#{ verse sheet: heartbeat }

[wheresarizona]

Respite

summary: Joel needs to ground himself after a nightmare, and you’re more than willing to offer up your body for use.

rating: E (18+!! This is smut. Unprotected p in v (wrap it up!), rough sex, creampie, oral sex (f receiving), rimming (f receiving), anal play, breeding kink if you squint, praise kink, dirty talk, spanking, slight d/s tones, spit mention, nightmares (nothing described), emotional hurt/comfort, Soft Joel at the end)

pairing: Joel Miller/f!reader

word count: 1.6k+

a/n: This can be read as a standalone or part of the September ‘verse. It’s them in my brain. I was thinking about how they’d handle their nightmares, and it consumed me. Thank you to the love of my life, @juletheghoul, for looking this over and being on board immediately.

Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

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It’s the movement and mumbling that has you waking from sleep, your body warm, nestled snugly beneath the blankets in the bed you share with Joel.

Moonlight filters in through a crack in the curtains, it still the middle of the night in Jackson, carefully turning towards him, needing to save him from whatever nightmare is plaguing him tonight, a common occurrence for the both of you after everything you’ve been through.

You wonder what hell his brain is conjuring this time—is he reliving the horrors of his past? Or fears of the future, you knowing it scares the shit out of him, the thought of losing Ellie or you.

He’s on his back, the sheets bunched at his waist, skin bare, the little bit of light showing his eyebrows furrowed and mouth dipped down in a frown, looking concerned.

Gently nudging his arm, you whisper, “Joel, baby, you’re okay. It’s just a dream—wake up, babe. I’m here.”

His body tenses as he wakes, choking on air, eyes flying open. He’s looking around wildly, and you know he’s taking in the room, coming back to himself, realizing he’s safe at home and not whatever hellscape his mind was torturing him with.

You’re rubbing his arm, turning his head to look at you, and there’s visible relief on his face when his eyes lock on yours.

His voice is deeper and raspier from sleep, desperation in his gaze as he starts speaking, “I need… I need.” He audibly gulps, and your heart breaks, hating that he’s going through this, knowing he needs your help to ground himself and make it all go away.

Your hand cradles his cheek, understanding on your features as you softly say, “Take what you need, Joel—I’m here. Let me make it better.”

He moves quickly, the blankets removed from your body as he takes their place to slot his hips into the cradle of your thighs, his forearms bracketing your head, moaning when his lips crash against yours.

His skin is hot under your hands, roaming the expanse of his back, feeling the muscles in his broad shoulders, the bones of his ribs, and over his scars while his tongue licks into your mouth to steal your breath.

You can feel him getting hard in his underwear as he kisses you desperately, tangling his tongue with yours, groans spilling from his throat, needing to taste and touch you. When the need to breathe becomes too much, he sits up on his knees between your legs, his big hands roughly pulling your shirt off, followed by your panties, his hard cock jutting from his hips, him pushing his boxers down, and off to reveal it, making your mouth water at the shiny pearl of precum on the tip.

“Whatever you need,” you reassure, meeting his eyes, knowing you’re wet, your cunt throbbing in tune with your heartbeat.

He nods in answer, stroking his dick a few times and making you squeak in surprise when he’s manhandling you onto your hands and knees.

A hard crack of his palm on your ass has you moaning, his hands gripping your cheeks and spreading you open, anticipating the feeling of his cock against your pussy, your eyes going wide, gasping his name when it’s his mouth instead.

Licking into your cunt, he groans into your skin, tasting every inch he can, wanting to get every bit of you possible on the glossy lips of your sex, and dipping his tongue inside to taste your essence from the source, igniting a spark in your belly, while his fingers dig into your ass.

He goes lower, the swirl of his tongue around your clit causing jolts of pleasure that are building you up, getting you closer and closer to your sweet release. He’s devouring you, knowing he needs this, needs to get out of his head, and using you, licking, sucking, fucking his tongue into you, knowing how much he loves your taste, your body thrumming from how good it feels, the bedsheets in a death grip with your hands.

You’re moaning loudly, feeling him make a path up and up until he’s licking over your puckered hole, the feeling causing your cunt to clench hard around nothing, arousal licking up your spine. You aren’t going to last long, feeling yourself getting closer and closer with every slide of his tongue over your tight ring of muscle, prodding at it, dipping inside, nibbling around the edges, your skin feeling like it’s on fire.

The spark was now an inferno about to explode, feeling so close. He presses two fingers to your clit, circling them, and it has you mewling, unintelligible words coming from your mouth while the heat at the base of your spine grows and grows until finally, pleasure erupts inside you, coming with a cry of his name.

Joel groans loudly, feeling the vibrations as he moves to drink down your release, pressing his tongue inside your cunt to lick up everything he can get.

You’re panting as you come down, heart pounding in your chest.

His mouth leaves you, the bedsprings complaining as he gets into position behind you, his hand landing with a hard smack onto your asscheek that makes you moan from the pleasurable pain.

One of his hands spreads you open while the other grips his dick, your eyes closing when he presses through your wetness before notching at your entrance. There’s no waiting; he pushes in with a loud, rumbling groan, filling you inch by glorious inch, stretching your walls, savoring the slight burn as he slides home in one smooth thrust.

“Oh, fuck, you feel so good,” you whine when he bottoms out, feeling so full.

Your pussy is fluttering around him, Joel pulling out almost all the way and pushing back in hard enough it knocks the air from your lungs, anticipation welling up inside of you because you know this is going to be hard and fast—he’s going to fuck you into the mattress, and it makes you throb.

His grip on your hips is hard, fingers digging into your flesh as he starts moving, his cock sliding easily in and out of your pussy, slowly speeding up until he’s pounding into you, your ass jiggling with each thrust. The wet slap of skin on skin, Joel grunting from exertion, and your stuttered moans fill the air, the wind pushed from you with each sharp press of his hips into yours, taking everything he’s giving you as he fills you over and over.

You fall forward from the onslaught, moaning into the pillow as he rails into you, feeling him hot and hard, carving out space in your cunt, and pressing into all of the right spots that it has your head spinning, rocketing you towards another orgasm.

He gets like this sometimes where he’s rougher, primal, losing himself in your body, instead of getting stuck in his head, and you didn’t mind it—you did the same to him on your bad nights, the two of you understanding what the other needs, and happy to give.

It’s loud between your legs, hearing him working in and out of you, your slick dripping down his cock, making it wet, his balls slapping against your clit with every hard thrust adding to the noise.

“Fuckin’ take it, baby,” he grunts. “Need you to take it—fuckin’ need you.”

“Yes,” you moan. “Give it to me—I want it.”

You’re pretty sure you’re drooling, Joel spreading open your asscheeks while he continues fucking into you, gasping his name when you feel spit land on your hole. His thumb caresses over the ring of muscle, causing a shiver to roll through you, so close to coming the muscles in your belly are tightening.

He presses inside your ass, the intrusion sending you over the edge with a silent scream, clenching up hard enough that his rhythm stutters.

“Good girl,” his words are rough. “Good fuckin’ girl takin’ what I’m givin’ you.”

He keeps fucking you through it while euphoria floods your system, your body tingling all over.

You can’t think. Your brain is mush. Pretty sure you’re floating high above.

He’s quickly fucking into you hard and fast again, his thrusts wetter from your release, hearing the squelch with each quick push and pull of his hips. It’s hard to stay on your knees, your legs trembling, your body rocking with his movements.

“I’m gonna come inside you,” he grunts. “Gonna fill you up—fuck you full of me. You understand?”

You’re so cockdumb you don’t answer, your cunt clenching at his words.

He smacks your ass, the sharp sting making you focus.

“You understand?” he asks again.

“Yes,” you whine.

“Good.”

His front blankets your back, him pulling you up, his arm a band of iron over your chest to keep you against him as he continues pistoning into you. His hand holds your breast, his other on your hip, moaning when his lips press into your neck, kissing your skin.

“Thank you,” he says between kisses, his voice strained. “Thank you, thank you, thank you. Fuck, I love you.”

His teeth sink into your skin as he pushes in hard one last time, coming with a long, strangled groan, feeling his cock jerk and the wet pulse as he fills you.

You’re both breathing hard. It takes a minute before Joel gets you both down onto the mattress without pulling out, his nose pressed into your neck, smelling your scent. Reaching behind you, you rub your fingers through his sweat-soaked hair.

“Feel better?” you ask softly.

“Yeah.” He kisses your shoulder. “Much better. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” You smile.

“Can I sleep like this?”

“Of course, baby,” you reply, scratching lovingly at his scalp, Joel humming appreciatively in the back of his throat.

“I love you,” he says, kissing your neck.

“I love you, too.”

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[dyke-will-graham]

My list of songs so Hannigram coded it’s insane and the lyrics that make them so:

Salt in the Wound- Boygenius

‘You put salt in the wound, and a kiss on my cheek. You butter me up and you sit down to eat’

‘Neck full of mockingbirds all calling your name…I’m gnashing my teeth like a child of Cain’

I’m Your Man- Mitski

‘You’re an Angel, I’m a dog. Or you’re a dog and I’m you’re man. You believe me like a God, I destroy you like I am.’

‘I’m sorry I’m the one you love, no one will ever love me like you again so when you leave me I should die. I deserve it don’t I?’

Famous Last Words (an Ode to Eaters) - Ethel Cain

‘Look at me baby, dead in my eyes. It’s the end of our holiday, but it isn’t goodbye. Carry me with you all of the time.’

‘Eat of me baby, skin to the bone. Body on body until I’m all gone. But I’m with you inside.’

It Will Come Back- Hozier

All I’m gonna say is first verse is Hannibal POV, second is Will POV talking to eachother I could write a damn essay on this song and Hannigram

Shrike- Hozier

‘The words hung above, but never would form. Like a cry at the final breathe that is drawn. Remember me love, when I am reborn as the Shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn.’

‘Had no idea on the ground i was founded, oh that goodness is gone with you now. Then I met you, my virtues uncounted. My goodness is goin with you now.’

‘Back to the hedgerow where the bodies are mounted’

Abbey- Mitski

‘I am hungry, I have been hungry, I was born hungry, what do I need?’

Butchered Tongue- Hozier

This one I think is Will when he married Molly and settling into his new life but still looking for Hannibal in everything.

UPDATE:

Talk- Hozier

Once again getting into the Greek mythology themes and Hannigram parallels. Orpheus and Eurydice as Will and Hannibal haunts me.

‘I’d be the immediate in Eurydice, imagine being loved by me.”

Paralleled with the scenes of Hannibal and Wills seperate “I forgive you”.

Me and My Husband - Mitski

‘At least in this lifetime we’re sticking together.’

This is a little cracky, but this song reminds me of the way Hannibal and Will are chasing potentials and scenarios where they can stay together. Teacups and all that and yes the world is on fire but Hannibal and Will are together so it’s okay.

Breezeblocks- alt-j

Enough said.

NFWMB - Hozier

‘Give your heart and soul to charity. Because the rest of you, the best of you Honey belongs to me.’

The possessiveness of Hannibal and Will over eachother is insane, we know this. And I think people forget that Will is just as bad as Hannibal about it. (Just see any interaction between Bedelia and Will for evidence)

Salvatore- Lana Del Rey

“The summers wild and I’ve been waiting for you all this time. I adore you can’t you see you were meant for me?”

“Catch me if you can…dying at the hand of a foreign man, happily.”

Once More to See You- Mitski

“But with everybody watching us, our every move. We do have reputations, we keep it secret, won’t let them have it.”

“If you would let me give you pinky promise kisses then I wouldn’t have to scream your name.”

Televangelism- Ethel Cain

No lyrics in this one, just piano and the sound of me crying softly. This song is EVERYTHING the Primavera scene was in Dolce. Please listen. The slow build, the melodic flutter of a heartbeat the rise and ascension when they see each other and smile at one another, the acceptance of fate, the knowledge of love. “You and I have begun to blur.”

anything - Adrienne Lenker

“I don’t wanna be the owner of your fantasy I just wanna be a part of your family.”

Savior Complex- Phoebe Bridgers

“Drift off on the floor, I drag you to the shore. Sweating through the sheets you’re gonna drown in your sleep for sure. Wake up and start a fire in our one room apartment but I’m too tired to have a pissing contest, all the bad dreams that you hide show me yours I’ll show you mine.”

“Baby you’re a Vampire, you want blood and I promised I’m a good liar with a savior complex.”

Pre-Mizumono to Post-Fall Hannigram can be found everywhere in this song.

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[icarustypicalfall]

Ardor

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rudy parra x fem!reader

summary: Something along a fireplace, a warm bed and your loved one tangled to you screams home.

note: just fluff, no angst have fun. My finals are still for another week, sorry. Little update because it's just right. Ily all <3

DO NOT TRANSLATE, TRANSFER, COPY, STEAL, REPOST MY WORKS OR ANY OF MY FICS ON ANY SITE OR PLATFORM.

I'LL FIND YOU AND STEAL YOUR SOCKS WHEN YOU'RE ASLEEP

“Aimer et être aimé, c'est sentir le soleil a la fois sur son visage et sur sa nuque.” D.V

Your feet shifted beneath the covers, seeking warmth between the sheets. Your husband remained still, holding you close to his chest as if he feared a beast might steal you away in the night.

It was early, the sun yet to rise from the dark purple sky outside, the stars still shining brightly.

You stirred, slowly turning to face Rudy. He was still asleep, his soft, calm breaths breaking the radio silence of the small flat. His lips were slightly parted, revealing his pearly white teeth beneath his pinkish lips.

Your hand gently reached out to touch his face, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin. Your fingers traced the contours of his cheeks, savoring the sensation of his soft flesh. Unconsciously, Rudy leaned into your touch, mumbling incoherently as he tightened his grip around you.

His hands were warm, while yours felt icy cold.

You never quite understood this dynamic. You and he were so different, so unlike each other. Yet, there was a strange bond between you that defied explanation.

Years swiftly passed, yet your yearning for each other only grew stronger. The flame of love between you never ceased to burn.

At times, you feared it might consume you entirely, like a raging fire that engulfs everything in its path. But Rudy's gentle reassurance, whispered in warm embraces, banished those thoughts from your mind.

You shifted again, still gazing at your husband's sleeping form. The small flat was one of your most cherished possessions.

It was cosy, with brown paint adorning the walls. The scent of wood, pine, and cinnamon always lingered in the air.

Originally, it was the home of a poet, a man who had found solace within these wooden walls and amidst the scattered candles.

Here lay the legacy of ayoung man, who, despite living in misery, remained hopeful.

Sometimes, you could almost swear that the walls themselves would crack under the weight of silence, as if yearning to reveal the secrets of the verses that were penned between moments of madness and sanity.

You let out a contented sigh, satisfaction filling your lungs. You looked up at the sky, a gentle breeze nudging the clouds aside, painting them with a delicate shade of pink. Settling back into bed, you continued to gaze at the awakening nature, your hand finding comfort in running through your lover's hair.

Resting together in bed was pure bliss, an enchanted memory that the two of you cherished dearly. Your husband was a busy man, that much you knew. His position and job carried constant danger, like a red button waiting to be pushed at any moment.

Perhaps it was this knowledge that had kept you restless on countless nights before you became official. But Rudy never hid anything from you. He wore his heart on his sleeve and his soul in his eyes, filling you to the brim with a gaze that spoke of unwavering commitment and undeniable adoration.

He promised you truth, a raw naked reality.

You feared his truth, but never him. His hands were stained with blood, his eyes held the remnants of sanity, and yet there was a strangely comforting aura about him that kept you hooked to this day.

He was true to himself, desiring nothing more than to be loved by you. From the very moment you met at your friend's party, he knew you were meant to be his.

The racing heartbeat and silent prayers that accompanied your every passing were enough for him to gather the courage and make his move.

He asked you to dance, spending the night spinning you around. By the time you grew dizzy, he was breathless, holding onto your hand as you giggled, attempting to regain your composure.

His whole being buzzed with adrenaline, a wide grin adorning his face as you complimented his dancing skills and wished you possessed the same grace.

For a few seconds, you both stood in silence; the courage he had mustered seemed to wane.

Panic flickered in his eyes as he frantically looked around, trying to find a way to keep you by his side a little while longer.

Never had he enjoyed bachata as much as he did with you. It was as if he felt it deep in his bones, just as his grandma had once described love to him in his childhood, before tucking him in at night:

"Love? A strange feeling, hijo.

When your insides itch and your brain flips, you'll know you've found the one."

He was nervous, shyly asking for your number, blaming it on the dancing lessons he would teach you.

With any other man, you would have called it a night and gone your separate ways, never to see each other again. But this enigmatic man was unlike anyone you had encountered before. His timid yet sarcastic demeanor left you wondering how he could possess the look of a cat and the spirit of a tiger.

That was years ago. And here you were now, married, lying in bed with the very same man who stepped on your heel out of nervousness.

Rudy slowly stirred, sighing as he tightened his grip around your waist. He lifted his head, his husky voice tinged with sleepiness:

"Morning, amor... I missed you..."

He nuzzled into your neck, his warm lips leaving a trail of burning kisses on your cold skin.

You cupped his cheek, whispering softly:

"Missed me? I've been here all night... right beside you..."

He raised his head, his deep heckory gaze meeting yours.

"Not in my dream. You left..."

You nodded, resting your head against his bicep, still gazing into his eyes.

"I got lost in a maze, and you appeared at dusk but left again at dawn."

You leaned closer to his face, peppering his skin with gentle kisses.

"Only in your dreams did I leave. I would never go away. I'll always be right here."

He grinned, now fully awake. Rudy murmured, a calm smile playing on his lips:

"I have loved you since the day you pierced my heart... You called it your forever home. You inhabit my body, my soul. My mind is nothing without thoughts of you."

He continued, resting his forehead against yours.

"Say the words out loud, so that I know they're true."

Breathless, overwhelmed by his comforting presence and the burning reality surrounding you, you whispered, just loud enough for him to hear:

"I love you, Rudy Parra."

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[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

just wanted to capture a moment with words paint a picture of our own little universe imagine this – in a room bathed in a soft glow shadows playing an intimate game revealing stories untold like our own secret world where the sheets are like a canvas for desire embracing a warmth that defies all definitions

outside, a neon sign flickers casting vibrant hues that mirror the restless breaths within it's like a silent dance of secrets a beacon of desires shared skin-to-skin no need for rhyming verses here just the poetry of whispered cravings and unspoken pleas

and then there's the moonlight a quiet witness to our lust painting a masterpiece in moonbeams beyond the window the city's heartbeat synchronizes with the desires burning between us creating a rhythmic pulse ...our very own soundtrack

fingers trace uncharted pathways exploring the unknown in hushed tranquility where scandalous connections are woven like we're dancing to a song only we can hear a dance that goes beyond...

i chose to share this moment with you the magic we've created together

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[ghoulangerlee]

t4t copiaether agenda with one of the prompts from that list i reblogged bc this is For Myself :) self care and self love etc etc etc

still set in the same verse where Copia, Aether and Dew are in love and together, immediately post tour when Copia and Dew return to their boy :) (tho not canon with the two fics I wrote on AO3......or is it? Aether's magic bits)

cw for overstimulation and crying but in a sexy way :)

“Do that again- Shit, just like that, right there.”

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Aether's chest heaves against Copia's ear—he's taking a moment, just one, to lean in close, to listen to the ghoul's steady and strong, rapid heartbeat, settling into the mindset of he's here, we're here, I'm never leaving him again.

"Love," Aether mumbles, slurs out as a hand comes up to pet through Copia's hair, blunt and human nails scratching against his scalp, "You okay?"

Copia hums softly, leaning up into Aether's touch, lifting his head just enough so he can gaze at the love struck, cock drunk look on Aether's face. "Perfect," he says, stretching his way up over Aether so he can press a kiss to his lips, the movement of it all shifting his cock in a way that has Aether's fingers tightening in his hair and his other hand scrabbling for purchase against the mussed sheets of the bed.

A moan, from one of them or both, neither are sure, but when Copia breaks from the kiss, there's a glazed look in Aether's eyes, pupils swallowing up the iris until only black remains. "I love you," he says, the words falling from his lips—but before Aether's able to answer, to draw Copia into another kiss, he's pulling away, settling back on his knees.

Copia's cock, one of the many things that Aether loves about him, is something that had been lovingly picked out, something that Aether had chosen to try—a perfect fit, not too long but thick enough that if Aether wants to feel the ache of it, he will.

And while Copia has plenty of different ones to choose from, they always settle on that one; it's something horrifically romantic and it never fails to make Dew roll his eyes and tease Aether about never wanting to branch out.

It doesn't matter, though, because it's special to Copia in the same way he'd gotten a special harness, just for that one, one that Aether's developed a response to—a dark purple leather that's soft to the touch, sturdy so when Aether's feeling particularly controlling, he can grip onto the straps and guide Copia just how he wants him.

It's the same one now that Aether can feel against his inner thighs each time Copia fucks back into him, soft, skin warmed leather pressing deep brands into him with each low grunt the movement pulls out of him.

Copia only ever really teases Dew unless Aether specifically asks for it, a song and dance that they've had years to perfect; but even now this feels like teasing because Aether's so out of his mind with it that he's not sure if he wants to come only on Copia's cock or if he wants help.

He whines when Copia presses in close, grinds into him deep and filthy with a steady roll of his hips—a choked sound leaves his mouth then, his cock pressing just right enough for him to—

“Do that again- Shit, just like that, right there.”

Copia laughs, a breathless sound that drives another spike of arousal through Aether, "Are you going to come like that if I do?" He asks, though he's so good and complies, keeps grinding his cock against that spot inside Aether that has him squirming on the bed, trying to chase the feeling of it.

"Uh huh," Aether manages to spit out as he tosses his head back and grips tightly onto Copia's thigh, working his fingers under the harness so he can keep Copia right where he wants him. "Uh huh," he repeats, his breath whooshing out of him in one fell swoop as he feels it crest, that low simmer in his veins turning into a bright explosion behind his eyelids as his eyes slam closed and he clenches up tight around Copia's cock, breathlessly pleading for Copia to keep moving.

And he does, he listens and settles a hand on Aether's shaking thigh, keeping him from closing them as he continues grinding into him until Aether's whimpering, letting go of him all at once to cover his own face with both of his hands.

It's only when Copia notices that Aether's shaking does he actually stop, not quite pulling out just yet as he settles his weight on Aether to help ground him.

"You did so well," he murmurs against Aether's hand covering his face, pressing kisses across his knuckles, "Letting me give you what you wanted," he continues, before he's gently prying Aether's hands away, "There you are," he says sweetly, pressing their mouths together in a brief kiss—he doesn't call attention to the wetness of Aether's eyes, feels his own emotions bubble up in him as the months spent apart melt away into nothingness now that he's finally got Aether again.

"I love you," Aether says, voice shaky, "I missed you, I'm glad you're home." His arms wrap around Copia, holding him tightly.

Copia sinks into the embrace, pressing another kiss to Aether's mouth, sweet and light, "I love you too, I'll never leave you again," he promises in the low light of their bedroom, resting their foreheads together.

Aether makes a soft noise, hands splayed across Copia's lower back, in the back of his mind he knows that Copia's finally home for good, but hearing it said, makes the remaining anxiety in his mind disapate.

"Dew's going to be obnoxious about this," Aether mumbles with a little laugh as he feels Copia gently wipe away his tears. "You know how he likes being here whenever I cry."

Copia snorts softly, nuzzling his nose against Aether's, "I'll fuck him to tears too if he starts teasing you about it," he mumbles, and Aether laughs again, sliding his hands up Copia's back to cup the back of his head.

"Easy now," Aether murmurs, "None of that, you're being good for me right now, aren't you, darling?"

Something in Copia shudders a bit and he nods, eyes fluttering, "I am," he mumbles, accepting the kiss that Aether presses to his mouth.

"Good," Aether praises him, sinking his fingers into Copia's hair, "Give me a few minutes and I'll reward your thoughtfulness and focus on me," he purrs, pulling him in for another kiss, this one slower and longer, deeper as Aether licks his way into Copia's mouth.

"Yeah, okay," Copia mumbles a bit dumbly when they part, exhaling soft, shuddering breaths. "I'm all yours."

Aether laughs and pets his fingers against Copia's scalp, "Yeah, you are." he teases, pulling Copia down to rest his head back against his chest, just over where his heart beats loud and steady in his chest.

#copiaether #the band ghost fic #my writing

[roseromeroredranger]

Fathers love 💘

Ruhi's tiny footsteps padded through the quiet house as she tiptoed towards her fathers' room. The soft glow of a nightlight illuminated her path, casting shadows on the walls that seemed to dance in rhythm with her anxious heartbeat.

As Ruhi approached the closed door, she could hear murmurs of affection and the occasional giggle. She hesitated for a moment, considering whether to disturb her fathers. However, the remnants of her unsettling nightmare compelled her to seek the comfort of their presence.

With a small, determined knock on the door, Ruhi called out in her sweet voice, "Papa, baba, mujhe darr lag raha hai."

Inside the room, Shubman and Ishan were wrapped up in each other, lost in a moment of intimacy. The unexpected knock interrupted their shared laughter, and they exchanged surprised glances.

Shubman, quickly pulling a sheet over them, called out cautiously, "Kaun hai?"

Ruhi's soft voice responded, "Papa baba, mujhe apke paas sona hai. Bhoot aa raha hai mere sapno mein."

Ishan, his heart already reaching out to their daughter, reassured her, "Aa jao, Ruhi. Hum yahan hain." He exchanged a knowing glance with Shubman, their playful moments forgotten as concern etched their faces.

Shubman chuckled nervously, "Hum bas thoda busy the, Ruhi.aap thoda intezaar karte na."

Ruhi, unbothered by the nature of their busyness, pushed the door open with her small hands. "Mujhe daarr lag raha hai," she repeated, her eyes wide with innocence.

Shubman and Ishan, now scrambling to cover themselves properly, exchanged amused glances mixed with parental concern. Shubman reassured her, "Aa jao, beta. Hum yahin hain."

Ruhi climbed onto the bed, seeking refuge between her fathers. Ishan, tenderly brushing away the strands of hair from her face, asked, "Kyun dar lag raha hai, Ruhi?"

Ruhi nestled into Ishan's arms, her eyes fixed on the warmth and safety her fathers provided. "Woh bhoot mujhe pakad lega," she whispered, her voice filled with genuine fear.

Shubman, now wrapped in a sheet like a makeshift cape, chuckled softly. "Arre baba, hum yahin hain na apke saath. Bhoot kya cheez hai?"

Ishan, planting a gentle kiss on Ruhi's forehead, added, "Bhoot voot kuch nahi hota. Hum apke saath hain, aur apke papa hain na, jo har bhoot ko bhaga dete hain."

Ruhi's anxious expression softened, and she clutched onto Ishan's shirt. "Promise?"

Shubman extended his hand, forming a trio with Ruhi and Ishan. "Promise, princess. Ab so jao, hum sab yahan hain."

As they settled back into the embrace, the room echoed with Ruhi's relieved sigh.

As Ruhi nestled deeper into the warmth of her fathers' embrace, Shubman and Ishan began to sing softly, their voices blending harmoniously with the gentle melody of "Chandaniya Lori." Their soothing lullaby filled the room, wrapping Ruhi in a cocoon of love and comfort.

"Chandaniya Lori Lori Lori

Lori Lori Lori

Lori Lori Lori

Lori Lori Lori…"

The melodic notes floated through the air, casting a spell of tranquility over the room. Shubman's deep voice resonated with tenderness, while Ishan's melodious tones added a touch of warmth to the melody.

"Chandaniya Chhup Jaana Re

Chhan Bhar Ko Luk Jaana Re

Nindiya Aankhon Mein Aaye

Bitiya Meri So Jaaye

Hmm Mm…

Nindiya Aankhon Mein Aaye

Bitiya Meri So Jaaye"

As they sang, Shubman gently rocked Ruhi in his arms, his touch as gentle as a whisper. Ishan's fingers traced soothing patterns on Ruhi's back, eliciting a contented sigh from their daughter.

"Leke God Mein Sulaao

Gaao Raat Bhar Sunaao

Main Lori Lori

Ho Main Lori Lori"

The lyrics of the lullaby carried a promise of protection and love, echoing the unbreakable bond between father and daughter. With each verse, Ruhi's eyelids grew heavier, her breathing slowing down to the rhythm of their song.

Shubman and Ishan continued to sing, their voices filled with an overwhelming sense of love and devotion. In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of their family, they found solace in each other's presence.

As the final notes of the lullaby faded into the night, Ruhi drifted off to sleep, her dreams filled with visions of love and security. And in the quiet embrace of the night, Shubman and Ishan held onto each other, grateful for the gift of their precious daughter and the love that bound them together.

As Ruhi surrendered to sleep, her tiny form nestled between Shubman and Ishan, a wave of emotions washed over the fathers. They exchanged a tender glance, their eyes reflecting the depth of their love and the weight of their responsibilities.

Shubman's voice trembled with emotion as he spoke, his words infused with love and gratitude. "Ishu, dekha na, Ruhi kitni pyaari hai. Humara bacha kitna masoom hai."

Ishan nodded, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Haan, Shub, woh hamari zindagi ka sabse bada gift hai. Uski muskurahat se humein itni khushi milti hai."

They sat in silence for a moment, the only sound filling the room the soft breathing of their daughter. Ruhi's innocent presence was a reminder of the beauty and fragility of life, and Shubman and Ishan felt a surge of protectiveness swell within them.

Shubman's voice quivered as he spoke again, his emotions raw and unfiltered. "Pata hai Ishu, kabhi kabhi main darta hoon. Darta hoon ki kuchh ho na jaaye Ruhi ko."

Ishan reached out, gently squeezing Shubman's hand in reassurance. "Shub, hum dono hain na. Hum Ruhi ki har musibat mein uske saath khade rahenge. Uski protection humara farz hai."

A tear slipped down Shubman's cheek as he leaned into Ishan's comforting embrace. "Tum saath hai na, Ishu, yeh ehsaas mujhe himmat deta hai. Tu meri sabse badi taakat hai."

Ishan pressed a kiss to Shubman's forehead, his own eyes moist with emotion. "Hum hamesha saath rahenge, Shub. Humari pyaar ki kahani mein Ruhi ka saath humein aur bhi majboot banata hai."

That moment, surrounded by the warmth of their love and the innocence of their daughter, Shubman and Ishan found solace in each other's arms. Together, they knew they could weather any storm and overcome any obstacle, for their bond was unbreakable, their love eternal.

#ishan kishan #shubmangill #ishman #shubman x ishan

[goldeneyedgirl]

AILess Whumptober Day 1: Drugged/Poisoned

Happy October!

And with October comes the beloved fic event: Whumptober. I'll be working through some of the @ailesswhumptober prompts this October. Some of them will be Planned and Thoughtful. Others will be random rambling little bits of nonsense for fun and enrichment.

How many I get done is unknown because I also have schoolwork, so we'll just see.

First up is Drugged/Poisoned, set in Hybrid-verse. No idea if this will become canon to that fic, we're just here to have a good time right now.

raw (day 1: poisoned/drugged).

twilight, alice/jasper, pg, hybrid-verse. no warnings.

The building is dark and cold, and very, very quiet now that the power is off. It’s not a large building, but large enough that he needs to find Alice immediately and get her out. They don’t know enough about who this person is and what they want with her to take any extra time. Rose took down the wifi and any backup cameras when she shut off the power, so there’s zero chance of witnesses.

She’s in the room just at the junction of the building; the door is double-bolted and it takes no effect just to break the lock at the hinge and step through.

It’s a grey cinder-block of a room with a fine layer of filth - dust, dirt, dead flies and debris - on all the surfaces. There’s a rusted metal chair in one corner, and an ancient cot with a split, rotting mattress half-on it.

Alice is there on the cot, with her back to him; her shirt is torn open and he can see her spine and the wide bruises that has bloomed against her skin.

And she’s not moving.

Jasper’s never moved so fast in his life. She’s still alive; he can hear her sluggish heartbeat if he listens carefully. But he’s never see his girl so still; even asleep, she twitches and wriggles and moves around.

“Alice? Alice?”

He’s too rough when he grabs her shoulder he realizes as he rolls her over; there’ll be a bruise and he immediately hates himself. But she doesn’t flinch, doesn’t make any sound or indication that he’s hurt her, or that she felt it.

She’s unconscious and utterly limp, but the state she’s in… it’s almost hard to look at her. Around her mouth is blistering, raw and red; there bruises across her face and cheeks in various stages of healing. There’s an angry cut so close to her eye that it makes Jasper feel oddly sick. She looks so fragile and broken, and he needs her to wake up so he can fix this. Everything will be fine if she wakes up; she’ll tell him what to do, where it hurts.

“Alice,” he says quietly, pushing his gift against her, trying to trigger her into stirring. Anything. He just needs one indication that she’s with him, that they can get past this. He doesn’t know a goddamn thing about first aid, about a medical emergency.

(Even worrying about her for the last week and a half… he thought he’d covered every possibly scenario but now he’s facing this, he’s realizing a whole new world of terror and horror that he never considered.)

“It’s gonna be okay, Alice,” he murmurs, as if he’s not trying to reassure both of them. She’s so clammy, even in just a torn t-shirt and a thin skirt with the cold of the building.

That’s when he notices the vomit; foamy and unnatural, stuck all over one side of her face and the mattress, with faint pink streaks of blood - the scent blotted out by something sharp and caustic.

He’s not sure if Alice has been poisoned or drugged, but either way, alarm bells are going off in his head. He’s out of his depth; a few bruises and cuts he can deal with. But this… this isn’t right. This is something much bigger and scarier than he anticipated.

(He was the one that insisted he go alone, that the rest of them wait at the cabin. That it would be faster, less detectable if he was by himself. And now he’s here with no way of calling for help, for advice. He’s alone and Alice is clearly hurting and he’s got a 30 mile run with her - in sheets of ice-cold rain - to manage and he doesn’t know what to do.)

There’s a reeking blanket on the floor, but it’ll do. He wraps her in his sweatshirt before the blanket; she might be clammy now, but the rain is icy and some vague voice in his brain that the shock of cold is a bad thing. He needs to hold her head up too; if she vomits again, she might choke.

Her heartbeat and her breathing are both sluggish, the raspy puff against her lips ominous. She needs Carlisle now. She needs everything he can throw at her, every medication and tincture and aid. She’s so fucking thin, and he carefully crossing her arms over her chest before he wraps her in the blanket so that there’s no risk of injury because he’s going to run so very, very fast…

Whoever, whatever did this to her - stole her from her family and trapped her in this place and poisoned her and left her alone in the dark - are going to have to look him in the eye and beg for mercy, spill out every single plan and motivation, before he lets their pain stop.

And even then, their life is the price they’ll pay for laying a single finger in malice on her. He cannot let them walk free for this.

Their departure from the building is swift and efficient; he is no longer trying to be quiet or unseen. If there is anything left to track him, to record his presence, he no longer cares. Let them come, let them confront him.

As they reach the outside, he looks down at Alice, her face grey against the black of his sweatshirt. But she is no worse, and that is enough. But before he ventures back into the rain, he tucks the blanket around her face to protect it.

And then he runs.

(He’s never had anyone that he loved who could get hurt in such a way. Who could be broken like this. He traps the panic right down, to deal with later. He needs to stay calm, he needs to think clearly. They need to get home, to Carlisle and Rose, so she can get medical attention. And then he’ll call her family, let them know she’s been found. After that, that’s when he can fall apart and let the fear and panic devour him.)

(She’ll be okay. She has to be.)

#AIlessWhumptober2023 #ailesswhumptober prompt 1: drugged/poisoned/sick #my fic: whumptober2023 #jalice #alice cullen #jasper hale #human/vampire au #jasper expecting alice to be wounded but mad #and like giving him instructions #nothing scares him more than alice unconscious because there's no one to boss him around #my fic: hybrid

[alittlelostsputnik]

verse: wednesday. prompt: “would you please tell me what happened?” characters: wednesday addams, enid sinclair.

Sneaking back into her dorm room in the dead of night, the last thing Wednesday had expected to see was Enid standing in the middle of the room, arms crossed, clearly waiting.

Wednesday slowed her movements, taking only a few steps forward, gaze fixed on her roommate. The shortened distance between them was enough for Enid to get a proper look at Wednesday through the gloom, and her arms fell to her sides as she struggled to maintain her stern look through her heightening concern.

“What are you doing?” Wednesday eventually asked.

“You have blood on your face.”

“It’s not mine, and that doesn’t explain what you’re doing.” Without waiting, Wednesday turned and walked to her side of the room, unshouldering her bag to place it on the table.

“I was waiting for you!”

Wednesday paused at the sharpness of Enid’s words, though didn’t turn around — and after one heartbeat, went back to unpacking her bag.

Enid wasn’t discouraged. “I was worried about you! You’re always sneaking out. You never tell me when you’re planning to or where you go. Then, you come back and act all sketchy, sometimes hurt, or covered in blood, and always ending up in trouble with Principal Weems!”

Wednesday didn’t let herself pause again as she heard Enid take a few steps closer — perhaps even into Wednesday’s own side of the room, though the black-haired girl still didn’t turn to find out, even as she spoke. “You don’t need to worry about me. I can take care of—”

“You can take care of yourself, I know!” Enid interrupted, voice once again raised. “That doesn’t mean I can’t worry about you! Because…well, I do.”

Silence settled between them. Wednesday had finished unpacking her bag, but still didn’t move — instead, she had taken sheets of parchment in her hands to seemingly examine. 

“I’m…glad the blood isn’t yours, I guess.” Enid was quiet again, and clasped her hands in front of her as she gently rocked back and forth on the spot. “I just wish you would tell me…what happened?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

The response had perhaps been a little too quick and much too sharp — Wednesday should’ve known better by then. She’d been trying to make a more conscious effort in her communications with Enid. Alas, her realisation came too late.

“Wednesday!” The shout accompanied a heavy step forward, Enid slamming her foot down. “Would you please tell me what happened?”

Wednesday dropped the parchment on the table and turned. The look on Enid’s face — in her eyes — was a level of concern she simply couldn't comprehend; and yet, it felt like an amateur driving a sharpened dagger into her heart, missing all the sweet spots.

“Like I said, it doesn't matter. It isn’t important. All things considered it was a rather uneventful evening.” Wednesday consciously attempted to dull the sharpness of her words, which she had learned was usually best with Enid when they were disagreeing on anything. 

“I am…remorseful, if I caused you concern,” Wednesday continued, finding herself glad to see a softening of Enid’s features. “I imagine concern is tiring, so perhaps you should get some sleep. I will also be retiring for the night.”

The smallest smile crept across Enid’s lips. It certainly wasn’t the heart-to-heart she’d been hoping for, but from Wednesday, it was satisfying — it could even be considered progress. 

#wednesday #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wenclair #wednesday netflix #writing #wednesday fanfic #alittlelostsputnik writes

[shokuto]

Up in the sky! Pt 2 snippet/WIP

The aircraft tears into the grass, leaving a trail of violently depressed earth and crumpled scraps of metal in its wake. The wheels hold on just enough for nothing to explode on impact.

It is an instant of unimaginable pain, the hardest and most unsparing test of strength he’ll ever endure in his life. It is suddenly bearing the weight of every punch he’s ever taken, every lowlife that ever took a run at him, every casted doubt that ever kept him up at night, pressing onto him by a thousand.

But miraculously, he holds still, and the plane graciously comes to a slow stop in thanks, battered from the landing and covered in dirt.

There isn’t a single part of his body that doesn’t feel ravaged and hollowed out, not a single bone that doesn’t feel as if it were crushed to dust right then and there.

But he holds still.

He holds still just enough to comprehend that he is alive, and in enough pain to understand that he’s in one piece, that it’s over. Not to see how his resistance furrowed the front of the plane like a sheet of paper behind him, but to know everyone inside is alive. That alone is what grants him rest.

With no ceremony, he falls on the ground face first, right into the sweet embrace of oblivion.

[…]

Twenty-four minutes ago, Herman Shultz was about to die.

He’d been an ingenious but petty crook for the last few years of his life, cleaned himself up after getting out of jail, for real this time, and now, heart racing and hot tears streaking down his face, he was about to die. He was about to die having blown his life scratching at every door that ever closed on him, having chased away everyone in his life that tolerated him, and throwing tantrums for the men in suits that made him feel small before he could settle into his thirties like a normal person.

He actually thought he’d had a heart attack just before the landing. It felt like that final thump of turbulence had popped something inside of his chest.

It hadn’t, though. He had to suffer the landing perfectly conscious with the other horrified passengers that hadn’t passed out, screeching in terror as he futilely held onto the armrests of his seat like he were on a boat rocking back and forth and not a million dollar plane careening to its fiery demise.

And then…it stopped. By God, by Allah, by whatever was out there, it stopped. It wasn’t until he decided he never wanted to see the inside of a commercial aircraft again (twenty minutes after finishing his cry) that he finally left the plane, but he didn’t see any higher power waiting for him.

He saw Spider-Man. The new one, face-planted in the dirt with his arms at his sides like a body in the lake.

Spider-Man.

Can you imagine that?

A mere two years ago, he’d held Spider-Man hostage, unmasked and well at his mercy. Two years ago, he was the Shocker, a petty criminal who’s name was well known by the proper authorities not for the prestige of his crimes but the fancy gear on his belt. He was a man scorned by powerful institutions that exploited all he had to offer before discarding him like trash. He was an avenger, dead set on striking back at all who’d deprived him of the life he deserved by stealing it from other people.

Today, he’s a nurse, standing before someone in need. Someone who’s saved him twice now.

He leans down and turns him over, momentarily struck still by the scarlet red spider facing out, a proud and impenetrable shield that he only now realizes saved the lives of he and everyone aboard.

It’s for that that he would maybe like nothing more than to be a little gentle, to be able to rouse him awake by merely rocking his shoulder like a kid having a hard time waking up for school. But he is well versed enough in healthcare to understand how and why that’d only make things worse.

Out of his trance, he presses an ear to Spider-Man’s chest, searching for a heartbeat. He nearly faints all over again when he hears one.

“He’s alive,” he confirms to himself.

“He did this?” A woman asks suddenly, snapping Herman to attention. She points to Spider-Man and the busted up yet somewhat intact plane virtually right next to them in quick succession.

“Pretty sure,” he upholds. It’s then that he notices more and more people filing out of the plane like children out of a carnival cyclone. One by one, they all draw nearer, until the hero of the day is surrounded by a diverse set of faces, all contorted in worry and unease for the young man who singlehandedly granted them the rest of their lives.

“He’s passed out from overexertion, he needs space,” Herman reminds them.

“We don’t need to move him?” A guy asks. Probably the youngest one there besides the one on the ground.

“And do what? Right now, all he needs is space and a moment’s rest until someone can get him to a real hospital.”

That shuts everyone up, but it doesn’t stop them from talking amongst themselves. Meanwhile, Herman ruminates on what brought him here, monitoring Spider-Man’s health when a mere twenty-four months ago he’d wanted him dead.

He remembers the anger in his chest dulling into a smoldering ember by the humiliation of pity. By having all he thought about himself at night casually dumped on him like a bucket of ice water. He remembers sitting in holding, unable to feel the hours go by while a public defender prepared to plead insanity, unable to feel much of anything, period.

It was humility, he guesses. Nothing prompts greater self reflection like unmasking one of your greatest tormentors and coming face to face with a tenth grader who feels sorry for you. It made him reflect on all he’d done, all he’d been through since being ousted by Roxxon only for him to undergo a touching realization.

Herman was tired. Tired of armoring himself in a shell of hatred, one that corroded everything inside him until there was nothing left but his faults, his failures, and his inescapable inadequacies shadowing him like specters. He was tired of waking up every day, only able to blearily enjoy the first ten seconds before remembering who he was, how he’d been cheated, and how he resolved to then destroy himself in retribution. He was was tired of depriving himself the sun.

And so, sometime after that night in the warehouse, he resolved to actually do something nondestructive with his new life on the off chance he got out before he was in dentures.

He settled on healthcare.

He didn’t have the patience (or the money) to attend an ivy league medical program, so he settled on nursing school. He nearly relapsed back to his old habits when he realized it wasn’t any less harder than what he imagined medical school would’ve been, but he stuck with it. He stuck with it, and today, he’s returning the favor of being snapped out of his rock bottom by helping out a Spider-Man who’d do the same.

And, y’know, the favor of being saved from burning to death in a blazing metal skeleton.

“How old is he?” Someone asks suddenly, invoking the crowd around them to draw a little nearer.

Spider-Man isn’t unmasked, but it seems up close only now can everyone see the youth in his height, in his scrawny arms and legs sprawled out on the grass like a child in bed. There’s a mother nearby who now got to return home to a child like the one on the ground who feels her throat close up. A grandfather who stands gobsmacked, as if maybe if he looks hard enough the boy who saved them all will suddenly turn into a man.

“He can’t be older than…than fifteen,” he says, struggling to keep the water out of his gravelly voice.

“No older than my son,” she supports.

The ensuing quiet is a somber one. For everyone unharmed, there’s only one person laid bare before them. It seems unnervingly like a sacrifice.

#This is taking. A lot longer so lmao here you go #my writing

[la-muerta]

first sentence pattern game!

I was tagged by @demy85 ages ago, sorry it's taken me so long to get around to it lol

Rules: post the first sentence of your last ten posted fics to see if there's a pattern.

--

1. it ends or it doesn't // 奈何吟 (Mysterious Lotus Casebook, E, 5.4k)

Li Lianhua can feel the bird's frantic heartbeat under his fingertips when he picks it up, life caged in fragile bone and soft feathers. 

2. I've hungered for your touch (Shadowhunters, E, 3k)

Alec wasn't sure what had woken him up, but he found Magnus' side of the bed empty, the sheets cool to his touch. 

3. to the waters and the wild (Shadowhunters, E, 35.7k)

Magnus had loved going to the Carnival since he was a child. 

4. chorus to the verse (Shadowhunters, E, 9.8k)

Alec opens the door even before Magnus has finished knocking, and Magnus can't help smirking.

5. Definitely Not Haunted (Anymore) (Shadowhunters, E, 50.4k)

There was a soft click as the key turned in the lock, and the front door of the townhouse swung open almost soundlessly.

6. you're the king and I'm your lionheart (Shadowhunters, E, 9.2k)

If your friends really cared about you, they wouldn't have let you leave.

7. pretty piece of flesh (Shadowhunters, E, 3.9k)

Alec had been sure that he wouldn't be able to fall asleep in a strange bed, and having the black masquerade mask on the top half of his face isn't helping. 

8. nothing safe is worth the dive (Red, White & Royal Blue, T, currently 7.9k)

"OK, what's the catch?" Alex asked.

9. radix malorum (Red, White & Royal Blue, E, 17.2k)

Alex strains against the ropes binding his wrists together above his head and the ones around his knees and ankles that force his legs apart, but they have been tied so tightly that he's already starting to lose the feeling in his hands and feet.

10. swirling black lilies, totally ripe (Shadowhunters, E, 6.6k)

It's only the middle of the afternoon, but it's so dark that it feels more like it's already close to nightfall. 

Pattern: ??? I honestly don't see a pattern, especially when the genres range from horror to fantasy to fluff, and some of them are just PWP. XD But I think the Dihua fic stands out as being more lyrical, because that's generally how my chinese-fandom fics are.

No Pressure Tagging: @busarewski @kasper-tag @dragongirlg-fics @difeisheng @the-wintry-mizzenmast and anyone else who wants to play!

#first sentence tag game #tag games #I wrote a thing #malec fanfic #rwrb fanfic #dihua fanfic

[inevitably-johnlocked]

hello! a song for the john lock playlist 🌟 “body better” by maisie peters. 100000% from the perspective of sherlock, and the “her” referenced is also 100000% mary.

[Intro] Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh

[Verse 1] I was good to you Could lay my head upon your chest And hear I was good for you Got your heartbeat at its best You were it for me Did I just not do it for you, superficially? 'Cause you were it for me

[Pre-Chorus] 'Cause it was nothing I did and nothing I said And I know I gave you all of myself, one hundred percent Now I'm watching you moving on in the beat of a drum So, if I never gave you any reason to run

[Chorus] Then I, I can't help thinking that she's got a better body Has she got a body better than mine? And I, I can't help thinking, when you touched it, were you sorry? Were you sorry like you weren't at the time? Loving you was easy, that's why it hurts now The worst way to love somebody is to watch them love somebody else and it work out Now, I can't help thinking that she's got a better body Has she got a body better than mine?

[Verse 2] Do you love her? When you're twisting up all her sheets, do you suffer? Do I sit there and watch you sleep? If you love her Was I just an idea you liked? A convenient use of time With obedient blue eyes

[Pre-Chorus] You took what you took and you left what you left And I don't know how I still can't make it make any sense

[Chorus] Now I, I can't help thinking that she's got a better body Has she got a body better than mine? And I, I can't help thinking, when you touched it, were you sorry? Were you sorry like you weren't at the time? Loving you was easy, that's why it hurts now The worst way to love somebody is to watch them love somebody else and it work out Now, I can't help thinking that she's got a better body Has she got a body better than mine?

[Bridge] All the hows and the whens and whys I thought it would be us for life Was I wrong and is she so right? Is her body better than mine? All the clothes and the warning signs How's it feel to have made me cry? Will you tell me just one more lie? Is her body better than mine? (Mine)

[Chorus] I can't help thinking that she's got a better body Has she got a body better than mine? I can't help thinking, when you touched it, were you sorry? Were you sorry like you weren't at the time? Loving you was easy, that's why it hurts now The worst way to love somebody is to watch them love somebody else and it work out Now, I can't help thinking that she's got a better body Has she got a body better than mine?

[Outro] Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh

[Lyrics from Genius.com]

Hey Lovely! 

AHHHH yes, I can totally see it, LOL This is totally a TSo3 song, yee. Thank you so much for all the angst on this fine day, LOL! <3

🎶 LISTEN TO THE JOHNLOCK PLAYLIST ON [SPOTIFY] & [YOUTUBE] 🎶

#steph replies #johnlock playlist #artist maisie peters #song body better #body image cw

[gaveldefy]

@reaperdaughter sent, [  FEAR  ]  receiver  finds  sender  having  a  nightmare

there's a maze. high walls of concrete that remind him of solitary back in stockton. only, there's no bars like one would expect in a prison. no windows, either. he can't hear the sounds of other inmates trying to tear him apart.

looking down, jax sees a rat climb over his foot then disappear into the shadows.

abel??? he shouts at the top of his lungs. where were the other guys? had they managed to take down jimmy? last thing he remembers is threatening the priest for information on his kid. nuns. there were supposed to be nuns on a corner house but a wrong turn got him here.

frantic heartbeat mixes with a tightness in his chest, making it hard to breath. children laughing. his head snaps in the direction he thinks he hears it from and starts running. running.

" ABEL, " jax shoots up in bed. one hand goes for the gun on the nightstand and the other bunches tightly in the sheets. off in the distance he hears another voice. then arms slide around his neck.

shhh, it's okay. jax, baby, i'm here. abel's right here...

it's hard to breathe. with several more words the biker chooses to leave the gun where it is, instead turning in the arms he's only starting to register. we're okay, kelly whispers again. vaguely, he feels lips against his temple but he's god a deathgrip on one of the arms surrounding him. what she does verses what he feels is blending together in a strange sensation he's barely starting to wrap his head around.

" i'm sorry. "

#reaperdaughter #. ♦ answer ˎˊ˗ #. ♦ v . the bell tolls ˎˊ˗

[mesperyiandevotee]

I saw someone post their favorite quotes from their own fics and liked the idea! Here's my favorite quotes or scenes from fics I've written this year 🧡 Hopefully I can write even more next year 💚💚

Now, there was color in his face again, and he looked down at Ludwig as though he were holding the world in his arms. Gilbert looked away, earning tired admonishment from his mother as she lay, pale and almost sickly-looking in her bed, bloody sheets being carried away. Still, Gilbert couldn’t look. He knew it wasn’t the world in his father’s arms. It was the sun.

"filled with worms and dirt" a retelling of The Juniper Tree from Brothers Grimm

It was a song as old as love, as old as regret and jealousy and hunger. It was a song found easily in the space between love’s breaths—it’s whispered confessions and desperate pleas and furious ultimatums and shuttering cries. It was a sad song, a hopeful song, a beautiful song, a tragedy. And now was time for its reprise, a duet between the timid and blessed Matthew Williams and the dauntless and hungry Amelia Jones.

"Demigods and Monsters" Orpheus and Eurydice inspired (well Hadestown inspired)

The pressure around her seemed to double as soon as she acknowledged the feeling. “I’m fine,” she said, her face a neutral mask. Her voice echoed in her ears, tickling them. I ’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. She almost thought Tolys could hear the echo, too, with the way his head tilted slightly as his brow furrowed. He opened his mouth, a question like lead on his tongue, but he swallowed the block back, almost choking on it. He knocked and left without another word, which wasn’t like him. No, wait, his lips had moved. He’d said something, but Monika’s own voice was still echoing in her ears. I ’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine.

Chapter 14 "Will You Catch Me This Time?" my baby slowburn longfic

All the while, grief churned in the woman’s hollow chest, expanding and condensing, expanding and condensing like the ghost of a heartbeat. Watching someone so young keep going forward as if death were something so inconsequential—it tore through Alice. She stoked that flame of anger, used it to condense her grief further and further, until it was a seed of bitterness inside her. Over the weeks, months, years, that seed grew and grew until her heart was covered in its roots, the soft flesh concealed beneath the armor of hatred.

"Cinder-Maddie" a Cinderella retelling

Part of America’s Puritan upbringing blanched at how hard and fast his immortal soul was falling, but his body was also immortal and craved more than what prayer and liturgy could give.

"Their Little Agreement" my canon-verse ficlet

#hetalia #it took me too long to find my docs #i should probably sleep now sjflsifjlsfsli

[the-letter-horror-lover]

Kuroshitsuji Drabbles

AWatchDogsFantasy

Summary:

These drabbles are based in the Kuroshitsuji universe so they are being posted separate from my Kuro AU Kink drabbles! I will also be taking requests for these drabbles as well but they must be Kuroshitsuji verse. <3

Notes:

(See the end of the work for notes.)

Chapter 1: Coddling Ciel

Chapter Text

Ciel sighed as he sat in his bed, surrounded by pillows and cocooned in a nest of blankets. There was a wash basin and towels on his bedside table and his curtains were shut tight. His door was opened and Sebastian entered with a tray with tea and soup in one hand and Ciel scowled at him.

“Must you coddle me, Sebastian.” It was more a statement than anything as the demon placed the tray down.

“Honestly, I’m fine. This isn’t the first time I’ve been shot at or dropped in cold water.” Sebastian remained silent, efficiently moving things from the tray. Ciel’s brows furrowed as he pushed some of the blankets from his shoulders. Gloved hands pulled them back up and the Earl made an irritated noise in the back of his throat, the boy indignant.

“Sebastian! I’m sweltering in all of these sheets. Why-” A cup of hot tea was placed into sweaty hands and Ciel made that noise in his throat again, irritated.

“Sebas-” A cool rag wiped over his face, a gloved hand turning it this way and that as the other cleaned. Ciel struggled, trying to free his face as he grumbled.

“Seb-…kn-knock it off! That’s an order!” The hand and clothe were gone immediately and the butler was standing beside the bad, hands clasped behind his back as his red eyes scanned over his master. Ciel scowled back, sleeve wiping at his damp face.

“What are you doing, Sebastian?” The demon actually averted his eyes, taking the cup back and setting it back on the tray, and Ciel was amazed that it hadn’t spilled. What amazed him more, however, was when the demon sat himself gently on the edge of the bed ,without asking permission, and faced his young master with red eyes that bore into the young man’s face. Ciel swallowed, suddenly nervous as he pushed the covers back down his shoulders. He held back another deep sigh as gloved hands carefully pulled them back up.

“You act as if I’ve never been in such danger before. I won’t catch cold so easily.” Sebastian averted his eyes, staring just above his head for a moment. There was silence, the soft crackling of the fire the only sound.

“This time was different, my lord.” Ciel lifted his head, brows furrowed again as he met Sebastian’s gaze again.

“Different? How so?” The demon slowly reached out and his fingertips brushed gently over the rise of the Earl’s cheek, just below his contracted eye.

“When the shooting started and that man dropped you into the water after having such a hold on your throat…for just a split second, your heartbeat faltered.” The Earl’s eyes went wide and he stared up at his demon, swallowing and unconsciously leaning into the gloved caress.

“Wh…what? It…faltered? I didn’t feel-”

“You wouldn’t.” Sebastian interrupted, hand slipping down to rest on a thin shoulder, thumb rubbing soothing circles against a collarbone.

“It was just for a second. But I heard it, I felt it. I was…” The demon closed his eyes, laughing softly before opening them again. Ciel was speechless at the desperation in those crimson depths.

“I though, in that second, that I had lost you, my lord. Those men were all dead in that very moment and you were back in my arms before the last one fell. But it felt as if it had been an eternity.” Ciel stared at the butler, faintly feeling the soft pressure of that thumb against his collarbone.

“You…were scared?” Sebastian merely stared at him before leaning closer. His other hand lifting to cup the side of the boy’s neck, thumb caressing a soft jawline as their noses brushed. The boy swallowed, wide eyed as he stared into his demon’s eyes.

“Is that what all of this coddling is about?” His voice was soft and he gasped a soft breath of air as soft lips pressed gently to the very corner of his. Sebastian pulled back, studying his master’s face as the boy lifted a small hand, fingers caressing the spot. Sighing softly through his nose, the demon gently pressed his lips to the tender skin of Ciel’s forehead, sliding them gently over to his temple. His eyes slipped closed as his lips slid over the soft skin near a large sapphire eye and he nuzzled the downy hairline near Ciel’s temple. He inhaled deeply to take in the intoxicating scent that had him so enamored. Ciel’s left eye slipped closed as he felt those sinful lips brushing beneath it. Sebastian’s hands were large and warm against his throat and jaw. His heart fluttered against his ribs as his soft breaths picked up speed. His small hands came up to wrap around Sebastian’s wrists.

“Sebastian…” His words were breathy. The demon slowly slid his hands away to tug the blankets tighter around his now shivering master. He nuzzled the side of the boy’s head, eyes half lidded as he gripped his arms through the blankets. He sensed the confusion and insecurity of his lord and pressed those lips gently to the corner of the boy’s.

“Please do not fear me, my lord. I want nothing more than to make you happy.” Ciel’s eyes finally slipped closed as he tightened his grip on those wrists.

“I thought…that you wanted nothing more than my soul.” Sebastian pulled back, fingers gently lifting the boy’s face to meet his eyes. Ciel stared back fearlessly.

“There is truth in the fact that I hunger for you, my lord. But my hunger is for much more than just your soul now. You are my beautiful little lord. My cold heart beats for you as it never has before.” The implications of the demon’s words brought a flush to the boy’s face and he shifted his gaze away from the intense red of his butler’s. He heard the man chuckle softly and felt soft lips pressing against his forehead.

“Sleep now, my lord. You’ve had a trying day.” He was tucked in firmly, still grumbling about being overheated as his butler blew out the candles but left the fire to burn itself out. As he left the room, he gave Ciel a soft smile and pulled the doors closed. Ciel hid his face in his blankets, feeling the heat from his own skin radiating over his hands as he turned onto his side and fought to fall asleep.

Chapter 2: Just for You

Summary:

Ciel dresses up just for Sebastian but things don't go the way he planned at first.

Chapter Text

Sebastian stood in the kitchen, chopping and preparing for the next evening’s meal, when he heard the door creak open. Sighting through his nose, he wiped his hands on his apron and turned to reprimand whichever useless servant had interrupted. He froze, eyes wide, when he realized that it was not a servant at all. No, most definitely not. His little master stood in the doorway, one arm braced against the frame and a hand propped on his right hip. Leaning into the door, his right hip cocked, the boy was dressed much different than his usual style.

His dainty feet and slender calves were encased in leather boots, fishnet stockings taking over from the knee and, as Sebastian’s red eyes slid slowly over the boy, he noticed they stopped mid-thigh. A garter belt held them up, showcasing smooth and milky skin as the straps crawled up beneath extremely short shorts that were black and tight and high-waisted to accentuate the boy’s minuscule figure. Sebastian swallowed, eyeing the expanse of creamy skin bared by the untucked, unbuttoned dress shirt. It hung off of the boy’s shoulders, caught smartly around his elbows, and his single sapphire eye, so very large and captivating, studied the demon from that soft, round face. Soft, pink lips parted and his voice was low as the little master spoke.

“Sebastian?” Out of reflex, Sebastian reverted to his proper butler mannerisms, hand covering his eyes in exasperation.

“With all due respect, my lord…what the hell?” Whatever soft, shy smile that had made its way to Ciel’s face fell and soft, round cheeks flushed in shame. Staring at the demon, the Earl felt his breathing become shallow, a panic attack beginning as his chest stung. As Sebastian began babbling about propriety and his position, Ciel bit his lip and angrily flung the closest utensil, a useless wooden spoon, but he was just so mad and hurt that it didn’t matter. He turned and stormed out of the kitchen. Sebastian lowered his hand, blinking at the harmless spoon laying at his feet. His master was gone and the demon sighed. He removed his apron, replacing it on its hook, and carefully slid back into his tailcoat before following after the Earl. By the time he reached the boy’s room, he found the door cracked open and furrowed his brows, for it was unusual for the young man to leave his personal rooms accessible. He heard the accelerated beating of the boy’s heart and carefully peeked through the opening.

Ciel stood in front of his mirror, eye-patch thrown to the floor as he stared at himself. Taking a deep, shaky breath, he began buttoning the dress shirt up. It still hung loosely about him, untucked, and he stared tiredly at his reflection as he ran his fingers over his own face. He seemed to be examining himself, turning his head this way and that, fingers sifting through slate locks, until his arms fell listlessly to his side. Sebastian’s eyes followed the boy, as he slowly backed up until he found his bed, sitting heavily. He began untying his boots, toeing them off with some difficulty. Pulling himself backwards to the center of the large bed, the Earl flopped back and stared at his ceiling. The butler waited a moment and raised his fist to knock just as the boy spoke softly to the room, causing him to pause abruptly.

“Even a demon doesn’t want me.” Said demon’s eyes widened minutely, lips parting as his fist lowered slowly. Red eyes focused on the boy as small hands ran over a soft, rounded face, contract mark casting a soft violet glow in the dim room.

“It was stupid anyway. What does some…some tainted, scrawny thing like me have to offer aside from my shattered soul…” The hidden demon swallowed thickly, watching a single tear slip into slate hair, the boy stubbornly wiping the trail away before rolling to his side and curling into himself. He shivered, unused to having so much skin revealed, and slowly crawled further up the bed to slide under the covers. Sebastian, for once, did not know what to do and stood dumbly outside the door, eyes locked on the small lump under the sheets. Ciel laid there for a minute before his shoulders shook, a weak chuckle falling from his lips.

“He must think me a fool.” The air barely stirred as Sebastian moved and the boy jolted as the edge of his bed dipped. He turned to find the demon perched there, watching him through soft eyes. His voice, dark and warm like velvet, filtered through the room as the butler gently ran the back of a gloved finger over a baby-soft cheek.

“A fool only for running, my lord.” Ciel scowled, averting his eyes as his face flushed. He turned his back to the butler, swatting his hand away, and buried his face in a pillow. Sebastian curled around him, nuzzling against a small, pink ear as a gloved hand slowly stroked the boy’s arm.

“Oh, do not be angry, my lord. I was merely surprised. Can you blame me? A delectable little thing such as yourself offering a lowly butler something so precious. My immediate reaction was to believe it a joke. Or perhaps…a trick played by my own mind.” Ciel pouted but uncurled just a bit as his demon smoothed his hand up a small arm to stroke his cheek. That hand slid to the top button of the shirt, murmuring gently against the soft skin of a temple.

“I promise to react more favorably…if you’ll just unbutton this again.” Ciel’s flush darkened but he slowly rolled onto his back, large eyes staring up, unsure, at his butler. Sebastian smiled gently, helping the boy sit up and watched those small fingers gingerly (and clumsily) pry open each button. The shirt fell away, falling to rest once more in the crooks of his elbows, and Sebastian sighed in a satisfied manner. He scooted closer, nudging the Earl’s temple with his nose as his pupils became slits, eyes half-lidded and glowing magenta. The boy’s eyes fluttered and he turned to press his own nose against the demon’s chin. The man’s lips brushed the bridge of that cute little nose as he spoke again.

“And the boots?” The proud little lord slid shyly from the bed to retrieve them, offering the demon a spectacular view of his rear as he bent over to lace them up. Once they were laced, he turned slowly to face Sebastian, eyes cast shyly towards his feet as he fiddled with the ends of his sleeves. He watched his demon as he licked his lips and felt his face heat up. Sebastian dragged his eyes up from booted feet, to fishnet encased thighs, all the way to those tight, high-waist shorts wrapped around that tiny midsection. With a growl, the demon’s lips and teeth attacked the boy’s pale chest, large hands wrapped almost entirely around the little thing. Ciel gasped at the abrupt appearance of the other before him, hands gripping the man’s wrists and spine arching to push himself closer to those lips. Sebastian hummed, tongue laving over smooth, soft skin as he dragged the tip of his nose across a collarbone, inhaling deeply. He slowly made his way down the boy’s chest, leaving a trail of reddish-pink marks as he went, and dipped his tongue into his belly button. Ciel’s breath hitched and his small hands moved to rest on broad shoulders, gripping the fabric. The demon’s own hands squeezed around the delicate body against him before sliding down. The cotton encased digits squeezed until his prey released a breathy sigh before slipping down to slim hips and around to pull the boy closer by his rear. Ciel’s tiny fingers slid up into ink-black hair, caressing and carding through to stop at the back of his head to massage gently. Sebastian moaned softly and returned the favor by kneading the back of the boy’s thighs and yanking him close to suckle against a clothed hipbone, leaving a dark, damp patch. Ciel whimpered as sharp teeth (too sharp for a human) grazed the skin through even the material and large hands mauled his tiny thighs, easily wrapping around them. He tangled his fingers with the longer ones around his right thigh and smiled shyly as they welcomed him. Those hot lips moved down his body slowly, nipping at his thigh before moving back up, the trail he left in his wake cooling as he went and caused the boy to shiver. Gently, Sebastian leveled himself, coming face to face with his little lord as he knelt before him. Ciel bit his lip and his demon lifted their linked hands to press a kiss to those soft, small fingers, red eyes smoldering as he pulled the boy flush against him.

“You make it so hard for a demon to resist you, my lord. So much beautiful, porcelain skin on show just for me…it makes me crazy. It makes me want to mark you and make it known that you are mine.” His voice was low, a feral growl underlying it as he nipped at the Earl’s wrist and his lord whimpered, pressing his little arousal to his demon’s stomach. Those sharp teeth nipped at his earlobe now, voice still a deep growl as his free hand mauled a fishnet clad thigh.

“Because you are mine. Your soul, your body, your very being are mine.” The snarl reverberated against the Earl’s sensitive erection and he whimpered again, arching and tugging at dark hair as needlepoint teeth moved to his jaw, the demon’s free hand moved back up to grope a firm rear and he pressed his lips to the corner of a gasping mouth. His eyes were coals in the dim light, boring into hazy blue and violet as he ground the boy forward into his chest to give him the friction he craved.

“Say it.” Ciel swallowed, body shaking.

“I…S-Sebas…” A harsh tug, rough friction, pulling a soft cry from him.

“Say it!” The boy’s legs shook as he continued to thrust into the butler.

“I-I…I belong t-to you! Only you, Sebastian…all of me, e-everything!” The demon growled, kissing the boy hard and muffling his moans. Spreading his own legs to rest on either side of the boy’s thigh, Sebastian began to grind his own arousal against the soft, tender skin. Their breath mingled as the demon held the tiny thing tightly.

“Good little darling, my beautiful precious lord. You are mine…and I am yours.” Ciel was gasping, squeezing Sebastian’s hand with surprising strength as they rutted against each other. The demon’s voice was wavering between human and something much darker.

“You shall never be rid of me.” That slate head bent as a small arm tugged around Sebastian’s neck.

“I will never let you leave.” Ciel sobbed and his hips stuttered as he buried his face in dark hair, fingers squeezing the silken strands. Sebastian buried his nose in the crook of that slender neck, fangs bared and nose scrunched as his eyes clenched shut.

“And I…will never leave you.” He bit down then, marking his lord and groaning as he felt the young one’s release dampening his uniform. Ciel screamed, pulling harshly at dark hair and crying into those soft strands as he rode his pleasure out. The taste of the boy and the feel of him against his chest had Sebastian coming with a groan. He rutted against the soft skin as he came down with a growl and his fangs slowly retracted. Licking the blood away, Sebastian held his master close as the boy shook. Nuzzling his temple, the butler pressed soft kisses to his cheek. He gently untangled their fingers in order to wrap him up tightly. Slim arms wrapped weakly around his neck and the demon smiled, gently stroking matted hair. Moments passed and Ciel finally stirred, sleepily pulling back, clouded eyes watching and analyzing his butler. The man smiled, eyes their usual burgundy, and he stroked a soft cheek. His little lord gave a weak smile and Sebastian realized just how used the boy looked. His slate hair was mussed, shirt hanging lower on one arm than the other, and his little shorts were stained dark in the front. The demon smirked at the shine of dampness against the Earl’s thigh and that flushed little face with its dazed eyes and swollen pink lips.

“Come, my lord. Let’s get you cleaned up and put to bed.” Ciel’s eyes sharpened a bit as he was lifted and carried, legs wrapped around the slender butler.

“Will you stay?” His voice was unusually meek and a kiss was dropped to his hair with a deep chuckle.

“Why, didn’t you hear me, my lord? You’ll never be rid of me now. That includes bed time as well.” He felt Ciel smile against his shoulder and he stroked a finger against an exposed strip of skin. Yes, this boy was certainly full of surprises.

Chapter 3: Opals

Summary:

Sebastian is sure that his little lord has a favorite stone. He just has to coax it from the young man.

Chapter Text

Tea tumbled perfectly into the bone china cup and Sebastian set it gently at his lord’s elbow, watching as the young man deftly picked it up with his left hand. He sipped it, eye closing as he sighed in appreciation and continued signing with his right hand. After a moment of watching, teapot still in hand, Sebastian tilted his head and spoke.

“What type of stone do you like, my lord?” Ciel paused, brows furrowed as he turned to stare at his butler, cup poised before his lips.

“What? Stones, Sebastian?” The butler merely smiled at his master, red eyes boring into blue.

“Yes, my lord. Stones, gems, jewels, baubles. Which type do you prefer?” Ciel blinked up at the man in confusion, slowly lowering his cup back to its saucer.

“Jewels?” He sounded a bit incredulous.Ciel's Ring

“Why in the world would that matter?” The butler merely continued to smile, topping the young man’s cup off before stepping back again.

“Merely curious, my lord. Is there a stone you favor over the others? I myself am partial to garnets. The deep red color, the color of blood, the deep resonating shine that they hold.” Ciel was watching him wearily before he turned back to his papers.

“That makes sense, for a demon. It’s also the color of your eyes.” He mumbled the last bit and Sebastian raised a brow, smiling slyly. Ciel was silent for a moment, signing away until he spoke softly.

“Opals, I suppose.” Sebastian cocked his head, watching the boy sign his name.

“Opals, my lord?” It was an odd choice for a young noble, a young man at that. But then, his lord was nothing if not a bit odd. Ciel nodded as he tapped his pen against the desk.

“Yes. People often take them for granted. They seem very plain on the surface but are multifaceted in ways one does not expect when the light hits them.” The demon thought for a moment before a smile spread over his face. He carefully set the teapot down and moved to stand behind his master’s chair as he spoke.

“Yes, opal. From the Sanskrit word “upala”, for precious stone. A stone of inspiration which enhances imagination and creativity and can also be used to bring happy dreams and avoid nightmares. I can see the appeal of such a stone for one such as yourself.” Ciel paused in what he was doing, head turning a bit as he listened. Sebastian gently slid his hands to rest upon the boy’s shoulders as he continued.

“The spirit of the stone is like that of a child, splashing and spraying color spontaneously wherever it pleases. Never one single color from any angle as my master has mentioned. Unexpected, underappreciated, beautiful. Very much like my little master himself.” Ciel’s ears turned red and he bowed his head, beginning to scribble furiously at his paperwork.

“I-idiot. Get back to work, stupid demon.” Sebastian smiled softly, squeezing the boy’s shoulders gently before moving to toll the tea cart out of the room with a final bow. After quickly taking care of it, he picked up the phone receiver, dialing the number he had procured days before.

“Ah, yes hello. My name is Sebastian Michaelis. This is Mr. Simon Brindle? Excellent.” He turned to lean against the desk, smirking.

“I wish to place a custom order.”

Two weeks later found Ciel sitting in the same spot, signing papers and awaiting his tea. He heard it as it was poured into the cup, smelled the rich fragrance as Sebastian sat it near his elbow, and moved to lift it to his lips. He paused when something bumped against his fingers and turned to look. There, tied to the handle of his cup with a blue satin ribbon, was a ring. Silver, delicate, and…Ciel felt his face heat up and he gaped at it for a moment. A ring. An opal ring. Whipping his head up, he stared wide eyed at his butler, mouth slack. Sebastian stood there with a smile, eyes closed and arms behind his back. The Earl looked from him to the ring and back. Sebastian’s smile widened as he addressed the young Earl.

“Yes, my lord?” The boy sputtered at him, looking flustered and adorably childish with his wide eye and red ears. Gently, the demon cupped his large hands around Ciel’s smaller one, holding the cup carefully up to the boy’s eye level. The stone flashed red, yellow, and blue in the sunlight and Ciel’s lips parted, staring in awe at the precious thing.

“Does it displease you in some way, my lord? If so, I will gladly have it remade for you.” The Earl bit his lip, glaring at his demon.

“Why?” It was all he was able to push out as he stared, confused, as Sebastian untied the ring and gently placed the cup down.

“As with a similar situation prior to this one, I must emphasize. This ring belongs on your finger alone. Please take good care of it.” The ring slid to rest perfectly on his ring finger and Ciel stared at it, eye wide. It was on his left ring finger.

“S-Sebastian…” The butler smiled serenely as he cupped the young man’s hand in his own, watching as the gem threw light in different colors. It was a simple silver band with a square-cut opal flanked but two smaller, square-cut garnets. Simple, elegant, not too flashy so as to draw attention from anybody but the wearer. Ciel’s hand curled into a fist and he tried to tug out of the demon’s grip with no luck.

“What…what are you doing? Giving another man such a gift…do not toy with me, demon.” Sebastian’s grip tightened, tugging the boy out of his chair and into him, holding that small hand with his own in the sunlight.

“I do not toy, my lord.” Ciel gave him a deadpan expression and the demon gave an innocent smile, tilting his head.

“Well…I do not toy with you, my lord.” That blue eye narrowed further and Sebastian sighed, cupping the boy’s hand with both of his and rubbing his cheek over it, eyes closed.

“Ah, such a heart breaker you are. So very cruel. You will not even give me a chance?” Ciel’s little fingers twitched as the demon rubbed against them like a cat marking its territory with scent.

“A chance…what the hell are you pulling, demon?” Sebastian sighed and flipped the small hand to now rub against the palm, ignoring his little lord.

“Yes, so cruel. But I suppose I would not have you any other way.” His flush rose higher on his cheeks and the Earl smacked at his servant’s head, once again completely ignored. A kiss bushed against his knuckles stopped his tantrum and the butler in black winked up at him.

“So, my lord…do you accept this lowly servant’s gift?” Ciel blushed and turned his face away shyly even as his fingers twitched tightly around the other man’s. The sun shone brightly on his new ring, casting colors wildly as he spoke.

“Stupid demon…who would refuse such a thing?”

Chapter 4: Misunderstandings

Summary:

Time for a little angst! This chapter focuses on a slight misunderstanding between Sebastian and Ciel after a mission for the Queen. Sebastian does not seem to understand Ciel's feelings on a certain matter.

Chapter Text

Sebastian sighed as he stood in the hall outside of his master’s rooms. Mey-Rin exited moments later, slightly flushed, and gave a small bow to the head butler before scurrying off. Sebastian watched her go for a moment before turning his eyes back to the door closed to him. He almost felt bad for the maid. Their master had demanded that she be the one to prepare him for bed, ignoring Sebastian completely when he made the demand at dinner. The maid was not used to the job and who could blame the young woman? It was not a maid’s proper job to have to prepare her teenage master for bed. Sebastian’s red gaze could have burned a hole through the oak as he stared it down, seemingly blaming it for his own displeasure. Ever since their last mission, the Earl Phantomhive had been short with him and would not deign to look at him. Sebastian knew the reason well. He had employed a certain skill of his to obtain information from a young woman.

He had allowed the boy his tantrum, finding it pointless, until he had demanded Mey-Rin’s assistance instead of his own. Now he was just being childish and it was beginning to wear on the butler’s patience. As he stood staring at the doors of his lord’s room, he was prepared to demand answers of the childish Earl. His hand stopped short of the knob however and he furrowed his brows. Sniffing the air, the demon caught the scent of salt, warm and melancholy. Taking a brisk step back, he eyed the door intensely. Tears? Was his lord…crying? Sebastian had seen Ciel Phantomhive angry, confused, exasperated, even panicked, but never crying. Not since the day he had summoned him and they had forged their contract. So why now?

Quickly and silently, the butler finally made his way into the bedroom unnoticed, not even stirring the air itself. He perched in the darkness, became the darkness, and focused his gaze on the small lump in the center of the large bed. It was still aside from the small shiver when the young lord would sniffle. The boy was not sobbing, most certainly not, as he was Ciel Phantomhive. But he sniffled softly and the demon could scent the salt of his tears on the air as they slipped silently over his rounded cheeks. As the boy rolled over, his face was revealed to the one hidden in the shadows. A small hand lifted to wipe listlessly at the light tear tracks marring his kitten-soft skin and his eyes slipped open to stare blankly at the floor. His contracted eye cast a pale purple glow over his cheekbone and Sebastian watched, enraptured and curious as those large eyes lifted slowly to roam his room. When the boy jolted and recoiled, the butler tensed, sensing for any immediate danger. Instead, the Earl scowled and wiped at his face with his bed linen.

“Bloody hell, Sebastian. What the hell are you doing?” Said man’s brows rose in the darkness until he realized that his own eyes had begun to smolder as he watched his little darling. They glowed like magenta embers in the darkness from the corner he was crouched in and, as he stood slowly, he watched Ciel’s eyes follow his as they rose. He spoke softly so as not to startle the boy that was scowling at him as he turned over in the bed to face away from him.

“My apologies, my lord. I was only coming to check up.” The boy pulled his duvet up further, voice cold as he responded.

“Do you believe yourself to be the only one capable of putting me to bed?” The demon moved into the small sliver of moonlight that slipped through the curtains.

“Of course not, my lord. I merely scented something…curious as I passed by.” The Earl was silent at that but clutched harder to his covers. Both remained quiet for few moments before Sebastian moved to the edge of the bed. He watched Ciel scoot a bit further away, towards the other side of the bed, and spoke gently.

“Why do you cry, my lord?” He waited patiently for a response, watching the boy fidget beneath the sheets before finding a soft-spoken response.

“Do not feign concern with me, demon. I tire of your games. They may seduce those simple women but I will not tolerate them being used on me.” Sebastian furrowed his brows, straightening in surprise before chuckling, laughter clogging his words.

“Is that truly was your tantrum is about, my lord? I had suspected but had not wished to believe that you would concern yourself with something so menial.” A pillow hit him directly in the face and he blinked rapidly when he could see again, greeted with the sight of Ciel Phantomhive sitting straight up, a tear slipping over his cheek as he pressed his lips together to keep them from quivering. His small chest rose and fell harshly, irregularly, as the child fought to keep his emotions at bay. The pair stared each other down, watching one another wearily until, finally, the Earl threw himself back onto his side, facing away from his demon once more.

“Get out. I do not wish to see you. I am queasy just from hearing your voice.” The boy’s own voice was venomous and the demon narrowed his eyes, defenses on the rise as his own temper flared. He plopped the pillow back on the bed and turned on his heel. At the door, he turned and stared coldly over his shoulder as he spoke.

“A child should not concern himself with the ways of adults. Tantrums are very off-putting, my lord.” As soon as he spoke, he was through the door and already wishing he could take the words back as it clicked closed with an odd sort of finality behind him. He stood completely still, staring at the wall as he listened to the breathing from the room behind him become uneven. The demon’s black heart clenched as a sob finally escaped his lord’s lips, words whispered bitterly into the darkness.

“I wasn’t a child when you wanted to fuck me.” Another ragged breath followed and Sebastian couldn’t swallow past the lump in his throat, wanting nothing more than to go to the boy’s side and kiss his tears away. To assure him that it hadn’t been meaningless, that he hadn’t fucked the boy but had instead made love to him, that he was different than those women or anybody else the demon had known in his long life. But he couldn’t move. He could only stand in the darkness of the hall, not understanding the wetness that slipped over his own cheeks.

The next morning, after an evening of prowling the hall outside of the Earl’s rooms, Sebastian almost sent Finny to wake the Earl but shook himself out of the thought. What kind of demon would he be if he was scared to face a mere human? He sighed as he rolled the tea cart down the hall, stopping outside of the Earl’s bedroom doors. Of course, this was no mere human. The boy’s choked, defeated words rang through the butler’s head as clearly as they had the night before and he had to force himself to knock. Opening the door without a response, as the boy never responded, he rolled the cart in and closed the door behind him. He moved nearer to the bed before going to the curtains and tossing them back to allow the sunlight to flood the room. Ciel groaned from the bed, burrowing deeper beneath the covers to avoid the invasive light. Sebastian moved back to the bedside and began preparing his lord’s tea.

“A Darjeeling blend for you this morning, my lord. Blueberry scones with a choice of honey or butter and a nice-”

“What are you doing, Sebastian?” The butler was cut off and he turned, hands pausing in their movements. Ciel sat on the edge of the bed, head lowered as he stared blankly at the carpet with his hands fisted in the covers.

“My lord?” The butler stood before the boy, watching him fidget. With a sigh, the boy lifted tired, bloodshot eyes to meet the demon’s.

“You should just take what you want and be done with this. My revenge is not getting any closer and I think we both know this is becoming very taxing.” The Earl slowly shifted his eyes away again, staring blankly out the window.

“I am tired, Sebastian.” The man swallowed thickly, moving carefully to straighten the boy’s hair.

“Perhaps you should rest today then, my lord. A bit more sleep-” Ciel slapped his hand away and glared up at him with glassy eyes.

“Don’t play dumb, Sebastian. I am tired of this. Of the dance and the fight. I am tired…” He deflated, eyes searching as he swallowed and took a deep breath.

“I am tired of living a lie, of fooling myself in everything I do.” Sebastian stepped closer, moving his hands back to caress the Earl’s head. The other clenched his eyes closed and the demon sighed, pressing a kiss to the boy’s forehead.

“My silly young master.” His lips moved against soft skin to a smooth cheek as he knelt, trailing them over a temple and down a cheek. Red eyes slipped open when a tear slid down, landing on his lips. His tongue darted out, liking it away and scraping his teeth gently over the skin before soothing with a kiss. Small hands moved to his shoulders and he could feel the indecision. The boy wanted to push him away and pull him closer at the same time. The demon slowly slid his own hands down a slender neck, under arms, and around to hold the boy close. The pair sat in silence, pressed together, eyes tightly closed as they breathed the other in, Ciel began to shake, gentle tremors jolting his small body, and Sebastian pressed small kisses to the skin he could reach. He spoke softly so as not to startle the being in his arms.

“I’m sorry, my lord…I should not have left you last night allowing you to harbor such thoughts. I should have reassured you instead of laughing at the idea. I just found the very idea impossible and I never believed that you had seriously been allowing such thoughts to affect you.” Ciel’s fingers tightened on his coat and the demon nuzzled his nose into the crook of a slim neck.

“I had thought you had known that it was different with you, my dear lord.” Ciel sniffled, voice weak as he spoke, reminding Sebastian of how young he truly was.

“How was I to know, Sebastian? You…afterwards, you never acknowledged it. And then that woman…I had to listen to her, imagine it as I just sat there. And then you laughed at me as if it were some sort of joke even after I had given you all that I had left of myself.” Sebastian gently squeezed the boy, taking in the exquisite scent of his soul.

“Out of all of my years, my little darling, I have never felt so much for a human. You needn’t fear such a thing. That woman…I was only trying to gain information and I had thought you had understood. You’re always so grown up and it never occurred to me that you would feel so insecure.” Ciel sniffed again and Sebastian pulled back, gently hold the boy’s arms as he searched his face. He gently wiped a tear away.

“I swear to you now, little soul, that I will never gather information in such a way again. My body, it is yours alone…my heart as well, if my lord will still accept it.” Those large eyes stared into him, searching for any sign, even with the thought that the demon could not lie to him. In a rare show of vulnerability, he extended his arms until Sebastian took him into his own, pulling himself into the safe curve of the butler’s body and nuzzling his face into the crook of the man’s throat. He spoke softly into the smooth skin there.

“Until the end then?” His demon smiled against the baby-soft hair, eyes sliding closed.

“Until the end.”

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[kuwentista]

Dark and destructive were the words used to describe a witch named Yurim. Banishment was the judgment passed by his own clan and community. Upon his death, Yurim’s still beating heart was transferred into the body of an unsuspecting human. Enter Eun, a well known international musician who suffered from a debilitating heart disease. A transplant was the answer to save his life, however, the complications that followed the surgery left Eun in need of home care. A live-in nurse provided by his record company was tasked with his full recovery. That’s when Eun noticed peculiar changes in himself – Affects on the people and things around, especially when he experienced great emotions, like anger. Was he crazy or worse cursed? Then there was the black dog constantly circling his property in Seoul. All of that was the least of his concern – The nurse who supposed to care for him was actually an assassin sent to end his life by the same coven who banished Yurim many years before Eun’s time.

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*Also called ‘The Witch’s Heart’. This verse is a branch of SANGUINE and crosses with the Serendipity, Night Shift: Bordello, and The Meaning of Forever verses. 

Verse Inspiration.  [EST. 24th November 2019] Set in various locations. Main setting - South Korea. Exclusive. NSFW 21+

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K U W E N T I S T A

Seoul, South Korea; New York, USA

Eun Ye-jun [ Jeon Jeong-guk ]  ➝ international musician/composer

Seoul, South Korea; Hong Kong, mainland China

Ji Bai [ Li Wei/Lin Jing ] ➝ a 500-year old vampire who has an appetite for revenge  

Hong Kong; Mainland China; parts of Asia; parts of Europe and the Americas

Qing Shan [ Xiao Zhan ] ➝ exorcist; traveler, freelance... anything, mostly photographer

Various parts of South Korea

Park Ha-yan [ Lee Dong-wook ] ➝ brewery owner

Namgung Seung-yong [ Christian Yu ]  ➝ a 298-year old witch who bonded with a dragon’s yeouiju; supernatural bounty hunter

Yurim [ face undisclosed ] ➝ dark and destructive witch whose heart is now housed by eun’s human body

Soldier [  ] ➝  tba

Bangkok, Thailand

Zero Niran Srisuwan [ Net Siraphop ] ➝ uni student majoring in film and photography; part-time worker at a 7/11; intern at a tv production company, lonely whale

South Korea

Shin In-bok [ Jung Ho-seok ] ➝ musician, artist; shaman possessed by a joseon princess

SOLILOQVIES

Seoul, South Korea

Choi Dal [ Park Ji-min ] ➝ descendant to yurim; home health aide/nurse by day, healer witch by night

Kim Jari [ Jung Jaewon ] ➝ trickster/dokkaebi; maybe even with a hint of bacchus masquerading as a young rich heir

Seoul, South Korea; Ho Chi Minh, Vietnam; Kingston, Jamaica

Evie Nguyen [ Karrueche Tran ]➝  choreographer/ medium ( although she hasn't come to terms with this yet )

Seoul, South Korea; New Orleans, USA; Monterey, Mexico

Axel Colón [ Peter Gadiot ] ➝  security consultant

Bangkok, Thailand

Pop Kraisee Saeli [ Prem Warut ] ➝ uni student; cashier, aspiring musician

Fae Kingdom & mostly Seoul, South Korea

Hyun-ki [ Lee Jae-wook ] ➝ Member of the Royal Guard

#{ verse sheet: heartbeat } #{ verses } #I love this verse header -___-

[lifeinpoetry]

              Your skin, this blade of grass smell, our               repeating limbs from the sweat-soaked               sheets, before daybreak’s quick pulse,               like the heartbeat of a frog. And there, too,               buried sargassum . . . still, bleeding the sea.

— Sholeh Wolpé, from “Honeymoon among Sargassum: Bead 10,” Abacus of Loss: A Memoir in Verse

#quote #Sholeh Wolpé #poetry #Abacus of Loss #out of my collection #Honeymoon among Sargassum #Bead 10