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penny00dreadful · 3 months

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Death had visited Hawkins many times in the last few years, far too many times for their liking if they were being honest.

The twisted and unnatural things that had gone on within that small town were against Nature and Death was a part of Nature.

The cycle of the world was just one great big event of Life and Death but there had been so much here.

They remembered coming for Barbara Holland and though it might have seemed unfair, it was her time. Death didn’t take anyone before their time but at the very least they tried to bring her some peace, letting her see the stars one last time from underneath the water of the pool and letting the stars see her right back, twinkling above her as the water held her close.

Bob’s passage was less gentle. Stuck inside where nature couldn’t reach, torn and shredded and in agony, but still, Death tried to make his passing less terrifying, softly caressing his face and enveloping him in their dark wings quickly, not wanting him to be in pain any longer than he needed to be.

The others after that were more difficult.

A great big mess of people in a damp basement who did not deserve to go the way they did, disintegrating into a sludge of bodies, only to be puppeteered by a vile excuse for a human, then killed again. Nature had been forced to twist away from that one.

Death couldn’t do anything for them, no matter how they tried, there were just too many and too quickly, but still they hugged them all close and brought them to their passing.

It was times like those when Death wondered if their quiet, curious fascination with human life was something that was even worth continuing.

Humanity had such a talent for killing each other en masse and Death would be forced to observe, along with the grass and the trees and the clouds and the wind.

But humanity kept pulling their focus back. There was such a capacity for them to love each other too, even though sometimes they were hated for it.

For the simple act of love.

Death watched as the two boys, children themselves really, though forced to become so much older, parted with a kiss at the Quarry, forced into a clandestine meeting after they had saved the world because of other people’s hate.

The wind tried to push them away, urging them to run, to move faster, to push themselves out of the series of events barrelling towards them but the boys just laughed, brushing hair from each other’s face before leaning in again.

The Quarry echoed up towards them, hoping to spook them into jumping into their own cars and peeling out of there at high speed, but the boys didn’t notice, too wrapped up in each other.

The evening sky watched on in silence, unable to do anything about the incoming storm and the small group gathering on the other side of town, ignorant and fearful and wanting to hurt in return.

Death had visited Eddie Munson before, just once. Not to take him, but to help him hold on. It wasn’t his time to die, no matter what others in the town thought.

The boy was loud and brash and passionate, bursting at the seams with life and energy and light and Death didn’t want to see that pass unnecessarily. They refused to take him before they were due to.

They had leaned down, brushing a light kiss against his lips and had stepped back as his friends and one boy in particular threw themselves down next to him.

Steve Harrington had received multiple visits from Death over the years.

Their first meeting had come on the tail end of a vicious beating and a plate over the head. The ground below him had shuddered with the impact and while the children around him screamed and he lay unconscious on the floor, Death had flapped their wings and flared that dying spark of life back up into a flame.

Barely a year later they had gone underground and brushed their fingers through his hair, while a girl spat in another man’s face. They could feel the earth around them try to reach out to support, but being held back by metal walls and a sickening aura from another world.

Then again only a day later while the sky and the sunlight and the pollen could only watch through the windows, Death took his hand, pulling life back into him from his slumped position on the couch he’d been sleeping on, still in his uniform.

The next time was more difficult. Trapped in another world that Death couldn’t reach, if Steve died there, then he’d be there forever. But the boy had just managed to make it back to the other side, cradling Eddie’s body close.

It wasn’t until he stepped back outside the hospital, all of his responsibilities temporarily being watched over by nurses and doctors and he had screamed, harsh and loud and bloody into the night. He collapsed, the dirt below trying to cushion him from hurting himself more than he already had been.

Death had stayed with him until someone found him, keeping him warm in their arms, but never closing their wings, not all the way.

It wasn’t his time.

They watched as both boys came together, feeling young again, even though they had to hide. But they found happiness in each other, even if others could only look on in confusion or anger, threatened by what they refused to understand.

The group across town began to move, intent on driving him out of town for good this time, believing him to be a stain on their pristine lawns.

It was ridiculous and Death could do nothing to stop it.

They watched as Steve buzzed around his empty home, getting dinner prepared for himself, full of light and love.

When the group arrived, they didn’t announce their presence with a polite knock on the door but with a rock through the window, followed quickly by glass and gasoline and fire.

With the window broken, wind could now enter but it stayed away, not wanting to fan the flames as Steve gripped his bat, slowly and carefully walking back towards his patio door.

There were only six of them, but six against one were still terrible odds, no matter the creatures Steve had fought in the past.

His walkie was out of reach, sitting innocently in the kitchen along with the landline and his dinner burning on the stove, too far out of reach.

There was a scramble of movement as they broke through the windows, through the front door.

Jason’s parents, Andy Johnson, that dog walker, Steve’s own neighbours and Chrissy Cunningham's younger brother were amongst the crowd and wasn't that the most devastating thing?

Whipped up into a frenzy of hate and fear at barely twelve years old, by those supposed to look out for him, believing they were teaching him to take care of his town, handing the future to him.

Because of course they chose Steve to hunt.

He was one of them. He should be one of them. He was the one their daughters should be bringing home, the one they should be shaking hands with in church or sharing beers with.

Eddie was already an outsider. He wasn't a reflection of them. He didn't hold a mirror up, showing how much they could change, how far they could fall, how empty all of them were inside.

But these were the people Steve used to associate with. They saw him as more of a blight on the town than any of the other outsiders because he used to be them and if he could fall, then they must be able to too, right?

So they had to tear and scratch and burn to convince themselves that no, he was, is in fact wrong. He had always been that way. He was never right, not like them. No, they could never fall the way he did.

He was a disease and so they had to cut the disease out, had to eradicate any trace in case the infection spread.

As much as everyone pretended the religious fervour had died down, the town had only just gotten a taste.

It had whet their appetite for mob mentality and they were thirsty for more, feeling they were morally full to the brim but were in fact starved of compassion, blind to anything outside of their own comfort.

They claimed to be loving, to be healing, to be all welcoming with plastic smiles and greedy eyes but they would run anyone over who stepped a foot out of line.

And unfortunately, Steve stepped out of line. He broke the mould and they believed they had to punish him for it.

The patio door crashed open and Steve was running out towards the woods before they could find him, his old home billowing thick black smoke at his back.

Death knew his parents wouldn't care. The insurance pay out from the fire would be more than enough to soften the blow, cosy in their new home in New York City.

They would never publicly acknowledge what happened here but privately they would thank their neighbours for their crusade.

The grass could feel the thud, thud, thud of fearful running footsteps. Broken twigs and slippery leaves caught him unawares and were apologetic but powerless to do anything about it as shouts full of hate and the frenetic energy of bloodlust followed him into the woods.

The trees that surround them, that had shielded Steve and the chasing group alike whenever they needed it, could feel when he was disarmed and the bat was thrown to the side, the bloodsoaked nails digging into the earth as it fell.

None of them were brave enough to use such a deadly weapon against him, fearing too much the consequences of being the one to pick it up and undoubtedly have the responsibility of killing him, and Steve was not enough of a coward to use the bat against the group.

Strikes landed against the trees, from fists that missed him and from impacts travelling through Steve’s body and into the wood, cracking their bark and flaking it off. The earth soaked up the blood that was spilled heavy and hot but too metallic for nutrition.

Adrenaline came fast and hard but left just as quickly and when the group looked at what they had done, the haze of anger and righteous indignation no longer thick enough to colour their perception of their actions, they took a step back, each of them sickened somewhere deep inside by what they had done but none of them were bold enough to admit it to the other.

Steve was still full of the need to keep living so he took an opportunity where he saw it, forcing his broken body to run again in a slightly delirious way, making it back to his car.

The group didn’t follow immediately but it wouldn’t take long for them to realise that Steve knew each and every one of them and that maybe allowing him to get away alive might no longer have been an option.

Death could see Steve peel out of his driveway, his car always at the front of the house and ready to go after years of dealing with the end of the world.

Across town, Eddie was practising a new piece on his guitar, full of joyful energy and barely able to contain his excitement when he got it right, almost jumping for joy and eager to tell Steve the next time he saw him.

Robin was in her room, pouring over books on cryptography, a fascination for her that began in the back room of an ice-cream parlour and hasn’t left her since. She had come to terms with the fact that this might be what she wanted to do with the rest of her life, but she would have to travel far to be able to study it, unsure of how to bring it up to her soulmate because she wanted him to come with her and to bring along his new love as well.

But still it would be a big change.

A big conversation.

The kids sat in the basement of the Wheeler home, giving Will back his DM seat, just between them. It was an apology for all that they had discounted his passions before, just like Steve had advised them to do and the bond between all of them glowed ever brighter.

The blinking stars watched as the car veered, swaying dangerously at speed from one side of the road to the other.

The crunch of metal and the impact splintered some of the thinner trees, leaves and branches falling onto the scene below, one sputtering headlight pointing out into the forest, a lighthouse in the night.

Somewhere in town a walkie crackled to life.

The skies opened up and the rain did what it could to help, washing the blood away and Death descended.

Steve blinked his eyes open.

“Hello.”

Death was unable to respond for a moment, but eventually replied, “Hello.”

“I’ve seen you before.”

“Too many times.”

Death crouched low, one wing extended over them, to keep the rain off his face.

“Am I coming with you? There’s so much left I need to do.”

Death heard it all before. People begged for more time, offering a card game for their soul, but Death doesn’t trade in souls. That was not their business.

They would always promise Death other lives, other deaths in place of their own, money, power, glory, kingdoms, countries if they would just let them live a little while longer.

It never worked and Death never bargains.

Their time was their time and nothing on earth would ever be able to change that.

Death was nothing if not fair.

But even so, Steve didn’t beg. He didn’t try to bargain or trick. He was just asking. He wanted to know what to expect.

“No.” They answered. “Not yet.”

Death got down to their knees, hovering over him, close enough to throw him into shadow.

“But eventually?”

They nodded. “Everyone comes with me eventually.”

They lowered themselves down, pressing their lips softly against Steve’s as his eyes slipped closed again.

“But not you. Not today.”

On the road just behind them, a deer jumped out, bounding across the black expanse, spooked by a branch a nearby tree dropped, sacrificed just in time.

Tires screeched to a halt.

The wind had been at their back the entire time.

Birds are sent flapping frantically into the sky as the screams of Steve’s friends and love rip through the air.

Death watched from above as they did everything in their power to get him out, get him to safety.

When he was eventually taken to a larger hospital in the city Steve was watched over at every available second by a slowly revolving door of people who would not leave him, even if Death themselves asked them to.

Steve never stepped foot back in Hawkins again after he crashed just beyond the ‘Now Leaving Hawkins’ sign, but he was not without his people.

The family that Steve had built up around him were merciless in their judgement of the town. Those who were able to, leave immediately. Eddie and Wayne only enter Hawkins again to gather up their most prized of prized possessions, happy to never ever look back on it, no matter what might crawl out of the ground.

Robin and her parents, who had come to see Steve as a second son, followed not long after.

Some of the kids' parents were more ready to leave than others, but eventually they all did, all of them disturbed and terrified and angry.

Every single one of Steve’s family was happy to leave the town to rot without them, there was nothing left for them there anymore.

They all follow him.

Every single one.

And he is once again surrounded.

Everyone he had ever helped, ever loved, ever stood in front of them and Death for.

They all surround him and they are all there, many, many years later when Death comes for him for the last time. His family was waiting on either side of the veil for him, old and grey and wrinkled.

But they were all there for him.

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Based off of Take Me To Church

All my love to @hbyrde36, my friend and beta for screaming with me over this.

Written for the @strangerthingswritersguild Hozier Project

Gonna tag @griefabyss69 and @starryeyedjanai who sent in asks about this fic for a previous WIP Weekend post. 🖤

#stwg #STWG Hozier Project #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #penny00dreadful #eddie x steve #steddie fanfic #steddie fic #fanfic #hozier songfic #take me to church #hozier #take me to church songfic

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crow-raven-crow · 7 months

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would you write something with the song “take me to church* from hozier, between reader and larissa?🤍

𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐬, 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 - [𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝟏𝟖+]

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Larissa Weems x Outcast f!reader words: ~2.3k 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: LYRIC FIC, angst, fluff, nsfw: dom!Larissa, sub!Reader, marking, scratching, reader receiving, homophobia, description of anxiety, injury, blood, parental abuse, good ending (depending how you look at it)

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𝐚/𝐧: I HAVE BEEN BEGGING FOR THE FREE TIME TO WRITE THIS ONEEEEEE!! Hozier is definately someone that I want to get into more and this has given me that opportunity hehe. If you follow me on other socials, you'll know that I'm actually seeing him in concert in november with dog and bug - im so fucking excited. Lyrics are jumbled but in order of the song. Enjoy x

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Larissa pressed you against the soft cushions of your living room couch, her body fitting perfectly with yours as she rested between your thighs. A cold chill ran against your skin as soft, gentle hands explored the canvas you pushed forward, tracing over every dip, every scratch, every smooth expanse that your body had to offer. Her hand wrapped around you, your back arching as she pulled you up and consumed you with her touch.

If the Heavens ever did speak..

Her lips trailed down your jawline, starved kisses making their claim against the beautiful skin that housed your sinful soul. A whimper left your throat as her tongue met your pulse point, flattening and licking a long stripe up to your ear. Her voice was low as she spoke, a deep rumble in her chest projecting itself into desire dripping with lust. "Don't hide those delicious sounds from me, my darling.."

She's the last true mouthpiece..

Her hands traveled down your sides, tracing her fingertips down to your thighs as goosebumps were left in their wake. Her lips made their way down, down, down, her hot breath igniting a wave of electricity to shoot down to your core. Her tongue swiped over your right bud, swirling around the sensitive skin before capturing it in her mouth. An unadulterated moan left your lips as she sucked, your back arching into her ministrations as one of her hands toyed with the other.

The only Heaven I'll be sent to..

She gave the other bud the same amount of attention, pulling back after and admiring just how delectable you looked underneath her. A deep blush covered your features as your chest heaved, your eyes were dark and full of lust, full of want, full of the need to have her take all of you. She traced her fingers lightly along all the marks that were littered against your skin, appreciating them as though they were the most beautiful pieces of art that she'd ever made.

Is when I'm alone with you..

"Please.." The word left your lips weakly, merely above a whisper and contrasting the fire that burned within your lungs. It spurred her on, causing a sinister smirk to rise on her lips as she lowered her head between your thighs, facing where you needed her the most. Her lips ghosted along your inner thighs, your heart jumping to your throat as the need for her grew by the second. She placed kisses against your core, letting out a hum as the juices that managed to spill out made a presence against her lips. Her tongue ran through your folds, your nails sweetly digging into her shoulders as her tongue met your bundle of nerves.

Command me to be well..

The sounds she was capable of forcing out of your throat were sinful, and it was then that you realized how lucky you were to worship a goddess as unholy as her. Your back arched as she sucked your clit, the sensation coursing through your body and tearing a broken moan from your lungs. Her fingers teased your entrance, collecting your juices like a nectar before easily slipping into your core.

I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies..

Your eyes fluttered shut as ecstasy took hold of your being, taking you in its corrupted grip as you begged to see stars. Her nails dug into your thigh, eliciting a hiss from you as the succulent pain kept you in the moment, kept you in the pleasure, kept you with her. A warmth slowly consumed your being, spreading to all ends of your soul and building you up with each curl of her fingers.

Her speed quickened as you got lost in the pleasure she provided you, the sight before her becoming an addiction she would dive into time and time again. Your body looked intoxicating under her touch as her limbs fit perfectly with yours. She continued a ruthless pace, pulling her name out from you in moans and whimpers and she built you to the wonderful edge. Your peak quickly approached, the pleasure slamming into you as your mind got lost in it, the entirety of reality fading away. Your body shook as you came, your mere existence being overcasted by the pure bliss that rippled through you.

I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife..

A loud knock at the front door stole you from the hold of ecstasy, another set of knocks following and making you sober up. You both rushed to gather your clothes, picking everything up and becoming presentable before peeking through the blinds to see who still stood behind it, not knowing who would come up as you took the two of your to visit your hometown. All had gone well so far, though.. you were just forced to face the inevitable, the sight causing your heart dropping to your feet and your blood slow in your veins.

Offer me that deathless death..

Your parents stood behind the door, the tension building itself and closing up your throat at the thought that the only thing keeping you separated was a piece of wood. Your relationship with them wasn't the best and you were hoping that they wouldn't catch wind of you being there, let alone catch you with your lover. You turned to Larissa as panic rushed through your veins.

"You-" You cupped her face in your hands, gently rubbing your thumbs across her cheeks. Tears threatened to fall from your eyes as every horrible thing they used to do to you came flooding back. They would never accept you, and if they saw this? You were sure you wouldn't see the light of day again. "You need to go.. please.."

Good God, let me give you my life..

A wave of confusion consumed her, the worry in your features stilling her blood as she realized exactly what you meant. "I- No. I can't leave you with them-"

"They'll kill you-"

"They'll kill you!"

A silence filled the room, and you hoped for everything wrong to fade from existence as you looked into her eyes. They were so full of concern, so scared for what would happen, so scared to leave you. "Meet me at the spot by the river.. I promise, Larissa.. I'll be there. Please.."

The moment in which she realized she didn't have a choice settled in her bones and made her soul feel heavy. Another set of knocks echoed off the walls of your found sanctuary, pushing reality, pushing dread, pushing hate to the forefront of your minds. You led her to the backdoor, urging her to get there safely as she slowly disappeared from your view.

My lover's the sunlight..

You'd do anything to protect her, especially from the entities that stood just a few feet away. Your hand grasped the doorknob, everything stilling as you turned and opened the door. "Oh! Hi.. Sorry, I was-"

They pushed themselves in, forcing their existence in your temporary home, sucking the safety out of it as they walked deeper into the house. Your father spoke, his voice never straying far from demanding."Why didn't you tell us you were here?"

She demands a sacrifice..

They settled around the kitchen island, your mom placing her bag down as your dad leaned against the countertop, both facing you and demanding explanations in the end.

"I'm here for work-"

"Bullshit," your mom spat out, venom lacing her voice. "No one would come to a small town like this just for work."

"You'd actually be surprised.." You trailed off as you rested against the opposite counter, never making the mistake of not facing them while speaking again. You had done so once, and the aftermath was nothing less than swollen. "There's a lot you can do with the outcast-"

"You're still on about that? When are you gonna move on from them?"

"Maybe the day I become a normie.."

Your head was harshly turned to the side as a solid smack made way against your cheek, the familiar feeling of your fathers ring slicing up the skin and allowing a burn to settle there. You rose a hand to your cheek, touching lightly before wincing, a warm feeling soaking into your fingerprints. You didn't even need to look to know what had happened.

Something meaty for the main course..

"You are not different, y/n! Do you hear me?" Your fathers voice boomed through the kitchen, successfully stealing the breath from your lungs as your eyes shut in fear. Your hands trembled and you gripped the edge of the counter behind you to ground yourself, before looking into his eyes for what felt like the first time in your life.

"I'm done being erased by you.." Your voice was weak, lost somewhere in your throat but was pushed out by the feeling of finally being able to be yourself, the feeling of finally being able to live with Larissa, to truly live with her. "You've taken too much from me, and I want it back."

Confidence brought your posture up, your soul projecting itself to stand your ground. Laughs were reflected back at you, forcing anger through your veins as each one escaped their throat. Your stance wavered, and your mother took the opportunity to grip you by the collar of your shit, bringing you the closest to her that you've been in years.

She took you in, took in the fire that burned behind your eyes, took in the dread that coursed through your veins, took in the way that you didn't back down this time.. Her eyes scanned along your features, landing at the base of your neck that was now exposed to her. "You're here with a woman!"

That looks tasty..

Another hard smack landed on your face, making pain radiate against your cheekbone. You took in a breath, shaking it in your throat before it settled in your lungs. Your eyes were trained down to her feet, and you knew there was nothing you could say.. She'd seen the marks..

That looks plenty..

"I didn't want-" You were cut off by another one, this time being shoved against the counter behind you and forced to look into her eyes. Your head throbbed as the room spun every so slightly.

"You have no right to speak.. You have no right to be part of this family." She paused, allowing her words to situate themselves in your ears.

This is hungry work..

"I never was-" The last one to every grace you was planted against your skin. Your soul screamed with the knowledge, but your body wildly contrasted the feeling as tears streamed down your face, the salt burning the open wound before you shot your gaze up to your mother.

"Leave."

Take me to church..

You walked forward, pressing her against the other counter before clawing her hands off you. The action shocked them both, and it was then that your parents realized that they no longer had you under their control - you worshipped one goddess, and it was your goal to get back to her.

"Y/n.. wait.. we only-"

"Leave! You said it yourself. I'm not part of this family, and I'm enacting that statement now. Get out of my house."

You forced them out the door, grabbing them by the arms and shoving them out, causing them to trip over their own feet as the door slammed behind them - the image of who they were in your life quickly slipping away as a fresh breath filled your lungs.

You ran through the house, from the front door to the back one and jumped past the steps. You needed to get back to her.

Only then I am human..

Your feet met the hard ground beneath you, rocks and leaves getting blown away with the urgency found within your steps. The cool air filled your lungs, a burning feeling making way to your throat with every breath. You stopped at the top of the hill, taking in the sight in front of you as you took a moment to catch your breath.

Only then I am clean..

The sun was setting, casting the valley in a golden glow, your lover stood at the edge of the river, the rushing water filling your ears as you watched her run her hands through the clear liquid, her hair glowed along with the light, and her features ran soft even though there was a filter of worry that overcasted them.

You made your way over to her, the shuffling of your body causing her to shoot her gaze in your direction. A bright smile met her lips as she stood up and rushed over to you, soon being overshadowed in the worry that quickly consumed her.

Amen, Amen, Amen

She cupped your face gently, taking in the intensity of your wound as you watched her eyes scan over every aspect of your face. "How-"

"They're not going to bother us anymore.." You sunk into her touch, pressing the uninjured side your face against her palm as you closed your eyes, your hands shooting up to hold hers as your thumbs rubbed against her knuckles.

You were quickly consumed into a soul crushing hug, the air knocking out of your lungs as a small yelp left your lips. You quickly started laughing as you squeezed her back, the love your felt for each other radiating off your skin. She turned her head, resting it on your shoulder before speaking. "Let's go back.. Let me take care of you, love."

A smile rose to your lips as your turned your head just as she did moments before. You already felt the safety echo through your chest, bouncing across your ribcage and settling into your heart. A light chuckle left you as your locked eyes with hers. "Yeah.. Let's go.."

Good God, let me give you my life..

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𝐚/𝐧: THIS WAS SO FUCKING FUN TO WRITE HELLO?

it does get a bit heavy in the middle but after rewatching the music video I needed to display some of the emotions from that and was inspired and ended up with this hehe.

thank you for this ask ! im sorry I havent been posting as much but again im a wokring college student so I know yall will understand. I absolutely love it in this community and always love when I get to write for you all :)

hope you liked it !

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lights-on-the-ridge · 2 years

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Take Me To Church AU!Din Djarin sketches based on @frannyzooey ‘s wonderful fanfic <3

#take me to church fic #din djarin #cowboy din djarin supremacy #the mandalorian #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanart #din djarin fanart #digital art #reids art

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pedrito-friskito · 2 years

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🦦🍑 I can’t get this idea out of my head. Imagine going on a road trip with Matt and he’s just going crazy being in a small space so all he can smell is you.

HI OK OK so I also couldn’t get this idea out my head (I apologize for taking so long but the struggle has been real but here we go!) and then it refused to leave and then it got really feral so this is definitely more 🍑 than 🦦 but THAT’S OKAY

thank you darling! ❣️

take me to church - matt murdock x fem!reader

warnings: a tinge of fluff, mostly porn w/ a smidge of plot, oral (f receiving), unprotected p-in-v (wrap ur shit this is a fantasy), matt’s a feral little fuck and I make no apologies

(I don’t remember where I got the gif and I’m sorry but FUCK)

✨kay’s 300 follower celebration✨

My lover’s got humour,

She’s a giggle at a funeral.

Knows everybody’s disapproval,

I should’ve worshipped her sooner.

Matt’s been distracted for hours. And the music? This music, the seductive tone of the singer, the echo of the piano reaching his ears and touching an itch in the back of his brain he didn’t realize needed scratching. It’s not helping. In fact, he’d wager it was making things exponentially worse.

Matt’s been preoccupied with how hard he’s been since he got in your car, basically, cooped up in the small space, unable to escape from the cloying, intoxicating scent of you. He can’t get away from it, can’t escape it, and the lure of you, how drawn he is to you on a regular day, only makes him want you more.

He doesn’t know what it is. Did you change your perfume, your laundry detergent? Has it just been too long since he’s been this close to you? He doubts the latter; he’d made you cum with his head between your thighs not twenty-four hours ago, slipping through your window on a break from his patrol, black mask discarded on your bedroom floor while he pulled you out of sleep in the most delicious of ways. If he thinks hard enough, he can still taste your slick on his tongue, feel and hear the rush of blood through your thighs hooked around his ears.

It’s not that, no. Not that he’s ever had his fill of you, really and truly, but there is something different today. Maybe it’s the space. This is your first road-trip together, after all, and he’s never been in such tight quarters with you for so long before. He’s got one hand braced on his thigh, nails digging into his sweats so hard he’s surprised he hasn’t broken skin, and the other is slung across the console, fingers intertwined with yours.

You have your eyes on the road, apparently oblivious to the tent in his sweats and the flush up the back of his neck. You hum along to the song at first, one hand on the wheel while the one holding Matt’s rubs circles across his pulse, the pad of your thumb pressing down lightly. It makes his eyes flutter.

And then you start singing.

I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife.

Offer me that deathless death.

Oh, good God, let me give you my life.

If it’s possible, he strains harder. Your voice fills the space, bouncing off the padded walls of the car, a symphony in perfect time with the blood rushing through Matt’s head. His hand curls into a fist on his thigh and he lets his head thud back against the headrest.

The good God, that’s what got him. Your fingers wrap around his forearm and Matt can’t stop himself from groaning, hips lifting off the seat.

“Matty, you like this song?” you call, your words almost an echo. “What’s gotten into you?”

What little restraint he has left snaps, and he yanks at the seatbelt, keeping it in place but giving himself enough room to get close to you, reaching across the console to fit himself against your shoulder, head lolling into your neck. He grips the back of your seat with one hand, the other reaching down and fitting itself between your legs.

When he realizes you’re wearing shorts, the fabric flowy and dangerously soft against his hands, he moans into your ear, the sound unabashed and filled with lust. “What are you doing to me, sweetheart?”

Your breath hitches, and he hears it, along with the jump in your heartbeat as he drags his lips along your pulse. “Y-you should have said something,” you stutter out, moving your hands so they both grip the steering wheel tightly. “I could have pulled over a long time ago.”

“What’s stopping you now?”

“We’re almost there, Matthew,” you murmur, mouth dropping into a gasp when he moves his fingers up your hot thighs, dives right under the seam of your shorts. “Wouldn’t you rather have your way with me in a bed than in the backseat of my car?”

“Dunno if I can wait that long,” he whispers against your throat. “Need you so badly.”

The song is still playing.

That looks tasty.

That looks plenty.

This is hungry work.

You’re not wearing any underwear.

“Are you joking?”

“T-ten — ah! — ten minutes, I swear.” The words cut off in place of a moan when he dips two fingers into your slit, finding you wet and hot and everything he’s been thinking about since the day he met you. Your thighs go tight around his hand, enough so that he can feel your muscle against his forearm. The pads of his fingers glance around your entrance, teasing enough to have you lifting your ass off the seat, chasing his hand. “Matthew Murdock, if you try and make me cum in this car, there is a very good chance we will crash, and that is not the way I wanna go.”

Matt pulls his hand back, lifting his fingers to his mouth and licking the taste from them before his hand settles on your thigh again, hot skin on hot skin.

“Ten minutes.”

He feels the shift in your leg, and the car accelerates a little faster. Matt grins against your throat.

Take me to church.

You kill the engine ten minutes later, as promised, and every one of Matt’s remaining senses kicks into overdrive. He’s out of the car in a moment, all but sprinting around to your side, pulling you out as soon as your door is open. You squeak as he hoists you into his arms, and Matt’s eyes roll back as the scent of you engulfs him like a tidal wave, the almost overwhelming smell of your arousal filling his nose.

The small cottage you’ve arrived at once belonged to your grandparents, has been in your family for years, and your parents were kind enough to lend it out so the two of you could have a weekend away out of the city. Later, there’ll be time for stories, for you to tell him about the summers you spent here when you were young, the games you played on the docks and the evenings spent out on the water.

There’ll be time for that later. Right now, he needs you. Desperately.

“Bedroom?” he asks as soon as he steps through the door, you still held easily in his arms, hands locked around his shoulders.

“Straight ahead,” you say, your head dropping into the curve of his neck, lips seeking out his pulse point. He groans when you sink your teeth in just enough, scraping along his jugular and letting your tongue soothe the ache it leaves behind. It’s a good ache, one that zips straight to his cock, making it twitch in his sweats as he carries you easily down the hallway, one hand trailed along the wall, the other holding you against him.

“Are you sure you’re not hungry or something?” you ask as he steps through the doorway, fingers folding over the door jamb. It’s a few feet to the bed, and Matt turns as he steps, sinking onto the edge of the mattress and adjusting his grip on you, both hands sliding down to your ass. “We were driving for a long time, I could—”

“No, no, you don’t understand, sweetheart,” he growls into your throat. His hands have gone from cupping your ass to squeezing, and he can feel the goosebumps rising on your skin, the chill that twists down your spine. “You are in my veins. I need to taste you. I need to feel you. Now.”

He dives his hands beneath the hem of your shorts, the fabric giving way against his knuckles, giving him access to the bare curve of your ass, long fingers deftly seeking out your warmth and heat as they had in the car. He groans to find you just as wet and wanting, and you reach up, pulling his glasses from his face and putting them somewhere safe. Your palms settle on his cheek, thumbs swiping the planes of his face, and Matt shudders when you start to trail kisses across his brow, eyes dropping closed as your lips caress his lids, making his lashes flutter.

“I woulda taken you on a road trip ages ago if I’d known it’d get you this hot and bothered,” you whisper between kisses, giggling as you speak. Matt grins, cocking his head back so he can kiss your cheek, your lips.

“You just smell so good,” he murmurs into you, savouring the gasp in your throat when one of his fingers finds your centre, dipping in just to the first knuckle. “And so wet, sweetheart, always so wet for me.”

“Uh-huh,” you whimper, your back arching as your hips try to chase his finger, desperate for more than what he’s giving you, but he moves with you, refusing to give you anything further just yet. “Matty, stop teasing.”

“And what were your intentions,” he retorts, mouth glancing along your jaw, a second finger joining the first, still just to his first knuckle, “wearing these little shorts and no panties, huh?”

Your words are gone now, turned to moans that echo behind his teeth as he sinks them into your bottom lip. He can hear the blood rushing through your body, your skin warming against his with every little touch he gives you. Your scent swirls through the room with every shift of your bodies, the richness of it sitting heavily in the back of his throat, making his tongue loll out of his mouth so he can taste it on the air.

Matt’s tired of waiting.

With no warning save for a sharp squeeze of your ass, he pushes both fingers in, straight to the hilt, pulling a keening noise from your throat that makes his chest swell with pride. No one else gets to hear you make those noises, just him. Just your Matty. It takes two thrusts for the pads of his fingers to drag along that spongy spot inside you, your slick easing his movements, your whole body stuttering as he caresses the spot.

Your hands dive into his hair as Matt stands, still holding you in his lap, fingers still deep inside you, and turns, tilting you back onto the bed a moment later. He bends at the waist, lowering his head between your thighs. He refuses to pull his fingers from you now, so he pulls the crotch of your shorts to the side, baring you to him, your scent hitting him like a truck with no barrier to stifle it.

You shout his name at the first touch of his tongue, and Matt’s eyes roll back in his head as his tastebuds explode with the tang and sweetness he’s only ever found between your legs. He moves his fingers in time with his tongue, laving and lapping at you like you’re the only thing on earth that could quench his thirst, could quell the lust and longing surging through his veins.

You are.

The orgasm hits you quick and hard, your knees locking around his head as you flood Matt’s fingers, the smell of you growing impossibly more intense. He groans into you, licking up whatever he can get, tongue coated with the very essence of you.

He pulls his fingers from you only to push them between his lips. He can feel you watching him, your elbows sliding against the blanket so you can prop yourself up and get a better angle. You use the break to shove your shorts off; Matt feels the mattress shift further, hears the whip of fabric past his head after a moment. Then you’re sliding closer to him, legs bracketing his knees, hands reaching for the band of his sweats. He hisses as you pull the band down over his ass, his cock springing free and slapping against his stomach. Your fingers trail along the length of it a second later, and he growls, the sound echoing through the room.

“Well, you’ve tasted me,” you say softly, your voice dripping with seduction and lust and everything that’s been swirling through Matt’s brain for…how long? He’s lost track of time at this point. “Don’t you want to feel me?”

Something in Matt snaps then, and now he’s genuinely tired of waiting, of teasing. He needs you right now, needs to feel you wrapped around him this instant. He might go mad if he doesn’t.

He curls a hand around your calf, yanking it across until you’re flipped onto your stomach. You catch on quick, sliding onto your knees and lifting your ass. Matt inhales sharply, leaning forward to plant his hands on either side of you, leaving a trail of kisses up your spine, breath stuttering as his cock drags along your slit.

“C’mon, Matty,” you say lowly, turning your head just as Matt sinks his teeth into the meat of your shoulder blade. “Enough with the teas—”

You never finish the sentence. Matt adjusts his hips against your ass, curling his tailbone, and sinks into your heat in one fell swoop. Your words turn to an almost-scream of his name, your head dropping between your shoulders ass he rolls his hips into you, his cock dragging along every drenched nerve within you. He slings one arm around your middle, keeping your back against his chest as he starts to thrust, the room filled with the sounds of skin-on-skin, the wet glide of his cock, and the hitches in your breath every time he slides inside.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he mumbles into your shoulder, his grip tight at your ribs, and after a moment, he straightens, pulling you up with him, both arms around you now, hips still canting against you, cock disappearing into you with every thrust. “Like you were made for me.”

“I was,” you breathe, your head tilting back on his shoulder. “You just took your sweet time finding me.” Your hands lift to cover his, and Matt gives you a sloppy kiss, following the warmth of your breath until he can taste it.

He holds you impossibly closer, kissing the breath from your lungs and tasting every moan you have to offer. Your hips roll back against his, sucking him deeper inside and Matt adjusts his grip, one arm banded around your waist, the other hand reaching up to curl around your throat, just tight enough to make you gasp.

“Well, I did find you,” he murmurs to you, mouth at your ear as he rocks into you, “and I’m gonna stay buried in you until the end of time, you hear me?”

It’s cheesy, and Matt can feel the grin on your face as you tilt your head to the ceiling. “That’s quite the confession, Matthew.”

He gives you a particularly harsh thrust, hips snapping into your ass, and his grip drops, hand moving to the wetness between your legs, deft fingers finding your clit like it’s a homing beacon. It’s overwhelming, the feeling. The scent and the taste and the push and the pull, it’s almost unbearable. Almost. Your bodies feed off each other like some sort of cosmic equation; he fits too perfectly, you hold him too exactly.

But you love him just right.

And it’s those three whispered words from your lips, drenched in adoration and a touch of desperation, that send him over the edge. Your fingers fold around his wrist as he rubs you just enough, pulling sounds from you that are a symphony to his ears. Muscles tensing, you nearly bow forward, but his grip on your throat keeps you in place. Matt buries his nose in your neck, inhaling deeply as the pheromones and sweat pour off your skin, landing on his tongue and filling his nose.

Matt cums harder than he ever has.

He’s pretty sure he blacks out, his body roiling with pleasure so intense he can’t tell up from down or left from right. He’s vaguely conscious of his forehead being pressed against your spine, hands gripping your hips like a lifeline while your fingers cover his.

“I’ve got you, Matty,” he hears you say. “I’ve always got you.”

He comes down from the high a few minutes later, dimly aware that you’ve manoeuvred him down onto the bed and into your arms, that your calf is slotted between his thighs, and you’re running your fingers through his hair, pushing the sweaty strands away from his forehead before dropping a kiss to his skin. He blinks slowly, leaning into your touch as much as possible, and you hum happily.

“We should go get cleaned up,” you say softly, but you make no move to get up, and Matt shakes his head.

“Not yet.”

“Okay,” you agree, dropping another kiss to his forehead. He sinks into your touch, revelling in it, wishing he could bottle the feeling and save it for a rainy day, for a time when you’re not within reach, when he can’t find this kind of euphoria.

You don’t stop your movements, and Matt swears he could fall asleep right then and there, but, teetering on the edge, he calls your name.

“Yeah?”

“I love you, too,” he says softly, and hears the happy pickup in your heart, the little squeak that echoes through your throat. “In case it wasn’t obvious.”

Good God, let me give you my life.

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lab-trash · 7 months

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Dean singing Take Me To Church to Castiel while they're in purgatory.

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kneelingshadowsalome · 1 month

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Dog days by Ethel Cain 🙏 that's all I have to say

........anon?

I'm *h u r t i n g*

This is the perfect song for DOG fic... it's going straight in the playlist ❤️‍🔥

#“you walk a fine line between god and animal #you're just a feral dog I worship in bedroom ceremonials #cut me up and take me like the bread and blood at church #love's never been more than pain so baby show me how bad you hurt“#asdfasdfasdf #it's like i made the fic to match this exact song? and i've never even heard of it! until now #dog fic #songs for dog

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bheegibilli-studioghibli · 3 months

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Hozier x Reader Fics?

So reading some of the amazing talent on here has made me a bit inspired to write my own fics. If that’s something you guys want to see, feel free to send in requests. I’m working on a few pieces of my own which will be out soon. Thanks!

Also, I’ve been reading some incredible fics by the following accounts, so you can check those out till then:

@h0ezi3r

@crimsonred-hi

#hozier #andrew hozier byrne #hozier x reader #hozier fics #hozier oneshot #the hoziest #take me to church #hozier smut

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rearranging-deck-chairs · 4 months

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noooo you can let me describe the doctors body trust me i totally wont be weird about it this time

#me explaining why the doctor is hot: well theyre old enough to be my messiah so jot that down #also a body thats died many times #me opening the powerpoint: so before we begin hands up how many of you have spent more time than you should thinking abt jesus' body #church was like and this is body of christ and me being 7 and autistic took that in every way they DIDNT mean #anyway sorry yaz not sure what exactly the sin is here but im pretty sure uhhh it is one #its usually the master doing this #but yaz is taking the masters place in this fic so #that tracks i guess #gonna have to figure out how to take the pronouns out of this too #also look at the third person/second person flipflopping #i do that kind of a lot but i realised in this paragraph maybe thats because..........there isnt a third person imperative uhh mode?#is that a mode we call that idk #there ISNT a third person imperative right? thats just second person?#i think so #but its interesting bc thats like the main way my narration flipflops #idk if thats like bad. bad writer habit or whatever #if it is i dont really care #it doesnt bother ME so #idk if it bothers anyone else #one time i had a fun paragraph in the doctors pov where it went from its standard 3rd to 2nd to 1st. 1st plural i think #and then Back to 3rd distance yourself from yourself dont get too close #anyway

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frannyzooey · 1 year

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Gracie x f!reader, Take Me To Church Universe

Rating: Mature/Explicit

A/N: A little drabble I wrote while drunk last night, forgot about, and then found in my drafts like a little treat. ❤️

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She smelled so sweet.

So soft, like a cloud, when you touched the petal velvet of her skin. It molded under your touch; her sighs slipping into the darkness of the room.

Your tongue flattened along the underside of her breast, your mouth seeking the firm bud of her nipple and when you found it, you pulled it in with a gentle suck. A taste, a reverence, a worshipful savor.

Her hand curled around the nape of your neck, sliding up to curve over the crown of your head in encouragement and her back arched into the slick warmth of your exploring love, your hum of contentment making her smile.

Your cheeks cradled by the swell of her breasts, you kissed along the bare plane of her chest, felt her thrumming heartbeat against your lips and when you teased the dip of her throat with the tip of your tongue, she grew impatient and pulled you up to her mouth.

“Come here, honey,” she sighed, her hands guiding you into place.

Her mouth opened against yours, her tongue an immediate lick inside and for all the ways in which you’ve dreamt of her, her taste is familiar, yet new. Her mouth is so much softer than the men you’re used to, so much more lush, so swollen and eager. You taste the round of her bottom lip, sliding your tongue along it.

“Do you want —,” she pants into your mouth, her hips meeting your own in a slow, firm roll. “Do you want more, or do you just want this?”

Her blankets surround you, her scent filling your senses. It’s late, all the patrons in the brothel either asleep or passed out or gone, having had their needs met and the two of you writhe together in her narrow bed; your bodies seeking the relief no one was able to give you. Your hand maps the curves of her hip, forcing her closer to you.

Her breasts push against your own, her body fitting neatly along the sweet curves of yours and for a moment, you’re lost in the rhythmic kiss and part of her thigh between yours, your legs locked together, her arms around you tight.

Her silken nightgown stripped and thrown onto the floor, you own discarded at the foot of the bed and when she rolls you onto your back and fits herself between your thighs, you’re already whimpering with need.

Her tongue parts you, licking deeply inside where she knows the ache is, and your hands thread into her hair, pushing it away from her face but also using it to keep her in place. She loves this — loves to make you feel good, loves the salt of your slick, loves to hear you beg for her — and when she licks you until you’ve had your fill, she slides up with a damp mouth and kisses you soundly while she slips her fingers inside.

Your own curl into the bedding, your other hand reaching between your legs to push her touch deeper and you work together to bring you higher; your hips moving, moving, moving.

“Oh honey,” she breathes into you, drinking down your moans. “Just like that. Just like that.”

She’s always so generous with her praises and when you come, she smiles — the broken moan of your release sliding down her throat as you coat her fingers. She smears the slick on your cheek when she slips them out and cups your face, devouring your mouth.

Another minute more and she’s breathless on top of you, straddling your face as she grinds into your open mouth. Her hands curled around the headboard, squeezing it tight and she doesn’t stop moving; the plush give of her bottom resting on your chest as you encourage her to take when she needs.

You could taste this forever, listen to her sweet sounds forever, but soon she’s moving faster and faster; a sharp inhale and then she’s gone, the spill of her moan dissipating into the moonlit room.

You could still keep going — the phantom weight of a bounty hunter felt sliding deep inside you, an almost sob catching in your throat at how much you miss his solid weight — but she’s tired for the night; worn out, sated by your mouth.

Slipping down to curl her body around yours, she doesn’t stop though. She kisses and kisses and kisses you, until her mouth is swollen and sleepy, until her sighs turn into slow, steady breaths. You smile, stroking the fine hair away from her temple.

She’s so beautiful. Even more so at night, her face illuminated by the white washed tinge of the moon. The curve of her cheek is plump like her lips, the line of her nose one you’ve kissed a thousand times and you do it again now, just before you fit your face into the sweet smelling crook of her neck and fall asleep.

Morning comes, your bodies warm and lax. Her fingers smoothing over your hip, your own splaying over her breast. It’s early, but never too early for a kiss.

“Good morning, honey,” she smiles sleepily, and you match it with your own.

“Good morning.”

#wlw post #wlw #take me to church fic #wlw x reader #wlw/reader

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soldier-poet-king · 10 months

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Well my only hope for a roommate fell through definitively. Which is fine and I understand and I'm not even really hurt by it (that may come later idk). Maybe I am more suited to living alone (with the exception of a select few ppl) than I am abt having a roommate. But also. I DO fear the isolation. And y'know. Rent is way pricier for a single apt. Feeling just. :///

#franposting #incredibly discouraged and sad and idk why bc i Knew this was coming #on the other hand my grad school friends are now both living in the citt #and sure transit sucks and it takes me more than an hour to get to ones apartment #but at least we'll be able to hang out s little more #idk. i feel silly.#i really DO want my whole close lifelong friends all living together scenario #or community close together #i have neither those friends nearby nor that living arrangement.#not to b like. 2012 avengers tower fic were on to smthn. but it def taps into this desire in me #anyway I'll be ok. pf tmrw night! FINALLY GET TO REST and get my spell slots back #maybe gym. if i can bring myself to go ive been so neglecting in bc ive been so sad and in physical pain #church obvs. grocery run maybe

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gothicayomi · 1 year

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Faith chapter 1 came out when I was 17... I've waited like almost 6 years for ppl to truly start simping for John SMH where were you bitches when I needed yall LOL

#john ward #faith the unholy trinity #love you allllll #anyways #my obsession with priests started with kirei back when i was 14 and i have not been the same since #ummmmm i should update my john x reader ns !fw fic on ao3................#ahem ahem its called take me in church btw #blinks

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yalocalfanficaddict · 5 months

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*vibrating to the point of combusting over the need to write something and title it with a Hozier song/lyric*

Ayo, new music obsession just dropped! Here's a random prompt list of Hozier stuff because my mind is rotting! Anything with Pt 1 and Pt 2 beside it, is just complimentary titles for potential series titles.

Take me to church:

Giggle At A Funeral

Born Sick

Like A Dog At The Shrine

Offer Me Your Deathless Death

Take Me To Church (A lil obvious with this one, but just imagine the Corpse Bride AU's)

My Lover's The Sunlight (Pt 1)

She Demands A Sacrifice (Pt 2)

This is Hungry Work

No Masters Or Kings (Pt 1)

When The Ritual Begins (Pt 2)

THERE IS NO SWEETER INNOCENCE THAN OUR GENTLE SIN (THE ANGST FOR THIS ONE *folds*)

Let Me Give You My Life

Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene:

Toying Somewhere Between Love And Abuse (Please just hit me with the back of a metal chair) (and by metal chair I mean angst)

The Wretched And Joyful

Shaking The Wings Of Their Terrible Youth (Arch-angels? Anybody?)

Freshly Disowned...Frozen Devotion

Sweetened Breath And Tongue So Mean (Removed pronouns for inclusivity)

Feeling More Human

I Lay My Heart Down (Pt 1)

It's Bloody It's Raw, But I Swear It's Sweet (Pt 2)

Wonder If Better Now Having Survived (Pt 1)

I'm Alive (Pt 2)

Jackie and Wilson:

From Behind The Red In My Eyes (Literally any character with red eyes will rule this title)

No Better Version Of Me

Most Familiar of Swine (Enemies to Lovers WHERE YOU AT??)

Wretched And Divine (I don't watch Good Omens, but think of the potential!!!!)

Laughing Away Through My Feeble Disguise

Found Me Just In Time

My Mid-Youth Crisis All Said And Done (Pt 1)

Never Felt So Young (Pt 2)

Call Me "Baby"

Hands Through My Hair

Soothe Me Daily

Raise 'Em On Rhythm And Blues

It'd Be Great To Find A Place We Could Escape Sometime

Dead And Buried In The Yard Outside

Watch The World Go By (Pt 1)

Watch It Burn And Rust (Pt 2)

It Wasn't For Us (Pt 3????)

Cut Clean From The Dream (Childhood Friends To Strangers???)

Let My Mind Reset

Looking Up From A Cigarette

Someone New:

Don't Take This The Wrong Way

You Knew Who I Was (Pt 1)

Every Step I Ran To You (Pt 2)

Electing Strange Perfections

Just A Little Ol' Little Bit

Everyday With Someone New (Here me out...Soulmate AU)

(There's An) Art To Life's Distractions (Pt 1)

The Art Of Scraping Through (Pt 2)

Some Like To Imagine

I Guess Any Thrill Will Do (Grumpy x Sunshine adventure!)

My Heart's Already Sinned

How Pure, How Sweet A Love

'Cause God Knows I Fall In Love (Denial for their feelings >>>)

The Stranger The Better

To Be Alone:

Never Feel Too Good In Crowds (Angst? Trauma Recovery?)

Crude And Proud Creatures Baying

All I've Ever Done Is Hide

When You Kill The Lights And Kiss My Eyes (FORBIDDEN LOVERS!!!!!)

I Feel Like A Person For A Moment Of My Life (Pt 1)

But You Don't Know What Hell You Put Me Through (Pt 2)

Kiss The Skin That Crawls From You

Oh, To Be Alone With You (Pt 1)

Questions I Can't Ask (Pt 2)

At Last, The Worst Is Over (BANANA FISH IF THEY HAD A HAPPY ENDING) (I'M SOBBING)

Not A Trace Of Me Would Argue (Whipped characters be like)

We Should Run Away

From Eden:

Something So Tragic About You (Please combine the next few lines as Pt 1s, 2s, 3s, etc. as you see fit!)

Something So Magic About You

Something Lonesome About You

Something Wholesome About You

Get Closer To Me

No Time For Me

You're Familiar Like My Mirror Years Ago

Idealism Sits In Prison

Chivalry Fell On It's Sword

Innocence Died Screaming

Something So Wretched About This (Hozier's favourite word unlocked lol)

Where To Begin?

What A Sin

To Hang From A Tree

In a Week (Ft. Karen Cowley):

I Have Never Known Peace

Like These Insects That Feast On Me

Our Heartbeats Becoming Slow

(We Lay Here) For Years Or For Hours (HANAHAKI WRITERS PLEASE HEAR ME OUT)

Two Corpses We Were (Pt1)

Two Corpses I Saw (Pt 2)

I'd Be Home With You (Could be used as a Hurt/Comfort or a Hurt/No Comfort)

The Slumber That Creeps To Me

I Have Never Known Color (Soulmate AU!!)

Flesh Calmly Going Cold

Your Hand In My Hand

So Still And Discreet

When The Weather Gets Hot

After The Foxes Have Known Our Taste (Pt 1)

After The Raven Has Had It's Say (Pt 2)

Sedated:

Just A Little Rush

To Feel Dizzy, To Derail The Mind

My Heart's In Atrophy

Nursing On A Poison That Never Stung (Pt 1)

Our Teeth And Lungs Are Lined From The Scum Of It (Pt 2)

We Are Deaf (Pt 1)

We Are Numb (Pt 2)

Something Isn't Right (Trapped in an Alternate Universe, anyone?)

Little Words

Slaves To Any Semblance Of Touch (Touched Starved Character's are gonna have a field day with this one lol)

We Should Quit But We Love It So Much (Never meant to be romances >>>)

Come And Save Me From It? (THE QUESTION MARK IS WHAT MAKES ME GO FERAL AHSBWBEDKSI)

Drag Me Away From It

Work Song:

Workin' On Empty

I Just Think About My Baby

I Could Barely Eat

Nothing Sweeter Than My Baby

Once From The Cherry Tree

Give Me Toothaches Just From Kissin' Me

When My Time Comes Around (Pt 1)

Lay Me Gently In The Cold Dark Earth (Pt 2) (THE ANGSSTTTTT)

Three Days On Drunken Sin (We aaaall know the smut writers will have a field day with this one, haha!)

An Empty Crib

No Grave Can Hold My Body Down

What My Hands And My Body Done

If The Lord Don't Forgive Me

Heaven And Hell Were Words To Me

Like Real People Do:

Why Were You Digging? (Pt 1)

What Did You Bury (Pt 2)

Those Hands Pulled Me From The Earth

(I Will Not Ask You) Where You Came From

Kiss Like Real People Do (AHKUDHUSdHBE JUST IMAGINE THE POTENTIAL-)

Eyes Always Seeking

In Some Sad Way, I Already Know

It Will Come Back:

You Know Better, Babe

Talk To It Like That (My mind went STRAIGHT to the gutter when I read it out of context)

Don't Give It A Hand, Offer A Soul

Leave It To The Land

Don't Let It In With No Intentions To Keep It

It Will Come Back

Smile At Me Like That

Hold Me

I'm Something Else When I See You (Myyy heaaart!!! Grumpy x Sunshine title for sure!!)

You Don't Understand, You Should Never Know

How Easy You Are To Need

It Can't Be Unlearned

The Warmth Of Your Doorways

Oh, Please, Give Me Mercy No More (WHUMP POTENTIAL!!!)

A Kindness You Can't Afford

Howling Outside Your Door

Foreigner's God:

Moved In Shameless Wonder

The Perfect Creature Rarely Seen

When The Land Was Godless And Free

Into The Empty Parts Of Me

My Heart Is Heavy

Always A Well Dressed Fraud

Never For Me

The Purest Expression Of Grief (HEAR ME OUT!! HEAR ME OUT!!)

Tender Charm

The Broken Love I Made To Them (Changed pronouns for inclusivity!)

Foreign To Me

Cherry Wine:

Eyes And Words Are So Icy

Like Rum On A Fire

Hot And Fast And Angry (Mad smut mad smut mad smut mad smut mad-)

I Walk My Days On A Wire

Oh Mama, Don't Fuss Over Me

The Blood Is Rare And Sweet As Cherry Wine (*glances at the Twilight fandom nervously*)

The Sheets Of Some Other

But I Want It, It's A Crime

Not Around Most Of The Time

I'm Their's And They're Mine (Inclusivity!!)

Fight And Fury Is Fiery

Loves Like Sleep To The Freezing

Sweet And Right And Merciful

It's Worth It (Pt 1)

It's Divine (Pt 2)

In The Woods Somewhere:

My Head Was Warm, My Skin Was Soaked

When I Awoke, The Moon Still Hung

The Darkness Hummed

I Prayed My Mind Be Good To Me

Into The Trees With Empty Hands

His Bone Exposed, His Hind Was Lame, I Raise A Stone To End His Pain (A lil long, but I think it sounds nice✨)

What Caused The Wound?

To Save A Life I Didn't Have

Forgot All Prayers Of Joining You

My Dearest Love, I'm Not Done Yet

Something In The Woods Somewhere

Run:

Rare Is This Love, Keep It Covered (FORBIDDEN LOVERS!!! I'LL DIE ON THIS HILL OF THIS BEING THE BEST TROPE)

Run To Me, Lover

Until You Feel Your Lungs Bleeding (HANAHAKI?? HANAHAKI!!)

To Be Twisted By Something (A knife? A rope? Possibilities are endless!)

A Shame Without A Sin

Rushing To The Shore To Meet

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