#you set my heart ablaze

[magnus-rhymes-with-swagness]

running around in circles. nimona and ballister. do you get it. she wakes up from a nightmare and immediately calms down when he comforts her because she trusts him. he quite literally jumps off a balcony because he knows she’ll catch him. she tells him what shapeshifting feels like. lets him bandage her leg. he’s absolutely overjoyed when he sees her again at the end. he goes from rejecting her to accepting her to begging her to come back to rejoicing when she does. not only does she come back to life but she comes back to HIM. to her HOME. SHE FINDS HIM AGAIN IN ANOTHER LIFETIME. SHE GOES BACK TO HIM ON PURPOSE. DO YOU GET IT.

#nimona #ballister blackheart #ballister boldheart #nimona movie #nimona netflix #nimona 2023 #nd stevenson #my words #CHEWING ON PLYWOOD #sorry i’m incapable of talking about nimona in my inside voice it will happen again #all she ever wanted was a home and a friend and he was just that 😭😭😭 #they trust each other so much…… #i like the book ending too but the movie ending is just so much more soft and forgiving #how could anyone say it was anti-climactic there was literally adrenaline pumping through my body #heart pounding edge of my seat every nerve set ablaze barely keeping it together #anyway nimona clearly Did Something to my brain lmao #go read it and then watch it you won’t regret it!!!!!!!!!! #this is scheduled btw (i Think i have the best posting times for this fandom figured out) #nimona spoilers

[arrowsperpetualcringe]

just watched Rengoku's death for the first time

despite being spoiled and knowing he was gonna die, I still fucking rooted for him.

And then his last words?

His actual death?

Literally cried /srs

and not just like a single tear, my ass had TEARS STREAMING, RESTRAINING MYSELF FROM SOBBING CAUSE IT'S 1 AM

#if you are feeling disheartened that you are some how not enough... set your heart ablaze #bring him back NOW. #BRING HIM BACK NOW!!! #he is literally the entire reason i picked demon slayer back up and im putting it right tf back down my heart hurts #rambling #demon slayer #rengoku kyojuro

[teamfreewill56-blog]

He’s so beautiful but so expensive but I want him 😭😭😭😭

#kyojuro rengoku #flame hashira #flame pillar #rengoku kyōjurō #set your heart ablaze #demon slayer #demon slayer mugen train #Kaname and Kyojuro #it’s my favorite picture #why must you be so much

[ninjakitty2988]

Chapter 15 you are my sunshine

Minor smut lots of fluff and anguish.

Kyojuro scoops you up off the engawa carefully so he doesn't wake you up. You're still sleeping peacefully now in his strong arms resting your head on his pectoral. Uzui whispers "awww look at sleeping beauty in your arms, you know she would have made an excellent wife Rengoku, I mean she's beautiful, kind and strong!" Kyojuro's cheeks are set aflame to the top of his ears! "She's a great cook. My mother taught her everything she knew and she's also been taught to sew! She's got a few hobbies. She's quite the talented lady".

 Tengan answers "So then, Rengoku, when you propose to her I want to be the best man. I make this wedding flashy. After all, I am the god of festivals!" Kyojuro clears his throat yet still blushes "slow down their friend one step at a time, she's precious to me I want to take it steady not rush into marriage! I don't want to frighten my sunflower off!" 

Uzui nods "well my buddy I will always be there if you need me with anything that goes for your lady too!" Kyojuro grins "you too my friend". They both go their separate ways, Uzui has gone back to his three wives, and Kyojuro is carrying your sleeping form to his sleeping quarters. Shinobu walks around the halls looking for you to check how you are recovering, she spots you both "ah I see she's asleep that's good, it means she's resting as she should be if you don't mind Rengoku just place her down on your bed for the meantime while I give her a check-up!" He asked if she could open his door and she grinned "no worries Rengoku I can open my door please as you can see you have your hands occupied".  

He walks in and gently places you down softly on the bed. Shinobu pulls up the leg of your hakama trousers to get access to your thigh, she checks you over. Kyojuro didn't look away like last time but he was hoping that your wound had healed up. Shinobi calmly smiles "she's able to attend rehabilitation training now, she's healed up nicely it won't leave much of a scar it won't be noticeable! Now Rengoku, it's not like your regular intense training! Just she needs to get her legs working again. How about just swinging the training sword in the morning and how about you running and she catches you in the afternoon then the opposite way you catch her!" 

He put his hand under his chin and hummed "all right Kocho if they are the conditions then I will abide by them". She pulls the leg of your hakama down and grins "enjoy your night Rengoku and take care of her". He turns around "wait how did you know we are?" She responded, "you don't need to be the love pillar to know! It's written all over your face!" He beams "I see, it's that obvious, well I yes it's all true we are in love with another, she sets my heart ablaze". She stands towards the door "well then Rengoku, and good evening." He nods "good evening kocho". She walks down the hall towards her office.

 Kyojuro shuts the door to his quarters and takes off his haroi and covers you just so you feel cold while you sleep a little while longer. He glanced at you lovingly and he decided to take a bath himself. He picked clean yukata and clean fundoshi soaps that smell masculine, which he wanted to use for the bath. He took his hinoki bucket and made his way down to the bath house in the HQ. Aoi already has been in to run the bath for the next person.

 He added some more heat to the bath! Kyojuro likes the water to be scolding only hot enough for himself to handle. He got undressed out of his uniform and tossed it aside in a pile, he will pick his dirty washing up later to be washed. He's fully exposed head to toe and squatted on a wooden stool to scrub himself clean with the soap that smells like bergamot and spices before he gets into the bath. He Crouched down to drop a bucket of hot water over the top of his head to wash the suds off his toned physique. He steps into the bathtub, the water still scalding hot, unleashing a sigh of comfort, as he leans back his shoulders in the water. Kyojuro isn't the one to spend so long in a bath long enough for his fingers and toes to not get wrinkly like you but he does spend a little while longer knowing you're ok in his bed dozing peacefully. 

After some time just enough for Kyojuro to feel like he's relaxed he gets out wrapping the towel around his hips, water running down his sternum, his skin feeling smooth and smelling pristine and masculine. He towel dried his golden blonde hair with the crimson tips of hair all over the place. He proceeds to dry his body off and wears a clean fundoshi. Pulling his arms through the plain red yukata wearing it loosely around his chest and wrapping the black thin obi belt around the hips neatly. He smiles feeling rejuvenated and ready for the evening. Kyojuro walked through the halls towards his sleeping quarters, only to find you curled wrapped around his haroi around your body making his heart swell with elation! 

He walks up towards you and strokes your soft hair, he kisses the top of your head causing you to stir. Your eyelids flutter open, you are very dazed and unsure how you managed to get into another room. The last thing you remember is you were reading a book on the engawa! You sit up quickly and take a look around the room and still can not make out where you are. You look down at your legs and notice a familiar flame haroi! Kyojuro softly says "my love, you're in my quarters, you fell asleep on the engawa and I brought you back here to sleep." You look at Kyojuro your eyes half open "oh that's how I got here" you pick up his haroi and sniff it he looks perplexed "what are you doing sunflower?" You smile sweetly "it smells like you!"

He chuckles and shifts towards you, you get a waft of his scent, you know he's been in the bath and he smells incredible. You are awake now and you quiz him "how was training with Tengan? Did all that extra energy burn off and how was your bath?" Kyojuro laughs "enthusiastic I see! Well training was great and yes I did "burn" all that energy off, well almost and yes my bath was simply great just what I needed after training". You stretch out your body raising your chest and yawn "you smell nice kyo I just want to inhale you all night long!" He chuckles and kisses your hand "thanks sunflower it's the soap".

He quizzes you "I need to ask you something. How is it you have the flame chronicles?" You respond "back when we were living in the Rengoku estate, I umm wrote all the books of the flame chronicles from word to word. Your father Shinjuro Rengoku kindly let me read the books to me and then as I finished the writing I bonded the pages I wrote out together, with glue and leather!" Kyojuro looks flabbergasted and wordless, his eyes wide open "you did all that on your own all of the flame chronicles, I am in awe of you so much I believe you are more talented than you understand, Your skills have no boundaries!" 

Your cheeks instantly flare up not making any eye contact with him, "thank you kyo, I- ummm I don't know what to s..say". He lifts your face with his fingers under your chin, you have no choice but to look at his flame orbs. You swallow nervously he leans in closer to your face till your nose touches his and pulls you on his lap straddling him with his large hands under your bum cheeks. He gives you a peck on your lips so softly. Kyojuro looks at you with his eyes filled with affection.

 You cup his cheek with your hand, he slightly leans his head in your hand, closing his eyes you smile and then he lifts his hand in yours, he opens his eyes, removes your hand from his face and leans in for another kiss but this time is intenser and extended, he's clutching his hands on your bum you moan scantily! You both break the kiss he gazes at you "have a little more confidence for yourself my little flame you are gifted with such potential and creativity". 

You nod shyly feeling the heat on your bum through your clothing. "Okay I will do my best and if you ever want to read the flame chronicles you're more than welcome to help yourself." He kisses your cheek "you have my thanks my sunflower, my father never seems to let go of the flame chronicles! I don't know how you managed it, you know how much he's changed since my mother died. He's in so much anguish, he must have a soft spot for you!" You know all too well how that feels the trauma of losing a loved family member! You never get over it, just learn to cope with it. Some days are ok, some are not great! Kyojuro must find it hard some days too. Senjuro was too young to even remember his mother, that must have broken his heart. He gets a lot of abuse from his father when you're not around. It makes you truly angry. Feeling guilty that you wanted to see them both again, you're going to make an effort to visit them both. You know Kyojuro would wish to come along. You truly have missed the Rengoku residence.

 You ponder in deep thought "I am taking a guess it's because of my past I am not sure? I am sorry, my flame". 

You remove yourself from his lap, and Kyojuro stands up and looks at you with deep concern and feeling a ping of guilt he thinks he's stepped over the mark."Are you ok? I didn't mean to upset you, please forgive me!" You hug Kyojuro to reassure him, "it's not your fault! I want you to share your bad hardships with me just as much as I do with you, I don't want you to bottle it up. Also, I want you to keep being you! Don't ever let anyone smite what makes you! Kyojuro, you are my favourite flame. I want to protect you just as much as you protect me! His heart ignites "oh my, such meaningful words come from your soul, I love you so much my little flame! I am glad we have each other. I am so honoured to call you mine!" Kyojuro hugs you tightly planting your face in his pectorals and kisses the top of your head. You let out a muffled "love you so much too kyo!"

 "Ah by the way Kocho came in when you were slumbering. She gave you the clear to start your rehabilitation training tomorrow but with me! She has given me strict instructions for me not to be so intense!" You look at him, and he beams! You smile sweetly "yes at last". He looks at you and winks " I see your heart is set ablaze!" You hide your face in his chest, he chuckles, your stomach has butterflies in it," Kyojuro certainly knows how to get you flustered! He quizzes you "are you hungry? I am sure I am famished, let's go get dinner!" He knots your fingers in yours and leads you to go and get an evening meal!

 Walking into the room where you sat down for breakfast still holding hands, Uzui, Mitsuri, Obanai who is sitting next to Mitsuri! Obanai is as sharp spoken as ever "Rengoku just in time for dinner." Kyojuro nods while sitting down next to Mitsuri "always on time for food". You laugh and sit down in the middle of Kyojuro and Uzui "it's true he loves his food!" Obanai looks at you sternly "ah I believe you are feeling well now! You nod "yes I believe so!" He nods "good!" 

Food is set out in a bowl of udon with seasonal vegetables cooked in traditional broth that contains mirin, soy sauce sugar and a pinch of salt along with seasoned beef with egg kamaboko and Negi. You look at the bowl of udon and you pick up your chopsticks, you take a bite of seasoned beef and eat quietly finding the food delicious, however, Kyojuro as usual with every bite he took shouted was tasty! Uzui looks at you, you just shrug your shoulders "I know what you're gonna say, yes I find it comforting with kyo shouting tasty."

 Uzui puts his hands on his chin grinning You knew by his face he was about to tease you or the both of you! "kyo huh! What other names do you call him Hot lips, darling, my love or is it flame daddy?" You look at Uzui with a stoic expression, Kyojuro coughs his cheeks burning at the last nickname! "Tengan my friend, she just calls me Kyo and my flame". Uzui queries his friend "So Rengoku I have heard you call her my little flame and sunflower and sunshine, would you call her flame Princess?!" You decide to get your own back feeling very flushed "Tengan that was not very flamboyant of you!" Uzui stops teasing you. Obanai snickers "Tengan, you asked for that one, I can see why Mitsuri is fond of you y/n You are a great individual. You nod "thanks Igruo". 

After eating dinner you feel nourished and you look at Kyojuro "now that was tasty!" He gives you a proud expression "yes indeed it was TASTY!" You just giggle lightly. It's quite late into the night, Obanai already left without a word, Mitsuri already tucked up in her futon, you stretch and stand up. "I think I am gonna go to bed, I got to be up in the morning." Uzui lifts his sake cup "yeah erm good night y/n..sorry sweetheart..I was just taunting my buddy". You grin "I know Kyojuro he got into a flustered mess. I've never seen him so red, if I did call him flame daddy I think I better run for it he..umm well he would have me for sure!" 

You begin to blush at the idea and swallow hard! Kyojuro sees it and keeps his thoughts to himself. You wished Uzui a good night and your beloved Kyojuro. He stands up a few seconds after "Tengan, I am off to sleep myself, see you tomorrow morning my friend". Uzui nods "ok buddy, hold on what would happen if she did call you flame daddy?" Kyojuro clears his throat "well she would have to find out, however, it's late and I gotta do my little flames rehabilitation training tomorrow, good night my friend". 

Kyojuro catches you up in the halls, he wraps his strong arms around your waist, leans his head towards you and whispers in your ear, the tips of his hair tickling your neck. "Little flame, would you like to stay in my sleeping quarters? We could snuggle up together." The thought of you enveloped his scent, his heat. Feeling his torso close to yours his legs tangled, with the touch of his hand bound around your hips caressing you making you bite the underneath of your lip. You nod "okay I will just get changed in my quarters" you struggle to move "kyo my flame can you remove your hands?" 

He glances towards you and lets go. "my apologies, my sunflower". You lightly giggle "it's ok".

You walk to your sleeping quarters and yawn. You start to undress down to your underwear, you find a yukata for sleeping in and wrap it around your body. You take the hair tie out of your hair letting it fall freely around the frame of your face. You close the door to your quarters and walk down the hall where Kyojuro is waiting for you. "Ah, ready for sleep, my sunflower?" You yawn "yes most definitely my dear kyo!" He walks towards you and hugs you "it seems you're tired come on let's go to bed". 

#demon slayer #kimitsu no yaiba #rengoku kyojuro #flame pillar #flame hashira #kny rengoku #kimetsu no yaiba #kyojuro x you #kny kyojuro #rengoku fluff #rengoku #demon slayer rengoku #demon slayer x reader #kyojuro rengoku x reader #my works #my fic #my writing #kyojuro fluff #whattup midnight rengoku club #set your heart ablaze

[maebymine]

the little girl who loved school and learning to deep rooted loathing for academia pipeline

#if you never finished high school you're not hopeless or stupid #if you didnt go to college youre not pathetic and dumb #if you chose to follow a different path than the one they all keep forcing us to go down on youre brave and i admire you #im so tired of learning and it's actually breaking my heart #its like being set ablaze and then having others tell you its your fault because you keep fanning the flames #i need oxygen to breathe; the fire will grow #this is a vent btw nothing's going to change #maybe they beat us up so we're too tired to change them #cant believe this is the only life im ever going to live

[lover-cook]

Sometimes I forget how evident it is the types of characters I gravitate towards f/o wise like. Romantic, Platonic, Familial, no matter what their are certain characters I tend to feel that connection with that tend to have a visualization or connection to one of four things You've got The Sun/Day - Sun, Gojo, Jackie, Nemona, Astrid, Luffy, Shanks, Wukong, Mari The Moon/Night/Stars - Moondrop, Cassandra, Howl, Stardust Cookie, Moonlight Cookie, Stardust Cookie, Luna, Nebula, Carol, Jim, Arvin, Silver, Giovanni, Mihawk The Fire - Sanji, Red Son, Axel, Capsaicin Cookie, Ember, Mei, Ace, Toriel, Asgore The Neurodiverce - Axel, N, Metal Sonic, Thistle Whistle, Link, Robin, Hifumi, Penny, Tails, Sunny/Omori, Mihawk

Like. I can't complain but it's kind of funny how frequently these kinds of characters are ones I look at and have interest in sknglkndsk

#ollie musings #☀️sunnyside up🌈 #🌥️a world of our creation🩵 #🌸smile so much our cheeks hurt🍫 #🌕moon and stars✨ #💎i love all the light that is within you⚔️ #🌟looking for you in every universe💖 #🪻all that glitters💫 #🌙dream a little dream of me🍪 #✨i fell in love with the mare in the moon🌕 #🚀the equation of love💛 #🌟you're something out of a dream🎆 #💕a dish made with love🥘 #🔥spice of life💕 #❤️i've got you memorized🗝️ #❤️‍🔥eternal flame baby💀 #🌺you set my heart ablaze🧡 #♟️you’re as strange as me🎡 #💙jumpstart my heart⚡️ #🪁you make me just a little bit braver🎶 #platonic #🏆battle buddies #🎇unmapped stars #🥪come on now we found every herba mystica we can do anything! #🐉dragon horse bestie #💣besties through time #🌷 for the record i trust you #🖊️my go to muse #📱more in common than you'd think #familial

[canon-can-fight-me]

Some headcanons for some F/Os that I post about less but are in my head often:

It’s long so I put it under the cut:

- When Alha.itham and Rina start dating, he invites her to his house a lot more to hang out. Originally, Ka.veh is annoyed at this because Rina starts eating some of his snacks (Al.haitham told her it was okay). So he didn’t like her at first, but then one time she actually defended him against Hai.tham so now they’re cool with each other. Also, Hai.tham brings Rina to the tavern when he hangs out with Tigh.nari and Cy.no, who both caught on that they were dating before Rina even said anything about it.

(I should post about Rina and Kav.eh’s friendship more often, I actually love their dynamic)

- It’s actually canon (from GB2) that Eg.on didn’t grow up with any toys save for part of a slinky he straightened. Meanwhile, Kaiyo grew up with a vivid imagination and her fair share of toys growing up. As adults, they help each other expand and grow, as Eg.on teaches her about science and encourages her to learn despite her insistence that she’s “not a genius like him”. He finds her intelligent in her own right and never talks down to her. Similarly, Kaiyo is one of the few people where Eg.on feels comfortable being a little sillier around her since she’s doubly silly and they kind of round each other out in that way, and make each other better.

- One time when Bei.dou left for one of her trips, she accidentally left her coat behind for one Rina had gifted her for Lantern Rite. Rina was quick to take advantage and ended up wearing it often to work, to dinner, etc. Sometimes, Bei.dou actually does let Rina wear it instead of her because she looks cute in it.

- You know that training wooden post Deh.ya has? In the arc.hon quest she mentioned that she knows every mark she’s ever made on it. Except one. One time while training she was caught off guard when she saw a little heart carved into the wood. I wonder who did that…

- Being the only member of TBB who is female besides Ome.ga, she and Kaiyo have a lot of bonding time where Kaiyo often takes her out to do more “girly” things the others either understand or try to but just don’t quite grasp. On one such occasion the two returned having bought two different dresses which they were wearing when they returned. Ome.ga came back first, to which Hun.ter said “that’s a nice dress, Ome.ga. Did Kaiyo buy it for you?” “Yep! She also bought one for herself, look!” He looked up to see Kaiyo’s dress and got flustered as he had never seen her outside of her usual work wear. Ome.ga teased him about his reaction for days.

- Kaiyo is fond of sketching, and often likes to do it when not on a mission, training, or bugging any of the guys. She once noticed that Te.ch was particularly engrossed in fixing something that he hadn’t noticed her come in. So she sat down and sketched him for an entire hour until finally he looked up and noticed her there. “Oh. How long have you been there?” She smiled and showed him the sketch. “Long enough to make this.” He adjusted his goggles. “Impressive. You have quite the talent…” Te.ch keeps the sketch in his room and looks at it from time to time. Not because it’s of him, but because Kaiyo drew it for him.

- The way Kaiyo and Vincent speak is night and day. Vincent is always very formal, Kaiyo more casual unless the situation calls for it. To his annoyance, Kaiyo uses “slang terms” because she knows it irritates him. Eugene thinks it’s funny. This was all fine until at a meeting he slipped up and used said word and embarrassed himself. Maybe he spends too much time around her…maybe this is exactly what she wanted.

#[r]: a study in attraction 🍃 #[r]: most competent traitor 🖤 #[r]: i just called to say i love you 🧪 #[r]: her home on the shore ⚓️ #[r:] setting my heart ablaze ❤️‍🔥 #[r]: interest in you: 100% 🖲️ #[r]: a one of a kind romance ☠️

[jhope-brainrot]

i think. watching jhope's MAMA 2022 performance healed the part of me that died when i realized Arson was the last song in jitb.

the simple switching of order between Arson and Future made such an impact in the narrative. while the album ended in destruction and ruin, the performance ended with hope and healing and eagerness for the future.

#in a way i hope this reflects jhope's growth as well #i felt. his exhaustion and endless hard work put into jitb. and when you get through it all... yea you'll want to set it all ablaze. end it #but now he's had some time and can return to that healing hopeful outlook. #dont get me wrong Future is so senti and makes me sad but in a good way? #idk i was expecting a different ending song for jitb bc it felt so out of character for him to end it on That Note #believe me i love arson with all my heart but idk i was hoping for something more to close out the narrative of the album #the ending of jitb made me a little sad for him as a result. i didnt want him to feel like thats where his narrative had to end #while this? this performance? #yeah #im feeling healed today fam #i hope he is too #jhope #jung hoseok #my ramblings #jitb #mama 2022 #words

[thefunniestguy]

THE . THE CONSTANT REFERENCES TO RENGOKU ......

#tanjiro fighting daki . when he tries to use flame breathing #and the . set your heart ablaze :((((( #i miss himmmmmm ..... #also while im talking about rengoku just #the . the little thing where the hashira give their opinions on each other #and no one had anything bad to say ahout rengoku . and rengoku was kind in his words about the others #what a good guy :((( /pos #absolutely love characters who are just . purely just . 'a good guy' like him . and elliot nightray . and kou minamoto #BUT THIS IS ABOUT RENGOKU . I LOVE RENGOKU #ALSO UHHH ON THE TOPIC OF HIM #I KEEP THINKING ABOUT HIS QUOTE ABOUT 'BEING HUMAN' . thats one of my favorite quotes ever . loooooove quotes or stories or arcs that #go into like . 'what it means to be human' that sorta thing . i dont CARE if it gets sappy . make me feel happy to be here idc man <33 #ough looking up the quote ive realized he has sooooo many good ones ... #BUT THE HUMAN QUOTE . he says (unsure if this is exact but im trusting google ig) #'growing old and dying is what gives meaning and beauty to the fleeting span of a human life' . GOSH . something about it made me wanna cry #and still does :(( #/pos #BUT ALSO HIS . #'go ahead and live with your head held high. no matter how devastated you may be by your own weakness or uselessness' IS GOOD TOO #holds him gently in the palm of my hand

[chocopokkie]

Alastor x Fem! Reader Getting Caught in the Act NSFW

It was one of those rare moments when you and Alastor found yourselves alone in the bustling chaos of the Hotel. Amidst fulfilling various requests for Charlie, Vaggie, and other residents, you two managed to steal away into Alastor's room. As the door closed behind you, a hush settled over the room, filled only with the crackling of distant fires and the occasional echo of laughter from the lobby.

In the dim light filtering through the curtains, Alastor's crimson eyes gleamed with a playful spark as he moved on top of you on his bed, his presence casting a captivating aura around him. You felt the weight of his gaze as he reached out to gently brush a strand of hair from your face.

"Oh, my sweet doe," he murmured, his voice a velvet caress against your skin. "It seems I've been neglecting you. However, can I make it up to you?" His breath danced across your lips, sending a shiver down your spine as he leaned in, his hands lightly restraining yours, pinning them down on either side of your head.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you met his gaze, the intensity of his stare igniting a fierce longing within you. "Alastor," you breathed, the sound barely a whisper in the stillness of the room. "Just being here with you is enough."

But he shook his head, a mischievous glint flickering in his eyes. "Nonsense, my dear. I intend to spoil you thoroughly," he replied, his voice low and husky with promise. "Tell me, what is it that you desire?" His lips curved into a smirk, a challenge glinting in his gaze as he awaited your response.

"I want you..." you said, your voice barely above a whisper, the words tinged with a mixture of desire and uncertainty.

"I'm sorry, my dear, I don't think I heard you!" Alastor teased, his tone playful yet tinged with a hint of mischief. "I can't give you what you want unless you properly tell me." Crimson eyes dancing with amusement as he awaited your response, his hands still gently holding yours in place, the warmth of his touch sending a wave of anticipation coursing through you.

"Please... I want y-you!" you say, your voice now laced with more confidence, the words spilling forth from your lips with a newfound determination.

"There we go! Now, was that so hard?" Alastor chuckled, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes as he savored your response.

You roll your eyes at his condescending tone, a smirk playing on your lips as you meet his gaze with defiance. But before you can retort, he leans down, his lips capturing yours in a passionate kiss. The world around you fades into oblivion as you lose yourself in the intoxicating sensation of his touch, the heat of his embrace enveloping you in a blissful haze.

His hands leave yours and roam around your body, tracing every curve and contour with a feather-light touch that sends shivers down your spine. There's an urgency in his movements, a hunger that matches your own, as he explores every inch of your being with a reverence that leaves you breathless. His burning touch sets your body ablaze with a newfound arousal you hadn't felt in a while, igniting a fire within you that threatens to consume all reason and restraint. Each caress, each whispered promise, only serves to fuel the flames of desire that rage between you.

Alastor wastes no time in removing your clothes, his movements swift, as if he had been longing for this moment as much as you. "Oh, little fawn, you're so perfect," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble of appreciation as he admires your naked form, his intense gaze tracing every curve and contour with a hunger that sets your skin ablaze. You feel exposed beneath his penetrating stare, a flush of heat rising to your cheeks as you squirm beneath him, overwhelmed by the intensity of his gaze.

His hands reach lower to your nether regions, his touch sending sparks of electricity dancing across your skin as he slides a finger over your folds, already sopping wet with anticipation. "My, my dear, already this wet for me?" he teases, his voice dripping with amusement and arousal as he revels in the sight before him.

"Shut-shut up," you retort breathlessly, your words barely coherent as desire clouds your mind and steals your breath away. But any further protest is lost as he dips a finger inside of you, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through your veins. With agonizing slowness, he begins to pump his finger in and out of you, each movement deliberate and measured, drawing out the exquisite torture of anticipation.

"How rude you are, maybe I should stop?" he threatens darkly, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes as his smile widens, teasing you with the prospect of withholding his touch.

"NO! Okay, I'm sorry!" you say loudly, desperation lacing your voice as you realize the gravity of your words. Panic floods your senses as he removes his fingers from your dripping core, leaving you achingly empty, the absence of his touch a cruel reminder of the pleasure denied.

"Alright then, let me hear you then," he says absentmindedly, his fingers deftly unzipping his pants before pulling out his hard cock, the sight leaving you breathless with anticipation.

"Huh? Hear what?" you reply, a knot of apprehension forming in the pit of your stomach as you pray that he wouldn't say what you think he's going to say.

"Beg for it, my dear," he states firmly, his voice laced with expectation as he gazes down at you, waiting for your response. "I need to hear you beg before I give you anything." The challenge in his eyes sends a thrill of excitement coursing through you, mingled with a sense of vulnerability as you contemplate what he's asking of you.

"P-please.." you mumble quietly, your face flushing with embarrassment as you struggle to voice your desires.

"Please what?" he quips back in a teasing tone, his gaze lingering on you expectantly. "Say it properly or you get nothing."

"Please, Alastor, I need you to fuck me," you finally manage to articulate, the words tumbling from your lips in a desperate plea.

Finally hearing what he wanted, Alastor lets out a low chuckle, his amusement evident in the glint of his eyes. "That's my good girl~" he purrs, his voice sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine.

Before you can fully comprehend his words, he moves driving himself into you with a sharp thrust that steals the breath from your lungs, plunging you into a whirlwind of ecstasy and desire.

"That's it, that's my good girl taking me so well~," he mutters, his voice a low growl of satisfaction as he continues to thrust in and out of you with a delicious pace, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

With each powerful thrust, he delves deeper, his hips meeting yours in a rhythmic dance of desire that threatens to consume you both. You cling to him desperately, lost in the intoxicating haze of pleasure as he drives you to the brink of ecstasy and beyond.

Suddenly, the door opens without any warning, and in strides Vaggie, "Alastor, Charlie needs your help with- OH WHAT THE FUCK," she exclaims, her voice trailing off as her eyes widen in disbelief at the sight before her.

"I-I, we uh," you stammer, desperately trying to find the right words to explain yourselves, but before you can utter another syllable, Alastor beats you to it. "Don't you know it's rude to enter without permission?" he growls menacingly, his crimson eyes flashing with irritation as an ominous red "X" appears on his forehead.

As quick as Vaggie had interrupted, she was gone, swallowed up by black tendrils that wrapped around her, pulling her out of the room with a forceful yank and slamming the door shut with a resounding bang, the lock clicking into place.

"Now, where were we~" Alastor purrs, his gaze shifting back to you with a hunger that sends a thrill of anticipation coursing through your veins, the interruption only serving to heighten the intensity of the moment.

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[baeshijima]

— hsr men in a royalty au

INCLUDES : blade ; dan heng ; gepard ; jing yuan ; luocha ; sampo + gn!reader

A/N : what started off as a duke!blade word vomit became a hsr royalty au brain dump. sighs. also once again pushing my knight!reader agenda bc the lack of royalty aus with knight!reader is criminal.

genshin ver.

imagine you're the personal guard for emperor!jing yuan, picked by his hand when he was still just a mere crown prince learning the ropes of what it meant to rule an empire. in truth, there's not much for you to do other than stand close behind when in public settings or indulge in his whimsical nature when in private and within the confines of the palace walls. in spite of that, you can't help but to wonder whether it's necessary to be his partner when he practises ballroom dances, despite never actually dancing in the banquets. well, who are you to question your duties, right?

there is no destination without a journey; jing yuan would know this best. having been thrust onto a pedestal from young, he's witnessed more types of people than he can count on his fingers: those who act nice in order to gain, those whose eyes cannot hide their contempt, those who are kind out of fear, those who act on behalf of others, those who hold respect without ulterior motives... he has seen them all. his view of the world grew dull, the predictability of those around him bringing only disappointment to the young heir. the days passed in a blur with nothing of note, other than a lingering emptiness which kept him awake at night and a passion which only emerges when sparring with his instructor. and so when he was told it was time to choose a personal knight after countless assassination attempts, he trudged through the halls with poise ingrained into his stride and a blank gaze reflecting his thoughts. but when he arrived at the training grounds to oversee the potential candidates his attention was immediately seized by another, his usually stagnant heart thundering. for the first time in his life, jing yuan discovered what it meant to want something as he watched you strike your training sword against your opponent, his world bursting into colours he never knew existed before then.

jing yuan sometimes finds himself envying those who can dance without care at banquets. he has an image to maintain in front of his people while you tend to be a stickler for this kind of thing, often refusing a dance in favour of maintaining your post. he supposes it's fine if you're both together, despite the numerous times he's imagined what it would be like to dance with you in front of everyone, as opposed to the privacy of the palace under the guise of “not becoming rusty”. but as he casts his gaze over to where you rest, having fallen asleep after a particularly thrilling game of starchess with your body tucked within the protective embrace of his ever-dutiful lion, he finds himself engraving moments like these into his memory and filing them away to look back on when nights to himself become a little too lonely for his liking. it's one of the many sides to you which only jing yuan has been privy to; one of which he takes immense pride in and vows to shelter from the danger which lurks around every corner.

(he will never let you know how your bright eyes is what set his once monotonous life ablaze in colour all those years ago — the aloof crown prince utterly besotted with a starry-eyed rookie knight. he will also never let slip how he still thinks back on the warmth he felt when you took his trembling, slumped form in your arms after he fought his stricken teacher all those years ago, the aftereffects of your touch still lingering on his skin even to this day.)

despite being duty-bound beside the impish emperor, there are times where you, too, are in need of some peace away from his scheming mind and watchful eyes. in these moments, you find yourself finding respite within the royal library built into the palace, a stack of books typically used as your makeshift pillow. and even if librarian!dan heng gives you a death stare from his designated place, you know he appreciates your company when he drapes a blanket over your shoulders and replaces the book pile with a cushion or two. although, you can’t shake off the feeling you’ve seen him from somewhere before…

for as long as he can remember, dan heng has always been on the run. from what? he’s not even sure anymore; it has been that long. it is but a mere shadow, a phantom which haunts him under the glowing sun and the gleaming moon. he can run — run until his body is weak and heavy with fatigue — but he can never hide, for it follows close behind and lurks around unseen corners. as unnerving as it may be, he has grown used to the chilling gaze and staying on edge. after all, no matter how far he runs, no matter how hard he tries to blend in, there is no escaping a shadow. maybe that is why he felt a churning sensation stir in his gut when he first met the emperor to discuss his newly appointed position as the librarian, whose gaze held an unfamiliar sheen of conflict veiled behind an amiable disposition upon making eye contact. amidst the eyes of the sun held a glint of familiarity, one which dan heng couldn’t put his finger on the longer he dwelled on the thought.

dan heng didn’t know what to expect when he first met you; you, the personal guard handpicked by jing yuan himself. with all the duties he’s sure keeps you busy, it wouldn’t surprise him if he never met you past the glimpses he catches here and there when in official spaces. perhaps that is why it came as such a surprise when you stumbled into the library one day, all bleary-eyed and attempting to stifle your yawns, and he could only watch in a daze as you pulled out a random set of books from the shelves, plop yourself down at the nearest table, set the books on the surface and slam your head atop the pile, your soft snores filling the once-quiet room. dan heng wasn’t sure how long he sat there staring at you for, but it was long enough to wake you up and inform you of the library’s closing hour when the day’s hues bled into the night. what he thought would be a one-time thing soon became a regular occurrence — a routine — and he has become accustomed to your unceremonious visits and wonderful laughter and draping the blanket he now keeps under his desk over your slumbering form and admiring your peaceful expression over the rim of his novel. it’s come to a point where he can no longer imagine a life without it; without you.

(sometimes he wonders whether you enjoy the time spent with him as much as he does with you, in which he cannot help but to compare himself to the emperor you have pledged your life and devoted your loyalty to. amidst those thoughts, dan heng finds himself hoping you would favour him over the shine of the empire’s revered sun.)

royal guard captain!gepard is someone you have always admired, ever since you were just a rookie knight trying to prove your worth amongst a sea of prodigal candidates like him. he is kind as he is strong, a formidable ally and a terrifying foe. however, you can't help but wonder whether you’ve done something to offend him, what with the way he sometimes avoids you if you happen to bump into each other amidst the palace grounds and speedwalks in the opposite direction with hasty apologies trailing behind him.

the landau dukedom. it is known for its military prowess and defending the borders, but infamous for the strict duke landau. as well-respected he may be by the nobles of the court, gepard only knows a strict man more like a superior than a father. it wouldn’t be a lie to say duke landau was just that; a superior — a teacher, one who viewed his children as either heir candidates or a foundation to bolster the territory’s military power. while it may be a strict method, the respect gepard holds for his father is undeniable, feuling his desire to make him proud and carry out his teaching in the name of the honourable landau duchy. he stuck to harsh training regimens, endured countless trials of tactics and wit, witnessed his elder sister begin to refute against their father’s suffocating hold upon returning from the academy, watched as she left the duchy to have control over her own life with a promise to keep in touch with him and their youngest sister. these moments were fleeting, passing in a blur until he entered the ranks of the elite, eventually promoted to captain as he remained steadfast in defending the borders.

it took gepard countless sleepless nights tossing and turning in his bed and a highly amused serval laughing at his predicament to finally understand his feelings for you. love was an unfamiliar concept to him. he knew of camaraderie between fellow knights (which was what he assumed he felt for you, but just a bit more… intense?) and familial bonds between family, so this new experience of his heart palpitating, hands clamming up, words stuck in his throat and an incessant heat clinging to his cheeks was unfamiliar, thus his avoidance. though that didn’t sit well with him, as a longing ache only seemed to replace it instead. and so, despite the apparent awkward flair his body language carried, gepard decided to follow his heart when it came to matters pertaining to you. he quickly came to discover your likes and dislikes, your miniscule habits when practising swordsmanship, the subtle cues you display when uncomfortable, the smile you showed upon seeing something you liked and the grin you displayed upon besting him in a duel. they were all segments which made up the very being you are, and the pieces which fit within his heart to establish this newfound love he holds for you.

(as your direct superior there are many things he notices when watching from the sidelines. among many, the one which stands out are the eyes which follow you — some gaze at you with envy, others regard you with awe, but there are a few which regard you in the same adoration he does. love and jealousy were never something gepard thought he would experience; not until he met you.)

with your role as one of the empire’s royal knights and the emperor’s personal guard, it comes as no surprise to be inflicted with injuries of varying severities. as a result, you are well-acquainted with royal physician!luocha through your numerous visits. you’ve come to find his pleasant visuals and soothing voice does wonders to heal your fatigue, even if he does tend to go a little overboard in his lectures when you come to him with less-than-fine wounds.

being able to wield elements and being able to use divine powers are two different things; one is widely accepted, the other is not. at least, that’s the case in the xianzhou empire. those born with the ability to use divine powers have fled into hiding, unwilling to be outcasted — or worse, executed — for being afflicted with the cursed power of the divinity. as such, having lived the majority of his life in concealment, luocha is no stranger to hiding his abilities. curse or blessing, it’s an irrevocable part of him. still, he didn’t want to stop helping others the way the nature of his powers could. and so he resorted to learning medicine. he soon became a renowned travelling doctor sought after for his vast knowledge, all of which garnered the attention of the emperor when he stopped by in the capital and was offered the position of royal physician. with little drawbacks, handsome pay, and a grand place to stay without needing to be on the run, luocha accepted and became the sole royal physician of the empire.

there was very little luocha found himself to be afraid of. with no one but himself to rely on, he’s crossed many bridges on his own without care. there was no need for such sentiment in survival. or so he thought. in all his years, luocha doesn’t think there was anything more terrifying than the day you were rushed in by a frantic jing yuan, your complexion sickly and covered in sweat and breathing laboured. as it turned out, you were poisoned, having drank it in place of jing yuan upon sensing something suspicious. he doesn’t recall anything making his heart drop as quickly as the situation then had, his mind blank yet frantic as he forced the panic-stricken emperor out of the infirmary and laid you on one of the beds. your symptoms were dire, he noted, and there was nothing in the cabinets suited for this kind of quick-acting poison. your condition was worsening, a pained furrow of your brows and haggard appearance being clear indicators. a bright glow then illuminated the room, and luocha came to the belated realisation he had used his abilities for the first time since concealing them, for the thought of losing you was far more torturous than his will to hide his abilities.

(there was no thought to the act, just sheer desperation to not let you die. it took him a long few days to realise that, all of which were spent looking after you by your bedside. he never spoke of how he cured you when you asked, eyes bleary with confusion on how you’re still alive, instead choosing to keep it to himself as he chided you for being so reckless. you will never know of the inner turmoil he endured, even praying to a deity he never once believed in to ensure your safety. should you sustain more severe afflictions, luocha has no qualms using his abilities again — if it means you live, he will make an exception.)

thinking about duke!blade, whose… less than pleasant disposition does little to help refute the fearful rumours surrounding his name. you've met him a handful of times when he visits the palace under jing yuan's summon or catching him at the odd banquet or two, and even back when he used to train with jing yuan before his visits suddenly ceased. even so, you find yourself doubting those rumours, especially when he seems to wear an expression akin to peace more often than he does of one resembling disdain.

the cold duke remains an enigma to those around him — even those who work under him. is it due to his quiet hostility? or is it perhaps something no one knows, such as a secret known only to him, his butler, his family physician, and the emperor? a curse; one of immortality where his soul is torn to shreds only to be stitched anew before he can succumb to the paradise known as death. it's a never-ending cycle, one which causes him to no longer track the days when they all feel the same. the days out on leading monster subjugations and expeditions are just a temporary means of escape — an outlet for his pent up frustrations to let loose without worry. no one knows what truly goes on in his mind, only ever witnessing or hearing tales of his brutal yet awe-inspiring deeds on the blood-soaked battlefields, and the origin of his adopted alias: blade. his true name evades him, having been discarded the moment he lost his humanity.

he has always noticed you. it was hard not to when the favour you received was blatantly obvious, even from when you were just a fledgling knight and he the young heir of his duchy. there weren’t many opportunities for him to talk to you, what with the way jing yuan always seemed to divert his attention back to their instructor when noticing his wandering gaze to your distant figure, and even more so after the curse struck him full-force and he stopped visiting altogether outside of summons and banquets. it wasn’t until he returned from a monster subjugation as the sole survivor did he first properly meet you. with his mind torn and body regenerating itself, he failed to notice someone rush towards him, an unfamiliar warmth encompassing his bleeding torso as his conscience began to fade. an unfamiliar ceiling and an unfamiliar room was what greeted him when he awoke, but a warmth he registered as familiar gripped his calloused hand. what met his gaze then was your dozing figure, your head smushed against the duvet beside his leg with even breaths giving way to your unconscious state. his typically chaotic mind was silent as he stared at you. it was an odd feeling, one which elicited a sharp inhale when you shifted in place, your grip on his hand loosening as you sought out a more comfortable position, before exhaling in relief when you resumed your rest. it was an odd feeling, but it wasn’t unpleasant. and, for the first time in his life, blade experienced what it meant to be at peace.

(while he never spoke of that incident to you again other than a brief thanks for giving him (unnecessary) medical attention, he found himself drifting towards you more frequently — whether it be conversing with you during those bothersome banquets, stretching out the time you escort him before he enters jing yuan’s office-slash-meeting room, sharing specialties from his territory during garden strolls, or even requesting you to spar with him. the victory from either side is sweet, but the strained expression he catches from notable figures is even sweeter.)

amongst the many you’re acquainted with, merchant!sampo is the one you’re most on edge around in spite of the years you have known each other for. it’s not that he’s a bad guy, but there’s something about his easy smile and ever-searching eyes and his words that always seem to form into something people want to hear which all seem… off. well, maybe you’re reading too much into his demeanour. after all, if he truly did have sinister intentions, you’re sure he would have acted on them by now — he’s had plenty of time to.

there’s a certain level of cunning one must have in order to survive. whether that be wits, deceit, getting one’s hands dirty, it doesn’t matter. they are all just a means to an end, after all. sampo has long since tread on the path of deceit, a game of cat and mouse with unassuming clients and authorities. but business is business, and what better way to make use of that than exploitation? disguised in a bar known as “masked fools” mapped across the globe sits a wealth of knowledge, hidden behind a secret code only known by those who covet wealth or revenge. it’s a fun pastime; the information-slash-mercenary guild receives money, the client has their request done. sampo quickly discovered playing the unassuming fool in front of the target only for them to discover they were the fool all along to be exhilarating. it was a rush like no other, even more so when he mastered the art of disguise and blended in with the crowd, building connections and biding his time as the airheaded merchant.

sampo admits, he was a tad hasty in his judgement of you. just a little. well, when compared to the ever-imposing figure of the royal guard captain chasing him down when he makes his weekly medicinal run for the palace’s physician, you weren’t all that impressionable at first glance. maybe it was the way you passively regarded him before walking off which led him to that belief, or perhaps it was the unassuming expression you always carried despite being the famed personal guard of the emperor. whatever the case, he was wrong. he realised that when his balance was tilted, back flush against the grass with your body pinning him down. the tip of your sword was against his throat and your eyes burned so brightly when asking what he was doing sneaking around a forbidden area to outsiders. he doesn’t remember what he said or did in response; all he does remember is the adrenaline rushing through his veins at the stern countenance you bestowed upon him. unconventional as it may have been, sampo thought you were the most breathtaking in that moment, a wondrous sight for his heart which only knew of cunning and deceit.

(it would be no lie to say money talks. in his line of business, it does all the talking. the only exception, sampo discovered, was when an ignorant fool attempted to hire him and have you… removed, to put it lightly. sampo couldn’t help the laugh which escaped him at the expression on the man’s face after his carefree refusal, a sound which ceased as he pointed his weapon to the man’s throat and demanded he spill the identity of the one who sent him. after all, a mere small-fry like him doesn’t have the ability to even dream of hiring someone against you — mercenary or assassin.)

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[queenpiranhadon]

𖤓⎸⎸ 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 ⎸⎸𖤓

A/N: You all voted on this poll, and this poll, and this poll, and after a LOT of voting, I present you this :) BIG thanks to @that-multi-fandom-hijabi for beta reading this go follow her writing acc rn (@novaaaaaa-writes). Here's my masterlist! Divider made by @cafekitsune

Warning(s): Enemies to lovers trope, mentions of burning, stabbing, blood, bad descriptions of both fire of water (ice, snow ?) bending, Zuko is whipped, just a little confused about it, reader is a baddie, water benders unite (not me tho), reader is GN but written with f!reader in mind, reader looks non-threatening, is underestimated a lot, this takes place at the end of season one, I think that's it

Pairing: Prince Zuko x GN!Reader

“You shouldn’t be here” you glare, your gaze sending shivers down his spine. 

But that could just be because of all the snow and ice surrounding the both of you. 

The fire prince remains unfazed though, his amber eyes sweeping over your form- assessing the threat you posed. 

He could take you down in seconds. 

Zuko doesn’t respond to your jab though, because he knew you were wrong. He had to be here, it was the only way he could finally receive his father’s favor- as the heir and as the son of Firelord Ozai. It was his duty, his honor. 

And he wasn’t going to let a non-threatening waterbender get in the way of that. 

Reaching back, he unsheathes his dual swords, the glint of the waning moonlight reflecting the dangerous glint in his eye. 

And yet you didn’t back down.  

Pooling some water from your waterskin, you assumed the stance you had trained yourself to take whenever you honed your skills. One with the water, one with the ice.  

‘Power should flow, not force itself” Master Pakku had told you once.  

People had always underestimated your skills, saying you were better suited for healing. But after showing Master Pakku how you could use your bending to control the falling snow around you, he gave you a chance.  

He had told you to let the power settle in your body before releasing, instead of forcing it out immediately. Conceal and then control. 

You met Zuko’s fiery gaze with an icy one of your own. You were going to protect your home.  

With a yell, you form flurries of snow, whipping around your form as you channel your strength to change the form of your flurry, snow turning to water, water turning to sharp daggers of pure ice.  

Zuko scowls, setting his hands ablaze and you run at each other, fire meeting ice.  

Time slows down, as the intensity of your elements picks up, until all you could hear was the steady thump – thump – thump – of your heart, and the roar of crystalline knives swirling around you. 

Flames lick the side of your leg, wincing as the raw burn of the fire sears through your skin in white-hot pain. Razor sharp icy shards cut into Zuko’s skin, finding chinks in his armor, piercing his flesh and drawing blood. 

The snow beneath the both of you was dotted red now, both of you staring at each other, panting heavily.  

“You really shouldn’t be here.” you repeat again, but this time, it was barely a whisper, swallowing down tears as the cold wind of the Northern Water Tribe stung your gaping wounds. 

Zuko growls, grunting in pain as he pulls a shard of ice out of his skin. “I don’t take orders from a little waterbender” he spat, venom dripping from his words. 

You reciprocate with a snide comment of your own. “This ‘little waterbender’ just sunk 5 icicles into your skin.” 

Zuko was just about ready to tear your head off, hands igniting with vermillion flames before you collapse, the burns along your thigh and calf were much more severe than either of you realized.  

You choke out a sob of pain but keep your control of the water left in your waterskin. You couldn’t die, not today, and not at the hands of the prince of the Fire Nation.  

Zuko’s heart throbs unexpectedly, the look on your face too familiar for comfort. The face of someone who worked so desperately hard, only for all that effort to go down the drain. But he didn’t care for you. He couldn’t- couldn’t grow attachment to a non-threatening waterbender. Yet you sat there on the snow, dotted with blood, with that raw look in your eyes. His flames extinguished, without him meaning to.  

You flinched as he threw his swords down frustrated, impaling themselves into the nearby snow mound, standing straight up. 

He stomps over to you, and you frantically move back, but your leg flares up in pain again, and you yelp, hissing in pain. 

“Stop moving, you’ll make it worse.” he says, glaring at you, but not as intensely as he had before.  

You want to scream, kick him, punch him, anything, but your body betrays you as he sweeps you up into his arms, carrying you to the nearest place he can find, where he can keep you safe. You feel his strong arms hook under your knees and under your back, holding you securely to his firm chest. Even through his armor, he radiates warmth, a gentle heat, unlike the flames he threw at you merely minutes ago.  

He hates this, with every fiber in my being, his voice screaming at him to drop you and burn your frail body to a crisp, vengeance for the blood dripping from his own body, but he keeps moving, step after painstaking step. 

You try to stay awake, you really do, yet channeling so much energy from your battle, the numb throb in your lower leg, and the comforting heat radiating off the fire prince who refuses to look at you, you slip into unconsciousness.  

Zuko feels a weight press against his chest, and he huffs, honey-colored eyes catching onto the details of your face, the curve of your nose, the apples of your cheeks, the slight pout of your lips as you nuzzle into his armor unintentionally, how pretty you were when you were at peace. 

He stops himself there, reprimanding himself for thinking such things. He can’t have feelings for the enemy. 

And yet, even as he and his troops head home, battle wearing and dejected from the loss of a major battle, Zuko can’t help but think about his little waterbender.  

*** 

When you wake up, the kind woman tending to you tells you all about the mysterious and handsome man who carried your sleeping form across the entire Northern Water Tribe because he didn’t know where the healing center was.  

#zuko x reader #zuko x you #atla zuko #fire lord zuko #prince zuko #zuko #avatar of the last airbender #atla #prince zuko x reader #prince zuko x you #prince zuko x y/n #water bender reader #help 'power should flow not force itself'?? #I have mixed thoughts about this #zuko x y/n #avatar the last airbender #zuko avatar #zuko avatar the last airbender

[sixosix]

synopsis in which satoru really needed to start reading the gc more often. solves a lot.

tags slight making out scene… satoru is an asshole but what’s new, satoru is also hopelessly infatuated, all the readers i write are emotionally constipated sorry, getting together(?) fluff bit angsty tho

a/n this is a little stupid and unrealistic but bear with me because this is my first time writing in a looong time to get back in the groove of writing ^__^

Shoko wrinkled her nose as Satoru made the show of tossing a crumpled-up vending machine can into the bin on the other side of the street. It landed perfectly in the middle because why wouldn’t it? Emboldened by the impressed glances of passersby, he reached for Suguru’s pocket, where there was a balled-up paper in his bontan pants. Suguru winced when it was your head instead, where you had started crossing.

Your glare cut a thrill down Satoru’s spine. You huffed and bent down to pick up the trash, your knuckles white, like you were imagining it was Satoru’s head instead. Satoru was just appreciating how gracefully you’d bowed, the curve of your back captivating him for a moment until Suguru elbowed him.

“Stop littering,” Suguru said sternly, but his eyes spelled out that it was not about the littering.

Satoru shrugged. “I wouldn’t have missed if it weren’t for Y/N.” 

Satoru called out after you as you dropped the paper ball into the bin directly. “Oi!” You ignored him and continued walking, a considerable distance lengthening between you and the three. “Ha, you embarrassed?”

“Anyone would be if they were seen with you,” you spat out almost reflexively, then blinked at your own words. Satoru almost swore you wanted to apologize, but you composed yourself by turning your back on him altogether.

Satoru grinned. “It’s okay,” he said. “Shoko and Suguru don’t need to know I had to save your ass from a low-grade curse.”

You didn’t dignify his taunt with a response, but your shoulders tensed for a moment.

“So moody. How does your boyfriend put up with this?” Satoru snickered as he eyed the back of your head. He relished in the way a vein pops on your temple, breathed in the way you looked over your shoulder just to say—

“Shut up, Satoru. I mean it.”

He wasn’t unfamiliar with envious or hateful gazes; it came with his birth, really. Awe and fear and there are impossibles, but not for Gojo Satoru said with contempt—he didn’t care. Yours were different. He took pride in affecting people in ways where they could never ignore him, but the way you looked at him felt thrilling. He wondered if your boyfriend saw how your eyes would set ablaze for Satoru.

But he didn’t actually care, he would say. He never cared for a lot of things. It showed, at times, others would say.

“Whoa, did someone get their heart broken today?” Satoru whistled, his tone lilting upwards in what seemed to be a way to lighten the mood. No moods were lightened.

Your head whipped around to give him a look that had him frozen on the spot. His eyes widened behind his shades. He felt like that paper ball at the moment, about to be squashed flat against your palm. That look felt familiar, but not in the way that he knew he was familiar with because of you. It was familiar because of everyone else.

Suguru shot him a look that said he would’ve shoved him had it not been for his Infinity on. “Satoru.”

You walked on ahead, brushing past them with hiked-up shoulders. You looked like you were about to break at the slightest touch—it looked wrong. You had always looked so strong in Satoru’s eyes. Not stronger than him, of course, but… seeing your lip tremble like that made him itch the wrong way.

Satoru glanced between Suguru and Shoko, lost. “Am I missing something?”

Suguru said, “You didn’t hear?”

“Oh, so you know, but I don’t? What is this? Leave-out-Satoru club? You have a group chat without me?” Satoru did not mean for that to come out that bitter.

Shoko exhaled, smoke faintly billowing from her lips. She regarded Satoru with a look. “Maybe if you actually read our group chat with you, you wouldn’t be so ignorant.”

And so Satoru scrolled through his phone, wounded. Suguru and Shoko whispered among themselves as his eyebrows arched up so high that he looked elated.

“That’s it?” Satoru scoffed. “Trouble in paradise? Y/N almost got hurt by a curse because of some man?”

“Idiot,” Suguru sighed. “You’re also a man.”

Satoru knew what was going on in Shoko’s head with her expression. She was calling him trash. “They’ve been together for years. Before Y/N even met you.”

Satoru bristled. “So?”

“So don’t think of this as some chance,” Suguru said. Since when was he some love expert? “And stop terrorizing. No one brokenhearted would want to see your stupid face.”

He gaped. “So rude!”

And then he backtracked. “And I wasn’t thinking of this as a chance.” He was. “I don’t even like Y/N like that!” He does terribly. “I’m just glad I don’t have to hear from that asshole non-sorcerer again. Have you heard the way he says baby? Even through the phone, it gives me the creeps.”

Suguru hummed thoughtfully. “He was an asshole.”

Shoko laughed. “That asshole got to date Y/N before you, though.”

Satoru decided to spare Shoko, feeling too delighted to let anyone ruin it.

“Did you read all the messages?” Suguru asked.

“Nah.” Satoru stared at the back of your head. “I got the gist of it seeing Suguru’s reply, ‘he was an asshole anyway.’” He flashed his teeth and quickened his pace. “Come on, before Y/N gets flung around by curses again.”

Suguru and Shoko shared a look that he missed completely.

You eyed the plastic bag Satoru was holding out distrustfully.

It was too dark already, but that was no problem for Gojo Satoru. He came here—your room, your door—with a mission in mind. That mission involved ice cream because he saw in movies that people liked to eat ice cream and cry after breakups. You weren’t crying, which relieved him, though he didn’t know why. He wanted to convince himself it was because he didn’t want to deal with tears, but he couldn’t lie to himself well when it came to you.

“Nice try,” you said, pushing it back to his chest. You startled at the cold.

“What— It’s not poison!” Satoru said. He flicked it open and showed you his gift, one you should appreciate for his efforts and thoughtfulness.

“Ice cream?” you said suspiciously. Then it dawned on you. Your lips turned up in a disbelieving smile. He'd take it much better than the look you gave him that day, even when dregs of weariness dulled your eyes. “Were you worried?”

You looked awful, which was probably the norm for someone going through a breakup from a long relationship. Satoru didn’t like your sad face at all. It pissed him off, like some puzzle piece that didn’t fit. Still, to Satoru, he supposed anything was better than not getting to see your face at all.

“Yeah,” he found himself saying before he could think about it.

Your face fell. “Satoru.”

“Just take it, or else I’ll eat it in front of you.”

Your hand gripped the door tighter.

Satoru cleared his throat. “Okay, or you can just shut the door on me and go back to sleep.” And then, silently: “You can just take it, and I’ll leave.”

You stared at him as if expecting him to take it back.

Satoru felt his face warm. “Are you gonna take it or not?”

“It creeps me out when you act nice.”

He glared. “I’m always nice, but I’m not creepy about it.”

Your shoulders relaxed. You took the bag from him with a smile that felt like a shared secret. “Do you wanna come in?”

His first thought was, holy shit, but what came out was, “Sure, I don’t care.”

He had never been in your room before. Shoko was, a lot of times, most of the time. Suguru managed to, here and there, when you needed some help with heavy lifting. You kicked Satoru every time he used to even think about it. Your room was more ordinary than he expected. No posters, flashy souvenirs, or even clothes strewn over your bed. It looked lonely.

There was a box in the corner beside your closet that looked entirely out of place. Satoru must have been staring at it for a moment too long as you said, “Those are my ex’s clothes. I stole many of it, but I don’t want to wear them anymore.”

Satoru’s curious gaze turned into distaste. “Want me to get rid of it?”

“What?” You laughed. “I’ll just give it back.”

Satoru bounded over to the box and crouched, peeling the cover open. “Why not? There’s a dumpster nearby.”

“Well, they were nice. Not my ex, I mean the clothes. Felt expensive—I’d rather he take it back.” Always the goody two shoes.

“Hmmm…” Satoru lifted his head to stare at you. “Did you like wearing them? You can borrow mine. Much better than these cheap knockoffs.”

Your eyes flashed with interest, and Satoru knew he had said the right words. His clothes were no joke.

You blinked at him, a deer in headlights holding a tub of ice cream. “Are— Are you sure? It’s not like I actually need them—”

Satoru wanted nothing more than to see you drowning in his clothes. Instead, he said, “Yeah, I don’t care.”

He shrugged off his jacket and offered it to you. He felt a gust of cold, which should’ve been wrong to him, but he didn’t pay it any mind when you took it from him and stared at it. Your gaze shifted hesitantly between him and the red fabric. Your bottom lip started trembling before you bit it between your teeth, something Satoru wouldn’t have caught if he wasn’t staring. You whirled around and shoved the tub of ice cream in your mini fridge. What a shame. He was really planning for you to share it with him.

Satoru stood up, kicking at the box. He asked, “What were you doing before I left? Boring stuff? Were you watching sad movies without ice cream? It’s a good thing I came over.”

“You didn’t have to, I’m fine,” you said. You slipped into his jacket, the sight arresting him for a moment.

Satoru frowned. Something was definitely wrong. Maybe you were feeling tired? You must have been—emotions tend to wear out a person faster than any physical means. “Hey, lie down on the bed. You look like you’re about to crash.”

“I’m not,” you muttered but followed anyway because you must have felt it, too. “I’m not.”

You winced as your head collided with your pillow. It was unusual for you to succumb to rest while Satoru lingered in the same space.

“Sorry,” Satoru choked out, suddenly feeling guilty by the strong urge to embrace you. He was already crossing far too many lines today. He didn’t want to taint your memory of heartbreak from your ex with him.

You turned to face him, your hair splayed all over the pillow. “What?”

“For yesterday. I didn’t know. This, I mean.”

“You read the messages?”

He nodded. “I did.”

“That’s it? You’re not—” You yawned, blinking. Satoru was performing the highest level of restraint at the moment. “I mean, you’re not, like…”

The air was charged with something dangerous. Satoru looked away, thinking. He wanted to ask, did you expect me to care that much? But he knew the answer to that—he does.

“Satoru,” you said lowly. He shivered at the quiet of the night and how he can almost feel your voice. “You shouldn’t be so nice to someone heartbroken. Don’t you know how dangerous that is?”

Satoru sat on the edge of your bed, “That doesn’t make any sense.”

You looked up at him. Satoru felt want in his belly. It was dangerous, he realized, for him to be alone with you like this. It was wrong—but he never went doing everything right anyway, if it meant he could watch as your eyes flutter, as you longed for something he could never have from you once the wounds on you have healed.

“Doesn’t it?” you said. “You’re confusing me, too.”

Satoru realized his Infinity had been off already, though he didn’t know when. Was it when he sat on the bed to feel the softness of your sheets? Or was it already back then, the moment you opened the door, he was already longing for you to touch him?

“You’re so cruel, Satoru,” you murmured. “I hate you.”

Weakly, Satoru said, “I know. Get some sleep. I’ll leave soon.”

“Don’t leave.”

Satoru screwed his eyes shut, frustrated.

“Satoru.” He could listen to you say his name forever. You sighed his name in a way that felt like what aches in his heart whenever you even look at him.  “You didn’t read the messages, did you?”

“Did I miss something?”

“If you want to kiss me so bad, read it.”

His eyes shot open wide, a bit terrified. “What?” he said, dumbstruck. “Y/N— What?”

Clumsily, with no grace whatsoever, he fumbled with his phone, your words racing in his head. If you want to kiss me, read it. He bluescreened. If you want to kiss me—

you satoru doesnt read the messages here, right?

you i hate him if i never met him maybe i wouldnt have figured that i was not content with the love i had

you how do i even deal with this? i got dumped by my bf and he tells me if i love satoru so much why not just date him instead

you i love him can someone please comfort me

shoko oh no

shoko condolences for liking the most insufferable man on planet earth

suguru im sorry he’s an asshole you deserve better y/n

shoko the trashiest asshole are you sure about this?

you more than anything, unfortunately

Wait.

The asshole they were referring to was Satoru?

Wait.

Satoru jolts up from where he had been hunched over his phone, gaping at you. “Y/N,” he whispered reverently. “Y/N!”

You placed a hand on his chest as he moved towards you, preventing him from crashing into your space. He faltered. “Wait,” you laughed softly, languidly, beautifully, “not now. I’m sleepy.”

“No, fuck that,” he said, helpless. “Y/N!”

“It’s your fault for not reading our group chat.”

‘Kay, well. Satoru’s eyes narrowed like a cat prepared to pounce. “You can’t just make me read that and keep me from you like this. Why were you so mad at me yesterday?”

“Because I love you, and now my life is over,” you said, smiling.

“Say that again,” he demanded. 

“My life is over?”

Satoru was seconds away from crying. “Y/N, please,” he said, “say you love me again. Say it now.”

He held the hand on his chest and kissed it. Kissed it again, the back of your palm, your fingertips, repeating the same three words.

“I love you?” you said.

“Well, don’t sound so unsure about it.”

You laughed. “Do you even like me back?”

Satoru stared from the rim of his glasses. Instead of replying, he tugged you closer with your arm and kissed your jaw. He hoped you would get it—that you would understand. He loved you first.

“More than anything,” he echoed. He looked into your eyes, your lips, torn. “Please, let me kiss you. You’re hurting me.”

“Oh, I get a please now?”

Satoru’s eyes sharply dart down to your lips. Your grin faltered at the intensity of his stare. You swallowed, and he tracked every movement.

“You look a bit manic right now,” you said nervously.

“I’ll show you manic.”

You smiled, bumping your ankle against his back. When he glanced at it, you inched closer. His heart leaped to his throat, threatening to come out and get you.

“Are you seriously going to make a move on me now? My heart is broken, Satoru.”

“Is it really?” He grinned. “Or is it just split with me?”

“Okay, smartass,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Just kiss me already.”

Satoru cut the distance between the two of you. He crashed clumsily, making both of you wince, but he tilted his head and suddenly— much better. He held you closer, hoping he could wipe away any other men from your life with all he could offer—him, needy, longing, crazed.

“Satoru—” you tried, but it was swallowed by his mouth, wishing you could breathe his name from your lips to his. This was almost as good as hearing you say you love him anyway.

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo x you #jjk x reader

[dekariosclan]

Allow me to rave for just a minute about Gale’s kiss scene in the epilogue.

First, there’s Gale’s gentle teasing of Tav, which we can all universally agree is magnificent, outstanding, exceptional, top-notch.

Then there’s The Boop™️. Something so perfect you could show it to an alien life form with absolutely zero understanding of human emotions or love, and it would still say, '…that’s the cutest thing I have ever seen in my life.’

But the part that I truly love the most (and that I don’t see mentioned often) is this right here:

I love that after Gale’s tease, Tav leans in for what they think will be a quick little kiss, but the minute their lips touch Gale’s, he’s so completely love-drunk he’s pulling them in for a makeout session.

Words aren’t necessary. Gale doesn’t feel like he has to ask or flatter or charm Tav first; he knows he can just reach out and his love will be reciprocated.

This is the result of Gale finally having a partner that lets his needs and his wants and his desires be met. He’s confident and secure enough in Tav’s love to know that he can just kiss them with a defenseless, honest passion, and he’ll get the same in return, because they love him for him.

Plus, the little sway/dance he does while kissing Tav!? He’s bursting with so much happiness he can’t contain himself.

I just. Love it. SO much.

And I am 100% sure this happens ALL THE TIME.

Professor Dekarios is late for his morning class again? He hasn’t even left his home yet, he’s still kissing his spouse goodbye.

Gale’s spending an evening with his friends at the Yawning Portal and suddenly they’re wondering where he went? He spotted Tav doing some shopping nearby and left to give his love a “quick peck on the cheek.” It’s been 40 minutes.

Elminster himself stops by to meet Gale to go to lunch? He finds Tara waiting for him, tail swishing in annoyance as she says, “Please do sit down and get comfortable. Gale will be awhile.”

Elminster just laughs. Is Gale caught up working on a spell? Got his nose in a book? He’s used to waiting on the boy, he’ll probably just be a few minutes more.

Tara: “He’s saying goodbye to Tav.”

Elminster: Sighs, takes off his hat, sits down.

And one final observation that sets my heart ablaze: remember when Gale told Tav at the Netherbrain battle, “I hope that wasn’t our last kiss. I’d take a thousand more if I could.” Just look at Gale pulling Tav in for those extra kisses; he’s already started counting. ❤️

#gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #gale x tav #baldur’s gate 3 #gale bg3 #spoilers #bg3 epilogue

[lover-cook]

Staring at my selfship playlists with big eyes rn/posi

I am simply an aromantic who loves romance songs what can I say!

So uh. Surprise, meet the crushes i’ve been trying to figure out if i should be impulsive or not lol.

We’ve got Ember, Luna, and Jackie added to he party! Mwah mwah <3

#ollie musings #☀️sunnyside up🌈 #🔥spice of life💕 #🌕moon and stars✨ #❤️i've got you memorized🗝️ #💚springtunes🎶 #🐾you're my girl🎸 #🌺you set my heart ablaze🧡 #🌸smile so much our cheeks hurt🍫 #✨i fell in love with the mare in the moon🌕 #💧in the end its you who puts a smile on my face🌊 #💎i love all the light that is within you⚔️

[bcyhoods]

TO BE SAFE. EDDIE MUNSON

synopsis: you ask to sleep over at eddie’s for the first time, and he undoubtedly is head over heels for you

word count: 1.2k

authors notes: somebody requested this before i started my blog over! if this finds u, im sending you a cookie and a kiss, as promised x

warnings: fem!reader, use of gendered pet names (princess, pretty girl), dialogue is…….cheesy cringe a little😔, clueless eddie, kissing !!!

“Goddamit.”

Eddie hisses beside you at the jumpscare on screen. It was the quietest sound, drowned underneath the blood-curdling screams in the film. It probably would’ve gone completely unnoticed. Unluckily for him, it didn’t. Luckily for you, your legs were draped over his lap, so the mechanical jolt of fright sent your own legs jumping into the air.

His head is thrown against the back of his couch as he slaps his free hand over his eyes. You giggle as you watch his skin flush scarlet underneath your stare.

“Eddie, it’s okay,” you coo, voice shaky in between your laughter.

The embarrassment doesn’t quite subside, but the sound of your infectious giggle and the feeling of you moving into his lap to pry away his fingers is enough to have his chest rumbling with mirrored joy. He gazes up at you as you hold his hands.

“You scared, Eds?”

You don’t mean for it to sound like you’re teasing, but he laughs anyway. With a grin, he shakes his head wildly and clasps his hands around your back.

“Nope, I’ve got a princess to protect me.”

He pushes you down into the couch so that he’s hovering above you, and you respond with a squeal. Your legs are locked around his waist as his hands dig into the plush of the cushion beside your head. He leans down with a proud smile to press a kiss to your mouth.

The kisses are sloppy. He litters your face and neck in open-mouthed love bites, none hard enough to leave any mark. When he reaches your lips, it’s more smiles and spit than any real kiss, but neither of you seem to mind. Not when the smell of his citrusy shampoo wraps around your figure to make you dizzy. Not when your hands roam along his biceps and up to the nape of his neck like you’re the only thing keeping him from floating away.

It’s a mess of hushed teasing and giggles and clashing teeth, and it’s perfect.

As he pushes himself up for a moment of air, he looks off to the side before releasing a displeased sigh. “Shit, it’s getting late,” he observes solemnly.

He sits back on his heels, just far away enough for you to hold yourself up. You follow his line of sight and find that the digital clock on the shelf reads 11:15. Your shoulders deflate and your heart sinks.

“It is kinda late, isn’t it?”

Once you turn back to him, his eyes are stuck on you. Gorgeous, dilated pupils run across the high points of your cheekbones and back down to your lips. His gaze commands a rush of heat to caress your skin until your insides are set ablaze and your mouth is painfully dry.

The utter lack of urgency may as well have been a weighted blanket.

One of his arms snakes around your waist to pull you into him further. He leans forward, tilting his head ever-so-slightly to catch your lips.

This one is less playful than the ones you shared just seconds before. His movements are languid, purposeful. Like all the air had been stolen from his lungs and you were oxygen.

Your elbows threaten to buckle underneath your weight. Though, you’d happily sink back into the couch cushions and let them swallow you whole, if it meant you got to kiss him all night. And he’d just as eagerly take up the opportunity to have you underneath him for as long as he could entertain.

But he’s pulling away. Your foreheads rest together as you wear matching expressions of bliss: eyes closed, and slick, kiss-bitten lips parted. His thumb sinks underneath the hem of your shirt to dance across your skin. Another weighted blanket.

“I’ll drive ya,” he whispers reluctantly.

You watch as Eddie stands to stretch, and the warmth follows. A pensive wrinkle makes home between his brows as he slowly moves to grab his jacket. This, along with the nagging feeling in your chest, was routine whenever you spent the day at his place.

It’s not that he hasn’t offered for you to spend the night before, because he’s suggested it quite a few times. It was just so scary. The nerves bubble and spill over and it’s just all a mess inside your head whenever you want to ask.

Today is something different, though. All that occupies your mind is Eddie, Eddie, Eddie and suddenly, you think it’d be impossible to spend the night without him.

“Really? You’re not tired?” The questions run off your tongue without a second thought.

“Well, I’m wide awake now,” he jests, running the metal of his rings over his bottom lip. He pats the pockets of his jacket for his keys, and when he comes up empty, he searches the kitchen counter.

The fear creeps back into your head as you watch him rifle through drawers. It makes you shrink in on yourself as you trudge over to your shoes that lay haphazardly by the door.

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to drive if you’re tired,” you ask softer.

Noticing a change in your demeanor, he looks up at you to see your teeth worrying at your lower lip. “I’m sure,” he insists sweetly, “Can’t let my pretty girl drive alone in the dark.”

He finally finds his keys and moves over to where his own pair of shoes rested beside yours. He sends you an easy grin and it makes it all the harder to swallow down your anxieties.

“It’s foggy out,” you mention faintly. You don’t know what the weather is like outside. It was merely you grasping at straws to freeze him in his motion. You’re sure it’s blatantly obvious at this point, expecting a light tease from the wavy-haired boy.

But oblivious as he is, Eddie peeks out the blinds anyway to scan the trailer park. He hums. It’s a little gloomy, but hardly anything to worry about. Just as he’s about to reassure you again, he pauses when he spots your fingers fidgeting with a loose seam in your sleeve. You’re staring down at your shoes — which you’ve purposely done a poor job of putting on, as they’re only halfway on your feet — with your tongue bitten between your teeth.

“Maybe…” you pause to take a deep inhale. “It’s probably better if I stay? If that's okay with you, I mean.”

Then, does Eddie freeze. And he feels like an absolute fool.

He feels like an absolute fool for being the one to get up first. For not getting the totally conspicuous hints you’ve been trying to give him for the past minute and a half. For being so focused on trying to find his damn keys that he hoped he’d lost in the first place. And for standing in shocked silence for so long that you’ve begun to frown and properly shove your ankles inside your shoes.

“Yeah,” he replies abruptly, reaching out for your arm.

“Yeah?” The hopeful rise in your inflection makes him gently squeeze your elbow.

“Yeah, of course you can stay. I want you to.”

You nod. You duck your chin to your chest to hide the shy smile on your lips, but to no avail. Eddie can spot your bright grin from a mile away and makes him go weak in the knees with a blush that he’s sure is making its way to his cheeks.

“Just to be safe, ya know,” you add before toeing off your shoes and pushing them closer to the wall.

“Right. To be safe.”

#i lost track of the plot at first…….like always #it’s not a bcyhoods fic if there isn’t a whole bunch of other shit happening #ᝰ cece’s scribbles #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fic #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson imagine #stranger things #stranger things fluff #stranger things fic