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jymwahuwu · 7 months

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After watching the animation, I felt uncomfortable and had thoughts about handcuffs. just found a reason to be handcuffed and spanked by Wriothesley 🥵🙏💦💦

CW: yandere, forced imprisonment, abuse of power, non-consensual spanking, humiliation

For a whole week… you were uncooperative, stamping your feet in front of Wriothesley's face, arguing with him, or responding with perfunctory- "yes-yes", "got it.", "you're right again anyway". Why? He keeps you in this underwater prison and factory, restricting your freedom. He smiled lightly and gracefully, patting you on the head as if you just weren't mature enough. Like just punched the pillow with his fist, it was completely useless. The anger in your chest burned even brighter.

You were sulking that day, slowly poking at the food with your fork in the cafeteria, thinking about how to escape the Fortress of Meropide. A young and sweet voice sounded next to you. "You look unhappy. Cheer up. Want a milkshake?" "No, thank you." You replied quickly, without even glancing at who the person was. In the corner of your vision, a blue milkshake approaches you, and you turn around irritably.

"I told you no…" Inadvertently, your elbow touched the cup, and the whole cup fell to the ground and broke. You were startled to realize that it was the head nurse, Sigewinne. Guilt builds in you, and you're about to apologize and pick up the pieces, but you hear that annoying voice - Wriothesley's. His boots appear before you. "Wow, what a big scene. Do you mind explaining it?"

Sigewinne waved her hand and raised head to look at Wriothesley. "I'm fine, Your Grace."

Rebellion takes a place in your heart. You swallowed your apology and sneered. "I broke it."

Wriothesley raised his eyebrows. "Really? Well, come to the office with me. Sigewinne, don't pick up the debris. I will ask people to clean it." Sigewinne gave you a worried look and explained. "It's really just an accident, not intentional, Your Grace…"

"Don't worry." He gave a reassuring smile. "Just going to the office to chat."

As soon as you entered the office, you heard the door being locked. Your heart skipped a beat, but you still maintained a stoic look.

Wriothesley walked slowly from the door to you, hugged his arm, and asked in a relaxed tone. "You've been very rude lately. What's wrong?"

You can't believe Wriothesley is actually asking this - "Don't you know you're the reason! When am I going to get out of jail! Why I have no idea how long my sentence will be extended!"

"This is what happens when someone disobeys." Administrator said, taking something out of his pocket. "And now I'm right. You don't look like you're fit to be released from prison."

He quickly lifted the back of your hand, and then with a sound, the handcuff locked your right hand. You suddenly broke into a cold sweat, but your other hand was grabbed and locked in the same way. "W-what do you want to do!" accompanied by a chuckle. "You look better this way, but it's not enough."

Wriothesley sat down leisurely, stretched out his hand, and pulled you onto his lap. As you screamed, a chill ran down your butt, and the covering material was pulled down. But he still felt that it was not enough, and even took off your underwear, not even allowing the underwear to stay on your calves, but threw it on the desk. Before this, you had never known that Wriothesley's strength was so irresistible and powerful. He always allowed you to push him away a little.

A hard slap on your ass. Terrified, you straightened your legs and kicked them, as if that would relieve the pain, but it didn't. "How dare you - how dare you spank me! Wriothesley, I will teach you a lesson once I get out!"

"Ha-I'm waiting." He said, holding back the laughter in his throat. "But now, you're being spanked by me, so watch your words."

The slaps landed on your butt one after another, and his thick arms were waving, showing no mercy, as the loud slapping sound proved. The pain urged your eyes to fill with tears, and you wanted to struggle, but the cold handcuffs reminded you of your position. "Stop this…you have no right to do this…"

"I have. And no one can stop me from doing this." While holding your waist, his big, rough hand slapped your right butt three times in a row. Just when you thought you had adapted… pain. You sobbed quietly, sniffling.

After the slap lasted… you don't know, 2 minutes or 5 minutes later? It seemed like a lifetime, and finally it stopped. "Poor you." The palm touched your heated butt and rubbed it gently, "It's all swollen. If you were obedient, it wouldn't be like this, right?"

"Asshole…" you just struggled to curse in a low voice, "um, let's start again." These few understatement words gave you a huge warning. The slaps started again, even harder than before. Tears welled up in your eyes as you tried to stop him. "…wait, wait, I'm sorry!! Don't start over!!"

"Ah, too late," he snickered, not stopping to spank. "Well, I can even hear you scolding me in your heart. Just be good, even a little bit, okay?"

What follows is a long afternoon. Wriothesley didn't spank you continuously, but kept you on his lap. He reviews the documents and signs and adds notes. Occasionally, he thinks of you and waves his arms to educate you. You were like a poor little pet, on his lap, with tears hanging from your eyelashes, your hands locked in handcuffs, and butt is swollen and radiating heat.

#wriothesley x reader #genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin #yandere genshin x reader #yandere wriothesley

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squishycheekanon · 4 months

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Would you mind doing a dabble on Folklore!Piglin!Techno and his version of the Blood God and Voices? Like how he was picked, that’s if that’s part of his verse

Folklore!Piglin!Techno

Warnings: 18+, smut mentioned.

In the Folklore verse, Techno was chosen to be The Blood God, when the old one died. And when I say chosen I mean like Harry Potter chosen one. He had no relation to the last blood god, he just suddenly heard the voices.

At first he felt like he was going crazy, the voices wouldn’t be quiet. They had their opinions which they couldn’t wait to share with him. Techno had to learn to live with it, he had to learn to be patient and relax.

Due to being the new Blood God, the faes, fairfolk, elves and dwarves respected him as their new king. He lived like one, in an ancient building graced with the finest food and drink that could be found.

In keeping with tradition, after two hundred years of being king The Blood God is hounded by the voices in his head to find his ‘one’ or mate. A more common nickname for mates is ghivashel which means ‘treasure of treasures’ but Techno loves call you fiðrildi, which means butterfly. He will explain why later.

Just as Piglin speak Dwavish, their mating customs are quite similar to Dwarves too, however their primal instincts and urges are a whole lot stronger than theirs. Piglin are half pig so their animal side takes over and heightens everything.

Techno knew you were his mate when the voices instantly went quiet, it gave him a type of peace he never thought possible. The voices fell in love with you, every single one of them. They talked about you non stop, every little thing you did, whether is was cute or sweet and there were even the more crude ones.

The only time they were quiet for Techno now was when he was fucking you. The mating ritual was so important and powerful, Techno needed all his focus and attention on you. The voice understood that, something that Techno greatly appreciated.

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nina-renmen · 8 months

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Damn I love the story 🤭😍

Could you make apart3 if it’s possible

Absolutely! This is the final part of this series, but anyone can request another Pickle scenario! But please enjoy!

Pickle X Black reader Final Part

A woman shreiked from behind Y/n making her turn around quickly. Her fighting instincts kicking in. That was until she bumped into a large, broad chest. Puzzled, Y/n looked up and her eyes widened.

“Pickle?” Y/n questioned. Pickle was in street clothes that were obviously too small for him. But he was able to put them on. Pickle growled affectionately at Y/n, pulling out pretty rocks from his pockets. He handed the prettiest one to y/n, the rock was white with splashes of blue patterns on it. It seemed to have sparkled in the city lights and stars.

Pickle was trying to court her. Pickle gave Y/n more rocks, not wanting him to throw a fit in public she took them, unknowingly accepting stage one of the courting process. Pickle purred, his chest rumbling as he watched Y/n accept his gifts before bending down and rubbing his cheek against hers before licking her cheek.

“Ewww! Pickle!” Y/n exclaimed, wiping the saliva off of her cheek. She scrunched her nose up in distaste as Pickled tilted his head to the side like a confused predator. Nonetheless, his chest never stopped rumbling as he purred, propping his chin up on Y/n’s head. Y/n Yelped as Pickle all but snatched her up. He took her as if she were a delicate flower that would easily rip by just a harsh rain drop. Hoisting her over his shoulder Pickle slipped through Ally-Ways as Y/n struggled out of his grip, but it was no use. The pretty rock that fell out of her pocket told her why this was happening.

Before she knew it she was in an unknown area. An unknown animal dead in front of her, killed by pickle. The primitive man pushed the carcass over to Y/n. It was another gift, he was showing her that he was strong and worthy enough to protect her. Pickle flashed his teeth, he looked as if he were smiling. But in reality it was a courting ritual, usually the female wanted to see how strong the males teeth were. The female wanted to feel protected in case something happened to her and she left her young.

Y/n looked down at the dead animal, it was large that’s for sure. But it was raw, how did Pickle expect her to eat this? She’d surely get sick. Looking around, Y/n found some dry sticks that were nearby and picked them up. But as she made a spark Pickle growled at her, it was custom to eat the meal raw. She was breaking tradition.

“How did you expect me to eat that?! It’s raw! I’m going to cook it.” Y/n huffed as she made another spark only for the sticks to be taken from Y/n’s hands and practically turned into dust by Pickles grip.

Once again, Pickle picked up the carcass and plopped it down in front of Y/n. He sat opposite from Y/n, pushing the carcass over to her, as is urging her to eat his kill…To eat his trophy.

Y/n only looked down at the carcass and shook her head no. It was raw, she wasn’t willing to get sick at the expense of his feelings. This only angered the primitive man, before Y/n could get up and make a run for it Pickle had grabbed her arm. Once again he forcefully hoisted her over his shoulder and moved at incredible speed. No amount of struggling or protests could slow him down as they eventually ended up in what looked like the sewers.

Y/n felt trapped as she looked around the unknown place. How would he escape. Pickle pulled Y/n ti his chest and sat down, holding y/n in his lap as his chest rumbled once more.

Another one of the pretty rocks slipped out of Y/n’s pocket as she tried to struggle out of his grip. She froze looking down at the white and blue splashed rock and suddenly realized why she was in this mess….

If only she hadn’t accepted that damn rock.

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darl-ings · 2 years

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to you | jeon wonwoo

pairing: wonwoo x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 600

summary: in which you and wonwoo go to bed

a/n: just something to post while i’m writing bigger things. wonwoo i love you if you ever need a thigh to cuddle i got two of them :)

“Do you think I should get a new gaming chair?”

The voice in front of you pulled you away from your book’s pages, your eyes peering over the novel to look at your boyfriend. Wonwoo made a point to let you know that he was incredibly bored, but instead of doing anything about it, he had laid in between your legs and hugged your thigh as if it were a stuffed animal. As endearing as it was, his constant random comments were interrupting your before-bed reading time.

“You bought that one last year, babe. Unless it’s broken, I think it’s okay,” you told him, watching him nod before nuzzling his face into your inner thigh. You held back a smile, folding the corner of the page you were on before placing your book on the nightstand beside you. Once free, your hands immediately reached out for Wonwoo, one landing on his shoulder while the other ran through with hair.

“You’re adorable, you know that?”

Your words made Wonwoo groan, his face once again burying into your thigh. You giggled at his reaction, your hand moving from his hair to his neck, where you gently massaged the tense muscles there. “My adorable little baby.”

“I’m not adorable – or little,” he muttered, lifting his head up to glare up at you. Jeez, he looks like a baby. The urge to grandma-squeeze his cheeks ran through your mind.

“No, you’re right…. you’re not little. You’re my adorable giant baby. How’s that?”

You noticed Wonwoo try to hold back his smile, his eyebrows furrowing in concentration to not give you the satisfaction of hearing him laugh at your joke. You snorted at the look on his face, patting his neck before leaning back against the headboard. You picked up your book again, but Wonwoo was quick to grab it out of your hands and put it back on the nightstand. Suddenly, you were dragged down to a lying position by your boyfriend before he moved to lay beside you.

“Time for bed. You have work tomorrow,” he teased, reaching over you to shut the lamp light off. You scoffed, poking his rib cage and hearing him yelp. You cackled, but stopped when he moved to hover over you and his hands began to tickle your sides. You immediately began to beg for forgiveness, Wonwoo giving you a few more jabs before pulling away with a smile. A few moments passed, the pair of you just staring at one another. You had memorized every crevice of his face, every wrinkle around his eyes. He was beautiful.

“I’m so in love with you,” you admitted quietly, reaching your hand up to brush his hair out of his eyes. It was a bit hard to see in the dark, but the city’s lights gleaming through the window highlighted the small blush growing on Wonwoo’s cheeks. You continued to praise him, slowly getting him to lay down on top of you so you could run your hands up and down his back. Your fingers traced his spine and your lips spilled more words of affirmation that you knew he’d appreciate. Eventually, you felt his heart rate slow and soft breaths escape his lips. His body was slightly slipping off of you, so you maneuvered carefully, moving him to lay beside you with his arm draped across your torso. You mumbled one final bit of praise before pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“I’m in love with you, too,” he mumbled, arm pulling you closer. Soon, sleep began to take over, leaving you and Wonwoo to meet in your dreams.

#jeon wonwoo #wonwoo #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo imagines #wonwoo drabbles #wonwoo fluff #seventeen imagines #seventeen drabbles #svt imagines #svt fic #svt drabbles

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matchamocchi · 5 months

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Relief - 1

After the assault of a curse's special attack, Takuma has a problem. But he's lucky that his teammate is more than willing to lend him a helping hand.

P0rn with a bit of plot exploiting the good ol' sex pollen trope.

A/N: This snippet of smut would not fit into my story – which doesn't mean it did not haunt my mind to the point I had to write it down. Enjoy!

Four missed calls. Two unanswered messsages on read. And he couldn't care less - even though he did care about her. Actually more than about anyone else.

Since their first meeting, he was smitten with every single aspect of her existence. Her looks, her voice, her patience and intellect, her soft nature that contrasted her fierce fighting skills. While he didn't want to surrender to it at first, at some point it was unavoidable to think about the girl during the lonely nights when his urges got the better of him. But each time he pleasured himself to the images of his teammate, he felt filthy afterwards for making this sweet, pure girl the protagonist of his lewd mind-porn.

But right now, as he was lying on his bed, fisting his swollen dick, it did not matter at all. No efforts should be spared to help him getting rid of this painful erection.

Early this morning, he was called to a mission. She was already in the car when Ichiji came to pick him up. They met Nanami at the haunted building and decided to split up to get the job done as quickly as possible. Ino and the girl took out a group of lower grade curses of which one suddenly blew out a thick veil of purple dust. She managed to fight off most of the substance with her cursed technique but Ino was directly hit in the face and inhaled some of it.

Later, Ieri checked on them to find out if it was some kind of poison and they needed further monitoring or treatment.

„Ino-san.“. He was just about to leave her office with Nanami and his teammate when Ieri addressed him and made a come hither movement with her finger.

„There's something you should know.“ She closed the door, sat down, lit a cigarette and tapped the pile of papers in her hands against the desk. „Your blood analysis shows a consideringly increased testosterone value.“ The doctor took a puff before continuing. „Apparently the strange dust this curse emitted was some kind of pollen that fuels the sex drive with the goal of incapacitating its victims.“

Ino's eyes widened. „That means?“

„Well, it's very likely that you will be easily aroused or fall into a state of permanent stimulation. I advice you to stay inside for the rest of the day and maybe also tomorrow, depending on your condition.“

Ino cleared his throat. „Okay. But... I don't feel any form of, uhm, arousal right now...“

„Thanks to your teammate you only inhaled a small amount of the curse's pollen. It can take some time before it takes effect.“

„And... is there... you know, something I can do?“

Ieri grinned and made a gesture with her hand that told him: jerk off.

If only it were that easy!

This was the most persistent boner of his life and no matter how long and hard he tried, he couldn't cum. He was horny to no end, his mind flooded with unrestrained scenarios of his cute teammate. But touching himself just didn't cut it. His body demanded for the real thing. A hot, juicy pussy that would milk him dry. He realized this after two hours of smearing an entire tube of handlotion onto his dick, rubbing it in all ways possible that would normally get the job done within only a couple of minutes.

Sex, sex, sex.

It was the only thing on his mind. However, the feeling was far from adolescent horniness. It was a destructive carnal thirst that seized his body from head to toe. Like a fever he could not escape. He was so deprived of most of his self-control that he felt like an animal. Takuma wanted – no, needed – it so bad that the desire caused not only his hardness to ache but also his conscience.

He had to fuck right now or he would lose his sanity.

With a groan, Ino pulled his pants up and sat down in front of his computer in a corner of his living room. He typed his address into the search field and added „callgirls“. Paying for sex had never crossed his mind before but now it seemed like his last resort. He studied the search results and opened some tabs when the sound of his doorbell sent a thunderbolt through his guts and he winced like he had been caught doing something illegal. No matter who it was, he would ignore them. Neither physically nor mentally was he in a state to interact with other people.

„Ino-san?“ The sweetest voice he knew called his name from the other side of the door.

No. Please not her. Not her of all people.

„Hey, are you okay? You did not answer your phone. I'm worried, so I came to check on you.“

Ino bit his lip. What should he do now? „Just pretend to not be at home.“, he concluded

„Ino-senpai?“, her voice made his cock twitch and his heart beat faster. „I'll come in now, okay?“

Next thing he heard was a rustle when she lifted his doormat to get the spare key he had told her about some time ago.

Shit. What now?

The second he heard the key being turned inside the lock, he hurriedly closed his computer, quickly threw on a hoodie and grabbed a blanket which he placed on his lap to hide his boner. Ino remained seated and put on his earphones so he could pretend he had not heard her.

„Senpai?“

Damn! How he loved it when she called him that!

It made him fuzzy-headed whenever he explained things to her and she would listen and nod enthusiastically, responding with something like „Really? That's interesing! Thank you, senpai!“

Remembering the way senpai fell from her lips also never failed to get his dick hard. Now, those six letters only sent another surge of pain to the region between his legs.

„Ino-san?“, she gently touched his shoulder to get his attention. The touch covered his entire body in goosbumps.

Takuma turned around, looked at her, doing his best to fake surprise and took off the headphones. „Oh, hi! What's up? What are you doing here?“ His voice was shaky and sounded raspy.

Takuma tried to sound as casual as possible despite the thick lump in his throat. When he looked at her, his fingers trembled and his jaw clenched. He involuntarily licked his lips when his eyes caught sight of her chest. She wore a tight shirt which accentuating the curves. Before his eyes, he saw a very clear vision of how he would kiss and suck the smooth flesh and could almost feel the weight of her breasts on the palms of his hands.

She had to go. He had to get her out of here immediately.

„You didn't answer my calls and messages. I was scared you might suffer from the attack this morning.“

„I'm fine but a bit sleepy. Actually, I just wanted to take a nap. Don't worry about me, I bet you have better things to do.“

He looked at her lips. They looked a bit shiny from the peach-tinted lipbalm. And inviting. They would perfectly match the pink hue of his cock.

„Oh my, you're sweating!“ When she reached for his forehead to check if he had a temperature, Ino flinched.

„It's okay, it's okay!“, he stammered, stopping her assault by grabbing her wrist.

His reaction shocked her, he could tell by the hurt expression on her face. Which turned into an angrier one within only a split second.

„No, I insist that we go and see Ieri-san. Now! Let's go, I'll call Akari to come and get us!“. The girl pulled her phone from her pocket and when Ino got up to stop her from making a call, the blanket fell off his lap, exposing the huge tent in his pants.

„...oh.“, she almost whispered and looked at the sight with widened eyes. The outline of his cock was prominent against the dark grey cotton of his sweatpants. „Oh!“, she exclaimed once more as she fully realized what was going on.

With glowing cheeks, he hurriedly picked up the blanket and covered his groin as if he were naked. He noticed that her wide-eyed gaze still lingered between his legs.

This was by far the most embarassing moment in his entire life!

„Okay, I have an issue! This is the curse's work and it won't go away! So could you please, for fuck's sake, leave me the hell alone so I can take care of it?“, Ino almost yelled due to his nervousness. „Can you just go now to not make this any more awkward than it already is? Please?“ He was so agitated that his voice threatened to break any second.

He pointed towards the door but when she did not move, instead remained in the living room with a baffled look on her face, he fled to his bedroom.

The brunette sat down on his bed, face buried in his hands. He was hot – but couldn't tell wether it was due to arousal or embarassment.

„You want me... to help you?“

He looked up and their eyes met. She leaned against the doorframe. Ino knew her well enough to know that this was no joke. The tone in her voice, the posture. She really wanted to help him.

His brain spat out so many thoughts at once that it felt like it was riding a brutal rollercoaster:

"But wait. What does she want to do? Does she want to do this. No, absolutely not! There's no way she means to have sex with me. But she is smart. So does she have another idea?"

#takuma ino #ino takuma #ino takuma smut #takuma ino x reader #jjk smut

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x-avantgarde-x · 1 year

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We are gonna be okay - Joel Miller

Summary: it’s the end of the world, and Joel isn’t able to save one of the people he loves the most.

Warnings: heavy angst! No comfort, just pain and tears.

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If you were ever asked to rate Joel’s birthdays’ celebrations since you had joined him and his daughter, Sarah, almost seven years ago, this one, without a second thought, would surely be the worst.

That was one of the first things that crossed your mind when you found yourself on your boyfriend‘s truck, Sarah holding tightly onto your body as you held her back with shaky hands, with Tommy doing his best to escape the estate as fast as possible while running over as few people as he could manage.

“Just keep going!” Joel kept yelling to his brother, his voice panicked, when the streets kept filling with more people before an onrush of them rushed towards your car. “Back, back, back, back, back!” Joel kept urging Tommy who was now driving backwards, trying to find a new escape, making the already terrifying situation more nerve wrecking.

While they kept arguing you pulled Sarah closer towards you, kissing the top of the teens curly head and did your best to comfort your terrified daughter. “It’s okay, baby girl. We will be fine.” You spoke against her hair, doing your best for your fear not to show up. Though you didn’t really know who you where trying to comfort with your words, if you or the girl who was holding tightly onto your embrace, but Sarah nodded against your chest and knowing it was comforting your baby girl was all you needed in that moment.

The panic you felt was horrible, the whole situation sending body into survival mode given the horror of it all. You tried to say something more, to keep your mind from shattering and to calm dow Sarah’s shaking frame but then you both turned your heads back just in time to catch the plane crashing behind you all and the explosion that followed it, and the words you were about to speak died in your throat.

You snapped your head forward in less than a second and started screaming, your voice shaking from the fear you felt in that moment “Move, move forwards, Tommy! Fucking move!” Before something came flying towards you causing you to crash.

For a few moments all you could see was black and all you could hear was the ringing in your ears from the collision.

Once you finally opened back your eyes, the first thing you saw was Sarah’s leg, her ankle twisted on a painful way “Sarah, Sarah baby don’t move” you spoke, your voice sounding as strict as you could manage in that moment.

And then cane the soaring pain on your left shoulder, surely dislocated, which made you hiss like a hurt animal.

“Sarah, come here come here.” Came Joel’s worried words as he pulled his daughter against him. “I got you, I got you.” He reassured her, pulling her out of the car before turning towards you and helping you out too.

“Are you okay, are you two okay?” He asked, face scrunched up with worry while he did his best to hold you without letting go of Sara’s hand, trying his best to check for any injuries you might have gotten.

“My shoulder hurts, but it’s not much” you assured him with the softest tone you could manage before your eyes went back to Sarah’s fucked up leg “But she twisted her ankle, Joel. She cannot walk like this.” You said, voice weak and trembling as you watched the girl struggle to stand up.

Suddenly another car crushed against yours, the explosion causing you to jump frightened from the flames. After Joel and Tommy agreed to meet at the river you watched as Joel picked Sarah up “You keep your eyes on me, okay? Don’t look anywhere else.” He told her before turning towards you,

“Hold onto me, okay? Don’t let go.” He said firmly, though you knew he was doing his best to comfort you. You nodded your head in agreement and rushed to grab onto his arm.

“Okay.” You whispered softly, looking deep into Joel’s eyes, as if trying to comfort him back.

The three of you started moving with shaky steps, not quite sure where to go at the moment as you looked around your surroundings in fear of coming up with one of the infected.

And just as you turned to exist the alley, there it was, feasting on poor woman laying there helplessly. Joel tried his best to move you away from it without catching it’s attention, but it was in vain. The thing snapped it’s head towards you three in a matter of seconds and started chasing after you three with it’s twitching body.

Joel and you ran as fast as humanly possible, trying to get away from the damned thing. You unconsciously let go of your hold of Joel’s arm when you saw him rush to kick the door in-front of you open. None of you could think about anything else than escaping as fast as possible and getting Sarah and each other safe.

You kept running as fast as you could, a few steps behind Joel and Sarah, who was being held tightly by her dad. In a matter of seconds, in which you turned your head to look at the infected behind you, you heard a loud gun shot and saw it’s body drop to the floor after it had been hit in the head by a bullet… his brain scattered all over the ground.

“It’s okay, baby. We are safe.” Was the mast thing you heard Joel tell Sarah before you turned your head to the armed soldier facing you three, your now completely into survival mode as you became aware of the hostile attitude the man held.

After that you wasted no time to hold onto Joel’s arms, your chest against his elbow while you did your best to cover Sarah’s body with your’s. You could barely hear whatever it was that Joel was telling the soldier. You ears were still ringing and you could still hear your heartbeat against your eardrums, the adrenaline of survival long from leaving you.

Then, as if second nature, you looked attentively at the man before you, he was shaken, hands gripping his arm tightly and fingers never leaving trigger while he received commands from his radio.

Suddenly you saw him raise his shotgun far too quickly for your likeness and, as if it was a mom sense thing -something you and Joel had joked long ago-, you pushed Joel’s body down the small hill with only a quick “Don’t let go of Sarah.”

You all fell down just as the soldier started shutting your way. You rolled down the hill and your body hit the ground soundly, making your already beaten up body hurt even more.

Your boyfriend and child were not too far from you as they had rolled together, for Joel hadn’t let go Sarah for an instant.

That was the last thing you noticed before you felt the agonizing pain on your side. Your skin and shirt felt wet and sticky, your mouth suddenly too dry and your body too shaky and becoming uncomfortably cold. Your vision and surroundings started to become blurry, but you swore you could faintly hear Joel and Sarah screaming, then a shotgun… Tommy, Tommy had shot the soldier.

From the corner of your eye you could see Joel approaching you, his breath in heavy pants and his face pale, while it was now Tommy who was carrying Sarah. You wanted to speak, to ask how they all where but the pain on your side was too much and your mind was too hazy, keeping you from forming any coherent words.

“No, oh no, no!” was the first thing you heard Joel say when he kneeled right next to your body “Hey, love, are you okay?” He asked while bringing his arms to turn you from your position, a sharp hiss leaving your lips at the blinding pain it caused you. You couldn’t really feel the hot tears running down your face, but you could feel Joel’s rough and warm hand cleaning them away. “Come on! Come on, love, answer me!” Came his distressed voice.

You sobbed against his chest, the realisation of what had just happened finally washing over you and making you panic at your state. “You are okay, you are okay, love” came Joel’s words, trying his best to calm you down as he brought his hand to your bleeding stomach. You shook your head, trying to push him away from you despite the agonising pain.

“Come on, let me see.” He pleaded, bringing you closer towards his trembling body while you kept trying to resist him. “I know it hurts, baby, but let me see.” Joel kept begging as you finally caved in, letting him expose the bullet wound furiously bleeding before he rushed to press his hands against it, trying to keep you from bleeding out.

“It’s okay. I know it hurts love, but you are gonna be okay!” He kept repeating while you furiously shook your head and did your best to grab onto his arm. “No.” you panted out “Joel… Joel listen to me.” You said in between cracked sobs, your mind almost blank from the pain as your body slowly gave out.

Joel’s pained eyes moved back from your wound to your face, tears streaming down his face after he heard you speak. “Baby-“ he tried to say again, but you interrupted him. “No, Joel, Joel… I’m dying here, baby, okay?” You sobbed, bringing your weak hands to hold onto his face the best that you could “Get out of here… Get Sarah out of here, baby. Joel, baby, please…” you pleaded, your body shaking as you slowly started to lose your consciousness in his arms.

“No, no! Love, please, listen to me! I gotta get you out. I gotta get you both out of here!” Joel sobbed, holding your cold body closer to his while Sarah cried on Tommy’s shoulder. “Come on, love, please…” he begged, now fully crying as he held you in his arms.

Eventually, you stopped breathing, your body falling against his as he kept rocking you while he pressed your forehead’s together. Heavy tears falling from his eyes at the look of your face and the feel of your corpse in his arms.

“Joel, we gotta leave.” Tommy rushed his brother while Sarah sobbed forcefully and gasped against him. “Man we got to go!” He explained next, finally grabbing the attention of his older brother.

Joel stood up to move towards his brother, letting go of your body, not without leaving a last kiss on your cold lips… the last kiss you two would ever share.

He walked up to his brother and daughter and took Sarah from Tommy’s arms, pressing her as close as humanly possible against him. He felt oddly empty at that moment, the fact that you had died and that he had been unable to do anything save you crushing his heart and leaving a wound on him that he would never be able to close.

“Dad…” Sarah whimpered softly, grabbing her father’s attention, how brought his forehead against hers and left out through a choked sob “It’s okay, baby… We are gonna be okay, I promise.”

And they would be okay, that much Joel knew. Because after losing you he wouldn’t allow himself to lose someone close to him ever again.

#joel miller x reader #joel x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #the last of us x reader #the last of us fic #the last of us x you #the last of us #joel miller #sarah miller #the last of us angst

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campbyler · 6 months

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Who are the Party’s acnh dreamies, and did they get them? Also, do they have Happy Home Paradise?

Completely unrelated, but I’ve had the random urge to play animal crossing all week. And I’ve felt this weird connection to Isabelle. Strange. /s

(I’m so sad that I never got to play New Leaf, but I had a DSI instead of a 3DS so I couldn’t play any of the cool games 😔)

OHHH THIS ASK IS FOR MEEEE IT’S FOR ME!!!!!

i definitely think they have all their dreamies!!! dustin absolutely makes his own amiibos so i think he helps everyone get who they want. i also think he gets involved in a lot of discords and treasure islands so even for the 8 new villagers that didn’t have amiibos at the time, he def had a billion nmt and was very lucky with villager hunting lol. in terms of who their dreamies aaarrrrreeee…

mike: lucky, ankha, wolfgang!! i think those are the only 3 he super cares about and likes to have a rotation + enjoys villager hunting. he just vibes with whoever and isn’t super picky but i think he’s attached to the 3 i picked because he had them in new leaf and they’re his Friends.

will: ruby, coco, sasha, gaston, teddy!! i know that him being bunny coded is affecting my vision but i’m correct. he lovvveeeesss bunnies and i think he’d love ruby and coco so much bc they’re cute but also a little creepy looking so he’d feel bad for them. and i think gaston is so silly looking that he is obsessed with him. teddy is bc he reminds will of a real life walter :)

max: agent s, hazel, keaton, katt, bob!! quite a few but she’s definitely super picky. i think she hardcore judges villagers for being ugly but has also decided some “ugly” ones are so ugly they’re cute (hazel and katt) and they are her ride or die’s. she didn’t seek them out they sought Her and she vibes. definitely hits villagers she hates with a net and sends them hate mail even though that increases friendship with them lol. hates sheep villagers.

el: dotty, audie, pekoe, beardo, greta, scoot, tia, faith, dobie, papi!! obviously a full list but she went through and made sure she had one of each personality type and doubled up on her fave types (normal and peppy). she is def into aesthetics but also thinks some of them are funny!! like scoot with his hat and beardo (who reminds her of hop)

lucas: benjamin, lucky, daisy, butch, shep, cherry! truthfully i think he loves dogs and would have a whole dog island. the ones listed are his absolute faves and the other spots he kind of just rotates as necessary until he finds a personality combo that he likes!!

dustin: raymond, marshal, shino, sherb, zucker, merengue, julian, judy, roald, pietro!! sorry that he is the way he is. he sells villagers on the black market and then just puts them back in his town. it’s not my fault (it is).

2 me they all share a nintendo switch online family plan, so they all technically have hhd! i think mike, dustin, and el are the only ones who actually really play it tho. el tells will he would love it and will doesn’t listen but he might suddenly have another interest in acnh and specifically hhd starting in september 2023. who knows. (i know.)

also you didn’t ask but dustin and mike time travel. sorry about it!!!!

#asks #acswy reference #bc this is important.

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innocentlymacabre · 9 months

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They were walking again. It was raining but Kavi had wanted a change of scenery – and Ravi just wanted Kavi – so they were walking again.

Ravi listened to her talk attentively. About The Midnight Library, about Camus, about the farm she worked at and the animals there she liked. Ravi happily listened to it all and related his own stories to hers, honestly surprised by the fact that he hadn’t already said something unbelievably stupid. He had no idea where this sudden stroke of luck had come from but he wasn’t going to question his newfound ability to impress this incredibly pretty girl.

They’d started the evening by going to a restaurant she’d reluctantly picked. “If you don’t like it, just lie and say that you did,” Kavi had said.

“Oh, don’t worry, I am a fantastic liar.”

“Are you really?”

“No,” Ravi immediately confessed, “I am awful.”

“Thanks for trying,” she laughed. “The effort is appreciated.”

That was the first time Ravi had heard her laugh and had instantly fallen in love with it.

“I’m sure I’ll love it,” he asserted.

He didn’t remember what he thought of the food.

He was sure it was great, but present company had been far too engaging for him to care about the plates set in front of them or the wines they had picked out. Their waitress even had to jump in and ask if they’d wanted any recommendations on what to order after they’d asked her to come back for the fourth time because they both kept forgetting to go over the menu.

They’d continued on to a bar Ravi liked where he proceeded to lose at a long, drawn-out game of pool (neither of them were very good players), underscored by conversations about dragons, comfort shows, and bad dancing. And throughout it all, one incessant thought kept surfacing in the swamp that was his brain. The exact same thought he had now.

Kiss her.

It was raining.

They were walking.

The sun had set and the moon had them awash in a silver tinge.

It was all too much for Ravi’s cheesy, sappy, gooey heart.

But he didn’t say anything. Not yet. They were having far too good a time to risk it by making the wrong move. So they kept walking.

They kept walking until they found a park with a bench and enough green around to make Kavi happy. They both simultaneously sat on the backrest instead of the actual seat and Ravi couldn’t help but notice how close they were. An errant wind could have probably pushed them close enough to touch.

Their hands gripped their bench for stability side by side and a spark flew through Ravi’s. It lit up in his palm and quickly spread through the rest, a travelling flash taking over the entire hand within moments. They were talking about Mamma Mia, Heartstopper, and tattoos, but Ravi was imagining how it would feel to hold her hand in his. The hand closest to hers had three rings, while hers was bare. He thought they might not feel too nice and considered moving them to the other hand, but didn’t want to move away from that position. What if she decided to take his hand at that moment? Moving it away might tell her he didn’t want that. No, he thought. Best to keep it where it was and risk his chances on that roll.

His fingers twitched and he found himself wanting to fiddle with his rings again – that was half the reason he wore them at all – but he resisted the urge. He wanted to keep the hand free just in case. He tuned back into the conversation and turned his head to face her, and soon forgot all about his rings while they talked some more about colours they liked, saxophones and base guitars, and flowers. He made a note to pick out some orange and purple ones for next time.

Next time.

They had already decided there was going to be a next time.

“I really want to kiss you,” Ravi muttered, his voice dropping. All semblance of suaveness he had miraculously managed to scrap together over the evening had all but evaporated and each hand was thumbing its respective rings.

Kavi kept fiddling with her cycle’s lock in a pause that felt far too long to Ravi.

He was suddenly very aware of his surroundings but found it all but impossible to take in anything except the girl he had just spent the most wonderful evening with. The light from the giant neon lettering beside them seemed to fall on Kavi and Kavi only, making her outline glow. The only sound he could hear was the pistons in her cycle lock clicking in place; the rest of the world had dulled. He was certain there had been a breeze blowing just before but even that had seemingly halted, as if to grant them this pocket of solidarity.

Finally, she looked up at Ravi with determined eyes and a slight smile. “Good,” she said, stepping a little closer. “I want to too.”

She took another step towards him and Ravi found himself mirroring her actions. She raised her arms over his shoulders and pulled him in closer, while he did the same around her waist. He noticed how different this felt to when he had hugged her earlier, but didn’t have enough time to wonder why; Kavi had already drawn his face forwards and upwards, bringing it towards hers. Their heads tilted sideways and their lips met.

And the whole world fell away.

When they stepped back into time and the world rematerialised, Ravi’s hand was in Kavi’s. She didn’t seem to mind the rings.

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lala1267 · 11 months

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Don't forget me (Part 2)

Summary: Elvis signs his first record deal.

Warnings: shouting, domestic violence.

Notes: Elvis is 17, and Rosie is 15 if u didn't know.

Just one conversation in an alleyway quickly spiralled into a strong friendship for Rosie and Elvis. They would walk to school together and walk back. They would play on the street after school. Although they were only young, she really cared for the boy. He was like her lovely life saver. If she wasn't listening to her parents screaming the house down, she was with Elvis.

1950-summer

It was a Monday. Rosie rose up from her bed before staring at the open window. The sun let beames of lights through as the morning breeze pushed the curtain aside swiftly. She looked at the small floating orbs that were visible in the sunlight. She pushed the quilt off her body before standing up slowly. She walked over to the old chipped desk. Her bare feet felt the cold wooden floor with each step she took. She sat down on the broken stool in front of it. She shifted her eyes to the mirror in front of her. She looked into her reflection with an empty look. She was suddenly broken out of her thoughts when the ear deafening screams of her parents began. She let out a long sigh before picking up the makeup brush that lay on her desk.

Once she was finished caking herself in powders and creams, she brushed her messy hair. She ran the wooden brush through her long black hair. She was truly beautiful. She glanced at herself once more before lifting her body to get dressed. She had picked out a rather cheap pink dress along with a white pair of flat shoes with pink bows neatly placed on them. A white belt hugged her thin waist perfectly. For final touches, she added a pink bow in her hair and sprayed a vanilla scented perfume. A nock sounded at the door. She quickly picked up her school bag and rushed towards the door. She quietly opened it to be met with Elvis. A smile cascaded upon her face as she met him in a big hug.

"You ready?"

Elvis asked.

"Yeah, I just need to tell my momma."

She said before stepping back into her house. She walked into the kitchen where her parents were. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw the gruesome scene that invaded her vision. Her heart sank into a dark pit in her stomach as she attempted to process everything. Her breath was snatched from her as her ability to move was also robbed. She was frozen. Her mothers face was bruised and bloody as her father looked to Rosie with remorseful eyes. Rosie looked to the floor that was splattered with dark red blood.

"Baby, it's ok. Everything is all right."

Her father said desperately as he attempted to bring her into a hug. His bloody nuckles stained the pink fabric of her dress slightly.

"Get away from me!"

She screamed as she pushed her father aggressively. Her fathers eyes filled with water as her mother hunched over the sink, covering her bloody face. Rosie sprinted towards the door where Elvis stood. She rushed to her front porch before slamming the door harshly. Elvis looked at her with a worried expression.

"Are ya ok, I heard ya screa-"

"I'm fine."

She said with her shaky breath.

"Are ya sure? You don't look too good."

Elvis said as he held her with his arm. He looked into her eyes, searching for the problem. She instantly broke down into tears. She sobbed into his chest as her mascara ran down her face. She calmed herself down before looking up to lock eyes with Elvis.

"Talk to me."

Elvis said as he tucked a hair behind her ear.

"It's j-just that, i-im having a bad day. That's all."

She said as she held onto his hand.

"Let's just go to school."

She urged Elvis. He didn't question her any further because he already knew what was going on. He had heard all of the endless nights that her parents would fight and punch like animals. He had heard Rosie's crys that echoed throughout the moonlit street. He knew.

The rest of the day, she spent in silence. She walked through the school halls with a frown on her face as she stayed in the shadows. Elvis would constantly try to talk to her, but she would just reply with,

"Mhmm."

As the school bell rang, Rosie and Elvis met in the hallway.

"Oh, my Rosie, you know I hate it when you're sad."

Elvis said as he held onto her frame. His hands stroked her arms before one of them moved up to her face to cup her cheek. He carresed her face.

"I'm alright, Elvis, just... tired."

She said quietly as she avoided eye contact with him. Without warning, Elvis leaned down and inched closer until his lips met with hers. He pulled away.

"You know I love you."

Elvis said as he met eyes with hers. Finally, a smile broke her sadness. Her smile lit up Elvis's day.

"I love you too."

She said with a slight giggle.

"You're perfect. Just don't ruin it by being sad. If ya spent too much time being sad, then you will pass away with no memories, life's too short, sunshine."

He said before he pulled her into a tight hug. Elvis loved her so much. It was like life without his Rosie had no meaning. Like the seasons, he would fall for her. She would be on his mind all day and every day. He was deep in love.

2 years later

Elvis sat on his porch, strumming the long strings of his brand new guitar that he had received for his birthday. He opened his mouth to sing a sweet song with the birds that decorated the blue sky. The sunlight hit his blue eyes that locked with Rosie's. Rosie walked over to him, her godly hair blew behind her in the wind as her short dress hiked up to her soft thighs. A smile appeared on her face as she saw Elvis. Her eyes filled with lust before sitting down next to him on the brown wood.

"Happy seventeenth!"

She exclaimed cheerfully before wrapping her arms around him. He placed his guitar down and hugged her back. She pulled away to look at his pretty face. Her eyes wandered towards the guitar, resting on the wooden porch.

"You got a guitar for your birthday? Play something for me."

She said as the happy smile remained on her face.

"Do I have to?"

Elvis groaned.

"Uhm...yes!"

She said whilst laughter escaped her cherry red lips. Elvis picked the guitar up and placed it in his lap once again. He took a deep breath before he bagan to strum a soft melody on the strings.

"Are you gonna sing?"

She asked as her eyes widened.

"I've never sang before."

"Don't lie. The boy who taught me how to dance in an alleyway has never sang before? Don't be silly, c'mon, sing."

See said as she nudged him slightly. He rolled his big eyes before he opened his mouth to let out a sweet melody. Rosie never knew that he could sing this good. He was practically star worthy. Rosie joined him in his song. She added a sweetness to the song as Elvis added spice. It was the perfect duo. Rosie swayed side to side whilst clicking her fingers. She stood up. She looked down at Elvis, who was still vibing with his guitar. She moved her head swiftly to tell him to stand up. So he did. Rosie began to spin around like a beauty queen as her dress spralled out around her like a flower. Elvis watched in awe before he began to move like a mad man. His hips jolted from side to side as his arms accessorised his moves. Rosie felt a flush of heat rise over her. Her face lit up pink as she covered her cheeky smile with a hand. She looked up at his sexy eyes that shot her down. She felt a feeling that she had never felt in her life. She was confused yet satisfied. She pathetically tried to keep up with his moves, but she was too far gone. She had to release her arousal. She locked eyes with him. She suddenly cupped his face before pressing her lips onto his. Their tongues danced as their hands wandered over eachover. Elvis pulled away after a while with a large grin on his flushed face.

"What was that for?"

He asked whilst laughing.

"You gotta keep those moves for the bedroom. You will have girls ripping ya clothes off!"

She said with a look of awe across her face. Elvis raised a brow at her.

"Your movements. They are sexy, Elvis."

She said to get it into his brain.

"But that's just how I dance. I can't help it."

He said.

"Was my singing good, though?"

Her eyes widened as her jaw dropped.

"Good!? It was amazing!"

She exclaimed. A smile rose over his face as he brought his hand to the back of his neck.

"No, I'm serious, Elvis. You need to start making music or something. I'm telling ya, you will be making hundred dollar bills in no time."

She said as a seriousness shifted her energy.

"I don't know how to make my own music, though?"

"Well, let's go to the record store tomorrow after school. We can ask the people who work there if they know."

Elvis cheerfully nodded.

The following day

They walked down the sunlit sidewalk towards the local records store. Their hands had found themselves to be interlocked. They were both deeply in love but too afraid to admit it. They walked towards the door when Elvis stepped in front of Rosie to pull the door open. She gave him a thankful smile before entering. Their mouths gawped in awe. Colourful vinyls hung from the painted walls along with instruments. Albums piled on top of eachover in each Isle. Many different magazines of top musicians were stocked neatly on shelves. The smell of oak invaded their noses as the floating orbs became visible in the sunrays. The floors were made from strong wood, and the shelves were glazed in honey brown wax. It felt comfortable in a way. Rosie stepped forward to examine the hundreds of instruments. She strummed the guitars and hit the drums like they were hers. Elvis giggled at her immaturity. He stepped towards her.

"C'mon, we need to ask him about making music, remember?"

She turned to look into his eyes that stared down at her.

"Oh yeah, I was just looking."

She said before following him to the counter where the cahsier waited. Rosie stood in silence whilst Elvis spoke.

"Hiya, sir. Could you help me with something?"

"Happy to help."

The cashier said with a smile.

"Well, I want to start making music, but I don't know where to start. Do you have any advice?"

Elvis asked politely. The cashier paused for a moment before speaking.

"Do you want to be a downtown musician or a global star?"

He asked as he looked into Elvis's soul. Elvis stood there in silence as he processed his question. Rosie nudged him with her elbow to break his silence.

"Oh, uhm, I wanna be a star, sir."

Elvis said awkwardly. The cashier rested his hands on the wooden counter that separated him and Elvis.

"Are you sure, lil' boy?"

"Y-yes."

The cashier nodded before walking into the back of the stoor. Elvis and Rosie stood in confusion as they waited for his return. He walked back out with a pen and a small piece of paper. He wrote down a series of numbers before handing it over to Elvis.

"I know someone who will make ya a star. Just call this number, and then you will be signing record deals and getting money in no time."

Elvis analysed the paper that lay in his palm. A smile lit up his face as he looked back up to the cashier.

"Thank you, sir."

He said cheerfully before walking towards the door. They stopped in their tracks when the cashier called.

"Hey."

They both turned to look at him. He pointed a finger at Rosie.

"Lil girl, take care of him so that the fame doesn't get to his head."

He said with a serious look. Rosie nodded before they both continued to walk out of the door. The breeze hit them as they stepped onto the pavement. Rosie turned to Elvis and held his hands.

"He said 'fame', that means that you're gonna be famous!"

She said cheerfully as she jumped up and down. Elvis giggled.

"Don't get your hopes to high honey."

He held onto her waist before they both walked home.

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Elvis kicked off his shoes, and so did Rosie.

"Momma, Rosie is here!"

Elvis shouted at the bottom of the staircase.

"Ok honey!"

Rosie smiled slightly at the thought of having loving parents. Unfortunately, she was stuck in an endless cycle of fighting and arguing. They both rushed to the telephone. Elvis quickly dialled the number that was written on the crinkled paper. He twisted the spiralled telephone cord around his finger as he waited for a voice to sound from the other line. His face lit up as he began to speak.

"Uh huh, yeah, alright, thanks."

He said before placing the phone back down. Rosie looked up at him with puppy eyes.

"So?"

"I need to go to his recording studio this Friday. He said that he wants to hear me sing and if I'm good he will consider working with me."

"Oh my gosh! That's amazing, Elvis."

She said as she hugged him tightly. Elvis pulled away slightly to look down at her.

"Do you wanna come with me?"

"Obviously, I can't wait!"

She stated cheerfully as she looked back into his gaze that was filled with pure lust and compassion.

The following Friday

Elvis and Rosie walked into the city centre. Bright lights and busy streets fulfilled the atmosphere. Elvis's hands wrapped around Rosie's as his brand new guitar hung on his shoulder by the patterned strap. Whilst Rosie's excitement was building, Elvis's anxiety also grew. Before they knew it, they stood in front of the studio. A large sign hung above the grand door, it read,

"The Studio

where real stars are born

By Colonel Tom Parker."

Elvis's eyes sparkled at the sight. He turned to Rosie and flashed her a slight smile before pushing the door open. A high-pitched bell rang as they entered. The room seemed to be empty. Elvis's eyes wandered around the fancy room that was filled with expensive decor. Pictures of great musicians hung from the walls. His eyes shifted to the man that suddenly emerged into the room. A cigar rested between the man's lips as his round belly stuck out. His clothes seemed smart, but his face seemed grumpy. The man's face lit up when he saw Elvis and Rosie standing as if they were lost.

"Oh, hello! You must be the boy that wanted to make music."

He stated as his thick foreign accent cascaded the atmosphere. Elvis nodded shyly.

"Well, what are you waiting for. Let's get to work!"

The man said as he escorted the both of them into another room. It was a recording booth. It was a small room filled with lots of control devices. Elvis and Rosie sat on the two seats that were available as the man sat in front of them. Elvis placed his guitar on his lap.

"You want to become a musician, is that right?"

The man said.

"Y-yes, sir."

Elvis replied.

"Ok, I am going to have to see you in live action. Just, ehh, stand up in front of de microphone and take it away."

The man said as he ushered Elvis to stand up. Elvis nervously stood in front of the microphone that hung in front of his lips. He took a deep breath in as his fingers interlocked with eachover. He began to sing a sweet tune quietly. He nervously looked around the room until he locked eyes with Rosie. She had a look of disapproval written on her pretty face. She mouthed the words,

"Show him what you have in ya."

Elvis nodded as he unleashed his true talent. His voice raised as his legs and hips jolted. His fingers clicked whilst his voice box vibrated. He seemed to have turned from a shy, pathetic boy into a god. His alluring eyes wandered around the small room as his voice only grew. The Colonel's face dropped as his ears were invaded with Elvis's cascading voice. A wide smile played across his face as Elvis finished his mini performance. Elvis looked to the floor as he awaited the Colonel's response.

"You're not a star. You're more than a star. We can sign a contract for you right now."

"Really?"

Elvis said as his eyes widened in suprise. A smile casted on Rosie's face. The Colonel stood from his chair and walked over to a desk that was hidden in the corner of the room. He pulled a confidential paper from a pile. He handed it over to Elvis, who was still in a state of shock.

"Just sign it, and then we can bring people to record your first song. But this will take some time because recording songs isn't easy. But I can bet you in a year or so, you will be singing on a big stage, my boy."

He patted Elvis's shoulder before handing him a pen. Elvis quickly read through the paper before signing.

"Thank you, sir!"

Elvis said wide eyed.

"Oh please, call me Colonel."

He said as he took the paper from Elvis.

Elvis was born to be a star. There was no denying it.

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worldenough-and-time · 6 months

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Sunday Snippet

Thanks @lynxindisguise for the tag! Still slow going on True Blue and nothing new for the vamp fic yet, so here’s another scene from the year four outline. It’s one of the first things I wrote for Thre Blue way back at the beginning of the year! I’m not entirely sure when/if it will make it into the story now that the outline has fleshed out a bit, but I still think it’s really cute!

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There were moments when Sirius saw the wolf in her.

The wolf lived in Remy’s cunning smile when she’d devised some grand plan for a prank, and was eager to share it.

The wolf danced in the determined ecstasy of Remy’s eyes as they fled through the halls from the consequences of their actions.

There was a flash of animal longing in the tap of her foot, the set of her brow, during a particularly dull lecture.

Sirius saw the wolf in Remy’s stance when Snape and his ilk approached. Just one step ahead, one length in front of her friends at her back.

The wolf slept in the stillness of Remy’s afternoon nap, passed out in Sirius’s bed after hours of listening to records or reading together. Sirius had spent a great deal of time staring at that stillness, holding her breath for fear of waking her.

And her rage. The wolf roiled in the rage that Sirius knew was lurking just beneath Remy’s composure. Sirius felt the keen urge to tempt her ire just for a glimpse of it, like she did when they play-fought in the shack, her dog nipping at the wolf's neck, determined to get her full attention.

She supposed she’d always done that. Found inelegant, desperate ways to get under Remy’s skin. Even before she knew what creature she’d find beneath.

She was up to this trick one sunny afternoon when they sat together in the astronomy tower, studying. Well, Remy was studying. Sirius was folding half a ream of parchment into tiny, three dimensional stars, and enchanting them to swirl like the heavens above her head.

“Think fast!” Sirius said, as she sent one star zipping toward Remy’s forehead. It hit its mark with a satisfying tck.

Remy gave her a withering look. She picked up the now dented bit of parchment and rolled it between her fingers with a frown. “What’s this, then?”

“Shooting star.”

Remy smirked and narrowed her eyes in Sirius's direction. “You think you're being funny?”

And then suddenly, that strange doubling. Girl and creature, layered over one another. I know you. Both of you. All of you, now.

Sirius couldn’t see it as a curse. At that moment, it was just magic.

Magic, the way the sun played on the curve of Remy’s cheek, on the veins of her forearms, on her long, scarred fingers. The look on her face, studying the star she rolled slowly between her fingers. The knot of her brow and the wolf in her eyes, discerning, annoyed, amused. Magic.

Sirius wasn’t finished yet. She whispered a spell under her breath and conjured a small light at the center of the star. Remy’s eyes widened and a rouge, delighted gasp escaped from her lips as the star leapt from her palm and danced around her head.

I’ll do anything, Sirius thought. Anything to keep stars in your eyes when you look at me.

And she admitted something to herself, then. Something that had been building for a while, brighter and faster until it shot through her with diamond clarity.

Sirius had never been any good at wanting the things she was supposed to. She would always want the bright faraway thing, dangerously alive and impossible to hold in her hands.

Remy’s wonder melted into a smirk, and she casually flicked the glowing star back towards Sirius face. Sirius made no effort to stop it, instead taking the gentle hit and collapsing dramatically onto her back, closing her eyes and breathing in Remy’s laughter.

She was soaring with elation, and stupid from terror, and in love, in love, in love.

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No pressure tags for @maliceofminds @spindrifters @sommerregenjuniluft @capacity-for-wonder

#wolfstar #wolfstar fic #lesbian wolfstar #marauders #sapphic wolfstar

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“But that’s not what you’re thinking about, is it?” (4/5)

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It hadn’t been that long ago to Link, but to anyone else, one look at his new body would say differently. “While it doesn’t excuse his treatment of you, some people find that their relationships with people and animals are vastly different—and some people change completely after finding companionship. Perhaps, if another kitten had wandered into Kokiri Forest one day and Mido found it, he would have cared for that creature far more than he had ever cared for anything else in his life.”

They paused for a moment, letting the words sink into Link’s head before they turned back to Link. He swallowed.

“But that’s not what you’re thinking about, is it?”

Link turned away, frowning as he picked one hand back up to fuss with his hair. Sheik really knew everything—nothing could escape their keen eyes. He supposed it was meant to be that way.

“... no,” He admitted, “But do I have to talk about it?”

Silence. Then Sheik’s clothes rustled a bit, and suddenly, a kitten was held in front of his face.

“Hold it like this,” Sheik instructed, on their knees beside him now. They moved so quick—or maybe he had gotten lost in thought faster than he thought. Link quickly got more comfortable, freeing both of his hands, before copying the way Sheik held the kitten. Moments later, before he felt ready, Sheik deposited the kitten into his arms, and his entire world froze.

Sheik was right—the feeling he had with the kitten now was entirely unlike anything he had ever felt for another human. Just holding it in his arms—so fragile and innocent—was like holding a cloud that had never rained, yet boasted the strength to hold one end of a rainbow. Happiness filled his chest, as did what almost felt like an animalistic urge to protect it.

“This kitten is very much like you,” Sheik said, sitting back down. Link spared them a glance. “It is very young, and has been detached from the only family it has ever known. Whether she left, was abandoned, or lost, we know not; what we do know is that she will spend the rest of her childhood scavenging, to prepare for an unknown future.”

Link gazed down at the little creature, his heart constricting in his chest. Was there no way to prevent it from a future like his own? Sure, it didn’t have to wield the Master Sword or defeat forces of evil older than Hyrule itself—but if Link had the chance to spare anything from Hell like his own life had become, he would take it in a heartbeat.

“No, Link.”

Had he been talking out loud, or was the Sheikah truly a mind reader?

“What?” He asked as innocently as he could—which, looking back, was the least innocent thing he could have done. Sheik looked very unconvinced.

“You’re a seventeen-year-old with no house, stuck in the middle of the greatest war Hyrule has seen in centuries. You neither have the space nor the time to take care of a pet, whose ability to communicate with you is nonexistent. No.”

“What about Epona? She can’t talk, either.”

Sheik glanced up at the horse in question, unimpressed. “Epona is your transportation, Hero. That cat, like it or not, would entirely depend on you, with no services to return.”

“But I can’t just leave her here… she’s just a baby!”

For a moment—just one split frame in time—Link saw Sheik’s eyes flicker over to the kitten as its chest rumbled in Link’s arms. While Link knew it wasn’t enough to convince them, it would at least give him a chance to—

“Fine.”

Link’s jaw dropped to the dirt beneath him—but as soon as Sheik raised their eyebrow, he snapped his mouth shut. Then he opened it again, unable to resist—closed it—and shook his head wildly at the reality of it all. “Come again?”

Sheik rolled their eyes, though it was clearly more in amusement than annoyance. Thank Hylia for that. “She will remain in my care as long as she has no family,” they said, vermillion eyes settling on the creature once more before pulling away. “Once this war is complete, and you have an actual home… then you may have her. Until then, say your goodbyes; if her mother still lives and roams nearby, this will be the last you see of her.” Then they glanced up at the sky, and Link did so as well. The sun was peeking out between the leaves from a more direct approach above—nearly midday, but not quite. “... I suggest you make it quick. Noon approaches, and you have places to be.”

Right; he was on his way to his next temple, and had almost forgotten thanks to Sheik nursing his wounds. It was easy to forget about the passage of time around his guide—but at least it shed a different light on Sheik’s favorite quote.

The flow of time is always cruel.

Just like it was in that moment. Link pet at the kitten’s head a little longer, using his nail to ever so slightly scratch at its head; but at the sight of her closing her eyes at the touch, Link knew he had to let go while his heart still could. Carefully, he adjusted his hold on her and handed her back to Sheik, who had already stood at some point. Then, with a sigh, he braced his arms and pushed himself to his feet, cringing at the pain stemming from his leg. Sheik didn’t move, which indicated to Link that he would be fine as long as he did nothing reckless.

“When’s the next time I’ll get to see you?” He asked, unfolding his hat. Navi flew into the cone shaped fabric before he tugged it firmly onto his head, fastening the pins just in case. Usually he didn’t, but with an injured leg, he couldn’t afford it slipping off his head.

“I will await your arrival,” Sheik responded simply. Link just nodded—there was no point asking Sheik questions of when, how, where. He would find Sheik just as he always had, waiting for him with their harp in their hands and a kind look in their eyes.

“Okay,” He breathed, sighing slightly. For a moment, he considered saying goodbye, but that word had become painful over time; so he just smiled at the blonde before turning away.

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acourtofsnakes · 2 years

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Darkness At The Heart Of My Love, Chapter 2 | Kas!Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Summary: Eddie struggles with a new discovery, torn between the urges of the heart, and the urges of his body.

Warnings: 18+ for blood, mild gore/animal death, feelings of hopelessness, and desperation, swearing, biting, fangs, anxiety, lil bit of blood drinking, female reader, possible season 5 theory spoilers? Kissing, make-outs - let me know if i forgot anything!!

Words: 13k+ - she's a long one

Taglist: @greeneyedblondie44 @mamacitapascal @mypedrom @undiscovered-misunderstood @kaylee-krystal @theshireisburning-so-mordoritis @queenofthefaceless @gallowsjoker @kirsteng42 @rosiefridayrogersunday @salome-c @amywritesthings @meganlpie @sgt-morgan @starryeyedstories @pumpkin-stars

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Chapter song: Darkness At The Heart Of My Love - Ghost

*~”When the summer dies

Severing the ties

I'm with you always, always”~*

Eddie Munson was no stranger to pain.

It had been a companion since he was a child, when his father’s fists would rain down on him, punctuated by vile words that wormed under his skin and stayed hooked in the back of his mind forever.

He knew many kinds of pain.

The verbal pain from that man who was supposed to protect him, the sniggered remarks and disgusted comments by the other kids that he walked past in the hallways.

“Look at him. Eddie the freak.”

“Is it true that he has a cult? Who’d wanna follow him? Weirdos, that’s who. Maybe they’re only there for the drugs.”

There were the other kinds of physical pain, at the hands of his classmates as they cornered him after school. He’d long since given up fighting back, realising quickly if he gave in, they’d eventually get bored and leave him there. He could pick himself up, limp home and get rid of the blood before it stained his beloved jacket, and his uncle could question it.

But this was… different.

This was pain mixed with terror, mixed with longing and the petrifying realisation that this was it. The end. This wasn’t a critical hit that meant you were gone just for the campaign, this was final.

The agonising bites of those foul bats, the stench of their breath as they swarmed him… but it was okay, because he was doing his job. Right?

He was being the distraction. He was drawing them away so they wouldn’t come for you all. Just as he was meant to.

Eddie the Banished wasn’t retreating. He ran to the danger and… Was he finally a hero? He hoped he was.

He pretended not to care that he was seen as someone who ran, that it didn’t bother him but… not so deep down, he just wanted to be seen as something good for once.

Someone worth remembering.

So this pain, he could deal with. He was already starting to go numb anyway.

But then he heard footsteps.

Then he heard voices screaming his name.

Dustin’s voice.

Your voice.

He’d been too weak to be able to lift his head, his body burning like he’d been doused in kerosene, but at the same time he felt so cold. And it was agonising because he wanted to see you, to comfort you, to tell you it was okay and that he’d saved you.

And you’d promised, you’d promised you wouldn’t come back for him, that you’d get yourself safe.

But… God, he knew. He knew you wouldn’t keep it and selfishly, cruelly... He hoped you wouldn’t.

And that was the vilest thing he’d ever thought, but Eddie was selfish when it came to you. He would do anything for you, no matter the consequences and he didn’t want to leave this world without you at his side. He didn’t want to leave you alone, like he always had been.

Then you were suddenly at his side, your hands frantically pushing at his clothes, his skin, icy cold fingers pushing at his neck, and he heard your broken sob when his heart flickered only weakly in response.

The blurriness cleared from his vision, granting him the sight of your beautiful, precious face twisted on terror and agony.

Your eyes held the vicious truth that not everyone was making it out of here.

That he’d broken his promise to never leave your side and to always be there to make you smile.

And then he was fucking terrified, and it hurt like nothing else he’d ever felt before.

Eddie Munson was going to break his promise and tear your heart out in the process.

He was hurting you, and he swore he would never do that. Never be his father, never be like those vile exes you’d been with.

And here he was, fucking up again.

Not to mention how the tears on your face sharpened his mind with a sickening clarity that left his rasping lungs even more breathless - he was going to die.

He was going to die and he didn’t want to.

Maybe he had before, maybe there was a time where this would have been a welcome reprieve, an escape from pretending nothing got to him but then he’d met you and that had all changed.

Now Eddie wanted that future he’d never thought he’d get. He wanted late night movie marathons and scaring each other with Ghostface masks.

He wanted sleepy mornings where neither of you wanted to get out of bed and instead stayed there all day.

He wanted to get down on one knee, propose with a ring he couldn’t afford but you deserved, and he wanted to make you happy.

He wanted to be happy.

He wanted to learn you, more than he already knew, the little quirks you’d develop, and he’d adore with every year that went by.

Eddie wanted a future with you, the one person he loved more than anything in this planet, in this universe… and he wasn’t going to get it.

He was going to leave you, alone, scared, grieving… And he wasn’t going to be there to comfort you.

And that hurt more than his torn flesh, his broken bones and the promises bleeding out of his body, through your fingers and onto dusty floor.

“Don’t you dare leave me, Eddie. I won’t let you.” Your hands clung to him, cradling his head in your arms as Dustin’s face swam into view on his other side, supporting his body too.

He wouldn’t get to tell you every day how much he loved you and watch your eyes soften, that soft, beautiful colour rise on your cheeks like it was the first time he uttered those words even though it was more like the millionth.

Yet the thought of you mourning him, of plunging into darkness and being swallowed whole… Fuck, that hurt more than the gouges on his body, the blood and life seeping out of him. You burned so brightly, so fiercely and he couldn’t bear the idea of that light going out.

He wanted you to be happy. And he wouldn’t be able to give you that gift himself, but he wanted it for you all the same.

Eddie tried to lift a hand to your face, but he couldn’t seem to get his limbs to work. They wouldn’t respond, just numb fire attached to his body. But somehow, he could reach your hand, through sheer force of will he moved his own a few inches across his torso - it petrified him that the blood helped that action, “Don’t lose yourself for me, sweetheart. Don’t throw your life away for me. Remember that I love you, fuck, I love you so much and I won’t ever forget any of this, from the moment I met you and you made me realise the real world wasn’t so shitty. Remember that, and promise me that you’ll try and be happy, that you’ll live all those dreams we talked about.”

He watched as the realisation bloomed in your eyes, the knowledge that out of the three of you here, only two would make it back alive. Then he watched as sheer stubbornness and refusal tightened your features, tears flooding your skin, “Eddie…” You parted your lips, the lips he’d kissed and caressed and dreamt about so many times.

He blinked rapidly, tears spilling from his own eyes and doing nothing to help the blurriness rapidly filling his vision, the shadowy darkness lingering at the edges. He could feel every struggling beat of his heart, like a ticking countdown in his chest.

But he didn’t want to scare you, not any more than you already were, so he merely gripped your hand as tight as he possibly could, knowing he was coating your fingers in blood, but this was important. He had to know you’d be okay eventually, that you’d find happiness somewhere at least. “Please, sweetheart…”

The devastation shattered over your face, and he saw the cracks beginning to form already, almost swore he heard your heart break as his own slowed to a near crawl, “Okay, I promise.” A sob broke your throat, fresh tears flossing your cheeks and you gripped him tighter to your body, Dustin pressed close to your side to help support him.

He turned his gaze to Dustin now, the boys’ wild curls a blurring mass against the dark sky, “I love you, man.” The kid had to know that, how much he meant to Eddie, the fact he was the only other person, aside from you, who saw him as… Eddie. Not the Freak. Not the weirdo, or the murderer. Eddie.

Dustin sobbed too, his face all torn up in grief, eyes shining with the force of his tears, and he tried a smile, “I love you too.” His boyish face seemed so young, so lost and it killed Eddie to see him like that, to know he was the reason why.

Eddie looked between his eyes, well, where he thought Dustin’s eyes were. “You gotta take care of all those lost sheep, okay? They need you now.” He nodded once to Dustin… or maybe he just thought he did. He couldn’t really feel his body anymore.

When Dustin nodded quickly in response, too overcome to speak, Eddie finally looked back at you. And Eddie didn’t believe in angels, but the second his eyes landed on you, the blurriness cleared. The scarlet lightning merely framed you like a halo, the blood and dirt on your face merely marking you as his warrior, his fierce soulmate who would - and had - literally fought through Hell to get to the people she loved.

Even the tears streaming from his eyes couldn’t disturb the clarity of you, and it was a sight that bought him peace.

He summoned one final ounce of strength, one final strong pulse of his heart to push his guitar pick into your hand, curling your bloody fingers around it, “Take care of my sweetheart, sweetheart. She’s yours now. I love you, more than anything. Thank you for making me feel like a hero. Your hero.” He gave you one final smile, eyes locked on yours before someone cut that cord and darkness plunged down. His body fell through time and space, dragging his consciousness down too and his hand slipped from yours. That manic, vibrant energy he crackled with had finally gone out.

Eddie Munson was gone.

*~”Will you walk the line?

My path serpentine

Remember always

That love is all you need

Tell me who you wanna be

And I will set you free”~*

Eddie Munson was gone… Except that then he wasn’t.

At least he didn’t think he was.

Because the last thing he expected when the world faded to black, was to wake up in the Upside Down, kneeling in a pool of blood that was rapidly growing with every second.

Except that it wasn’t his blood.

No, it was the thick, black blood of the bat squealing in his hands, it’s dying cries getting weaker and weaker by the second as Eddie’s fangs drained the life from him, like some sick reversal of what had previously happened.

Wait, fangs?!

He dropped the bat, scrambling backwards in the dirt and his stomach roiled, raging like a storm and then he was heaving, pints of that tainted blood spilling from his lips as his mind rejected what his body craved.

Panic flooded every sense, raging loud in his ears, ears which he was certain could hear the squelching ripple of vines far away, permeating his nose with the rotten stench of the place and the even more pungent smell of the bat.

He could feel thick blood coating his hands, ducking his head to look but the world swirled under and over him, that simple movement sending shockwaves through his head, and he collapsed sideways without being able to stop it.

Everything was dialled up to a million, the dim light hammering into his eyes, too many sounds, like his own breathing and his own heart too loud in his ears. He clutched his head, smearing blood all over himself but he didn’t care, couldn’t care because he had no idea what was happening to him.

He was dead. He was supposed to be gone. So how was he back?

Did he seriously manage to fuck up again? He couldn’t even do this right?

It took Eddie a moment to realise the fresh heat on his cheeks came from the tears streaming from his eyes, relentless as he curled into a tighter balm despite the bone deep ache in every part of his body.

His stomach hurt, and his legs… God, his legs were in pure agony.

And his throat, it felt like someone had doused it in kerosene and lit a match. It burned, feeling drier than that time he’d gotten way too high, fallen asleep without drinking anything, and woke up with his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth.

But you’d been there, emerging from where Wayne had let you in with the biggest glass of water, painkillers and the Lord of The Rings to read to him whilst you nursed him back to health, your hand weaving through his curls and gently rubbing away the headache.

You always took care, even when you were hungover yourself. You’d just curl up together until you felt human enough to find food.

A different kind of pain splintered his chest this time as he remembered your face, how utterly broken you’d looked the last time he’d been coherent. How broken.

He’d done that to you. Made you hurt like that, breaking the promise he made when you first got together.

Guilt plunged through the fear and panic in his mind, choking him and turning the iron taste of blood into something metallic, something horrible.

He whimpered, curling in deeper on himself and he bit at his lower lip, a habit he’d always adopted to bring himself out of bad memories, the pain clearing his mind.

Except where he was usually met with the blunt drag of his teeth, he was now met with a sharp sting and blood. His blood this time.

Impossible… right?

Eddie lifted a shaking hand from his head, slowly bringing it to his mouth and he hesitated for a second, before gently probing his teeth with his thumb.

Yep.

There they were.

Fangs.

Fucking fangs.

What in the Jesus H Christ was going on? He was a vampire? Vampires didn’t exist. Vampires were a fairy-tale, mixed in with horror films and D&D, they didn’t appear in real life.

Eddie blinked a few times, staring unseeingly at the sideways wasteland around him, continually prodding his teeth with his thumb, trying to make sense of this change, this perversion of himself.

Because, despite the utter wrongness of this whole thing, that voice in the back of his head was challenging him.

Why couldn’t they be real?

Vecna was real for God’s sake. The Upside Down was a whole ugly thing, there were vampire bats, so why couldn’t there be actual vampires?

And of course it would happen to him.

Eddie laughed coldly, his throat wrecked and dry, those tears falling harder at the bitter irony of it all. As if he weren’t a freak enough already. Now he had to go and become a vampire.

He couldn’t even die right.

What the fuck was he supposed to do now?

He answered that for himself, merely curling up tighter into a ball and letting the barrage of thoughts and emotion wash over him, too tired and too sick of himself to even get up.

So he didn’t.

It was thirst that eventually drove Eddie to his feet days later. At least he thought it might have been days. It could have been hours. He really didn’t know… Or care.

Like he was at the mercy of a puppet masters hands, he was dragged out of his defensive position, body screaming in agony, and he began stumbling through the ruined version of home, driven by the horrendous searing burn in his throat.

He didn’t want to do this.

He didn’t want to have to sink his fangs into another living things body and drain it dry. The whole concept of it was just so fucked up, so wrong and he still couldn’t wrap his head around it.

But that was a train of thought he couldn’t go down, because if he did, he would end up on the floor again.

Or driving a stake through his heart. If that even worked.

Eddie shook his head, his curls all tangled and matted with blood and who knows what else. He wrapped his arms around himself, as tight as he could as he wandered into the main part of town, the buildings still just as desolate and terrifying as always.

In a way, he supposed it was ironic that he had been banished to the fucked-up, alternate dimension of his own home. Away from his friends, from his uncle, from the girl he loved more than anything…

He really had tried, to change the way people thought about him. To help them see that he wasn’t this scary, rough metalhead with a drug addiction that ran a cult.

Sure, he was never going to change the rumour-mill of a high school in a small town but his whole life, he’d just wanted friends. Friends who loved him, who appreciated his quirks and his interests and accepted him for every part of himself, even the fucked-up bits. And he’d finally got that. He had a group of friends that loved him.

And this place, that monster had taken it from him once again.

Suddenly, there was a shift in the air. A change in the stale atmosphere he could breathe in all too easily now. He wasn’t sure how to describe the change, just that there was a sudden heat in the air, a heady aroma of something that fuelled the ache in his throat and made his teeth prickle.

And Eddie might have been a newly fledged bloodsucker, but even he knew what that meant.

Blood. There was fresh blood somewhere in this dead wasteland.

But that should be impossible. There shouldn’t be any fresh blood in the Upside Down.

Some kind of instinct took over, and his feet were carrying him further down the street, silently and smooth, far more evenly paced than he usually walked. He blended in with the shadows, slinking through them like a phantom, around corners and houses that he was so familiar with despite the fact they were dark reflection of above, until he heard footsteps crunching on gravel.

The dead air was suddenly filled with the soft scent of apple and cedarwood, warm and comforting.

A scent he didn’t realise he was that so familiar with until now, one that reminded him of funfairs and summer nights.

A flash of carefully styled brunette hair that glinted gold beneath the red lightning, a slightly dirty yellow sweater which shone like a small beacon in the dark, faded jeans and familiar white trainers with red ticks.

Harrington?

Steve Harrington was in the Upside Down.

Eddie froze, hidden behind the broad trunk of an oak tree, eyes easily tracking Steve in the gloom as he carefully walked down the street, head sweeping from side to side like he was looking for someone.

Were you here…?

Hope flooded his system, battling the bloodlust for a moment and he nearly plunged headlong across the dead grass to shake Steve’s shoulders and ask if you were behind him, to see you emerging from some corner with that determined expression that always softened whenever you looked at him.

Eddie took a step out of the tree, his feet crunching on the bracken and sounding way too loud in the graveyard of the town.

Steve’s head snapped in Eddie’s direction, hand flexing around the beloved bat grasped at his side and he raised it slightly, defensively. “Who’s there?” His voice was hard and unwavering, as always when facing danger. He might have been scared internally, but he never backed down.

Eddie had heard all about how Steve saved the kids from the Russians, the way he’d battled the Demogorgon with no hesitation, always willing to throw his own life on the line, just to save his friends.

It was something you and Steve shared. And it was something Eddie loved and admired in the pair of you.

Eddie was a single step away from stepping out of the tree, of running to his friend and near sobbing in relief that he wasn’t alone anymore, when his jaw twinged painfully, a sharp ache bursting through his skull and then he tasted blood on his lower lip.

Every sense magnified even more, trebling in strength so all he could hear was the frantic thump-thump-thump of Steve’s heart.

The barest of dry breezes shifted, like a cruel act of fate and that apple and cedarwood scent was suddenly permeated with the rich, irony scent of blood.

Steve’s blood.

It was Steve’s blood lengthening Eddie’s fangs, the beat of his heart making his throat ache for hot, fresh blood to quench it.

His friend.

He was thinking about hurting his friend, of sinking his fangs right where Steve’s heart pounded strong and sure, of swallowing mouthfuls and mouthfuls of blood. Blood that some instinct told him would taste like those summer evenings and candyfloss, like the balmy air that caressed your skin when you stepped outside.

This was Steve, and Eddie was thinking about eating him.

Disgust mingled with the hunger, the starvation, and he stumbled backwards, shrinking into the shadows as if the shroud of darkness might dampen this insane hunger.

It did little of the sort, but the distance was a good thing, and maybe he needed more of it, even if they idea pained him.

Because he knew, if he walked out there, if he explained what was happening… Steve would let him. He would let Eddie take that blood, and then he would bring him home, to you.

But if he did, he wouldn’t stop.

Meanwhile, Steve had been scanning his surroundings, evidently not spotting Eddie and he dropped the bat with a sigh. His hand shifted restless through his hair, throat bobbing on a swallow and he mumbled, “Dammit, Munson. You were supposed to be here.”

That caught Eddie’s attention, ears pricking with this new-found sensitivity, and he waited, listening.

Steve looked around one final time, fingers still reflexively tightening and loosening on the bat, “I was supposed to be able to bring you home at least, so she could say goodbye.” He shook his head, casting a final sideways glance to the darkness then he turned, seemingly beginning to head back the way he came.

As the hazy red light danced over his clothes, Eddie noticed the slight dampness to them, the water clinging to the cuffs of his jeans.

Water?

Eddie racked his brain, the memories of before still a little hazy through the bloodlust but then the synapses fired, and it clicked.

Watergate.

Obviously whatever tremors had shaken the world above hadn’t destroyed all of the gates, maybe they’d just… opened them.

Maybe there was a way out.

A way Eddie could be free of this damn place.

Steve was already moving, his mumbles carrying over to Eddie, “- shouldn’t have left you here, I should have helped her bring you home. That was a real dick move, and I’ve regretted it every day since.”

Eddie was speechless, as he slowly followed Steve at a distance, sticking to the darker areas on silent feet.

He regretted leaving Eddie here? He… thought about it?

Even with your devoted, beautiful love, he still wasn’t used to people actually caring. There was still a small part of his brain that told him he wasn’t worth saving, wasn’t a thought on people’s minds and yet… Here this was.

Steve unknowingly led him across town, back through the sparse forests where it became harder to stay hidden, and Eddie had to take to pausing behind thicker tree trunks every now and then. His words still followed him, sending a jolt through his heart each time.

Until he heard the next thing.

The thing that made every cell in his changing body grow icy cold.

“I really wish you were still here, man. I don’t know how to help her. I don’t know how to save her.” A wrecked sigh from Steve as he kicked absently at a rock, “She’s slipping out of my hands every single day, more and more and the only thing that’s going to save her is you and I can’t give that to her.”

A panic seized Eddie’s heart in its clawed grip, twisting and reminding him how useless he was down here, how pointless his promise had been.

You were struggling and you were in pain, and it was all because of him. And he didn’t know how to help you, without hurting you. Without scaring you when he explained that… That what?

That he was a vampire?

That he was just having thoughts about sinking his teeth into one of your best friends’ throats?

Eddie made a noise of disgust at himself, focusing back on Steve, swallowing any nugget of information he could, all the while fighting those urges and the dark, velvet voice in his head telling him to take a bite.

Steve stood at the edge of Lovers Lake, watching the dry, cracked bed where the water should be. “I’m losing her, Eddie. And I can’t bring her back from this. I’m sorry, man. I promised you I would help her be happy, and instead I’m losing her.” He inhaled sharply, shaking his head once more, “I’m not letting it happen. I’m not going to let her go. I promised you I’d take care of her, and I’ll do it, even if she hates me for it.” With that, Steve stalked across the parched ground with renewed purpose, pausing at the pulsating gate. He seemed to be debating whether to say something or not, despite not realising the ears that were taking this all in with shocked silence, “I miss you too. Not just for her, or Dustin… But for me.” Steve swallowed once, and then he was gone, back through Watergate and back through to the world above.

Eddie gave him about fifteen minutes, the longest fifteen minutes of his life before moving to the gate quicker than he intended. Everything turned into a blur around him, like these instincts sensed his urgency to get home, to save you, to pull you back from the darkness he had caused.

He stumbled over his feet a little as the blood rushed back into his head, but he wasted no time in somewhat ungracefully diving through the gate.

But instead of water washing over his vision, it was heavy oblivion crowding into his mind and swallowing him whole, the sense of something other waking up.

*~There's a darkness at the heart of my love That runs cold, runs deep The darkness at the heart of my love For you~*

For the second time in however many hours, Eddie woke up covered in blood that wasn’t his own.

This time, he was laying on his back, surrounded by the shifting whisper of… tree branches, apparently.

He shot upright, hair flying round his face with his frantic absorption of his surroundings, realising he was lying in the middle of the forest floor, twigs and damp earth leeching cold through his clothes, his filthy t-shirt now stiff with even more blood. Fresh blood.

Eddie flinched, and the shock of seeing the fresh scarlet mess over his clothes made him realise something. His throat wasn’t dry anymore.

He was covered in blood. Again.

And he not only liked it, but he couldn’t remember how it had happened.

Where the fuck had the time gone?

Why couldn’t he remember?

And why didn’t he know what – or who – the blood belonged to?

“Shit, shit, shit.” He scrambled to his feet, rubbing at the blood like it would go away, but it just spread further, coating his hands like paint, and only increasing the tangy smell wafting around his head, “No, no!!” He whimpered, dropping back to the ground to wipe at the leaves and bracken, doing anything to stop this feeling clinging to his skin.

Oh stop panicking, this is who you are now. Get over it and embrace it.

Eddie froze, looking around quickly, “Who’s there?!” he ignored the way his voice cracked in fear, tears welling to his eyes again, but he refused to let them fall.

He was so sick of crying.

Safe. Get somewhere safe. Away from this.

He bolted back to his feet for a final time, moving on instinct whilst his mind struggled to keep up with all of this.

There were no bodies nearby, no one screaming in fear so that was… Good, right?

Right?

There was no way he could have hurt someone; he didn’t have that in him.

Hell, he’d barely ever fought back when Billy or Jason had beat on him, just sat there, and took it, let them hurt him and he never raised a fist in self-defence.

Why would he? People already thought he was a dangerous monster, so if taking the beatings meant he wouldn’t fuel that thought, he’d let his skin split and his bones break.

Right.

So, there was no possible way the blood belonged to a person. Even with the time loss, even with this… vampire-ness, he just couldn’t.

And he kept telling himself that.

Over and over, as his feet carried him out of the forest, down the quiet streets to one house in particular that always been a safe haven.

The porch with its fairy lights wrapped around the beams, the pumpkins set out for the holidays, the door mat that welcomed in every single guest.

And if he moved round the back of the house, he’d be able to pick out the window right by the apple tree, the one with the suncatcher he’d bought for you hanging in the window, so it could throw rainbows over the dark, welcoming walls of your room.

Except… He couldn’t go in.

Not just because he was meant to be dead.

Not just because he was too scared for you to see him like this.

Not just because he was a vampire.

But because on his way out of the forest, he’d tripped over something on the ground.

Something that showed evidence of being mauled by a creature out of its mind, starved, out of control. Multiple twin piercings of teeth all over its bloody neck, an antler broken in the struggle.

He hadn’t even made it a foot away before he heaved, vomiting up scarlet blood that tasted like game and iron, tears flooding his cheeks in utter disgust and heartbreak at what he’d done.

How dare he go up there after doing that?

If he could do that to such a beautiful creature, maybe he did have it in him to hurt someone, to hurt you.

Maybe he was a monster after all.

~* Now paint a pair of eyes And let's watch as it dries Remember always, that love is all you need Tell me who you wanna be And I will set you free *~

Eddie kept himself hidden, kept himself away from you for a total of five days.

Five days he spent hiding in the boathouse during the day, avoiding the sun which made his eyes hurt and his head spear with flashes of pain.

Five days he spent stealing things from campsites, forcing himself to eat regular food, food he used to love… Only for it to make his stomach roil until it came back up.

Five days he spent watching for the moment the sky slipped behind the clouds and he could sneak across town to your house, climbing the tree in your back garden with a grace he’d never really possessed.

He’d sit in that tree, perched on a thick branch, hidden in the darkness as you fought one of your own.

It was his own personal Hell, watching you do everything you could to avoid sleep, watching you toss and turn until you screamed yourself awake ,the sound so potent and clear in Eddie’s ears that it felt like a knife to the chest. Or teeth.

Every night he undertook his vigil, he got a little angrier, a little sadder, and a lot more guilt-ridden.

Angry, because Steve had promised he would look after you. And he knew it wasn’t all Steve’s fault, but you were barely clinging to this side of the living and Steve had promised.

That primal shadow lurking in his mind snarled at the thought, at the prospect of you not being taken care of and slipping away before his very eyes.

But it was the idea of going in there, of breathing in your midnight rain and starry sky scent and losing control. The thought of being unable to stop his fangs from tearing through your throat like butter, of hurting you when you were already in so much pain…

Go to her. Save her. Show her you’re alive and protect her from all these assholes who don’t seem to care.

Eddie grunted, poised in that same tree now, watching the dim glow of your phone through the window, “I’m not going over there. I can’t. I can’t risk hurting her.”

Yeah. That shadow apparently had a voice. It was his voice - since who else would be living in his head? – only deeper, bassier in every sense from the tone of the words to the urges and emotion it stoked within him.

You’re weak. You sit there and blame yourself, yet you’re causing her more pain by ending her suffering. Steve was meant to take care of her, and he didn’t. Look at her. Look what happened because you weren’t there.

Eddie gritted his teeth, feeling a prickle run through his jaw, like an itch and he reached a hand up to rub at the side of his face, “Fuck off. They tried their best, okay? Steve already feels bad enough, and he is looking after her. Stop being an asshole.”

He never thought he’d see the day where he was having a full on, verbal conversation with himself, but then again, he never thought he’d see the day where he was eaten by bats and then turned into a vampire, so.

The moon hung heavy for a few more hours, until it began to be chased by the very first brushes of sunlight.

You’d long since woken up, with a cry of pain and Eddie had sat there far longer than usual, watching as you physically dragged yourself from your bed and got ready for school, all the while the tree branch splintered under the weight of his hands digging into it.

The sheer intensity of his emotions was becoming harder and harder to restrain, the urge to protect you and also to put an end to your pain, to show you that he was alive, mostly and you didn’t need to mourn anymore.

You didn’t need to be alone.

But what if he hurt you?

That battle hadn’t gotten any easier over the last couple of hours, and more than once he’d almost dozed off for a few minutes, only to wake up halfway across the tree, hand outstretched toward your window.

To give it a gentle shake to free the half-latched lock you always kept it on. For him.

Fuck, he wanted to go in there so badly, to slide into bed and wrap his arms around your trembling frame. He’d pull you into his chest, bury his nose in your hair and reassure you that he was okay… Reassure himself that this was real. That he might be some bloodsucking monster, but he was still alive.

He just couldn’t risk causing you more pain.

She’s dying from the inside out.

“Shut up.” Eddie breathed it, the shadowy voice chipping away at the resolve the same way it had been for the last few hours, eating away at his determination.

You could save her, right now. Just knock on the window.

Eddie shook his head fiercely, curls lifting in the breeze and the scent of distant rainclouds and electricity tickled his nose, “Stop. I mean it.” He closed his eyes, the wood creaking in protest as his hands flexed.

Don’t you realise how happy she would be? How relieved? You could give her all of that, and yet-

“Enough!!!!” Eddie snarled the word loud enough to startle the birds on the roof of your home, causing them to take flight in a flurry of wings.

He swore, barely having time to jump from the branches to the shadowy cover below before your face appeared at the window, peering out curiously.

He froze, breath stolen just from that closer glimpse at you, the pain so clear on your face but you were so beautiful, you were the most gorgeous, stunning person he had ever seen, even in your pain.

If you don’t go to her, I will.

What?

Before he could work that one out, you were already gone, the light turning off and he waited for the kitchen light to come on, to tell him you were going to eat something, but it didn’t. Instead, he heard your keys in the front door, and then the retreat of your footsteps toward the street.

Oh, how easy it would be to chase after you and hold you… But instead, he held himself against the back of the house with every ounce of supernatural strength in his body until you were gone.

Coward.

He snarled again at the voice, instead climbing back into the tree, and slipping through the window into your room. He paused when the quiet softness enveloped him, so familiar and comforting to him.

It was cosy and dark in here, away from the sunlight that burned his eyes and made his skin feel all tight.

Your scent was everywhere, filling his head with the memories of all the nights and days here, the warm cuddles in bed, your hands tangled together as you pressed kisses to each other’s bodies… The fairy lights lighting the room as you read to him, or as he worked meticulously on the next D&D campaign whilst you played with his hair, weaving braids into it and marvelling at the soft, curly texture.

Before he moved any further, he ducked down to kick off his trainers, since they were messy and covered in dirt.

He padded across the room on silent feet, pausing to brush a hand over the stuffed bat he’d won you at the carnival last summer.

“Oh my god, Eddie, look at that bat!!!”

“Shit!! Look how cute he is!! I am so winning that for you, sweetheart.”

He spent a whole pocketful of change on the stall, throwing those little bean bags again and again until the bucket tipped over and you and Eddie exploded into cheers loud enough that a mother pulled her child away.

Neither of you could care, especially when the man handed over the stuffed bat and you squealed in utter delight when Eddie presented it to you with all the flourish of a diamond ring.

You treasured that bat for the whole night, tucking him into the front pocket of your faded dungarees, and he even sat between you both on the Ferris Wheel.

That little stuffed animal held every single memory from that night, every ounce of joy, and blossoming love because it was one of your first few proper dates.

Eddie picked up the bat, straightening its wings as he recalled how fucking nervous he’d been at the end of the night, his hands shaking, heart pounding but he’d still lifted a hand to your jaw, stroking your cheekbone before finally drawing you up to his lips so he could kiss you.

It had been the little nudge you’d both needed, the final point in which things went from ‘Will We?” to “We Will.”

He pressed a kiss to the head of the bat, before placing him back in the exact spot it’d been before.

He turned to the rest of the room, just taking in your space, the little symbols of you that it felt like he hadn’t seen in years. You were everywhere, your scent, your warmth, your personality. Even if he could almost feel the pain lingering from your heart.

There was a drawer where Eddie kept some of his clothes, so he could stay here and not have to worry about changing if you were going to school the next day or something.

He stooped down to open the drawer, carefully rummaging through until he pulled free a pair of ripped black jeans (obviously), a faded soft Metallica t-shirt, and a denim jacket.

Lifting them to his nose, he easily and indulgently breathed in the scents lingering on the fabrics, yours and his, mingled like they should always be.

Your scent was forever one that simultaneously set his heart racing but also soothed that wild, untamed energy within him. He only ever had to be in your presence for a few moments, the scent of your perfume or shampoo gently wafting over him and he felt safe. He felt at home.

You were his home.

Eddie swallowed as his throat suddenly closed up, overcome with the loss of something so poignant and so good in his life.

He shook his head fiercely, quickly changing without leaving a speck of dirt on your floor and he bundled all his clothes up into something more manageable.

He needed to get out of here, get away from these memories and the temptation, because he knew he would sit on your bed, like all those times before and wait for you to come home.

With a final glance round, he decided to slip the scarf from the back of your door, soaked with that beautiful scent and he slipped it around his neck before regretfully leaving your room, back into the cold and the dark and the loneliness.

~* There's a darkness at the heart of my love That runs cold, runs deep The darkness at the heart of my love So bold, so sweet *~

This was a really bad idea.

Like, a terrible one.

A dangerous one.

What was he doing, exactly?

Only being technically dead, but still currently wandering the schools of Hawkins High.

Oh yes.

Considering quite a lot of the student body would actually rather be dead than come back here, he was certainly living up that nickname of ‘freak’, wasn’t he?

But then again, Eddie was here for one reason, and one reason only.

The same reason it had been for a long, long time now.

You.

Because if there was one thing that would make Eddie risk exposure, it was you, and Hellfire.

It was a Friday, and about twenty minutes until the weekly Hellfire meeting. He knew you had been appointed DM in his absence, for which he was so incredibly proud and he genuinely could not wait to see you run the campaign. You’d stood in for him sometimes, and every single time you did, you were just incredible.

The way you’d describe locations and characters, the turn of voice when a monster gained the upper hand, or a player rolled a critical score – he was obsessed with watching you play.

So if that meant sneaking into the school when the last trickles of students were still lingering, then he would.

He still remembered your Friday schedule, and had used the cloudy, gloomy afternoon to run across the field from the woods, through the halls and slip into the drama room.

It contained enough dark corners for him to settle down into, adopting his preternatural stillness and blending into shadows to watch you.

Your presence walking toward the door hit him before you even opened it, that scent washing through him and again tempting him to come out of hiding, but he didn’t. He forced his limbs rigid and watched as you looked around the cosy room, a shudder running through your body like you felt his presence.

He stayed utterly silent as he watched you set the room up, light every candle, organise all the seats, pull the carefully crafted characters form their boxes and place them in their relevant positions on the map.

Eddie watched as you did every single activity but seemed to avoid the throne until you couldn’t put it off any longer.

You stood in front of it, staring at the carved wood with glazed eyes, as if you were watching something else, someone else sitting there. Especially when you ran a hand carefully over the back of it, and if he hadn’t had the hearing of a supernatural being, he would have missed the way you breathed, “This will always be yours, Eddie.” Before lowering yourself into the seat and settling in to wait for the others to arrive.

And wait.

Half an hour passed, then forty-five minutes, then an hour.

Time went on and on, the candles burning lower and your frame sinking deeper into the throne, like the energy you’d managed to dredge up was dissipating like the smoke from the flickering flames.

Where the hell were they all?

The Hellfire Club never missed a meeting, were always early and always eager to get started before the supposed time, so why weren’t they here?

He sat there, hiding, watching as the love of his life grew more and more dejected, eyes turning unseeing and unfocused again as you stared at the notes of his campaigns, the notes written for the third time because the first two were so unreadable in his eagerness that even he couldn’t have deciphered it.

They’ve forgotten her, Eddie. They’ve thrown her away, like they don’t care. She’s sitting alone and you’re still hiding from her.

Eddie hissed so very softly under his breath, anger beginning to stir in his belly with every passing tick of the clock.

He’d heard from your walk to school with Dustin that the Club had to convince you to take over as DM, had to literally get on their knees and beg, tell you how he would have wanted it and yet they’d fucked you over?

No fucking way.

By the time the clock crept past two hours, Eddie was stewing in his own fury, blood hot in his veins and hands curled into fists.

You were slumped over the table now, your head in your hand like it was too heavy, rubbing at your eyes every now and then and smudging your makeup.

He watched as you fished your phone from your pocket, thumbs quickly typing out a message, seemingly to one of the Club.

Not three minutes later, your phone gave a soft ping, and you ducked your head to read it.

Eddie witnessed your body stiffen like you’d been punched, head slipping from your hand and a noise of pained shock exit your throat.

He needn’t have tried to figure out a way to read the message, because you unknowingly told him just a breath later, “Band tryouts? What the actual fuck?” You stared at the phone like you couldn’t believe it, all whilst he watched and listened to the increasingly ragged, unsteady breathing rasping past your throat.

Before he could make a move to comfort you, to help you, to do something, you were gone. Fleeing the room and leaving the door swinging on its hinges and the taste of agony bitter on his tongue.

Bastards.

Yeah, it was bullshit that they were replacing him so quickly, but he knew it had to happen at some point.

But to leave you sitting here? To neglect telling you? To abandon you?

Eddie saw red.

A wave of fury that had been broiling in his belly at the treatment of you rose, making him taste smoke in his throat. His jaw twinged, ached for a split moment before he felt the sharp sting of his fangs pierce his lip.

They’d left you sitting there.

He burst from his hiding spot; eyes zeroed in on the only remnant of the Club left in the room – the character statues perched on the map.

They were swept up in his grip in a mere blink, and this feral snarl ripped from his throat at the sight of Gareth’s character.

How dare they fucking leave you.

A soft crack came from his fist, and he dropped the shards on the floor, that deep voice cooing in delight, begging him to leave this place, coaxing him to go and find the real versions of these layers and make them pay for causing you such pain.

And what did Eddie do?

He listened.

~* And all this time you knew That I would put you through The darkness at the heart of my love For you *~

The footsteps of the last ‘audition’ faded away down the street, their owner buzzing about ‘how well that had gone’ and how they’ve ‘totally got the spot’. In all fairness, they hadn’t been too bad. The best out of everyone that had come, but that might have just been because Eddie was focused more on the short mop of hair instructing the people on what to play.

Eddie had never felt a bad feeling toward his friend before, but right now?

Right now every smirk, laugh, nod, word only fuelled that raging chasm of fury in his belly and each shift of the breeze only burned his throat more.

His fangs still hadn’t retracted, and he was too far into his anger to notice how his lips moved to accommodate the new length. He also wouldn’t notice the red sheen to his eyes, the way they turned glossy and captivating, intended to ensnare the pray and ensure they didn’t run away…. Too much.

Eddie also wouldn’t have noticed how the inner voice that was usually his own had slipped further into the new arrival, that voice that was deeper and raspier than his usual tone. The lines between man and this monster were blurring, despite all his best efforts to ignore this new revelation.

The was a haze in his mind, a weighted cloud of scarlet bloodlust that made his limbs tremble with anticipation and his mind forget all thought but feeding.

Because the boy standing across the street from him had hurt you when you were already in so much pain.

And that just wouldn’t do.

We should have a little fun with them first, Eddie.

Eddie shook his head sharply, keen eyes tracking the street for any late stragglers, “No. I don’t have the patience for that. He needs to know what he did.” Even his physical voice had dropped in pitch, flatter, lacking its usual animated brightness.

Of course, that could just be because he was dead, and his girlfriend was currently clinging to the precipice by her fingernails.

That reminder made him snarl softly again, and he rose from his hidden crouch from someone’s front yard. The air shifted, bringing across Gareth’s scent stronger, and his head was suddenly full of heady, tempting images of the boy prone beneath Eddie’s attack, sobbing in fearful apology of his actions, of Jeff screaming and running from the sight of their old friend and DM fang deep in Gareth’s jugular.

Oh, the way the blood would feel sliding down his parched throat, hot and tangy. It would quell that beast rising within him, quieten the fury and… Wait.

What if it satisfied him enough that he could come and see you? What if it dulled these urges long enough that he could spend at least just a little time in your presence without the fear of hurting you?

That thought, dangling in front of him like a shiny prize, made him slowly creep forward on silent footsteps, the bloodlust still a thick haze in his head that allowed room for one three thoughts only.

Hunt.

Feed.

Revenge.

Jeff looked up from unplugging the amp, that ingrained instinct of an unknown danger causing him to look up, “Hey, I think I just saw someone out in the yard.”

Frowning, Gareth looked up too, clocking his head to gaze into the empty street, “Really? I didn’t hear anyone.” But he too had that feeling of skeletal fingers brushing over his neck, the silent alert that something out there was watching them, lying in wait.

Did they know?

Did they know that the friend they had already moved on from was out there? With his intense, captivating gaze that would ensnare them like a pinned bird, ready for his feed?

Could they see that it was someone who used to bring their Friday nights alive with tails of monsters and heroes, whose voice painted the most elaborate and beautiful worlds before their very eyes?

The same voice that sung with them, who played his beloved guitar in front of a gathering of loyal fans?

No. They didn’t.

Because Eddie Munson was dead and the world had moved on.

The street was quiet, the birds and smaller animals had fled in the presence of a predator and the moon had slipped behind a cloud, casting everything in the weighted blanket of night.

It was time.

Yes, yes, Eddie. Feed. Become who you are meant to, let me out, let me join you-

Eddie tracked a path across the street, each step bringing him closer and closer, Gareth’s heart pounding a rhythm drum beat in his ears, louder and louder with every inch foot of space and it all narrowed down to those three thoughts.

He slipped behind the car on the driveway, holding his breath, limbs coiled to pounce as he bared those fangs once more-

Ping.

A frantic buzzing was emanating from his pocket, sending a little humming vibration through his hip every couple of seconds.

It was insistent, the buzzing almost getting stuck and overlapping each other in an effort to keep up with itself.

Eddie blinked in confusion, startled out of his bloodlust and he frowned, trying to place where he was, why he was seconds away from tearing out his friend’s throat.

What the fuck was going on?

Gareth and Jeff were still peering out into the driveway, instruments held in the air mid-action before Jeff shrugged, “Maybe it was just a cat.”

Gareth hummed his agreement before the pair continued with their task, none the wiser of how close they had just come to death at the hands of a ghost. Or rather, a vampire.

Eddie felt sick.

Sick to the very core with disgust at himself, at this whole situation.

He’d let himself grow weak and distracted, nearly allowed that beast to take over… And what would have happened then?

Ping.

He made a noise, quickly turning tail and fleeing to the safety of the tree line once more before searching his pockets for the source of the vibration.

His hands met the flat smooth shape of his phone, tucked into a pocket and he pulled it out, still just as confused.

When did he pick this up?

When did he even turn it on?

Before he could question that further, the screen suddenly lit up with another flurry of notifications, the bright light stinging his eyes but that didn’t matter.

It didn’t matter that he had almost killed his friend.

It didn’t matter that he was standing still within view of anyone looking out of their window.

Nothing else mattered.

Because it was your name lighting up his screen, hundreds, and hundreds of message alerts, all titled with “Lucky Dice❤️‍🔥🎲”, his nickname for you ever since you first joined Hellfire and had grabbed his hand, brushing a teasing kiss to his knuckles before he rolled the attack roll against your character.

Your cheeks were flushed with the action, ignoring the snickers from the others when neither of you could look away from each other, when it took Eddie an extra second to remember what he was doing.

Ever since then, when that brush to his knuckles had given you the result you wanted, you’d done the same thing.

A kiss to the knuckles, a secret smile against his skin and it worked every time.

He’d been calling you his lucky dice long before you knew about it, because with you, he was lucky. Everything always seemed to work out just right, just perfect, and it was all down to you and that smile.

Eddie’s hands shook as he opened up the text screen, and the blurring of hundreds of text messages shifted across his vision.

It was a story, a journal of sorts, a letter written to Eddie with every thought, emotion and action described to him in the voice that could guide him out of Hell.

As he quickly sifted through, his heart sank deeper and deeper as it became more evident you were drowning, that beautiful voice growing more exhausted and losing the ability to fight. His newly immortal heart grew as cold as ice at the thought of you sinking into that pit for good.

You were going to die.

Like hell would he let that happen.

Lucky Dice❤️‍🔥🎲:

-“Come home.”

-“Please come home. Come back to me.”

-“I love you, Eddie.”

His fingers moved before his head caught up, knowing that if he bailed now, he wouldn’t get another chance.

If he ran, he’d lose the only good thing in his life, the one thing he’d truly gotten all for himself. Love, happiness, and someone completely beautiful he got to call his girlfriend.

So, once more, Eddie Munson didn’t run.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” – sent.

Even as he pressed send, his feet were already quickly hurrying over the ground, running towards, not away. He weaved through back alleys and over gardens, slipped through two fences and then he was there, once more beneath the tree in your garden.

There was nothing, just darkness at first and then the light flicked on.

He watched as the text bubble rose and fell, about four times, each appearance sending his heart careening further into his chest.

The soft hiss of the blinds over your window snapped his attention back to full focus, nearly cracking his neck he tipped it up so quickly.

Inch by inch, you were exposed to him.

Hips, torso, ribs, shoulders.

You were wearing one of his t-shirts, an old Metallica band tee, the material soft and cosy on your frame and he always loved how it fell to your mid-thighs. It gave him room to gently trace patterns on the soft skin, to rest the width of his hand just above your knee, and to feel your smaller fingers trace over his knuckles and rings.

His hands curled into fists reflexively, an ache of longing ripping through his body and he was thankful he didn’t need to breathe as much as a regular person, because there was absolutely no air coming into his lungs now.

He could see from the rapid, uneven rise and fall of your own chest that you were suffering the same, your face still hidden as you steeled yourself for what you might see.

A silly thought pinged into Eddie’s mind, and he quickly lifted his hands to smooth through his curls, to make sure his fringe fell over his forehead right and he wasn’t covered in dirt or anything.

A quick brush down of his jacket and jeans, and he prayed he looked tidy enough for you, that he looked how you remembered him… Without all the blood.

Fuck, he was so nervous. It was like that first date all over again, where he stood outside your door for a solid five minutes, arguing with himself before he finally had the courage to knock and take you out on a date.

If anything, he might have even more scared.

But he had no time to dwell on that, because your chest expanded with a final breath, and then you pulled away the last barrier between the pair of you.

Oh, you were even more beautiful than the last time he saw you.

Even the tear tracks on your face were like brushes of starlight, just like when you’d both climb up onto the roof of the trailer and watch the night sky.

He was just so in love with you, it hurt.

Eddie watched as you stared down at him, chest stuttering.

You didn’t move. You didn’t even blink.

You just stood there, perhaps even more still than he could get, just… Just staring at him.

Eddie cocked his head slightly, worried you were going into shock, and he took a step forward, into the light that emanated form above the back door, and then he lifted his hand and gave you a little dorky wave, even as every single cell in his body was screaming at him to pull you into his arms.

Each rapid-fire pulse was an order, demanding he go and hold you.

That movement seemed to break you from the trance, and your face crumbled with fresh tears, just seconds before you dropped out of sight below the window, collapsing under the weight of this revelation.

Eddie swore under his breath, turning to scramble up the tree, across the branches and somewhat ungracefully into your bedroom window, where your muffled sobs were piercing the silence. “Shit, hey, baby, it’s okay. It’s okay, I’m here.”

He dropped to his knees beside where you had fallen, curled in on yourself and he wasted no time in wrapping his arms around your shaking body, his own trembling with the crushing weight of everything that had happened.

As he gently pulled you into his lap, coaxing your head to his neck, it hit him just how much you’d all gone through this year. You’d experienced things even a full-grown adult wouldn’t be able to handle, and yet none of you could tell anyone about it.

Ever.

Your arms suddenly flew around his neck, gripping his shoulders, his hair, your legs uncurling, only to loop around his waist. The sobs were coming too fast for your words to make sense, but he didn’t need super senses to know you were breathing his name over and over, like a mantra, a chant, and a blessing all in one.

Tears burned the back of his own eyes, then fell heavily as he pressed his face into your hair, letting his own sobs come quietly as he merely held you tighter, relishing the feel of your warmth against his own chilled bones, the scent of your shampoo. You were real, you were alive, and you might have been falling to pieces, but you were still here.

This was real.

It was finally real.

Hours, or maybe only minutes later, you slowly lifted your head from his neck, his jacket soaked in tears and the scent of salt heavy in the air but that didn’t matter. Not when you lifted your hands to cup his jaw, to turn it this way and that, glossy eyes probing every inch of his face, “I…” There was a roughness to your voice form the sobbing and your exhaustion, but Eddie was still enraptured by your beauty. “Eddie, how is this possible… I watched. I felt when you...” You flinched imperceptibly, moving to pat at his chest and to pause with your palm pressed over his heart.

Fresh tears filled your eyes as his heart beat strong beneath your touch, and he smiled a small smile, reaching up to brush away your tear with the back of his finger, “It’s kind of a weird story, I’m not gonna lie. It sounds like part of a campaign, but then again, everything we do does.” He laughed a little, trailing that knuckle over your cheekbone, along the line of your jaw and down your neck. His hands trembling still, terrified he might accidentally hurt you, but you trusted him.

You always did.

The way you shivered beneath him sent more little shockwaves through his blood, like little jolts of lightning and this time in your presence had already made him feel far more alive than any moment since he’d opened his eyes. “But I will say that through it all, I kept thinking of you. I knew you’d help me back home, sweetheart.”

You made a little noise, half exhale of breath, half sob again and pulled him closer with the hand still on his jaw, your rings cool to his skin.

The world stood still again when your lips pressed to his, soft at first, a tender press as if you were both getting reacquainted with each other, but within seconds it was already growing bolder, more intense.

Eddie’s hand slipped back to your neck, inadvertently resting over your pulse as he pulled you closer, eyes falling closed and he gently ran his tongue against the seam of your lips, groaning softly at the instant parting you granted him, and he groaned again deeper in is throat when the taste of you flooded his tongue.

You were hot coffee on a cold morning, burnt sugar in front of crackling bonfires, the scent of thunderstorms heavy in the air and the explosion of stars on a blanket of midnight.

He thought kissing you before was indescribable, but now, with the heightened senses and months of being apart… It was something else entirely. It was everything.

And you always responded so well, melting like butter under his touch but equally meeting his soft challenge with your own.

You shifted on his lap, straightening up so every inch of your torso was pressing into his, dragging your other hand upfrom his chest and into his hair.

Shit.

Your nails scratched over his scalp, and his eyes would have rolled back if they were still open. Your head slanted to kiss him at a deeper angle and your tongue danced with his own, stroking against it like you refused to back down having missed him just as much and the pair of you determined to show the other just how much.

With every second that slipped by, every soft moan from your mouth into his, every pass of your hands through his hair, he was losing grip on that tether a little more.

His skin burned everywhere you were touching, even through your clothes and his heart raced in time with your own, pumping blood round his body and only increasing that searing heart. His head filled with the scent of you, his mouth flooded with your taste, and he hadn’t even thought about the hot flush of your blood beneath your skin yet.

He was drowning in you, the world fading away to everything but this moment right here and he was oh so happy to let it.

Your tongue was currently tracing the roof of his mouth, thumbs pressed firmly but gently into the joint of his jaw and then – then the tip of your tongue caught his teeth, his fangs he hadn’t even realised had extended and you made a noise of surprise.

Eddie’s eyes flew open, even as the sensation travelled straight through his spine and all the way below his belly and he pulled back, apologies already falling in stuttered, wrecked gasps from his lips. “Shit, shit, fuck, baby, I – I don’t know what to say, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise, I didn’t-”

The finger you pressed to his lips cut him off mid-sentence, and you examined him with unreadable eyes, even with your cheeks flushed so prettily and your hair all messy from his own hands.

When satisfied he was quiet, you once more cupped his jaw, running your thumb over his plush lower lip for a moment before gently pulling it down to expose his fangs.

He’d never get used to saying that.

You lifted your eyes to his, searching them, the rich honey they’d melted into and when he nodded ever so faintly, you looked back to his lips. A second of nothing, then you pressed the pad of your thumb carefully to the tip of lengthened canines, watching as a bead of blood welled up, scarlet and shining.

Now the aroma of your blood pervaded the air, intense and irresistible, a purely concentrated version of you, and fuck, it made his teeth length more, and he felt a deeper hunger than anything previous. This wasn’t just hunger to quench is urges, it was a hunger for you. To remember you the way he used to, to feel you and make you feel just how much he treasured you.

It was already whispering in his head, the urge making his hands clench into fists, and he carefully turned his head away from you, squeezing shut his eyes so you wouldn’t see the hungry, red sheen to them. The action of his hands made his rings click together, a sort of stim he’d always done, to try and expel anxious energy.

You still hadn’t said anything, something Eddie was also trying not to worry about because he couldn’t bear the thought of just getting you back and then losing you again, especially to his own detriment.

Were you terrified? Disgusted?

“Hey…” Now you did speak, voice gentle and you gave a little tug to his curls, “Look at me, Eddie.” Shit, the way you called his name in that hoarse voice, a voice he’d listen to and do whatever to make happy.

Which was why he had to ignore it this one time. “I can’t. I don’t want you to see me like this, like a mons-”

“If you finish that sentence, I swear to God, I’ll knee you in the balls.”

He froze, peeping open one eye that he slid sideways, “Not the kind of talk I’d expected us to be having right now, sweetheart.” He tried to bring humour to the situation, tried to distract you… But you’d always seen straight through his bullshit.

He felt your eyes on him, that look he just knew burning in them, so he relented, slowly turning back to face you. He waited a single second before opening his eyes properly, letting you see the full expanse of the glimmering sheen over the honey brown.

And you did not flinch. Not one bit.

If anything, curiosity shone in your own gaze, the blood still sitting on your thumb as you gazed between his eyes and then down at your thumb.

A pause. Thoughtful, wondering.

Then you held your thumb to his lips and spoke so softly, so simply, “Here.”

Eddie blinked, brows pulling in, “Wait, you don’t understand… I can’t. I haven’t…” He swallowed, pointedly trying to ignore your thumb, glazed eyes fixed on your own even as his cheeks flushed, “I haven’t fed from… From a human. Only from animals.” He couldn’t help the way his lips pulled back a little in disgust when he said that sure you would cringe away too.

But you sat there still, unmoving, unwavering, “Eddie. Look at me, I’m not scared. I’m not disgusted. Whatever this is, whatever happens, I’m with you.” You nodded once to emphasise your point, “You can tell me what happened whenever you’re ready, if you even want to. But I’m never going to leave you. I just got you back, I’m sure as hell not losing you again, okay?” You leant forward, resting your forehead to his, “I love you. Every single part of you, even if some of them are sharp and pointy… Besides, we’ve dealt with weirder.”

He couldn’t help the huff of laughter when you said that, the tension in his body melting away with the soft, gently thump of your forehead on his own. This was an action so familiar to you both, something that always brought him comfort and it helped him to realise, maybe… maybe he could do this. You’d be by his side, and he always felt most himself, most confident when you.

“What if I hurt you?” He spoke it quietly just in case it was spoken into existence if he said it any louder.

You shook your head faintly against his own, confidence oozing from you. Confidence in him, “You won’t. I trust you.” You lifted your head from his enough to look at him, and then held up your hand again, “Go on.” There was a little encouraging smile on your lips, curiosity still burning in your expression.

Okay.

Eddie took a deep breath, his ringed fingers coming to gently encircle your wrist and he brought your thumb between his lips, giving the tiny wound a gentle suck and… You exploded across his tongue.

It was all of those things from earlier, fire, sugar, storms, lightning, everything, barrelling tenfold through every single sense and sending him flying higher than any drug every could.

It was cliché as fuck, but you were his drug, expanding every sense and thought until he felt like he was just in this humming state of bliss.

And that was all from one drop.

You really were the very thing he orbited, coveted, and treasured.

When his head eventually cleared, you both moved back to the bed, cuddling up the way you always had done, not an inch between you, buried underneath the covers, away from the rest of the world.

Eddie held you close in his arms, arms wrapped around your torso with his fingers buried in your hair against your scalp, absently rubbing his fingertips into the muscle every now and then.

Your head was cradled on the front of his shoulder, right over his heart and he knew you were counting the beats beneath your ear, convincing yourself once more that he really was here beneath you, alive, whole, safe.

He let out a sigh, a breath he’d been holding since his last one and he mumbled, “Can we go to bed? Just… Just to hold each other?” He was never ashamed to ask for these moments, this softness.

You hummed softly, turning to kiss his shoulder and you nodded, “Of course we can.” You were quiet for a moment, rubbing his back gently, “Do you need to hang upside down from the light or something?”

Eddie rolled his eyes, laughing again and suddenly, just like that, everything was just okay, “You’re hilarious, sweetheart. Really. I’m laughing so so hard right now.” He poked your side playfully, earning himself a little squeal.

“Come on then toothy, get in my bed.’

This was it.

He was home now.

Finally, he was home.

Back in bed with you, holding you close to his body and counting each one of your breaths, something he’d done long before now. It soothed him, settled the frantic energy itching to get out of his body and helped him focus on something.

In, hold, out.

Over and over, and it not only reassured him you were okay, but it also told him this was real. Because there was no way he could make this feel as solid and warm and true as this.

He could never replicate the warmth of your body, the scent of your skin or the way you felt in his arms.

No way.

Eddie let out a soft sigh against your hair, allowing his body to sink further into the mattress, his fingers tracing patterns over your shoulder blade, a habit he never really noticed he was doing.

And as you finally slept for the first time in months, he felt the coaxing caress of sleep run over his skin too, gently drawing him down into a darkness that was soothing and safe, one that echoed with the faint call of your laughter and the feel of your hand in his.

So, he gave in, following the sound of your voice in his memories, and he allowed himself to sleep properly, safely.

Eddie the found was home.

~* Paint a pair of eyes Let's watch as it dries I'm with you always, always *~

The clouds had just passed over the moon, the clock somewhere past 1:30am when Eddie’s body went rigid for a split second, arms tightening around where he held you to his chest.

His finally dreamless sleep rippled, his resting consciousness slipping through the surface of his mind and giving way to something else.

Someone else.

Him.

The shadowy blanket of his mind shimmered and folded, re-emerging into the stormy, red-hued sky that hung below Hawkins, a flipped mirror of what was above.

The bats that had given life to this form still tore through the air, shrieking at each other as they raced to find their next meal.

They didn’t hurt him or come for him now, even if he could still feel the searing agony of their teeth tearing into his flesh. He brushed a hand over his belly, where the scars would never fade and he still almost flinched away, as if expecting attack.

But of course, they wouldn’t dare, he was one of them. A predator.

A monster? The very thing everyone had perceived him to be?

Before he could dwell too much on that, before he could allow himself to break down in duress at what he had done, his back straightened. His shoulders went back, chin raising in a perfect posture of obedience and willingness to obey.

The stance of a general.

There was no body, but the presence was just as poignant, just as deadly and darkly, wrongly alluring, “My pets did their job well, I see.” There was the sense of being observed, examined by a figure stalking around him in circles, “Perhaps a little too well. I did not expect you to let the boy escape.”

Shit.

His mind whirled quickly, flying through a reason he could give that would not reveal the truth too closely, “Forgive me, sir. My… transformation was not fully complete, I- he - managed to find an escape, I’m afraid I don’t know how.” He couldn’t tell him. Couldn’t risk Vecna knowing the gateway back home. Back to her.

The disembodied voice hummed, mockingly almost, “Yet again, true love wins out.” His next words carried a smirk, the belief that he held the upper hand, “I wonder what she’ll think when she finds out what you’ve truly become.”

He could hardly believe what he was hearing, but he was careful not to let it show on his face. Did he truly not know that he’d been up there? That he… that Eddie had seen her? She knew about them both?

He chose to stay silent, to listen obediently for fear of revealing something in his scrambled, starving brain.

Vecna continued, his voice as cool and casual as if talking of the weather, “If you cannot keep him under control, I will be forced to make moves I’m not planning on taking yet. I’ve been inside your little dove’s head for quite some time, and I must say, she’s practically begging for me to take her and free her. I’d hate to have to end my fun too early because you cannot control the boy.”

A fury rose in his chest, so fierce it stole what little breath he had and threatened to swallow him hole, to burn this place to the ground and take its master with it.

No one touched you.

No one dared lay a hand on you, including this monster.

Even if the guilt still ate at him for leaving you, for hurting you… He would tear apart anyone who dared cause you harm.

Yet as soon as he felt his teeth lengthen, felt his eyes grow sharper and his instincts deadlier… there was a strange tug at his very core.

Something wrong.

It was hooked into the fabric of his very being, sensing the disobedience and reminding him why he was alive, who he had to thank. It yanked sharply, pain splintering through his heart and that fury was suffocated, the flames dying out as instantly as they had come.

Before he could lose composure over whatever the fuck just happened, that commanding voice began to fade back into the aether, but not before his final command. “Be ready. I will have use for you soon. I don’t need the boy getting in the way.”

He still didn’t understand the separating between himself and Eddie. ‘The boy’. He didn’t know where one began and one ended, where one mind stopped and the other started. He might be in control now, but his thoughts, his cravings… His desires, they were still Eddie’s. Still theirs. Just… dialled up to a million.

Were they?

He didn’t know anymore.

Was he still Eddie?

Or was he truly someone else? He knew he had a voice, that he could see through Eddie’s eyes, but he didn’t have the control over the physical body, at least not when Eddie was awake.

The voice hadn’t finished, “When the time comes, I need to know I can count on you.” He felt a phantom pressure around his throat, tighter than the craving for blood, “Can I count on you, General Kas?”

“Yes, Master.”

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85). "Will your wing be okay?"

(I’ve had this prompt on the back burner for the longest time because I just couldn’t think of a good, to me, scenario to use it and everytime I tried, I never liked the result. But! Now, after for-fucking-ever and with the help of my new Twisted Wonderland obsession, here’s a oneshot based off of this prompt where a poor firefly fairy comes into contact with some hunters. And not the animal kind. Again, lazy ending, lmao)

Count: 3122

Flitting through branches of multicolored leaves, I wandered through a section of forest in search of berry bushes and scenic sights to pass the remaining day as the sun sank. The sky was clear save for a few clouds, so light shone through the bunches of leaves uninterrupted, leaving the forest floor below covered in dappled evening light. With chirping birds and a light breeze as well, it was a very pleasant night to be outside.

I did eventually come across another grouping of berry bushes, these ones ending up being raspberries.

“Finally,” I muttered to myself, flying down to hover beside a bunch of the red berries, each around the size of my head. But, no conventional baskets were necessary, unclipping a bag attached to my hip with clawed hands and untyied the opening. Muttering a brief spell as I opened it, the bag stretched and contorted until it became a decently sized wicker basket that I rested on my hip as I flipped open the top. Inside were other berries and items I’d collected recently, each appearing smaller than if I pulled them out of the basket due to the sizing and space spell on the bag/basket.

I didn’t make it, the spells were far too complex and complicated for my level of magic-work, but it had been a gift from another fairy who was a friend with far more connections than I did.

One arm holding the wicker basket in place, I used two to pluck off one of the raspberries from the bush, my final hand absentmindedly picking debris from the berries before I placed each into the basket. Repeating this two other times, I closed the top of the basket and said the deactivating word, large basket transforming back into an unassuming bag to clip back onto my hip. And, satisfied with my gathering for the day, I decided to fly over the trees to try and see where in the Briar Valley I was.

After a couple seconds weaving through the branches and leaves to hover above, I couldn’t help but blink in surprise at seeing the tops of large stone pillars nearby.

“I didn’t realize how close to the border I was,” I said to no one, frowning a bit. Glancing at the horizon, I saw that it was practically twilight. I should head back to my home… but I couldn’t shake the sudden curiosity that nagged at my mind at the sight of the pillars. I’d never been this close to the warding stones before.

Mulling the decision over for a few seconds, tapping my chin in thought with a claw, I eventually murmured, “Just a quick look, no harm.”

Besides, as long as I kept my tail-light off, no potential humans would even see me in the darkness of evening.

Self-assured that satisfying my curiosity would incur no consequences, I flew closer to the stones from over the treetops, a minute or two going by before I reached the pillars.

Made entirely of singular chunks of stone for each pillar, moss was spread across the surface of the one I flew up to. It gave the pillar a weathered look, and able to sense the magical aura around it, it was obviously something powerful enough to have lasted through centuries. And these pillars would likely outlast my lifetime and those of the other living fairies.

Spurred on by my curiosity and fascination, I reached out to something etched into the stone. The symbol shimmered a bright green briefly at my touch before dissipating.

“Whoaa,” my eyes widened at the sight, retracting my hand for a moment before touching the stone again. Once more, the symbol shimmered for a moment and I felt myself suddenly seized by the overwhelming urge to find more symbols on the rocks surface to touch.

So, almost giddy, I began to flit around the stone pillar, touching each crack and etch I could see upon its surface. Not every one was a symbol, some were just cracks created by the test of time, but after several minutes I felt like I’d come across each one, pulling away with a chuckle as the final symbol finished shimmering and faded back into dormancy.

Looking around after satisfying the impulse to touch the symbols, I saw that the sun was entirely set and the stars were starting to brighten in the sky.

Time to head back.

Letting out a pleased hum, I began to fly around the pillar, pausing when I saw something shiny in the trees a bit away. It wasn’t shiny in the sense of a fairy light or actual fireflies, but more like something glinted in the moonlight.

“Hmm?” I tilted my head at the sight, feeling more curiosity. After only a second of pause, my wings carried me closer to the glint and I saw a string of something silver drifting in the breeze. And, drifting even closer, I saw that it was a chain of thin, silver links that was stretched between a couple branches. “What the-? Did someone lose something?”

I wasn’t sure how I’d be able to find the owner of the chain, but I didn’t want to just leave it dangling in the branches. What if a human saw it and tried to step beyond the stones?

Reaching out to the chain with the intent of detangling it, I yelped at the sudden pain in my hand when I wrapped it around the silver, tail lighting up for a moment in alarm. Hissing, I recoiled and looked down at my palm, seeing the painful burn spread across my palm and fingers. Paling, I realized that it had to be iron.

I didn’t have to worry about humans coming around, because it already seemed like they were.

There was the sound of clinking that had me quickly looking around for the source, crying out in surprise and pain as a net fell on me from above, knocking me to the ground.

Exclaiming in pain as I felt a wing bent painfully, I writhed a bit beneath the weight of the iron chains that were larger and heavier than the one I’d touched. My ears twitched at the sound of footsteps, the light of my tail illuminating the side of a couple boots as they stopped right next to me. “G-Go away!”

My exclamation went unheeded and I blinked several times at the sound of a clack that preceded a torch being lit, showing my current captors. Two humans in black dyed leather towered above me, the one with the torch kneeling beside the iron net.

“Hmph, this one’s smaller than the others,” the human said gruffly, the harsh light from the torch only accentuating his displeased face.

“Does the size really matter?” the second human asked, this one seeming to be a female. She looked around the forest cautiously. “A score’s a score. Killing it’s a waste and letting it go isn’t an option.”

“Are we really wasting much if we kill it,” the first human asked, looking up from me to look at his companion.

I gasped and started to struggle some more, my shouts and protests ignored. The iron net continued to burn my skin and hands as the second human began to chastise the first, saying something about ‘noble pet’. Scrabbling at the chains, I realized that I might be able to slip through the gaps in lines of iron if I could bear the pain enough and avoid being stopped. I had to resist letting out a sound of relief and hope.

Forcing myself to twist so that I was laying on my back, I mustered up as much focus as I could. Summoning a splash light that exploded in the humans faces that caused each to cry out in surprise, the one crouched beside the net fell back on his butt while the woman standing almost hit the tree behind her as she reeled back.

Knowing I only had a few seconds before the humans would clear their vision I braced my hands against the length of iron chains on top of me, crying out in pain as I pushed it to the side and barely slipped through the gap between the chains.

Once free, there was no time to rest, taking off despite one of my wings being bent and both having membrane burnt away. It was a slow, painful ascension and, after a few seconds of trying to dim my tail-light in my panic, I had to force myself through the leaves above the trees to try and prevent the humans from seeing me or potentially trying to follow.

I had to find a Sentinel or someone to try and warn about the humans, heart racing. From what it sounded like, they’ve already caught a few Fae, though I didn’t know how recently.

Several minutes of slow, arduous, and painful flying went by, feeling like it was going to take forever to reach anyone. No one settled beside the border. Which kind of sucked seeing as I was slowly losing altitude against my attempts to stay up high.

“N-No, don’t SINK, the humans will catch me” I hissed to myself, straining to make my wings beat faster. Unsuccessfully.

My wings, exhausted and battered after minutes of continued neglect, gave out in bursts, causing me to drop uncontrollably with only a few wingbeats here and there keeping me from reaching plummeting like a stone.

Falling through the branches with a few pained grunts, I broke through the canopy and fell towards a human, shouting, “A-Ah, no!”

I saw them turn to look up right before I bonked into their head with a yelp, bouncing off and tumbling to the ground. It was painful, the sharp impact not very helped by my burns being hit and brushed as I rolled to a stop. Groaning in pain, I struggled to shake off my daze and disorientation, forgetting for a couple seconds about the person I’d hit in my plummet. Until I sensed more footsteps nearby.

Exhausted and in pain, I could only let out an anxious, terrified chitter as I found myself scooped up in two hands before I could try to do much more than flutter my wings weakly to try and get away.

“G-Gah, put me down,” I exclaimed, curling on myself defensively as my tail lit up. I didn’t expect to be let off easily after escaping from one of their iron nets, so I was incredibly surprised when the voice I heard matched neither of the humans voices I’d heard before.

“What happened, little fairy,” the human asked, tone full of concern and surprise.

Startled, it took me a couple seconds to gather the courage and strength to peer up at him. His skin was pale and he had long black hair, but what I noticed the most were vivid, green eyes with cat-like pupils that shone in the light from my tail and the horns adorning his temples. He wasn’t human.

“H-Humans,” I blurted out, quickly trying to sit up in black gloved hands. I let out a pained groan as I succeeded, but had to curl a bit to try and mitigate the pain the movement caused. “B-By the warding stones to the South!”

Looking up at the larger Fae with wide eyes, I added in fear, “They’re setting traps!”

“Children of Man? Here?” the Fae asked, eyes widening in surprise and hands twitching beneath me. He looked up, eyes narrowing in anger towards the direction I’d fallen from while I struggled to keep my focus away from the pain wracking my body. For a second, I saw what looked like dark scales appear along his cheekbones, but they dissipated as he growled and looked back down at me. “They will be dealt with in time. For now, we must ensure your health. Be still. I’m not the best at healing spells, so this may sting.”

I nodded, too tired to protest, and waited as the Fae shifted me to one hand to draw a bright symbol in the air. I could feel the magical energy from it, eyes widening a bit in surprise as I sensed only the surface of the Fae’s magical capabilities that made my hair stand on end. Though, while he did say to brace for a sting, I didn’t expect the almost unbearable burning sensation from each of my wounds that caused me to scream in pain and violently curl.

It lasted only a second, but it left me panting. Looking at my arm, I saw the marks of the burns still there, though they no longer looked fresh.

“Iron,” the Fae growled, the light dissipating from his spell as he quickly closed his free hand shut, cutting it off. His gaze softened, apologetic as he cupped his hand beneath the one holding me and said, “I apologize, little fairy. I should have expected these were burns of iron.

“Unfortunately, that means I cannot heal them fully,” he exhaled deeply through his nose before trying a reassuring smile. “But, I do know someone that can, and I can use a spell against the pain… I will bring you to them, though the means may be unconventional. I don’t wish for my magic to unintentionally harm you in this weakened state.”

“H-How unconventional are we talking,” I asked past the pain, watching him use his other hand to make a gesture before gently touching the top of my head with a gloved finger. I shuddered as a cool sensation ran through my entire body, making the pain from the burns disappear. He tapped again and I felt another sensation go through me.

“I’ll need to eat you,” the Fae replied, making me stiffen in surprise. Placing a hand against his chest, he added, “My body will be able to protect you from the outside force of my magic to teleport and it frees my hands if I come across any situations. You’d be entirely safe, I promise and swear it on the Thorn Fairy.”

A lofty swear.

Tiredly glancing down to his abdomen, I couldn’t help the anxious shiver that ran through my body. But… he did seem genuine. And, having gotten a taste of his unnervingly powerful magic when he tried to heal me, I didn’t deny that subjecting my body to a teleportation spell from him on the outside may be detrimental right now.

“I-… Alright,” I nodded, shifting slightly.

“I wasn’t expecting you to agree so readily, but consider me pleasantly surprised.” The Fae blinked, seemingly surprised before he gave a small smile. The smile gave way to a frown as he mused, “I do have one question however… Will your wings be okay?”

“Uhhh,” I looked back at my wings. The wing that had been bent was back in shape, but both still had significant portions of membrane missing from being burned. Experimentally, I flapped them a few times before resettling them. They weren’t in a lot of pain right now because of his spell and seemed well enough. “Th-They should be fine.”

The Fae still looked a bit concerned, but nodded, replying, “Very well. I’ll still try to be careful. For your own sake, please don’t move too much.”

A nervous chitter left my throat as I was lifted closer to his face, his cupped hands tilting towards his mouth as he opened it.

White fangs and strands of saliva glinted in the light of my tail, his tongue extended just past his bottom lip to cover his bottom teeth, revealing a forked tip. My heart skipped a beat at the sight. It took a second to realize that my insectoid feet and claws were keeping me from slipping down towards his mouth, part of me appalled at the thought that I’d have to clamber down into his mouth to move this along.

I shuddered as I forced myself to hesitantly let myself slide down into the warm humidity of his maw, the tongue squishing beneath my weight a little. Once my legs were inside, I yelped when the tongue lurched beneath me, extending upwards to curl behind my back carefully before I found myself pulled into his jaws followed by the sound of his teeth clicking shut.

The space felt cramped, saliva soaking my entire body and the space illuminated by my light. Even though I very much would rather not be able to see the somewhat sharp teeth surrounding me.

The mouth was still for only a moment before the tongue shifted beneath me, cautiously lapping and prodding at me. And, despite the careful contact, it felt like he was restraining himself to properly tasting me. Out of respect or because of my burns, I wasn’t sure. What I was surprisingly sure about was that the gentle licking wasn’t bothering my burns, at least not much.

I couldn’t help but wriggle a bit and my wings fluttered for a moment, but I tried to refrain from actually struggling, trying to remind myself that he’d promised I’d be safe. It helped that every muscle in my body was exhausted from my earlier flight.

It wasn’t long before I found myself slowly nudged to the back of his mouth, yelping as I was swallowed down. Constricted and compressed, I jolted slightly as the undulating walls of his throat pulled me down, startled when I felt a rumble around me. It took me a couple seconds to realize he was purring, though it was stuttering as though he was trying not to.

Traveling past the sound of his heart and lungs, I slipped into a more open space, able to see constantly moving walls around me.

“Are you alright, little fairy,” the Fae’s voice rumbled from above, catching my attention. A pressure on one side of the stomach pressed in slightly, the broken purring starting up again. “I apologize for the rumbling..”

“I-It’s, uh, fine,” I replied, though my wings shifted a bit anxiously in a brief flutter. The whole stomach jolted around me, making me yelp.

“Ah, please refrain from using your wings,” the Fae said, seemingly caught off guard as his breath hitched above me.

“S-Sorry,” I exclaimed, shaking off my own surprise. To try and keep my wings from going off on their own, I leaned back against the stomach wall, asking, “H-How long will it take to reach your friend?”

“Only a few minutes. I suggest you brace yourself, little fairy.”

My hair began to stand on end once more as I sensed the Fae start to use his magic again, able to feel the magical pressure even from inside of him. As the power built, I blinked as everything went white.

#twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #twst malleus #cinnwrites #safe vore #soft vore #g/t vore #g/t related

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tonguetiedraven · 1 year

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BonRin Zombie Au Part Three

A Poll Your Own Adventure. (Part Two here )

Something rustled behind Ryuuji, and his heart leapt up to his throat, thundering far too loudly for him to possibly hear around. His instincts demanded he bolt and run for it, but he knew enough to know that would spell death. The volume of that would attract everything’s attention and he needed to move now and not get caught.

Ryuuji straightened a little and picked up his pace, breathing too loudly, moving too loudly, and feeling about as subtle as an earthquake.

The corn leaves sliced at his face and he felt something dripping down his cheek, and he darted the last few meters, hissing a bit at another slice and finally breaking free. He stumbled over dirt, straightened, and rammed right into a body.

“Ooph!”

Ryuuji squeaked out a noise instead of yelping, scrambling back from the body he’d hit and tripping over dirt to land back in the corn. His fingers dug into the cool dirt and he stared up as something rustled behind him.

It was the boy.

He looked taller from the ground, and Ryuuji could confirm that his eyes were dizzyingly blue and focused. They were looking at him and not at his throat or body. They were looking at his eyes and they were wide with worry.

His veins were pulsing and dark, and Ryuuji could see the spread of a rot rash crawling along his throat.

“Get up,” the boy rushed, “someone’s coming, and—”

His blue eyes shot off to the right and he seemed to lose what little color he had. “Shit! Now?”

The boy lurched forward as his eyes turned back to Ryuuji. He leaned forward, extended his hand, and kept staring right at Ryuuji.

“Come on!”

There was another crash and a hiss behind them, and Ryuuji, for reasons he couldn’t understand, took the boy’s hand. He was hauled up effortlessly. A bit too effortlessly. He ended up over correcting and falling forward against the zombie boy and caught sight of sharp ears and fangs, and red in those ludicrously blue eyes. All demonic, but not in the rot way. How had he not noticed that?

“Come on,” the boy urged, and they were suddenly both running and moving away from the corn field and whatever had been to the right. They ran for the forest and the cover of trees, and Ryuuji could feel blood dripping down his face and wind on his face and the rain -wet ground squishing and unsteady under his feet, but they were moving and they were fleeing from the danger of what was coming and diving between trunks, getting caught at branches and undergrowth as they went.

The boy didn’t let go of his hand. Ryuuji didn’t notice the fact at first, couldn’t possibly notice anything but the burn in his legs, lungs, and face as they ran. The familiar ache of running he’d used to love because it felt like freedom and now was his only option and felt like being chased.

When he did notice it, he noticed because the boy’s hand was hot. He had been grabbed and pulled at by dozens and dozens of zombies during this nightmare, and they had all been horribly and unnaturally cold. They felt inhuman. Not cold enough to be dead, but wavering on the edge of it.

This boy didn’t feel like that at all, and that realization and the realization that he was following the boy had Ryuuji tripping and stumbling them both to a stop.

The boy turned towards him all wide eyed and breathless. (The zombies never seemed to notice they needed to breathe.)

“You okay? Did they hurt you?”

“Who are you?” Ryuuji blurted, freeing his hand and taking a slightly overwhelmed step back. (Was that crack an animal or something horrible?)

The boy frowned and then snorted with amusement.

"Seriously? You wanna do the introduction thing while we're in the middle of a zombie escape?"

Ryuuji felt himself puff up with indignation. "I think it's justified to want to know about a zombie that rescued me!"

The boy tilted his head, grinning all the wider and showing his sharp teeth. (And Ryuuji immediately felt bad for calling him a zombie.)

"Right, my bad. I'll remember to lead with an intro next time something wants to eat us."

Then, with a dramatic bow, "I'm Rin Okumura, princess."

It took Ryuuji a moment to realize the cocky bastard was calling him princess. He immediately scowled and glared.

“Ryuuji Suguro,” he growled and crossed his arms before stomping forward into the forest with no real idea of where he was going. He needed to run parallel to the fields they’d just run out of, but he wasn’t entirely sure where they were anymore.

“Hey, don’t be like that!” Rin said with a laugh and chased after him. Ryuuji adjusted his speed to make it easier for the boy and would absolutely deny it if asked. “Where are you even going?”

“Kyoto.”

Rin stopped in momentary surprise before redoubling his speed. “No shit? I ain’t great with maps and things, but ain’t that really far?”

“You don’t gotta be great with maps to know that.” Ryuuji stuffed his hands in his pockets and forced his shoulders to stay squared and not curl forward in a protective ball like they wanted to. “The part I want to get to is about a hundred miles away.”

He was going to reach his temple again. He was going to see his people and the distance wasn’t about to stop him.

“That’s half of Japan!”

“I’ve already come a hundred miles.”

(And he’d lost so many and hoped so desperately that he saw Konekomaru and Renzou again in Kyoto.)

“Half of Japan!” Rin declared and caught back up with a hop and a skip. Ryuuji eyed him, thoroughly confused how a zombie had so much energy. Positive energy at that.

Rin blushed at the look. “What? It’s cool.”

“It’s walking,” Ryuuji said with a huff, amused despite himself. “Hardly cool.”

“Walking in a zombie apocalypse. Everything is cooler in a zombie apocalypse.”

Ryuuji stole a glance. That was unquestionably the zombie rash.

“Uh, speaking of that…”

Was there a polite way to ask? And if so, should he even bother to find it? He was already spending more time close to a zombie than was at all wise.

Rin’s eyes shot to him, and the red seemed more obvious in the darker lighting of the forest.

“You wanna know about the zombie thing?”

“And the demon thing, if you’re telling.”

Rin looked a bit surprised. “You can tell?” Then he snorted. “Guess everyone’s got a tempt taint now.”

“I had one before this… this.”

Rin eyed him. “Yeah?”

“Yea—I was asking the question.” How had it turned on him?

Rin grinned. “I don’t know.” His grin grew at Ryuuji’s immediate frown. “Frustrating, ain’t it? I was running with my twin and we got jumped by this shitty classmate, and… Well, I got bit, Yuki — my twin — didn’t, and I ran off so he wouldn’t get infected by me. I got the fever and I got the rash and… Nothing. I don’t know why.”

He raised his hand, curling his fingers and tilting his hand back, drawing attention to his wrist. “I gotta pulse and everything. Still breathe normally, still warm, still think and stuff. Just… Got the rash and get sick if I eat. Which is bullshit.”

Ryuuji, glancing at Rin to make sure it was okay, leaned forward and pressed his fingers against Rin’s pulse.

It was thumping steadily under his fingers.

Rin was a zombie, but he wasn’t. How? It wasn’t possible. Ryuuji had never found anything that had survived this dismal infection. One bite and it was all over. Like a tempt taint, there was no reversal for it.

“How long ago was that?”

Rin’s brow scrunched up. “Shit, I don’t know. I wasn’t good at time when things were normal. A couple a weeks? A month at most?”

Ryuuji stepped back and stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Where, uh, where you going?”

“I’m going to find my brother. He passed through here. I’m not sure where he was going.”

“You…” He kicked awkwardly at the ground, not at all sure why he was doing this, but needing to all the same. “You could stick with me for a while? I’m heading to Kyoto as straight as I can make it, but there are a lot of towns between us and it. Good chance to find people.”

#bonrin #bon x rin #ao no exorcist #blue exorcist #my tumblr fics #ryuuji suguro #rin okumura #ryuji suguro #bon suguro #ane #aoe #aoex #bonfire #bonxrin #sugurorin #poll your own adventure #zombie au

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lightmotif139 · 11 months

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Link’s First Pet

My friend and I have been giving each other Legend of Zelda short story fanfiction prompts. The most recent prompt she gave me was “Link’s first pet.”

I have deliberately misinterpreted this prompt, and I’m not sorry.

(If you prefer to read on AO3, click here.)

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Link’s First Pet

As Link crested the hill and saw the stable in the valley below, he sighed with relief, eager for a bowl of stew and a good night’s sleep. He had been tromping through the wild all day, and the thought of filling his stomach and resting his aching muscles sounded like the best thing in the world. But as he approached the stable’s entrance, all his desires were suddenly forgotten at the sight of something he hadn’t seen in a hundred years.

Technically, he hadn’t seen anything in a hundred years. Every place, plant, and creature produced in him an odd mixture of novelty and nostalgia. But this creature was different: its eager face and fluffy body captured his attention in a way nothing else had yet.

It was a dog.

Ignoring the stable, Link ran over to the dog. It trotted over and stared up at him, mouth open and tail wagging. Link suddenly found himself filled with a longing, an overpowering urge to . . . do what? As he stared into the dog’s big eyes, he no longer cared about sleeping or eating. He just desperately wanted to fill this hole that had suddenly opened in his heart, but he could not figure out how.

Maybe if he fed the dog, he would feel better. He pulled a piece of meat out of his pack and set it on the ground. The dog pounced on it and gobbled it up eagerly. Having finished it, it gazed up at Link with an expression that could be called nothing other than love. The hole in Link’s heart seemed to grow bigger; he felt even worse now.

He stood there, staring at the animal, trying desperately to figure out what it was he wanted so badly to do. The dog rolled over on its back and showed its fluffy belly, and Link felt like he would burst with longing.

What was it you were supposed to do with dogs? He seemed to recall they liked to play fetch. Yes, that must be it! He picked up a nearby stick and threw it. The dog ran after it with boundless energy, and it was such a happy sight that for a minute Link hoped it would satisfy him. But when the creature dropped the stick at his feet and panted up at him, the unidentified longing returned with such force that Link wanted to cry.

He couldn’t handle this. He turned away from the dog, with a vague feeling that he’d just passed up the most precious opportunity in the world, and headed into the stable. The stew and soft bed he got that night felt as good to his body as he had hoped, but his mind felt no satisfaction as he fell asleep.

The next morning he saw the dog again, and approached it in the hope that being well-rested would help him figure out what he wanted. But still, he found himself just standing there next to it, unable to determine what he longed to do. He left the stable with a sense of loss, and it took him a few days to get his mind off the incident.

As his quest wore on, he encountered other dogs, usually near the stables throughout Hyrule. Every time, he stood and stared at them, hoping he would figure out why they filled him with longing. He tried feeding them every type of food he could find, and often played fetch with them. Some of them followed him around and even led him to buried treasure they’d sniffed out. Yet all of this seemed to augment rather than fulfill the longing in his heart.

One day, many dogs later, Link found himself standing outside yet another stable, playing fetch in vain. What was the point of wishing for something when you didn’t even know what it was? Maybe he should just give up on dogs altogether. As a parting gesture, he tossed the dog a few apples. He tried to walk away, but when the dog started to run up a hill and then turned around clearly expecting him to follow, he was frustrated with himself that he still couldn’t resist those big eyes.

At the top of the hill where the dog stopped, Link expected to find a half-buried treasure chest, but instead he found a large weathered stone with a hole in the middle. It appeared to have fallen from a nearby stone base long ago. Maybe it was a Korok stone. Link hoisted it with effort and set it upright on the base. No Korok appeared, but as the wind blew, a ghostly sound began to whistle through the hole in the stone.

Link stared at it, wondering why the dog had led him to it. He looked back at the dog, and saw it sitting in front of the stone with its eyes closed, listening to the sound. After a minute, the dog began to howl along with the wind. It matched the tone surprisingly well, and when it opened its eyes, it looked pointedly past Link toward the next hill beyond him.

Link followed its gaze, and saw a grey wolf standing at the peak of the hill. As soon as he saw it, the dog spun around and trotted back to the stable, leaving him behind. The wolf, however, looked him straight in the eye, then raised its head and began to howl in the same tone, so beautifully it seemed almost like a song.

Link didn’t know why he approached the wolf. He knew they were dangerous, but he felt no fear. Getting a better view as he reached the top of the hill, he saw that the wolf had a pattern on its forehead, and a broken chain around one paw. Something about it felt familiar, but he couldn’t place it. As he neared the animal, it crouched and pounced on him. Link wondered if he was about to die, but still he felt unafraid.

The moment the wolf touched him, his surroundings seemed to change. He found himself in a broad, bright white landscape with white hills in the distance. Link shook his head to clear it, and in front of him, he saw the wolf sitting on the ground. It howled again, and suddenly it transformed into a man, or something like a man—a skeletal figure with two glowing blue eyes, wearing a green tunic, chain mail, and a long green hat.

“Greetings, Hero of Legend,” said the figure. “I have brought you to a place of training, where I was once brought by the one who came before me, many years ago. He brought me here to learn seven hidden skills, which are vital to the quest of the Hero.”

Link blinked and stared at the figure, confused and overwhelmed, but interested.

“But as I have watched you,” the man continued, “I have observed that you have already mastered these skills, either through some forgotten training or through your own ingenuity. There is nothing of the sword for me to teach you.”

So why was he here, then?

“There is, however, one more skill that I must pass on to you. This skill was not learned from my predecessor; rather, I developed and perfected it myself. Yet I have found it to be as vital to the quest of a Hero as any other technique. The name of this hidden skill is . . . Dog Petting.”

Dog Petting?

“When you approach a dog, make sure you have at least one hand empty, preferably both. Squat or kneel down and rub the fur on the dog’s head, back, and sides. You may also scratch it behind its ears, and if it rolls over, you may rub its belly as well.”

Was that all there was to it?

“Now, try it on me!” The man transformed back into a wolf, trotted over to Link, and panted up at him. While the wolf was bigger and more regal than a dog, Link recognized the semblance of dogness in it felt the familiar longing in his heart.

He knelt on the ground, extended one hand, and cautiously touched the fur on the wolf’s head. The wolf bounced on its paws and spun in a circle, then returned to him. Link reached out both hands this time and buried them in the thick fur on the wolf’s neck.

This was it. Never had he felt anything so beautiful. He leaned his head toward the wolf, wrapping his arms around it and running his fingers through the fur on its back and sides. It put its paws on his shoulders and licked him in the face, then rolled over and let him rub its white belly. Link was in absolute bliss.

After what must have been the best few minutes of Link’s life so far, the wolf stood up, stepped away from him, and howled once more. It turned back into a skeletal man, and Link rose to his feet.

“Excellent,” said the man. “You have learned the hidden skill of Dog Petting. Go now, and pet dogs. They will fill you with joy and refresh your spirit, and you will do the same to them. Farewell, Hero.”

The white landscape faded, and Link found himself alone on the green hilltop. With his heart about to burst, he ran down the hill and back toward the stable, whistling for the dog that was now running around the stable yard.

He was going to pet every dog in Hyrule. Every single one.

#loz fanfiction #the legend of zelda #breath of the wild #tears of the kingdom #twilight princess #let link pet dogs

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