#it feels like shedding a skin and freeing yourself from the things that have caused you stress and grief

[acatpiestuff]

wanted to make a little mock post-battle thingy

me @ emmet after years of taking care of a whole battle facility by himself after ingo went missing, and then once ingo came back finally allowed himself to break down and then heal and not put so much stress on himself:

retire and go on vacation

[lskisms]

You asked for ghost requests?

I got an idea for Phantom cause from the clips I've seen. He's like a high-energy puppy.

Relaxing with his partner after a concert, and he's sleepy as he comes down from the high of performing or he still has unspent energy leftover. So two options: soft sleepy smexy times or doing it to release the rest of his energy. Feel free to choose either one.

can attest to the puppy energy !! he was all over the stage in austin and it was the cutest thing i’ve ever seen actually i was giggling at the barricade like a little schoolgirl

anyways bc phantom is SOOOO my baby why not both

sleepy and soft.

say he comes back to the hotel room and once he’s freshly showered, he’s got you in his arms, relaxed in bed and chatting about anything that comes to mind. the adrenaline, all that octane, has burned through him and smothered itself out, but still, he has this urgent need to feel you entirely. he kisses you soft and slow, pressing you back into the plush pillows. when he moves to kiss you neck, little fangs dragging lightning across your skin, you try to tell him he just showered, so he shouldn’t work up another sweat. he doesn’t listen to you, of course, just nips at the junction between your shoulder and neck, the soft skin pricking hotly, and whispers that he needs you.

and because you’ve always been weak to him, you let him shimmy you out of your pajamas and take you as he pleases. his hips roll against yours deliciously, agonizingly slow, but each press of his cock against that spot inside you that only he knows how to get to makes it worth it. his mouth is everywhere, muttering praises into your skin and swallowing up each noise of yours that dares to rise abovea soft moan. he makes sure you come first, as he always does, and his release follows just seconds after. his body eases into yours, skin against skin, breaths mingling between you. he refuses to pull out of you for quite sometime, but you don't complain (you never complain) because he fills you in ways undescribable, an otherworldly feeling of completion.

but he is thoroughly exhausted, sleepiness settling heavy into his very bones. he does get up eventually to clean you up and redress you, but each motion is slow-going, syrupy and languid and perfect. he takes you into his arms again the second he's back in bed, whispers of love confessions falling on deaf ears as you let the remnants of his warmth inside you lull you to sleep.

pent-up.

he doesn't bother to shed his clothes or shower first, doesn't even bother to kick off his shoes. the second he sees you in the hotel room, he's getting himself out of the offending mask and sealing you in a kiss that is all teeth and tongue and spit. it's a way you have him often, messy and fumbling, but that always drives the experience of letting him have you from perfect to life-altering.

he barely gets himself out of his boots, his pants, or even you out of your own clothes, soaked with the sweat of yourself and the people you'd been with in the pit that night, crushed against the barricade. he gets you on all fours on the bed and slips inside without much of a fight, his cock straining against the slick of your walls. the pace he sets is brutal and it has you keening loudly; you're certain you'll have a noise complaint before he's even halfway decided to be done using you tonight.

his hands press bruises into your skin, claws digging deep into the plush of everywhere he can reach. the bite of each pinprick has your eyes rolling into the back of your head, a delicious haze filling your head until all you can think of is his name and the earth-shattering way his hips drive into your ass. he pulls you up by the back of your neck, tongue sliding against the shell of your ear as he asks you who your body belongs to, who gets to use it as they please (it's yours, phantom. all yours, comes your reply, each syllable broken and stuttered). and when he's content with your answers, he pushes you down into the mattress, his hand pressing your back into a perfect arch just for him.

he overstimulates you, focused on nobody's pleasure, just on getting that livewire of energy out of himself. you're lucky he doesn't make you count how many times you come because you lose count after three. and when his rutting finally comes to an end, it's almost as agonizing to not have him inside of you as it is for him to keep fucking you. you're so limp and foggy that it makes him giggle hazily himself, proud to have been the progenitor of your undoing.

he'll do it again after the next concert too, he tells you, so don't worry your pretty little head. he knows how much you adore being brainless for him and it'd be awfully despicable of him to deny you that pleasure.

[muzansfangs]

Sweater weather.

Starring: Renji Abarai x f!reader; Aizen Sosuke, Gin Ichimaru, mention to Byakuya Kuchiki;

Format: one-shot;

Warnings: angst, slight nsfw, mention to fingering, fluff, minor injuries, mention to reader being chained, abusive language, bruises, psychological manipulation, threats, sleep deprived reader, recovering, mention to reader being kidnapped, friends to lovers, struggling with feelings;

Plot: the moment he found you chained to the wall, hooded eyes puffy for the tears you had shedded for days, he realized how badly he loved you. He would have never forgiven Aizen and Gin for what they had done to you. Back to your flat in the human world, you still had some trouble moving on. The post traumatic stress disorder you were experiencing was making it hard to even rest properly. He dropped his duties as a Liutenant for visiting you, for holding you in his arms. He would have made sure to warm up your broken heart once again.

Track: Sweater Weather — The Neighbourhood: “ 'Cause it's too cold for you here and now, so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater".

MASTERLIST FOR THE EVENT.

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The shackles restraining your wrists for days had left some visible marks over your skin. Along with those, there were some other bruises sprinkled in various parts of your body. They had mostly healed, by now.

Wounds and ecchymosis, at some point, all fade away.

There are some other injuries, though, hard to wash away. Your soul was still shaken, your heart ached, whenever you laid down and tried to rest. You had returned home safe and sound, but your mind was still stuck in Las Noches.

Every single time you closed your eyes, memories of what had happened pestered your mind.

Their voices, Gin's laughter in particular, still echoed into your mind. In your dreams, the horror you had experienced repeated itself. It was always the same: you stared at him like a small, helpless deer waiting for the hunter to shoot it to death, as he mocked you with his cool and mocking tone of voice. Struggling, wriggling away was useless. After attempting to do it the first time, Aizen had seraphically reminded you of how stupid that decision was and how detrimental to your health it could be as well.

"If I were you, I would not do it. You see, the metal cuffs might cut onto your skin. You do not want to shed any more blood to feed Gin's sadistic side, do you?" Aizen had whispered in your ear, before gently tapping with a tissue on your left wrist.

You were too busy trembling and staring at him in fear, your throat burning for the insults you had shouted at their faces at the top of your lungs, for noticing that you had indeed injured yourself. When Aizen showed you the once immaculate tissue, you saw some crimson stains on it.

You saw your blood.

Pulling on the chains had only caused you a physical damage. From that day on, you stopped tossing and turning. Your only weapon was your tongue. Slaps and kicks were what you received in return of the despicable words you reserved to them. But you were not going to give up on your voice because you were scared of some pain.

"Where's your Prince Charming? I thought he would have sealed the Oceans to free you. Maybe he forgot about you... Or a shark has swallowed him whole! Oh, you poor thing, don't sob like that! I can always try to cheer you up, though. You are so pretty, when you drown in your sorrow. So messed up and cute!" Gin taunted you, gripping your jaw roughly and forcing you to lock eyes with him.

You were glad your vision was blurry, as your tastebuds were met with the metallic and dreadful taste of your own blood. Your lips had cracked, your head aching, as you were still trying to recover from the harsh smack you he had just delivered to you.

But your agony did not last for too long. You never lost your hope and you were so upset you had fainted in his arms, as he ran down the corridors of that palace that resembled a maze just to save you. His familiar scent, his deep and hoarse voice lowered to reassure you that no one would have hurt you anymore. Looking back at it, perhaps, you had not fainted. Your body had probably just relaxed, comfortable in the strong and tattoed arms of someone who would have never hurt you.

Renji Abarai had gone mad, when you had vanished, kidnapped by the infamous Sexta Espada right before his eyes.

The anguish of not having you around to mess with him, the weird feeling of glancing at the desk of your empty bedroom, where you spent the majority of your time, and seeing your chair pushed against wooden edge, your silhouette not occupying the seat, were enough to shatter his heart. He had to find you, he had to have you back.

Weeks of pain. The days had passed by torturously, with every dusk the list of things he missed about you had expanded notably. You were always on his mind. He did not just missed your face, laughter, or jokes. He missed your soul, the way you drove him crazy with your stupid remarks and how you scolded him for being too reckless. He missed the cute, little things no one even noticed. You were not just his friend.

He loved you. He loved you so much he had broken into your cell alone, quick to bring you back to Urahara in search for help. As you were laying down on that futon, he had been by your side all the while. You were friends, though, right?

No, no, you were not friends. You had never been friends. A friend should have not felt that away about his partner in crime. Missing a friend could bring saddness and nostalgia and he knew that feeling.

When it came to you, though, it was not just that. Missing you felt like dying of starvation, breathing in air, but not oxygen. You were his whole damn world.

When he had heard you had physically recovered, but you were reduced to your shadow self, he had not even bothered making up an excuse to his stolid Captain. He dropped out of the Soul Society, his only goal seeing your face again and holding you close to his chest for real this time. He wanted you to feel loved, he needed you to look into his eyes, when he held you close to him.

You were sprawled over your sofa, only an oversized sweater covering your body. Another sleepless night, another day tormented by Gin's grin and Aizen's brown eyes. To anyone that asked you how you were doing, you always returned vague answers on how you were gradually recovering. It was true, indeed, but not the entire truth. Struggling to sleep because you kept on seeing your abusers's faces over and over again was draining.

When the door bell rang, you furrowed your brows. Who could it be now?

Aizen Sosuke. Gin Ichimaru. Panic.

You sat up straight, eyes rounded for a split second, before you squeezed them shut and took your head between your hands to calm down. They were not there, right? They were far away from you, they were in Hueco Mundo. Or so you thought. No, they had to be there. You were overthinking, it was not good. You were about to explode, when a deep and familiar voice pierced your ears and swept the ghosts haunting you away from your tormented mind.

"Y/N it's me. It's Renji".

A small and tired smile graced your lips, as you walked up to the front door, your eyes locking with the warm brown chocolate ones of your best friend, when you opened the door. He was there, he had come to visit you. You had no idea of how deeply you had missed him, until you broke down in tears and buried your face into his chest. His strong arms wrapped around your waist made the ice sheet enveloping your heart melt away.

Stumbling inside, Renji closed the door behind you two with a foot and rested his chin on top of your head.

"Stay. Please, stay" you feebly asked him, sniffing pathetically while you tried to wipe the tears off of your face with the back of your hand.

"You absolute idiot, of course I'm staying" he softly said, his calloused hands sliding down your back, to your waist and hooking underneath your thighs to pick you up. Thus prompted you to wrap your legs tightly around his hips, allowing the red-haired shinigami to have a firm grip on you.

The short-tempered Liutenant walked down the corridor and entered your bedroom, climbing onto the bed and gently laying you down on your back. You were so fragile in his arms, so small compared to him that you wished you could just vanish into his strong arms.

"How are you?" Renji finally asked you in a tone that did not accept replies or lies of any sort.

You did not want to make him worried more than he had already been and still was, but you did not have much of a choice. You had to answer him, you had to tell him the truth.

"Whenever I try to sleep, or a sudden noise startles me, it's like being back to Hueco Mundo. I still hear Gin's mocking laughter, or see Sosuke's sharp eyes penetrating my brain in search for my weaknesses" you whispered, closing your eyes as Renji's large hand cupped your cheek to provide you some kind of comfort.

Sometimes he wished you had not been involved with that story. He would have never wanted you to get hurt, to suffer.

Some strands of his long red hair fell over your face, tickling the tip of your nose and your chin. You could swear you had seen his jaw tense for a second, but then he relaxed and craddled you in his arms. He buried his face onto the crook of your neck, his hot breath making you feel safe like you had never felt before.

"It’s my fault. I should have brought you with me to the Soul Society” he then said, your eyebrows knitting questioningly at his statement.

“What? How—” you interjected, only for him to shake his head and press his forehead against yours. There was sorrow dusting his usually fiery eyes and it was enough for you to let go of whatever you were trying to say. Talking was not a good idea, overall.

And Renji knew it too.

It happened naturally, your lips pulling him in like a magnet, compelling him to taste you eagerly, to find relief and secure the acquittal of his guilty coscience in that kiss. He loved you, his joy depended on yours. And when he found no resistance in you, when he hovered over your frame carefully not to crash your body with his, when you allowed him to gently lead you towards a sensual and blissful climax with his fingers, he knew you felt it too.

Labored breath, sweaty body, in a daze and finally safe from the monsters under your bed, you lulled yourself into sleep with your head resting onto his firm chest. He would have never let you alone anymore.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! You have no idea for how long this have been laying in my drafts. I seriously need to finish up those fics for my event or I won’t be able to host a new one 😫

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this little scrap! As per usual, likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreciated!

Until next,

X O X O

TAGS: @electronicwitchcollection @kr0wu

[lunatic-pudge]

Hi, I was wondering if you could do a Platonic Tf2 crew x reader who struggles with S/H. I totally understand if you don't take my request but I think it could be good for others who see's these characters as comfort characters.

Many thanks

-Springy

Gotta be honest, I've been slacking with asks but I felt like I needed to make this one cause:

1.) I relate to it, especially since I've been going in a downward spiral recently

2.) I can use this as a chance to talk about the Mercs and their mental health as well. Not only have some of them had such terrible childhoods, but also killing your doppelganger and dying constantly in a neverending cylce has gotta be absolutely damaging to their mental health, especially the first time they respawned

So yeah, this is gonna have a huge TW on it. So please proceed with caution. If this is something you aren't comfortable with reading, please don't. Take care of yourself. <3

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Mercs and (Platonic) Reader who Struggles with Self Harm

Scout:

-Now with Scout, he'd try to be a comforting person, but it's gonna be hella awkward. 

-I full believe this poor thing has some self-esteem issues, so he'd very understanding in that aspect. But as for SH, that's where he's kinda lost. Why would his best friend wanna hurt themselves? Why do they feel the way they do about life and themselves when they're such a cool person who's put up with hum for so long?

-This would definitely be one of those times where he puts his ego away, removes the cocky facade, goes from Scout to Jeremy. A boy who grew up with no Father, bullied by his older brothers, and learned that the only way to get away from his problems is to run

-He may not be good at talking about his problems, or giving you advice, but he knows how to put a smile on your face. Scout would do everything in his power to make you smile and laugh.

-He would be wanting to spend more time together as a way to help you with SH. He views it as, "If I spend time with them and get their mind off everything, then they won't wanna hurt themselves" sort of thought. I had it but immediately forgot, I'm sorry :(

-But yeah, Scout's trying. He's not good with these thing but he would genuinely wanna help you. He knows life sucks and things aren't easy. But he wants the best for you and just wants you to be happy

Pyro:

-Now Pyro is interesting to me. I fully believe that they are one of the few Mercs who self-harms, but no one knows cause they never talk about it and are constantly wearing such thick and concealing clothes all the time, even in the worst of heatwaves. And even then, if they did show skin and showed some SH marks, no one would really be batting an eye, maybe Medic and Engie being the only exceptions

-So when you come to them for comfort, they would panic. They don't like that their friend is hurting themselves and they would be at a loss for words. The only thing they'd know what to do in the moment is give you a big hug, maybe even shed some tears with you

-After some time though, Py would open up about their own SH, they probably wouldn't be comfortable with showing their scars though. If you have any fresh injuries, they'd clean you up, being rather knowledgeable on first aid care

-They would let you vent out any and all frustrations. Trying to offer help when they can, even if some of it is concerning. Pyro knows better than any other Merc with what it's like to have such a deteriorating mental health, so they'd be very understanding of how you feel and such

-They'd probably wanna trying helping each other going SH-free. Words of encouragement, being there for each other when things get rough, setting milestones and giving gifts when those milestones are reach, etc.

-There would be some bumps in the road, but Py would be the most supportive friend ever. They want the best for you, no matter what. And maybe this is even the start of them being able to get the help they need and get better

Soldier:

-Now Solly is dense. He wouldn't grasp it at first. Like, you'd say it, he'd go "Huh?", and then as you're repeating yourself, it dawns on him what you said and he's immediately springing into action.

-He's definitely got some PTSD and paranoia. You've seen how he lives in the WAR comic, and in the main comic, you see how quick he is to snap necks, accuse people of being Commies, thinking that there's listening devices around, etc.

-So with him, I see him as someone who unintentionally suicidal?  I don't know if those are the words I'm looking for. Like, he believes that his whole purpose in life is to fight for his country and die on the battlefield. I don't think he could handle dying any other way. Solly's ready to give up his life for his country, at any cost, no matter what

-He's kinda like Scout in the sense that he isn't the best at comforting. He is very good at giving motivational speeches and trying to hype you up. Though, he might sound mad at you for self-harming, he isn't. Yeah, he's upset, but he's not mad

-He'd make you go to Medic to have any wounds taken care of. He'd be like a loyal dog and stay by your side, ready to fight Medic if he asks a question that might make you uncomfortable

-He would have you come to him any time you feel like you're gonna hurt yourself so he can help take care of you. He'll get you anything and everything you want, no matter what. He wants to make you feel comfortable and safe. Hell, he'd even kill for you if asked, even if you're just his friend

-If he can't be available for you, he'd ask Demo to go check on you. Demo wouldn't know why though, he just thinks that Soldier wants to make sure you're okay. But he does trust that Demo would keep you safe when he can't be there

Demoman:

-Gonna be honest with ya, Demo would probably cry if you told him that you SH. He would feel so horrible and wouldn't know what to do other than to hand you some alcohol and drink your woes away

-Demo had a rough childhood, I don't think he had ever been able to accept the fact his bio parents were so quick to abandoned him and take him back one he start honing in on his demolition skills.

-I can see him as someone who has self-harmed before (if you don't count the alcoholism), but it was only when he was younger, like as a teen. Though, you can count the alcoholism as him self-harming, cause technically he's slowly killing himself that way. He's only gonna be a Merc for so long, and Medic can only do so much. So if being a Merc doesn't kill him, it's gonna be Cirrhosis of the liver that does

-So he'd be understanding of why you hurt youself. He'd let you tell him everything, being a listening ear and offering help and advice. Afterwards, he'd take you out to destress, whether it be hitting up the bars or blowing stuff up.

-He may be drunk almost all the time, but he knows how to give good advice. He's a master at comforting and his hugs are to die for. He'd drop everything he's doing to help you if you're having a bad mental health day. He WILL make sure you're okay. He'd even stay up all night with you if that's something you  need

-And my last point in Soldier's applies here as well. If Demo can't be around when you need someone, then he sends Soldier to help fill in the void. He'd probably tell Solly to check on you and make sure you're safe from the Commies or something. But even then, he and Soldier are great friends and would help each other out no matter what, even if it's heelping another friend in need

Heavy:

-Heavy may not be good with his words (in English cause it really do be a struggle), but his actions make up for it. He's another merc who will get you anything and everything you want if it means making you feel better

-If anyone knows what it's like to have a rough life, it's Heavy. Growing up in a prison cause of his Father speaking out against the government, losing said Father, having to become the man out the house at such a young age, and taking such a dangerous job overseas to help support his Mother and sisters. He knows how rough it can be

-Homie know how to be there for a person. Though, he might ask Medic for help on this situation cause he's never been one to SH so this is new territory for him. But he's trying his best though!

-I don't have much to say for Heavy. He's more of an action person rather than a word person. He's fine with even just sitting in silence and reading if that's what you want. He truly does want the best for you, even if he doesn't show it

Engineer:

-He's such a dad friend. For real for real. Where was this man when I was a child?

-He helps Pyro through their episodes so he's very much ready to help you. If you have a specifc way you like to be comforted, he's right there to help. If you need to vent, he'll take you somewhere private so you don't have to worry about prying ears

-Now with Engie, I'd say he has a decent upbringing. I don't think he'd be one to SH either. even though he literally cut his own hand off... But he really is one of the more "sane" Mercs. So while he has never SH, he know that there's reasons people do it and how to help them through it

-Plus have you heard his voice?! It's as sweet as honey. So imagine him conforting you with that voice of his! Telling you how you're such an amazing person, how things will get better, and how he'll always be there for you. For real, I'm an Engie and Sniper voice defender til the end!

-Again, in my very biased opinion, he is the BEST, MOST PERFECT person to go to for help/comfort. You know that if he can help Pyro, he can help you. He's the perfect person ever, platonically and/or romantically

Medic:

-Immediately goes into doctor mode. Checking you're wounds, cleaning up any fresh one, asking about what is causing you to do this to yourself. It's all clinically at first

-If you need any anti-depressants or anti-anxiety meds, he'll give them to you, though it will be under his supervision cause he wants to make sure you're safe. Don't ask how he got them. Just trust him

-Medic is another Merc who's had it rough. He is very well aquainted with SH. Though I also do see him doing it for sexual reasons but I ain't gonna get into it. Let's just say that Medigun comes in handy quite a bit.

-He'll become more observant with you. Paying attention to even the littlest of details. He'll become more observant during routine checkups, making sure you aren't hurting yourself. But if you do, he'll patch you up and tell you it's okay.

-He may be a mentally unstable man who will put a baboon uterus in you for his own "research" (making mpreg real) but he does mean well and will want the best for you. He'll even let you take your anger and frustrations out on a cadaver if it means you not hurting yourself

-Homie's got his doves ready to help comfort you as well. They're his emotional support animals  :D

-This goes for all the support class, they're all good people to go to if it's late at night and you need someone to go to. None of them know what a normal sleep schedule is so they're perfect to go to and just hang out with them, talking or not

Sniper:

-Poor thing would feel for bad when he finds out you SH. He wouldn't even know what to say at first. Offering an awkward pat on the shoulder and to hang out in his camper

-You gotta give the poor thing time to digest all this info. He's also one that's not good with words. He'll tell you that it's gonna be okay. He'll try to help and offer some advice. But again, he's very unsure of what to do and say in this situation. He doesn't wanna make things worse or have you angry at him

-Poor baby was such an outcast his whole life. He may claim that he's used to the isolation, but god when those moments of loneliness hit, it hurts. So he definitely knows what it feels like to be lonely.

-But as for SH, that's where he's kinda lost. I don't think he's ever been one to SH. I just ain't really seeing it, to be honest. You might need to help him understand it all. Once he knows what to do to help, he's a very helpful friend

-He's always available to be there for you. You wouldn't have to say anything to him for him to know why you're there. Whether it be in his camper or his nest. It's not hard to find him

-He'll take you out on a little getaway if you want. Sometimes you just gotta get away from everything, and he's more than willing to help you with that

Spy:

-I'd say Spy is by far one of the most understanding in this scenario

-I've said it in my SWF alphabet with him, he SHs, whether he still actively does it or not, I'll leave it up to you. He's very knowledgeable in this area of life. He might show you some of his scars if he feels comfortable enough

-Definitely someone who had a rough upbringing as well. I see him as someone who grew up poor with parents who could care less for him. It is still something that effects him.

-Usually he takes the stress away with chain-smoking and drinking. Yeah, he knows he shouldn't, but with how long he's been doing it, he'd rather not deal with the withdrawls and such.

-He's good at being a listening ear and giving some solid advice. Being his age, he's been through quite a lot. He's rather surprising with how he handles the situation. He'll let you hide away in his smoking room and drown your sorrows away with some alcohol.

-Don't expect any sort of physical comfort from him. He doesn't like being so touchy with people. Just please don't touch him, okay? Okay

[windcarvedlyre]

Venti Week day 1: Old Friends

For this! Really overdue, apologies. I'm not completely happy with it but I could always polish it for something else later, haha.

A conversation between Venti and Vennessa after the webtoon prologue.

It was the evening after... that. Everything that had happened still hadn't fully sunk in for her. Her imprisonment. Facing the dragon again. Someone she thought was a mildly obnoxious bard, the ancient god of Mondstadt, descending on her people and healing their wounds and laughing in the faces of her captors. Her people's silence as they trudged back to their homes in the aftermath, words beyond them.

-

Wind gently rustled the grass around Vennessa's feet. She stood near the edge of a cliff overlooking Mondstadt.

The exchange after he asked them to make good on their word had been short but heavy with meaning. Venti had left, but not after implying- a hint of sharpness under his playful tone like a knife tucked under a carpet- that the nobles would change the way they do things or he would be back.

She hadn't expected him to be back this soon. He stood ahead of her, back turned and quietly watching the city. Should she be surprised? Her brain still wasn't working properly.

Venti turned his head to glance at her, the green of his hat and cape dulled in the setting sun's glow. Attire that had been shed for something white and radiant and revealing hours earlier.

She continued to stand there. Staring.

He inhaled.

"So."

She blinked. "So."

He glanced away, perhaps fidgeting slightly; it was hard to see much at this angle.

"I should start by thanking you again." he said, head turning back. "You caused quite the scene back there! It gave me the perfect opening to step in."

"Opening?" she replied. "Did you need one?"

"Technically no, but I prefer to help Mondstadt in a way that involves its people," he said, "and I'm reluctant to replace one tyrant with another."

"Right. Because you're... the god of freedom."

He winced at that. "...Yes."

Both of them stood in silence for a moment. Vennessa tried to pull herself together.

"I should thank you for helping my people as well. If you had come seconds later... I don't want to think about what would have happened there."

"Your role shouldn't be underestimated either! The fire burning in your soul is unparalleled. I suspect your prayers are what finally shook me awake."

...Awake?

"You were asleep?"

"Indeed," he replied, before turning back to stare at the city, "though I'd thought I would wake up somewhat sooner than this."

He paused.

"It's really been this way for centuries, hasn't it?"

"It has."

Venti didn't speak further. The breeze tousled their clothes, cold against Vennessa's bare skin.

Vennessa paused, wondering if she was about to cross a line.

"Venti."

Venti turned back to face her.

"Yes?"

"Are you... okay?"

He smiled.

"Of course! My energy reserves are regrettably somewhat depleted, but my public reappearance will accelerate my recovery significantly. I'll be right as rain within a-"

"I meant emotionally."

He froze mid-sentence. If not for her experience reading people she would have missed his eyes widen almost imperceptibly- just for a second.

"Venti?"

"It's fine." A pause. "I'll fix things."

"That wasn't a yes."

He laughed. It sounded a little strained.

"You shouldn't worry about me. You said it yourself; I'm a god, remember? I exist to serve Mondstadt's people. And I haven't been doing that. It's their feelings that matter here."

That last part was oddly familiar. It brought her back to countless sleepless nights before matches, stroking her sister's hair as she rested, crushing down her fear and telling herself she just had to hang on a little longer. She could feel once they were free.

Clearly Venti hadn't let things become this way on purpose. From what little she'd heard about him in legends...

"...You left to give them freedom, right? I guess that included the choice to-"

"Have they been free?" Venti snapped. The breeze suddenly intensified. "Free to express themselves? To self-govern? To live?"

Vennessa didn't know what to say to that. He was right, but...

Suddenly a dam broke, words pouring out of him.

"Do you know what a thousand people praying in desperation sounds like, Vennessa? Because I do. They've been flooding in since my little stunt earlier. But Mondstadt was so quiet before. How many generations did that take? How many people begged and begged for my help, still believing someone listened and cared?"

Wind whipped wildly around them. Sparks of teal in his eyes and hair grew in number and intensity the more he spoke.

"Venti-"

"And that includes you! And your people! You've suffered for generations and I did nothing! Why aren't you angry?"

Vennessa paused at that.

Should she be angry?

Her head was still swimming with everything that had happened. Emotions had swirled around her psyche like dust, the air too turbulent for them to settle into anything coherent.

Maybe she should be furious- should call him spineless and a coward and demand justice for everyone that came before her. But that somehow felt wrong. Like there was more to this.

Something in his face reminded her of Lind outside the city's gates. Trapped. Terrified.

"Did you actually choose to leave? Or was there some god business that-"

Venti laughed almost hysterically.

"Oh, that's it. Are you making excuses for me because I'm Barbatos? Because I could smite you where you stand? It's okay, you can still leave! I'm not even your-"

Screw worrying about lines. While she still couldn't say she knew him, god or not, he clearly needed help.

Gathering her resolve, she marched through the cutting gale between them and threw her arms around his shoulders. He made a sound almost like a squawk.

"V-Vennessa?"

"You asked if we could be friends."

"But-"

"Friends help each other when they're struggling."

"But you don't have to be-"

"And I'm not doing this because you're Barbatos. I'm doing it because I want to and you helped me."

"Only after-"

"I don't care what fuckups you've made in the past. All I've seen is you trying to fix them in the present. And I could do that with you."

He was as stiff as a board. The winds around them thrashed, confused and warring against themselves. He tried to push against her chest, push her away, but she squeezed him harder.

"You don't owe me anything. You could die! Your people could too!"

"That's always been the case, Venti. You've given us the first glimmer of hope that things could change. And do you know the most important thing my elders taught me?"

"That the gods should be there for you?" he mumbled into her.

She pulled back a little to look him in the eyes. He was like a deer in torchlight.

"That we shouldn't do everything alone."

Something within him tore. His face crumpled as he pulled himself back into her, a quiet whine escaping his throat.

"I'm sorry." He was almost inaudible.

"I told you-"

"It's just-" he paused- "it's been so long since anyone said that to me."

She hugged him tighter, raising one hand to rest on his head.

"Maybe people should do that more."

"But they need me-" he said quietly, his voice cracking, "to be perfect for them. To not do this. I'm their last line of defense, I can't be weak, I-"

"But you're not perfect."

He went silent again.

"At this point I'm not sure anyone can be," she added. "But that's why we lean on each other. To cover each other's weaknesses."

"You're genuinely not leaving?" he choked out.

She laughed gently. "We both have people on the line if this mess isn't fixed, right? And didn't someone say they owed me some keys?"

His breath hitched. His hands tightened their grip on her clothes.

"It's okay, Venti. I'm not going anywhere. You can be a person around me."

As Venti, archon of Mondstadt, person with feelings, her friend, lost the last of his composure and sobbed into her chest, she knew that her life would never be the same again- that the world would never look the same to her again.

But if even the gods were fallible, so were the Lawrences.

Things could change for the better.

They just had to keep going.

[elleloquently]

hi lovely <3 could i request protective!ellie and reader (relationship) in a patrol but things go south and she almost gets bit by an infected and ellie is just "i can't believe i almost lost you" and literally never gets reader out of her sight after that. thank u so much! :D

a/n : i literally love this sm thank you for requesting bc after reading this prompt i could not get it out of my head!! that being said though i'm sorry this took a bit ): the format for this is kinda weird i think maybe idk yeesh but i had too many ideas so anyway yes so cute love her c/w : weapons (guns mentioned,) violence against infected, protective!ellie my beloved (not quite edited </3)

fears all the way down - ellie williams

spring hesitated to make its welcome, the morning rays shyly peeking out from behind gray skies and dark clouds. every morning upon waking you would yearn for a sunny day, and finally the sun decided to grace the sky. it was the kind of brightness that would cause you to squint upon stepping outside, desperate to shed a few layers despite the air still being chilled, anything to feel the sun on your skin.

morning frost turned to morning dew, the slight crunch of a boot or a hoof that once crushed the delicate crystals into the grass was replaced with a slippery wetness and mud, new prints left to track.

you relished in it now, closing your eyes only briefly to imagine a world without infected, free to walk or ride without pausing at any given sound or movement. your horse followed faithfully behind shimmer, ellie's horse, as she led the way. she was always like this, leading and guiding and taking charge. it was infuriating and endearing, you would roll your eyes but only if your lips wore a smile as well.

you didn't patrol often, but when you did, ellie always found herself as your partner. incessant and persistent, you weren't aware of just how much trouble she had caused behind the scenes. rearranging shifts and lecturing just about anyone who would listen to her thinly veiled threats, the patrolmen of Jackson would rather give in with a sigh than have ellie williams worked into a fuss over who was partnered with her girlfriend.

even jesse, a dear friend to you both, knew exactly who was knocking at his door even before the sun came up on a day where you were supposed to ride out on patrol together.

it wasn't that ellie didn't trust them, or have good faith in them, because she did. and it wasn't that she didn't trust you, or think you to be capable, because she did. nevertheless, ellie displays her affections by protecting the ones she loves. you happened to be a lucky one, much to your frustration and adoration. you relished in her care but you also worried about her well-being, an endless cycle of stubborn lovers where you both seemed to keep simultaneously winning and losing.

"all good back there?" ellie noticed your silence, glancing over her shoulder with a curious smile.

you hummed in response, nodding to affirm your answer to her question. it had been a quiet patrol so far, but neither yourself nor ellie were one to let your guard down.

continuing down a well-worn path, you had spotted something in the distance that was once a house, part of it nearly collapsing within itself. it grabbed your attention anyway so you tugged on the reigns, signaling for ellie who seemed to have spotted it as well.

"think it's worth a try?" you posed, and ellie mentally debated your question.

"i think it's been a bit since anyone's gone down there..." ellie eyed the path, coming to a decision with a sigh. "might as well," she shrugged, directing shimmer towards the house.

your horses fell in step with one another as you approached your destination, weary of the trees that nearly covered the house. shimmer stopped first and ellie quickly jumped down from her faithful companion, coming to your side.

ellie shielded her eyes from the sun, offering up her free hand. you took it, gratefully, and landed feet on the ground next to her. you took a quick inventory as ellie pulled out a gun, cautiously scanning the surrounding area.

"be right back, tulip," you murmured to your horse, armed with your own weapon as you carefully approached the house.

less snow made it easier for delicate footsteps, but any infected were sure to be better blended with the greenery that were soon to be blooming again. no matter how often you were outside, or dealt with infected, you couldn't stop your heart from pounding with the threat of danger looming over your head at any given moment.

the door to the house was ajar, raising your own levels of suspicion. you glanced at ellie, who's eyebrows were drawn to a crease. you were practically holding your breath upon entering, only to let out a breath of relieve when yourself and ellie came to the conclusion that it was clear.

"i'll watch the front, do you wanna check the back?" you offered to ellie, relaxing your grip on your weapon.

"be careful," ellie responded with a nod, giving you a quick, cautious smile.

you glanced around the room, trying to see if anything was worth picking over when ellie's voice broke the brief silence.

"i mean it!" she called pressingly, though the desperation in her voice was just enough to make you laugh.

a quick glance out of the window at shimmer and tulip left you satisfied, so you pulled your attention to the wreckage that covered the room's floor. there wasn't much, not really, but some of your best finds thus far had been from searching through areas like this one.

you kicked at an old chest with your boot, watching dust particles fill the air. not expecting much, you lift open a fragile compartment and grin at the unexpected sight.

"ellie," you call, using a lighthearted tone so that she doesn't mistake it for trouble.

she appears quickly anyway, amused with the proud look that's painted itself on your face.

"more ammo," you clarify, presenting her with a little box. it wasn't much, but it was certainly more than either of you were expecting, considering the looks of the place.

"that's my girl," laughed ellie, reaching out to bump your arm to which you rolled your eyes affectionately. you could show her a rock and she would probably still respond with, 'nice!'

you poked around in silence for a bit, occasionally hearing drawers opening or a mumbled swear coming from ellie's direction. it was almost nice, and you admired the way that the sunlight was warming you from the windows when a sound broke through the atmosphere.

freezing immediately, you drew your gun and waited. you prayed that you were only paranoid, but the noise sounded again and this time it was closer, there was no mistaking it.

you were lurking near the doorway, close enough to keep a watchful eye on the horses when another croaking sound made your blood run cold. the floorboards underneath your boots creaked with every step so you stayed put, eyes frantically darting around the trees as far as you could see.

gun pointed through the door, you held your breath and waited. anything that knew you were around would be hot on your trail by now, and quickly.

you waited and waited, and all you heard was silence and the occasional snort from a horse. despite the nothingness that greeted you, you felt a growing pit in your stomach and a strong desire to go back to the main pathing where you had been previously riding.

you slowly crept through the doorway, carefully closing it only halfway while you checked everything within your eyesight once more before calling to your girlfriend. you frowned, glancing over tulip. shrugging off your extra jacket, you slung it over her saddle when you suddenly heard a branch snap.

at the sounded tell, it was already too late. a stalker came barreling out from behind a line of trees, hyper focused and thrashing as it hurdled toward you. with no time to think and hardly any time to move, you wielded your gun but the creature was faster than you, stronger than you.

your body slammed against the door, knocking it open and you nearly fell backwards which allowed you to slip through the infected's grasp as it thrashed for you. immediately footsteps pounded through the house and gunshots rang in your ears, the stalker lying at your feet.

dazed and trembling as if you were frostbitten, you stared down at the infected unmoving as ellie quickly pulled you into her arms.

"hey, hey," she reassured you, checking over your body quickly just in case for any marks, but you had been saved.

"ellie," your voice wobbled, but you quickly blinked back any tears. you wanted to just dust yourself off and move on, strong and brave like you always promised ellie you would be. she worried so much, and you didn't want to actually give her a reason to worry but despite your efforts, you found yourself falling apart in her arms.

ellie held onto you, tightening her grip with every shaky breath that escaped your mouth. "it's alright, i've got you. i've always got you," she mumbled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

you stayed like that only for a moment, too anxious to make another mistake. you quickly gathered your bearings and decided to call it on patrol, ellie gripping your hand as you left the house together. she helped as you hoisted yourself up onto tulip, only letting go of your hand and returning to her own horse when you were firmly grabbing the reins.

ellie was in autopilot, checking in with you and mumbling directions as you rode quickly and carefully to Jackson. the obnoxious sunshine only made your tears look more obvious on your cheeks and you roughly wiped them away with your sleeve, not wanting to appear as pathetic as you felt.

ellie grew increasingly more quiet, only quickly squeezing your hand once you made it back to safety. without a word she moved to stable shimmer, and a horrible feeling washed over you. she was acting as if she were mad, and you couldn't blame her. you remained at tulip's side, stroking your horse as you watched your girlfriend wordlessly move around the stable.

"i'm so sorry," you whispered, and ellie froze once you broke the silence. her back was to you, and you almost expected her to simply ignore you, or to start into a lecture, even though ellie would swear she wasn't always like joel, all you heard were reflections of his words in her careful pleas.

"i don't know what happened, it was so dumb and it happened so fast, ellie, so fast and i had my gun out but-"

ellie slowly turned to face you, and the look of guilt was evidently written all over her face. you abruptly cut yourself off, feeling even more awful than before.

she tried not to often reflect the losses that she had experienced, but even as strong as ellie was, it wasn't something that could be buried. even when the wildflowers start to bloom again and the skies turn blue, the threat of potentially losing someone that you love was hidden in every corner, ready to jump out and completely envelop you at any given moment, any small slip or mistake. it was nearly maddening, not knowing if that could be the last time you ever hear someone's voice. her losses were her failures, and she refused to let you be one of them.

shame and worry took over you, your eyebrows drawing together as ellie stared at you, shaking her head before starting towards you. ellie quickly pulled you into her arms once more, furiously blinking away her own tears. "i can't believe i almost lost you," she whispered into your hair, to which you quickly drew back.

"hey," you started, relieved that she wasn't upset but devastated by her confession. "i'm okay ellie, i'm not going anywhere, i promise," you reassured her.

"i know," ellie pressed. "that will never happen again," she spoke, half telling you and half telling herself. "i promise, nothing will ever happen to you."

you yearned to make ellie the same promise over and over, but you knew it wasn't the time. you allowed her to dote over you for the rest of the evening, her hand never leaving yours, not even while you had dinner. with every quiet check-in of a whispered, "are you okay?" you would nod and squeeze her hand, allowing her to look after you because you knew it was what she needed, to feel competent and to prove to herself that she was capable of protecting the one that she loves.

[muffinsin]

iv been thinking of a request that regards the Dimi daughters with a s/o who just so happens to be a cannibal, but to make things more interesting, s/o wants to tastes them specifically (and not in a hot way-), insert s/o's feral side here ig

I saw this and I knew I immediately had to get started on this XD

Masterlists

Bela

It becomes clear very fast that you’re cannibalistic

It’s not exactly something you’re able to hide around her

Especially when she smells the blood in your breath and spots it below your nails, even after you scrub your hands clean. When she tastes it on your tongue and lips and feels it on your body

She allows you a certain number of maids per week, and normally limits it to prisoners only

Of course, you’re more than allowed to try to hunt for your food, too. Sometimes, she brings you back something of one of hers

“If you want to get your food elsewhere, you’re free to do so”, she claims, after a whined complaint regarding eating only the prisoners

Perhaps, you should have clarified what you were in the mood for

What you always are in the mood for

Perhaps, she should have chosen her words more carefully

Bela wakes up once, her eyes blinking to adjust to the darkness and her brows furrowing at the odd feeling on her skin

When she looks down, she finds her arm in your lap, oil and herbs spread on her skin

What are you doing?

You can only watch, your head lowered, just about to have a lick at her

When you explain it, she is unsure who is more flustered between the two of you

You- attempted to- eat-her. Not to hurt her. You just feel this…urge?

It has her cheeks burn bright pink. She takes it as an odd sort of compliment

She is quite angry, too, however

After a good scrubbing of her arm, you feel like a child scolded as she stands with her arms crossed, scolding and yelling for what feels like hours

Why would you want to eat her?

She doesn’t grant you to bite into her skin, never

She does allow you a taste of her blood, though, if you insist you want it

Drinking your blood herself, Bela doesn’t blame you for this want. Though, just as she would not eat chunks of your skin, you are not to attempt doing it to her

So, at times, and only when she feels particularly generous or in a certain type of mood during your bedroom activities, you’re allowed a taste from her

You’re never too harsh with her, nor too demanding, and never take what you aren’t given

You know, this bliss she gives you would be taken if you were

During these times, she usually allows you to drink from her neck or thighs

Only sometimes are you presented a wound of hers to lick clean

And never, never are you to inflict the wound on her yourself

Cassandra

She’s into it

100%, fully, with her body and soul

It arouses her, and excites her, and is oddly romantic to her

Now, she knows not to let you eat her, for both of your sakes. The idea of it is fun enough to her, though

She warns you, multiple times, she doesn’t taste well. Her blood, perhaps, but not her skin

She is made of flies, after all

Of course, this doesn’t stop you. You’re used to the flesh of the staff, yet you can’t help but fantasize of Cassandra

Her skin is pale and soft, albeit scarred at places

You yearn to taste it, despite her warning

A single bite into her arm once confirmed them to be true, however

She awoke to your gagging and spitting out flies, and while she’d normally be upset at the blood pouring from the wound on her arm, she was laughing too hard to do so

To see you choke and shed tears at the uncomfortable feeling in your throat, caused by many flies buzzing and flying defensively…she relished the moment

She made sure you knew not to try it again, though. Or else there would be severe consequences

After all, she is all too eager to taste you, too

However, the fantasies of tasting her remain

She catches the longing gazes, the flashing eyes when she cuts herself while sharpening her sickle, or the lip trapped between your teeth when she undresses and reveals her body to you

She knows, you are by far not satisfied enough with the bodies she grants you, the maidens she shares with you

She knows fully well, you yearn for her

As such, she loves to tease you

Cassandra loves nothing more than to expose her flesh to you, to make herself bleed and to see your reactions to it

At times, she does grant you a taste

When she tips a glass to your lips, your eyes pressed shut in concentration as you view the droplets of blood smear alongside the rim, then drip inside

You lick it clean, every last drop

Cassandra’s eyes always flash at this. It’s a form of worship to her. A dark, twisted kind of love

Often, she will indulge herself and snatch a taste of you, too

At times, when she feels especially generous, she grants you a taste of her blood directly from the source

You’re allowed to drink her blood only when she permits it, and know not to push it or bite down on her skin again

She loves the feeling of your tongue on her when you lick the blood, and even more so, perhaps, loves the torture she puts you through and the amount of self control it takes not to pierce and part her skin

Honestly, she’s so in love

Daniela

She doesn’t realise you’re cannibalistic until you point it out to her

Being so used to her sisters and mother, she just…fed you human flesh from day one. And you never complained, of course

In fact, you love what she provides for you. It is by far better than any food you could, or would want to, hunt yourself

And she’s always so sweet, so caring with you

She brings you the best parts of a body to share them with you

When you laugh and point out humans aren’t quite known to eat meat, her eyes grow wide

She immediately fears she’s made you seek after weeks of feeding you nothing but the flesh her family likes to eat

How very wrong she is

However, while you reassure her, the food she retrieves you is delicious, you can’t help but think of more…unhinged options

Naturally, this intrigues her

When you ask her one late night, both of you slightly tipsy, to taste her, she doesn’t immediately deny it

She does heal fast, after all…

She won’t deny being curious about it. Her terms are simple, though

If you get a taste of her, it’s only fair she gets one of you

Of course, a smaller one. Both of you, just a little bit, just enough to give one another a taste

Really, it’s unclear who is more feral: you, or Daniela

When your skin is cut and passed to each other, two very different reactions can be observed

Daniela’s hum of pleasure, a giggle, gleeful. You taste marvellous to her, better than your blood, even!

She is, however, fast to press a rag to the wound on your arm

Your reaction is a little…different

She tastes sweet for but a moment, the sweetest meat you have ever tasted

For a moment, you think you might become addicted

Then, this moment passes, as the skin breaks and two flies desperately clap their tiny wings to get back out of your mouth

You gag, your lips parting and tongue sticking out as you watch the small insects reconnect with her skin

She giggles, and with a smile, kisses your pout away

Really, you can’t keep pouting when you’re offered her blood

A little compensation you can’t say no to

[the-greatest-magic-of-all]

Oopsie more~ <3

“You seem rather pleased with yourself.” Fabian spoke as soon as he heard the door shut and lock behind them, tossing his cloak across the back of one of the couches in the office adjoining his bedchambers before flopping heavily into one of the smaller (but no less opulent) armchairs across from it. Various rings and decorations getting tugged free from his person and dropped into a messy pile on the low table in front of him as the urge overtook him to shed some of his ridiculous finery, just for a while, in the privacy of his own living quarters with the one person who wouldn’t judge him for the display.

“Well, yeah?” Riz had left his post near the door, ears perked high and tail slowly swishing from side to side as he did a thorough check of the room before also closing and locking the door that led into Fabians bedchambers. Isolating the pair of them so they wouldn’t be disturbed by anyone without a proper heads up first.

“Did you see the look on Everpetals face? I’m glad I went to all that trouble to spread the rumour I died in that attack and couldn’t be revived. Any time I need to cheer myself up from now on I’m just going to think of that and feel instantly better.”

After dismissing Durden from his duties of guarding the King at that nights court function Riz had been his dutiful and ever present shadow the entire evening, causing more than a few of the guests in attendance to jump and double take when they noticed he was there. Everpetal had even made a snide comment that he must prefer the company of goblins if he was replacing his last goblin guard with another one, and the look on her face when Riz greeted her and she realised who it was had been incredibly amusing. Apparently, she had trouble telling goblins apart because she certainly hadn’t recognised his face or, it seemed, even expected him to still be alive at all.

“Gods, is that why so many of them were asking when I was going to replace you. Everpetal even had the gall to offer me one of her own knights.”  Fabian chuckled, resting his arms on his knees and letting his head hang as he slumped forwards. “I must have looked insane asking them why I would ever do such a thing.”

“Yes well, they should know better than to believe rumours without verifying the information first.” Riz finished his loop of the room, the rogue apparently satisfied that they were safe and taking up his post near the door.

Fabian heaved a long sigh, sitting up after a moment to glance over at his knight and actually look at him properly after a long afternoon of socialising and niceties with nobles that really didn’t deserve it. Most people wouldn’t notice the difference but it was clear the rogue was still not 100%. He wasn’t standing quite as straight, ears held just a fraction lower than was normal and his tail was hanging limp behind him with the tuft actually touching the ground.

Anyone else witnessing the scene would simply see a knight standing relaxed but alert, Fabian knew better though, pursing his lips and waving Riz over closer. Riz cocked his head to the side, the motion making his ears flop a bit, before padding over closer and moving to kneel. Fabian grabbing him by the shoulders to stop him and pressing a hand against his cheek.

“Stop. No. Not tonight I’ve had enough of it.” Fabian frowned, running his thumb over Riz’s cheek and earning a quiet purr from his knight. From this close Fabian could see the dark circles under his eyes and notice how pale his skin in comparison to its normal vibrant green. Even his eyes had become slightly duller, which was as clear an indication of any that the goblin was exhausted.

“You really shouldn’t be back yet.”

“I’m fine. You know I don’t like not working.” Riz leaned into the hand against his cheek and closed his eyes, Fabian taking the opportunity to trap the goblin in a hug and lean his chin against the top of his head. The half elf only releasing him when, as he tightened his grip slightly and bumped against the rogues chest, Riz made a muffled hissing noise at a pitch that usually indicated pain and flinched slightly.

“Hiss? What the hells do you mean hiss?” Fabian frowned, sitting back and holding Riz at arms length as the goblin averted his gaze. The half elf pressing his hand over his seal on the goblins chest and, though he didn’t hiss this time, the rogues tail thrashed slightly and he wasn’t able to hide a wince. “Are you…. Are you still injured? It’s been a week! Did they not heal you properly?”

Riz grimaced and ducked his head slightly, still not meeting Fabians gaze as he brought a hand up to place it gently over the one resting over his heart. “There were… complications. The blade was enchanted so that wounds inflicted would resist magical healing.”

Riz’s ears drooped slightly, the goblin glancing at Fabian and clearly catching the look of deep concern on his face with how he winced. “I was lucky. The two guards the assassin killed we couldn’t even bring back… The first one they revivified simply bled out again because they couldn’t close the wound. If you’re going to assassinate a King you need to make sure they can’t be so simply saved.”

“Let me see.”

Riz opened his mouth as if he was going to say something, probably a warning that that wasn’t an appropriate thing to ask as his King but apparently thinking better of it. Fabian wasn’t acting as his King right now, he was his friend and he was worried about him.

The goblin sighed and glanced over towards the door, obviously checking it was still locked before reaching up to start undoing the buckles of his armour. The sturdy leather getting dropped in a pile on the floor before he also undid the shirt underneath far enough that he could pull it off and dump it on the ground as well. Riz left standing in front of Fabian in nothing but his armoured slacks and the strip of bandages wrapped around his torso, which he also started fiddling with trying to unwind.

“You’re going to have to help me re-wrap this I’m not good at doing it on myself… I was probably due to change the dressings anyway but I was going to wait until Max took over tonight.” Riz flicked his tail, clicking his tongue when he had issues unwinding the bandage before simply ripping through it with his claws. He had a replacement in his bag, plus it wasn’t like he was going to be able to reuse it without risking an infection.

Once the bandages were gone he finally, carefully, pulled the gauze pad away from the injury on his chest. Fabian sucking air in through his teeth as he pulled the rogue closer to himself with a gentle grip on his sides and leaned forwards to inspect the injury more closely. They’d carefully stitched it closed but it still looked painful, five days of natural healing without magic not having done much to diminish the raw and painful looking wound on the goblins chest.

“Umberlee below, you should not be walking around yet. What the fuck are you doing?”

“I’m fine. They missed anything important.” Riz sighed, bringing a hand up to pat the back of Fabians head when he dropped it to rest against the goblins shoulder.

“You’re not fine you look like shit.” Fabian mumbled, tightening his grip on Riz’s sides. He’d nearly died trying to protect him and if the blade had gone even an inch further they wouldn’t have even been able to bring him back. “I hate this. You shouldn’t be having to throw yourself in front of cursed blades for my sake. I’m not weak I can fight for myself.”

“I know you’re not but that’s literally my job description now.”

Fabian let out a humourless laugh, reaching up to hold the hand Riz was using to play with his hair in place as he leaned back far enough to look him in the eye. “Maybe I should fire you. Give you a nice plot of land somewhere sunny and a title as a reward for stopping an attempt on my life so you can enjoy your retirement in peace.”

Riz narrowed his eyes at that, frowning at Fabian and stifling a growl in the back of his throat. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh I would dare. I could keep you somewhere nice and safe and not have to worry about this.” He gestured to Riz’s chest with his free hand, the goblin frowning more and flicked his tail hard enough that he knocked some of the rings off the low table behind him.

“And who would you replace me with?”

“Sir Durden, he did a fine job while you were indisposed.”

“DURDEN?” Riz looked almost insulted, ears held high in affronted indignation before he caught the teasing glint in Fabians eye. The half elf reaching forwards to run his fingers through the goblins hair after a second which made him relax and drop forwards to press his forehead against Fabians shoulder. “Oh thank Gods I thought you were serious.”

“You’re right I wouldn’t dare. I’d last less than a week before abdicating without you around.” Fabian chuckled, playing with the rogues hair for a little while longer before pushing him to stand up straight. “That being said though you really should still be resting. You look exhausted and you clearly haven’t recovered properly.”

“I’m-“

“Yes I know you’re fine.” Fabin cut Riz off before he could continue, dropping his hands away from the rogue and resting them on his own knees. “But you’re in no condition to be on your feet all day. We’ll reapply your bandages and once you’re dressed you’re going to lie down for a while.”

“That-“

“Frankly I could not give less of a shit about what’s appropriate right now. The door is locked, we’re alone, and I can take care of myself for a few hours. No one has to know you’re resting on the job.”

Riz gave a resigned sigh at that, though he was smiling slightly and his tail was making slow content arcs behind him as he dug in the bag on his hip for replacement bandages. This fight was a road they’d walked down many times in the past, even before Fabians ascent to the throne. “I’m not going to win this argument, am I?”

“Have you ever?”

“I think I did once, in the Red Wastes that one time.”

Fabian scoffed at that, watching Riz clean the wound on his chest before reaching forwards to help him re-wrap the bandages and hold the dressings in place. “You most certainly did not. In fact I clearly remember pinning you down until you got a decent nights rest.”

“Oh I count that as a moral victory on my part.” Riz grinned, tail flicking from side to side happily as he bent down to retrieve his tunic and pull it back over his head. The goblin shooting Fabian a teasing look as he started to re-buckle his armour on over the top. “If I keep refusing to take a rest would you try pinning me down again? That wouldn’t be very Kingly of you.”

“Watch it, The Ball. Keep fighting me on this and I very well might.”

I can't even call this one an oopsie. This took a minute. But I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed your part. 💖

-- part 1 | part 2 -> part 4 --

Before bedding down for the night, Fabian had his secretary clear his morning of any audiences and meetings. Knowing that, on Saturday nights, he could use the excuse of staying up late in prayer to Galicaea and not wanting this holy time to be disturbed by mundane politics and such. Giving Riz, who promised to spend his four hours of rest in the infirmary, a chance to slip under Fabian’s plush covers after releasing Sir Durden from his watch. Careful to get into a position that did not worsen his injury further.

It was quite lovely, having a lazy morning for the first time since ascending to the throne of Fallinel. Streams of early morning light drifted through the bay window’s diaphanous curtains. Highlighting all of the wandering specks of dust in the air. Airy birdsong broke up the peaceful silence every so often. As did the faint murmurs and rumbles of activity in the Alcethmeret’s lower floors. The ambery scent of burning sandalwood incense (for his “prayers”) filled the air. Smelling of warmth, in stark opposition to the wintery chill that came with his chamber’s fire going out half an hour ago.

An upstart religious revolutionary (who happened to be his good friend’s ex) had brought Winter to his kingdom for the first time in millennia. Giving him a political headache but also that sweet chilliness that made bundling up underneath warm covers even better. Something made all that better with a happily purring Goblin in his arms.

Both were utterly unaware of the storm that was about to blow over them.

One of Riz’s ears pricked, angled above the sheet and toward Fabian’s chamber doors. Soon, his entire head was poking out of the many layers of sheets. Brows furrowed, he tried to deduce what exactly he was picking up.

“Something the matter?” Fabian asked from beneath the sheets, his voice still thick with sleep and arms loosely wrapped around Riz.

“Someone’s coming up the stairs a bit too quickly,” Riz answered. The fur on the back of his neck raised as he swiped his tail at Fabian’s face, attempting to get his King to release him. You know, so that he could do his job. “No, two someones.”

Unphased by a faceful of tail fur, Fabian cracked open his only eye and murmured, “I’m guessing you think it’s not servants.”

“Maybe one… Hold on,” Riz said before his eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. Caught between wanting to dash to the doors and shielding his best friend, he whipped around to face Fabian. Horror in his eyes as he tried to get out, “Oh no, it’s—”

“Your Majesty, Lady Aelwen has requested your presence!”

Fabian nearly jumped out of his skin as he locked eyes with Riz before they darted down at their shared state of dress.

Shit, shit, shit!

The voice of one of his maids—Miss Silvergrove, he thinks—filtered through not only his bedroom door but the door to his drawing room/office. “I informed her of your schedule, yet she insisted. She’s asked me to tell you—wait, My Lady!”

“King Fabian Aramais Seacaster, I demand an audience promptly,” came Aelwen’s familiarly devilish voice. Louder than Miss Silvergrove, she must’ve burst through that first set of doors. “Come decline me to my face, my liege, because this office and receiving room of yours look quite comfy. Might stay for a while with or without you.”

Of course, he couldn’t have a single morning of peace! Why her, of all people?!

“Just a moment!” Fabian called out, rocketing out of his bed and toward his massive closet to grab a golden silk dressing gown. Hastily throwing it on, he sped over to the low table where he discarded his jewellery last night. He shoved on as many rings, bracelets, and pendants as was required to be presentable.

Riz might’ve said something, but Fabian hushed him with a “stay put” gesture as he slid across the sleek tiled floors to reach his bedroom doors. Just in time to catch the doorknob before it turned, he opened it himself. Revealing the fair yet evilly playful face of one Lady Aelwen Abernant.

“Oh, there you are, your Majesty,” She said, her deep blue eyes full of the mirth of a cat toying with a mouse. The last time he saw her, her flaxen hair had flowed down her back; now, it had been shorn in a Solisian-style pixie cut. Practical and functional for the matricidal expedition she and Adaine had embarked on but, much like her dark green traveller’s robes, still exuded poise and refinement.

Fabian would be lying if he said that she didn't make his heart skip a beat as he laid eyes on her. However, he’d never live it down if it showed so plainly on his face. So, he did his best to school his face into one befitting his station. Raising his chin and straightening his back to fill as much of the doorway as possible, he said, “You’re back.”

“I’m back!” Aelwen echoed in a sing-songy lilt, her grin only widening.

Fabian cocked an eyebrow, “For what do I owe this early morning pleasure?”

“Can’t I visit an old friend and current ruler?” Aelwen asked, her grin turning to a pout as she rocked back and forth in her well-worn boots. Stalling on one of the lean-ins to bat her eyelashes at him.

Umberlee below, this won’t be a brief conversation, then?

Letting out a defeated sigh (to Aelwen’s delighted giggle), Fabian leaned around to catch the eyes of the mousey maid, who’d looked ashen at having let Aelwen in. Poor thing, she probably thought he’d fire her. Softening his voice, he called out, “Miss Silvergrove?”

The young woman jumped at his voice, but still, she gave him a strained smile and a bow. “Yes, your Majesty?”

“Please inform your superior that I’ll take my breakfast up here this morning. Thank you.”

He'd never been more jealous as he watched Miss Silvergrove scurry away from this whole situation.

At the sound of the drawing-room door shutting, Fabian allowed himself to at least slouch a bit now that he was alone with his ex-girlfriend. “Aelwen—”

“Uh uh,” She said, waggling a finger at him and looking all too pleased to correct him.

Fabian rolled his eyes. “Alright, Lady Aelwen—”

“Nope,” Aelwen interrupted once more. And when Fabian had had enough of her antics, crossing his arms and giving her a look, she huffed a bit. Slightly upset at her fun being ruined, she took a step back, gathered the ends of her outfit's long coat, and curtsied daintily. Her chin high and a smirk on her plush lips, she said, “That’s The Lady Abernant to you, my Good King. No more courtesy titles for me!”

Now, that was some good news.

“Your quest to Slyvaire was a success?” Fabian asked as relief rushed through him. Thanks to their duties as King and Knight, he and Riz couldn't accompany Adaine and her on their quest to kill their mother to take control of their family name and what was left of their wealth and title. The best he could do was pay for the best hirelings money could buy to aid them, and it looks like it paid off. A tiny weight off of his mind, Fabian risked gently taking her by the shoulders and said, “Congratulations!”

Aelwen, fortunately, didn’t mind the physical contact, taking hold of his shoulders as a genuine smile slipped through her mask of snark and caustic wit. “Thank you very much!”

“Did she go down easy?”

For a second, something dark and haunted flitted over her eyes and her fingers dug into the fabric of his dressing gown. Fabian went to pull her closer, but she pushed away from him first. Her mask was fully back on as she groaned and pouted. “No, she was a horrid bitch to fight.” Then, in a flash, it was all gone. Replaced by charm and devilishness, she said, “But now she’s dead, and her title is mine. Ha ha ha!”

That small moment of hauntedness didn’t sit well with Fabian, but he knew better than to push Aelwen on matters of feelings and trauma. He was the same way. He settled on asking Adaine to give him a full debrief later.

“So, you’ve come all the way to the Capital to gloat?” Fabian teased a bit as he guided her to sit in one of the room's dinette's antique cushioned chairs.

“Well, yes, a bit, but also to see if you’d been overthrown yet,” Aelwen said as she sank into the comfy antique seat. Taking to it like she owned the whole damn palace around it.

Fabian rolled his eye as he took his seat opposite her. “Wow, such confidence in my abilities.”

“Ha! I have only ever put my confidence in one person, and she can see the future, so,” She shot back with a laugh and a shrug. Running her hands down the intricately carved armrests, she went on, “Though I must confess, I’ve also come back because I’ve dearly missed court gossip. Of which I got plenty of it upon my glorious return to the Starry Court as its prodigal daughter.” Pausing, she lifted her eyes to meet his and arched a brow in a silent question.

The King of Fallinel, his Serene Majesty, sputtered and gaped at her, offended that she even had to silently ask if he wanted to bitch the pot with her. Who did she think he was? “Yes, I’d like to hear it. Of course!”

As the sun rose higher in the Fallinese sky, a King and a Lady traded scandalous secrets and piping hot gossip over a delightfully filling breakfast spread. Teacups in hand, they snatched muffins and scones between thoughts or when they wanted the other to hang on their every word. It was a surprisingly pleasant time. One filled with barks of stifled laughter and so much spilled tea (literally and metaphorically). It was nice to talk so candidly with someone other than Riz, especially about the more lurid kinds of rumours that usually put him off.

And as if she’d read Fabian’s mind (who knows, maybe she had?), Aelwen emptied the last of the tea in her cup before clinking it down and asking, “Before I get to the really good stuff, where is your little Goblin guard? Not everything I’m about to say is flattering to all parties involved.”

“Sir Riz knows the importance of secrets, don’t worry,” Fabian answered, his mind drifting back to his room, though he was sure that Riz had slipped into the drawing room at some point. There’s simply no way he’d resist the allure of his duties in favour of resting, especially since he’d always regard Aelwen with a level of suspicion. “You won’t find him.”

Aelwen flipped him off as she made a point to lean all the way over to scan underneath the room’s various seats and tables. Fabian could only chuckle as she was this close to crawling under his sturdy, oaken writing desk. He got another middle finger for his troubles, as well as a heated glare. “Where is—Is he dead already?”

“Bold of you to assume that he cannot see you just because you cannot see him,” Fabian said with complete confidence in his knight’s stealth capabilities. Taking a long sip of his tea and not even hiding his smirk, he primly remarked, “He is exactly where he needs to be.”

Without missing a beat, Aelwen whipped her head up to stare into his eye with a wide, nigh feral grin on her face as she asked, “Where? In your bed?”

Aelwen made his heart miss a beat again.

What?

How?!

Rearing back, clutching onto his teacup for dear life, Fabian’s childhood stutter returned with a vengeance, “W-why would—why, why would you even—I-I can explain—”

“There was a pile of tiny armour on your footboard bench, and there were pillow lines on your cheek,” Aelwen said, nodding her head toward his bed chamber before attempting to lean over the table and poke his cheek with a finger. Of which didn’t get within an inch of him before Riz darted out of a shadowy corner to scale Fabian’s chair and snatch Aelwen’s wrist. Holding it firm, he locked eyes with her and let out a snarly hiss. Amazingly, Aelwen looked shocked to be suddenly grabbed for a moment, but soon enough, her cheeky smile was back. “Well, hello, Sir knight! Nice of you to join us.”

Ears pinned back, hackles raised, pupils narrowed, tail rapidly slapping back and forth. Fabian knew everything in Riz’s body was waiting for Aelwen to make one more wrong move. Waiting for her to give him a reason to pounce. It was a wonder how he kept his voice low and steady as he said, “If you even think about telling anyone about what you saw, I swear to Cassandra above and Ankarna below —”

“Oh, please. Calm yourself, Sir Ball. I’m not going to go around telling anyone about finding a nohecharei in the King’s bed,” She said with a roll of her eye and a dismissive chuckle. “As long as you stop eavesdropping and join us. I prefer to see who’s hearing my gossip.”

The two of them stared the other down, both refusing to be the one to blink first. Riz bared his fangs. Aelwen sneered. Fabian’s ex-girlfriend and his best friend. Locked in a trial of… what? Who was the better person? Who was the most cutthroat? The most ruthless? Who Fabian loved more? He didn’t know. He just wanted it to end because he could see from tiny twitches that his position perched on Fabian’s armrest was hurting Riz to hold. The whole point of the morning was to give him rest, not make his injury worse.

Gently, as not to startle him, Fabian covered where Riz was gripping Aelwen’s wrist with his left hand and held his hip with his right. A flicked ear was all the acknowledgment Fabian needed to proceed with his plan. Leaning close, Fabian lowered his voice to a whispery plea and said, “Riz.” His knight stayed locked in, but Fabian felt Riz’s grip on Aelwen loosened a tad. Progress. Fabian leaned in even closer, catching his eye for a moment to ask, “Join us. Please?”

Again, it took a handful of moments for Riz to come down from his battle footing, but slowly, he did. His ears shifted to a submissive position, his hackles lowered, his tail slowed, and his pupils widened as he turned to look at Fabian. With one last glare at Aelwen, Riz said, “As you wish, your Majesty.”, and released her wrist.

Aelwen snatched her wrist back and watched as Fabian eased Riz onto a chair—one where he could see both of the room’s doors and its windows. Almost gagging at how Fabian tucked Riz’s chair in like a gentleman and began pouring his knight a cup of coffee and gathering the food items he liked the best. It was all so adorably disgusting in Aelwen’s book that she simply had to push past it. “Yes, yes, good, good. Now! Shove a scone in your mouth and get ready to chat shit.”

Satisfied with his vantage point and the warm coffee in his hands, Riz gave her a nod and a sharp, “Copy that.”

“Now, where was I?” Aelwen asked herself as Fabian settled back in his chair. “Oh, right! If you’d believe it, Lady Everpetal invited me to join her family in attending Miss Nightingale’s opera performance tonight. In the most condescending way possible, mind you. Asking if I’m even allowed on the opera’s property after my imprisonment. God, she’s a horrid bitch.” Both he and Riz nodded, inclined to agree. But Aelwen swiftly followed it up with, “I kind of loved it, though. But that’s all beside the point. Mean, nasty women are hot; what’s new—”

Face aghast, Riz brought his coffee to his lips and muttered in amazement, ”You both have mommy issues?”

“Watch it,” Fabian shot back at him despite semi-agreeing with his ex.

“Could you two pay attention? I think you’ll enjoy this,“ Aelwen said, rubbing her temples, knowing that their little back and forth would continue for the rest of their gossiping session. “A little birdie informed me of a possible connection between Lord Everpetal’s ever-increasing taxes and his alleged Leviathan gambling debts.”

Now, that was the kind of gossip Sir Riz Gukgak felt the most comfortable dealing in.

In one swift motion, Riz plucked the half-full teapot off of the table and went about filling Aelwen’s cup up to just under the brim. Mostly ignoring Aelwen’s satisfied look and Fabian’s fondly amused one, Riz settled back into his seat with his coffee before giving Aelwen a patient nod. “Do go on, my Lady.”

[soaringwide]

The Archetypes of a Plutonic person

In modern western astrology, Scorpio is ruled by Pluto, and by Mars in Traditional astrology. I will focus on the former for this post.

I am a Scorpio rising, with the Moon and Pluto in my first house in that sign, aspecting a lot in my chart. I wanted to reflect on what it is, the impact it has on one's personality and experience of life.

(Divider bellow is made by me, please do not use)

The Phoenix

People with heavy plutonic placements often say they've lived multiples lives, in the sense of having worn multiple identities throughout the years, following drastic changes that are reflected on the outside.

Because a key word of heavy pluto influences is transformation. The ability to change everything about you and to be born anew. I've myself been through so many strange and harrowing experiences that I felt like a different person time and time again.

It's the tendency to go through cycles of destruction and creation. Sometimes caused by a harrowing experience that hit you from the outside, like the sudden death of a loved one, an intense spiritual experience, a mental health crisis, a tower moment, if you will. However sometimes it comes from the inside, like a deep restless knowing that there is a need to shed old skin once more.

And you must always answer the call. Because, to not do it would feel like death, and there is this intense pull towards life, and really to these people, life is about constant change, movement and evolution.

There is this idea of transmuting into something more by bonding and merging with something else, be it a person or a thing. To be a being of passions and feverish obsessions. Constantly absorbing new ideas and letting them shape who you are.

It's the necessity to learn to let go when you need to... but paradoxically to also struggle to at times, because there is this knowing that once you've closed the chapter, things will forever be different. And I deeply know the heaviness of it. It's especially true of pain. Strangely enough it's once thing that's hard to let go. Grief, regrets, traumas, sometimes one can identify with it so much that releasing it feels like losing a part of yourself.

The Lover

I briefly mentioned that above, but yeah, passions and drive are two massive other keywords.

There is that need to seek intensity in experiences. Everything plutonian do is motivated by the deep desire to feel as much as possible from something, because you want to get to the bottom of it and that means feeling it with every fibers of your being, losing yourself a bit in the process but not fearing it because you know you will find yourself on the other side of the tunnel.

That's why the Lover is an archetype, and it goes beyond romantic love. It's being a Lover of Life itself. A quest to see yourself in the mirror of the Other, the Other being each living and non-living thing you become enamored with.

There is beauty in losing yourself and absorbing something else in the process. A passionate kiss that makes time stop for a moment. A moment of eternity that makes everything fall into place.

The Seer

This is about being able to see what lies under the surface, and to be fair, it's so natural to plutonian that they may forget that not everyone sees the world like that. Sometimes you may doubt to see anything at all and need constant reminders and reassurance.

These placements often indicates a strong pull towards esoterism and perhaps psychic abilities. As always you're free to explore that or not but it's something I notice in myself and others.

Beyond the esoteric, it's the ability to see people for what they really are, to see beyond the social masks we all wear, and I'm thankful for my other placements, because in my case, I tend to see the best in people and don't hold grudges for their faults because I can see mine clearly as well.

It's quite exhausting to be fair and is the reason why I spend most of my time in a bubble, shielding myself from the world around me, peaking outside of it when I feel like it, because to live outside of it fully is not sustainable, or a least I haven't found the way yet.

The Ruler

Last theme I will go over is the Ruler. There is often this idea thrown around that plutonic people have some type of aura or power about them that people notice. And to go back to myself once more, I can definitely feel it and can sort of manipulate that pulse when I focus on it.There's a lot to say about it considering non-fluffly glamour magic and stuff...will go back to it in a future post.

However you need to be mindful of the impact of your words and actions, because it is easy to know where to hit if you want to hurt or heal, which is why it is paramount to cultivate a sense of justice, balance and empathy so that you don't become a tyrant.

I've once been told that to be a good leader, you must first learn to be a good ruler to the kingdom of yourself. That means ruling with fairness, balancing kindness and resolve, and really embracing the positive traits of that archetype and mellowing the negative ones.

Because I truly believe these placements are not to be feared or hated and can do so much good, as long as you don't exhaust your empathy in the process.

[m00nkissedlover]

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"whatever happened to the young, young lovers?"

lee x eater! reader | word count: 1,980 words

summary: as you and lee unwind for the night after feeding, some unexpected guests make it the worst night of your lives....🫀

warnings: some scenes in this may be triggering or uncomfortable. please don't read this if the following themes make you uncomfortable: angst, mild gore (not rlly but-), blood, death of a character, very mild spice, themes of c@nnibalism (it's bones and all-), some strong language/ cursing. let me know if i left anything out!

note: this is so LONG, I'M SORRY- i swear i tried to make it shorter, but the ideas kept coming 😔 also, this is my first time writing about someone getting sh0t and about c@nnibalism, so sorry if it seems inaccurate or rushed. anyways, enjoy my terrible attempt at angst 😀 

the sound of running water filled your ears as you waited for lee to finish up in the shower. the two of you had just come back from feeding, tonight's victim having been some drunk asshole who catcalled you while you and lee were walking around town together. as always, lee took his wallet and any valuables he had on him and drove you both back to the abandoned but usable house you two called home. for now at least.

"shower's free." the sound of lee's voice pulled you out of your thoughts. you turned around to see him in a pair of cargo shorts and a white tank top, his strawberry red hair still a bit damp. you caught yourself staring at him for a little too long, looking away from him when the two of you made eye contact. you nodded your head, mumbling a quick "thanks" as you stood up, already shedding your crimson stained shirt and balling it up in your hands.

the feeling of warm water on your skin soothed you as you scrubbed away the blood, sweat, and grime on your skin, turning off the water after a few minutes and stepping out. you stood in front of the sink, picking at the dried blood under your fingernails and brushing your teeth. you looked at yourself in the mirror, your exhaustion evident. it was difficult to keep living like this, but it was necessary, as if you'd die if that animalistic hunger were left unsatisfied for too long.

once you get dressed into sweatpants and one of lee's shirts, you stretched as you made your way into the living room. a pair of arms wrapped around your waist from behind, causing you to let out a soft gasp. lee pulled you closer, your back against his chest, his chin resting on your shoulder. "looks like someone's pretty touchy today...but then again, when are you not?" you teased, reaching one of your hands back to play with his hair. lee laughed softly, pressing a soft kiss to the base of your neck. "well, you just got out of the shower. you're warm and you smell nice, so i couldn't resist" he muttered, burying his face into your neck. you couldn't help but laugh once more as a shiver ran down your spine, his hair tickling your skin. "i see you're wearing my shirt, [y/n]" he whispered, slowly pressing more kisses to your skin. one of his hands started to mess with the hem of the shirt you wore, slipping up into it and gently caressing your soft skin. "lee~" you mumbled, letting your eyes flutter closed, your heart skipping a beat. 

just as things were about to take a rather intimate turn, there was a loud knock on the door. the two of you jumped, glancing at the door, then at each other. "are we expecting anyone?" you asked, frowning a little as the warmth of lee's hand disappeared when pulled away from you. "no...stay here, i'll go check." lee made his way over to the door, glancing through the peep hole. you noticed the way his jaw tense up and the way his body froze for a second before he pulled away from the door.

"who is it?" you asked, starting to feel a bit nervous yourself. lee had started pacing around, checking around the house for anything out of the ordinary. he grabbed your bloody clothes and shoved them into a trash bag, tying it off and stuffing it under the sink. "lee, can you please tell me what's going on?" you asked, unease settling over you. "it's the fucking cops. we have to leave, now-" lee was cut off by another loud knock, and a few voices from behind the door. "police, open up. we'd like to ask you a few questions." a man's voice said. a woman's voice could be heard as well. "i swear i saw them come here! they were covered in blood, from head to toe!" shit, someone saw you coming back from your feed.

you were frozen in place, as if your feet were glued to the floorboards. you couldn't believe this was happening. you two had been so careful. your heart was beating in your ears so loudly, you didn't even realize lee was calling your name until he grabbed you by your shoulders. "[y/n]! we have to go!" he yelled and you were pulled back to reality. you slowly nodded your head and began to grab a few things you really needed and stuffed them into a bag. the knocking got louder and it seemed like the officers would break the door down any minute. lee grabbed your hand and pulled you out through the back door, the two of you quietly making it into lee's pickup. he fumbled with the keys as you glanced ahead, getting a glimpse of the cop cars in front of the house. lee finally got the key in the ignition and turned it to start the engine....to start the engine....why wasn't the engine starting?! "dammit! the engine's stalling!" lee yelled as he turned the key and pressed on the gas. "what? no, no, no, that can't be happening now!" you cried. you could see the officer still trying to get into the house, your heart dropping to your stomach as you saw one of them running towards the truck. "lee, come on we need to go!" "i'm trying to, the stupid thing won't start!" you felt panic and fear flood your mind as you saw the officer get closer, a few others right behind him. "lee-" "[y/n], i know, i see them too-"

the engine rattled and creaked still, your palms getting sweaty and you throat tightening. "LEE! GO NOW!" right as you screamed, the engine sputtered to life and lee put the truck in reverse, pressing on the gas. he quickly pulled out of the backyard, speeding down the road. you turned around as you heard police sirens and saw flashes of red and blue lights. a loud popping noise got your attention and you looked in the rear view mirror. when the truck swerved a bit before lee regained his grip on steering wheel, you realized they were shooting at the tires. "we're gonna have to ditch the truck..." lee muttered, driving for a few more minutes before pulling over to the side of the road. the two of you got out, lee grabbing your hand and leading you through the thick trees of the roadside woods. you two ran, the footsteps of the police in your ears not long after. "don't stop running!" lee yelled as the two of you tried your best not to trip over roots and tree stumps. as if this couldn't get any worse, there was a loud bang, causing you scream. you didn't turn around, your feet moving as if they had a mind of their own. you didn't want it to end like this. not like this.

you felt like you'd been running in circles, all of your surroundings starting to blend together and look the same. the loud sound of gunshots rang in your ears and you felt something warm spilling over your skin. you looked down and stopped running as you realized you'd been shot twice, once in the side and once in the back. the pain of it finally hit you, like a burning sensation that just wouldn't stop. you stumbled to the ground, lee's eyes going wide.

"oh god- [y/n], stay with me!" he murmured, his hands shaking as he saw the shirt of his that you wore getting soaked through with blood. "l-lee, you go...i'll just...slow you down-" you grunted, the pain dull and aching, but excruciating. lee took off his tank top and tore it, wrapping it around your middle and tying it off. "i'm not leaving you here." "but-" "i said, i'm not leaving you here!" lee exclaimed, offering you his shoulder as he helped you stand.

it was painful, but you managed to get deep enough into the woods, the cops off your trail for now. your breathing was labored and your face twisted as you groaned in pain. lee undid the makeshift gauze he'd made with his tank top and lifted your shirt. oh...that wasn't good at all. you were bleeding profusely, it seemed like you'd been shot in the spleen. you'd coughed up some blood too while running, so the probability of a lung being hit from behind was high. lee was panicking, bunching the torn tank top up and pressing it to your wound. "h-hold this still, i'll go- i'll go get help. you'll be fine, alright? we'll get you to a hospital!" you could see tears forming in lee's eyes, your heart breaking. you knew you wouldn't make it, not like this. you reached out and took his hand, squeezing it as you took slow breaths. "....eat me...." you mumbled, the color draining from lee's face. "what? no. no, i can't do that, [y/n]!" he stated, shaking his head. "please lee, i'm...i'm not gonna make it-" "yes you are! stop saying that!" lee cried, tears already blurring his vision. you slowly reached your hand out and cupped his cheek, leaning over. lee met you halfway and kissed you full on the lips, and you could feel him pouring every ounce of raw emotion and love he had for you into this one kiss. your cheeks felt wet as you both cried into the kiss, a shaky sigh leaving your lips.

this was the last time he'd ever get to kiss you, the last time he'd ever get to hold you. he'd never be able to wake up with you again, nor go to bed with you. he'd never be able to hear your laughter again, he'd never be able to run his fingers through your hair again, he'd never be able to tell you he loved you with all his heart again. this was the last time. you pulled away, resting your forehead against lee's, his blue-green eyes full of desperation and so much love for you. "wouldn't it be better than watching me suffer, hm? ....if you really love me, i want you to eat me.....bones and all. consume me whole so that i'll be apart of you forever." you murmured weakly, watching as lee's eyes shook with unease. finally, lee let out a shaky breath, leaning in towards your neck. he pulled the shirt down your shoulder, a soft sob leaving him. he then started to press a few soft kisses to your skin, his teeth eventually grazing over it. "i'm sorry..." he whispered between kisses, your hand moving to his hair. "it's okay...." you breathed out, preparing yourself for what might be the most painful but also most precious moment of your life. "i love you...." "i love you too...." you choked out, swallowing thickly as you felt lee bitting down on your neck, starting to add more pressure.

a hot feeling of intense, shredding pain ran through your neck as lee began feast on you, your warm blood filling his mouth. you could hear him crying as he did it, wincing as you screamed and cried in anguish. he held you still, moving in to take another bite, another piece of his heart breaking. the pain was so overwhelming, you felt yourself getting lightheaded, your vision going in and out and your breathing getting uneven. before long, your hand fell from his hair, your body beginning to go limp. it felt like someone ripped lee's heart out and stepped on it, his sobs getting louder. it should have been him, if only it had been him. lee didn't stop and continued to consume you, his lover, who was everything to him. and now, you'd be apart of him forever. 🫀

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[areyoudreaminof]

To Hell With a Reputation: A Mor Playlist

Not who you were expecting? Neither was I! Mor caught me by surprise the first time I read ACOMAF. This bright, fearless, and loyal lady was the first female friend Feyre had ever had, giving her the guidance that the males in her new fae life weren't quite able to give. "Don't Let The Hard Days Win" is probably a mantra for most of us now. Beneath that bubbly exterior, you have this complex individual who has survived terrible trauma and hides a lot of herself, to her own detriment. I think she deserves more in story. Like Cassian's playlist, I gave myself a lot more leeway with the music. Much more colorful sounds, but some darker lyrics. Listen Here! And meet me behind the cut!

PYNK-Janelle Monáe. Grimes)

Pynk like the paradise found Pynk when you're blushing inside, baby Pynk is the truth you can't hide, maybe Pynk like the folds of your brain, crazy Pynk as we all go insane

'Cause, boy, it's cool if you got blue We got the pynk

Raspberry Swirl-Tori Amos

I am not your señorita I am not from your tribe If you want inside her well Boy, you better make her raspberry swirl Things are getting desperate When all the boys can't be men Everybody knows I'm her friend Everybody knows I'm her man

Jesca Hoop-Free of the Feeling

When the ringing bell falls deaf, we go look for dark Where no flag is waving red, we look for dark Out where there's no whites of eyes, out where there's no stars Casting far and watching night, we go look for dark

To get free of the feeling Free of the feeling

Uninvited-Alanis Morissette

Like anyone would be I am flattered by your fascination with me Like any hot blooded woman I have simply wanted an object to crave But you, you're not allowed You're uninvited An unfortunate slight Must be strangely exciting To watch the stoic squirm

Same Ol' Mistakes-Rihanna

I can just hear them now "How could you let us down?" But they don't know what I found Or see it from this way around Feeling it overtake All that I used to hate Worried 'bout every trait I tried but it's way too late All the signs I don't read Two sides of me can't agree When I breathe in too deep Going with what I always longed for

Birch Tree-Foals

Come meet me by the river See how time it flows I'll meet you by the river See how time it flows And when we age Shed our skin and grow We shed our layers Spread our wings and go

Some things Cosmic-Angel Olsen

Before we draw, my dear dear friend I promise you my word If we should part, my dear dear love You know you’re in my heart And though I may be getting older Know that I'm going with you Know that I'm hanging on to the things that you said The things that you said

Laura Palmer-Bastille

Walking out into the dark, cutting out a different path Lead by a beating heart All the people of the town cast their eyes right to the ground In matters of the heart The night was all you had You ran into the night from all you had Found yourself a path up on the ground You ran into the night; you can't be found But this is your heart Can you feel it? Can you feel it?

Ocean Drive-Duke Dumont

As the sirens fill the lonely air Oh, how did we get here now, now, now, babe We see a storm is closing in Pretending we ain't scared

Don't say a word while we dance with the devil You brought a fire to a world so cold We're out of time on the highway to never Hold on (Hold on), hold on (Hold on)

Silent Machine-Cat Power

I walk on through woods and its streets every night Walk through people who walk too close Into each other they're hanging I am told there's a mother you may remember

In the name of the father but never the ghost Me I use the money for those just as hard Who hung his head for the ladies or pretended he did

The Lion's Roar-First Aid Kit

But don't you come here and say I didn't warn you About the way your world can alter And oh how you try to command it all still Every single time it all shifts one way or the other And I'm a goddamn coward, but then again so are you And the lion's roar, the lion's roar Has me evading and hollering for you And I never really knew what to do

Leave a Trace-CHVRCHES

I will show restraint Just like we said we should You think I'll apologise for things I left behind But you got it wrong And I'm as sane as I ever was You talk far too much For someone so unkind I will wipe the salt off of my skin And I'll admit that I got it wrong And there is grey between the lines

Birth in Reverse-St. Vincent

Like a birth in reverse What I saw through the blinds You could say that I'm saying Phenomenal lies On the cosmic eternity Party line

This tune will haunt me through the war Ha, ha, ha, ha ha Laugh all you want but I want more 'Cause what I'm swearing, I've never sworn before

Woman King-Iron & Wine

Blackbird claw, raven wing Under the red sunlight Long clothesline, two shirtsleeves Waving as we go by

Hundred years, hundred more Someday we may see a Woman king, wristwatch time Slowing as she goes to sleep

Rainbow-Kacey Musgraves

When it rains, it pours But you didn't even notice It ain't rainin' anymore It's hard to breathe when all you know is The struggle of stayin' above the risin' water line Well, the sky has finally opened The rain and wind stopped blowin' But you're stuck out in the same ol' storm again You hold tight to your umbrella Well, darlin', I'm just tryin' to tell ya That there's always been a rainbow Hangin' over your head

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[sending-love-letters]

Comin' in hot with some smuty thoughts! ( On on anon cause I'm embarrassed for some reason 😳 I'm normally so shameless...) Ok so I recently discovered the joys of edibles (got legalized in my state not too long ago) and I've been a mess ever since. 🥴🥴

So I APPARENTLY get suuuper chill and mushy brained and low key but HIGH key horny and affectionate when I'm high, like some real dreamy heart eyed cartoon character stuff 😅 , and last night a had the best thought. Slashers seeing you get high and turn into the most submissive, obedient, cloud brained thing. Up for just about anything, and wanting nothing more than to please them and feel good. Assuming prior consent of course. I might have to write a whole fucking post about this JFC.

Since I know you love creep!bottom!Vincent, I'll deposit those particular brainworms here~

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Jesus... he doesn't know where to start with you.

You've practically laid yourself out on a golden platter for him, with a sign stating "Use me as you please!" His mind is swimming with the possibilities, unsure where to go first, and you climbing into his lap to pushing your face into his neck and run your hands all over him isn't helping! You make up his mind for him when you sink to your knees in front of him and start grabbing at his zipper. He spreads his legs and lets you get to work, doing everything he's taught you he likes.

Before he lets you finish things though, he's gonna use you like his personal toy, which... you basically are ;). He's gonna be the biggest handful of bossy, bratty, asshole bottom you've ever seen. He's grinning as he pulls you off his drool covered cock, the pathetic whine you let out making him feel every bit the smug shit he is. He brings a finger to your chest and your addled brain can just barely make out him tracing SLUT across your skin, all you do is nuzzle his thighs in response.

He stands up, shedding his clothes under your hungry gaze, he wanders over to the clothing wrack to grab a thin scarf, then over to his bed. He lays himself down on the bed and crooks a finger at you in a "come here" motion, then huffs a raspy laugh when instead of standing, you crawl over to the bed before joining him on it.

He ties the scarf around your neck like a leash and collar, grabs the lube from the nightstand and tosses it at you, and tells you to get to work. The next hour or so is spent with your fingers pumping in and out of his hole, while he moans and sighs and humps up into your pliant mouth, tugging on your "leash" when he wants you to go harder, all the while you're sitting there doing everything you can to draw more from him, please him, give him much pleasure as possible. The night ends with him forcing you over his face and sucking and licking at you and into you, while you shiver and shake and gasp and sigh above him.

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Fuck that was long. This is by far the dirtyest thing I've written/confessed. 🫢😳

Is okay, I am also a little shy about my own thots and likes~ I am not the type to judge. Feel free to drop any other brainworms in my inbox. 👀💘

I am happy to know that the edibles have been hitting well. 👀

ALSO, LET ME KNOW WHEN YOU DECIDE TO WRITE ABOUT IT!!!

And you know me too well, creep, submissive and bottom Vincent (or any other of my sweethearts) is my undoing ahajsklsla.

NONNY... NONNY...

I am barking, frothing at the mouth, biting my pillow, screaming, crying, throwing up, punching the walls.

Gosh, I know Vincent will be so mean about it too. He's going to take full advantage at how pliant and needy and just plain on pathetic you are acting. Holding you down and pulling you off whenever he wants. Like an excited puppy I'm-...

Oh gosh... the (not so) subtle tracing of s l u t on your chest and just thinking too long on it before he sees the spark of recognition and just grinning at it.

I am also LOSING MY MIND AT THE "USING A SCARF AS A LEASH"!? Vincent... please... I am not into choking but please... scarf me up daddy (cringes). I will do my best to pleasure you please one chance. He's going to get so damn whiny and flustered. Considering he is so greedy he'll push you into overstimulating him till he cries so don't you dare stop.

Also... he might be a bottom who is being absolutely needy but in this case, you definitely aren't in control... I am dead... I am dead. Just picturing him holding tightly onto your hips as he pleasures you with him mouth and no matter how much you try to tell him to slow down he just goes faster and sloppier...

He's going to mention that to his lover once the fog goes away from their brain. He can't wait to see how you react after all is done.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts, they're absolutely sinful 🫀🫀🫀

[scarletttries]

You Are In Love (Eddie Munson x Reader series)

Part Nine: You Fight, Then You Talk

Pairing: Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) x F! Reader

Tags: ANGST! Whoop Whoop, I have been waiting to get to these lyrics and am about to break hearts and then gradually piece them back together (don't worry there's always a happy ending when you are in love :) )

Word Count: 4.3k (!)

Author's Note: This is the ninth part of an Eddie Munson series inspired by Taylor Swift's "You Are In Love". Links for other parts on my Eddie Munson Masterlist :) As always please feel free to send me thoughts and headcanons for Eddie Munson <3

You kiss on sidewalks, You fight then you talk. One night he wakes, Strange look on his face, Pauses, then says, You're my best friend. And you knew what it was, He is in love.

It was confusing at times. Exciting at others. And a strange amount of maths was involved. But as you watched Eddie dramatically tip over the final miniature beast posed delicately on the decorative board, you finally understood why what seemed like a silly game had meant so much to him. Eddie had seemed like a more vibrant version of himself over those two hours watching him run the Dungeons and Dragons game, confidence pouring out of him with every eloquent word shared among friends. He was bright and animated, the wide smile plastered over his face one you usually only saw him wear in moments alone together, clearly in his element in a way you hadn't seen since that night was on stage at the The Hideout. And it had all those proud, affectionate feelings bubbling up inside you even stronger than the first time. As the party dispersed for the evening, piling into a number of impatient vehicles driven by several older siblings and one Steve Harrington, you and Eddie hung back for a moment, waiting until you were finally alone on the concrete sidewalk to throw your arms excitedly around his neck.

"That was amazing! YOU were amazing Eddie! Thank you!" Latching onto his shoulders you drew yourself upwards, peppering the side of his face and neck in small kisses wherever your lips could reach.

"You don't have to thank me sweetheart, I'm just glad it wasn't too boring for you." Eddie laughed, rubbing one hand over the back of his neck in modesty, blushing from your gushing praise.

"Boring? It was incredible! You are so smart, and so talented, and your characters were so funny! You're really great at this Edward Munson, and I'm so happy you let me sit in." You let your lips fall to his before he could rebuff any of the compliments, silencing him in the only reliable way you'd found. Surrendering to your loving embrace Eddie accepted the sweet words, heart just as full at having you by his side for the evening. Wrapping his arms over your back he pulled back slowly, drinking in the sight of your features illuminated in the gentle glow of a streetlight before noticing the raised goosebumps starting to decorate your skin. Reaching for his own shoulders, ready to shed his denim adornment and donate it to your worthy cause, he found soft fabric instead, making a realisation,

"I left my jacket inside, go let yourself in and get the van warming up, and then as soon as I have my jacket back, it's yours." He fished his keys out his jeans, handing them to you with a kiss on the cheek before racing back through the school's double doors. The doors had barely crashed shut behind Eddie when he came to a halt, hit by his second realisation in as many minutes: Hellfire seemed to finish at the same time as basketball practice.

Waiting for him in the dimly lit hall was about half the team, watching his exchange with you through the doors surreptitiously. Hunter stood at the front of the small group, a mix of rage and jealousy stirring within him as he came face to face with the consequences of his own behaviour. Sure, he'd heard rumours about you and Eddie being together since you'd called things off with him, but up until this point Hunter had written those off as just a byproduct of his messy outburst on the day you broke up. Never did he expect to see you wrapped up in Eddie's arms, smiling in a way you never had for him. Eddie froze as Hunter opened his mouth, unsure whether to run or stand his ground as bitter laughter erupted from the jock,

"Wow, talk about a desperate rebound!" The crowd behind him echoed his laughter, a few of their looks of disgust almost turning to pity as they took in Eddie's panicked stare, "I must have really broken (y/n)'s heart if this is the depths she's sunk to." Hunter continued, almost disguising the venom in his voice with his condescending tone as he looked straight past Eddie to the silhouette of you fading through the glass doors.

"Don't worry fellas," He said smugly, patting his closest teammate on the back as he spoke, "If any of you want a turn you'll get your chance any day now. She's clearly just doing this for attention, she'll get bored of the freak show soon enough."

Eddie could feel the bile climbing up the back of his throat at the words, his heart beating in his ears, his whole body seeming to burn with seething hurt. He wanted to spit out a reply, to defend you, to defend himself. But as he opened his mouth, nothing but empty silence came out, an ache taking over his eyes that told him he wasn't about to win this discussion. A fresh round of laughter erupted at his reaction, fading behind him as he crashed back through the doors and outside into the cool night air, even that not enough to start to soothe the hot flash of lightning bottled up inside him. He had never felt so stupid or hurt, of course you were going to get fed up of being with the freak eventually. Of course another jock would be waiting in the wings the second you did. He was angry at himself for opening up to you and falling headfirst. He was angry at Hunter for turning one of his favourite nights into one of his worst. And he was angry at you, for getting his hopes up, for making him think he might not always have to be alone, for letting him think someone could finally love him the way he needed you to.

As he slammed the van's door open, you jolted in your seat, before asking innocently,

"What happened to your jacket?" Eddie crashed the door shut with equal force, mumbling under his breath,

"It doesn't fucking matter." Before turning the radio up to a volume that would ensure you didn't say another word to him. You watched him as he sped out of the car park, every part of him rigid with tension, the veins in his neck flaring as he clenched his jaw tight. Both his hands gripped the wheel with white hot intensity, neither them nor his gaze wandering over to your side of the car as they usually would. Through the dark waves of his hair you could almost make out the flecks of red in his eyes, like he was holding himself together with every ounce of control he had, getting you back outside your front door in almost half his usual time. As he stopped the van the radio cut to quiet, finally leaving you with a window to try and speak,

"Eddie, is everything okay?" You asked softly, worried for the usually sweet boy as he cast a less than friendly look your way,

"I'm fine. And you're home now, so.." His tone was almost cruel as he nodded his head towards your door, the first time in months he hadn't rushed round to get it. It wasn't like him at all, but as you reached out to set your hand on his, hoping to get his guard down for a moment he recoiled from your touch, eyes fixed to the door behind you.

"Okay, well if you change your mind I'm here if you wanna talk. About anything. You know that right?" You replied softly, opening the door for yourself and hopping down before turning to give Eddie a small wave.

"Whatever, maybe you should just leave me alone." He spat out coldly as you shut the door, despondence in his eyes as he sped off into the night before you could respond. You felt your stomach drop at the thought of Eddie being so hurt, sure there must be something behind it, and trying to quiet the voice in your head telling you that you must have done something wrong. As you watched his tail lights disappear into the dark you took a deep breath, trying to settle the anxiety stirring up inside you and resolving to give Eddie a few days of space before you tried to talk to him again. All you could do was respect his wishes, even if the way he delivered them had hurt you more than you thought he ever could. That night you held your 'Eddie bear' extra tight and reassured yourself things would work out. That's what you do for the person you love.

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Day 0 - Thursday Night: Eddie barely slept a wink, his night passing in a blur of tearful regrets and staring at the phone that hung on his wall. He wanted to call you so badly, to apologise, to make things right. But then he'd return to fixating on what Hunter said, the sting at the thought that you'd move on from him soon enough, leaving him to feel like this night after night. Eddie needed to believe that wasn't true, getting as close as picking up the phone around 3am but putting it back down at the realisation that after his outburst you might not want to hear from him anyway.

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Day 1 - Friday: A lingering ache settled in your chest as you climbed into the passenger seat of Steve Harrington's car, the thought of a few days not speaking to Eddie already feeling like a dark cloud blocking all sunlight from reaching your day. You'd spent the better part of an hour relaying Eddie's demand to an immediately outraged Robin, the anxiety in your voice overpowering any concern she had about the change in behaviour from Eddie. Robin had naturally decided you'd get a lift to school with her instead, to save you from either being stranded or having to endure an uncomfortably quiet van ride. So as you messed with the radio in Steve's car and he spoke in his knowledgeable way about boy's deep down just being idiots, and how this would all blow over, you missed the dark shadow of a van pulling up outside your house just a little too late, its heartbroken driver starting to realise being left alone wasn't what he wanted at all.

It was easy enough to avoid Eddie at school; you sat with Chrissy and the cheerleaders at lunch, stuck with Robin for your classes, and generally did a pretty good job of avoiding Eddie's gaze as you passed each other throughout the day, despite being able to feel the leering eyes of the Hellfire table as you passed it walking through the cafeteria. The group watched as Eddie's intense stare followed you to your new table, transfixed all through lunch at the fact that you could so easily stay away from him, not seeming anything close to the torn-apart mess he felt today. He dismissed the caring questions from Lucas, who had spent enough time yearning for Max's attention that he recognised Eddie's expression quicker than anyone else,

"Did you and (y/n) have a fight? It wasn't about last night's D&D was it?"

"It's nothing." Eddie spat back venomously, before letting out a sigh and apologising, recognising his cutting words where what had pushed you away in the first place,

"Yeah we had a fight last night. It's never really happened before." He said quietly, not wanting the rest of the table to intrude on his private life. Lucas nodded knowingly, giving Eddie a sympathetic look before trying to reassure him,

"I wouldn't worry about it too much man, Max breaks up with me all the time, but we always end up back together after a couple of days, just give it a day." Lucas turned back to the rest of the group, sensing Eddie didn't want to say much more on the topic, leaving the long-haired boy to ruminate on the possibility that tomorrow might be okay, that this might not be the end of your place in his life.

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Day 2 Saturday: By Saturday afternoon Eddie was ready to pull out his hair, his whole morning spent pacing through the trailer, willing the phone to ring. You hadn't said anything to him all of Friday, in his mind already moving on from being his girlfriend and resuming your happy life from before he was ever in it. In your mind, all you were doing was giving Eddie the space he had asked for for a few days, confident that after a weekend to himself he'd feel ready to open up and tell you what was on his mind. Accepting that the phone wasn't going to ring of its own accord he finally snatched it off the wall, the familiar melody of your phone number playing out as he tried to reach your home. No answer.

Determined not to fall back into his pitiful spiraling Eddie decided if you weren't home, chances are you were with Robin, speeding out of the trailer park and straight towards Family Video.

"You've got a lot of nerve coming here Munson!" Robin said viciously across the counter, the desperation in Eddie's face and the red lines etched in his eyes softening her tone slightly. He scanned the small shop, desperate to find your face among the shelves, but only finding Steve Harrington,

"Robin, you can't really speak to customers like that." Steve sighed deflatedly, knowing he was fighting a losing battle, but trying to be professional nonetheless.

"I deserve it." Eddie said quickly, shame flooding into him as he realised you must have told them both about what he said, the fact that they knew that he had messed up the best thing in his life over a snide comment from a man he didn't even respect. "I know she probably doesn't want to speak to me right now, but please tell me where she is so I can try and apologise." Eddie clasped his hands together under Robin's nose, the sadness in his plea making this power dynamic a lot less fun than she'd thought it would be. Knowing you deserved the opportunity to hear Eddie out, your own hurt feeling shrouding your conversations with Robin for the last 24 hours, she relented,

"Listen Eddie, she'll be at home all day tomorrow, just wait until then and then go explain yourself." She offered, knowing what was about to follow,

"But where is she right now?" Eddie persisted, unsure he could cope with another sleepless night of desperately clutching the bear you'd won him all those months ago.

"She's going to a party." Robin sighed, watching a fresh wave of despair wash over Eddie at the thought. "It's with one of the cheer team girls, I don't know who or where they live so you can't go crash it, and you shouldn't anyway. Don't ruin another one of her nights, just wait until tomorrow." She finished resolutely, Eddie nodding quietly and thanking her as he slunk out of the shop, mind full of images of you surrounded by every interested boy in school and no longer held back by any commitment to him.

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Day 3 Sunday: It was terrifying feeling like everything hung on a single conversation. As Eddie sat in his van round the corner from your house he passed hours trying to remember how he had made it through a day before you came into his life, sure there was a time he could live without you but even more sure that wasn't the case any more. All his anger from Thursday night's interaction now landed firmly on his shoulders, furious at himself for ruining the best thing in his life and hurting you in the process. His whole evening had consisted of desperately hoping you at least missed him a little bit too, not embracing your newfound freedom to replace him as quickly as he had tried to replace the vindictive boy that came before him. He just needed a sliver of hope that he could convince you to take him back, even if deep down he knew he didn't deserve that chance at redemption. Finally as the sun began to set around him, the sky darkening with his mood, he forced himself to get out of his seat and walk towards your door.

After spending half the party finding yourself hoping Eddie would turn up to do business and you'd finally be able to speak to him, and the other half having to remind drunken jocks that you did in fact have a boyfriend, you were more than ready to have your talk with Eddie. With each attempted call to the Munson residence, always met with no response, you found yourself sitting on your bedroom floor next to the phone, reading the same sentence of your book again and again, willing something to change. The faint noise of tiles being scraped by more than just rain finally drew you attention to your window, startled by the shape in black that you found huddled there, clambering towards you. You dashed to the window to open it, not sure Eddie had really thought through his approach as he all but tumbled onto your floor.

"Eddie, are you okay?" You asked, baffled by his behaviour and not confident in his ability to get onto your roof unscatched.

"No, I'm not okay." He choked out, voice already wavering as he knelt up, not able to lift himself any higher in his sorry state. You looked down at the hunch figure before you and almost felt bad for not reaching out sooner. For the first time, Eddie looked truly awful. His rain soaked hair was stuck in all directions, tangled from days of frustrating tugging. His skin was almost grey, features sunken, like he hadn't slept since your last conversation, his eyes bloodshot and glistening, tears ready to erupt any second in a constant stream that had lasted all weekend. His shoulders shook as he stared down at your floor, each breath he took shaky and broken as he tried to force out the perfect words to make everything okay again.

"I'm so sorry (y/n), I should have never told you to leave me alone, I was a dick and you deserve so much better. But I need you. I can't function without you any more, and I know you could have anyone and it's my fault that we broke up, but I am begging you. Please take me back. Give me another chance and I promise i'll be better. I'll never take you for granted again, and I'll be a better boyfriend and I'll do anything you ask. Just please don't give up on me. Please don't leave me alone." The words poured out in a flow of sobs and tears, the word alone never sounding so frightening as when Eddie said it, staring up at you with his big, brown eyes, pleading for forgiveness and a second chance you hadn't thought was needed.

"Eddie," you said softly, trying to sound reassuring if not a little confused, "we didn't break up?" His trembling hands brushed the hair out of his face so he could see your unreadable expression better, trying to make sense of your seemingly cryptic words.

"What?" He sobbed in response, watching in awe as your warm hands reached to encompass his.

"You asked me to leave you alone, so I was just giving you some space for a few days because it seemed like that's what you needed. And yeah it hurt my feelings a little bit, but I didn't think you broke up with me, and I definitely didn't dump you." You spelled it out, watching Eddie's disbelief as he finally absorbed this information. He was so distraught at the thought of his life with you being over that he didn't even consider he might have been overreacting, misreading the situation through his self-loathing lens. You weren't ignoring him and moving on, you'd just been trying to help him, you were just being a good girlfriend. His girlfriend. The thought played over in his mind as you crouched down, sinking to Eddie's eye level to try and better gauge his state.

"So I'm still your boyfriend?" He asked hopefully, feeling his pulse begin to slow for the first time in days as a soft smile spread across your features,

"As long as that's what you want." You responded, watching him nod frantically, questioning again,

"That's all I want." Bringing your hands to lips for a gentle kiss, bowing to them in solemn prayer, basking in your reverence, "But I hurt your feelings?" He continued, stomach turning at the thought alone,

"You did." You responded honestly, "You were mean, and I didn't like how you spoke to me. But something was clearly wrong, and you weren't yourself, and I was sure once you had a chance to feel better you'd apologise and we'd talk and then it would all be okay again. Like this." You watched Eddie nod thoughtfully at your words as you spoke, "You don't have to always be perfect Eddie. And sometimes I'll say the wrong thing and your feelings might end up hurt. People have fights, but that doesn't mean everything comes to an end. And when those fights happen, we just need to take a breath and talk it through, and we'll work it out, okay?"

Eddie had never thought it in as many words, but up until that moment he'd felt the inescapable need to be a 'perfect' boyfriend to you. Like he needed to do everything right to make up for being him. He thought his one outburst would be enough to make you see who he truly was, like everything good he'd tried to be for you would be erased. But as you softly ran your fingers through his matted hair, planting your lips on his forehead, the action calming his mind, Eddie felt relief. Not just that you were still his, but that you hadn't changed your mind about him when you saw his less favourable side. That he could get things wrong, and slip and fall, and you'd still be by his side, helping him back up. That he wasn't going to end alone again. And as you helped Eddie back to his feet this time, pulling him into a hug he didn't realise how desperately he needed, Eddie felt a sense of security he hadn't ever felt before. Like he could live his whole life this way.

As you pulled back slightly, Eddie could see the transfer from his rainy jacket littered across your sweater, a reminder of just where he was.

"I should probably go, I don't want to take up your whole night." He managed to say without his voice faltering, feeling a little embarrassed by his emotional plea at the misread situation. But you gave his hands a warm squeeze and shook your head,

"Stay. Please. I really missed you."

His smile grew slowly across his face, creasing the corners of his sore eyes, dry for the first time in days and finally going to stay that way. He shed his damp outer layers, turning his back slightly as you pulled on your pyjamas, but not before recognising the loose black t-shirt as his own. He felt the familiar warmth growing inside him as he finally started to feel like things were going to be okay, like the world wasn't cracking beneath him, separating him from all the happiest things with an insurmountable gulf. Eddie watched you, basking in your calming energy as you went about your nightly routine, pausing occasionally to smile at Eddie, or explain your actions before finally you laced your fingers in his, walking him over to the bed and pulling him in alongside you. By the time you placed your hand gently on the side of his face, running your thumb in careful lines across his tired expression, only the dim light from a bedside lamp highlighted your forms. Eddie felt almost serene beneath the folds of your blankets, an arm slowly wrapping around your waist to ensure nothing could pull you away from the sacred place you had built. The soft sensation of your hand on his face, the kindness in your eyes as you soothed his weary mind, the feeling of your warm bodies entangled as drowsiness started to wash you over; it all felt right. And while on the surface nothing had been changed by your first fight, your feelings towards Eddie clearly unaffected as you cuddled closer to him, relaxing against him as you began to settle for the night, Eddie knew he did feel a little different.

He felt better. He'd been trying so hard to be perfect for you, terrified that any mistake would rip away the joy-filled life he could start to see forming in front of him, that happy ending still feeling ultimately out of reach. But now it felt real, like he could mess up, he could try and fail, and he'd survive. He felt like he could do just about anything, as long as he had you. As long as you were on the same team, nothing could stop that happy ending, and Eddie felt more confident in your relationship than he'd ever felt about anything when he thought about his future.

"I lo- " He breathed, stopping before he could complete the sentence as your eyes blinked open and met his thoughtful gaze. As he watched your curious expression in the dim light, it brought him back to the way you'd stared up at him in the light of the movie theatre, his conversation on titles with Robin flooding back as he gulped again.

"You're my best friend." He tried again, the depth of adoration in his dark brown eyes clear even with the lights out. You could almost feel his heart pounding against his chest as he watched you smile slightly in the heavy silence he left in the air between you, until finally you replied knowingly,

"I love you too Edward Munson." His lips found yours for the last time that night, as he let the daunting realisation echo in his mind: He is in love.

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[sayhellotothedusk]

For Henry 🫁 only

The way I imagine the whole thing is admittedly simple

I've gotten home from an overnight shift, tired but very happy to be home and finally crawl into bed with you, just home in time to know you'll still be asleep if you had good luck staying asleep.

You can imagine my joy, double checking your text or walking in and seeing that little signal we agreed on for days like these, hoping against everything that you slept well and deeply for more then simply the love of you.

Imagine my joy, walking as quietly as I'm able in the front door, muffling it's click behind me and shedding work clothes as carefully as I can before I go to see if youre asleep. Imagine how excited I am, seeing you soundly asleep in the bed we share, sporting whatever we decide tells me exactly what you want to be woken up to.

Between aching joints and an aching heart my love, there's a part of me that aches far worse, and you just gave me the green light to soothe at least that ache so we can both rest easy.

It's all too exciting to be able to spread soft kisses across you, trying so hard to stay delicate enough not to wake you prematurely, a game testing just how featherlight I can be. Hearing your soft breaths against my skin, freezing at the slightest shifts, holding my breath till you seem to settle and leave me free to take handfuls of you for myself to admire.

I wish my words were more adequate in how long I'd love to take, but with the sun coming up I know I won't have forever, just long enough if I'm careful to give you a proper good morning.

Eventually I might not have the patience or fear running out of time, and so I wander lower for a taste of you, knowing you'll open up so easily if I move you gently enough. I'm free to admire you then, how the wetness of you glistens on my fingers, how good it feels to finally be able to touch you and the thrill of the risk I might wake you up too soon.

Listening to you get more breathy, little clipped sounds come through without a thought. I wonder if you truly process much about the moment, if your mind registers anything other than the feeling that touch causes, if you're any closer to feeling it with each finger that gets added, rubbing inside and out. Slowly, carefully, trying to stretch you open but by bit and not take too long, saying small blessings for the curtains that ward off the full brightness of morning light long enough to allow me this moment.

I know I'd be overeager, all too desperate to pull my fingers or tongue and lips from you (as devastating as it would be). How difficult it would be to sink in slowly enough not to wake you at first, starting to draw closer to being impossible to sleep through.

Those gorgeous broken little whines, high and fragile as glass in my ears, all too close to disturbing that hazy state of mind.

Whether you wake or not, you offer me an absolutely gorgeous sight, relaxed completely and utterly, my love, my sunshine. The way you stretch around the length of me, every gorgeous and undignified sounds you're simply too exhausted or unaware you're even making. You are absolutely perfect this way.

It can end one of two ways really, and both are equally exciting.

The first is that I happen to wake my pretty baby up just a little too early. Perhaps I was too hasty, too intensive too quickly, or maybe you simply rose from sleep faster then I could see through the game. I lost, but I would hardly call what follows a bad thing. Stirred awake to the feeling of being full, of being gently broken down. If you're awake, I have no reason to pretend I'm doing anything else, and I can add much louder things to my tools just to see you crumble, to watch you cum for me before you even have the thoughts enough to process words, to feel yourself be filled as deep as I can.

The second is that I win, I don't quite wake you too early, or whatever I do is simply not quite enough to fully raise you from the depths of sleep. I hope you're having a good dream baby, given the pretty sounds you keep making, the nonsense mumbling. I hope that even if you don't wake up, I get to watch you tense, feel you squeeze me tight and take every drop I have for you. When you wake at your true hour, dizzy with the remaining euphoria, still soaked and leaking what I left for you.

Either way, no matter when you wake up, it will be a lovely time for me to take care of my bedtime routine, after I can smother you in kisses and clean up after myself of course. A wonderful way to say good morning, and goodnight for my post shift bedtime with you beside me.

[thedelolos]

neverafter ep. 4live thoughts

okay here are my live thoughts from neverafter ep. 4 under the cut

Live thoughts on Neverafter 4

The opening didn’t change?? I hope that this means good things for the party 

THEY STARTED WITH BRENNAN ALONE ufbbuw Like you can just tell by the audio quality change (there aren’t any other people to reverb against so the mic sounds flatter)

YES GEPPETTO

WE ARE GETTING TIMELOOP? HVGJHKGHHKT

SOLO PLAY

“Hey lou, you wanna come play some dnd?”

“I don’t know, cause it feels like you’ll kill me again”

This is great truly

Wait are we getting like? An episode of solo sessions?? That’s really cool tbh

I will be making a lou reaction image because these facial expressions that he’s making are really good Poor pinocchio, i can’t imagine being in this state 

“While the world was changing, the rules were not” i think that line is actually really powerful, like it’s small. But i think it is central to pinocchio as a character. 

WHO’S THIS??

WE GOT A CRICKET

Where’s my ghost cricket art 

Yooo Pinocchio ghost 

One man’s dead is another man’s alive

Pinocchio is so sad and i feel bad for him 

“With that attitude it might just stay different”

Strings?? Stepmother again? 

Wait was that the door behind brennan?? That’s really cool 

Gosh Stepmother is terrifying 

A missing doorknob?? He actually got the door knob.

WAIT BRO DON’T TELL HER BRO 

‘YOU WERE FRUENDS”

NO THE NOSE 

Give me the knife

Untranslusent 

The long arm, this is really some other mother stuff 

Pinocchio gotta break that nose back off quick, he’s gonna have to lie if he wants to break free of her   

SNAPS THE NOSE OFF YOUR FACE YO WHAT

Yeah i’m officially terrified of her 

“Who do we know who has blood?”

NOOOOO SHE’S GONNA TAKE BLOOD FROM HIS DAD NOO

BRENNAN BIRD NOISES

NOOOO SHE USED HIS NOSE 

SHE’S SO EVIL AND MANIPULATIVE

No more Senator?? *cries*

“Dreamy – and all it cost was my father’s blood”

“The mice were not taken into consideration” no because nobody ever remember the mice

A NAT 20 AND NO ONE IS HERE TO CELEBRATE

Violence in Amanti?? 

Like the drawings in tim’s book?? Interesting. So it seems like she has some sway over the stories, if she can put him into a new one 

I’m really curious to see how things change for pib 

Dropped attachments? Dropped to all fours 

Follow the curiosity, become a truer version of yourself 

SPIRIT CAT 

Shedding your skin? 

Wait are they the same people who become different people in different tales? 

So the role of the cat is to subvert the story one way or another? 

Could Zac come back as the rabbit or the fox? 

“Not all shit’s the same buddy” 

Cat i love you never change 

New boots and cape, a darker story? 

A little less paddington lol  

A ring and daggers, inchresting 

Wolf’s fang daggers

She awakes back in her bed, fresh flowers in the the vase. Wait are we finally gonna get to meet cindy?? 

Yo this armor is cool as hell 

“We’re somewhere a little unfinished”

“We can die more often than most people”

Poor Rosamund

So do Rosamund and Cinderella and Snow

Destiny is a project by the fairies 

This line about the coat is epic 

So Rosamund is a Ranger 

Cinderella is an Eldritch Knight Fighter or Paladin maybe?

A Snow is a spellcaster, based on the learning line i’m gonna go wizard 

CRIT

DANG THESE NARRATIVE CRITS 

So the book has awakened the party?

 Many of the kinder worlds have already died, keep an eye out for witches and and especially fairies 

12 DANCING PRINCESSES??

So basically Snow and Cindy are creating a coalition of princesses 

7 fairies?? 

Wisdom as one of the gifts? That makes so much sense with rangers being wis casters

YOO She’s got the spindle now that’s so cool, i wonder if she can use that to put other people to sleep, like if it is attached to an arrow 

I wonder if Red and Pib are in the same woods, 

“you already killed me once?” is that how red got her curse?

I wonder if the cha check is gonna come up 

Ylfa i love you you silly little girl

“The only time you will accept to make your life worthwhile is forever” that’s metal brennan

“My grandma taught me how to shop” 

YLFA ASKING ABOUT JACK CRYING

Ylfa really do be like, “Can I call my grandma? I’d like to phone a friend”

YLFA I’M CRYING SHE DESERVES SO MUCH BETTER THAN THIS WORLD

“There’s a part of her that ate the wolf too” grandma got grandma swag 

I really hope that the warmth on the cloak is a protection enhancement or something bc if were gonna open ylfa’s bottleneck again then she’s gotta have a higher AC lol 

Blood in the water oh no 

MURPH NAT 1 

YO IT’S PINOCCHIO’S FAIRY

I’m very suspicious of her 

Mmmm nope i’m here for the princess revolution i don’t trust the fairies 

NOPE DO NOT TELL THIS FAIRY ABOUT THE BOOK 

“If anything this is a sequel” lol

So Elody is part of the princess pact (yes that is what i am calling the princesses now)

DO NOT GIVE THIS SHARD

I don’t think she can touch the glass because it’s an artifact to go in the book 

Wait so did gerard never get turned human in this new story?

Curious to see how ally’s play through is different because mother goose is the holder of the book 

“Run afoul” i’m crying brennan

Mother goose is preserving the stories in the way they should be and leaving them happy?

So jack is not mother goose’s son in this world So that is how this world will be darker for mother goose, because his son won’t be his son there 

So the gander is satan and the goose is god? 

WAIT WAS I RIGHT ABOUT MOTHER GOOSE’S SUBCLASS?? COLLEGE OF SPIRITS WOULD BE SO GOOD IF THEY CAN JUST SUMMON STORIES FROM THE BOOK 

Maybe it’s a modified version of the subclass with the stories as new homebrewed tale from beyond options to choose from 

I think i trust the goose? Because the goose doesn’t seem to want to control the stories 

“You view all the world as your children” crying 

“It’s a very safe waiting room”

Extra spells known?? Intriguing, hopefully more crowd control and heals 

“The book is not as special as the man who holds it” 

Yay everyone back to the table!!

That was a really good episode, i’m really glad that we have this timeloop this is gonna be a fun season

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