#like if youre in that much of a rush to get through the dungeon maybe you shouldn't be doing dungeons ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[cynda-queer]

FFXIV really is a nightmare to play as a tank or healer now, huh? Especially if you're a shaky healer and/or tank.

[berryz-writes]

Blue

Azriel x reader

Summary: There's a large contrast between the warm and gentle Az you get to enjoy versus the cold and quiet demeanour he reserves for others

Note: FIRST FULL WEEK I HAVE THINGS PLANNED OUT FOR. this isn't entirely my favourite but fuck it we ball <33 enjoy lovelies

@azrielappreciationweek day 1

The kitchen is a warm, flour-dusted haven, filled with the sweet scent of sugar and vanilla as Azriel leans over my shoulder, watching me whisk the batter with an amused glint in his eyes.

“You know,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my neck, “you could just let me do that.” He slips his arms around my waist, pulling me gently against him. “Your hands might get tired.”

I laugh, nudging him with my elbow. “I think I can handle a little whisking.” I turn to face him, catching the soft, rare smile that lights his face, the one that only appears when it’s just us. I lean up, brushing a light kiss to his lips, and feel him pull me closer, his fingers resting at the small of my back.

“Hmm,” he hums, deep and quiet, his lips lingering just a moment longer. “You taste like sugar.”

“You’re distracting me,” I say, trying and failing to keep a straight face.

“Good,” he replies, his voice low. His gaze drops to the cupcakes cooling on the counter, and he raises an eyebrow. “They’re missing something.”

“Exactly,” I sigh, surveying the icing jars and realizing I’ve run out of the last colour I need. I hesitate, glancing at him, knowing he’s had a long week of missions and should probably be resting. But he just tilts his head, a patient smile on his face, like he already knows what I’m about to ask.

“Could you pick up more icing for me?” I ask, brushing a bit of flour off his cheek, unable to hide my smile. “Please?”

He chuckles softly, reaching up to tuck a stray hair behind my ear. “Anything for you.” There’s a gentle warmth in his eyes, a soft devotion that melts me from the inside out.

As he steps back, he squeezes my hand. “Save a few for me?”

“All of them,” I reply with a grin, watching as he heads to the door, wings stretching wide in the golden afternoon light. He gives me one last look before taking off, a dark silhouette against the sky.

Azriel's POV

Flying over the city, my mind lingers on her, the soft warmth of her laugh, the way her eyes light up when I walk into the room. She’s goddess incarnate, far too perfect for me.

The cold air rushes past as I fly, enjoying the time to stretch out my wings to their fullest.

But halfway through my journey, I feel Rhysand’s voice slip into my thoughts, quiet and laced with urgency.

Azriel, we have a guest in the dungeons. I need answers from him if you're available, it's urgent

I think about his words. Maybe if it had been a few months ago Rhys wouldn't have added the part of me being "available" knowing I was waiting at the chance to distract my mind. But ever since y/n walked into my life it was getting easier and easier to spend days doing nothing except enjoy her company. No torture sessions. No constant dagger sharpening. Just time spent with her.

Fine.

Was the simple reply I gave. It would only take a few minutes of my time.

The warmth I felt just minutes ago fades as I turn, heading down toward the underground jail, where shadows and silence reign. My shadows coil tighter around me, sharper, attuned to the work at hand as I descend into the dim halls of the dungeon.

The heavy door creaks open, and I step inside to find the prisoner chained to a chair, his gaze faltering as he meets mine. He tries to summon some defiance, but I can see the fear flicker beneath it, his breaths shallow as my shadows drift closer, surrounding him in darkness. This won’t take long.

I approach him slowly, letting each step echo off the stone walls. Leaning forward, I let my voice drop to a low, controlled murmur, knowing how much more effective a whisper can be. “Let's make this quick. Tell me everything you know"

I didn't have to elaborate on what I meant by everything. He knew what I was here for and I would get it one way or another.

He’s silent at first, eyes darting, and I can see him calculating his options. But there’s no fight in him, not against what he senses I’m capable of. My shadows close in, tightening like a noose around him, each word I speak dripping with cold intent.

After a slow drag of my dagger down the column of his neck the information begins to spill out, fast and frantic. I listen carefully, never blinking, absorbing each detail.

No need for lost blood; I extract every piece with surgical precision, each question laced with the promise of what could happen if he resists. Soon, he’s left shuddering, broken, and silent.

I silently thank the cauldron he didn't make this difficult otherwise I would have to clean up before getting to my wife and the thought of keeping her waiting was not something I enjoyed.

Before I leave, I pause, tilting my head as I look down at him with one last, almost casual question. “Pick a colour.”

His face twists in confusion, fear giving way to bewilderment. “Uh… blue,” he stammers, his voice barely above a whisper.

I give him a curt nod, acknowledging his choice before I turn and leave him to the shadows that linger. As I step into the fresh air aboveground, I make my way to a small shop, selecting a container of bright blue icing, a flash of colour that feels strange against the cold efficiency of what I’ve just done.

When I arrive home, I find her at the counter, surrounded by stacks of sweet heaven. She lights up as she sees me, her eyes crinkling with happiness. "Az! Thank you my love" she says, taking the container and pressing a warm kiss to my cheek.

I'd be lying if i said I didn't melt.

But then she pauses, glancing at me, a flicker of something unreadable in her gaze. “What took so long?”

I shake my head, not wanting her to worry “You don’t need to worry” I murmur, my voice gentle. “Rhys just needed something done”

She watches me closely, as if weighing my words, a knowing look in her eyes. But she doesn’t press. Instead, she smiles softly, letting her fingers brush over mine as she returns to her cupcakes.

I linger there, watching her work, feeling the lightness return to my chest as I settle back into the life we share. She doesn’t push, and I’m grateful.

With her I feel like life is worth living.

note: should have azriel year tbh

[novvabee]

We're Just Glad You're Ok

summary: poly!marauders x reader, you have a sleep potion mishap

cw: sleep potion malfunction, passing out, health scare?, hospital, swearing a few times, i guess you can call some of it angst?

word count: 2.2k

You only had twelve hours left until this stupid potion needed to be ready in order to show Slughorn. 

This potion had taken you over a month to complete, and here you were, down to the wire, rushing to make sure everything was absolutely perfect. You wanted the highest grade possible, and if you were being honest, thought that was what you deserved. 

You didn’t even want to take advanced potion making, but in order to keep your prefect title, you had to be enrolled in at least three advanced classes, so you endured the tortuous stirring, grinding, and burning. 

And this potion was your crowning achievement of this semester. You had spent countless nights brewing and stewing, not to mention the three failed attempts already.

You were attempting to brew a sleeping draught that would take only one drop to put anyone to sleep in under five minutes. It was practically unheard of, most sleep potions were an entire vial that would start to take effect somewhere between thirty minutes to an hour to set in, but you wanted to prove it could be done quicker and with less potion. 

There were a few tricky ingredients that needed to be tweaked between all of your attempts, but you were certain that you had gotten it right this time.

You just wanted to be done with this, to get this project completed and wrap yourself in bed along with your boyfriends who you had been slightly neglecting due to this potion. It was taking up all of your time and you felt like you hadn’t seen Remus, James, or Sirius in ages. Once this project was turned in, you were more than happy to spend a few days doing absolutely nothing with your boys.

In your tired and overworked state, you must have forgotten to turn the burner down or maybe you added a drop too much of the chamomile extract, but before you could react, your potion exploded.

The liquid got everywhere, drenching your notes, your clothes, your hair, thankfully it smelled heavenly, but you froze.

“Shit,” you muttered under your breath to yourself. Shit indeed. This wasn’t good. A singular drop of this was supposed to put any human to sleep, and you just drenched yourself in the concoction. 

You knew that you needed to move fast. You had very little time before the potions fumes knocked you out, in fact, you could already feel the effects of the sleep draught taking hold. You shook your head and tried your best to power through. You knew that it was late, probably past midnight, which meant that no students would be roaming the halls, no one to see you if you passed out on the cold dungeon floors.

You frantically grabbed your sopping notebook and shoved it in your bag. You turned the burner off, not bothering to clean up or put any of the ingredients away. Slughorn could deal with it, you’d just explain to him what happened and why you rushed out without properly cleaning up after yourself.

You turned to make your way out of the room, but you felt the room spin with you. You caught yourself on a desk and made sure you had a strong footing. This was going to be incredibly difficult.

You fought your heavy eyelids and focused on getting out of the damn classroom. When you made it to the door, you about fell, the weight of your body becoming almost too much to handle.

You made a quick decision to turn right instead of left down the hall. Sure it was quicker to get to your dorm if you had gone left, but that also meant braving the moving staircases. You felt woozy even thinking about trying to make your way up those in this state, so you decided to go the long way, which at least would take you in front of the Slytherin common room. Maybe that way someone would find your incapacitated body. 

You stumbled your way along the long narrow hallways, trying your best not to knock into any statues or painting. You were certain one of the paintings actually scolded you for waking it up, but you couldn’t quite focus your mind on anything other than putting one foot in front of the other. Right, left, right.

You didn't know how much longer you could hold yourself up. Oh well, one night on a cold, hard castle floor wouldn’t kill you, right?

Through your hazy vision, you could make out a figure headed your way.

“Y/N?,” the voice called out. You weren’t sure if it was because of your current state or because of the acoustic castle walls, but the noise bounced around over and over, echoing and making you even more dizzy than you already felt.

You groaned and leaned yourself against the wall, the figure appearing in front of you. You forced yourself to look up and see who it was.

You were met with a very confused and concerned looking Regulus. The sight of him left you with a breath of relief. You don’t know why he was roaming the halls this late, but you were sure glad to have him now.

“Reggie,” you gasped. Time was running out quickly now. 

“Y/N, are you alright? What happened?” he asked, dropping his bag and closing the gap between the both of you.

You felt your legs finally give and saw the hallway start to tilt. Regulus caught you quickly and helped you to the ground, laying you down softly but still worried.

“Reggie,” you started once again. You needed to tell him to get you to your dorm where you had countless antidotes and nullifying potions, at least to Slughorn who would know what to do, but fatigue was winning this battle. “Potion… exploded.” you managed to get out.

Regulus shook his head, still not understanding what was happening. “W-what potion? Y/N!”

You knew you were a goner now, your eyes had finally sealed themselves shut and your limbs were incredibly heavy with lethargy. The last thing you remembered was the words coming slowly out of your mouth, “Get… Sirius.”

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You felt sheets under you. Cold and scratchy. You don’t remember falling asleep last night. In fact, you don’t remember much of anything. You heard hushed murmuring around you, but the words were quiet enough for you to not pick up on.

You cracked your eyes open, light flooding in. You were still a bit groggy, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you noticed the high ceilings and the stained glass. This was certainly not your dorm, these sheets definitely did not belong on your bed. No. You were in the hospital wing.

You sat up straight, the movement making your head pound. You looked frantically around, noting the antidotes and potions on the side table, Madam Pomfrey must have been quite confused about your situation.

You looked down to see James at your bedside, hunched over the bed and resting his head on his crossed arms. He looks surprisingly peaceful given the way he was sleeping. You reached your hand lazily out to him, running your fingers through his hair.

This action roused him from his sleep, his eyes fluttered and brows furrowed as he woke. You smiled down at him.

“She’s awake!” he announced.

Not a moment later Sirius and Remus were rushing into the small curtained off room, taking you in and seeming to sigh a breath of relief. 

“Y/N, love.” Sirius said, approaching the opposite side of the bed that James was taking up. He moved around fast and frantic, looking you over for any injuries.

Remus moved in closer as well, slotting himself in right next to James. He took your face in his hands, feeling for your temperature and checking to make sure you were alright.

You didn’t understand at first why they were fussing so much, but the memories started slowly filling your head. You came to the realization that you passed out in the dungeons after your potion mishap. How embarrassing. 

“Love,” Remus said softly, bringing your attention out of your thoughts and onto him, “what happened?”

You groaned again as he helped you lie back down. “Well,” you began, “You know that potions assignment I’ve been working on for so long?”

The boys all nodded their heads, understanding. How could they not, it was practically all you talked about, what you spent all of your free time on, what you ate, slept, and breathed for the past month. Sirius even complained about it taking you away from them.

“I don't know what happened, I was doing everything right. I had all the ingredients measured properly and in the correct order. I just think that the cauldron was too hot or… i don’t know,” you rambled, “anyway, long story short… it exploded.”

The boys blinked at you for a moment. “Exploded?” James asked. You nodded your confirmation.

“But that doesn’t explain why my brother found you collapsing on the dungeon ground.” Sirius mentioned, still confused and worried.

You turned to him and took his hand into yours, squeezing gently.

“It was a sleeping draught, I guess the fumes of the entire thing just affected me.” you explained to him. You laughed to yourself, “at least I know it was a good potion now.”

Remus smiled but didn’t laugh. “We were really worried, love.” he said, shoulders relaxing knowing that you were alright. 

The feeling of guilt rushed into you. It was probably really scary for them, especially since they had no idea what was wrong. Seeing a loved one in that kind of a state and in the hospital must have been stressful and worrying.

“I’m so sorry,” you started apologizing to them, “It was an accident but, I know that must have been really scary for all of you.” 

James shook his head. “No love, you don’t need to apologize. We’re all just glad you’re alright.”

“Yes but, I know that can’t have been easy, especially not knowing what was happening. I hate that I caused you to worry like that.” you continued.

“Hey,” Sirius stopped you, “like you said, it was an accident, you don’t have to apologize for that. And besides, we are your boyfriends, we worry because it’s our job.”

You went to interject but Remus stopped you. “It’s true,” he said playfully, “James about had a panic attack last week when you went out to Hogsmeade without a jacket.”

You laughed and looked at James who nodded and mouthed ‘it’s true’.

“Luckily you made a smart decision and went towards the Slytherin common room so that Reggie was able to find you,” Sirius said. “I owe him big time.”

“Oh Regulus,” you sighed, “I should definitely apologize to him. It probably looked like I was dying and putting that on him…”

“He was actually pretty calm,” Sirius said, “I was impressed. It seemed like he knew exactly what to do. I’m proud of him, I would’ve been a total mess.”

You giggled. “Noted,” you said, “I’ll make sure not to need life saving in front of you then.”

“Glad to see you have your spirit back.” James laughed.

Madam Pomfrey pulled back the curtain closing off your bed area and walked in. “Oh good! You’re awake.” she chimed. “gave us all quite the fright, dear, luckily you were brought straight to me, I had just the antidote for you.”

“And what would have happened if she weren’t brought to you, exactly?” Remus said from beside you, asking out of curiosity.

“She probably would have been out for a couple days.”

“Days?” James asked, shocked.

“Well it’s a good thing I was there then wasn’t it?” Regulus said from the open curtain.

“Reggie!” you called out, glad to see your savior.

Sirius instantly made his way over and in the most exaggerated and over the top way, hugged his brother, making a big display out of it. “Oh my wonderful baby brother. Thank you for saving my love! How will I ever manage to repay your kindness?” he said dramatically, hanging off of Regulus.

“Ugh, get off!” Regulus said, shoving Sirius off of him. Sirius laughed and backed up. “I was just dropping by to see how you were doing.” He said to you.

“I’m doing better now, thanks to you.” you said. “Reggie, I am so sorry, that must have been sort of frightening and-”

“No need to apologize,” he interrupted, “I’m just glad I found you and you weren't spending the night on the cold dungeon floor.

“Well, thank you anyway.” you chuckled. “But if that’s the case, you could have just taken me to my dorm, I have all the antidotes there, you didn’t have to make such a dramatic show of your heroism, dummy.” you sarcastically joked to him. 

“Oh is that so?” Regulus laughed, “Well in that case, I’ll just step over your body next time instead of saving your life.” You laughed along with him.

 Madam Pomfrey cleared you to leave and the boys collected your things for you. You were excited, you knew that now the whole day would be spent with them pampering you to no end. That would mean unlimited cuddles and relaxation and much needed time to make up for with your boys. Exploded potion and Slughorn be damned, you were doing nothing with your boyfriends today.

just some cute poly!marauders content for Remus's birthday :)

[blackcat-star]

Accidentally.

Sung Jinwoo x Fem!Reader.

Here is your request @sambi96

I apologize if it's not to your liking ;-; This topic is quite difficult for me….Hope you can enjoy this.

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It started out like any other normal day, or at least it should have.

You were used to being the reliable person behind the scenes, the calm and collected one when chaos ensued. After all, you were used to hunting monsters, dealing with the occasional portal malfunction, and cleaning up after Jinwoo's shadow army, so a little weirdness here and there didn't faze you.

But then, this.

Your unmistakable feeling of cool, fresh sheets wrapped around you had woken you up. But when you opened your eyes and looked down, you saw something that caused you to sit up, pounding heart.

Somewhere your chest was now gone and it was replaced with something more muscular and toned.

"Wait. What?" you muttered, your eyes glancing quickly towards the mirror. There was no mistaking it.

It was Jinwoo's face.

"NO WAY."

Your hands fly straight to your thick, dark, perfectly styled hair. You tug at it in disbelief before glancing down at your abs? Your midsection is completely different. Firm, strong muscles where you were used to softness.

Then the final bombshell hits when your phone vibrates on your nightstand. You grab it, staring at the screen with wide eyes. A single text from a very familiar contact.

🖤: Arent you? In my body.

You: WHAT TF DID YOU DO JINWOO?!?!?!?

🖤: It's not me. I woke up and screamed because I have boobs now. So, thanks for that trauma.

You run your hands through your hair in frustration. "How did this-?"

The text continues.

🖤: I don't know what kind of weird dungeon magic this is, but somehow it's your fault. And I refuse to deal with it alone.

You: What did I do? I didn't sign up for this! You've somehow cursed me!

🖤: Maybe you should have thought twice before teasing me about my coffee addiction.

You roll your eyes. "That was months ago."

The next few hours passed in a frantic rush to find a solution. But no matter how much you thought, it was useless. All you knew was that Jinwoo was now in your body, and you were stuck in his.

And, of course, your first instinct was to get revenge on him. After all, Jinwoo had a pretty high tolerance for nonsense, so you could only imagine what it would be like for him in your body.

You decided to have a little fun first.

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Jinwoo's first day in your body was bad.

He stumbled along, trying to adjust to the unfamiliar weight of your figure. The lack of his usual bulk was difficult, and he had to find a way to wear your shoes - literally - since you weren't really into bulky combat boots. He had to endure and wear heels, the kind you insisted were 'fancy' when you went out. But as soon as he took a few steps, he was cursing loudly.

"How the hell am I-ugh!" He muttered to himself, "I'm going to trip and break my neck." He moved clumsily around the house, and you could tell his discomfort. It was quite amusing, to be honest.

But you weren't done yet.

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Payback Time.

You had a plan. The first step was to invade Jinwoo's perfect life. You needed to leave your mark.

First: Glitter Bomb.

You took a small packet of glitter and carefully sprinkled it into his hair.A little here, and a little there too. By then, it would be too late, and he wouldn't notice until a while later.

"Perfect," you grinned. He was going to go crazy when he saw this.

Second: Selfie Incident.

The next step was a little more devious. You snapped a quick selfie-one strategically taken at your most playful, 'flirty' angle. You even pouted a little for the camera.

#FeelingMyself #TooHotToHandle, you posted online.

You laughed as the notifications flooded in. You don't care about the comments, it's all about Jinwoo's reaction.

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When you see him later in the day, he's texting someone about an 'urgent mission'. But then, his eyes turn to you. His face goes from calm to completely confused. He stares at his phone and then back at you.

"Why you…" He stammers "Why do you look like that?"

You look at him with intense eye contact. "What, you don't like it? This is your new look. You should try it out."

He blinks a few times, clearly at a loss for words. "This is…"

And then he understands.

Immediately, he runs his hand through your (his) hair, fingers suddenly running through each strand in a sudden panic.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?!" His voice is shrill with genuine concern.

You shrug, feigning innocence. "What's wrong? I just added some glitter. Just to, you know, brighten your mood."

He groaned, running his hand through your (his) hair in frustration. "This isn't funny. I can't go out like this!"

You could barely contain your laughter as you watched him try to brush off the glitter, knowing full well that it would be stuck to you (him) for the next few days. His mild panic was more than enough to fuel your laughter.

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But then karma comes.

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You wake up the next morning, thinking everything is fine. Your body feels fine. You're back to your usual self. But then, as you're about to get out of bed, the pain in your legs hits you.

It's a nagging pain from the high heels you made him wear. You thought it was just your legs, but then the pain from your stomach and lower back kicks in. The pain gets deeper and deeper. You groan and get dressed, but the discomfort only increases.

You rush to the bathroom and stare at your reflection.

"Wait. Oh. Oh, no," you mumble under your breath.

That's when you really feel it: cramps.

"Jinwoo!" you scream internally, clutching your stomach.

Your period is here, and it's not just any regular cramps. Oh, no. The body swap seems to produce serious negative effects.

Your uterus experiences intense damage like a vehicle crashing into it.

"This isn't fair!!!!" you moan in despair. "I was just having fun yesterday. Now I'm being punished? This is no fair!"

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The instant Jinwoo showed up with his medicine pack and hot water bottles plus your favorite treats you began to understand that karma deals harsh punishments. His generous act showed that our choices always create results.

"How are you feeling?" Jinwoo's voice was filled with concern as he set the things down next to you.

You glared at him. "Don't say anything. My pain makes it impossible to use sarcasm."

He smiled sheepishly at you. "Sorry. I should have warned you. Karma is a monster, you know?"

You sighed dramatically. "Yeah. I get it now. The universe hates me."

He chuckled and took a seat next to you and started braiding your hair while producing comforting sounds as if he had done this many times before.

"Do you need anything else?" His gentle tone matched his words as he spoke to you.

You melted a bit. "You need to keep this private and don't tell anyone about it. This feels so embarrassing."

He smiled gently. "I won't tell anyone. But you know… I have a feeling this won't be the last time we swap."

You blinked at him. "Oh, no. You better not think about it."

He smiled slyly at you. "Never dreamed of it."

But you know - karma has its eye on you. And it's just waiting for the next time you upset the balance of the universe.

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I was having mental breakdown and tired af

Hope everything will get better

Sorry if I take too long to do your requests

[spicycinnabun]

can i ask for werewolf au 🐺🐺🐺 please in "make me write"

“Don’t go down there.”

Tommy’s voice didn’t startle Buck—perks of the super wolfy hearing—but he did take his hand off the doorknob with a guilty smile.

“Sorry,” he said. “Just curious.”

He was feeling well enough now to get up and move around, and though he hated leaving Tommy’s bed, his wolf had been tugging restlessly on the leash, urging him to explore more of the den.

Tommy chuckled. “Yeah, I’m gathering that. Kinda surprised you’re a werewolf and not a werecat.”

“I’m not nearly graceful enough to be a werecat. You, uh, hiding some dead bodies or something?” Buck joked. He glanced at the door again. 

Knowing he wasn’t allowed to go into the basement now made it so much more tempting. Like looking at a big red button that said do not touch! 

“No. It’s just a mess. I’m renovating.”

That was a perfectly normal, acceptable answer, yet Buck couldn’t help but feel like it wasn’t the truth.

“Hmm, don't know if I believe you,” he said playfully. “Maybe you're actually a mad scientist, and your secret lab is down there?” He tugged on the drawstring of his borrowed sweats. “Or maybe you’re hiding a crazy sex dungeon.” 

“You caught me,” Tommy responded, dry as sand. “It’s my sex dungeon. So unless you want to get tied up and spanked, you’ll stay out.”

Oh.

Oh, boy. 

Those were some interesting images going through his head. 

“Um,” Buck said eloquently, blood rushing to his cheeks.

Tommy took pity on him. “I’m kidding, Evan.” 

Buck laughed. It sounded weird. Where was his sanity? It certainly wasn’t in the room anymore.

And he still wanted to open that door. But, like a good boy, he didn’t push. Instead, he hastily altered course. “You’re a pilot, right? At the harbor station? I saw your pictures on the mantelpiece.” 

The connection had excited Buck. And maybe he had drooled a little seeing the Alpha standing next to a chopper, wearing a flight suit and sporting a big grin. He looked so happy. Right in his element. Just like Buck felt at his job.

Tommy’s smile grew, crinkles appearing. It transformed his face, just like in the photos. Buck’s heart literally pitter-pattered. (God, he needed to get a grip.) “Yeah. I was with a different station before I transferred to air ops. Best decision I’ve ever made.”

“Nice.” Buck stopped himself from adding how cool he thought it was. He had repeated that word far too many times since he’d met Tommy. “Must be fun to fly. Which station were you at before?”

“The one-eighteen.”

Buck’s eyes widened. “No way! That’s my station! I—I’m a firefighter, too.”

That meant Buck wasn’t the first werewolf to work there. He wondered if Bobby knew about Tommy’s lycanthropy, and that was why he’d taken Buck’s so stoically. It was such a crazy coincidence. If their timelines had synced up, they could’ve worked together.

“Yeah?” Tommy folded his arms, appraising him. “That makes a lot of sense. You seem like the type.”

Buck’s chest puffed up with pride, his blush reigniting. Was it his physique? His demeanor? Did Tommy think he looked like a hero? “Thanks!” He quickly changed the subject, not wanting to linger on himself. “So, you know Hen and Chim?”

Tommy nodded. “I did. They’re great people.”

Buck was about to ask another question when he noticed Tommy subtly glancing at his watch. He stepped backward. “Sorry. I-I’m talking your ear off again.”

Tommy’s eyebrows raised. “You apologize too much, Evan. You’re fine. I do have to go pick up a package in a few minutes, though. Want to come for a ride?”

Those words triggered the same internal reaction as wanna go for a walk? Buck grinned. Some fresh air would probably feel awesome and stop him from making a bigger fool of himself. “Okay! Uh, do—do you mind if I shift?” 

His wolf loved truck rides, which Eddie never failed to tease him about. He could easily be mistaken for a dog if he kept himself somewhat hidden. 

Tommy looked amused. “I don’t mind. I’ll have to re-wrap your dressing, though.” 

Have Tommy’s hands on him again? Buck had no problem with that at all.

“I’ll be right back.” He dashed for the bathroom, pleased when he only limped a little bit.

“Hey, take it slow!” Tommy called after him. 

Sheepishly, Buck followed the Alpha’s command.

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Hello friend I was wondering if I could request a fourth wing x reader fic with xaden? Maybe where instead of Violet being tortured by varrish its reader? And maybe we see a bit from xadens pov?

Hurts like hell

The pain was like no other. The concept of time had slipped away a long time ago. Your body was sore and stiff. Nor could you distinguish if it was the sound of your blood dripping on the floor or the condensation of the cellar walls. “This could be so much easier, wing leader”, Varrish's venomous voice fills your senses and suddenly you wish you hadn’t blinked. Hadn’t made him aware of your consciousness. “What do you know about the rebellion, girl?”, he takes fistfuls of your hair, yanking your head back. Your angry eyes glare up at him, “Eat. My. Shit”, you hiss through gritted teeth as the back of his hand slams into your cheek. The rings he’s wearing crack the scabbed-up cuts all over again.

And it’s as if he feels it. Every blow. Every cut. Every scream. Xaden had lost the amount of time he had vomited since they had taken you. Or more since you had saved Bodhi’s and Garrick's asses and was taken instead of them. Had he beaten both of them up for it? Yes. And he planned on repeating it once you were back in his arms.

“There’s nowhere else they could be keeping her”, Imogen says, tapping her finger on the map. Everyone had been looking for you for three days now. “Unless he’s usually magic he shouldn’t”, Bodhi adds, making Xaden let out a growl. It was driving him mad knowing that you were taking a beating for his slip-up. They weren’t being careful enough. They weren’t thinking about the consequences when they smuggled such a big load of weapons out. “Tonight. There’s an upper-hand meeting at seven that leech of a man should be there”, he grunts, his shadows drowning his hands in the darkness. “Imogen you will make sure he stays there for as long as possible”, and for the first time, she only nods, because she too can feel that Xaden is on his last straw. “You two will come with me. Fuck knows what they have going on down there”, running a hand through his hair, Xaden watches as both Bodhi and Garrick nod. Hold on, he pleads, just for a bit longer. Because he would kill them all. Burn this whole academy down if you were… and that’s enough to make him go ridge once more. He couldn’t let himself think about it.

His heart is beating so fast and so loudly that he doesn’t even hear his footsteps as they navigate the dark corridors of the dungeons. Checking every nook and cranny. Every room. Every floorboard. Until the metal gates leading to the back cellar catch Xaden’s eyes, and the way his shadows rush to it in a frenzy. His legs step forward before he even realizes it. Breathe hitching in his throat.

“Y/n”, he mutters rushing forward. His hands are shaking so much that he can barely push the hair away from your face, let alone look for the pulse. Face. Barely recognizable face. So cut up and bruised. Drowned in angry purples and blacks. “There’s a pulse”, Xaden’s head snapped to the side, he didn’t even realize that Garrick had followed him in here. “Faint but there”, he clasped Xaden’s shoulder, “But we need to get her out of here”.

And he tries, tries so hard to get the ropes of your wrists but it’s as if his own body is going into an overdrive. “Bodhi, get Xaden out of here”, Garrick orders, freeing your legs, reaching to press his fingers to your neck once more. “No”, Xaden argues, pulling at your hand, “Baby, you need to open your eyes”, he mutters looking at you, “Tell me that you hear me”. But there’s nothing. Just your limp body. Drowning in blood and filth. A firm palm presses against the back of his neck and his head is turned away from you.

“We are getting her out. Do you understand?”, Garrick’s firm words slip past the haze. “You will go with Bodhi because you can’t help out anymore and I will carry her and keep her safe”, and it’s no longer a question. It’s a statement. An order. One that Xaden follows. With Bodhi reassuring with the whole way. Catching one last look at you. Of Garrick carefully scooping you up as he mumbles, “Come on, girly, we need you here. Don’t you give up yet”.

Xaden doesn’t move from your side after Brennon meds your wounds. The Rioroso house was the only place they could think of that was safe for you. But even here his mind doesn’t ease up. It’s been a week and you haven’t shown any signs of waking up. So just like any other night when he came to visit you, he’s carefully running the healing balm into the cuts on your face and arms. Needing to know that he’s doing something. Helping in some way.

And it’s the pain sigh that leaves your lips when his fingers brush over the cut on your temple that has his stalling. “Baby”, he breathes, gaze now fully fixed on your face. His lips brush over your knuckles, “Please, open your eyes. I need to…”, and it’s as if his words coxed you out of your slumber as you blink rapidly. Scared eyes scanned the place.

Xaden leans closer, carefully bringing his fingers through your hair. Trying to soothe you with the feeling of him. “Xaden”, his name on your lips is enough to finally make him crack. He lowers his head onto your shoulder as ugly sobs echo through the room. He knows that he should be strong. To be calmer and colder but he was convinced that he was never gonna hear the sound of your voice ever again. “I’m here, my little fighter”, he sniffles, looking back up at you, “l will never let you hurt like that ever again”.

[perseephoneee]

snow chase [ficmas day 10]

[klaus mikaelson x f!reader] beauty and the beast au

↳ masterlist ↳ ship exchange ↳ taglist ↳ ficmas 2024

warnings: longest thing i've ever written

author's note: my tendonitis is flaring up from writing this, but this might be one of my favorite things I've ever written, so it's totally worth it!! also maybe i should write more fantasy idek

playlist:

you make loving fun -- fleetwood mac

black friday -- tom odell

white winter hymnal -- fleet foxes

There was a wolf in the castle. 

Your sister was in there. 

You knew you shouldn’t have gone into the woods at night, but you couldn’t leave her there. Not when her daring was stronger than her weariness. Not when the schoolyard children pressured her into daring to see the Beast. Not when she might not make it to tomorrow. 

You hike your skirts up, lantern high, as you race towards the castle. Your cloak is barely enough to stave the cold. You have no real plan for when you get there. You don’t have the physical strength to fight the Beast. You have to hope you have something he wants instead. 

‘He.’ As if the Beast was a man. 

The castle was maybe once beautiful but was now worn with burned stone, and a drawbridge you were worried wouldn’t hold you. You made it across in one piece. You didn’t knock; what was the point? Why would he reward you for your politeness?

It wasn’t much warmer inside the stronghold. Your slippers made soft clicks on the tile. With a good dusting, the place would’ve been grand. You wondered who used to live here. You took a stairwell down. If your sister was captured, she would be in the dungeon. While having no experience in dungeons, you had never heard of one held up high. 

Your guess was rewarded with quiet sobs. 

You rushed to the first cell, the crumpled figure of your kin greeting you. 

“Y/N!” she cried, rushing towards the bars. You put your lantern aside to grab her hands. She looked unharmed. That was good. 

“I’m going to get you out of here, okay?” you whispered, looking for a key. There must be one somewhere. Your sister grew still, looking past your shoulder. The hairs on your neck stood on end, and you knew who was there without even looking. When you turned around, you were surprised by what you saw. 

He was much more a man than you imagined. When he stepped out of the shadows, you understood why they called him ‘Beast.’ His eyes were a deep red, his fangs long things that could rip you apart. Veins rippled under his eyes when he looked at you. You froze, holding your gaze. He grinned. 

“Look at what little bit brought in,” he crooned. “A friend.”

His voice was devoid of emotion. You found no comfort.

“I’m here for my sister,” you said with a confidence you didn’t have. He chuckled. 

“Sister? Your sister was the one breaking into my home,” he tssked, stepping closer. He wore a long black coat, the ends swishing against the floor. You didn’t balk from his gaze. 

“I’m sorry for her behavior,” you cautioned. “Please let me take her home.”

“That hardly seems fair.” He tilted his head, like a cat regarding his prey. You realized you were the prey. You gulped. He noticed. 

“Then take me.”

“Y/N, no,” your sister hissed, grabbing your arm through the cell grates. You ignored her. The Beast's grin grew wider. 

“Now, isn’t that sweet,” he smirked. Your heart rate picked up, and he perked up as if he heard it. He seemed to ponder your offer, weighing its merits in his head. His eyes were tinted gold when he looked at you next. “I accept.”

You heard your sister screaming, begging for him to change his mind, but you couldn’t hear her. She was a dull noise as you considered your own death while also your relief that she would be safe. You did your duty. You protected your family. 

He granted you a brief moment to say goodbye before he threw your sister outside, leaving you behind locked doors in a cold castle. The second he closed the front doors, the sound reverberating through the hallway, you were unsure what he would do to you. 

He moved faster than most humans. 

He had his hand wrapped around the back of your neck, tilting your head to look at him. You let out a choked sound as he held you. 

“You are mine now, pet,” he purred. “Let’s take you to your new home.”

He gripped your arm as he dragged you up the stairs and through the east wing. You would have bruises by the next day; you were sure of that. You glimpsed the outside through arched windows. You wondered if you’d ever see it again. 

He threw you in a room and, with one last calculating smile, slammed the door. It wasn’t the dungeon that much was obvious. It was a bedroom. Fancier than yours in the village. One four-poster bed, an armoire, and a little bathroom. You imagined you would stay here till you grew old and died. There was a window by the bed, advertising a very long fall. You imagined he put you here specifically to taunt you about being here forever. 

There was no fire, only the bed. You took off your shoes and climbed under all the covers in an effort to get warm. You shivered as tears fell until, eventually, you fell asleep. 

~

You were awoken by voices. 

You pulled back the covers, daring to look at who was in your room. 

A young girl, you assumed. She was quite mousy. Actually, her features were almost like a mouse. Maybe no human at all. Her nose twitched, and her eyes grew big as she saw you wake up. You both scuttled as far back as you could. You held a pillow protectively in front of you. 

“I’m sorry, miss!” she cowered, curled up by the door. Your brows drew together. “I didn’t mean to disturb you!”

“You’re…you’re fine,” you reassured. She was scared of you. That was new. 

“I came to see if you needed my assistance,” she trembled. You felt sympathy. She was as scared as you were. 

“Assistance?”

“Getting ready. Master requires your attention in the dining hall.”

Of course, he did. 

Your new mouse friend, Dahlia, stops trembling once you talk to her more. You have no clue about the horrors she has been subjected to because of the Beast, and you don’t press for information. She helps you wash up and even braids your hair back with delicate pins. The dress she supplies is nicer than you’ve ever owned. You wonder if maybe you should’ve left your sister here to experience these riches. You start to feel concerned for your psyche. 

Dahlia takes you to the dining hall. The castle isn’t any warmer than before. You think about asking for a fire but don’t in fear of how he might react. 

There’s a lovely array of food set up in the dining room. A long table with seasonal flowers in the middle and the Beast at the end. He ignores you as you sit down. 

There are other mice people. They bring you fresh juice, buttered bread, cuts of meats and cheeses, and other ripe fruits. You haven’t had this much food in a while. You eat a grape and suppress the urge to moan around the taste. You haven’t had this good of food your whole life. You eat some more before daring to speak. 

“Most people don’t treat their prisoners this well,” you say, taking a sip of your juice. The Beast looks up, a glint in his eye. “I was expecting torture.”

“Who says this isn’t?” he drawls. He has a book in front of him. He returns to the pages. “Lulling you into false security before I peel your skin off and use it as a coat.”

“I don’t think my skin would make a good coat,” you answer. “Maybe a hat.”

He looks up from his book. He looks confused. You take sick satisfaction in that. 

He makes you go back to your rooms after breakfast. Dahlia delivers some food around noon and then takes you back to the dining room for dinner. You don’t engage in any conversation this time. You eat your food (pork with roasted vegetables and a sweet sauce), and you are considered your captor. This is much cushier than you imagined your imprisonment. Still, you wonder if he wasn’t lying. Living in expectation of him killing you might be more torture than the act itself. 

Hours turn into days, and days turn into weeks. You manage to convince Dahlia to bring entertainment to your room. You both engage in a card game when she isn’t working. You find you like her a lot. She’s funny when she starts to be comfortable. She sneaks your custard from the kitchen when no one’s watching. You don’t ask why she’s a mouse, why the Beast is not a wolf or a man, but something in between. You assume no one would tell you. 

Autumn dissipates into winter. The castle is colder than before. You wake up with your breath a puff, your fingers tinged purple. You work up the courage to ask for warmth during your breakfast that morning. Up to this point, you occasionally would get him engaged in small talk. He would often insult you, glare at you or growl. You forget he’s not a man. 

You set your fork on your plate and look down the table to his figure. He’s reading again. 

“I have a request,” you say. He ignores you. “I would like a fire in my rooms so I won’t freeze to death.”

“What if that’s my plan?” he responds. He has no energy behind it. 

“I know it isn’t; you’re much cleverer than that.” He looks up finally. You calling him ‘clever’ was enough to get his attention. Bastard. “I’d also like access to the rest of the castle.”

“Are you in a position to make demands?” he growls. You know he could get to you and rip out your throat in a few seconds flat. You grip the arms of your chair to steel your nerves.

“No, I’m not,” you answer. “But I don’t think I’m being unreasonable. I haven’t tried to escape, have I?”

He considers your request. His eyes are an abyss that you wouldn’t want to drop into. You hope he doesn’t kill you for this. 

“You aren’t allowed to go to the west wing.”

That’s his only response. You blink and then utter a thank you. 

Somehow, there’s a fireplace in your room by nightfall. You imagine it’s magic. 

~

The first thing you do with your freedom is visit Dahlia. You can find the kitchen from the smells alone. 

The other servants scurry at your entrance. You feel bad for scaring them. Dahlia is rolling dough with another girl who looks eerily similar to her, mouse features aside. You ask if you can help, and they let you. 

You come to find out that the other mouse is Daisy, Dahlia’s sister. Their parents used to be servants in the castle, and they took over after. The confidence from your successful request allows you to ask them why they’re mice. Dahlia lets out a laugh, the most carefree you’d seen her. 

“I was wondering when you’d ask.”

“I didn’t want to be impolite.”

“A curse,” Daisy answers. She was in the process of making a roulade. “Master killed a village, and one of the elders was an enchantress. She cursed him to be stuck as a Beast. Unfortunately, the curse was put over the whole castle.”

“So everyone in the castle became…,” you trailed off. Mice were not beasts.

“We became our inner selves,” Dahlia finished. You wondered what your inner self would be.

“He’s not really a wolf, though, is he?”

“He is,” Daisy answered. “He’s just stuck in between right now.”

You didn’t know how to respond to that. You helped them finish preparations for the next day. You liked baking, it was soothing. Dahlia went with you back to your rooms to get ready for bed. You relished the feeling of finally having a fire. 

Sleep was elusive to you. After an hour of tossing and turning, you put on your slippers and decided to explore. The castle was huge, but you welcomed the feeling of getting lost. 

You found heaven when you pushed open an ornate door to the largest library you had ever seen. Stained glass windows decorated one wall, with rows upon rows of books going farther than you could see. You were happy to be tortured if it meant access to this library. After browsing the shelves, you found a book that interested you. There was a chair nearby with a fireplace, and you started a fire before settling down. 

You read for so long that the story merged with your dreams, and you found yourself asleep in the library. You woke up with the morning light, and the fire was already embers. The Beast was standing above you. You scrambled into a sitting position.

“I see you’ve made yourself at home.” He didn’t look mad. Merely commenting.

“I like…books,” you kissed your teeth, regretting your answer. Words were not your friend in the morning. 

“Breakfast is ready,” he said, turning on his heel and leaving the library. You blinked, unsure how to process his lukewarm response. You put your book on the chair and scurried after him, keeping a healthy distance. You kept quiet as you ate your breakfast. The Beast was reading the same book again. Your deliriousness emboldened you.

“What are you reading?”

He looked up again, mildly annoyed. He just held up the book. You saw the cover for The Marriage of Heaven and Hell. 

“Ah, Rintrah roars and shakes his fires in the burdened air,” you hum, taking a bite of your eggs. The Beast blinks in surprise. 

“You’ve read it?”

“I like the artwork,” you shrug. You shiver under his gaze. It’s the most interesting he’s been since you offered your place in exchange for your sisters. 

“Do you have a favorite piece?” he asks. 

“Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog,” you answer. He blinks in surprise again. You wonder how he perceived you before this. 

Shocking to everyone, especially you, you end up actually conversing with him the whole meal. He knows a lot more than you about art history, but you managed to keep up. He seems mildly impressed and intrigued by what you have to say. You wonder the last time someone, let alone a man had shown interest in what you had to say before instead of how you looked. 

You go back to the library that night. He’s waiting when you get there. You realize that you aren’t frightened of his appearance anymore. 

Neither of you say anything. He’s pulled up a chair next to yours. You sit in companionable silence as you read your books. At some point, you fall asleep again. You wake up in your bed the next day. You’re scared to think of how you got there. 

~

“I would like to show you something,” the Beast tells you over dinner. 

You have entered into a tentative friendship; that’s what Dahlia tells you. She says that she’s never seen him talk to anyone so much before if it wasn’t barking orders. You only talk about art and books. Never anything personal. You read together in the library at night, and then he walks you to your bedchambers. It’s eerily polite. 

“I hope it’s not something dead,” you mutter. He is still no less violent than when you first met him. There have been a few times where you’ve seen blood on his mouth. 

“That’s for another day,” he hums. You frown, but he doesn’t notice. 

You follow behind him after breakfast. It’s a room you haven’t been to yet. Probably because it’s just slightly over in the west wing, and your self-preservation skills have at least kept your curiosity at bay in the closed area. He holds the door open for you. You brush past him, your eyes widening as you take in the room. 

It’s an art studio. And it’s a mess. Like a studio should be. There are paintings everywhere. There’s one chair in the corner, an artist's stool, and a window looking out to the gardens below. It’s perfect. 

You take a closer look at the first painting. It’s of a young girl in a hallway. She’s caught in a moment, a secret on her lips. As if she’s fleeing a ball. The details on the pink tulle of her dress are dazzling, and her eyes are almost lifelike. You see the artist's signature.

“My sister,” he says behind you. You don’t remember when he got so close. 

“Your name is Klaus?” you ask, turning to look at him. He doesn’t make eye contact with you, still fixed on the painting. There’s a longing in his gaze. It’s one you recognize every time you look in the mirror. He misses her. 

“No one has called me that in a long time,” he says solemnly. Even with his fangs, the veins, and the eyes, he looks the most like a man than he has been in a long time. 

You move on to the next painting. It’s of a man sitting in a library, the only light coming from the moon outside. Even with the emphasis on the night, you can see the resemblance between the Beast– Klaus– and the man in the painting. 

“Another sibling?” you questioned. Klaus nodded. You take time looking at the rest of the paintings. Many more of his family. Some of the scenery. One of a wolf, blood on its mouth, its kill fresh underneath it. Even with its macabre nature, its the best one of the bunch. You wonder if Klaus knows he wears his heart on his sleeve. 

“Klaus,” you murmur. “Thank you.”

“The lighting is better in here if you need a place to read,” he coughs. You smile. This is him extending an olive branch. You realize you don’t fear him anymore. You haven’t for a while. 

You take him up on his offer, and you find yourself reading in his studio more often than not. You still read in the library at night. He joins you in the studio sometimes, usually painting. You try to sneak a peek, but he won’t let you see it. You learn to joke with each other. Dahlia is in disbelief.

“I haven’t seen him so…”

“Normal?” you venture. She’s brushing your hair out and applying a sweet-smelling oil. 

“Happy.”

You don’t know what to say to that. 

The next day, there’s snow. You open the window in the gallery to look outside, catching some flakes on your tongue. Klaus chuckles at you. You get one on your nose and shiver. 

“Would you like to go outside?” he asks. 

You find some warm clothes to bundle up in and follow Klaus to the gardens. He doesn’t bother changing. You get the sense that he can’t get cold. He watches you in mild amusement as you frolic through the snow. You explore the maze with him as your chaperone. He grumbles whenever you stop. At the end of the maze is a towering white oak tree. You take a seat below it, and Klaus joins you. 

“You’re overly trusting to someone who’s keeping you prisoner,” Klaus sighs. You roll up a snowball. 

“You and I both know that I stopped being your prisoner a while ago.”

Klaus doesn’t respond to that. He knows it’s right. You knew the first night he sat with you in the library. 

“You can return home if you wish,” Klaus breaths. You turn to him, brows furrowed. “You don’t have to stay here.”

He doesn’t say it as a demand. There’s insecurity in his voice. You realize he wants you to stay here. You think it must be lonely. You also realize that you haven’t really wanted to leave. You’ve never felt so alive in years. 

Courage emboldens you to bring a hand up to Klaus’ face. He turns slightly but doesn’t push you away. Your thumb brushes the veins under his eyes. His skin is cold. He opens his eyes to look at you. The red of his iris was the color of a bloody rose. You worried you might prick yourself if you looked any farther. 

You want to say something, but your voice has stopped working. You forget about the cold the longer you look at Klaus. He glances at you as if he’s unsure if you’re real. 

“Klaus–” you breathe.

The moment is ruined by a scream. 

Both of you are up in an instant, running back towards the castle. You are much slower than Klaus, and he growls with impatience. He picks you up and easily speeds towards your destination. 

Daisy is at the entrance across from the draw bridge, hand-drawn over her mouth. One of the servants that you had seen around the castle is crucified in front, a paper nailed to his chest with the message ‘nightfall.’ Your blood runs cold. 

“H-He just went out to get food and…” Daisy was hiccuping breaths. You rushed towards her and gathered her in your arms. She collapsed. You looked towards Klaus. All warmth from earlier was gone. The Beast was in its place. 

“It’s my fault,” you said. Klaus looked at you, confusion in his eyes. “The village has been split forever on what to do with you…me being here has given them enough reason. It’s a mob.”

“It’s not your fault,” Klaus murmurs. His fists are clenched. “They would have found some other reason, and I am the one who kept you are. I am the one who got Henry killed.”

A different King wouldn’t have known his servant's names. 

“You didn’t keep me here; I chose to stay,” you exclaimed. Klaus didn’t respond, jaw clenched as he looked at the body. The image was seared in your mind. You expected nightmares for the rest of your life. 

“Take her inside,” Klaus commanded. You dragged Daisy inside, back to the kitchens. You found Dahlia and told her what happened. Her face blanched as she took her sister out of your hands. You expected Klaus to search for blood tonight. You worried about your sister being caught in his wrath. 

When night fell, you wrapped your cloak tight around yourself and sneaked out the front of the castle. It was a dim memory of the last time you were on the draw bridge, and it felt strange to be returning to a place you hadn’t called home for a while. You made it back home, going through the backdoor of your house. 

Your sister was sitting by the fire, immediately sitting up as you entered. Emotions crashed through you as every feeling came rushing back. You didn’t realize how much you missed her. You both embraced each other, the tears coming naturally. 

“I thought you’d be dead,” she cried, pulling back. Your hands cupped your face, brushing over her hair, down to her shoulders. 

“I’m fine, I’m fine; you need to tell me everything.”

Your previous theory of the village finally having reason to attack was correct. It was all spearheaded by the town priest, who thought that the Beast was unnatural and had now taken one of their own. Apparently, they had found a way to kill him. Ice chilled your blood. 

“I need to go,” you murmured, grabbing your cloak to head to the door. 

“Are you serious?”

“I will be back for you, I promise,” you ran over and kissed her forehead. “I promise, just…trust me.”

Your sister had always known you to have strong judgment. She didn’t question you as you snuck out, breaking into a run towards the castle. You could see the fires already moving steadily closer, and you picked up pace. 

You ran smack into Klaus. 

“What are you doing out here?” he hissed, grabbing your shoulders. 

“I needed answers; they want to kill you,” you gulped air. 

“I guessed that.”

“I’m being serious,” you growled. He tilted his head, smiling slightly. 

“I know that, darling. Go back to the castle; I’ll take care of it.”

You flushed at the word ‘darling.’

“You can’t kill them, Klaus.”

“Whatever the hell not?”

“Because you’d be proving to them once again that you are the Beast they pretend you are.”

Klaus glowered at that, but he didn’t bite your head off. He knew you were right. His brows furrowed as he heard something, turning in the direction of the town. You wondered if he possessed super hearing in addition to speed. 

“They’re almost here. You need to go. Now.”

“I’m not leaving you.” You could hear the mob through the trees now. 

“Bloody hell,” he cursed. He dragged you after him, heading towards the castle. You were still worried he might kill all of them. Even if you weren’t terribly happy with your village at the moment. 

You ran through the snow, Klaus keeping a bruising grip on your arm. An arrow skidded past your ear, and Klaus pulled you down before you got skewered. 

“Kill her! She’s in league with the Beast!” a voice called out from the crowd. You wanted to scream at them, but their words set Klaus on edge. He picked up speed, basically carrying you back to the castle. He was slowed down, though, and you realized that when he saved you from the arrow, he was hit in the process. Blood ran down a cut on his arm. You had no time to yell at him about it or ask why he saved you before more arrows came flying after you two. 

Klaus had you both swerve, and you struggled to keep up his pace to the draw bridge. When you made it there, he pushed you across. You ran all the way across before realizing he wasn’t with you. He was making a stand at the front of the bridge. 

The mob was bigger than anticipated, but you didn’t care. You were hyperfocused on the fact that he was about to get himself killed. You ran back across, screaming at the mob. You jumped in front of Klaus. 

“He didn’t hurt me! You can’t kill him!” you screamed, arms out wide. Some of the townspeople stopped to listen to you. 

“He kills our kind,” one of the men in your town said. You recognized him as the butcher. Typical. 

“He hasn’t killed any of us. You killed one of his.”

That got some of them to shut up. You were happy to learn that critical thought wasn’t completely lost. 

“He will kill us as long as we allow him to live,” the priest said. Father Marcus stepped out of the crowd, a malevolent look in his eyes. You knew instantly that Klaus was just an excuse for his larger agenda. Nothing you’d say would convince him. He pulled out a dagger coated in a silver ash. You felt Klaus stiffen behind him. “In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost…I condemn you, Beast.”

You screamed as he threw the dagger, attempting to block Klaus’ body with your own. He pushed you out of the way, rolling back onto the bridge. You hit the wood on your shoulder, crying out at the sharp pain as Klaus dragged you across. With no sword, he ripped the ropes of the bridge at the end so it went plummeting down. You were stuck on the side of the castle with the mob staring at you. 

Klaus collapsed in front of the doors, a hand holding his chest. You let out a shriek as you saw the dagger sticking out of it. You rushed over, grabbing him before he fell. The doors to the castle open, and the servants inside look out in worry. You motioned at them to help you, and they assisted you in carrying him inside the front doors and away from the cold. 

The blood dragged behind him, tinting the snow. You collapsed in exhaustion when you finally got him inside. 

“Klaus? Stay with me. We’re going to help you,” you muttered, covering the wound on his chest. Several servants ran off to find medical supplies, while some stayed put in shock. 

“It’s no use, love,” he murmured. His skin was clammy, even in the freezing cold. 

“I won’t let you die for me,” you cried, tears mixing in with the blood. He laughed, devoid of emotion. 

“Dying for you will be the first good thing I’ve done.” He tilts his head towards you. You notice that his eyes are gold, not red. “Please allow me this.”

“I can’t watch you die,” you whisper. “Not when I’ve just gotten to know you.”

He envelops your hand with his own. His touch is warm. 

“You are worth living,” he rasped, his voice barely a whisper. “Live for me.”

You felt him grow still. Your breath caught in your throat as you attempted to hold back tears you knew would fall. You hit his chest as hard as you could, your voice raw in your throat as you screamed at him. You heard sobs from several of the castle staff, but it didn’t register to you. It didn’t matter. You didn’t realize how much he mattered until he wasn’t there. 

You pressed your forehead to his, breath hot against his cold skin. You leaned down, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. If it was the only kiss you ever received from him, you would cherish it in your heart for eternity. 

You sat back on your heels, wiping at your eyes. You saw his hand twitch, and you wiped your eyes again to get rid of the hallucination. A gasp from nearby lets you know it wasn’t a hallucination. 

Your eyes became as wide as saucers as you saw a soft gold hue take over his body. The dagger melted into gold dust, seeping into his skin. You watched in awe as the veins under his eyes faded into nothing, his fangs turning into normal teeth. A warmth returned to his skin. The gold continued out from his body, shimmering across the gray tiles. 

The castle transformed before your eyes. You couldn’t believe the transformation occurring before you as the pillars returned to white, cracks disappearing, colors as bright as what they once were. You watched in shock as the servants changed as well, their animal features melting into human ones. You saw Dahlia and Daisy, having arrived from the kitchens, softening into two young girls. 

Klaus groaned, the act of returning to life exhausting him. You helped him sit up, and he looked at the castle with the same awe you did. When he looked at you, his eyes were blue. 

“How…?” you asked, jaw dropped. Klaus didn’t answer you. He grasped the back of your neck, pulling you towards him and kissing you with the fervor of a reborn man. Your second kiss was better than your first, this time with the warmth that was missing from before. When you parted, he was grinning. It was the biggest grin you’d ever seen from him. 

“My curse was contingent on finding true love,” he answered matter of factedly. 

“So, you’re…”

“Alive.”

“And my…”

“If you need to take it slow, I understand,” Klaus joked. He joked. You were still processing everything as he helped you to your feet. Dahlia rushed towards you, thanking you for saving her. She hugged you, almost knocking you over. Daisy joined soon after her. The rest of the servants came in a second later until you were suffocating. 

“If I knew that just kissing a man would earn this much praise, I would’ve done it sooner,” you laughed. Klaus growled, seeming more like his previous self. 

“The only man you can kiss will be me, love.”

“Territorial much?”

“Only for things that are mine,” he purred. He pulled you away from the group into his arms. They didn’t seem to care; they were too excited about being themselves again. You were excited for them. 

Klaus was warm, and his skin was no longer at the same temperature as the outdoors. You loved his eyes before, and you loved them even more now. For a second, as he held you, he looked unsure. 

“Are you…” he trailed off. You smiled, kissing him again. You knew what he was asking.

“I’m yours,” you laughed. “As long as you’ll have me.”

“You?” Klaus smirked. “I’ll have forever.”

[bookloover35]

A Hot Chocolate More Than Coffee- Eddie Munson x fem reader.

You'd never imagined your job at the local café would lead to anything exciting. It was a simple gig—serve coffee, clean tables, and occasionally deal with the most irritable customers. Most days, you kept your head down and tried to power through, sipping on your own tea as you made rounds. But today was different.

The bell above the café door jingled, and you glanced up, barely thinking twice as you prepared to greet yet another regular. But then you saw him—Eddie Munson. The chaotic, guitar-wielding, Dungeons & Dragons-loving guy from school. He was standing there, his usual wild hair and leather jacket making him stand out even more among the everyday crowd.

Eddie Munson didn't seem like the type of guy who'd be interested in anything remotely resembling coffee. In fact, you'd heard him complain about it more than once. But here he was, with his eyes scanning the room, landing on you with a grin that could make anyone's heart flutter.

You wiped your hands on the apron as you tried to shake off the surprise. "Uh, hey, Eddie. What can I get for you today?"

He hesitated for a moment, his gaze shifting to the menu board behind you, his fingers tapping on the counter rhythmically. "You know," he said slowly, eyes still on the board, "I don't actually like coffee."

You raised an eyebrow. "Then why are you here?"

Eddie's grin widened, and he leaned forward, his elbows resting on the counter. "I mean, you're here," he said, giving you that signature mischievous smile of his. "And honestly, it's just easier than trying to find an excuse to talk to you somewhere else."

Your heart skipped a beat. He had been coming in for weeks now, but you hadn't thought much of it. Sure, you'd noticed his visits—always an excuse for something small, like a refill or to ask about something random. But now it clicked. He wasn't here for the coffee. He was here for you.

"I see," you said, feeling a little flustered but trying to keep your composure. "So, what does that mean? You want me to just give you something else?"

Eddie scratched his chin, looking slightly thoughtful, and you could tell he was just trying to come up with something, anything, to stay in your presence a little longer. "Well, you could get me a hot chocolate, I guess. But only if you promise I don't have to talk about, y'know, coffee."

You couldn't help but laugh. "Deal. One hot chocolate coming right up."

You moved to the counter to prepare his drink, and for a moment, you felt his eyes on you. The soft hum of the café's music seemed to fade as you focused on the simple task of steaming milk and adding the rich chocolate syrup. You felt a strange sense of comfort in Eddie's gaze—like he wasn't in a rush, like he had nowhere else to be.

"So, what's up, Eddie?" you asked casually as you finished preparing the drink. "Is this just a daily routine now, or...?"

He chuckled softly. "Maybe it is. You know, if I was any more obvious, I think the whole town would be able to tell I'm not here for the pastries."

"That bad, huh?" you teased, sliding the hot chocolate across the counter toward him.

Eddie winked as he grabbed the cup. "Yeah, well, you know... I guess it's more of a... 'getting to know you' kind of thing."

You paused for a second, your fingers still lingering near the counter as you watched him take a slow sip of his drink. There was a warm, gentle look in his eyes, one that he didn't often show around other people. "You really don't have to do this," you said quietly. "I mean, you don't like coffee, you don't like the café vibe... I get it, really."

Eddie shook his head. "I don't care about that," he said, voice softer than usual. "I care about you. You've got this... light about you, y'know? Makes coming here, even just for a few minutes, worth it."

Your heart skipped, but you didn't know what to say to that. Eddie Munson, the guy who thrived on chaos and defied every social norm, was speaking to you like this? A small smile tugged at your lips as you brushed your hair behind your ear. "Well, you know where to find me, Eddie."

"Always," he said, grinning again. "Guess I'll be back tomorrow for more of your bad coffee, and... for you."

You watched him leave, the bell above the door ringing as he disappeared into the afternoon light. For the first time, you realized your day at the café might just have become a little more exciting.

[littlest-w01f]

Punishment

Rhysand x Reader

For @officialrhysandweek

Rhysand week 2024 Masterlist

Day 4: Lord of Night

Summary: You knew your mate, Rhysand could be cruel, but you didn't know just how cruel the High Lord of Night Court could be when you pushed him to do his worst by accidentally humiliating him in front of his Court of Nightmares

Cw: Yes, yes, fine, I'll go to horny jail, this is a little degranged, see y'all there :) Dark!Rhys, choking, Rhys being aggressive but you like it, oral!M receiving, restraints, orgasm control, mind control, spanking, tendrils of darkness they produce starlight as cum, don't ask, SMUTTY SMUT SMUT 18+ MDNI

You had done it. You had managed to piss Rhysand off, albeit you had managed to humiliate him a little too, but something fucked up inside of you had wanted to see how far he could punish you, how cruel he could be. And the way he was looking at you, violet eyes blown dark, already had you dripping down your legs.

As you stood in Azriel's dungeon, your heart pounding in your chest, you couldn't help but notice the heat in Rhysand's gaze. The way his eyes seemed to devour you made you feel like prey being hunted. You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry, alright, perhaps it wasn't arousal you sensed in him, seeing him with unfiltered rage directed at you almost made you want to backtrack on your plan to get angry fucked stupid. "I… I'm sorry, Rhys..." You whispered, trying to apologize for what you had committed. But even as you spoke, you knew that wasn't what he wanted to hear.

He stepped towards you, his tall, muscular frame towering over yours. His hand reached out, fingers grazing the curve of your neck before gripping firmly. "You think apologies will save you?" His voice was low, rough and barely contained anger.

Rhysand lifted you in the air by your neck, "What did you call me? I think you need to refresh your memory since you think a 'sorry' would help."

His face twisted with fury, his voice laced with venomous intent. "You called me a stupid little arrogant bat, you called you High Lord that. If it was anyone else, I would've misted them on the spot." He hissed, punctuating each syllable with a squeeze of your neck. Your body tingled with every word he spat out, every muscle in your being tensed under his touch. You felt utterly vulnerable yet strangely exhilarated. "Do you think you deserve your punishment for disrespecting your High Lord?"

Your vision blurred from how hard he gripped your neck, head spinning, but it wasn't enough to make you pass out, "Yes, my Lord."

The admission sent a surge of pleasure through Rhysand, his grip tightening even more. "That's what I thought," he growled, a sinister smile playing on his lips. He tossed you back onto the cold stone floor of the dungeon, watching you land with an almost predatory satisfaction. "Now, let's see if you can earn yourself some forgiveness."

With deliberate slowness, he unbuckled his belt, and his pants followed suit, revealing his throbbing cock, erect and ready for action. "Get on your knees, little pet," he commanded, his voice a dangerous whisper.

The way he threw you hurt your lower back the second you landed your clothes disappeared, leaving you bare, but you moved to your knees fast so, as to not anger him further, and he looped his belt around your neck, pulling you closer, the moment his belt wrapped around your neck, you felt the rush of adrenaline mixed with fear. But instead of pushing you away, it drew you closer, toward his powerful thighs.

He leaned back against the wall, positioning himself comfortably while keeping a firm hold on the leather strap. "That's right… Show me just how much you love my cock, maybe I won't punish you too hard." he murmured, his tone heavy with lust and dominance.

As you started licking and sucking on his cock, you could taste his muskiness, the salty tang of his pre-cum on your tongue. Every stroke of your mouth brought a groan of pleasure from him, fueling your desire to please him better.

The sensation of your warm, wet mouth enveloping his cock sent waves of pleasure coursing through Rhysand's veins. Each suckle, each lick was driving him wilder. "Fuck… That's it, little pet," he moaned, his fingers digging into your scalp, guiding your movements.

His hips began to move instinctively, thrusting hard into your eager mouth. "Look at me when you suck my cock," he demanded, his violet eyes locked onto yours, filled with raw desire.

You gagged as he pushed all the way in. The sight of you choking on his cock, tears welling up in your eyes as the belt tightened around your delicate throat, only served to heighten Rhysand's arousal. He thrust deeper, hitting the back of your throat repeatedly, revelling in the gagging sounds you made every time. Both of you knew, that if it got too much for you, you'd do your safe signal, or scream your safeword down his mind and Rhysand always watched out for it.

"That's a good girl," he praised, repeatedly thrusting his cock into your mouth, his voice strained with impending release. "Keep going just like that." His balls tightened, signalling his approaching climax. With a guttural groan, he held your head still and pumped his hot seed directly down your throat. "Swallow it all," he commanded breathlessly, his cock pulsing with each spurt of cum.

You pant, coughing a little as you try to swallow everything, you rest you head on his thigh, body curling into him in need, your cunt pulsating in pleasure and pain. It was all too much and you were loving it.

Rhysand watched intently as you struggled to catch your breath after swallowing every last drop of his release. Once you finally managed to pull yourself together, he helped you sit up, running his fingers through your dishevelled hair affectionately.

"You did so well, little pet," he praised, cupping your face tenderly and leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your swollen lips, tasting himself on you. "Such a good slut for your High Lord." He grinned, his violet eyes sparkling with amusement and satisfaction. "Now, let's see about punishing you properly…"

"But you said you wouldn't..." Your eyes were wide at his words.

Rhysand chuckled, "I said I wouldn't punish you too hard, but I would do it hard enough for the lesson to land."

With that, he picked you up once again, this time carrying you over to the nearby post, you could only guess how Azriel tortured people on it. He secured your hands in place, making sure you were comfortable and stable before stepping back to admire his handiwork.

"Comfortable now, little pet?" Rhysand asked mockingly, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He grabbed his belt from where it hung loosely around your neck, letting the cool leather slide between his fingers. "Time to teach you a lesson about respect."

You were sure he would spank you, or whip you, but you were taken by surprise by the tendrils of darkness that began to grow from his palms, from every corner of the room.

The tendrils of darkness snaked their way around your naked form, coiling tightly and binding your limbs in place. You were left completely exposed, vulnerable, and helpless. It was a perfect setup for Rhysand to take his revenge on you.

"Now, where were we?" he mused aloud, circling around you like a predator eyeing its prey. His hands moved to his own clothes, tugging them off quickly until he stood before you completely naked. His cock twitched eagerly, ready for round two. "For your punishment, you can't cum, sweet thing." He purred, taking hold of your mind.

You gasp and struggle, both in the physical restraint and the mental one. You were baffled that he thought you would be able to stop your climax if it hit you, but you tried to fight the pleasure of the tendrils of darkness prodding at you. You gasp as one lands a lash on your ass, Rhysand watching in amusement.

They poked aggressively at your breasts, tied around your thighs and ankles, they lifted your legs to your chest, giving Rhysand a complete view of your dripping cunt and tight ass. They curiously make their way between your legs, smacking against your skin as they go, Rhysand controlling their pace and aggression.

The tendrils teased mercilessly at your most sensitive areas, tracing the curves of your breasts, flicking across your hardened nipples, brushing feather-light along your cunt. You could feel the pressure building inside you, the desperate need for release.

"Not yet, little pet," Rhysand purred, his voice a seductive caress in your mind. "Not until I say so." He positioned himself before you, his cock pressing insistently against your soaked entrance. With one swift motion, he buried himself deep inside your tight heat, groaning at the exquisite feeling of your walls gripping him. He set a brutal pace, without waiting for you to adjust, pounding into you relentlessly as the tendrils continued their torturous assault on your body.

Your walls clenched around him instinctively, but the tendrils of darkness kept you from reaching any sort of release. "You're so fucking tight," he groaned.

As you cry out from the pleasure and pain of his pace, a thick tendril shoves itself into your mouth, effectively gagging you and a few of them play with your breasts, one finding its way to tease at your clit

The added stimulation from the tendril in your mouth and the one teasing your clit had your entire body screaming for release. But Rhysand was having none of it. He maintained a relentless pace, his cock pistoning in and out of your clenching cunt.

"Can't come, can you?" he taunted, his voice rough with lust. "Even though your body wants nothing more than to explode around my cock." His tendrils pinch and twist your nipples at his words, adding another layer of pain to the mix.

The tendril in your mouth pushed harder, forcing you to choke on your cries of pleasure. And the one tormenting your clit increased its pressure, drawing circles around your sensitive bud. "Just like that," he breathed out, his thrusts becoming even more forceful.

You were sure you were going to climax, you felt yourself go over the edge, but nothing came, there was no end. Whatever Rhysand had done, had taken your ability to physically orgasm. and the thought scared you just as much as it made your cunt droll all over his cock.

"Ah figured it out, did you?" Rhysand purred, "This. Is. Your. Punishment. Sweetheart." He punctuated each word with a sharp thrust, but you were incapable of orgasming.

Rhysand grinned triumphantly, reveling in the power he held over you. Your helplessness only fueled his desire, causing his cock to throb even harder inside your stretched hole.

"This is what happens when you disobey me, little pet," he murmured, his voice low and menacing. "You lose control over your own body." He leaned in close, his hot breath tickling your ear as he whispered, "And I get to use you however I please."

With renewed vigour, he fucked you mercilessly, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. The tendrils of darkness continued their sadistic dance, pinching, twisting, spanking and stroking your sensitive body without mercy.

Rhysand's pace became erratic, his thrusts growing more frantic as he chased his own release. The tension in his body was palpable, his muscles coiled tight like a spring ready to snap.

"I'm going to fill you up, little pet," he gritted out, his voice strained with impending climax. "Going to mark you as mine, inside and out." With a final, brutal push, hitting against your cervix, he buried himself to the hilt and erupted, his hot seed flooding your depths.

As he emptied himself into you, the tendrils of darkness intensified their assault, pushing you to the very brink of insanity. You teetered on the edge, desperate for relief, but Rhysand's magic ensured you couldn't find it. Finally, with a satisfied grunt, he pulled out, leaving you gaping open and dripping with his release.

The tendrils of darkness didn't relent, not even after Rhysand had finished pumping his seed into you. They filled your cunt, stretching you further and filling you with an overwhelming sense of fullness. You cried around the appendage in your mouth as Rhysand's cock was replaced by two of his tendrils.

"Such a pretty sight," Rhysand murmured, watching as his cum dripped from your glistening folds, filled with two of his tendrils, a painful stretch. He traced a finger down your flushed cheek, wiping away a tear that had escaped. "Look at you, crying from pleasure and punishment." A cruel smile played on his lips. "Isn't this exactly what you wanted?"

It was, this was what you had wanted, for him to be as cruel as he could to you, but you hadn't expected he would take away your ability to reach your peak, just leaving you to wither from him and the tendrils he formed.

The tendrils twisted inside you, curling and writhing in a sick parody of a lover's touch, thrusting in and out of you. Rhysand revelled in your desperation, your whimpers and moans music to his ears. He circled behind you, his fingertips trailing down your spine, eliciting a shudder.

"You look stunning like this," he praised, his voice a sinful purr. "Bound, used, and utterly at my mercy." To emphasize his point, he delivered a sharp smack to your ass, the sound ringing out obscenely in the air. "Maybe I should keep you like this forever. My personal fucktoy, ready to be played with whenever I want."

The tendrils inside you pulsed, mimicking the rhythm of his words, pushing you ever closer to that elusive edge. The tendrils in your cunt and mouth moved in tandem, undulating and pulsing, driving you wild with need.

"You're so responsive," he growled appreciatively. "I love how easily you fall apart for me." His other hand slid down your trembling body, fingers finding your swollen clit and rubbing roughly. "Come for me, little bird. Show me how much you love being used."

But even as he commanded it, you remained suspended on the precipice, unable to topple over into bliss. Tears streamed freely down your face now, a combination of frustration and overwrought sensation. You needed release so badly it hurt, but Rhysand's magic prevented it, keeping you in a state of agonized ecstasy.

But strangely, his tendrils of darkness came, or that was the sensation you felt, filling your mouth and cunt up, over and over again, splattering over your body. After a few mouthfuls went down your throat, you realised it was starlight in one of its purest forms that seemed to leave the darkness, the thought had you dizy, or perhaps it was the starlight itself.

It was euphoric, the taste of it. Like a drug coursing through your body, starlight covered every inch of you, you didn't understand how they could form starlight, but you weren't enough in your own mind or body to care.

Rhysand watched with hooded eyes as starlight poured from his tendrils, coating your entire being in a shimmering sheen. He chuckled darkly, enjoying the sight of you drenched in celestial matter as his tendrils withdrew, not before passing you off to Rhysand with gentle care.

"What a beautiful mess you've become," he remarked, tracing a fingertip along the curve of your hip where starlight trickled down. "Filled with both my essence and the cosmos itself." He pressed his palm against your lower back. You were floating, blissfully unaware of everything but your mate, your Rhysand.

With a soft chuckle, he whispered, "You've been a wonderful girl. Taking your punishment so well." and the barrier he had cast on you seemed to leave, and your impending orgasm hit you with its entirely painful pace, as he stroked your clit to sooth over your release.

You fell into an abyss of pleasure, screaming out in ecstasy as you finally reached your long overdue orgasm, the orgasm was a punishment in itself. Wave after wave of intense bliss crashed over you, drowning out everything else. Your body convulsed, your walls clenching tightly around nothing but Rhysand's finger at your clit as you rode the high.

Rhysand watched, his expression unreadable, as you bucked and writhed against him. When your orgasm subsided, leaving you gasping for breath, he leaned in close, whispering in your ear, "Welcome back, darling. You did so good."

You could barely open your eyes, and when you did, you saw the familiar warmth of Rhysand's eyes, you tried to speak but nothing came out, so Rhysand just gently turned you up in his arms, "It's all over, my precious, I'll take you home."

Despite your exhaustion, you felt a sense of peace wash over you, knowing that you were safe with Rhysand, before you passed out, you heard him whisper in an amused tone, "I didn't quite know they could produce starlight, lovely. That should do wonders for your skin and hair."

Rhysand looked down at you, marvelling at the sight of your spent body, glowing with traces of starlight.

"I must say, sweetheart," he mused aloud, "You have an uncanny ability to surprise me. First with your disobedience, then with your… Need for me to be ruthless." He smiled softly, brushing a lock of hair away from your face. "Perhaps we can explore those tendencies further sometime."

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[elisabethdeep-blog]

Gotta make a post about my best DunMeshi neurospicy boi

Lotta content out there about Laios' autistic traits but where o where is the Senshi rep?

Senshi's dedication to Dungeon trophic systems makes Laios' special interest look like a well-thumbed pamphlet. (Granted Senshi has had significantly longer to cook; Laios is a baby).

Senshi's limited emoting is baked-in to his character model- that thousand yard stare, most of his face occluded by his habitual helmet (masked, even...... How many folks pine for covid masks obviating the need to manage their faces constantly?)

He overheard someone mention his special interest and Walked Right Up to a Group of Strangers to brazenly asplain them a thing. Marcille makes a bridge-mending bid regarding the mosses in the scorpion hotpot (after her previous truculent outbursts) and he totally deadpans her, because he didn't even notice.

He is VERY COMMITED to his ethical position on dungeon ecology. More than once he's disrupted Marcille Right at the point of release of a spell, after she's been chanting for like a paragraph, because she's going to contravene some principle of his.

Also

Speaking of Marcille, he demonstrates some pretty rigid, black-and-white thinking around magic, that doesn't seem internally consistent. He's repeatedly reanimating magical constructs (golems), an explicitly controlled magical act, but is Very Very reluctant to submit to being charmed with WaterWalk; his spoken reasoning about this just doesn't hold water.

Oh and he's totally neglected his personal hygiene for basically ever. He's averse to cleaning up for the sake of being bespelled, but other than magic, seems fine with getting the salon treatment. This isn't a Toph Beifong 'protective layer of earth', he's just forgotten to care about not being covered with monster gore.

PDA? The fellow has one (1) social skill, namely, he exercises any discretion on opening his mouth to argue. But that holds him back exactly NONE when he decides he's done listening. The first time we see this is gathering Mandrakes, when he doesn't SAY he's done with Marcille's opinions, but he Does just go ahead and exercise his damn autonomy. a MUCH stronger example is when Chilchuck is guiding them through the trap rooms. Senshi gets roundly (and rightly!) chewed out by Chilchuck, and his response isn't the sensible 'sorry Chilchuck, maybe I could walk more directly behind you so I can more closely match your steps', but to BRAZENLY DANCE ALL OVER THE TRAP FLOOR! the only reason that doesn't kill the whole party is The Plot. It's not even that he doesn't appreciate Chilchuck's skill- he just don't like getting chastised! Same with Anne the Kelpie! Senshi's gonna do what Senshi's gonna do! He WILL not be rushed, he WILL not be chastised, he WILL not be directed! How do we think he came to be living in a dungeon all by himself in the first place!!

AND THE BREAD!

THIS IS NOT THE DEMAND OF A NEUROTYPICAL DWARF

Look there's more. After Chilchuck's impassioned and heartfelt plea, Senshi suggests they should return to the surface because they're 'low on seasoning'.

He's a dwarf who turned his adamantium shield into a cookpot.

He can meticulously maintain his mithril cooking knife but not his axe.

He responds well to other characters meeting him halfway but initiates few (no?) such bids himself. There's rarely any guile in Senshi, and when he is being shifty, he's Bad At It- and again, usually its in service of demand avoidance, like when he capitalises on Marcille's toilet break to reanimate his golems.

Senshi is the monomaniac that society has spent Decades trying to iron out of my wrinkly brain.

I hope to see him also find a place in the neurosparkly constellations.

[medusapelagia]

24 I have a date

written for @steddieangstyaugust (prompt:"Go, see if I care." ) and @augustwritingchallenge (Prompt: Pretended Hate ) @aug-kissed (prompt: Hickeys)  Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve/Eddie TW: no one Words: 1228

“Come on, Steve! Eddie is a friend! He’s the Dungeon Master of the Hellfire Club! You have to come with us and meet him!” Dustin is begging him, while Steve brushes his hair, getting ready for his date.

“Yeah. I heard you say that the first fifteen times. Eddie’s your super cool friend. Way cooler than me.”

“It’s not that! It’s just… we don’t see each other anymore, and if you started to hang out with us maybe…”

“Dustin, kid, look at me. Do I look like the kind of person who can have fun during one of your boring games? And I know Eddie, I attended the same school you attended, did you forget it? And I can tell you that there aren’t two people more different than Eddie and I.”

“Come on! I swear that he’s fun! And he knows a lot of things! And…”

“Things like what? How to sell drugs to high schoolers? Wait! You aren’t taking any of that shit, are you, Dustin?” Steve asks seriously, his arms on Dustin’s shoulder looking at him in the eyes.

“No, I’m not. Fuck, Steve, you sound like my mother! I’m just having fun with my friends!”

Steve lifts an eyebrow, studying him, then he shrugs, “You’re right. You’re too much of a nerd to use those things. But don’t let Eddie or anyone else convince you to smoke with them, ok?”

“But you used to smoke.” Dustin grins, remembering the drugged confession Steve made in a Russian elevator the year before.

“Yeah. Then I got beaten and drugged by Russian soldiers so no, I don’t smoke joints anymore and I don’t want you to smoke either. It’s bad for your brain.” he tells him while ruffling Dustin’s hair, before looking at the time, “Come on. It’s getting late and I have a long shift and a date tonight.”

“Heidi?”

“No.”

“Susan?”

“No.”

“Jennifer?”

“Oh come on! You’re making me look like a fucking monster. I don’t date that much!”

“Oh yeah, because you date them only for one night and then completely forget about every single one of them but you don’t want to spend one night, one night Steve, with me and my friends.”

“I already told you, Dustin, I have a date,” Steve explains tiredly to Dustin who glares at him furiously.

“Well if your dates are more important than me then just go! Go and see if I care!" Dustin yells, bolting out of Steve’s house, and slamming the door loudly behind himself.

“Dustin! Dustin!” Steve calls, opening the door, but the kid is already biking away through the woods to get to the trailer park.”

“Fuck.” he curses under his breath, staring at the boy that disappears behind some trees. 

He wonders if he should follow him but the clock radio tells him that’s already too late and he still has to pick up Robin, so he grabs his dark green vests and gets into his car, driving toward Robin’s house first and then Family Video.

“What’s the long face?” Robin asks as soon as she sits in his car.

“I think I had a fight with Dustin.”

“You think you did or did you actually have a fight?”

“He asked him to join them for one of their game nights and I said no. And he was so pissed he rushed out of my house without even saying goodbye.”

“That’s normal Dustin’s behavior. Don’t think too much about it. I’m sure in a day or two everything will be back to normal.” She replies, smiling, fixing her makeup in the little car mirror.

Steve nods, she’s right, “Maybe I could pick him up before my date, just to talk.”

“That’s a great idea. Who’s the date by the way? I forgot. Jennifer?”

Steve ignores her, “I’m not going to say anything to you. You lost your gossip privileges when you mocked me for taking Heidi to the Championship game!” Steve replies, parking in front of the video store.

It’s a Thursday, so in the afternoon it’s quite calm and they spend almost all their time rewinding the VHS and throwing candies at each other.

Once their shift is finally over, Steve asks Robin if she minds if they make a stop at the trailer park to pick up Dustin and she replies she doesn’t mind if she can keep her shotgun privileges.

The trailer is old and rusty, and Steve’s BMW wheels grind on the gravel loudly.

“The King has come to see his subjects.” Munson grins, smoking a cigarette.

“I’m here to pick up Dustin, is he ready to go?”

“As ready as someone who lost all his friends can be.”

“He what?” Steve asks worriedly.

“Calm down, Harrington, I’m talking about the game,” Eddie replies, smirking, while Dustin leaves the trailer sadder than he was when he first got there.

“You're the devil himself.” Dustin whines, “How could you do that to us.”

“It’s not me, young padawan, it’s just fate.” Eddie winks while Steve manages to fit Dustin’s bike in his trunk somehow and drives him back home.

“Did you have fun?”

“Does it look like I had fun?” Dustin retorts, crossing his arm in front of his chest.

“Today isn’t a great day. Got it. Why don’t we go have smoothies tomorrow afternoon?” Steve proposes but Dustin doesn’t even reply. 

All he says is “Thanks for the ride,” before shutting the door behind him.

“Kids.” Robin replies when Steve drives her home, “Have fun with your mysterious date!” she waves before going home.

Back at Steve’s place, everything seems normal, apart from his room’s window which looks suspiciously ajar, even if Steve knows he left it closed.

He steps quietly to his room, slamming the door open to catch the intruder by surprise, only to find Eddie half-naked on his bed.

“About time, big boy!” he complains, getting closer to him and pushing him against the wall before kissing him hard.

“Fuck you, Eddie! You scared me!”

“Sorry babe, but I know a great way to ask for forgiveness. Why don’t you lose some of those clothes?” Eddie suggests, kissing Steve more sweetly this time.

“Dustin is still pissed at me. For how long do we have to keep up all this pantomime?”

“Are you ready to come out to a group of teenagers who can’t shut the fuck up?”

Steve sighs, Eddie is right as always.

“But when Robin and I move to Chicago you’ll come with us, right?” Steve asks while Eddie leaves hickeys and love bites on his golden skin, humming content.

“Robin knows about it?”

“Not yet. But she’s my platonic soulmate, she would never say no to me.”

Eddie grins, amused, “She’s way tougher than you think, but yeah, if I manage to graduate this year I promise I’ll try to move to Chicago with you. I think Jeff is moving there too. Could find an apartment with him, close to yours, and get in your room by the window. But for the moment my plan is to write ‘I’m sorry’ on your skin with my teeth. Any thoughts?” He asks, latching on Steve’s neck like a vampire and leaving a huge purple hickey.

Steve feels a familiar warmth in his stomach while Eddie unbutton his jeans and opens the fly.

After all, being in a secret relationship isn’t that bad.

[novanox88]

Those Leftover Pieces - Pt 1

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Summary: You’re in love with Draco – you always have been. But he likes Hermione, and she likes Ron. It’s a mess, and you don’t think you’ll ever be an option.

Warnings: Pining, Kinda Fluff, No Smut, Slight Use of Y/N, Draco is Kinda OOC

(w/c 2.1k)

Cold air bit at your skin causing goosebumps to trail up your arms as you hurriedly made your way through the grounds. Wet grass brushed against your ankles sending the cold straight through your legs. You wrapped your arms around your body as best as you could while holding the small bunch of flowers gently in your hands. They were hellebores, the whites of the petals a bright contrast to the glum and wet morning surrounding you. Deep magenta splattered across the pristine petals like little droplets of blood. You could see why someone would like them but you weren’t a fan, they were too pure too clean. It felt faked. Patches of the hellebores were dotted around the Hogwarts garden, you were sure Hagrid loved them with how well they were maintained, they always had enough water and enough attention. You didn’t dwell on it too much, hurrying your pace when the side door came into view. You couldn’t believe you were doing this. This was a whole other level of pathetic.

You took a sharp right, heading down the stairwell towards the dungeons and your common room. You were practically running at this point, desperate to get out of the, now increasing, cold. Rounding the corner you came face to face with the common room entrance. It was a deep mahogany door with intricate designs etched into it. The door was bordered by a huge stone snake that looked like it was crawling over the door to protect it. Standing in front of it always reminded you of the first time you were here. If only you had known then where you’d end up, maybe you would’ve made different friends.

You’d made it to Hogwarts and through the sorting ceremony all in one piece and you couldn’t have been more excited. Someone brushed past your side as you moved in a group with the rest of the newly sorted first years down towards the Slytherin common rooms. Your house hadn’t been a surprise, you came from a long line of Slytherins and Ravencaws and you were certain you didn’t have the brains of a Ravenclaw so here you were standing with your fellow Slytherins as the Prefect muttered the code under his breath to open the door.

Pureblood. The word was hollow and soft as it left your mouth, your breath fogged up the air in front of you as you waited. With a loud whine, the doors pushed open like some unknown force was opening them for you and you stepped forward into the place you’d called home for the past seven years. Immediately you felt warmth rush over your body and you breathed a sigh of relief as your body stopped shivering. The common room was empty but you could hear the soft rustles of movement upstairs as the early birds got ready for their morning study sessions. You’d never been a morning person, the very thought of waking up early and getting out of your warm bed irked you. Everyone knew not to wake you unless they wanted you to be a grouchy monster for the rest of the day but you knew that some people enjoyed the mornings. You knew she liked the mornings.

You creep upstairs into your dorm room desperate not to wake anyone up. Shuffling silently past all your sleeping friends you made your way to the very end of the dorm where your bed was. On the bedside table was a small spool of twine and a sheet of magenta paper, matching the colour of the flower you held in your hand. You could feel bile rising in your throat as you moved. Disappointment and embarrassment heated your cheeks as you carefully wrapped the flowers in the paper, fingers carefully wrapping and rolling as you thought about everything except where these flowers were going. The twine grated against your fingers as you pulled it around the little makeshift bouquet, tying the whole thing together with a nice bow.

“What are you doing?” your head snapped around, meeting the eyes of your best friend who looked you up and down sceptically. You must’ve been quite the sight, kneeling down next to your bedside table, paper and string in hand. Pansy raised a single eyebrow as she made her way towards you, hands rubbing at her face tiredly.

“It’s nothing, go back to sleep,” but she wasn’t listening, rounding the corner of your bed Pasy huffed out a sigh when she saw the neatly tied bouquet sitting on the floor in front of you.

“Stupid fucking flowers,” she sat on top of your bed looking down at you “You shouldn’t have done that, Malfoy’s a big boy he can get his own flowers,” You opened your mouth to defend yourself but no words came out, instead you sat there gaping like a fish, knowing she was right. But Draco had asked you, what else could you have possibly done?

Draco had been going on and on about the flowers for weeks now, complaining that they were such a pain in the ass to get because they were so far away in the grounds and he always had Prefect duties to attend to. So being the dutiful little friend you were you had lied, and said you’d started taking morning walks and would love to grab them for him. You’d gotten a few weird looks from your friends, specifically Pansy who could tell you were up to something but Draco didn’t seem to mind, in fact, he hadn’t even questioned the fact that you never get up early. Instead, he thanked you with that cautious smile that always made your heart clench, told you where to find the flowers and when he needed them by. And you being the pathetic girl you were had smiled brightly back at him like he held the moon in his hands and you were a moth desperate to bask in its glow.

“This is a new low even for you,” Pansy groaned, kicking her legs back and forth as she spoke.

“I’m well aware of how stupid I must look,” you muttered under your breath as you got up, picking up the bouquet in your hand “but right now I have a job to do,” Pansy rolled her eyes behind you, her soft footsteps following close behind you.

“You need to stop letting him treat you like this,”

“He doesn’t treat me like anything,” the words were like ice on your tongue. You knew Draco would never see you as anything, not while she was there with him and how could you blame him, she was everything you were not but it still hurt. It always hurt. Sometimes you wished he’d just stop talking to you altogether at least then you would have that little kernel of hope that had craved its way into your heart and took root there. If he just ignored you then you

“Exactly,” Pansy grabbed your shoulder halting you before you could open the dorm door. “He doesn’t care about you, not like you care for him,” your eyes were downcast as she spoke to you. You knew what you’d see if you looked up. Pity. “You need to stop following him around like a fucking puppy,” Her hand tightened, rooting you to the spot. “Have some self-respect y/n,” oh. That hurt. Tears pricked at your eyes, the same ones that you’d been holding back for so long. Your chest clenched and you had to put all of your effort into not crumpling to the floor. You felt pathetic and you were sure you looked the same.

“I know,” your breathing was ragged as you spoke, the words tumbling out of your mouth like they were fighting to get out fast enough “I fucking know Pansy but I can’t, I don’t know what I’d do with myself without him,”

“This is just embarrassing,” Pansy spoke but her words weren’t harsh she just sounded tired. This was the exact same conversation they’d had every night after all. A single tear rolled down your cheek and dropped to the floor, dampening a small spot on the otherwise pristine carpet. Behind you, Pansy sighed, letting go of your shoulder. “Just go. Give him the damn flowers and go back to bed, I know that’s where you really want to be right now,” you actually laughed at that, the sound grating against your dry throat. She was right, you really wanted to go back to bed, in fact, you’d prefer to be just about anywhere else right now.

You wiped your tears away with your free hand as you made your way back down to the common room. A small part of you, somewhere deep inside wanted to get rid of the flower. Throw them on the floor and step on them, crush them under your feet so they could feel what you had felt while picking them. But the larger part of you knew that was stupid, nothing would change how he felt about you and nothing would change how he felt about her. Soft footsteps drew your attention up to the stairs and nothing could stop the slight smile that appeared on your face when you saw him. Draco grinned back at you as he descended, his pace quickening when he noticed the small bouquet in your hands. His smile stopped your heart in its tracks. You loved his smile, the real one that was joyful and showed that he could be more than the cold facade he paraded around. This smile was quiet and happy and reserved only for the people he cared about, you felt your mood automatically lift at the sight of it. It was a familiar feeling and you loved it. God, you needed to get a life.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” it was the first thing you could think of to say and it was true you really couldn’t believe that the great Draco Malfoy, Slytherin prince, my father will hear about this boy was giving flowers to someone. Draco rolled his eyes as he grabbed the bouquet from your hands.

“Don’t be a prat, I already feel stupid,” you forced a laugh out of your mouth, trying to make it seem as natural as possible. You silently fell into step beside Draco, the pair of you making your way out of the common room. You shivered as the cool air hit your arms through the thin material of your school shirt, mentally cursing yourself for not grabbing something when you were in the dorms.

“Idiot,” Draco muttered under his breath but you knew it was meant for you.

“What,” you exclaimed indignantly, nudging into his side.

“You always do this, leaving your school jumper in the dorm even if it’s cold cause it's itchy,” Draco raised a single eyebrow daring you to fight back but you both knew he was right. Instead, you stuck your tongue out at Draco, wrapping your arms around yourself as you continued walking. Draco threw his head back and laughed, the deep and rich noise that wrapped up around you and pushed all the cold away. It had taken you years to coax a real laugh out of him and now you revelled in every single one you could get. Before you could respond a fistful of fabric was pushed into your face and you stumbled backwards, steadying yourself.

“Wha- Hey, what was that for,”

“Take it with you,” Draco nodded towards the bundle of material in your hand, which you finally took note of. It was his jacket or something of the sort, you’d never seen him wear it before. It looked like one of the muggle jackets that some of the students wore around the grounds, you hadn’t realised Draco was into muggle fashion. “I figured you would need something to warm up,” It took everything in you to not start smiling like a crazy lady. Draco turned to the library door, which you’d just noticed you were standing in front of. You tried to ignore the hollow feeling creeping through your body as he slowly began to rock back and forward on his heels. You had been so absorbed in your little walk that you had almost forgotten you were playing wingman for the man you loved. Almost. You mumbled a small good luck under your breath before turning on your heel and heading back down the corridor towards your room.

Draco didn’t even notice you leave.

[ganondoodle]

since im really struggeling getting myself to draw (and also feel not great physically)- heres some more notes for the totk rewrite (dungeons specifically... it got long again ...):

(just as a recap for those that havent seen my many ramblings of it before; in this rewrite i rewrote nearly everything, mechanics, gameplay, story etc- theres also no mystery stones and no rauru/sonia, and zelda doesnt travel anywhere and is your permanent companion instead; the abilities of your friends are tied to their personal weapons (more specifically, its charged with their magic after having and using them for years) which they gift to you at the end of each dungeon/after the miniboss of it (doesnt mean they lose it themselves bc they can use another weapon to channel their magic through, its not like botws literaly giving you their ability, you get a supercharged battery AND a permanent special weapon out of it) )

teba and tulin are a team here, one of each channels their magic through the bow, the other through the arrows (havent decided which which but id say teba bow and tulin arrows bc hes kid still but idk) and the ability is different if you use only the bow, only the arrows, or both combined-

their dungeon involves tulin being a little full of himself, stealing tebas bow and rushing in alone, which ends up with him being captured/eaten by a monster, somethign you dont get to see (to increase tension he is just gone) teba is now without his way to channel his magic AND without his best weapon (and also anxious bc its .. his kid that disappeared)- you find the bow and arrows along with some feathers before going into the fight to the miniboss, during which you free tulin from it and fight the rest of it together; tulin has learned his lesson and works together with teba now (also let him be actually scared like a kid would be) and you go on to do the rest of the dungeon during which teba and tulin get used to using their magic together, followed by the boss (i dont have that one down to detail yet, something wormy perhaps) and then they gift you their bow and arrows

yunobo isnt there when you reach the settlement of the gorons (i think i moved it away from death mountain bc its like .. dont repeat that location like that AGAIN man, and death mountain is also largely collapsed, actualyl changing the map and all)- you learn he went to investigate somethign with two others and didnt return, doing so bc he wanted to be helpful and prove that he is not as scared and timid as he used to be-

you enter the dungeon and a little bit into it you find his weapon (now perhaps having been used as a weapon by a regular enemy so its not as much the same as the tebas bows or locked away or soemthing .. oaky i dont have ALL the details yet :/ BUT it is different here bc you get his ability with his weapon right away, you get teba+tulins only at the end) and before what is obviously the miniboss are the two gorons that accompanied yunobo, but they act weird and threaten you (kinda like the guys at the gates of the actual game bc that moment was really creepy, one of the few thigns i thought were cool ... only to be extremely lackluster as they were just mean and not actually agressive ....), saying that you shouldnt disturb the boss (as in, yunobo) and you should give them his weapon since it doesnt belong to you, when you refuse you actually have to fight them until they are knocked out (maybe by zelda, to avoid having you literally kill them, but they do get hurt)

then you get to the room and yunobo is posessed (NOT by a stupid wrestler mask) in a really creepy malice way, after which he regains his senses and he allows you to keep the weapon but he goes back to his hurt companions to get them to safety after you tell him what happened which leaves you to do more of the dungeon without him but he gets back fairly quickly (and also got a new weapon while he was at it)

the boss here i wanted to be the possessed remains of an ancient long dead goron, as the setting for the dungeon being either a lost city (like .. an actual thing that looks like one) or an ancient mine where some accident may have happened you will never be able to learn about (sometimes that is a good thing) which was hijacked by ganondorf literally only bc it was convenient way to try and get your friends killed and thus weaken the enemy forces (instead of .. leading you right to the thing he doesnt want you to get or something .. god totk makes so little sense ...)

so, sidon, i dont have that much detail for yet BUT, the zora dungeon is located in a vast underground cave system (under water), the zora waterworks (bc im mad they put that in jsut to make you press a button once to make a waterfall from a floating goddamn island in tHE AIR-)

at some part of it you encounter weird and glowy looking zoras you cant even recognize as such at first as they are a group of zora that were cut off from all others for centuries and thus changed into very different looking ones, also different language so no easy communication (you were only able to encounter them bc the cataclysm shook the earth and reconnected the cave systems so they could reach further up and you down)

perhaps in this dungeon the main enemies are those different zoras (maybe they were the ones keeping the waterworks active this whole time and its the main reason why the surface zora had their area be as watery and lush- the deep sea zoras keeping it running only bc its their tradition/temple/living space ... now perhaps, the ones that were cut off from the others back in the day might have been the workers doing maintenance but the knowledge of all that was buring by time) when you fight them and ther HP is low they either swim away quickly or curl up into a unique defensive mechanism in which you cant hurt them anymore-

the miniboss i could see as being a fight with their queen (who is creepy looking and much taller than sidon, keeping that trend of royal zoras being way bigger) at the end of which the actual boss of the dungeon (dont know what yet, eel? bc it can shoot out from the dark quickly? or a deep sea kraken?) attacks you both, snatching up both sidon and the queen but since he is so much smaller he can escape its grasp while she gets taken (not without a fight mind you)

after this the other zoras dont attack you anymore and jsut hide immediately- at halfway to defeating the boss the queen is able to free herself and then joins you in the fight, at the end of which sidon tends to her wounds (as he has a healign ability here) making it clear to her that he is not their enemy, once you are outside he gifts you a shield (or spear?) earning you his ability and later the queen and some of the other deep sea zoras can be found at the zora settlements (but only at night as they are sensitive to the sun

(ALTERNATIVELY- i havent decided which version yet, BUT alternative version would be that there is no monster at the zora dungeon, it is "just" those deep sea zoras, the miniboss could be a higher in command deep sea zora and the main boss the queen and the end being either she is that kind of honorable person that respects your strength and thus doesnt attack you further OR you beat her and then sidon heals her again so its clear we dont actually want to harm them, sicne you cant talk to them (language barrier!)- i like this one almost more sicne it shakes up the formula and also, ganondorf has spent so long in his prison beneath the earth he would know these zoras where there and they would clash with the others, no need to always put monsters there, save energy, make them take out each other uwu)

riju; i unfortunately havent gotten much of anything for the gerudos as of yet sicne its a bit harder to figure out (with how i wrote ganondorf here its a bit more tricky, does he go easy on them even though he doesnt want to bc he still has a soft spot for them? does he do it even worse bc he hates how he was abandoned and how they sided with hyrule? does he not influence anything at all there and maybe its jsut something else that is making trouble? still figuring it out)- the only thing i know i really want to be there is a big ol room with redeads/gibdoes(?) you have to sneak through and something waking them up when you are in the middle of it (like the labyrinth in botw where you drop down and get a million guardian laser on you)- and perhaps the boss could be vah naboris that fell into the underground and was overtaken by malice (but like, in pieces and with malice arms and eyes, rly creepy etc)

koga is the other, unexpected ally in the rewrite, his dungeon would be locked until after you did the mid games bossfight against ganondorf (actual him)- its located in the akkala fortress, one part in the upper, now accessible, part the other in the secret shiekah part on the underside, kogas quest would be longer to get to the actual dungeon (still a wip) but i know its locked by a mechanism only he can open/use and you cant get his quest further until you did the midboss;

it does involve learning little bits about him (since im including my hc for him as being an ancient shiekah monk that lived through the persecution of them and is still living bc he did malice experiments on himself), miniboss could be either a shiekah security system (since we didnt have all that much shiekah stuff so far) or perhaps koga himself who briefly turns against you again (bc that would kinda .. track wouldnt it?)- before the actual boss there is a corpse of a shiekah that was stabbed with a hylian spear (implying that they made them lock the door and then killed them anyway)

the boss is a yiga (without arms? or ripping them off durign the fight, and their head was shot through so no face no voice) thats completely overtaken my malice with big wallmaster like hands and all, but still occasionally using old shiekah techniques (perhaps koga is very atpyical silent during it)- just before the boss dies it reaches out to him and koga grabs its hand like a trusted companions ... after it is gone he says something about it having once been an old friend of his

(dont know if would include this directly BUT the though of that it was a shiekah of the same age as him that founded the yiga clan together with him, they were a researcher who did those malice experiments on themself first and it made them overconfident to a point in which they tried to assassinate the king of hyrule of that time all on their own and got killed by the princess (hence the hole in the face), they survived .. more or less but as a stationary unkillable ... thing, was locked away and over time grew to be agressive and it was moved to the akkala underground without koga knowing what had happened to them for all the following centuries)

.......why do these things always get so long ..... well, i hope i can find some sort of motivation soon so its not all wall of texts on my blog qwq'

[whiskeyghoul]

7 || She blinded me with science || [Spencer Reid x Goth!Reader]

First part, Previous part, Next part

A/N: Okay this is mostly just fluff to lead up to more things. Anyways, reader getting out of the lab dungeon! Yay! Also Spencer is definitely the type of person to get overwhelmed by feelings and get too into his head with everything. So here is a chapter of just the inner musing of the ‘oh my god I am going too fast.’ and ‘I really want to do more with them. What if I scare them off.’ type of things. Because he already realized his feelings but he is too blinded by them to see yours. Not proof read once again oops.

WC: 3 K

Tags: Fluff, just pure fluff, idiots in love, mentions of things from the past, reminiscing.

Warnings: None.

Spencer POV

Spencer had decided that he’d finish the week by staying home. So when he arrived at Quantico on Monday morning, two coffees in hand, he felt refreshed in a weird way. Where at the start of the week before he had felt terrible, tired, aching. Now he had a slight lightness in his step. The satchel hanging off of his shoulder was heavy, filled with his paperwork that he had done at home. He had spent that Friday actually working on it, feeling better than he had before that.

When you had come over that last Thursday, he had listened to your apology. Realizing how much of an impact on your life your ex had. He just hoped that it was over now. Because when he thought about you, being hurt, stalked. It made something inside him so angry. That when you had sat across from him at his dining table he just wanted you to stay close to him forever. So that he could be the one to keep an eye on you. It felt possessive. Which he hadn’t felt before. Not about a person at least.

About his favorite book, yes. Or his personal mug. About the chess set he had gotten from his mother years ago. Yet you were the first person to stir up similar feelings inside of him. He had almost even invited you to stay over that night. Which was moving way too fast considering you had just hurt his feelings immensely about a week before. Yet seeing you, in that big ragged hoodie, completely disheveled, vulnerable. He needed you close. He also wanted to kick Tommy in the teeth if he ever ran into him. For hurting you. For being a dick. He’d never felt like intentionally hurting someone like that. But you did something to him.

Spencer walked to the frosted glass door, knocking quickly before stepping in. He watched as you sat up at your desk, eyes meeting him, your concentrated frown turned to a smile. The way the crease in your brown relaxed at the sight of him made his heart still for a moment. He hadn’t thought that the sight of him was enough to make you smile. Wanting to immerse himself in that feeling. If only for a moment. “Morning Spencer.” Your voice was chipper that morning. He noted you looked put together, happy, carefree. Though that is what getting rid of a stalker usually does. He walked over, knowing he couldn’t stay long but wanting to spend as much time with you as he could.

“Good morning.” He returned with a smile, handing over the coffee that had kept his hand warm on his walk up. You gladly took it, taking an immediate sip. “You are a godsend.” You spoke with a smile after placing the cup down. “Because of the coffee or is there another reason for this compliment?” He asked, an amused smile playing on his lips as he took off the purple scarf he had worn on his way over. Draping it over the back of one of the desk chairs. “Both. I couldn’t get coffee this morning, I was in a rush since I got new evidence in.” You said, and got up from your chair, ready to show him whatever you got in. “Look, this is so interesting, they found a butt load of money on the victim. It was found at the crime scene, there was powder that could either be used for tracing or could be some drugs. Maybe it’s cocaine, maybe it is a poison absorbed through the skin.” You continued, holding up the evidence bag with a few hundred dollar notes.

“What’s the other reason?” Spencer asked. You blinked, just a little confused. “For the powder?” You questioned in return. “For the compliment.” Spencer answered and you blinked again. Doe eyed and a little embarrassed. Clearly you had changed the subject because you didn’t want to tell him the true reason. “Ehm… well, you- you look really good.” Your face had gotten tinged red as you stammered over your words. Spencer smiled. Without even thinking he leaned slightly down. Planting a tender kiss on your cheek. He couldn’t not, seeing your pinkened cheeks, the urge to kiss you was almost unbearable. But he could hold back enough to just press his lips on the apple of your cheek. Your skin was soft and warm against them. The smell of your perfume once again wafting up into his nose. It was a quick second of a move but he would keep that moment in his memories forever. 

When he pulled away you looked still as flustered as before. “What was that for?” your voice was sweet, not even a hint of apprehension in them. You feigned confusion, he could see it in the way your eyes looked at him with a slight twinkle. Only one brow quirking up and a lopsided smile that you tried to hold back. “You look really good too.” Spencer answered, his cheeks feeling just the slightest hint of warmth. He watched you, the way your bottom lip got caught between your teeth as you struggled to keep from smiling too much. He wanted to keep that look all to himself. His hands aching again to pull you closer to him, to let himself melt into that cherry scent. To never stop kissing those sweet lips. He could stay in the lab forever with you if you would let him. Or if his boss would. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket before the sound went off. The ding of a text message that was probably sent by one of his colleagues wondering why he was later than usual.

“I think you need to get to work too.” You spoke with a hint of disappointment. A sigh crossed your slightly parted lips. “I can come back for lunch.” Spencer spoke quickly, so ready to return to you even when he hasn’t left yet. “You always have lunch here, I am sure you must be sick of the lab.” You quickly protested. How could he be sick of the place where he gets to spend time with you. It was a preposterous thought. Nothing like that would have ever crossed his mind

“What if I come to you for lunch? Would that be okay?” you asked. “Are you sure? I mean… I would love that! If you want to of course. But isn’t this your space? I get it if you don’t want to go somewhere else to have lunch. Though if you do want to. I can show you my desk. Penelope would also be happy to see you, I’m sure.” Spencer rambled, until he realized he was rambling. The last word trailing off. He knew what you were doing, you were trying to make him comfortable. Even though he wasn’t uncomfortable in the lab. Yes, it was a bit of a walk, but he never complained because it meant you two would have lunch together. But he did realize he always came to you. And maybe, you had felt bad for making him come down every time. Though, you never asked him to besides the first time. After that it was all on his own accord. “I think I should broaden my horizons outside of the lab.” You joked, the giggle following your words sounding like a melody to him. “Right. Then, I would love to.” He smiled, his face feeling suddenly hot with embarrassment. His phone went off again. 

Spencer watched as you placed your hands on his shoulders. The feeling sent tingles down his spine. “I will see you at lunch then. Thank you for the coffee, pretty boy.” You quickly moved up onto your toes and placed a peck on his cheek. Mirroring what he had done to you. So casual. A peculiar kind that bordered on domestic. He locked that thought away for now. Not wanting to open that can of worms when he had just known you for a month, maybe less. It had only been 2 weeks since your first true kiss, in the museum. God he was moving quick, he might even scare himself with the rate at which these feelings grew inside of him. He realized he loved you, but saying that now would be too soon. You spun him around , his out of control thoughts quieting down, before giving a light push towards the door of the lab. Just as the notification sound went off for a third time.

When Spencer made his way to the bullpen of the BAU and took a seat at his desk he heard Derek whistle. “Got a little honey I see. And so early in the morning, how does he do it ladies and gents?” The man sidled up to his desk as Spencer bent down to put his bag on the ground. He looked back up to Derek with a little confusion, until he realized. His eyes went just a little wide. He had been so dazed by the fact you kissed him so quickly, and then shoved him to get to work, he forgot to check his face for what most likely would be a deep red mark on his left cheek. “You got a little something right there.” Derek pointed to his own cheek with a grin.

“Just because you can’t get it doesn’t mean you have to make fun of me.” Spencer sassed, grabbing a tissue and wetting it with water from his bottle, wiping at his cheek to remove your lipstick stain. Even though it hurt him slightly to remove the lasting mark you left on him. “Oh I am not making fun of anyone. I am proud. You return back after a week of absence due to a broken heart with what is clearly a sign that she’s still into you.” Derek explained, hands up in a defensive pose. Though he still had that grin. “Or you moved on to someone new really quickly.”

Spencer looked at the stain on the tissue, it was still vaguely kiss shaped. “We made up.” He said softly, a little embarrassed again. He knew Derek truly didn’t mean any harm with his words, they were teasing, like the older brother he never had but wished he did. “Good for you.” Derek said as he patted his shoulder before returning to his own desk. Spencer sat down, stuffing the tissue in his pocket before he went to work on filing the paperwork.

Spencer kept looking at the clock, hoping, praying they wouldn’t get a case until after lunch. Maybe that was a selfish thought, wanting the murders and the kidnappings to wait for his own gain. He knew that if they were needed they would fly out within 30 minutes. But lunch with you was important. So every few minutes he looked at the clock. Every time the elevator made a noise his eyes would flick over. The clock crept nearer to 12 pm, then when it hit 12:15 on the dot the elevator doors opened. And there you were, white coat foregone, two small bags in your hands that he supposed contained your lunch. You looked around the room a little nervous.

Spencer got up from his seat, waving you over with a smile. You lit up once you saw him, walking over quickly, boots thudding heavy against the linoleum of the bullpen. “Hey.” Spencer said with a smile, feeling a little too excited. “Hey.” you said in turn with a big smile. “I eh… got lunch for the both of us. If that’s not overstepping.” You said, holding out one of the paper bags. “I texted Penelope, she said you liked BLT so I truly hope you do.” you spoke quickly and Spencer grabbed the bag with a smile. The fact that you went out of your way to get him something he liked, to text Penelope, it made his heart swell. “I do. Thank you.” He said and motioned for you to take his seat.

As he did Spencer looked around the room for a second, a slightly surprised look from Emily, a confused one from JJ, and Derek just smiled before giving him a thumbs up. A sudden reminder that he never told Emily or JJ, and he was lucky David and Aaron sat in their own offices. He could not handle getting dating advice from David right now. You sat down in his seat as Spencer pulled a free chair over, sitting next to you. Closing a few books to make space to put the food down. “Sorry, it’s a bit of a mess.” He apologized but you simply smiled. “It’s okay. I like it, it’s your apartment but in desk form.” You commented, looking over the things on his desk.

He felt a little embarrassed by the few knick-knacks that were on there. The post it notes stuck to any service as reminders of things to do. He watched as you picked up the picture frame, a photo of his mom and him in there. “That’s my mom, Diana…” he said, as he watched your intent look. “She looks nice. You have similar bone structure.” You commented. Spencer let out a soft chuckle, “No one has ever commented on our bone structure before.” He said it softly. His mom was still a little sore of a subject, he knew the situation wasn’t likely to change, his mom would just get worse. But he wasn’t ready to tell you about that part just yet. Maybe soon. He did need to tell his mom about you. He’d probably have to tell her multiple times, he just hoped she would be happy for him. “But you do!” You quickly retaliated, turning the picture to him, “all these angles, the big eyes.” you tried to reason and Spencer only chuckled more. “Didn’t you come to have lunch?” He asked as he started to unwrap the sandwich that you got for him.

“And maybe to snoop a little.” You confessed as you quickly took a bite of your own sandwich. Spencer’s eyes widened slightly, just a little surprised and amused. “Shouldn’t snooping happen without the other person’s knowledge?” He asked, taking his own first bite of the sandwich. Somehow, it tasted better when you were around. You shrugged dismissively, though a small smirk played along those blood red lips. He thought about it, about kissing you right there in the bullpen. Looking pretty in his chair, at his desk. Though he’d probably never hear the end of it from the entire team. He didn’t really care. There was that possessiveness again. Wanting to show you and him were a thing… though you never really said you were a thing. “It feels wrong to snoop on you.” You admitted, sheepish grin and a slight nudge of your shoulder against his. This is what happiness felt like. The sadness of the last week is quickly forgotten, just by having you pay attention to him again. He was weak for you.

“I appreciate the informed snooping.” He laughed softly. “I’ll make sure to only snoop when you know.” Your reply made him smile more. The both of you finished your lunch, eating and talking, until Aaron walked in. “Round table room, 10 minutes.” He stated it coolly, only inferring to Spencer that this could be a serious case. Spencer looked at you, a little apologetic. He didn’t want to leave. Wanted to finish lunch in all peace with you. “I’m sorry.” He apologized as he started to pack up the half eaten sandwich back into the paper it came in. At Least he’d be able to finish it later. “It’s okay. It is your job.” You answered, standing up before a look of realization came over you. It confused him for a moment as you looked at him with your lips parted. “What?” he asked, brows scrunching slightly. “You left your scarf in the lab. I wanted to bring it. I’m sorry, I can go get it.” You rambled. “That’s okay, no need. I can pick it up when we get back.” He assured. It was sweet how you thought about it. Wanting to return his scarf when he had to leave. Maybe to make sure he wouldn’t be cold.

“Alright… You’d have to come back soon, be safe.” Those words made his heart skip a beat. It was sweet. How you cared, made him feel warm and fuzzy inside. “I will.” He said with a nod. He wanted to bend his head down again, to kiss you and not care about his friends in the room. Instead of giving in to the urge of wanting to kiss you, he pulled you into a hug. Wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder. He felt your arms wrap around him. Warmth taking over him. He pressed his nose into the crook of your neck, taking in a deep breath. Emitting your scent to memory. The feeling of you in his arms tucked away for when he needed to remember it. He almost didn’t want to let go. You were the one to pull away first. Spencer reluctantly let his arms drop back to his sides. “I’ll see you soon.” you said it softly and with a smile. He nodded his head, “I’ll text you every day.” he answered before gathering his things and heading to the round table room. A quick glance back to see you still standing at his desk, a small wave goodbye before he left to go do his job.

He just hoped it wouldn’t be a long one.

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[puddlestories]

Crumbling Dungeons and Lost Hope- Idea

Link & Implied Character (could be another Link if implying AU as in the tags, or could be implied as x reader, I wanna expand on this idea as a longer fic so please do let me know which you'd like to see, maybe even comment which Link you'd like if that's your choice!)

CW: other character referred to as "beloved" once, implied character death

Idea: trapped with Link during a cave in, a dungeon mission gone wrong, the old architecture no longer holding around you.

Small drabble, so not under a read more cut; not proof-read.

They both laid there, as still as the rocks around them, hope crumbling and slipping from between his fingers, a plea leaving his dry, cracked lips, "please, oh please wake up!" A lone man continued to speak, voice cutting out in sections and coughing occasionally with the thick dust within his lungs and throat, all moisture robbed from his mouth making it difficult to speak- it was already difficult to breath anyway.

Tears made paths on their dusty cheeks, black and grey already smudged across their skin, previous tracks blurred along with the ceiling which had collapsed blocking all other paths in site and leaving the two covered by debris. Each direction was either piled stone in chunks and slabs or was simply looking into a dark void, space tunnelling to the side but no light able to penetrate the cavern created around them, the air pocket a small arch they resided in, the gap to their left dangerous territory, not worth traversing, the stone above practically creaking and groaning under the increasing weight and unstable rocks, larger slabs tilted into a V, very slowly grinding against the floor, soon the cave inwards- there wasn’t likely to be an exit through there anyway, plus he couldn’t pull them through with him. It was difficult to breathe with all the dust thrown into the air, and difficult to see with a lack of light, the dust acting as a fog, thick and encasing.

"Wake up, kid," he pleaded again, voice stretched thin with tears "we've got to get you home."

More rocks crumbled around them, only desperate sobs and the harsh rain of chips and pebbles falling from within the jagged walls and down between small gaps within the rocks to the floor, the channels too small for even a hand to fit. Harsh, dry sobs increased in volume and frequency as Link cried and pleaded inaudibly, voice breaking with the strain of how hard they cried and continued to cry, the weight of the situation pushing down from above, the stone cracking and splintering in places, their fate known yet denied by animalistic preservation. He cradled their smaller body yet gripped onto them protectively, curling around their frame. He knew he wouldn’t be able to get either of them out of this situation, the other boys hopefully safe outside and away from this situation, most likely already attempting to traverse the area, pulling rocks and shifting larger boulders where they could, any attempt to reach them both- it would work. Link knew that no one would be able to help, not in time at least, he knew they would try, that at least brought a sad melancholic smile to his face. Eyes closed tight with a blind childish hope he wouldn’t have to see what would happen, lack of light or not, maybe if he didn’t look it wouldn’t hurt as much; maybe it wouldn’t be real.

Head pressed flush into their chest, cotton now scratching against his sensitive skin, a lack of burning warmth or movement from below, constricted in fabric, he whispered a final sentence that his quivering and stressed voice would allow.

One final plead.

"Don't leave me here alone, I can't do it without you..."

One final sob. One final shudder. One final forced, shaky breath.

...and the crumbling sheet of stone which made up the last of the ceiling collapsed, finally encasing them both, claiming all life within the previously abandoned dungeon; with the final rush of trapped air and thundering noise of elements colliding, the room was finally ground into quiet. A faithful companion not leaving his beloved's side, after all, 'till death do they part.

[half-dead-writer]

Author's Note A drabble my friend wrote for me!! Posting it for them

Expect The Unexpected

Reader goes to Eddie's to get some weed (and puts eyeliner on him)

character: Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) words: 1,590 reader: gender-neutral (leaning slightly into masc) warnings: NOT MY FIC!! A friend wrote it for me, lowkey no consent for a sudden tonguing but it's fine reader is into it, rushed ending?? (friend's words not mine)

𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 + 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 ‣ 𝕾𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝔪𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

You had been invited into Eddie's house, the slightly taller rockerboy leading the way through his house to his cluttered room. There were clothes scattered everywhere, Dungeon and Dragons manuals, his guitar lovingly hung up by a mirror. You weren't really surprised by the state of the place, moreso surprised he was bringing you to his room.

You had known Eddie for as long as you could remember and over the years had grown that bit closer to him through joining his Dungeons and Dragons games and buying weed from him, but this felt different. 

"Mi casa es su casa," he announced, taking a seat on the bed and petting the spot next to him for you to sit beside him. 

You gingerly took the spot indicated, perching on the very edge of the bed. Unable to meet his deep brown red-rimmed gaze, you shifted and looked around at the clutter awkwardly. "Nice room?" You offered up, uncertain. 

Eddie laughed and you caught a whiff of the pungent smell of marijuana mixed with that trashy axe smell all boys had because they didn't spend the money to smell good. His arm was slung over your shoulders and he leaned into your face, his curly hair tickling your cheek. "Well, you aren't really here to admire my room, are ya?"

"W-well no, I was going to buy some more weed-" You manage to stutter out, flushing faintly. 

Eddie didn't usually touch you, your interactions were friendly, sure, but nothing like this. Maybe the occasional brush of a hand when exchanging money and weed. 

"Oh yeah? Not to see little old me? I'm hurt!" He moved away, clutching the spot over his heart dramatically as if it were hurting. "You wound me, Y/N, I thought we had something more!"

You blinked in surprise, perplexed by the theatrics before bursting out laughing at the pure silliness of it all. "Eddie, the man that you are. Roll me a blunt, dumbass."

You gave him a playful shove to the shoulder, still laughing and found that he was laughing along too, brown eyes crinkled and huge grin on his face. "Yeah, yeah, pushy much?"

You watched, amused, as he got up and shoved everything on a set of drawers onto the floor. He started chopping some weed up, back turned to you, shoulders shifting under his shirt as he worked. The smell of weed in the air got much, much stronger within the cluttered space.

"You should clean your room," you teased, leaning back on your hands. 

"What are you, my dad?" Eddie teased back, shooting you a playful glare before turning around with a flourish. Holding up the blunt as if it were something to be worshipped. "My magnum opus, mon ami."

He passed it to you before sitting beside you again, his jean clad thigh brushing against yours. You fished around in your pocket, fumbling for a lighter and then fumbling to light it before taking a puff. 

The minutes ticked by in companionable silence as you passed the blunt back and forth. When it was around halfway done, Eddie stood up and gathered up his guitar, resuming his spot beside you as he started playing what seemed to be random notes. You definitely didn't recognise them. He didn't reach for the blunt again, which forced you to hold it out wordlessly to his lips for him to take a puff before taking it back. It was then that the realisation of the fact that you had been indirectly kissing with Eddie this whole time you were sharing the blunt sank in. You could feel your face heating up, becoming acutely aware of the tangy taste of his saliva that was lightly on the butt your lips were around. It led to you wondering what his lips would feel like against yours and you intently watched the pink of them close around the butt as he took another hit, the softness brushing your fingers. Which only made your face get redder.

"So, um, you been playing a while?" You asked, trying to distract your mind from its wandering thoughts. 

Eddie looked up at you, grinning as though he knew exactly what you were thinking, ringed fingers moving expertly over the instrument. "Something like that."

"Oh," you were not happy that he wasn't engaging with your questions, but the way he was looking at you.. it made your stomach fill with butterflies. 

He was still looking at you, brown eyes sparkling with mischief in the dark room. He had nice, long eyelashes that brushed his cheeks when he blinked.. you found yourself wondering how much more his eyes would pop with eyeliner. Wait... why was he still looking at you?

"W-what? Is there something on my face?" You looked away, rubbing at your face. 

"You're totally hogging the weed, dude," Eddie commented lowly, a playful grin stretching across his face. 

Your eyes darted to your other hand, the blunt burning away, nearly done by now. You had forgotten it was there, so enamoured by Eddie. "Ohhh," you hesitated, before taking the final drag with a smirk. 

You watched Eddie's face fall, a glint of what looked like anger in his eyes before he put his guitar down on his other side and grabbed your jaw lightly. 

"That wasn't very nice of you," he chided quietly, leaning closer, but he was smiling. 

He didn't seem actually mad at you, just pretending. His lips were against yours then, chapped, rough and sliding against your own. You made a noise of surprise, mouth falling open and moving to scramble back, but his grip on your jaw tightened, rings digging into your flesh. Slipping his tongue into your mouth, the tangy taste of weed filling your senses as he sucked the smoke from your mouth. You were far too surprised to even react, just staring at him, wide eyed like a deer in headlights. Your brain was not computing this. Why was it even happening?

He eventually pulled back, exhaling the smoke with a grin and looking over at you. 

"What?" He asked you, voice low and playful. 

"What.. was that for?" You were breathless, touching your lips, the taste of his tongue still strong in your mouth. 

"Felt like it," he shrugged, leaning back with a sigh of contentment. 

That wasn't helping. God, he was infuriating and so, so attractive. 

It was quiet for a few moments after that, the air charged and tense, at least to you. Your heart was thumping, face red, stomach churning as you tried to process Eddie kissing you. It had to just be for the smoke right? Surely it wasn't actually a kiss? But he had used tongue and that wasn't necessary. 

"Hey, have you ever considered wearing eyeliner?" You asked, out of nowhere, just wanting to shuffle to a different topic and dissipate the awkwardness. 

"Eyeliner? Like, the makeup?" Eddie asked lazily, laying back and staring at the ceiling. "Isn't that for girls?"

"I think you'd look good in it," you insisted, fishing in a pocket and pulling out an eyeliner pencil. "Can I put some on you?"

Eddie frowned, staring at you for a long moment before shrugging. "Sure, whatever."

You shifted to lean over him on your knees, uncapping the eyeliner. He eyed it skeptically, but didn't comment on it. You hesitantly moved it close to his face. "I need to draw on your waterline, is that okay?"

"It comes off, right?" Eddie stared up at you, looking a bit confused and unsure. 

"Yeah, it'll come off," you took that as a green light and started rubbing the tip of the pencil along his waterline. 

He occasionally blinked and winced, unused to the feeling. You allowed him short breaks when he did before continuing. It took longer than it should have and you occasionally missed and got it on his cheekbone, but by the end, his eyes were popping against the black waterline. 

"Wow," you breathed, putting the cap back on the pencil and shoving it back into your seemingly endless jacket pocket. 

"Surely it doesn't make that big of a difference?" Eddie chided lightly, rolling his eyes. 

That movement alone looked infinitely more sexy while he was wearing eyeliner and you sighed dreamily, staring intently down at him. 

"I guess it does," Eddie corrected after a moment, staring up at you in return. 

There was a quiet charged moment before Eddie's hand had made it to the nape of your neck, guiding your face gently towards his. 

"You didn't kiss me back before," Eddie pointed out after a moment, when your faces were mere inches apart. 

"O-oh, I thought- the blunt-" you stammered out, surprised by his comment, face heating up yet again. He couldn't just say these things while wearing eyeliner! It wasn't fair!

"Y/N... I like you," Eddie confessed quietly. "I want to kiss you."

"Oh!" You weren't sure how to respond. You had liked Eddie for so long it was like second nature. This was insane. "I.. like you and want to kiss you too."

Eddie pulled you in for another kiss. This one was slower and you hesitantly reciprocated, all gentle tongues and lips. Again, the taste of marijuana was strong in your mouth as Eddie's tongue explored, chapped lips pressing against your own. 

When he gently pushed you away by the chin, you were both panting, a string of saliva connecting you for a moment before breaking. 

"Mine," Eddie announced quietly, your heart giving a flutter in reply. 

His indeed.