#fic: stars above songs below

[siravalondulac]

sapphire steel | chapter two - hatred

j. snow x fem!oc

summary: cerelle continues to visit jon, and he is furious about it

tags: smut (f/m, hate sex, p in v, oral (m!recieving), anal, doggy), extremely dubious consent, canon divergence - rhaegar won the trident

word count: 1634

author's note: merry christmas btw

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Despite any sense of logic, Cerelle returned the next night. And the next. And the next. And every night afterwards.

Jon tried to get her to leave permanently. He used every bit of knowledge he had acquired over the years, every dirty tactic that had made even the most dedicated ladies flee him.

But none of them worked on Cerelle.

The first week he ordered her to undress herself, climb on the bed, and let herself be fucked by him. Each of those nights he got rougher and rougher with her, spanked her until she certainly could not sit the following day, strangled her throat until her arms finally buckled underneath her weight, and slammed his dick so far into her it hurt even him. He twisted her nipples, pressed her face into the pillow, trapped her arms behind her back.

But no matter what he did to her in any position, she returned the coming night.

Once he fucked her so long the sun rose when he finally collapsed onto the bed. She looked disgusting, could barely move, yet still curtsied and appeared again in the evening.

Then he started ignoring the bed.

He pushed her onto the ground as soon as she entered, hicked up her dress, and fucked her until his knees bled and his cock had emptied himself into her three times.

Four nights he tried this approach, yet nothing changed.

Several times he awaited her when she entered, grabbed her arm, threw her to the ground, and slammed his dick into her throat. Over and over again.

The first time in that position he finished in her mouth - it had only been the second time with her lips around his cock, after all - and forced her to swallow his load. The sight of this picture-perfect maiden doing something so obscene made him hard as a rock and so he repeated the action right then and there.

She did not even bat an eye.

(The most fear she ever showed was when he forced her to drink alcohol, and even then it was only a fleeting glimpse across her face.)

He started getting creative with where he would unload his spent. First directly onto her face, of course, the white substance sticking to her cheeks and eyelashes and lips, and he only barely suppressed a laugh when he sent her back to her room immediately. With direct orders not to clean herself until then.

His semen painted her tits, her dress, her hair, her hands, but every time she left his rooms with her head raised high.

The first time he took her on the bed again he laid her on her back with her head hanging off the edge and fucked her mouth like this. The constant usage of her throat had made it open up, so that night she took him deeper than ever before. His hands pawed at her small tits as his hips snapped against her face, her gurgles and gagging like music to his ears.

Three bottles of the strongest Northern ale he could find in his blood, he dragged her to the bed and fucked her like that first night. Except that his hand had started wandering, and after a lot of moans on his side - and a lot of nothing on hers - his thumb pressed against her asshole.

No gasp, no sound. He spat on the puckered hole, and with a lot of insistence and patience managed to pass the first ring of muscle with one finger.

Sometimes he wished to see her face when he fucked her. A mouth could be easily closed but muscle movements were less readily controlled.

But then he would have to look in her blue eyes again - deep, haunting, full of dark promises - and he would rather hug his father than do that.

Her walls clamped down heavily on him when he tried to pull his cock free of her wet heat, and he knew she likely tried to keep him from going through with his plan, in any way except for begging out loud.

He inserted two of his fingers into her cunt to collect her wetness, and then pressed one of them to her asshole.

“Do you want this, Cerelle?” They had not shared a word in four days, and the sound of his voice sounded foreign to himself. “Do you want me to fuck your ass?”

One finger penetrated the hole, slowly moving into her tight channel until it could not go any further. He pulled it back out before jamming it in again. When he was able to move without problem, he added the second.

“I am for my prince to do as he pleases.” The first time in nine days he heard her deep voice. “I stand in his service. Whatever he deems fit to do with my body he shall.”

Instructions given by his father, no doubt. The thought made him angry.

He curled his fingers inside her, opened and closed them, jammed them in and out, until he ripped them out and placed his cockhead at her entrance.

Perhaps it was the alcohol, perhaps wishful thinking, but he could have sworn he heard her take in a deep breath.

He wanted to slam inside of her, bury himself to the hilt in one thrust, but her ass was tighter than her cunt the day he had deflowered it. So he was forced to advance slowly in the beginning.

Despite what his reputation or the odd gossip might indicate, he did not like fucking a woman's ass. A cunt was made to have his cock inserted - the squelch, the quivering of the walls, the perfect fit. Sure, he enjoyed the other holes women - and men, on the odd occasion - had to offer, but he mainly took those as an exertion of power. A claim he could stake.

That night, he finished deep in her guts, and had to grin as he watched her walk away with a slight stumble.

Cerelle’s body seemed to slowly get used to his - and his to hers, as terrifying as that notion might be - so it should not have surprised him when she peaked on his cock multiple times herself. It usually happened on nights he did not stop at one turn, or when his hands wandered a bit too much.

The first time the sudden squeezing of her walls had taken him by such surprise he had finished early like an inexperienced maiden. Thinking she could get actual pleasure out of their interactions, despite her seeming indifference, left him reeling.

He was curious to try again, see what exactly caused her seemingly random peaks of pleasure, but then he drowned himself in more alcohol, and the thought faded.

One night, when he had her pressed against the wall, cock in her cunt and hand around her throat, he realised he hated her.

Hated her impassive face, hated the way she never made a sound besides slight gasps here and there, hated how she never spoke unless asked- no, commanded to, hated how she simply took everything he did to her, and more than anything, he hated how she returned every night.

What did she want from him? What could she possibly have to gain from this?

He watched her dress from the security of his blankets.

He hated her golden hair and how she never made the effort to style it, hated her perfect skin that never seemed to keep a mark for longer than three days, hated the red dress she always wore, and oh, how he hated her blue eyes.

Why did she never show any emotion towards him? Why could she not fight back?

He pounded her cunt from behind, his mind filled with all the unanswered questions that had arisen over these last weeks. Moons?

Everyone despised him, that was simply part of who he was. The Black Dragon, more Stark than Targaryen, a bastard who had caused the deaths of thousands of innocents, who had killed his mother in an effort to simply exist. Their hatred was what kept him alive.

The candle on the bedside wavered with their movements, every punch of him met with a flicker of it. His pillows were thrown wildly over the bed and the ground, his blankets bunched around his knees. The bed hit the wall with every thrust.

How could his furniture show more reaction to him?

She was slick, and warm, and a hole that did not object. He should be happy. He did not have to pay for her. Whatever he wanted, he got. For the first time in his life.

He grabbed her hips, burying his nails in her skin, and threw her onto her back. Slamming his dick back into her, his hands circled around her wrists and pressed them into the mattress. Their faces were so, so close, yet there was no fear in hers. Only confusion.

“Why won't you hate me?” he sobbed.

“If my prince wants me to.”

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, and came.

They laid there, bodies pressed together, her skin cold despite his furious fucking. He should move, but he was too tired.

Cock still buried in her, he fell asleep.

She was gone in the morning, any trace of her vanished as if she never existed. Someone had laid his head on a pillow and pulled up the blankets to cover his nude body.

When the servant came to bring him a new flagon of some wine, Jon gruffed out the order to find Cerelle and tell her to not come again unless he called for her. Then he vomited up a liquid reeking eerily similar to the ale of last night, and fell unconscious right after.

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author's note: i have no idea when i'll be able to update again as exam week is coming up, but i'll try at least one chapter a month

[naffeclipse]

One Soul to Another

Reader x Mermaid!Eclipse

Commission Info

I absolutely loved writing this darling hurt/comfort fic centered on Vanessa and Mer!Eclipse from In Deep Dreams Between the Waves for @counterbalance! The unlikely pair getting to connect while Y/N feels so much for their dear friend and dear mer is delightful.

Content Warning for mentions of death/violence/being eaten alive/mind control.

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The Rustbucket II floats gently along a calm ocean as the dawn waits to spread rosy-tinged fingers over the horizon and lighten the darkness of the salty waves splashing softly against the side of your boat. In the cabin, you stir gradually, still caught between dreams and the black depths filled with stars where you spend your nights with your giant mer.

A calm warmth fills your heart. The beautiful weight of Eclipse’s presence sits tenderly within you, and you swear his fingers still curve softly around you, cradling you close to his chest. His bioluminescence glows behind your eyelids with the strong, orange light of a bonfire. His soft warbles and purrs fall against you but distantly, held at arm’s length by your waking consciousness.

Eclipse?

He withdrew from you softly, setting you back into your sleeping mind like he was tucking you into bed. You blink slowly, your eyelids weighed down with sleep. He doesn’t often leave you so early. He looks forward to your shared dreams the most. 

Slowly gliding your hand over the thin coverlet, you push yourself up on your bed, supporting yourself on your elbows as you force your eyes to focus on the gray-dark light touching the ocean. It’s still so dark. A cool mist hangs in the air. The smell of seaspray clings tightly to your senses. Working up your alertness, you slip your bare feet over the creaking floors of the cabin and softly slip towards the doors leading to the deck. The glass windows are slightly stained with ocean water and you mentally jot down a note to clean those when you return to shore.

Peering out onto the deck, you find a very beautiful, rare sight.

Vanessa. Her arms are folded, leaning against the handrails with her blonde hair outside of her usual ponytail. It’s gotten longer. It falls over her shoulders and down her back. Bangs fall into her eyes from what little of her face you see. A thick-knitted cardigan of cream warms her against the early morning chill. 

Just beyond her, nestled in the water with his head above the surface, is Eclipse. The leviathan hides his great size just below. His lithe four arms are the length of ships and his long, serpentine tail is dark and beautifully frilled.

His eyes don't shift you, his brilliant yellow colors set entirely on your dear friend, but a gentle pulse ripples through your heart. 

Hello, seashell.

You silently hide in the shadow of the cabin, unwilling to disturb this moment for Vanessa. She hardly ever wants to see Eclipse. He reminds her too much of the vicious mer who took hold of her and compelled her into his horrid bidding. 

She has nightmares of his song, but she didn’t last night. You would have heard her screams.

The softest sounds of Vanessa’s voice slip through the calm ocean air. You quietly hold your breath.

“I don’t know how they found you,” she says softly. Her hands nervously knit one over the other, wringing and twisting her fingers. She hardly lifts her eyes to look at Eclipse. He’s trying very hard, you realize, to make himself small and non-threatening for her.

He warbles a low sound, sending ripples across the settled ocean surface. The slightest twitch of her brow follows.

You lean closer against the door, your ear pricking towards her. Maybe you shouldn’t listen in. Vanessa might have told you much but she hasn’t told you everything. Now that she speaks to Eclipse, you can’t help but wonder if this might be therapeutic, a way to help undo some of the damage done by Glitch.

“There must be a difference between a mer meeting a human when the mer is small and when they’re grown.” Her head bows deeper. “Do mers grow up without a human and decide to sink their ships, just because they can?”

Eclipse shifts in the slightest, his brilliant arrangement of frills crowning his head in bright oranges and yellows sweeping in a soft, comforting gesture. His attention remains on her. A soft note slips from him. A soothing sound you so often hear when a terrible dread creeps over you and you feel the wet walls of Glitch’s stomach closing in around you again.

Her eyes still don’t stray from him. A confusing need to calm her sweeps through you. You stand silently, hugging your arms in the quiet dawn-gray light. 

“I don’t know why a bad one found me. Why did he choose me?” Vanessa’s voice wobbles wetly. You almost step closer, to lay a comforting hand on her shoulder, but Eclipse rumbles gently. The sound seems to wash over Vanessa like a wave of sea foam. Slowly, she reaches up and touches her face, smearing something wet while clearing her throat. 

A radiance of patience and compassion fills you. The distant echo falling from Eclipse brims you with a warmth like sunlight dappling a watery surface. You shift and squeeze your hands together. You so often admire your mer in his wonderful care for you. Now you witness it for Vanessa.

She swallows thickly. 

“I think about it sometimes,” she says so quietly you almost don’t catch her words. “If he hadn’t chosen me, I would be dead like the rest of them. He would have eaten me alive.”

A tide of rage flows into your heart, not your own, but Eclipses. A shudder overtakes you. Closing your eyes briefly, you clench your teeth and breathe deeply, focusing on the wooden frame of the cabin and the soft creaking sounds of your boat.

Glitch is dead. Eclipse ripped him apart.

“But he did choose me,” she says quietly, haunted. “I’m alive.”

A low warble leaves Eclipse. He bobs along the surface and catches her gaze.

On the smallest ray of sunlight filling the horizon, you watch a tear drop into the salt of the sea off of Vanessa’s face. Her fingers clench, twisting in her cardigan sleeves. A rattling breath leaves her.

“He terrifies me still,” she whispers to Eclipse. “I think he’s hiding in my dreams, waiting to come back.”

A soft rumble leaves the giant mer. Eclipse slips the smallest bit closer, sending small waves out from his movement and splashing quietly against the boat. He softly parts his lips, keeping his teeth well hidden while singing a gentle note. A confirmation.

You feel his memory as if it were your own hands. One reached down into the gullet of the leviathan to find you and pull you free, and the other two pried Glitch’s jaw wider and wider until muscle and sinew ripped and bones cracked. Until the water turned red with blood. And he held you safe in his hands, your tiny body sinking into the safety of his grasp.

He’s dead.

Vanessa lifts her eyes to him. Her bottom lip trembles.

He cannot hurt you anymore.

You breathe out softly and clutch your heart. You wish Vanessa could hear his voice.

“I know,” she says, as if she did. She hunches lower along the handrails. Even when you were at her side in the time she couldn’t sleep and feared a singing voice, she never looked so small. Perhaps you are too used to her watching over you. She looked out for you when you were younger, always taller and wiser. Now you see her for the fragile state she remains in. Your heart squeezes within you.

A gentle wave of warmth seeps over your shoulders. You breathe again.

“I had no control.” Vanessa squeezes her hands into fists until the skin over her knuckles stretches white. “He forced me to lead every single soul to their death. I was burning. Resisting him was agony like he was going to cleave my soul from my body. I could never tell him no.”

She drags the heel of her hand into her cheek, eyes squeezed shut. Eclipse stays quiet, waiting until she can breathe again. You furl and unfurl your fingers but force yourself to be as patient as Eclipse. He knows what he’s doing.

“His song still lives in my head. When it gets too quiet, I hear it again. I think he’s back.” She trembles where she stands. Her hair falls around her shoulders and you wish to sweep it back to see her face and tell her it’s alright. Glitch is gone. 

“When I was face to face with him,” she stops and bites her bottom lip. Another tear fell down her face, “I was nothing. He could have crushed me. He could have speared me with one of his claws. I could do nothing to stop him.”

A wretched sob leaves her. Horror rips from her teeth. The breath drags out of her throat and you start, your heart breaking in the echo of her sound. Tears threaten to swell within your own eyes. No. You have to be strong for her now.

She doesn’t deserve this. She is as innocent as the ones Glitch killed.

Water softly sloshes down below. Vanessa stills. Rising to the handrails, one of Eclipse’s hands holds steady. He reaches the back of one crooked finger for Vanessa but leaves distance between true contact. Vanessa steps back once. Slick brine falls away from his skin and back into the water, dripping from his claws. Eclipse holds her gaze, steady despite the slightly bobbing boat. 

Her body is rigid, taunt like a prey animal about to race from a predator. Low, coaxing sounds fall from Eclipse’s mouth as he keeps his head below. Vanessa has the choice. He will not force it but a will of simmering need to comfort one so afflicted by Glitch, just like you, heats his very heart.

You touch your chest softly. You’re here, too. It’s okay.

In silent awe, you watch Vanessa ball up her hands and step closer. As slow as the rising sun now sending sharp rays of light across the sea, she loosens her fist and slowly, cautiously, sets her hand on one of Eclipse’s knuckles. He softly hums and warbles in encouragement. Vanessa stares. She still shakes—you fear she might fall apart and dissolve into another panic attack—but she breathes. Her shoulders heave. Carefully, she looks Eclipse in the eye.

A great swirl of pride opens within you, shared equally by you and your mer. 

“You’re so big,” Vanessa mutters, far away, as if she can’t quite wrap her mind around it. Or perhaps, she’s thinking of another mer entirely. Her eyes fall below the water. “But you can be gentle.”

Yes.

Eclipse shifts his gaze to you for the briefest moment. Your smile tugs on the corner of your lips. He chirrs gently before Vanessa looks up, and holds the leviathan's gaze once more.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, “I tried to kill you when I found you with them. You were small then, even smaller than them.”

He grumbles and trills, his grin splitting across his features as if he were allowing the incident to pass like water under a bridge.

She weeps once, her back shaking. She bows low and holds tight to Eclipse’s fingers and releases what you imagine to be a great flood of anguish over what’s been done. What Glitch did to her.

A whirlpool of revolt and hatred begins. The seaspray of Eclipse’s fury towards Glitch is a storm threatening to swallow all that draws near its spinning mouth. You lean deeper against the cabin door frame and brace yourself.

Wild visions cut across your vision, filled with violence and righteous anger. A soul bond is sacred. To take a human is to share a mer’s very being with them. The dreams, the pain, the love of a mer, anchored to a little human soul. To defile such a bond, to use it for mayhem and death is unforgivable.

Eclipse’s tail flicks below. A few gurgles of water flip and Vanessa stiffens in the slightest, her eyes straying to the movement. You feel the cords of his being tightened into control. The refusal to startle Vanessa just as he closed the distance between them, and listened to her woes. His frills lower and his arms calm, holding carefully still once more.

He can be gentle.

It is wrong what Glitch did. It is unfathomable to your giant mer, and you love him more for it.

You recall asking him if he would ever do such a thing to you. You were almost washed away by his revolt and disgust for such a notion, and you were stunned. You realized your error in even asking. 

No, Eclipse could never do such a thing to you. You look at Vanessa. She didn’t deserve it.

It’s alright, you soothe inwardly, brushing against his own heart. She’s safe. No mer will ever hurt her again.

A great rumble of agreement joins your thoughts. Vanessa slowly takes her hand back and wipes the slickness sticking to her skin on her cardigan. 

“Thank you,” she says at last. Her voice is small and weak, almost crackling with emotion. “If it wasn't for you and them…”

She rubs a hand over her face, pressing down on her eyes as if to shove the alternative out of her very mind.

“I don’t want to think about it too much,” she concludes. Her hand lowers and she offers a rare, small smile to Eclipse. “Thank you. For being good to them.”

Eclipse yearns to tell her more, to flick his fins and tell her all that Glitch did is wrong, but he can only warble. Gratitude softly blossoms within you.

You’ll make sure to tell Vanessa for him.

Using the back of her hand, Vanessa wipes her face and smears tears over her cheeks until the new sunlight shines on her skin. It will dry soon enough. A deep breath echoes softly as she fills her lungs and lifts her face towards the sky streaked with the pale light of dawn. Relief, you think, paints her eyes a softer green.

Eclipse lowers his hand with a gentle gloop of water as it falls below the surface. He turns his attention fully to you. His stunning frills catch the yellow light and brighten it. His eyes glow gently as he holds your gaze. Vanessa slowly turns to find you standing there. Her shoulders push back. She exhales a rattling breath.

“Did Eclipse wake you?” she asks in a thick voice.

“No. I just heard your voice,” you offer gently. 

Stepping quietly, you cross the deck. Her smile is wet but real.

You open your arms for an embrace. She accepts, falling into you with her hands hooking around you tightly as if you were a lifesaver at sea. You gather her together and hold her tight.

Eclipse watches you both. His soft trills echo before Vanessa pulls away and wipes her face one last time.

“I’ll start some tea,” she says. 

“Okay, I’ll be there in a moment,” you nod. The tiny kitchenette in your cabin is nothing grand, but it will do well enough to get a pot of tea going.

You let her go, slowly leaning back against the handrails as she disappears inside the cabin with a quiet click of the door. 

A gentle purr from Eclipse follows, and you glance up at him with a soft joy filling you to the brim.

“Hey, big guy.” You smile.

Eclipse offers his hand, water rises until it surfaces with a slickness to his palm. Without hesitation, you accept, crawling onto the pads of his fingers and ignoring how your pajamas grow damp with his touch. 

He lifts you gently into the air. With a soft flick, he leans back and slips away from the rustbucket II but stays well within sight. You settle into his palm as if you were coming home. A pulsing warmth trickles between your ribs and into your heart. You hold his big, yellow eyes softly.

“Thank you,” you murmur. You reach out and stroke his thumb. “You were very kind to listen to Vanessa. I think it helps her a lot.”

Eclipse whistles a happy sound and you’re nearly bowled over by his sweet joy for being able to provide comfort to a human he is still getting to know. But below the harmonic chords of cheer, you feel a bitter tang. Upset at the thoughts of a terrible fate thrust upon a human. A bond crafted not to use for love, but for control.

You watch his lips pull back into a silent snarl. His teeth are powerful and large, shaped like shark incisors, but they do not scare you. 

“Hey, it’s okay,” you say softly. You shift to sit on your knees, waiting until he holds your gaze and loses the sharpness of his eyes. “It’s over now. You made sure of that.”

He killed Glitch. He told Vanessa just as much.

“You would never do such an awful thing,” you also press. You don’t need to tell Eclipse that, but you believe the mere thought grinds against his fins and scrapes his scales. 

You think back to the tiny mer you found on the beach with a hook stuck in his lip. He was so tiny, so afraid then. You were an unknown monster reaching for him, but then you set him free. Now here he is, holding you in the palm of his hand.

You smile and open your arms, a silent request.

He answers you without hesitation. Gently lifting you to his large face, he sets you against his cheek. His nuzzle is joined by a thick, vibrating purr and you laugh softly, pressing against his slick flesh. 

“See? It’s okay,” you tell him and stroke softly down the side of his face and brush a few of his swaying frills. “You take good care of me.”

And you take care of me.

You close your eyes and press just underneath the curve of his eye. 

“Yes,” you murmur.

A gush of warmth envelopes you far more than Eclipse’s hands. Slowly, he pulls you back and with a gentle lick of his tongue, swipes half your body in his fishy saliva.

“Eclipse,” you half laugh, half chastise.

Love you.

He trills and sings and lowers you back to his chest where he gently washes you with drips of salt water from his claws. You close your eyes—this must be what kittens feel like being washed by their mother’s tongue—until you are less fishy and more salty smelling.

He hums low and gentle, and as the sun rises higher and higher, you rest above Eclipse’s heart. The beautiful beat within is steady. You drift upon Eclipse until Vanessa’s voice calls out from your boat. Tea is ready.

[airybcby]

hello!! my top artist was xdinary heroes and my top song was walking to the moon! looking forward to see which bllk boy you match me with hehe

hii!!!

if your top artist was xdinary heroes and your top song was walking to the moon, i’d pair you with…

rin itoshi

જ⁀♡⊹｡° take your burden over there

♡ a/n — for my spotify wrapped event! - masterlist -

♡ content — rin itoshi x gn! reader, gn! reader, best friends, no feelings stated but can be interpreted in different ways, set before rin leaves for blue lock, randomly my second rin fic where they're on the roof

♡ synopsis — rin itoshi has always had a plan to leave behind everything to reach his older brother, even you.

The sky stretched above you like a painting you couldn’t fully understand, yet you couldn’t look away. It was a crisp evening, the last before the weight of the world would shift beneath your feet. You sat on the rooftop, legs dangling over the edge, feeling the cool night air ruffle your hair. The city lights below flickered like distant stars, but it was the empty space beside you that seemed most significant.

Rin sat next to you, his presence solid and still, though there was something about him that felt miles away. It was as though the boy beside you—your closest friend, the person you'd shared countless hours with—was already slipping through your fingers, fading with every passing second. You both knew what this night meant, even if neither of you spoke it aloud.

His eyes were fixed on the horizon, staring at the same stars that had guided you through your entire life. But tonight, they felt unreachable. You wanted to reach out, to say something—anything—but the words got lost somewhere between your chest and your mouth.

"I’m leaving," Rin finally said, voice low and strained. The words were a formality, like a line you’d heard a thousand times, but it still hit you in a way you hadn’t expected.

“I know.” You nodded, forcing a calmness into your voice, though your heart beat against your ribs like a drum. You didn’t want to ask, didn’t want to dig into the reasons. You knew what was coming. You knew it had to happen, but it didn’t make it any easier.

"You’re... you’re really going, huh?" The question hung in the air, almost as if you were trying to convince yourself more than him. You didn’t know why you asked—it felt like a waste of breath, but it was the only thing that made sense in the moment.

Rin's gaze shifted towards you, the barest hint of emotion flickering behind his stoic expression. "I have to. I can’t keep staying here, I have to be better...than sae." His words were sharp, but there was an underlying sadness to them, something he rarely let you see.

“You don’t have to do this alone, Rin.” You felt the pull to reach out, to offer him something more than just empty words, but the distance between you was growing. Your hand twitched at your side, but you stayed still, frozen in place.

His lips pressed together in a tight line, his jaw clenched as he looked away again. “I do. I’ve always been alone. If I want to be the best, that’s the price I have to pay.”

You watched him in silence, the weight of his words pressing on your chest. You had seen him push people away his whole life, but you never thought it would feel like this, never thought it would happen between the two of you.

“It doesn’t have to be that way,” you murmured, your voice barely louder than the rustling leaves in the wind. “I don’t want you to go like this.”

Rin turned his head slightly, just enough for his eyes to meet yours, but it wasn’t the same. There was a coldness in them now, something that wasn’t there before. "You wouldn’t understand." He looked away again, as if he couldn’t bear to face the truth.

“I understand more than you think,” you said, your heart aching. You were friends with Sae too before he left, you'd already been abandoned by one Itoshi brother. “But I also know... this isn’t the right way.”

You thought you may have died if Rin left you too.

For a moment, he was quiet, and you almost thought he hadn’t heard you. But then he finally spoke, his voice softer now, barely a whisper against the night.

"You say that, but you’re not the one who’s been carrying this weight. You’re not the one who has to be the best at all costs."

You wanted to argue, to tell him that it wasn’t about being the best, that there were things more important than success and pride, but you couldn’t find the words.

What could you say? He was already so far ahead, running down a path that you could only watch from the sidelines.

Rin stood up suddenly, so fast you were scared he'd tumble from your roof, his figure outlined against the fading light of the city. He didn’t look back as he took a step away, his hands in his pockets. “I’ll do whatever it takes. And if that means leaving everything behind... then that’s what I’ll do.”

You felt the finality of his words deep in your chest. You should have said something more, but the space between you felt so vast.

The boy who had been by your side for so long was slipping away, and all you could do was watch.

“You’ll never know if it’s worth it,” you said softly, more to yourself than to him.

But Rin didn’t hear you. He was already walking away, the sound of his footsteps echoing off your roof in the night, leaving you with nothing but the empty space beside you.

And as you sat there, staring up at the stars that now felt impossibly far away, you realized something you hadn’t wanted to admit.

No matter how much you wanted to be beside him, he was already out of your reach.

this was lowkey one of my favorites to write

i hope you liked it!

likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!

[ebongawk]

fun facts about every star in the sky that I didn't have time to include:

now that I've completed my st4 fix-it fic, every star in the sky (is taking aim) and it's been out for a while, I thought I'd go through a variety of small details I came up with through writing their journey that I either didn't have the time or the place to include in the original story.

(technically some spoilers below the line!!!)

from Eddie waking up on the 28th of February to Chrissy rushing her way into the Upside Down, the story takes place in its entirety over ten days. Eddie's hospital trip technically happens after midnight, dawning the eleventh day without the oppressive red thunderstorm hanging over their heads.

Prior to the accident, Fred's Vecna song would've been St. Elmo's Fire by John Parr. After the accident, he hadn't found another song that spoke to him in quite the same way, leaving him without the protection of a favorite song. Whether that would've mattered or made a difference is up for debate.

The uncle that taught Patrick archery was his dad's brother. He killed himself in 1982, which is when Pat's dad started getting significantly more violent.

Chrissy and Eddie's mom, Alice, share a birthday. February 26th.

In chapter 4, when Eddie gives Chrissy his phone number, he writes in on the back of a tampon receipt. I just thought it was funny.

On their first anniversary, which they decided is March 1st, Chrissy gifts Eddie with a stuffed elephant he dubs Sir Ears-A-Lot the Third. Sir Ears-A-Lot the First is in his mom's casket and the Second is the keychain that disappeared. It ends up becoming a staple, holding a place of honor in every home they live in after.

The first thing Eddie does once he has his cast off his book an appointment at a tattoo parlor. He gets the bats on his arm covered, replacing them instead with a large bouquet of black and pink dahlia flowers. Chrissy's favorite.

While Steve, Robin, and Argyle showed an interest in Kali (I mean who wouldn't), she actually only had eyes for one member of the Party.

Kali also takes off immediately after closing the gates with El, knowing she can't stay without risking getting caught, but she circles back a few months later. Part of the crowd when Eddie, Chrissy, Patrick, Nancy and Robin all graduate.

With Joyce going to find Hopper three-and-a-half weeks earlier than in the canon storyline, he wasn't on the verge of being sent off as Demogorgon fodder, so it was easier to break him out.

Patrick and Jason's friendship doesn't survive Battle of the Upside Down. Jason is far more upset about this than Patrick.

Andy entirely loses his ability to speak above a hoarse whisper as a result of his injuries, as well as some mobility. He is forced to retire from sports and, bitter and angry, refuses to go to college.

Coincidentally, Chrissy was accepted into the University of Massachusetts, Boston with a partial cheer scholarship, putting her only 15 minutes from Nancy at Emerson. They both scream when they realize, nearly blowing out Jonathan and Eddie's ear drums.

At some point while cleaning out a closet, Chrissy finds a box of framed photos tucked away. Each one of Alice, Wayne and Eddie all together in some capacity. She and Eddie pick one to put out on the coffee table, and Wayne cries (extremely manly, one-to-three tears) when he sees it. He admits that it was too hard to look at them before, and putting them away was his selfish need to keep her memory at arm's length. Eddie forgives him, of course. The next day, all of the other photos are out, too.

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★ When the Night Listens — Sonic/Shadow One Shot Fic

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Leaves and trees rustled under the strong force of wind passing by through every pathway in the forest, and just in front of it, left a blue blur of motion and a small flow of dust against the ground of now fallen leaves from the fast creature.

Sonic had chosen to run a bit through the outcasted forest near his little hut he called a home due to not being able to sleep.

Each stride sent a thrill coursing through him, the wind cutting against his quills like a familiar song. The crunch of leaves beneath his feet was a rhythm, syncing perfectly with his heartbeat. Running wasn’t just movement—it was freedom, a fleeting escape where the world blurred, and nothing else mattered.

Sonic’s mood began to lift, a small smile crept on his muzzle as his feet tapped faster against the ground, his speed growing by every physical contact made on the leafy dirt.

As the forest thinned, Sonic’s pace slowed. He could already picture the cliffside—the sprawling view of city lights glittering like fallen stars, the crisp night air carrying a quiet serenity. It was the perfect spot to let his thoughts untangle, even if only for a moment

Almost immediately, Sonic had found himself standing in the place he had exactly wanted to be. Though, what he imagined was only slightly different from the reality; a silhouette of a quilly hedgehog.

Shadow had been sitting on the edge of the cliff, his back completely turned to face the view forward, his field of vision the opposite of the blue blur.

Shadow’s silhouette cut a sharp figure against the night, his red-striped quills catching faint light from the city below. His posture was rigid, almost statuesque, yet there was an undeniable weight to it, as if the world rested heavily on his shoulders.

“Shadow? What.. What are you doin’ here, dude?” Sonic said with a grin and a small chuckle emitting from his mouth.

Shadow said nothing but turned his head over his shoulder, his eyes on being visible over his quills. Sonic’s smile almost immediately was wiped off from the glare Shadow had given him. But that was it. Shadow had turned around and continued his intent staring at the skyscrapers lining the night sky.

‘Yo... You good, Shads?’ Sonic asked, his usual bravado tempered by an edge of hesitation. His voice, normally light and teasing, softened, carrying a weight that mirrored the stillness of the night. That concern only grew more when Shadow hadn’t answered him. 

‘Chaos, is something really that terribly wrong?’, Sonic thought. He wanted to see Shadow’s face, maybe then he could see what was going on, read his face or whatever. But that definitely wasn’t what Shadow wanted. Just when Sonic was about to lift his red fabric covered foot up to walk closer, Shadow had interrupted him.

“Don’t.” Shadow warned sharply, his voice staying firm and quite intimidating.

Sonic obliged, his foot staying in the air just above the ground for a few seconds before setting it back down to its original stancing position. 

Then there was this moment of silence. The wind just hitting the multiple leaves consecutively created a somewhat calming chime, and a mix of the glistening lights of each glass window of the buildings below them just added a nice touch. It would’ve been enjoyed if it wasn’t for the somewhat tense moment between the two hedgehogs. 

“Can I come to you now? Did you… cool off?” Sonic asked as some form of retorted speech, but he still lined his words with some concern.

Shadow stayed silent, but his body shifted slightly to the left of the cliff, a space left empty to his right. Sonic smiled a little to himself before taking the cue. He had walked over to him with more confidence and stride when walking to the empty space next to the alien, crouching then sifting through each strand of grass in the small patch of area with his fingers before finally sitting down, a relaxed sigh escaped from his lungs, one the blue blur didn’t know he had held.

Sonic had his eyes laid on the action below the cliff; the city. A terrain of bustling lights and cars, the stars above them watching over the city, and the trees and skyscrapers lining the sky with a perfect point. “Breathtaking..” Sonic thought aloud.

“Mhm.” Shadow responded with only a hum, his eyes also focused on what the view had in store.

Sonic hadn’t directly looked at Shadow, but his peripheral vision viewed Shadow lifting his legs from the hanging position they were against the edge of the cliff and into some form of fetal position. His feet were basically propped flat against the grassy dirt with his knees high enough to reach his chin, and he held his legs closer with his arms, causing his upper body to be slightly tilted forwards. 

Both of them really didn’t say anything afterwards, just the sound of chiming leaves against the wind and the average sounds of a night lit city. This time, the sound of someone else’s breaths had accommodated these already existing sounds. It made everything else feel somewhat floating, but it was also grounding. It reminded the other that there was someone else with them this time. And it wasn’t just someone, to make it clear.

“Sonic..?” Shadow had uttered his first word after a while, calling Sonic but still keeping his eyes on the starry night.

“Yeah?” Sonic replied immediately, looking directly at Shadow with a curious glint in his eyes and a slightly upturned smile on his face.

“...How do you live?” Shadow asked vaguely.

“...” 

A silent exchange before Shadow continued, thinking he wasn’t clear enough.

“I mean… how do you mortals do it? Knowing that every moment could be your last, that one day you’ll fall asleep and never wake the next dawn. Doesn’t it weigh on you?” Shadow says, his expression blank and his voice as monotone as ever, being only just above a whisper.

“.. Hm..” Sonic thought for a quick second, his eyes still at Shadow’s direction, but trailing down to Shadow’s features. Going from his red striped quills to his weirdly black bitoned back spikes, then to his red tipped tail then to the ground.

“Well..” Sonic looked back up at Shadow’s eyes, starting his sentence.

“I live it exactly like how you said it.”

Sonic says, his eyes still on Shadow, making it feel like he’s the only thing he can look at this moment.

“Huh?” Shadow asks, an eyebrow raised framing his eyes, giving a funny look to his broody face. “What do you mean?”

Sonic chuckles and finally breaks eye contact with Shadow as he closes his eyes. But not too long after, his eyes face Shadow’s again. “I mean..”

Sonic thinks again for a moment, before opening his mouth again.

“I mean that I live life like every moment’s my last––because it might be.” Sonic stops to breathe before continuing. “Why waste time worrying about what’s behind or ahead when there’s so much happening right now? Life’s a race, Shadow, and you can’t win it if you’re stuck looking back." Sonic closes his sentence with a small smile, his view now at the night sky.

Shadow almost mesmerizingly stares at Sonic, his eyes just slightly widened from what had Sonic said. He definitely wasn’t expecting what Sonic had in store to be whatever the hell he said.

Shadow hadn’t really thought about ‘living life in the moment’-esqe philosophies. Due to his whole past, Shadow sort of wrapped himself around that, and just that. Not possibly living for the now. 

Besides, everything Shadow does or chooses is only because of how his past moved him, almost counting his steps to align with his moral code, given to him by his late sister.

As the silence stretched, Sonic leaned back on his palms, tilting his head toward the stars. 

“Just.. live, you know? Think about where you are now. Just live for yourself. You’d find yourself much happier, trust me.”

“...”

“You’d feel more free, you know?”

Sonic says, glancing at Shadow with a content smile.

Shadow stared ahead, his gaze fixed on the glittering cityscape below, but his mind was anything but steady. Sonic's words were simple, almost too simple, and yet they struck something within him. Live for the moment? How could someone with a past like his possibly let go so easily?

He thought of Maria—her laughter, her kindness, her hope. Every decision he made, every step he took, was in honor of her memory, bound by the weight of promises made long ago. Could he really cast that aside and live as Sonic did, untethered and free? ‘No… that kind of freedom isn’t for someone like me,’ he concluded, his fists clenching instinctively.

And yet, there was a quiet envy that crept in, uninvited. Watching Sonic so effortlessly embrace life stirred something Shadow couldn’t quite name—admiration, perhaps, or longing. For all his power, he had never felt truly free, never felt the lightness Sonic carried so easily. He hated the thought that he might want it, even as he knew it was something he could never have.

Shadow finally turns and looks at Sonic with an unreadable expression, his lips parted slowly, showing his teeth before quickly shutting his mouth closed. He looked into Sonic’s eyes and for the briefest of moments, Shadow didn’t see Sonic at all. Instead, he saw blonde hair framed by a blue headband, blue eyes filled with kindness that felt like a warm embrace. Maria’s smile flickered in his mind like an old photograph before vanishing, leaving only the reality of Sonic's gaze. It left him hollow and aching

Before Shadow could react, his head snapped to the side as if trying to escape the weight of Sonic’s words. He propped his chin on his folded arms, his body curling tighter around itself. His wide eyes betrayed a fleeting vulnerability before he forced them shut, as if the act could block out the echoes of memories stirred within him. Instead, his gaze dropped to his arm, fixating on each black strand of fur with an intensity that spoke of a mind desperate for distraction. The slight tremor in his breath, almost imperceptible, gave away what he refused to let show.

The silence stretched between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable—not entirely. The wind brushed through the hedgehogs' quills, carrying with it the faint rustle of the forest and the distant hum of city life below. Sonic leaned back on his hands, letting his legs dangle over the cliffside, his relaxed demeanor a stark contrast to the tension in Shadow’s frame.

“You know,” Sonic began, breaking the quiet but keeping his voice low, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the moment. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you just… sit like this before. Kinda nice, seeing you not scowling for once.” His tone was light, teasing, but there was a warmth behind it—a genuine appreciation for this rare glimpse of a quieter Shadow.

Shadow huffed, the barest hint of amusement flickering across his features. “You assume too much, hedgehog. I don’t spend every waking moment brooding.”

Sonic grinned, his emerald eyes glinting as he tilted his head toward Shadow. “Could’ve fooled me.”

Shadow turned his gaze away, but not before Sonic caught the faintest quirk of his lips. The wind picked up, and Sonic shivered slightly, wrapping his arms around his torso. Without a word, Shadow shifted, his body angled just enough to block the breeze from hitting Sonic directly.

Sonic blinked, momentarily surprised, then gave a soft chuckle. “Didn’t know you cared, Shads.”

“I don’t,” Shadow said quickly, but his tone lacked its usual edge, and he didn’t move away.

Sonic leaned forward again, his grin softening into something gentler. “Thanks, though.”

Shadow didn’t respond, but his posture relaxed ever so slightly, his arms resting more loosely around his knees. For a moment, their gazes met, green and red holding steady in the quiet night. The city lights below seemed to blur, the stars above flickering just a little brighter.

“Y’know,” Sonic said, breaking the eye contact but keeping his tone casual, “if you ever wanna talk about… stuff, I’m here. Not saying you need to or anything, just… putting it out there.”

Shadow didn’t answer right away. Instead, he looked back at the city, his expression unreadable. “I’ll think about it,” he said finally, his voice quieter, almost thoughtful.

Sonic nodded, satisfied. He leaned back again, letting the night air fill the space between them. And while no words were spoken after that, something unspoken settled in—a tentative understanding, a shared solitude that felt less lonely than before.

Sonic breathed in a little shallow, thinking that the slightest disturbance in his and Shadow’s silence could break the moment.

The weight under Sonic’s palms shifted slightly as his head moved towards Shadow’s direction. “You know, Shads, for someone who’s supposed to be all about ultimate power and independence, you sure seem like you carry a lot around.”

Shadow glanced at him from the corner of his eye but said nothing.

Sonic pressed on, his tone casual but his words more pointed. “I get it, though. Being the tough guy, keeping everything bottled up because, hey, no one else gets it, right?” He let out a soft chuckle, though there was a note of sincerity in it. “But, news flash, Shads—you’re not as alone as you think.”

Shadow’s brows furrowed slightly, but he didn’t interrupt.

Sonic shifted to sit cross-legged, turning his full attention to the alienated hedgehog. “I’m not saying you’ve gotta spill your guts or anything. But you don’t always have to handle everything solo. You’ve got me. And I’m pretty awesome at listening, if I do say so myself.” He grinned and winked, his usual cocky charm brightening the otherwise heavy conversation.

Shadow finally looked at him, his crimson eyes steady but conflicted. “And why, exactly, would you care?”

Sonic tilted his head, his expression softening just a touch. “Because…” Sonic thought for a moment, collecting his words. 

“Cus’ I think there’s more to you than all that..  All that ‘ultimate lifeform’ talk, you know?” Shadow’s ears perk up a tinge at Sonic’s statement, his action showing he wants to hear more without showing overt interest. He only slightly squints to understand what the blue blur has left to say.

Sonic inhales before continuing. “You’re not as scary or untouchable as you want everyone to think.” He smirked, leaning slightly closer. “And, honestly, you’re not half as annoying as I thought you were at first.”

Shadow blinked, taken aback by the unexpected sincerity. He opened his mouth to reply, but Sonic stood abruptly, brushing grass off his legs.

“Anyway,” Sonic said, stretching his arms above his head. “Just… think about it, okay? I’m not going anywhere, so whenever you feel like talking—or yelling, or whatever—I’ll be around.” He flashed a wide grin, the wind catching his quills as he prepared to leave.

For a moment, Shadow considered stopping him, saying something—anything—but the words caught in his throat. He only managed a small nod, barely noticeable in the dim light.

Sonic noticed, though, and his grin softened into something warmer, something almost reassuring. “Catch ya later, Shads,” he said, giving a quick salute before dashing off in a blur of blue and gold.

Shadow sat there, staring at the space where Sonic had been moments before. The quiet returned, the wind carrying the faint rustle of leaves and the distant hum of the city below.

He let out a slow breath, his gaze drifting back to the skyline. Sonic’s words lingered, echoing in his mind like the fading afterimage of his trail. “You’re not as alone as you think.”

Shadow closed his eyes, leaning his chin on his knees. He hated how those words stirred something unfamiliar in him—something warm, but also achingly distant, like a star that seemed close yet was light-years away.

And as the night deepened, Shadow remained, a quiet figure against the starlit backdrop, left to grapple with thoughts that were harder to outrun than even Sonic’s speed.

[xxnashiraxx]

With Stars to Fill My Dream (16) - I Could Show You Tonight

GUYS. IT'S FINALLY TIME!!! 🖤🖤 I will not yap too hard- I'll add an author's note at the end of the chapter in AO3, but I'm going to let the beautiful commission from dovah-vakarian on bsky (above and below) speak for itself!!! Absolutely NAILED the Twilight meadow vibes I was going for- so THANK YOU ❤❤ I've got some sweet little screenshots below too- thank you all for being here! This is a big one and I'm really excited for you all to read it ❤ Excerpt under the cut along with songs for this chapter!

SPECIAL THANKS: To @pinkberrytea and @verbenaa who both took time out of their busy lives to help beta read and vibe check this chapter!! I love them both so much- they've been the best, with such lovely advice, and I honestly don't know if I'd get this chapter out without them. Thank you both so so much 💕 If you haven't, check out their amazing fics- they're both excellent, talented, wonderful writers and amazing people 🫂

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Summary: As the tiefling party draws to a close, Ofelia finds herself drawn towards the vampire that's been avoiding her all day. Caught between the impulse to give in and the warning that not everything is as it seems, his charms win out and coax her to him. Wine-stained kisses, witty banter, tender touches, and deeply seated feelings leave Astarion dizzy as his plan unfolds before him- all he has to do is reach out and take what's his.

Pairing: Astarion x female!Durge

Warnings: 18+. Mentions of past abuse and trauma. Canon-typical violence and gore. Canon-typical romance scenes and smut. (tags updated in AO3)

Word Count: 8,367

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Song Recs:

“I’ve been waiting since the moment we met.” He dips to press his nose against where her jaw hinges to her skull and she almost faints at the rush of arousal that flashes through her when he growls in her ear. His mouth ghosts over her neck and a shiver runs down her spine as his cool breath fans out against her skin. “To have you… to taste you. No one else.” She bites down hard on her cheek to suppress a disappointed whimper when he pulls back, leaving her craving his lips with only inches between them.

“Astarion…” The words die on her tongue. Her sudden emotions are sobering, the high and anger she’d been floating on simmering into raw longing. God… she really is so tired of fighting. Tired of it all… She just wants to give in, reach out and kiss- so starved for touch that it’s almost debilitating… craving something, anything, anyone for so long.

Someone to love. Someone to care.

She blinks, eyes dropping to his lips as she feels her resolve crumble into nothing. His gaze mimics hers, drifting down to her mouth, their bodies swaying closer as she closes her eyes.

“Then taste me.” If it hurts later, then at least she can say she wasn’t a coward.

[more-than-tender-curiosity]

for those of you asking for the garden scene (tumblr's search function is off the shits) it's below the cut. remember, the Princeton draft is from 1924-25, and it came before Trimalchio. It's handwritten and I'm still. trying to transcribe it. while working a full time job and still providing fic. it's coming. i promise.

After that I watched for Gatsby, and found him several evenings later, coming across my own lawn. He had lost a little of his ruddy tan and his eyes were bright and tired. We sat down on a bench in the yard.

“Going away?” I asked.

“No, old man. Why do you ask me that?”

“I hear you fired all your servants.”

“I had to have somebody that could keep their mouths shut,” he replied after a minute. “These two towns are pretty close together.”

“Where’d you find these?” I inquired, a little startled by the romantic revelation.

“They’re some of Wolfshiem’s people.” He broke off. “Can you come to lunch at Daisy’s house next Saturday?”

“All right.”

We sat for a few minutes in silence. Then he asked me if he could tell me about something that was on his mind, something that had happened to him when he first knew Daisy several years ago.

“Will I bore you?” He looked up quickly. “For God’s sake tell me if it’ll bore you.”

“It won’t bore me.”

They had been walking together down the street one autumn night when the leaves were falling, and they came to a place where there were no trees and the sidewalk was white with moonlight. They stopped here and turned toward each other. Now it was a cool night with that mysterious excitement in it which comes at the two changes of the year and Gatsby became aware that everything was alive. The quiet lights in the houses were humming out into the darkness and there was a stir and a bustle among the stars. He took a step toward her, perceiving out of the corner of his eye that the blocks of the sidewalk formed a ladder and mounted to a roof garden above the trees where one could suck on the pap of life, gulp down the incomparable milk of wonder.

His heart beat faster and faster as Daisy’s white face came up to his own. He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the humming and the song. Then he kissed her. At his lips touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.

…He didn’t really say any of this. What he said was that she had been an “ideal” of his, and that he’d never have such ideals about things or girls anymore.

“Well, you have Daisy,” I said. “After all she ought to be a pretty satisfactory incarnation of anything.”

“She is,” he answered without conviction. “But it’s a little like loving a place where you’ve once been happy.”

“You don’t know what you want,” I told him impatiently. “You wait three years and then after three weeks you’re tired.”

“We all grow old,” I told him. “It seems to me you’ve come pretty close to getting all your desires.”

“I haven’t got anything,” he said simply. “I thought for a while I had a lot of things, my house—“ He looked up at it for an instant— “and things like that. But the truth is I’m empty and I guess people feel it. That must be why they keep on making up things about me, so I won’t be so empty. Why,— Daisy’s all I’ve got left of a world that was so wonderful that when I think of it I feel sick all over.” He looked around with wild regret. “Let me sing you a song—I want to sing you a song!”

He began to sing a song in a low unmusical baritone. The tune seemed to be a rough compendium of all the tunes of twenty years ago. It went about like this:

“We hear the tinkle of the gay guitars We see the shining Southern moon; Where the fire-flies flit And the June bugs sit Drones the cricket’s single tune. We hear the lapping of the wavelets Where the lonesome nightbirds sing And the soft warm breeze Tell the tall palm trees The Dreamy Song of Spring”

“I made it up when I was fourteen,” he said eagerly, “and the sound of it always makes me perfectly happy. But I don’t sing it often now because I’m afraid I’ll use it up.”

Through all he said, even through the doggerel of the song, I was reminded of something that I had heard somewhere a long time ago. For a moment a phrase tried to take shape in my mouth and my lips parted like a dumb man’s, as though there was more struggling upon them than a wisp of startled air. But they made no sound and what it was that I had almost remembered was incommunicable forever.

[wolves-and-stars]

FAMOUS WOLFSTAR AU FIC RECS

(A list of the the best famous AU fics, including youtube, musician/band, and acting)

1. Sex Pistols by ArtificialAorta (ffnet) 86k

MUSICIAN/BAND AU!

I love this fic, it was on my last list too, remus is the lead singer and gutarist for the punk rock band belladonna, and he meets the lead singer of the pop band maraders, sirius black, at a press tour.

The music the author mentions in the fic is so good, it really helps you get immeresed in the scene they mention the song for.

2. Stalking Sirius by remuslives23 (ao3) 36k

MUSICIAN SIRIUS BLACK

Journalist remus lupin finds out a secret about sirius black, the lead singer of the band marauders, and uses it as leverage to gain an interview with the ever mysterious and elusive singer.

3. Whatever Words I Say by orphan_account (ao3) 23k

MUSICIAN SIRIUS BLACK

Remus Lupin is hired by lily evans and her PR company to babysit sirius black, the lead singer of her husband's band, the marauders, after the latest media frenzy cause by Sirius' cavalier attitude. Remus realises maybe sirius doesn't act out because of any of the expected reasons.

4. Never Above You, Never Below by orphan_account (ao3) 5k

ACTOR SIRIUS BLACK

Sirius just wants to shop at tesco in peace when a young boy recongnises him and drags out his father, remus lupin. It would annoy sirius, except the guy is kind of cute. (Actor! Sirius, Single dad! Remus) starring baby teddy.

5. Addicted To The Magic by orphan_account (ao3) 14k

ACTOR SIRIUS BLACK

Remus runs into a stranger on the tube and gets swept up in a whirlwind romance, except he doesnt know what the starnger does or really anything about him. Maybe he'll find out at the party sirius' invites him to?

Side pairing of james and lily, but isn't boring like all the other ones, they actually have personalities other than being the boring hetero couple.

6. Forever Is a State of Mind by orphan_account (ao3) 25k

YOUTUBER AU!

Remus lupin is runs a dance youtube channel, where he posts choreographies with his son teddy. He's also deaf and people find it hard to understand how someone who can't hear music could love to dance so much, people like rita skeeter who hires snape as a terp for a new paper article she wants to write about him. Except sanpe is the kind of terp that only signs SLS, remus runs into james, CODA, who helps him out. He also happens to introduce him to sirius black his best mate who is a MUA youtuber, with a decent amount of followers.

With a side pairing of polyamorous james/lily/regulus raising harry together. (Y'all dont understand this fic made me jump in the jegulus train way back in 2016, and ive been patiently waiting for all of you to catch up)

7. real life has no appeal by orphan_account (ao3) 7k

YOUTUBER AU!

Sirius, james and peter have a channel where they break into places overnight, trying to escape getting caught. James starts dating lily, who happens to be remus' roomate. Remus has his own channel, less break-in, more artsy. Sirius happens to text remus. They happen to fall for each other.

8. Wizard beat by eprime

MUSICIAN REMUS LUPIN

Sirius black is remus lupins biggest fan, their new roomate john finds his passion for the singer very annoying. Sirius finds his new roomate annoying, or does he?

9. The Prom Date by xivz (ao3) 48k

MUSICIAN SIRIUS BLACK

Remus Lupin does something very out of character, he sends a promposal video to Sirius Black, the very famous singer/actor/model who hes had a crush on for wuite some time.

Siruius Black happes to accept his request. And is determined to break the rules of their contract by relentlessly pursuing him.

10. The tell-all end-all with Sirius Black by wolvesandstars 1.5k

MUSICIAN SIRIUS BLACK

This one is by me, sorry about the shameless plus, i really wanted the list to have 10 in them.

Give it a try, its about how the paps speculate about sirius blacks mystery boyfriend and all the conspiracies surrounding him and his ex-best friend and ex-roomate remus lupin.

[vernons-girl]

Coup you do a drabble based on the song I don’t Understand But I Love You? I don’t really mind who it’s with ❤️ take your time please. Do not feel like you have to do it right away!

i don't understand but i love you | yoon jeonghan

fluff,w.c:0.4k

a/n: hello my love! thank you for your kindness, i hope you'll like this! i didn't follow the typical route people use when basing a fic on this song but i hope you'll like it still🫶🏻

As the evening breeze swept in from the sea, carrying with it the faint scent of salt and seaweed, you and Jeonghan found yourselves drawn to a secluded spot on the beach. The waves crashed rhythmically against the shore, creating a soothing soundtrack to your shared moment.

You couldn't help but steal glances at Jeonghan, your heart swelling with affection every time your eyes met. You reached out and intertwined you fingers with his, relishing the comforting familiarity of his touch.

Jeonghan glanced at you, his eyes reflecting the warmth of the setting sun. "Do you remember the first time we met?" he asked softly, a nostalgic smile playing on his lips.

You nodded, a fond expression crossing your face. "How could I forget? It feels like a lifetime ago, yet somehow, it still feels like yesterday."

A playful grin tugged at the corners of Jeonghan's mouth as he recalled the memory. "You spilled your coffee all over me," he chuckled. "But even then, I knew there was something special about you."

You laughed, the sound mingling with the gentle lapping of the waves. "I guess it was fate," you mused, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from Jeonghan's face.

He leaned into your touch, his eyes softening with affection. "Yeah, it must have been," he murmured. "Because ever since that day, my life hasn't been the same," he started, "Ever since, being with you feels like being home" he remarked, voice soft but filled with sincerity.

You smiled, your eyes reflecting the same affection.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in shades of pink and orange, you found yourselves lost in each other's gaze. In that moment, surrounded by the beauty of the ocean and the warmth of your love, you knew that no language could ever fully capture the depth of what you felt for each other.

You broke the silence after a little while, "Do you ever feel like our love transcends language?" you whispered, your voice barely audible above the gentle lull of the waves.

Jeonghan's gaze softened, his eyes reflecting the depths of his emotions. "Every day," he confessed, his voice a gentle murmur. "Sometimes words feel inadequate to express what I feel for you, but in moments like these, when we're together, it's like the silence speaks volumes."

You nodded in agreement, a smile painted over your features.

In the quiet embrace of the evening, you leaned in to capture his lips in a tender kiss, savoring the sweetness of the moment as the stars began to twinkle overhead.

In that fleeting instant, as the world faded into the background and all that remained was the two of you, you knew with unwavering certainty that your love was a language all its own — a symphony of heartbeats and whispered promises that echoed across the sands of time, binding you together in an eternal embrace.

[procyonloser]

Adamsapple mini ~space~ au that maybe I'll adapt into an actual fic after I'm done with eve of Adam.

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Klaxons were blaring and the ship was painted in flashes of red and blue. His soldiers were running around like headless fucking chickens, trying to contain the fires and the leaks before they got out of hand, but bodies lay on the ground and they were drifting on no life support.

"Sir!?" His first officer screamed, holding her bleeding arm. Her eyes were wide in fear, fury, and a resolution that was quickly leaving him. But, they still shared a similar need for revenge.

They were outgunned. The traitors and outcasts had won, the scum of the fucking galaxy. Disgusting hybrids and freaks.

And the worst of all of them...

Adam stumbled to the front of his ship, stepping over the body of his navigator. He'd not live much longer, a piece of metal had gone straight through him in the last barrage. Lucifer's lead ship, the Morning Star, stayed locked onto them. He'd gotten a few good hits in on Charlie's ship, she'd not be able to warp out of here.

Adam stared out the window, and decided he had one song left in him.

"Attention, this is your fucking Captain speaking. Abandon ship. Get to your escape pods and get your asses back to Peter's Gate space station." Adam barked out, feeling a sharp pain digging through him with every word. Lute started to protest behind him, but he carried on. "I'm not leaving the ship, I wouldn't survive the trip anyway. Lute is your new acting Captain. Now - fucking go already!"

There was chaos as his soldiers realized all hope was lost and the fight was over for them. Lute had tears running down her face, but Adam just shook his head.

"I gave you an order. Get out of here unless you want to die too." Adam said, without looking back up at her. Instead, he focused on yanking the chuck of metal out of his stomach. His white and gold suit had been stained a deep red. The only spot of human blood on the ship.

"Sir-" Lute moved closer, but Adam just flopped down into what was left of the Captain's chair.

"I'm not going down without one last trick up my sleeve. Get out of here before I bleed out. I'm giving you one minute to get to warp." Adam finally met her gaze with a weary grin. She knew what it meant, and it took her a moment to find the courage to do what she knew she had to.

Leave.

By the time he saw her escape pod launch from the port, and eventually flash away in a beam of light, Adam's vision had grown hazy. His entire body felt cold from blood loss, or maybe it was just the systems of the ship failing in the depths of space.

Either way, he had enough in him to punch in the self destruct codes.

Hopefully, he'd damaged enough of their ships warp cores that one wouldn't be able to flee, maybe even Charlie's ship. He doubted Lucifer's ship was damaged enough, but he could always dream. That's about all he'd be doing soon.

Adam sighed and looked out the window, wondering what Lucifer was thinking right now. It didn't need to be like this, if he hadn't rebelled, hadn't fucked Lilith and made that revolting hybrid. Lucifer could have been King of more than just the trash of the Galaxy. Lucifer had been more than that to Adam, once upon a time.

"I'll see you in hell, Lucifer." Adam said to himself, closing his eyes, as the countdown neared zero.

But explosion followed, none that Adam remembered. Which meant, he thought, that he'd died beforehand. Or maybe the nuclear blast was enough so that he died instantly before his brain or body had the chance to catch up with the feeling.

So, then, why was he thinking?

Adam opened his eyes to a bright white light, which he remembered from ancient human history as the description of an afterlife, before they'd mostly given up on religions. Two pairs of eyes seemed to appear above him, floating there in the brightness.

"God?" Adam mumbled in confusion.

"No, but you can call me that if you'd like, sweetheart." Lucifer said mockingly, and Adam's vision became more clear. "I saved your sorry ass before your ship went kablooey. You're now a prison of my Kingdom and my ring of coalition planets, Adam. We'll be seeing a lot of each other from now on. How's mercy taste?" Lucifer's grin was sharp, pointed, predatory.

Adam remembered that ancient humans used to have another name for the devil.

Maybe he was in hell.

[siravalondulac]

sapphire steel | chapter one - a visitor

j. snow x fem!oc

summary: one night, a strange woman shows up in jon's chambers

tags: smut (f/m, rough sex, oral (m receiving), p in v), dubious consent, canon divergence - rhaegar won the trident

word count: 2499

author's note: in this au, rhaegar won the battle of the trident and became king. lyanna still died, and rhaegar mostly abandoned jon because he wanted a visenya, but still made him live in king's landing. cersei died birthing a daughter no one knows the father of. aegon, rhaenys, and elia are alive and in the red keep.

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The cold night air stung against his skin and the alcohol burned his throat. Every new gust of wind moved his robe this way and that, exposing his bare chest to the snowflakes falling onto his balcony.

Jon wished it would kill him. But his father always said he was the blood of the dragon - he would not die from the cold.

He wished it would kill him, too. His father, King Rhaegar Targaryen, banisher of the attempted usurper, who had caused a rebellion only to crush it later on. It had been him who had cursed Jon to this wretched life, the black dragon of his otherwise perfect court.

If only he were allowed to leave.

He took another swig of his bottle.

Such had become his routine. During the day he would get reminded of his doomed bastard blood that had almost brought the realm to ruin, and during the night he would attempt to drown the stares of the courtiers in alcohol and whores.

A knock sounded on the door.

He groaned and threw his head against the stone he was leaning against, yet stayed conscious.

Another knock.

Perhaps the time had come for him to jump off his balcony and take a burden off his father's shoulder.

A third knock, then the door opened and someone stepped inside.

“Go away!”

He was not in the mood for a lecture from his father, or pity tears from his brother, or sorrowful looks from his sister.

Whoever had entered his room made no sound, did not try to talk to him. Perhaps a new tactic by his father? He looked around the stone pillar, ready to curse him out, yet no word left his mouth as he beheld the figure.

A woman. With blonde hair. Dressed in red.

He wanted to laugh. Another attempt by his father to keep him off the Street of Silk and not tarnish the reputation of his House further. This must be the, what? Tenth, eleventh noble woman to be sent his way to hopefully become his lover.

He had made a game out of it a while ago. How much could these women endure before breaking? His father never learned, he kept sending them.

What did it matter? He could use a good fuck, and at least now he did not have to walk through the freezing city to find a brothel.

Slowly, he rose to his feet and entered his room.

The woman stood unmoving beside the only lit candle, allowing him to get a proper look at her.

Her curly hair was more golden than mere blonde, spilling freely over her shoulders and down to her waist. The lines of her face were sharp, her cheekbones high and her jawline well-defined. She had pale, unmarred skin, with nary a blemish or inconsistency in sight. The deep red dress was a simple thing, yet off-the-shoulder and with a low neckline, clinging to her body.

He emptied the bottle, then smashed it to the ground.

If he had startled her, she did not show.

Carefully, like a wolf stalking its prey, he stepped towards her. She did not look at him, instead staring ahead into the endless distance. He raised a hand to let it hover over her arm, then traced the fabric. Still no reaction.

He started circling her. “Did my father send you?”

“Yes, my prince.”

Her voice was deeper than he thought, not quite fitting to a face like hers.

His hand glid through the soft curls falling down her back. “And do you know why?”

“Yes, my prince.”

“Say it.”

“I am to serve you in whatever way you choose.”

How cute. Dancing around the subject, not being able to say the filthy words his father had instructed her with. Likely one of those pious maidens who prayed to the gods every waking moment.

“What is your name?”

“Cerelle Hill, my prince.”

A bastard for a bastard, how fitting. Certainly, he carried the Targaryen name, yet not even the king's word could wash out this kind of shame.

He squinted as a wave of pain hit his head. The alcohol clearly did not work as intended anymore.

“And whose are you, Cerelle?” He drawled her name. “Perhaps the great Tywin Lannister’s?”

She did not even flinch when his hand grabbed her ass.

“His granddaughter.”

Faintly, he remembered tales of Cersei Lannister, and how she had died birthing a child no one had been able to catch sight of. Yet the haze on his mind made recalling such information difficult.

He stepped in front of her again, her gaze still directed on something far beyond him.

“Look at me.”

Her eyes snapped towards him. Their blue was bright yet cold as ice, almost seeming to glow in the dim light of his chamber. No fear laid in them. No emotion at all, if he thought about it.

“Usually my women show more enthusiasm.”

“If my prince requires me to act differently he need only say so.”

Did she mean to challenge him? Perhaps as the granddaughter of the ruthless Tywin Lannister she had caught a lesson or two. Bastard or not.

He continued his slow path around her unmoving figure, and her eyes followed him until he stood behind her.

Carelessly pushing her hair to the side he pulled at the laces of her dress, and after four, five tugs let the fabric fall freely to the ground.

She wore neither shift nor underclothes. Distantly, he wondered if that had been an instruction or her own intuition. She was thin, little flesh clinging to her bones, yet the curves of her ass and hips were enough to provide a proper hold should he grab them later on.

He let his fingers glide across her bare skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake as he stepped to her front again.

Her breasts were small yet firm, the nipples rosy and perky due to the cold wafting through the open balcony door. He let his thumb glide over one of them and then pulled, yet found no reaction in her face again.

“Are you a maiden?”

“Yes, my prince.”

Perhaps he should think of something special for her, a grander way to deflower her than what he had planned, yet found no solution through the fog settling on his mind.

The normal procedure, then.

“On your knees.”

She followed his command without question while he started unlacing his pants. Whatever this conversation had been had not aroused him in the slightest - despite the beautiful body before him - so it took a few hard tugs of his fist to make his cock stand at attention.

Cerelle watched his movements. Nothing more, just watched.

He held the head to her lips.

“Suck.”

She opened her mouth slowly, tongue peeking out, and took only the very tip inside her. Then she let it pop out.

Jon should have been annoyed at her languid pace, yet could not help his curiosity as he watched the careful movements, how she explored his dick as if it were a sharp weapon, ready to cut her at a moment's notice. She let her tongue trace his underside, applying ever so much pressure on its veins, garnering low hisses and whines from him. Then she closed her lips around his length again and he audibly groaned at the warmth. She moved back and forth slowly, every time bringing more of his cock into her mouth, the spit glistening in the light of the candle.

He was fully hard now, all the blood of his body moving towards his dick and making his legs quiver. His length throbbed, red and swollen, and he knew this had to end.

He had a reputation to defend, after all.

Her hair was soft under his fingers as he grabbed it, pulling shortly to try to make her gasp, and then slammed himself into her mouth. She gagged, her first real reaction that night.

Fucking finally.

He set a brutal pace, tightening his hold on her hair to keep her steady as he snapped his hips forward again and again, burying his dick further every time it entered her wet, hot mouth.

She had submitted to him almost instantly, opening herself up as far as possible, and then taking whatever he gave her. Tears flowed out of her eyes, mixing with the spit spilling from her mouth, but her body had no other reaction to him.

He was not remotely as quiet, moaning, cursing, grunting with every thrust, gasping whenever even the smallest part of his cock entered her tight throat. It had been too long since he had gotten his dick wet (three days) and his inexperience showed.

Too soon did he near his release, the ache in his cock almost unbearable, and he wanted nothing more than to slam himself deep, deep into Cerelle's throat and force her to swallow all of him, or even to paint her beautiful face with his spent.

Yet she was a maiden, and as such he needed to save himself for her cunt.

He quickly ripped her head back, her little gasp like music to his ears as he gripped the base of his dick tightly to prevent his release. The cold still seeping in through the open balcony door burned his cock, yet if he was uncomfortable she had to be as well.

Panting audibly, his bare chest raising and falling rapidly, he tilted Cerelle's head back.

Her open lips were red and swollen, her cheeks pink and wet with her spit and tears, yet her eyes still stared up at him. That terrifying blue, dangerous as a glacier, signaling his doom if he wasn't careful.

“On the bed.”

How she still displayed such poise after kneeling on the floor and having her poor little throat abused he did not understand, yet her walk to his bed looked close to normal. He almost fell over simply standing and watching her.

Let's see how you'll behave when I'm done with you.

He quickly discarded his robe and pants, and stumbled after her.

“On all fours.”

Her form was impeccable - straight back, head lowered, hands and knees planted firmly on the mattress. He kneeled behind her and let his hands trace the shape of her buttocks, before bringing his hand down hard on her pale skin. He slapped her again and again, until the marks had turned from pink to bright red.

The impact - echoing loudly in the otherwise quiet room - moved her body forward, yet had no more effect on her.

He lowered his hand and started rubbing quick circles on her pearl, attempting to make her at least a little wet before entering her to make it more comfortable for him.

Grabbing her hips so tightly he knew it would leave marks, he lined up his cock with her hole, and slammed his entire length inside in one thrust.

Perhaps she had cried out. He didn't know, for the feel of a warm cunt finally around his length again, especially after having to endure the freezing cold in his room, punched such a loud moan from his throat he was sure the entire castle heard.

He stayed like that, up to the hilt within her walls, dick throbbing painfully, until he was certain he had soaked up the moment completely. Then he slowly pulled out until only the tip remained inside her.

A few drops of blood were smeared on his dick, confirming her assertion that she was a maiden. Had been. He had broken her in officially now.

His grip tightened even more, fingers burying into her skin, wishing to leave permanent marks.

Without hesitating a moment more, he started violently and brutally thrusting into her, never slowing down, never stopping, never giving either of them a second's reprieve.

At some point, a gust of wind extinguished the candle, cloaking the room in darkness. He didn't care. The squelch of his cock hammering into her cunt and the feel of her tight, wet walls squeezing down on him was all he could ever need.

She held him so exquisitely, pulsating around his throbbing dick, grabbing his length so tightly he had half a mind to stop and stay still inside of her the entire night.

Cerelle never collapsed to the bed as her predecessors had always done at this point in the night. She remained hard and steadfast as ice. No sounds spilled from her mouth either, none of the whines, moans, grunts, and curses spat from his own lips.

Too soon did he near his release again. He didn't know whether to fault the alcohol, the previous stunt with Cerelle's throat, his prolonged abstinence from sex, or the cold. Or perhaps the feel of a maiden cunt around his cock.

He sped up his thrusts one final time, his hips slapping against her ass, his dick reaching deeper inside her than before.

Close, he was so close.

Jon leaned forward, planting his hands on the mattress beside hers, and bit down hard on her neck as he came.

His spent coated her inner walls as the metallic taste of blood filled his mouth, his teeth buried deep in her skin and ensuring he left a visible mark on her. No one would see his cum dripping down her legs, nor that she was no longer a maiden, but this she could not hide.

He stayed like that, bodies pressed tightly together, skin against skin, her walls tight around his cock. A small part of him wanted to continue right away, fuck her through the night and into the day until she wouldn't be able to walk for a week.

Slowly, savouring every inch of her beautiful cunt, he started pulling out. The cold grabbed ahold of him almost immediately, and he only barely avoided burying himself inside her heat again. He could tie her to him and ensure his cock would never be cold or dry again.

His dick freed himself from her hole with a plop, and he fell down on the bed beside her.

Now he wished the candle was still burning, longing to see her face - had she cried, did she look at him with hatred or awe, how red were her cheeks? Or did she wear her neutral expression again, one that not even such violent sex could punch off her?

The mattress moved, then he heard her slowly walk across the stone floor. Some shuffling.

He pulled a blanket over his body, curling up on his side.

“Tomorrow. Same time.”

He would have snow in his room when he awoke, yet he didn't care.

“Yes, my prince.”

Light fell through the small gap created by the open door, yet she was gone before he caught a proper look at her.

He pulled up another blanket from the end of the bed, and fell unconscious almost immediately after, the alcohol lulling him into a restless sleep.

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author's note: i don't know when i'll be able to update this fic as i'm currently a bit busy with uni.

in the meantime you could read the fic this au is based on -> meet me in the dark, kiss me in the moonlight

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[sugoi-writes]

A Morningstar - Angel!Lucifer (Samael) x GN! Reader

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A/N- Some of my fluffiest works are written at 3AM when I'm at my lowest, YKNOW? So keep in mind this is loose, dialogue heavy, and just... Fluffy? Feel good, with bits of angst as well. This glosses over/ignores the canon, Lilith/Eve/Adam, I just... High key Angel Luci is so precious and just wanna treasure this mess of an Angel. This is just indulgent fluff dhdbdbs

(If you want to feel the sense of longing that Angel!Luci feels in this fic, listen to Wildflower by Billie Eilish-- it's SO heart wrenching to me, and perfectly captures the way Lucifer struggles with his feels-- Feels like it's a GOOD Canon!Luci song, too!) Dhdjdjsj ENJOY ❤️

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You glanced over your shoulder when you heard the rustling in the bushes, hands pausing mid preening,"...Samael?"

The angel from on high peeked from his hiding spot sheepishly, smile wide and betraying his mischievous mood," Did I scare you~?"

You laughed, soft and warm like the autumn breeze, shaking your head," No, I'm afraid not. But, I can pretend if you'd like~"

The angel's cheeks glowed with a golden hue as you laughed again, lips jutting out in a dramatic pout," Where's the fun in that?"

You pat the ground next to you, chuckling," C'mon now, Sammy. You know I'm just kidding~"

Like an animal offered fresh food, Samael flew to your side eagerly. His robes danced, billowing like a ball gown as he lowered himself to the ground, hands splayed in the grass beside you," I know~ Just like I know I'll get you... Someday~"

The two of you laughed as he began tickling you, heads thrown back from the strife. In all of your play fighting, Samael had always known your weak spots, exploiting them as you cackle uncontrollably. You find yourself falling backward until you land on the ground, patting Sam's leg to tap out. Ever the good sport, the angel lets you breathe, watching as your eyes flit to the stars above you.

Sam wasn't far behind you, allowing himself to fall in a similar fashion at your side. His head came so close to yours that his halo bathed your hair in a golden light, as if allowing you to borrow it. He turns his head towards you after a moment, smiling all the same during your brief silence," Hey-- Lift your head for a moment!"

You look back to him, brows raised questioningly. When he rolls his eyes and reassures," It'll be nice, I promise", you can't help but oblige. When you finally tilt your head up and off the ground, you startle when you feel the rustling from below. When you look, you could see one of Samael's many wings, waiting expectantly for you to lay back down. Once you do, you relax fully, eyes fluttering at how soft his feathers were. You were cushioned all around, between the wings and the tall, bright clover grass that you laid on, you felt at peace. You returned to looking at the stars above you, smiling blissfully.

"They're truly beautiful, you know. The stars, that is...," you sigh, absolutely enraptured with the sight. Sam hums beside you, nodding in agreement.

"They are... Could you imagine how long that would've taken for someone else? Each star, handcrafted and made to look more dazzling than the next... But they're like you... They don't live forever." Samael's expression fell for a moment, before that trademark smile returned," B-But that's okay! Lots of beautiful things don't last forever... And, if it were up to me... I'd want to be a star too."

"Really?" You ask, turning to look over at your angelic friend," A star? I honestly thought you would've said like... A bunny... Maybe a duck? I know they're your favorite..."

Sam snorts childishly as he's caught red-handed," It's true, it's true... Ducks are... well, adorable! Irrationally so. But... I don't know. There's just something so... Breathtaking about stars. How they hang so high in the sky, lighting the way... Shining, dazzling, and spreading joy... That's what I want to do. I want to spread joy. Make people smile..."

"You've made me smile plenty already~" you coo, making Samael laugh dreamily.

"True, true... But if I could do that all day, everyday... I would become a star in a heartbeat."

Samael reaches a hand towards the Heavens, smile wide and full of wonder," And, if anything were to ever happen to me? I'd just-- poof!"

"Poof?" You question, eyebrows wide with worry.

"Well, yeah! When stars die, they... Explode? Most of the time, anyway. They make these startling, beautiful colors and displays; like a final act, y'know? A big BANG!!! If I were to die... I'd like it to be like that, y'know?"

You sit up, scooting closer until you're snuggled against him, laying your head on the angel's chest. You feel him stiffen below you, breath shallow as you lay a hand just above where his heart should be. He was warm, impossibly so... radiating a heat that was as intense as it was comforting. You ran your fingers over his well-woven, pristine robes, eyes heavy as you mull over his words.

"I don't like thinking about you dying, Samael..." You say after a while, worry dripping from your voice," It... frightens me. To think something could to happen to you."

You feel shuffling beside you, until your body is enveloped by large, gentle wings, bringing you impossibly closer. He didn't let you lament against him for very long.

"Well, it's great thing I can't die... You know? I never will. Because God, well... He made us this way. And-- even though you can--"

"Will--" you corrected, smile faulting.

"Even so-- I'll be there when you do. And I'll be sure to scoop you up; nice and safe in my arms. Straight to the pearly gates!!!."

You look up to him, eyes serene and sentimental," You promise, Sam? You'll take care of me when I do?"

The golden-blooded angel can't help but look away, your natural beauty far too much for his fragile, foolish heart. A shy pinky finger is offered to you, which you take tendering in turn.

"O-Of course! Who better than me? I've carried you before, and I will again! Someday... But not too soon, I hope."

You laugh as the thought crosses your mind, your fit dying down into a content hum as you let the fuzzy, warm feeling fester.

" I wish I were a star, too...," you remark, hoping to change the subject back to the sky above you," They're so beautiful...," you finish dreamily, staring up at the wide, star-clustered sky.

"Hah-- Why would you want to be less beautiful than you are now?"

You blink, mind going blank as his words wash over you," Wh-What was that?"

"I-I mean-- uhh--" Sam stiffens again, laughing awkwardly as he looks away from you," I mean-- God made you in his own image, right? You know, humans are... Special. Because even with as many stars in the sky, each one of you-- all of you-- will be so different. So beautiful, in your own ways. Ways that angels can't be; will NEVER be. I just... don't understand how you would seek to be something less beautiful than you are now. You're... You have been--," Samael struggles, mind crossing with visions of the past, present, and possible future.

"You will be-- a-are... One of the most beautiful humans I've seen, to boot... So... That answer just surprises me, that's all..."

You sit up in that moment, looking to Samael with wide, curious eyes," You... Think I'm beautiful, Sam? More beautiful than a star?"

The angel, still stammering and flustered, can't help but nod," I... Is that... wrong? I-I don't know, I... Just always felt that way. Specifically about you, that is. God made you so... Perfect. I don't understand why you would want to change that. To be something so much more inferior to you…"

"But you-- you wanted to BE a star, Sam. Don't you think you're beautiful, too?" you ponder, leaning over him. Your hair framed his flustered face, making you feel much closer than you already were. The gold that festered in his cheeks made his hair look much paler in comparison.

"N-No! Well, not like you are-- uhh, humans are," Samael explained, the words feeling strange but true on his tongue.

" I... I don't view angels the same way I do stars. Nor like humans, we... we have finite purposes. Jobs assigned to us. We are to perform and do these things, serve the Lord, and a litany of other things... For forever. Meanwhile you-- you have free will! You will grow, live, experience things-- haha! There's sooo much you don't know, and yet: you'll still continue on. You get to live as you like. You'll get to choose what fulfills your life, and... It's just... it fascinates me. How different you can be. A life that is limited is much more enchanting and amazing than one that will never change or end. So, yes... If I were able to, I would become a star. Because at least then... I could be half as beautiful as you."

"And not a human...? You'd never wish to be a human?" You ask, soft as a whisper as the angel gazes up to you.

"N-No... No, I could never hope to be as beautiful as you. A-As uhh-- humans! So no, I'm-- I'd be content to be a star... Maybe one that lights the way, y'know?"

You feel your heart squeeze, almost fluttering with a feeling you've never experienced before. You feel... warm all over, head soft and unfocused as the first few beams of dawn begin to light up the sky. Just above your head, a cluster of morning stars blaze on, as if to create a crown just for you.

"Samael...?" You ask, smile chaste and honest as you stare down to the angel below you. Said angel feels his spine tingle, swallowing audibly,"Y-Y...yes? Yes, what is it?"

"Thank you. For sharing how you feel... And... For calling me beautiful. If it means all the same to you... I find you quite beautiful, too. Much more than a silly star in the sky~" You lean down, hesitating for a moment, before placing a kiss to the angel's pale cheeks. A flourish of color fills his face suddenly, mouth agape at the gesture. You hadn't realized how much more the words mattered when they came from you.

"I-I-I-- uhh-- Y-Yeah!!! Hahah, yeah, o-of course! Why-- ANYONE would agree! That you– YOU’RE beautiful, not me, haha! They-- they'd simply be lame, BLIND if they couldn't see your worth-- Y-Your beauty!"

You can't help but chuckle as you watch Sam unravel beneath you still, laying your head back down on his chest as you allow him to bristle and fidget below you. This gesture, to Sam's relief, spares him the butterflies he gets when he gazes into your eyes.

"Sam?"

"Y-Yes?"

"I mean it. Thank you. And... can we lay like this? Just a little longer?"

Samael's hands hesitate, but eventually wrap around you as you hum in approval," O-Of course... anything for you." After what felt like a few moments, Samael could hear the sounds of your breathing slow, heart beating just as leisurely as you drifted off into slumber. Sam didn't dare to move a muscle, watching as the stars melted away under the sun's intense gaze.

"...that's what I want to be... A star. A morning star,” Samael whispered to no one, eyes filled with a longing that has always been etched into his core.

Sam runs a hand hesitantly through your hair, sighing as he feels you nestle closer to him," ...a sign that the day is just beginning. A new start, a new cycle... Hope, joy… I want to be that. I want... I'd like to be that for someone. Heavens, I want something new... To be a part of something new."

Sam dares to look down to your sleeping form, feeling his chest tighten at the adorable sight before him. With one cheek smashed against his chest, you looked much like a small animal, getting cozy and comfortable before a long rest. He was oh-so tempted to touch your other cheek, to feel with his hands how soft they were…but he held himself back from such a tender, foreign gesture.

He exhales shakily, eyes falling closed," I wish... I could be a part of yours, y’know. More than I am now. I want to watch you shine…”

Samael can see visions of you dancing across his mind, visions of what you had to gain or lose by being his friend. And Heavens, even more, if he were so lucky. One vision appeared that always frightened him. Your visage distorted, with large, proud horns protruding from your head. The image made him shiver from the implications… Before his visions' hand reached for yours, kissing your demonic knuckles affectionately.

“...Because I know you'll be the brightest of them all."

[rogueddie]

Mermaid / Siren Steddie Fics

Important: READ THE TAGS! Also, leave a comment and kudos! These fics are amazing and I love them and I hope y'all do too 🐬

Shrike, My Lovely Shrike

Curse_of_Cain

Five times Eddie meets a siren in the water, and one time where he wakes up with one in his bed.

Words : 12,213 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Teen And Up Audiences

AO3 : x

Down by the Water

Pluttskutt

A powerful storm with mighty waves brought up trash from the fathoms below. It's the most powerful one they had in decades and locals have been warned not to go to the wrecked pier and beach until they can be certain it's safe. Eddie, however, has never been one to listen and takes his usual morning stroll along the beach, trash bag in hand to clean up what he can.

But when he pulls at a fishing line, it appears the storm brought up more than trash from the mysterious fathoms below.

Words : 2,514 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Teen And Up Audiences

AO3 : x

Siren Song and Captain Cry

rocknrollrebelwalnut

Up close the Captain has even more golden dottings of freckles and moles across his skin, with two large ones across his cheek, and another two on his neck. Only the gash across his cheek breaks them up, still weeping across his skin. His eyelashes stretch and curl, casting shadows across the rich hazel that stares right back at the Siren, his lips parted in a gentle smile.

"It's you," The Captain manages in a whisper, weakly reaching to push a lock of hair behind the Siren's flicking ears, the Siren still holding himself above the Captain. The man's smile grows wider as he notices the faint red across the Siren's cheeks, a breathy laugh ghosting the Siren's face before the Captain's eyelids grow heavy once again.

Words : 7,051 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Not Rated

AO3 : x

tired of all this candy on the dry land

margosfairyeye (Skittery)

Eddie sees a mermaid--sorry, merman--in one of the tanks at the aquarium and can't stop staring. Steve wants to know who the stalker guy watching him every day at work is.

Words : 5,203 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Teen And Up Audiences

AO3 : x

sweet siren of the lake

john1513

Eddie rescues a strange man from the Russians after discovering him unexpectedly while trapped an attempting to escape. However, there is more to this boy than meets the eye.

Words : 3,231 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Teen And Up Audiences

AO3 : x

Night Swim

Mocha_dragonart

Now, the last thing Steve had expected when he had gone to lovers late to swim was a large creature to brush by his leg. It was a freshwater lake in the middle of Indiana for fucks sake.

Words : 1,513 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Teen And Up Audiences

AO3 : x

I. antrostomus

buttered_toasty

Eddie doesn’t see shiny things often down here. He’s tuned to the strobe of bioluminescence and the twinkle of stars, but anything outside of cold silvers, blues, and greens is strange and eye-catching in its rarity.

Shiny things make Eddie stupid.

Words : 4,848 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : General Audiences

AO3 : x

[starrylothcat]

Quiet Love

Crosshair x Gender Neutral!Reader One-Shot

Summary: Crosshair pops the question 💍

Warnings: None? Feelings, some angst, sappiness. Softy soft Crosshair. Some kissy. Reader not described. AU Crosshair is on Pabu and wants to marry you. He deserves it. In the context of my fic a cycle = a year. 1200 words

Author’s Note: Idk I just have Crosshair feels. Song inspo when I was writing this: Eric’s Song by Vienna Teng 🫶

Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! Also we need happier Crosshair gifs 😭😂

Strange how I fit into you // There's a distance erased with the greatest of ease // Strange how you fit into me // A gentle warmth filling the deepest of needs

The sun was sinking below the horizon, scattering magnificent hues of purples, pinks, and reds over the ocean. A slight breeze carried the smell of salty air and distant rain. Puffy thunderheads were forming high in the atmosphere, promising tropical showers.

You and Crosshair were sitting quietly, watching the sun disappear as stars blinked into existence above.

You were good at this, embracing stillness, savoring one another’s quiet presence.

After so long being at war, living in a Galaxy that was torn apart and was still being pieced back together, quiet is now calm.

Quiet is peace.

Quiet is love.

Four cycles have passed since you first saw Crosshair on the island.

Four cycles of being drawn to one another by an invisible force, filling the holes in your hearts that you never thought would close. Finding solace in one another’s company, finding forgiveness where you thought there was none.

He was afraid at first, when he realized his feelings for you. Frightened if he let you get close, his darkness and fears would spread like a disease and corrupt you. He was a broken man, his past still weighing heavy on his soul, even after the forgiveness of his family.

Slowly, the gracious and patient light that radiated from you burned through his shadows and he let you in. You both tread carefully at first, but as time went on, and more of his walls came down, the more he let himself fall for you.

Your love was a quiet one, but it was strong. It didn’t need to be loud.

Whether it was his hand on the small of your back when you were in public, or having a cup of caf ready for you in the morning exactly how you liked. How he’d worship your body behind closed doors, confessing his desires and need for you, quiet admissions from his heart, trusting you with his most vulnerable self.

Crosshair felt at his pocket as you sat, you not noticing as you watched the sunset. A ring was hidden in his pocket, something that he’s had for some time.

You held his heart and entire being in your hands. He knew you didn’t need a ring from him to realize his devotion to you. He didn’t either.

But you were willing to accept and help heal the heavy burden that was his heart and his love.

It was all he could do to let you know that you were his forever.

If you said yes.

A dark part of him wondered if this was all a dream, too good to be true. How could someone want to be with him, after all that he’s done? He wasn’t the best with words, but he was trying. He hoped it was enough.

You felt Crosshair’s arm snake around your shoulder, pulling you closer into him. He usually saved acts of affection like this when you were truly alone, but the veranda you had found was tucked away. You wouldn’t be bothered any time soon.

You leaned your head on his shoulder, your shoulders pressed together, the sun slowly fading in the distance. You looked at him, giving him a soft smile.

“It’s beautiful.” You uttered, bringing your hand over his that was draped over your shoulder.

“Hm.” Crosshair grunted in agreement, glancing down at you, the dimming sunlight casting a warm glow over your skin. You brushed your lips against his, content in this moment. Crosshair accepted your kiss, deepening it by leaning more toward you.

His hand that was free secretly slipped down to his side to his pocket. You didn’t notice what he was doing, too lost in his kiss. Crosshair pulled away from you, knowing it was now or never. His arm left your shoulder, leaning away from you slightly. That’s when you noticed he was holding something out to you in his hand.

You stared, taking a moment to realize what he was holding. It was small and shiny. You focused your eyes and realized it was a ring.

You gawked, trying to process what he was offering to you, and why.

The gears turned in your head, your mouth opening and closing, at a loss for words.

Was he…was this?

“C-Crosshair?” You whispered, your voice shaking, looking between him and the ring. “What…what is this?”

He didn’t say anything as you continued to gaze at the ring, not wanting to misinterpret the gesture.

“I’m not getting down on one knee if that’s what you’re expecting.” He grumbled, shifting in his seated position, waiting for your answer.

Tears filled the sides of your eyes, his words solidifying exactly what he was asking you.

And he was doing it in the most Crosshair way possible.

“Crosshair, are you asking me to marry you?” Your voice was hoarse, your heart pounding in your chest.

Crosshair rolled his eyes, yet his expression was soft.

“Yes, why else would I be giving this to you?”

He held the ring out further, gesturing for you to take it.

You gently took the ring from his hands, turning it in your fingers.

Embedded in the band was a jewel in your favorite color, catching the light of the setting sun.

“How long have you…?”

“Are you saying yes or not?”

You looked at him, seeing him intensely waiting, his eyes locked on yours. Was there a hint of nervousness deep in his eyes?

You gripped the ring in your hand, knowing your answer without a second thought. You slung your arms around his neck, pulling him into a flaming kiss.

“Yes! Crosshair, yes!” You gasped against his lips as his moved just as passionately against yours. You could swear you felt a weight lift off his shoulders, his body relaxing.

Tears were streaming down your cheeks as you kissed, his arms wrapping around you. Begrudgingly, you pulled away after what seemed like hours, realizing you were still grasping the ring in your hand.

“I love you.” You whispered as your lips left his. He squeezed you tighter. “I know.” You released him from your embrace, looking at the ring again in your hand, and looking back at him. You couldn’t help the wide smile on your face, though tears were still wetting your cheeks.

“Don’t get sappy on me.” He whispered, bringing a hand to wipe the tears from your face.

You huffed, grinning. “You’re calling me sappy?”

Crosshair chuckled, a rare small smile gracing his face, his sharp features softening momentarily.

“Well, are you going to put it on me properly?” You asked. Crosshair’s smile turned signature sly smirk as he took the ring from you.

With a gentleness only he could show you, Crosshair took your hand, sliding the ring on your finger.

It fit perfectly.

“Does anyone know?” You wondered, admiring how it looked, happiness flooding your entire being.

“Wrecker knows. Which means everyone does since he can’t keep a secret.”

You laughed as you leaned against him, both of you looking back at the sky, the sun now almost completely set. You placed your newly ringed hand on his thigh, his own hand covering yours.

You continued to sit silently, the last rays of light fading beyond the horizon. Nothing more needed to be said.

Quiet is peace.

Quiet is love.

@wanderer-six @pb-jellybeans

[crappymixtape]

summer mix // blurb request party

L E F T O U R L O V E I N O U R S U M M E R S K I N 🎶 drive over me, BETWEEN FRIENDS

REQUESTS OPEN • 4 OF 5 TAKEN // the sky is glittering with stars and the moon hangs lazy over steve's pool, the heat of the day still lingering on your skin as you sit down and dip your feet in. you can see steve's figure slipping through the turquoise water, just under the surface, trunks hung low on his hips and muscles pulled taut as he swims over to you. when he surfaces, he shakes his hair of the pool water, the ends stuck messy across his forehead and a grin tugging at his lips, "you gonna get in or what?" ( PARTY UNDER THE CUT! )

MIXTAPE INSTRUCTIONS keep in mind, these are steve-only asks! choose an emoji option below and send me the emoji in an ask here along with what details you want on each option! in order to make sure i don't leave any asks hanging i'm going to close my requests after i receive 5 of them – requesters will be tagged in their post when the ask is filled! xoxo *NOTE: please make sure you check each of the items i'll need for your ask! they're outlined below each prompt :) and let me know if you have questions! ♥️

🌘 BECAUSE OF YOU -> this ask is centered around my because of you series where reader ( eddie’s bff ) and steve start out enemies, but unite for eddie and fight upside down scaries then end up dating – my favorite series to date! 📝 PLEASE INCLUDE YOUR CHOICES FOR THE BELOW IN YOUR ASK: 1. timeline – when does this take place? ( are they a. enemies, b. angsty in between, or c. post-series / dating? ) 2. location or setting ( examples: first date? at steve’s post-upside down fight? makin’ out and robin or eddie cockblocks? whatever you cook up is great! 🤣 ) 3. any other details you want included! 💬 CHOOSE A PROMPT -> this ask is centered around you choosing a prompt from the linked list and i'll write up a little blurb about you and stevie boy! 📝 PLEASE INCLUDE YOUR CHOICES FOR THE BELOW IN YOUR ASK: 1. your prompt # from the linked list above 2. desired trope / genre ( smut, fluff, angst, enemies or bffs -> lovers, etc, etc! ) 3. any other details you want included! 💿 HIT SHUFFLE -> when you choose this emoji you'll get a song recommendation from me along with a little fic blurb inspired by the song featuring you and stevie ;) 📝 PLEASE INCLUDE YOUR CHOICES FOR THE BELOW IN YOUR ASK: 1. desired trope / genre ( smut, fluff, angst, enemies or bffs -> lovers, etc, etc! ) 2. any other details you want included!

i can't wait to get after a few lil blurby requests while i'm working on my manuscript ( and of course my tangled au ) – y'all are just the best 😩 i love writing for you and getting to read all your reactions and reblogs and unhinged tags 🤩🤩 so get in there and submit an ask! ♥️ ilysm!

xoxo, kate

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