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layersofsymbolism · 6 days

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Zevlor's breathing doesn't slow this time. He's burning as hot as the Hells under your hands, your mouth, as he kisses you with barely restrained fury. His own calloused fingers glide over your skin, knuckles flexing, tense, the occasional bite of claws and prick of teeth showing how ragged his command of himself has become. The low growl, the deep vibration in his powerful chest, is almost constant now. He shifts from between your thighs and slips a hand behind your knees, his arm moving around your back and lifting you as easily as if you were made of straw. Cradling your still quivering body as a few quick steps take you around a corner to where his bedroll waits in a small alcove. Crouching, he lays you down on the thin wool blanket, the meagre padding reinforcing your suspicion that this is a man too accustomed to denying himself even the most basic of life's pleasures. His kit is clean and meticulously kept, but painfully spartan. He kneels above you, tail lashing, regarding your supine form with undisguised trepidation. Brushing a lock of the dark flaxen hair from his eyes, his tone is rough, apologetic.

"I wish it was softer. You deserve..."

"Fear not, I like it hard," you smile, running your nails down his abs.

His nostrils flare, and those long hands clench, fighting himself for mastery. Incrementally, he lowers himself over you, careful to avoid laying his full weight upon you, easing between your spread legs, supporting his body on his elbows until he is pressed against you fully, manhood sliding against the junction between your thighs. He closes his eyes, resting his forehead on yours and letting his hair curtain your faces. A gentle kiss, and another, precedes the fire of his eyes reigniting an inch from yours. He draws a deep, shaking breath.

"I want... I need to be inside you. I've never felt anything like... please, I don't want to hurt you. I'll go slow. Let me know if it's too much. Say 'Paladin'."

Your heart almost breaks, knowing he chose that word because it was guaranteed to wrench him from any loss of control and cool his lust like a dash of icy water. You know you'd never be able to do that to him, to remind him of everything he hates about himself, to bring awareness of his perceived dishonor to your bed. You shower kisses over his face, his eyelids, gripping him almost fiercely, wanting to feel his full weight on you. He's heavy for his size, but you adore the pressure, wanting to be as close to him as possible. You flex your hips with a needy whimper, dragging him back from the brink and igniting that flaming passion once more. You nibble his pointed ear and he groans, shifting his hardness against your center.

"I can take anything you're willing to give me, Zevlor. I want everything that you are. I'm yours. Please. I..."

Your last two words are swallowed by his frantic kiss as his amazing body flexes, lining up the thick blunt crown of his manhood with your slick, quivering folds. He lifts his head slightly, the fire raging in his eyes the only thing you can see within the silken curtain of his hair as, ever so slowly, with as much gentleness as his lust will allow, he lets the weight of his hips and thighs relax downward...

#bg3 zevlor #zevlor #zevlor bg3 #nsft #afab reader #touch of angst #part 7

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it-happened-one-fic · 7 months

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Dead of the Night - Diluc (Part 2)

Author Notes: The second part of my Halloween/October fic series for Genshin Impact! Much of what applied to the first part applies to this part as well. I wrote and edited this Vampire! AU series exclusively to "Is this Love" by Whitesnake which did kind of influence how this series came together. As per usual, Reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Gender-Neutral Reader/ Vampire! AU/ pining/ romance/ some drama/ fluff with a touch of angst

Word Count: 1711

{Part 1}, {Part 2: You're Here!}, {Part 3}, {Part 4}

Also available on AO3 (link deleted due to glitches)

Trigger Warning: Reader does get attacked by a vampire, but all is well.

I blinked up at Diluc, not entirely sure of what to say, as the vampire that had just attacked me collapsed into ashes mere seconds after ignition.

Thank you? You’re a vampire?! How on earth did you get here this quickly??!

They all seemed like reasonable reactions, but I faltered as he turned to look down at me, backlit by the remains of the burning pyre behind him.

His face was a mask of worry as he looked down at where I remained. Sprawled on the ground from where the vampire had tackled me.

He dropped down into a crouch at a distance that I realized was to ensure I felt safe with him. Almost like he somehow knew that I’d seen his fangs and was worried that I was afraid.

It was a realization that brought a pang to my heart because it was true. Even though he’d just saved me, I was afraid.

“Are you alright?” His voice was cautious, but the undertone of worry was there, and I could clearly see the concern in his eyes.

And slowly, I nodded before, at long last, finding my voice, “Yeah… I’m okay.”

I watched as some of the tenseness left his frame and he stood once more, reaching down towards where I still sat on the ground, “Can you stand?” That was a very valid question, I realized, as I finally noticed my legs were trembling from the adrenaline crash that I was currently experiencing.

A crash that I really didn’t want to be dealing with right now since I’d just found out that my childhood friend, who’d just saved my life, was a vampire.

“I… I don’t know.” He frowned at my words and started to lean down before I panickedly started trying to stand. My legs were still trembling, but they held me up as I straightened and took a step backwards, “I’m good, yeah… I’ve got it.”

Diluc frowned at my words, watching me closely as I wrapped my arms around myself in some sort of feeble embrace.

I slowly steadied my breathing and looked back over to where he stood. The worry in his red eyes was still easily visible as I forced myself to get a grip on the situation and calm down.

“Thank you,” I at last managed, squeezing my arms slightly as if to ground myself. It was surreal, though.

I’d just been thinking about how, even despite the distance between us, Diluc would never truly be a stranger simply due to our shared childhood, but here I was learning he was a vampire. And who knew how long he’d been one? It made me wonder what else I’d been wrong about.

Perhaps I didn’t and hadn’t known him as well as I’d thought, and perhaps that was why a distance had sprung up between us.

I exhaled, my gaze still holding his as I wondered what he was thinking. I knew that I should probably be thinking about how I’d almost been killed just now, or perhaps about how to get away from the potential new danger that came in the form of an old friend.

But instead, I just quietly voiced the question that I already knew the answer to, “You’re a vampire?”

He tensed almost immediately, his eyes widening slightly, before a guarded expression washed across his face. And for a brief moment, I thought that was going to be it. That was going to be the end of it.

But then he turned away with a sigh, almost like he was trying to hide what I’d already seen as he spoke, his voice quieter than it had been, “Yes. It happened quite some time ago.”

Some time ago…. My mind immediately took me back to that rainy day when Crepus had died, when Diluc and Kaeya had their falling out, and when the distance between me and Diluc had first made its appearance.

But had it really happened then? It was true that Diluc had not changed much in appearance since that day, but that didn’t necessarily mean that was the day that he’d been bitten and forever changed into a creature of the night.

Perhaps it had happened while he was away? After all, Mondstadt wasn’t the only place with vampires; it was just that ours were less well-controlled. A fault of the Knights of Favonius, I was sure Diluc would argue.

I watched him, though. Finding that since I’d calmed down from my incredibly recent brush with death, I was not actually afraid of Diluc, even though he’d just confirmed my suspicions.

I’d been terrified of the vampire that had attacked me, but not of Diluc.

It was possible that it was because Diluc had saved me, but it was more likely that it was just because Diluc was Diluc.

Because, for better or worse, I cared for Diluc. Even if I’d failed him in the past when he’d needed comfort and, despite everyone’s best efforts, had decided to leave home to find it elsewhere, I still cared.

“Did you get hurt?” My voice was quiet, but it had Diluc turning to look at me with obvious surprise.

And I supposed that made sense. Any other sane person would’ve fled his presence rather quickly after finding out his status as a vampire. But I couldn’t. Not when he’d saved me mere moments ago, and not when he was my friend. Even if, to him, I was just a friend from the past.

“When it dove at you, I mean.” I gestured vaguely towards where the vampire had been as I attempted to fill the heavy silence with my voice and explain my previous question all at once, “Did you get hurt then?”

Something about his stare changed, almost like it softened as he continued to look at me before he shook his head. Twisting so that he was facing me fully once more. “No, I’m fine.”

He frowned as he finished, looking off towards something in the distance that only he could see. But perhaps there really was something there. I had heard that vampires could see in the dark far better than the average human.

“You should get home…. I’ll walk you there,” His voice was firm, confirming that he had indeed seen something that he didn’t like.

I hesitated, almost wanting to refuse and go on my own, but the memory of that vampire showing up and chasing me was right there in the back of my mind. A reminder of what was out there and what it was that Diluc might have seen.

“I… thank you,” I at last accepted and I saw a frown flicker across Diluc’s face. But he was no doubt realizing that I was hesitant to be near him, and the information that he was a vampire was still fresh and new in my mind.

Though, admittedly, it wasn’t his status as a vampire that made me hesitant, and more my general awkwardness around him.

But he turned, without any further words, and started leading me down the path towards where I lived.

And I followed him silently. Glancing nervously behind me before trotting after him and falling into a steady stroll once I caught up.

Similarly, he remained silent, adding to the weighty atmosphere. But somehow I still couldn’t help but recall that when we were young, we would come dashing up this very same street hand in hand.

It had been different then. A bright smile on Diluc’s face had been a common thing, as he would hurriedly ask my parents, with shining eyes, if I could go to his house.

But we’d also been kids then. Frolicking together alongside Jean, Barbara, and Kaeya, when he wasn’t sick, in the vineyard under Adelinde’s watchful eye.

“Um… I really can’t thank you enough,” I started, only to be cut off as Diluc stopped to look back at me over his shoulder. Seemingly unwilling to face me fully.

“There’s no need. Anyone else would have done the same. There was no way I could just leave you there while you were under attack,” His words were polite, but the unsaid meaning was there as well.

‘Don’t push yourself. I know you’re scared now that you realize I’m a vampire.’

I frowned, my fingers curling into my palm as I watched him turn away and start down the path again. It wasn’t a strange sight to see Diluc walking on his own. But I now wondered if that was by choice.

Perhaps, after being turned, he’d gotten into the habit of shunning the presence of others in order to keep his secret. It couldn’t be easy, after all, to avoid sunlight, run the winery, and keep up with day-to-day life.

And perhaps those thoughts were why I found myself trotting after him and reaching out as I grabbed him by the arm impulsively. Causing the young man to turn with wide eyes as the words came rushing from my mouth, “I won’t tell anyone!”

I faltered under his gaze, withdrawing my hand from his arm as my voice softened from one of desperation to awkward reassurance, “I won’t tell anyone that you’re a vampire, I mean.”

My gaze flickered up to meet his, watching him carefully and hoping my words put him a bit more at ease. Because I didn’t want this gap between us to grow any larger. It was awkward enough as it was, and if I didn’t handle this carefully, it would only get worse.

“So you don’t have to worry about that, at the very least,” I finished quietly, forcing myself to keep looking up at him despite how awkward I felt.

And Diluc stared at me, half-startled, before his gaze softened once more. Almost like he was relaxing as I pushed myself to accept this change and let him know it was fine.

Because even if he was a vampire, he was also still Diluc. And the Diluc I knew would never hurt anyone in Mondstadt. Not me nor anyone else.

The only people he’d ever be a threat to would be those who threatened his home. And if what occurred a few moments ago was anything to go by, that number included the other vampires.

@vera-deville

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juiche · 4 months

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a moment of peace before the whole world shatters 😇

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frownyalfred · 5 months

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a random socialite at a fundraiser: you know Bruce, that boy of yours is getting to be a little too pretty. heh.

Bruce Wayne, who was also "too pretty" at fourteen and is absolutely ready to castrate anyone who even looks at Dick directly: oh?

#bruce wayne #batman #dc #batfamily #dick grayson #dc comics #tw gross old men at fundraisers #not sure how to tag that #but yes bruce was too pretty and ughhh the angst #it's not explored enough #but you KNOW he's not letting them touch dick #alfred tried his best but he couldn't be in the spotlight WITH bruce every second #and now bruce lets them talk and smiles and walks away and then ruins them

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novelbear · 1 year

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“say you won’t let go” - some touch starved scenarios

prompt list by @novelbear

heart pounding whenever the other does so much as to hold onto their wrist while guiding them through a crowd

one just casually sitting down on the other's lap and they start internally freaking the hell out

hesitantly tugging the other's fabric of their shirt or sleeve, testing the waters

^^ the other notices so they pull them into a hug, smiling as they just watch them melt

"wait, don't go, please.."

"is this okay?" "it's more than okay."

already barely holding it together as they're getting their hand held but then they feel that reassuring squeeze and they just can't

wearing the others' clothes so that it can at least feel like they're hugging them, even for just a moment

feeling so lonely that they have to call their lover/friend, just to get a sense and reminder that they're still there

^ trying and failing to hold back their tears as they do so

"can i have one more hug?" "aw, babe you don't have to ask, c'mere..."

when the other holds onto their waist briefly as they're passing by and it just send chills down their spine

breaking down mid-hug because they just needed this so much

their breath hitching whenever the other gets a little closer

^ feeling crushed when that action is taken as a sign of discomfort, and they watch them slowly back off

holding onto a stuffed animal/pillow, imagining that it's their lover in their embrace instead

one leaning their head onto the other's shoulder suddenly and they just freeze

"i wasn't sure how much longer i could have taken this..."

#otp prompts #writing prompts #imagine your otp #otp writing #writeblr #prompt list #romance prompts #fluff prompts #dialogue prompts #angst prompts #fluff #touch starved prompts #otp #angst #request #thank you vyni for your help with these muah

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norrisleclercf1 · 22 days

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I swear, cut your hair....I dare you too

#he touches it and its war #ill write the most heartbreaking angst ever #swear it #charles leclerc #f1 #formula 1 #f1 fandom #formula one

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nartothelar · 23 days

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But how much would that affect them once they are reunited? Emmet automatically dismissing Ingo when he does something bad for him, for one moment he forgets he actually is there again now and it's only when Ingo's warm and very real hand rests on his shoulder that he snaps out of it. Or Ingo seeing Emmet on the couch from the corner of his eyes and his blood runs cold, his brain is sure that something must be wrong, he's dying or badly hurt bc he is seeing the man in white again, and it's only when Emmet is holding onto his arms, saying words that he can't process through his panic, that he remembers where he is and that everything is okay now. It would be a while before they got back to any resemblance of normalcy after so much trauma they both went through.

are you real?

- ingo just recently returned; emmet can hardly believe it

- when he appears, emmet doesn’t look at “ingo” bc he knows he isn’t real (but also bc if he does, the illusion will be broken that much quicker)

- physical touch grounds emmet

#OUGHHH THATS SOME TASTY ANGST #also I hc that emmet is generally touch adverse unless you’re someone he trusts #subconscious guardian angel au #submas #emmet #kudari #nobori #ingo #pokemon fanart #pokemon #fanart #tw eye contact #ask #angst

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stevebabey · 1 year

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part one here. ze part two to touch-starved stevie that absolutely no one requested hehe <3 but i gots to let my boys have a wee kiss :")

So, hugs with Eddie become… well, a thing.

Not a thing. They’re not a thing, Steve and Eddie. It’s totally the same as when he gets hugs from Robin. Eddie’s doing him a favour as a friend. It’s got the 100% platonic energy of getting a hug from a friend — a hug that usually melts into some form of a cuddle, limbs all tangled together until they can’t tell whose are whose.

Except, Steve doesn’t really do that second part with Robin. Like he hasn’t done it ever with Robin.

So, it’s an Eddie thing.

But they’re not a thing. Not matter how much Steve would actually very much like for that happen. Okay, maybe Steve’s overthinking the whole thing a bit, but he just can’t tell.

Where’s the line? It’s infuriating not being able to discern between platonic and more, just because Steve wasn’t held enough as a fucking baby. Out of all the things he resents his parents for, Steve’s surprised that this is so near the top.

Because, sure, Steve’s had more than his fair share of hookups. He knows that sort of touch. He knows the shape of lust; the scrapes of fingernails down backs, the tight grips over skin, the push and pull of the heat of the moment.

And this thing with Eddie… is not that.

So, really, Steve knows that it’s all friendly. Eddie is just being nice. He’s being a decent dude and helping his friend out — by catapulting himself into Steve’s arms at every opportune moment.

(Steve’s only dropped 3 mugs of coffee because of this so far. It’s only because Eddie says good catch, big boy with a devilish grin every time that Steve manages to catch Eddie that Steve hasn’t completely told him to knock it off. Just yet, at least.)

And he’s different in other areas. He’ll always seem to choose the seat next to Steve on movie-nights now, content to snuggle right up to him. They get thigh to thigh, arm to arm — and Eddie only needs to get about 20 minutes in for him to do a big sigh, like an old dog, and slump over, resting his head on Steve’s shoulder.

Steve notices though. He always notices.

It’s impossible not to— the skin, even if there’s 3 layers between them, burns blazing warm. Eddie’s hair drapes over his arm, a curl inevitably tickling along Steve’s collar. He can feel the rise and fall of Eddie’s breathing, the little shake of when he laughs.

It drives Steve a little insane— insane in the way that makes him think about burying his fingers in those curls again, about pressing his lips against Eddie’s pretty mouth just to feel the smile against his skin, about digging into his chest so he can climb into his chest and live there.

Yeah, it’s— well, it’s safe to say that the effect of Eddie’s touchiness has sent what was once a fleeting thought of a crush into mind-melting levels of affection.

But he can’t fucking tell.

To Steve’s credit, neither can Eddie.

Which is not surprisingly considering sometimes he catches himself wondering how the hell he ended up here; in a close-knit friendship with band-geek Robin Buckley, princess Nancy Wheeler, and King Steve Harrington.

Okay, the Robin one sort of makes sense. He thinks that if no matter when their paths crossed, he and Robin would’ve always even some sort of strange friends - her snark complimenting his bitchiness. Also, the whole super queer thing helps too. Even the friendship with Nancy works, in its own weird way.

Steve though? He’s the fucking curve ball.

It works though, the two of them. Surprisingly well, actually — the two of them get on like a house on fire, bitchy quips back and forth. Even better, is the quiet that they can share. Steve loves to come around and do… nothing. Do nothing with Eddie, though.

So, even though Eddie had noticed the tension in Steve with touch, little moments where he turned rigid when Eddie’s usual wandering hands got too comfortable — Eddie chalked it up to the usual. Guys bring too uncomfortable with him, too weird about another guy being touchy. It didn’t matter than Eddie wasn’t even out to Steve yet, he was still might be that type of guy.

Well, Eddie had certainly thought so. Sure, Steve might not be one of those jocks who smacked around boys who looked too long in the locker room, but if he knew a smidge of the truth, who really knows. It would explain the tenseness at least.

But then— ‘Can I… have a hug?’ There had been a dozen things Eddie was thinking that Steve could’ve asked for but that? Wasn’t even in the ballpark. It was so left-field it left Eddie speechless for a whole moment. And Steve had been staring at the ceiling, his hands curled up tight again like- like he thought Eddie might say no.

A ridiculous thought, honestly. Anyone who knew Eddie well enough knew he was touchy; loved giving it, loved getting it. Like an overly affectionate cat, Wayne had once called him, just 11 years old, because Eddie’s need for affection seem to never be sated.

After that night, Steve’s lack of touch became far more obvious. It’s always hair ruffles or high-fives, yet never hugs. Normally, Eddie would keep to that boundary; some people are less touchy other than others, he knows that.

But… “Sometimes I realise it’s been awhile, since I’ve had some touch.” That’s what Steve had said, his words. Eddie doesn’t even think he meant to say something so heartbreaking. In fact, the guy seemed embarrassed.

It had thrown Eddie for a loop— because Steve gets around. He’s nearly notorious for one-night stands and failed flings, as Robin loves to drone on about considering she’s subjected to all the flirting. What had originally been a point of envy for Eddie, just saturates the bleakness of Steve’s words. Sex but without a moment of intimacy.

So, while Eddie is miles away from being the person who gets into Steve’s pants — not for lack of want, mind you — he does try hike up the touchiness. Little things. Lingering when he taps him on the arm, hooking his chin over Steve’s shoulder to peer over it, leaning up against him when they’re side by side watching a film.

It’s good. It helps Eddie release the pressure of his stupid monumental god-awful crush he has. Yeah, yeah, it’s laughable, even to Eddie. It’s like Gay 101; don’t get crush on straight dudes, especially the ones you’re friends with. And yet…

Steve lets him. He lets Eddie give him touch, more than he lets anyone else. He still tenses; there’s still always a moment before he can remember to relax, like he’s trying to shake off bad thoughts but then he melts. He always melts into Eddie’s touch eventually — in a way Eddie knows Steve actually loves it, drinks it up as much as he can.

And maybe, Eddie is the biggest fool to grace the Earth to let that fact give him some hope. Sue his gooey heart, he’s a romantic. It’s a quiet hope but, it’s there.

Tonight, it seems relaxing for Steve is been harder than usual— several times has Eddie traced a quite long along Steve’s arms, a subtle point that they were far too tense for someone who was wrapped up in cuddles on the couch. ‘Cos that’s 100% what they are now. Eddie will still call them hugs, but usually, when it’s just the two of them, it becomes this.

Steve, tucked up into the corner of the couch, one leg flush along the back of the couch and one hanging off the edge. It’s the prime position for Eddie to crawl up, wind his arms around Steve’s middle and give him a good squeeze and then settle there. Head on Steve’s chest, lying in the cradle of his hips. Safe. Warm.

It makes him warm, oh very warm to know that he gets this. That Steve doesn’t give this amount of trust to many, if any, other people but Eddie — he trusts Eddie.

“Y’know,” Eddie says, cheeks smushed against the plain of Steve’s pec. It feels deliciously warm and Eddie’s fairly sure he can feel how toned it is just through his cheek. Hot bastard. “I’m actually real glad you asked for that hug all those weeks ago.”

He leaves it there ‘cos he knows Steve will ask. Eddie’s eyes stay on the buzzing tv-screen even as Steve’s head shifts, turning to peer down at the boy slumped on his chest. Eddie’s pretty sure he can see Steve’s mouth twitch up into a smile.

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” Eddie affirms, giving a nod and his eyes flick up to meet Steve’s for just a moment. “Think I’ve had some of the best hugs in the world.”

Okay, that was maybe more honest and sappy than Eddie was going for. He is just letting Steve know he isn’t just doing it for Steve — that he enjoys these moments just as much. He lays it on thick, tries for a smarmy angle.

“Swept up in these pillowy arms?” He croons, giving Steve’s bicep a quick squeeze, making the other chuckle softly. “Who wouldn’t think so? I’m a lucky guy.”

Despite the joking tone, there’s no quick comeback from Steve. That’s alright. Eddie’s quite happy if this is one of the times Steve just takes the compliment; let’s the word sink in and hopefully, believes them, even if it’s just a little bit. He watches the film and doesn’t read into the silence.

Not even when Steve says, “Eddie?” all soft. Nearly shy sounding. It doesn’t quite register to Eddie’s ears.

“Mm?”

“Eddie.” Steve says again, a little firmer and that catches Eddie’s attention. He turns his head and rests his chin on Steve’s chest, his brows drawn together in silent question.

But the moment he makes eye contact, Steve’s doing that scrunched up face again. Is studying the ceiling instead of facing Eddie. And just like all those weeks ago, his hands clench up tight. Twists up the fabric of Eddie’s sweater in between his fingers and uses it to ground himself.

Last time, he asked for a hug. Considering he’s currently just about squishing Steve beneath his body weight, Eddie can’t fathom what he might be worked up to ask for. Unless he was going to ask for something more than a hug— which, well, just wasn’t going to happen, even if Eddie really wanted it to.

“Can I-” Steve starts. He sucks in a breath, almost like he’s gathering courage. But he’s not, because he’s not about to ask for what Eddie hopes for, he’s not, he’s—

Unless…?

“Can I… have a kiss?” Steve asks, barely audible. The sentence is murmured, soft words that hit Eddie like a gentle kiss in itself — imprinting right onto his heart. Steve Harrington wants a kiss — from him!

“Oh.” Eddie says, in a breathy delightful way. He’s fairly certain the little monkey in his brain is clapping its cymbals at double-speed as the words process; or maybe it’s his heart, which feels like it’s leapt up his throat.

“Oh?” Steve echoes, a smile already playing at the edges of his mouth, because he can see Eddie’s want. Because he knows him.

“Yes.” Eddie says suddenly, with a frantic nod, pushing up closer so their faces are aligned. “Yes, absolutely, you can.” He affirms.

Steve huffs a quiet laugh at the eagerness and then his arm that had been slung around Eddie shifts. It moves up til his hand caresses along the line of Eddie’s jaw, tilting him just how he likes.

Eddie holds his breath. Counts the freckles he can see this close. Tries to feel Steve’s heartbeat through where they’re pressed so closely together; can Steve feel his? Thundering and hurried, beating so hard Eddie thinks he might bruise the inside of his ribs.

Then Steve kisses him. And shit, Steve’s lip are better by ten-fold than every daydream Eddie’s ever had about them. They’re warm and so soft — plush and pressing against his own and Eddie is freezing. Fuck, wait, how does this go again? Right, Eddie’s never… well, kissed anybody before.

Steve pulls back and Eddie screws his eyes up — not ready in the slightest for the disappointment of his own shoddy kissing skills. Fuck, did he really just freeze? Steve — Steve Harrington — asks for a kiss and Eddie decides to stab himself in the back by not figuring out how to fuck to kiss back.

“You call that a kiss?” Steve teases and Eddie’s well aware of the parallel — of the irony of Steve repeating his own words back at him. But he can’t make himself laugh even though it’s funny. Instead, a little groan wiggles out his throat.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie says, earnest. He forces his eyes opens — he needs to see what’s Steve’s thinking. Where he’s expecting disappointment or perhaps regret, is only patience. Maybe a touch of concern. Eddie continues, despite the humiliation that makes his throat sticky.

“I haven’t- I don’t do this often.” He coughs awkwardly clearing his throat and hoping it hides the next word. “Ever.”

There’s a jump in Steve’s eyebrows, a moment of surprise in his eyes that lets him know he did, indeed, hear that final word. It makes Eddie feel… well, it’s nice that Steve had expected him to have been kissed by now. Even if he hasn’t. He tries to take it as a compliment.

“That’s okay,” Steve assures. Absentmindedly, his thumb rubs soothing along Eddie’s jaw. It makes Eddie shiver, some outrageous amount of joy clawing into every nerve. Steve likes Eddie. He wants to kiss Eddie.

“Do you want to try again?”

Eddie nods before the questions even out of his mouth. Steve smiles, all sunshine. This time when he draws Eddie in, he notices the way Eddie holds his breath — the rigidness in his body.

Steve kisses him again, another short and soft one and then whispers against his lips, “Relax.”

‘Cos isn’t tonight just full of the parallels, Eddie thinks. He listens, tries to focus on how sweet Steve’s kiss is than his panicky heart, forcing out a breath between the kisses. His hands along Steve’s sides find a grip, grounding and good, and by the fourth kiss, he begins to feel a bit melty.

It’s good. It’s really good. Kissing Steve is top 5– nay, the top moment of his life so far. Somehow, it’s made all that much better knowing the build-up behind it. Knowing that Steve knows he isn’t just kissing him for a heat of the moment — that Eddie wants kisses here, kisses before bed, in the morning, on dates. Eddie wants Steve.

And with the way he kisses, Eddie’s pretty sure Steve wants him just as bad.

It doesn’t take long for Steve to reach what Eddie decides is an ultra pretty fuckin’ state; lips swollen from kisses, cheeks flushed, hair a little mussed up. He bets he looks no better. The thought makes him grin, enough they have to break the kiss ‘cos Eddie can’t stop his stupid happy grin ‘cos shit— he actually gets to have this Steve.

“What?” Steve asks, somehow half heart-eyed and half suspicious at the mischief in Eddie’s eyes.

“Can I... have a hickie?”

now with a part three !

#at this point call this the 'can i' series #sweet boys asking each other for things they most certainly would be given <3 #but don't think they will <3 #tried to flip it and make it so even tho eddie is used to touch. the romantic touch? he's got none! that's where he's touch-starved #ALSO EVERYONE'S TAGS WERE SO NICE ON THE LAST ONE #trust i am. not feelin so bad nowadays (me saying this like 4 days later lmao)#but <3 thank u all #gay ppl in my phone.... you know what to do #ruby writes steddie #steve x eddie #steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #touch-starved steve harrington #not rlly anymore hehe #does anyone notice that it ends with yet another 'can i?" question? HEHE #yet again stib gets kisses where ruby doesn't but alas <3 dis is way fluffier this time #nearly went the angst route! and went hmmmm naur #ok ok i'll be quiet now

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crabsnpersimmons · 3 months

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a little wip for a little thing i'm working on!

#fnaf moon #fnaf dca #dca fandom #traditional art #when you pat your robot coworker on the head and then he makes it WeirdTM #it's all fun and games until you realized you're touch starved #this idea has me by the throat #it has been occupying all my attention since i got my exam marks back #(i passed by the way! hooray! my reward is more courses!)#cuz i want to get it done before i start my second course #or i will not know peace #so hoping to get it done some time this week #also! a little extra sneak peak for those of you who read my tags #(love you all by the way!)#(my tags are where i tell all my best and worst jokes)#this will be angst #>:)#crab art

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major-comet · 2 months

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the biggest problem with tos’ episodic format is that the episode usually ends pretty quickly after the conflict resolves and then they never really talk about it again - no matter how intense or harrowing it was

which means that we don’t get to actually *see* the interpersonal fallout of bones being diagnosed with and cured from a previously-incurable terminal illness (that he didn’t even want to tell jim and spock he had), and then just four episodes later drugging them so that he can go be tortured (and likely die) instead of spock, and so jim doesn’t have to make the choice between them.

did they talk about it? beyond just a standard debrief and a “never fucking do that again bones i swear to god i mean it this time”? did they make it the captains’ quarters for the debrief, only for mccoy to be pulled into a crushing, trembling hug as soon as the door shut while jim tried to assure himself that bones was still here, was still breathing? spock hovering nearby - a hand gently coming to rest on his shoulder?

why didn’t mccoy want to tell them about the xenopolycythemia, anyways? to try and hold onto a few more normal-ish months before every time they looked at him their eyes would be filled with grief - mourning a man they hadn’t yet lost? the same reason he ran away; to spare them what he went through with his father?

only for him to immediately turn around and throw himself back to the wolves to (almost) die right in front of them anyways

i don’t really know how they handled it. whether they talked about it and attempted to soothe the hurt, or just resolutely tried to bottle it up.

but i do know this: spock eventually came back from gol because jim simply (though accidentally) called out for him in a moment of need. bones only came back because jim personally drafted him back into starfleet

#comet posting #they love eachother i promise but my god these boys need to learn to talk about their feelings #star trek #star trek tos #dr mccoy #spock #jim kirk #leonard mccoy #mcspirk #i’m sorry i don’t know why ive been so angsty the past few days #i think it’s the pms #the empath #for the world is hollow and i have touched the sky #star trek tmp #angst #star trek the original series

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kovalitics · 8 months

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Guess what, we only got 2 updates left :))

(Inspired by @abbeyofcyn’s Krang Infection comic)

#almost to the finish line #i had so much fun with this one #it was supposed to get funny #but everything i touch turns to angst #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt donnie #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt leo #disaster twins #donatello #leonardo #post rottmnt movie #krang infection inspired

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layersofsymbolism · 4 days

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Eventually, he recovers enough to slowly ease out of you and lift his weight from your bruised body, rolling onto his back next to you and gathering you against his still heaving chest. The two of you simply lie there for several minutes and breathe, basking in the afterglow. You finally lift your head to look at his face, and you see that familiar little crinkle between his brows that means he's stewing in consternation over something or other. You kiss his cheek.

"Everything alright?" You ask softly. You suddenly fear he is already feeling regret over your liason, or else telling himself he doesn't deserve you. But he turns to you and smiles...

"Yes," he says, turning himself onto his side facing you and propping his head on his hand, his elbow on the mat. His eyes flutter, and he takes a deep breath. "Gods yes, you were... that was... you, my dear, are the most incredible lover I've ever known and... and you've given me a night I never dreamed I'd experience. I am sorry that I lost control for a... moment. It just felt so right with you. I have always feared frightening... and I'm sorry I hurt you. I can heal these."

His fingers trace the claw marks on your body, the punctures on your flank, shoulder, and neck. You shake your head, catching his hand and kissing it, wanting to keep his marks, but here's still something brewing in his skull so you keep your peace. He draws a quick breath and pauses, then speaks again.

"I want you to know that I would never seek to compromise you. We can keep this as secret as you wish. I know relations with tieflings can be... looked upon unfavorably... by some. But, even so, I'd be very pleased if I could see you again, when we get to the city. Not because of the lovemaking, or... at least, not only because of that, I mean, I just..."

He's stuttering and you silence him with a kiss. You don't care about the pinpricks in your rump or the soreness between your legs. You enjoy the sting of the bites. You definitely don't give a damn about his heritage. You brush your lips against his, trying to put all of your feeling and your intention into the kiss. Finally you withdraw and gaze into his eyes.

"You didn't do any real damage and I heal fast. Please, I'm proud to wear your marks. I wanted you to let go and be in the moment. I pushed you. You've done nothing I haven't wanted and enjoyed." You caress his cheek. "Zevlor... you think I would be ashamed of you? I like that you're a tiefling, I don't care what other people think. And I will meet you in Baldur's Gate. In the bright of day surrounded by people. I feel no guilt or shame for being with you. On the contrary, I am proud to know you and I will be glad to walk the city on your arm. You need not keep this a secret, unless... unless you want to."

He's staring with wide eyes, a slow smile tugging at his lips. He chuckles and then sighs, flopping onto his back once more.

"Very well. You make a convincing case. The Gate, then," another soft huff of amusement, closing his eyes, "it matters not. No one would believe me anyway."

You wrinkle your nose. You'll see about that.

The night is getting old, and both of you have much yet to prepare, so with regret you draw on your clothes, give him one last lingering kiss, and depart on slightly unsteady legs to seek a wash and a few hours of rest.

#bg3 zevlor #zevlor #zevlor bg3 #afab reader #nsft #afterglow #touch of angst #part 12

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it-happened-one-fic · 6 months

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Dead of the Night - Diluc (Part 3)

Author Notes: The third part of my Halloween/October fic series for Genshin Impact! Much of what applied to the first part applies to this part as well. I wrote and edited this Vampire! AU series exclusively to "Is this Love" by Whitesnake which did kind of influence how this series came together. As per usual, Reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Gender-Neutral Reader/ Vampire! AU/ pining/ romance/ some drama/ fluff with a touch of angst

Word Count: 1611

{Part 1}, {Part 2}, {Part 3: You're Here!}, {Part 4}

Also available on AO3 (link deleted due to glitches)

Trigger Warning: Reader does get attacked by a vampire, but all is well.

The rest of that night had passed largely in a blur after I got home. I’d almost immediately collapsed into my bed and fallen asleep as exhaustion from everything I’d just experienced kicked in.

The next day came with the ever-present patter of raindrops falling from the cloudy sky. The sun almost seemed like it did not exist as people rushed around the city trying to get all of their work done so that they could hide away indoors from both the rain and vampires that they feared were in their midst.

In my case, the day largely seemed to go by in a blur, with me pondering the events of last night. I’d been attacked by a vampire, gotten saved by Diluc, and found out that more had changed since my childhood than I ever could have realized.

Not only was Diluc no longer rambunctious and constantly getting into trouble, but now he was also a vampire. An undead creature of the night that lived off of others’ blood.

Perhaps stranger still was that he had somehow maintained that sort of gentleness that he’d always had.

Gentleness that was now hidden behind a cold exterior, but that came through in moments like when he would walk me home just to ensure I was safe, or like how he made sure that everyone in Angel’s Share was always comfortable.

A rhythmic knock on my door roused me from my thoughts and brought a frown to my face as I glanced at the clock. It was getting late for visitors considering the time of year, but stranger things had happened. In fact, they’d even happened recently…..

As I opened the door to peer out onto the usually cheerful street that was now dreary with the prolonged rain, I was greeted by Kaeya.

The cavalry captain was smiling, but it was not one of his relaxed ones. Rather, it was one that he used when working that I seldom saw directed at me. One of those crafty ones that could hide any number of things.

“So, I hear you’ve learned of Diluc’s little secret?” My eyes widened at his words, but I pushed my door open a little wider and gestured for him to enter.

Even if I didn’t necessarily care for the slippery tone of his voice, this wasn’t a conversation to be had outside where others could hear. Especially since I was fairly certain that Kaeya was not talking about some harmless secret but rather the one relating to Diluc’s immortality.

“You knew?” I turned to face him as I shut the door back, eyeing him closely and looking for any signs of his all-too-frequent acting. But I needed to be careful, just in case we weren’t discussing the same ‘secret’ that I thought we were.

Kaeya’s lone visible eye glistened as he crossed his arms, totally relaxed, as he replied in a perfectly innocent tone that had me frowning exasperatedly, “Surprised that I knew of Diluc’s exciting but lifeless nightlife?”

His tone was not one of judgment. In fact, there was even a smile on his face as I shook my head at him. Frowning at him as I crossed my arms, “You know good and well that asking him about that timeframe is like asking a wall how it's doing. He won’t talk about it, and I respect that. For all I know, it could have been traumatizing. Especially if he did get turned into a vampire then.”

I walked past him, letting him follow me down the hallway and into a sitting area. At least he had confirmed that he was talking about Diluc being a vampire. I shook my head at his words, though, “I don’t think I would’ve been surprised either way, really…. Do you know when it happened?”

He flopped down in a chair, perfectly relaxed as he crossed his legs, “Shouldn’t you be asking him that?”

I met Kaeya’s gaze, cautiously gauging him for a reaction but he simply nodded. Smiling slightly at my words before answering, “Snezhnaya. It was while he was there. That’s all I know.”

Kaeya’s singular visible eye slid to the side so that he was staring at me, a crafty smile still on his face, “But like I said… You should ask him about that.”

No sooner had those words left his mouth in a characteristically paradoxical tone, than yet another knock sounded on my door. Causing me to narrow my eyes at Kaeya, who just continued to smile at me like he had a terribly amusing secret.

I frowned suspiciously at the calvary captain one more time before taking off down the hallway and peeking out my door.

The moon was already hanging in the sky, which wasn’t really surprising since it had been late when Kaeya had gotten here. The moon may have already been visible, and I just hadn’t noticed.

What was surprising, though, was the sight of the red-haired man standing just outside my door, who looked at me expectantly as soon as I opened the door.

“Diluc?” I peered out at him in confusion until I recalled Kaeya’s words, and their full meaning hit me just as Diluc himself explained the situation with a tired-sounding voice.

“Kaeya called me here. He said we needed to explain the situation to you….” He sighed, but met my gaze as he frowned slightly, “He hasn’t said anything strange to you, has he?”

I slowly shook my head as I recalled what all Kaeya had said. He hadn’t said anything strange per se… But he had just confirmed my suspicions about when Diluc had been turned, and I wasn’t entirely sure about how telling Diluc that might go over.

So instead of outing my friend, I opted to instead open my door a little further and step to the side, “Come on in. He’s still here, so you can talk to him if you like?”

Diluc’s eyes went wide at my words, and for a brief moment, I didn’t know why. After all, it wasn’t like he hadn’t ever been inside my house before when I’d been young.

But then I recalled it, one of the whispered pieces of information I’d been given when I was young as a means to protect myself should I ever encounter a vampire: “Vampires can’t come into your home unless you invite them. So always be careful about who you invite in.”

As soon as I recalled those words, Diluc’s reaction made complete sense. He was no doubt surprised that I was so willing to invite him into my home. But in truth, I was still getting used to the idea of him being a vampire, and I’d completely forgotten those instructions up until now.

And even if I had remembered them, I would have invited him to come in anyway.

For better or worse, he was Diluc. And that meant I trusted him, even if he was something I’d been warned about ever since my youth.

He tilted his head slightly as he stepped through my door, keeping his eyes on me as he entered, “Thank you.”

With only those words, he turned and walked down the hallway, almost like he didn’t know what else to say.

It was a thought that made me smile to myself. Diluc always had been a bit awkward when it came to anything that might even appear as a compliment or kind act if one squinted at it.

While I didn’t think hardly a thing of letting him come in, evidently enough, he did.

Kaeya awaited both of us with a smile, sitting forward almost eagerly as we both came in, “I still say you should get a cape and really just go for the whole look of being a vampire.”

His jab at Diluc came almost immediately and had the redhead scowling as he came to a stop in the room, crossing his arms at Kaeya.

But the redhead didn’t say anything to his brother. Instead, he looked towards me, “What all did he tell you?”

“I haven’t said a word,” Kaeya leaned innocently back in his chair, glancing my way with a subtle smile that promised that he would keep telling me about the events of Snezhnaya a secret.

Diluc continued to ignore him in favor of staring at me as I slipped by him to take a seat. Almost as if he were petulantly giving his brother the silent treatment.

“He hasn’t been here much longer than you have, so we haven’t talked much… But what is this all about?” I sat as I glanced between the two brothers. Not entirely nervous, but not totally calm either.

When the two were young, seeing them together usually meant there was a scheme of some sort in the works, and the same could be said now. Even if they didn’t like to admit it, the two still worked together well.

“Why, to talk about Diluc’s special constitution. That’s all,” Kaeya leaned forward with a grin, propping his chin in his hand as he looked at me before his gaze slid over towards where Diluc was still standing.

“You may as well sit. I’m sure Y/n has many questions for us,” With those words, Kaeya gestured to the spot next to me on the loveseat, and, after narrowing his eyes slightly at his brother, Diluc joined me.

And all of a sudden, it was almost like nothing had ever changed, and the three of us were just good friends getting together to chat.

It's just that now we were going to be talking about Diluc being undead and what all that entailed.

For some reason.

@vera-deville

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