#are we getting back tattoos 🌛

[skyandpeople]

FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!

[total-lunareclipse4]

🌜We share the same skin🌛

pairing: eddie munson x reader

summary: the soulmate au in which you are connected by what’s physical. Any pain you feel, any injuries you get, any doodles you draw, any sentences you write on yourself, these are all felt and seen by your soulmate, they reflect on their body.

warnings: per usual, none I can think of!

word count: 3.6k ish

For the earliest years of your life, destiny was outweighed by your annoyance towards the reckless person that couldn’t go a day without injuring themselves. Truly, it was such that you’d asked your mom to take you to the store to buy a helmet and some knee pads to give them to this clumsy person upon meeting. 

It wasn’t only the bruises, cuts, and scraped knees. It was the doodles, too. Sometimes it would be things you could tolerate, like stupid fantasy creatures. But it really pissed you off when whoever it was that was doing this to you, wrote down bad words on visible parts of your body that you later on had to cover so as not to get in trouble.

Sometimes you would write back. 

Under your bruises you’d say, “Is there a magnetic force pulling you to the ground?” 

And under the cuss words you’d remind them that; “My mom says that those words aren’t kind.”

But almost always their response would be a stupid comeback or nothing at all. 

Things got better as you grew up. The injuries didn’t happen as often, and you started having more fluent conversations with this person, reaching the point where you began appreciating their sense of humor. Your arms and legs were constantly filled with scrabbles, talks you had with each other. 

Once in junior high, you had been absentmindedly looking outside the window while in a class you weren’t too keen on, when you felt the familiar tickling sensation on your left forearm. 

“S.O.S,” written on that messy handwriting that was growing into you adorned your skin. 

“?” You tried to keep your responses short, leaving more space available to chat. 

“First state to grant women voting rights?” 

“Are you taking a test?” You wrote back.

“Please!!!!” The exclamation marks kept on showing up until you gave in and replied. 

“Wyoming.” 

“Life saver :)” 

You put your pen down and waited for more questions to appear. It wasn’t uncommon for them to solicit your help when it came to academic material, and although you didn’t see it as a big deal, you liked to make them ask for your knowledge instead of just handing it out to them. Especially after all of the pain they’d put you through when you were younger. 

As time went on, you started toying around with the idea of meeting Eddie. It had taken you years to learn his name. For whatever reason, the bond that tied you both together didn’t allow you to know any important details about each other until later on in life. 

You theorized that perhaps you were allowed to know his name and where he was from just now because now you were actually ready to meet each other. 

Opposed to the prior times when you had tried to tell him your name but realized that while you had written it down on your skin, it hadn’t appeared on his. 

That was until the idiot got his first tattoo. 

It was a warm afternoon, the kind in which you don’t feel like doing anything besides getting home and napping the hotness away. You were about to cross the line towards the land of dreams when a sharp, piercing pain awoke you.

Looking down at your arm, you saw a few black incoherent lines forming. Quickly, you darted for a pen and wrote on your pain-free arm. 

“What the hell are you doing?” You waited a couple of seconds, which then became minutes, but nothing in response. 

Inspecting the bizarre black lines once again, you realized you could make out the outline of a bat. Suddenly, it hit you. 

Eddie had been drawing those bats on him for months, testing out different placements and styles. When you had asked about it, he had told you that he was planning on getting them permanently on his skin, and that he wanted to see if he liked how they looked before making a decision. 

Even being something you had talked about, you didn’t think he would actually get them tattooed without telling you first. 

You still weren’t getting any answers from him, but since it was halfway done anyway, you left it alone. Not that the thought of tampering with it and dumping black ink all over your arm so he couldn't get it done didn’t cross your mind.

But if this was something you would be forced to have on you for the rest of your life, then you supposed you should let the artist finish their job and yell (write in all capitals) at Eddie later. 

After a few hours, you finally felt his ticklish response. 

“Sorry, couldn’t reply, was getting a tattoo.” Somehow, his response only made your anger grow. 

“Figured. Why would you do that without consulting with me?”

“Didn’t know I had to ask for your permission to get something on my body?”

“It affects my body too?” Even though *technically* you couldn’t hear his tone, you knew you didn’t like it. 

“Wait, it appeared on you?” 

“We share injuries, pain, scars, drawings and words we write on each other but you didn’t think we would share this?”

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t think this would happen.” And again, even without hearing his voice, it was clear that he was being sincere. So you opted to scribble a quick message letting him know you were going to bed to cool off and proceeded to sleep for the rest of the night. 

After the incident, he offered to cover them up with something chosen by you, since he now knew your link was deeper than what he had estimated.

But you made it clear that it hadn’t been the bats that had annoyed you, it was the lack of consideration. To be truthful, you loved the bats, you loved them even more because they were his design. But you didn’t appreciate having woken up in pain without a prior warning. 

You had a long conversation about it, one that required taking quick showers in between to wash off the ink and be able to replace it by new one. 

You had made it clear that he could get whatever tattoos he wanted, only if he let you know beforehand. And that you reserved the right to veto any of his ideas if you didn’t like them. Although after Eddie’s sixth tattoo, you didn’t think that was going to happen. They weren’t necessarily your style, but the thought of carrying his art with you everywhere you went, well, it was one of those things you thought about often because it made you smile.

After that, meeting each other got subconsciously postponed, it wasn’t a thought that had come to you rationally, but you were waiting for him to mature just a little more before flying to Hawkins. 

High school went by, and you were soon faced with the tsunami of responsibilities that being a senior involved. Were you taking the SAT’s? Were you going to college? If so, which school were you attending? 

When standing in front of several university pamphlets given to you by your career counselor, you noticed how all of the options you had picked out were located in or near Indiana. 

Eddie Munson had infested your mind. A decision this big, one that would impact the rest of your life could not be made based on a guy you’d never even met before. It was impossible to plan a future when you didn’t even know how or if he fitted in it. 

You also had no idea of what his plans were. Why were you intending on moving closer to him when he could be moving away? There were so many interrogatives, so many conversations you needed to have that were too long to have them in writing. 

So, you grabbed a pen, scribbled something down, and went to bed. The amount of worrying and thinking you had just done had exhausted you. 

Meanwhile, while you slept, Eddie kept awake all night reading over and over again the message that had appeared on his right thigh. 

“I’m flying over to your town. Gotta meet and talk about the future and shit. Sleep tight :)”

…

Spending two hours in the bathroom wasn’t how you envisioned the start of this day going. You had gone through every single hairstyle and still couldn’t seem to find one that you liked. Prior to that, you had spent at least one more hour trying on every single item in your closet, until finding something you were kind of satisfied with. 

It was stupid, you knew that. Most of today you would spend it on a plane, but the knowledge of who would be waiting for you once you got out of the plane was the reason why you had woken up extremely early to deal with your appearance. 

Walking into your room, you disposed of the long-sleeved shirt you were wearing to put on one that didn’t cover your bat tattoo. It was the one you liked the most, and you usually showed it off. 

“Okay, now I’m done. Definitely no more changes after this one,” you whispered to yourself. Grabbing your bags, you exited your home and rode to the airport with your mother. She had been a little skeptical at first since you insisted on going on your own, but she was happy, nonetheless. Happy for you to finally meet your soulmate. 

Once you arrived, you went into autopilot while going through airport security and such. Anxious to be on the plane and zone off for the rest of the flight while listening to “Powerslave,” the latest album Eddie had you listening to. 

You had the tape on repeat, analyzing each song. When Eddie gave you music to listen to, you took your time with it, wanting to understand the meaning behind it all. It made you feel closer to him, as if this was a way for you to know him better. 

Then, that tickling feeling you (usually) loved made you look down at your arm.

“Got on the plane safe?” It was a little annoying how this guy you had never met before was able to give you butterflies by doing the bare minimum, like checking in on you. 

“Yeah, I have my Iron Maiden tape with me to keep me company.”

“Cool. You’ll have to tell me what you thought of it once we see each other. Can’t wait!” Reading the last part over and over, you drifted off to sleep. 

…

You could feel his piercing stare on you. Maybe it was part of the cosmic connection you two shared, although you hadn’t heard other soulmates talking about anything like what you were experiencing right now. But you knew exactly where he was and who he was the minute you stepped foot on the mechanical stairs. 

Just a little longer and you’d reach the bottom, just a little longer and you’d see him face to face. To avoid the awkwardness of it all, you didn’t look back, although you allowed him to stare at you. Maintaining uncomfortable eye contact as the stairs brought you to his level wasn’t something you wanted to experience, even if it was with the person you were destined to spend the rest of your life with. 

So you concentrated on every and anything else. The messages he’d written you throughout the day, the ones you’d written back. Your heavy bags, the shoes of the lady standing in front of you. How you had seemingly taken the longest flight of stairs in the country. 

He was smiling, you didn’t see his face, but he was smiling. It was a common occurrence to be the first one to know when he accidentally bit his tongue or got a papercut. 

But this was entirely new, an addicting sensation, one you were sure you would never get tired of. His joy was reflected on you, and yours on him. Even as intimidating as it was, knowing that you now did not only share what one could consider to be superficial, but the important things too, you were ecstatic to find out that there were still things about your relationship that were new to you both. Things that could only be amplified as you actually developed a face to face bond. 

Your feet hit the floor and you felt him moving through the crowd, not only that, but after deciding to glance upwards, you actually saw him walking over towards you. His face was unfamiliarly known territory. One you had never laid eyes upon before today, but one you were sure you could esculpt perfectly if you tried to. 

“Hey,” he spoke. It was such a casual greeting, one an outsider could mistake by an old and common salutation instead of the first words being spoken between soulmates. 

“Hi.” The grin on your face was as wide as ever. 

“Can I?” He didn’t finish his sentence, he didn’t even gesture at what it was that he was asking for, but you knew exactly what it was that he was requesting. 

Nodding, you let go of your bags and opened your arms slightly, prepared to welcome his embrace. 

Hugging him was like the feeling you experienced whenever he talked to you through your skin amplified by the number of stars there are in the night sky

Ticklings all over. Fireworks imploding. The universe collapsing in on itself. 

If that’s how being held by him felt, you could only imagine how others things would make you feel. 

It was so bizarre, feeling so strongly about a person who in theory was a stranger, a stranger you grew up connected to. A stranger who you were used to talking to everyday, a stranger who stood before you. 

You had no control over your destiny, no choice when it came to who you decided to spend eternity with. It should be a matter of rage, of rebellion against such injustice, but having Eddie’s arms around you was enough proof to know that the universe was wise. 

“You should wash your hair more often,” he said, nose sniffing your head. There it was, the teasing. 

“Shut up, I don’t take advice from someone who uses a 3 in 1 shampoo.” 

He chuckled, creating a memory you would come back to often, of that you were certain.

 You pulled apart, instantly missing him. 

“Wait, before I forget, I have something for you,” you said as you opened one of your bags. You retrieved the items and handed them to him. 

“Sweetheart, I’m afraid my head isn’t going to fit in this. And these knee pads look awfully small, too.” 

“Well, yeah, I got those for you when we were like five years old. So you’d stop injuring yourself so much.” 

He stared at the objects for a few seconds, coming up with something. 

“You know, maybe if I add a little carton here and there, I can make the helmet bigger.”

“You like them then?” 

“Love them. Even if it was a selfish gift,” he chuckled. 

“Hey!” You pretended to be offended.

“Admit it! You got them so you wouldn’t have to deal with my injuries! Not because you were worried about my safety!”  Instinctively, he grabbed your bags and together you walked towards his van, bickering about the true reason behind your gesture. It felt so rutinary, so comforting, so couple-like.

…

If you had to describe the ride to his home in one word, you would go for noisy. Between the talking, the laughter, and the ungodly loud music coming from the car speakers, a symphony of love was composed. 

It was terrifying how hard you were falling. Maybe part of the things you were feeling were old sentiments, ones that had bloomed years ago, but that you hadn’t been able to pick apart because there wasn’t a face to associate them with. Either way, you were sure this was the best decision you had made in a long time. 

“We have arrived,” Eddie said before exiting the vehicle and going to open your door for you. 

“Thanks,” you giggled, a sound your soulmate hadn’t stopped hearing since meeting you. 

You both entered his trailer and he guided you to his room. It was so full of him, items that had Eddie written all over them, items you wanted to inspect closely for hours. 

“I tried my best to clean up, even got rid of the rats for you.” 

“Oh, I’m getting the VIP treatment, I see. Did you kill the cockroaches too?”

“I’m afraid that’s gonna run you a little extra. Bugs extermination comes with the platinum package, do you wish to upgrade?” 

“That depends, how much extra are we talking about here?” 

“Mhh, a date or two with the local freak,” he replied, collapsing onto his bed. 

You took a few seconds to (fakely) consider his offer. 

“I’ll make you one better, four dates and a prospect for infinite future ones if I end up liking you enough.” He sat back up, meeting your line of sight. 

“You got yourself a deal.” 

…

So far, you hadn’t seen much of Hawkins yet, but it was obvious that the stereotypes associated with small towns fit this one perfectly.

You weren’t exactly sure where Eddie would take you to experience all this “excitement” he had promised you considering how dull your surroundings looked, but you were sure that you two could fill tax returns together and still have a blast. 

He’d offered to stay in today, to let you rest after your trip. But you didn’t want to rest, you wanted to go out and see all the places that he loved, to see how he lived. 

“Are you gonna tell me where we’re going now?” You had his black bandana wrapped around your eyes, per his request. An unreasonable request you had argued, considering you weren't familiar with the place and had no way of knowing where you were heading based on your surroundings, but one you followed through with anyway. 

“Nope, you’ll have to wait a little longer. We’re almost there, I promise.” 

“I have trust issues when it comes to you.” 

“Okay, for the last time, I never said I was a good cook.” 

“Yes, you did!” You exclaimed. “You said you were the greatest cook I would ever meet after I told you I had caused a small fire in my kitchen after trying out a fancy recipe I saw on T.V!”

“You have no proof of that ever happening.”

“I do! I took a polaroid of my arm when you wrote that just in case you turned out to be shit in the kitchen, which, you are! Thank you very much for overcooking dinner.” 

“You took a picture of it?” His tone and feelings behind it changed drastically, it wasn’t just flirtatious teasing, he was now feeling genuine intrigue.

“Yeah, I have a few pictures of things you’ve said, others I’ve written down elsewhere. I also take pictures of the things you draw on yourself before you wash them off.” 

“Unless they’re ugly,” you added jokingly. 

“You’re such a sap,” he said, and you felt how moved and loved you had made him feel. 

…

It turned out to be a music store. Eddie had brought you to his favorite music store. Not only that, he had asked one of the workers to put a box aside full of tapes he’d picked out for you. 

After going through the box (and maybe crying a little although you turned around so Eddie wouldn't see you) you kept browsing through the place, with your soulmate by your side. A few more tapes caught your eye, and he encouraged you to put them inside the box as well. 

Time flew by and the guy working the registry let you know that they were closing soon, and that it would be a good idea for you two to check out. You went to grab your wallet, but Eddie stopped you from doing so. 

He leaned in closer and said to you; “I got this, it’s the least I can do after you flew all this way.” 

Thanking him, you grabbed the heavy bag the employee gave you and walked back out to his van. You snuck your face inside the bag and read over the titles once again before grabbing “Defenders of the Faith” and shoving it inside the cassette player. 

The volume had been set pretty high priorly, but you couldn’t help but jump a little when “Love Bites” started blasting, drowning you in the music. 

Eddie looked at you entertained, staring without muttering a sound.

“What?” You asked. 

“Nothing, I’m just looking at you.” 

“Why?” You asked, giggling. You tried your best to ignore the wave of nerves that had just hit you. 

“Working up the nerve to do what I’m about to do next,” he breathed out, “can I? 

And just like before, he didn’t have to finish the sentence for you to know what he wanted to do. You nodded, and he slowly made his way to your lips, keeping a few inches between you two before closing the gap.

The angle was a bit awkward, so he grabbed you by your waist and pulled you closer to him, placing you on his lap. 

One of his hands stayed on your waist, while the other went to grab one side of your face. Your fingers were lost in his curls, twisting and playing with them. 

He slid his tongue inside your mouth, slow, but firm. With the hold he had on your waist, he pulled you towards him even more, not wanting there to be any space between you both. 

And there, lightheaded and utterly happy, you realized you had been right before. 

If hugging him felt like being at the center of a volcanic eruption, then kissing him felt like tasting heaven.

[sashi-ya]

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Your lungs hurt, but you have to keep running. One of your shoes is missing, and you have no absolute idea where it is. And you don’t care, just keep running. Run, (Name), run.

The people that get in the middle slow you, And they will come for you. And they will catch you if you don’t run. Run, (Name), run.

Because you had offended those who should not be offended. Because you decided your freedom was worth it. Because you had decided that changes come to those who take a step out of the way. Run, (Name), run.

The little backstreets of this harbour city work wonders, you jump and hide. But you can still hear the boots against the cobbled streets that resonate behind you. Run, (Name), run.

And there he is, standing right in the middle of your scaping route, crashing against his bare chest, his tattooed chest. A Big ink heart over caramel skin. Oh, so pretty, oh so warm and safe.

“What the hell?” he asks, lifting his arms up in the air.

Your eyes scan his, steel grey with a hint of golden. Golden like the sun, like the hoops on his earlobes. “I need help” you whisper, pleading for mercy with just the tone of your voice, with your arms around his waist, clenching your hands on the yellow open shirt he is wearing.

“Fine. What the h-“he cuts himself short, because he understands so quickly who is following you. He knows too well. “Should we run?” he asks, but quickly pushes you against the wall of an ice cream shop.

Your eyes widen, what is he planning to do?

His arms land on each side of your head, covering your body with his almost 2 meters of height. His face comes closer, so really close to yours. His goatee barely grazing your chin, pointy nose to yours. “Don’t even look at them, just look at me” he commands, making you shiver by the intensity of that order.

You comply, listening the shouts of idiotic guards that think you have banished from the face of the earth right in front of them. And he smirks, because he probably can feel the way your nails bury on his back, your lips trembling, and your breathing accelerating. Is it because of the adrenaline of being chased? Or is it by his imponent aura? Maybe it is because he is handsome, so really handsome.

“There, safe. I don’t even wanna know what you did for them to chase you” he says once the many guards have gone away, breaking the tension of hiding under his imponent beauty.

You frown, trying to suppress the feeling of your heart wanting to jump out of your chest. Why does it feel as if he was stealing your heart?

“I haven’t done anything, I just wanted to be free. Thank you” you mumble, fixing your clothes and hair. He smirks down at you once again, definitely killing you this time with his smile. “Fine, then be careful” he says, waving an inked hand and walking slowly away from you.

You remain silent for some minutes, trying to look for excuses to talk to him at least one last time… just, knowing his name? Your lips separate several times while your tongue cannot articulate a single word.

Run, (Name), run.

And you do, you run just enough to grab his hand. “Wait!”

Your saviour stops pulled back by your insistent grip. A side look from him is enough for your eyes to meet once again. The tangerine hues of the sunset filter in between the little space that separates you both, and the sound of the waves crashing against the pier replace the beats your heart has just skipped.  

“Take me with you, please”

You are not even conscious of the words that had just slipped out of your lips, but he is. And he frowns, eyes under the shadow of his fluffy white hat.

“Yeah… follow me”

He just said yes. Of course, you weren’t expecting such answer. You weren’t even expecting a single thing. “I- really?” you ask, just to be sure. How many times you have been played by men?

“Yeah, follow me. I must warn you, though, that I am a pirate” he tells you when you finally let go of his arm. “I don’t care, I’ve been in worst places” …

From the moment you met him, everything looked different. Was him the change you were seeking for? Was he…freedom? He said he was a pirate, but he didn’t have a ship. He had a submarine. A yellow submarine. And a Polar bear as navigator, two best friends called like artic animals, and he was a D. And an ex shichibukai. And the infamous rookie, Trafalgar D. Water Law, the Surgeon of Death.

Some days have passed since the first time you stepped on the cold, metallic floors of the Polar Tang. You will forever cherish how Bepo, the talking polar bear, offered you a pair of new boots that were too big for you.

“Morning, (Name)!” Penguin, the second commander salutes you with a big smile. “Hi!” you wave as you enter the kitchen of the submarine. They have been so lovely with you, except for him. Your now captain, your saviour.

You have your breakfast in peace, wondering if he ever will eat with his crew, waiting for his beautiful dark circles to make a stellar appearance to make your morning even better.

The last bite of your toast jeopardizes you, as the wish for him to appear turns into reality. You cough with widen eyes, and you could swear a little smirk formed on the commissure of his lips.

When you stop coughing, he proceeds to talk. “Hi, guys. Good morning. Bepo what was that you were telling me about the eclipse yesterday?” he asks, wearing his tight jeans a black shirt exposing the several tattoos that garnish his chest to you.

Your teary eyes don’t prevent you from admiring his beautiful anatomy, but still, you remain silent to hear about the eclipse. An eclipse you know it will take place tonight, because you have spent almost all of your life studying about astronomic phenomena.

“Aya Aya, Sir! We will have a Lunar eclipse tonight! We might encounter some difficulties for navigating since it can produce tidal changes” Bepo informs his captain with certain information.

“I know I am new, but can I suggest something?” you say, a little scared of your new nakama not taking you seriously. Law looks at you with a suspicious frown, but either way he lets you speak. “Go ahead, (Name)-ya”.

Your bowels host a thousand butterflies when his low voice pronounce your name, but you have to be professional here. “What Bepo says is correct, I’ve been studying the movement of the moon for almost my whole life, and he is completely right. We should, If you let me, dock at the next port because we can expect the tidal to go really high. Perhaps a strange phenomenon similar to the Aqua Laguna from Water 7 will occur and we could lose our sonars” you inform, finally breathing out the anxiety as everyone, including Law, was paying outmost attention at you.

“Very well, we will dock at the next port. Bepo, please lead the way” he commands, showing complete trust in you even if he doesn’t really know you. Every crew member and you gawked at his order, but soon everybody get to work without hesitation nor objection.

Clione elbows you, and giggling he whispers “Heh, he likes you”.

You smile, biting your lower lip. Maybe it wasn’t true, but who wouldn’t like that to happen…

The night comes pretty fast when you are busy, and the Submarine had finally docked at a port of a little summer island. The moon shines brightly, maybe more that normally, perhaps she wanted to give the earth as much light as possible until it goes under complete darkness. Maybe it was just you, love can make you see the beauty of your surroundings more intensely, who knows?

All of the crew had already left the submarine and began their search for a place to sleep tonight. You decided to stay at a high point on the coast where in the case of the waves getting out of hand, they couldn’t hurt you…

“Ah my dear Moon, so pretty… what are you gonna show us today?” you ask looking at the sky, allowing your countenance to be bathed by the silvery lights of the satellite. You prepared your notebook, you wanted to document every movement, every phase, every colour change in the sky until total darkness. You were mesmerized by its beauty shining a light over a vast cost ahead of you.

You let your hair flow with the salty breeze of the coast, and as the waves became foamy you couldn’t help but imagine how beautiful it could be if Law was there with you. Little do you know…

“Name-ya?” he asks from behind you making a shiver run through your spine.  Why…

You take some time to turn around because you are sure that must be your imagination. But it wasn’t. Law is there, right there, standing with a hand on the pocket of his jeans and the other holding his no-dachi.

“C-captain?” you whisper, confused but so happy to see him there. “Uh… I didn’t know you were here” he mumbles, pondering the possibility of sitting right next to you on that rock over a hill covered in cherry blossom trees.

Law takes his hat off and let it rest next to his Kikkoku on the floor. His grey eyes reflect the round brilliance on the sky until he finally takes a seat right next to you, crunching his long legs so his knees get to his chest. He hugs them and fixes his sight into the horizon. In complete silence both stay for what you thought it might have been eternal.

“Uh, Captain… excuse me” you tell him, taking a cherry blossom petal off the crook of his neck. Law shivers a little at your bare touch on his warm skin. “Uh… thanks” he murmurs, giving you a quick look at your countenance to take his eyes back towards the sea.

You nod, cherishing the petal on your hands, jealous perhaps of it landing where your lips would die to kiss. You notice the deep pain in his eyes. Law, your saviour, is someone who apparently understood too well what it was to be chased by guns in order to stop you from being free, from living.

You clear your throat to catch his attention. “Captain, look at the sky… the first contact is about to take place” you tell him, pointing at the moon who has began to lose brilliance on one of its sides.

Law takes a moment to look at it, and you can’t understand why he isn’t mesmerized by the event.

The light begins to fade, making the rest of the stars more and more visible over a dark velvet sky. The waves have become even more aggressive as well as the wind. Your skin grows little bumps as the temperature drops, but Law seems not to notice.

And you couldn’t keep your mouth shut. Of course, not…

“Are you free, captain?”. “Why you ask?”

“I can see it in your eyes”. “What is that you can see?”

“A jail, what is holding you back, captain? Is that hatred? Is revenge? What is it?” . “You don’t know me, (Name)-ya”

“Take the chance, jump, captain. Run, captain, run… Do you know what happened when I decided to be free, Law?”.

“What?”

Your hand grazes his cheek, and your lips seal one with the other. A kiss so adventurous but so soft. He exhales through his nose and his widen eyes in surprise slowly close. Law lets himself drown in your comforting peck, in an intrusion so warm, so needed as the night covers you both with a veil of pure darkness.

Your lips barely separate, and your foreheads press. “I don’t know what has happened to you, captain… but if you take a chance, I promise everything can change”

Law softly abandons the memory of that night where Cora-san, drunk in pain as the time was running out to save him, told him how much he loved him. A dark, dark night bathed them because of a total eclipse, just like tonight. Law lets go off the memory and takes the chance, allowing your embrace to hold him safe, so safe, like his arms when he saved you.

The time runs slow, so slow. Your backs fall over the ground, and without even thinking it much your clothes do too. His inked hands run up and down your waist, and your legs hugs his. Heels to the small of his back, his lips to your neck.

Who was he? Who were you? Your bodies didn’t care…

He kisses, he bites your skin, down to your belly. His teeth grazing your hip bones, sliding what is left of your clothes off. He doesn’t have to ask, your hips look for him, for his mouth as he breathes warmly so close to your entrance.

Law devours you entirely, up, and down, subtle moans mix with the wind and the rustling trees around you. Total darkness covers you as the moon finally hides and while you wait for the first ray of light to come back, you reach to the top.

You tremble under his body now on top of yours, he grunts softly, fixing his eyes to yours. And in immensity of darkness sky, he was now your moonlight.

Your nails bury on his back, so ready for him to be inside of you. Guiding his throbbing hardness, he leads the way in. “Law…” you moan, feeling that electric sensation of your walls receiving him.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ “(Name)-ya…”

From total penumbral darkness to full shine the moon goes as a perfect metaphor of your own lives…

From total penumbral darkness to full shine the moon goes as a perfect metaphor of your own lives…

[total-lunareclipse4]

🌜A permanent choice🌛

pairing: eddie munson x reader

summary: based on this request ->  Hi! can i request a GN! reader x eddie where the reader is eddie’s tattoo artist? i haven’t been able to stop thinking about this concept 😍 thank youuu

warnings: none? mentions of needles maybe?

word count: 1k ish

You were sitting at the counter, going over some finances. You shifted on the uncomfortable stool, the fake leather sticking to the skin under your thighs. You had a couple fans placed all over the store, but it was doing little to battle the hot temperatures.

Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, you put the book you were staring at aside, in need for a break. It had been a slow day, two consultations in the morning but no real action yet. The coworker that was supposed to come in had called in sick, leaving you all alone to bore to death.

You were about to go get a drink when you heard the bell atop the front door ring, announcing the arrival of a new client.

Turning around, you saw the familiar face of Eddie Munson. The regular you loved tattooing the most. There were five tattoos on his body, collaborations between you two. What was most special about him and his concepts is that he always included you in them. He’d arrive at your shop, a few ideas in mind, and draw them out for you, accepting your suggestions and asking for your opinions. In the end, they would always end up being something you were both proud of.

“Hey, hotstuff, what can I do for you today?” You greeted him.

“Oh, just, the usual. Stab me with a needle over and over for a couple hours,” he winked.

“You’re lucky I’m free today. Next time make an appointment, we’ve been over this.”

“Yes, colonel, I’m sorry, colonel,” he said as he did a military salute for you.

You walked over to the back of the studio, knowing he would follow after you. Taking out a few pencils and your notebook, you sat down and turned towards him.

“So, what are we doing today? Demons? Wizards? Vampires perhaps?” you already had a few ideas in mind for certain designs.

He pulled out a piece of paper from his back pocket, a three eyed troll with an open mouth had been drawn in the middle of it. Eddie laid the drawing on the table in front of you, letting you inspect it for a few seconds.

“So, what do you think?”

“I like it, but I think it’d look even better if we made him drool,” you replied, using a pencil to sketch some saliva dripping down the creature’s chin.

“Yeah? While you’re at it, how do you feel about adding some hair coming out of his ears?” He said as he pulled out another stool and sat beside you.

You brainstormed for a few more minutes before being content with the final result and deciding on a placement. Afterwards, you started with the preparations for the actual tattoo. After being done with the stencil, you sanitized everything and got your machine started.

“Alright, pull down your pants, Munson, and lay on the bed.”

“Damn, take me to dinner first.”

“Since when did you become so high maintenance?” You inquired with a quirk of your eyebrow.

Doing as requested, he laid down and you got to work.

The rest of the session went on as usual. Jokes, flirtatious comments, snarky remarks. At some point you began getting too distracted and decided to turn on the radio instead, needing the “silence” to work properly. Time flew by and before you knew it, your masterpiece was done.

“All done, check it out,” you said, giving his leg one last cleanup.

He sat up, bending over slightly to inspect your work.

“Hm, I think it’s missing something,” Eddie put his fist under his chin, feigning being in deep thought about something.

You stared at him confused, not understanding why he hadn’t brought this up in the earliest stages of the process.

“I think it would look great with your number under it,” he said, snapping his fingers.

You laughed at him, taking off your rubber gloves.

“You’re asking for my number?”

“No, I’m asking you to tattoo your number on me, so don’t take off your gloves, we’re not done.”

You took a moment to contemplate him, confused as to whether he was joking or being serious. It wasn’t necessarily mad coming from him, he’d told you about other things he’d done that had surprised you more than this. But it surely was stupid, something he’d regret the moment after getting it done.

“Eddie, I’m not gonna do that for you.”

“Why not?” He asked with genuine curiosity.

“Because, I can give you my number on a piece of paper if you really want it, you don’t need to carry it with you permanently, dingus.”

“Nope, I know myself, I’m constantly losing shit. This way I can guarantee I’ll have it with me always.”

“Then I’ll write it on your arm, I know you don’t shower anyway, so,” you offered.

He laughed, admitting defeat.

“Fine, but you’re lucky I’m disgusting or I’d fight you harder on this one.” He pulled up his pants, only to offer you his arm which you gladly took and and started to scribble your number down with a nearby pen you grabbed.

Satisfied, he stood up and followed you front.

After ringing him up, you repeated the aftercare instructions you gave him everytime and that you knew for a fact he never followed.

He thanked you and got ready to leave when you stopped him.

“I’m free on Saturday, just so you know.” You figured that if he had taken the first step, it was only fair to show initiative.

“Tell me again when I call you tonight, and I promise next time we see each other I’ll shower just for you.” He smirked.

“I’ll be holding you to that promise, Munson.”

“Please do, you’re a great incentive to improve my hygiene.”

And with that he left the shop, leaving you eager to get home and receive the call he’d promised to give you.

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A/N: Hope I did your idea justice! If you want to send a request, you can do so here.