. The bitter taste of bile slowly started to creep up his gullet, while the focus on his work swam away.

Whumpee had been working on his hunches, moving around the carpart bend over. He needed to get up and get out of the seemingly shrinking booth right now. As he straigthened his body, the world spun around him, his knees unsteady all of a sudden. The pistole slipped out of his hand and ceased it's own work spraying any paint.

A gloved hand reached for the wall. Fresh sprayed painted, that was hanging in the air and settled on the walls, smeared under his fingertips, leaving a trail to the door and fresh stains on the door handle.

He squeezed himself outside, while already ripping the mask from his face. The left filter got dented, when it also slipped out of his hand and fell to the concrete floor. His knees were about to buckle, but he managed to shuffle forward. Whumpee needed to get out of the warehouse and he needed to get some real fresh air. He was swaying dangerously, as he passed his blurry colleague. His footsteps were unsteady, but the urge was pushing him forward.

Alarmed by the thud, the mask made, when it hit the ground, caretaker came out of the office and could see whumpee just rounding the corner and leaving the warehouse through the open garage door.

His movements seemed wobbly. "Your buddy breathed in too much fumes again." Colleague laught at him.

Caretaker followed anyway. "Whumpee? You okay?"

The undeniable sounds of someone throwing up was echoning back from the metal walls of the big room. A gasp, a whimper inbetween the sounds of a revolting stomach, were getting louder as he approached the garage door.

Then nothing.

When caretaker stepped out of the garage, he was shocked for a moment, seeing whumpees slack form laying motionsless in the grass beside the building.

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