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sunsrefuge · 1 year

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hi Del! Hope you're doing ok💞

*looks at the tags* This is your free space to tell more about liifa and eliana , anything you got in mind? Giveee 👀

suncrow!!! :D hello hello!!! I'm doing better than i was before; more moving stuff got settled and figured out so im a bit more relaxed now!! ^^ I hope you're doing okay too!! NOW FOR THE KIDDOS--

(added after writing this whole thing: it turns out that i had, uh. everything about them on my mind ♥)

The brief synopsis is that Liifa & Eliana are two of my most well-beloved kiddos!! They both have long backstories, and experience a lot of change over the course of the timeline!! Here's a quick preview before I get into more detailed stuff of theirs:

Liifa was born in 1067 AE, in Quora Sum, a bit before Primordus first stirred. He spent the first eleven years of his life entirely underground, trying to keep up with his peers. In truth, nothing seemed all that interesting to him for quite a while. He took an interest in arguably less practical things, like types of divination that one of his moms (Azzun) was into. His older half-sister Rylii was in school to become a doctor, and helped to nudge him in the direction of medical jobs as well, since they could help each other out. Still, nothing had properly interested him yet! Although his knack for healing became apparent early on in his new classes.

Eliana has an entire past life that she's unaware of, but for this life, she's the daughter of a Duchess of the Nightmare Court. At first, she desires to stay near her family, but eventually her efforts lead her into a bad situation that she runs away from. She leaves no word to her family about her survival, simply hoping that she'll see them again someday in the future. (Unknown to her, they assume she's been killed by her previous Duke*.) She now actively engages in a life of piracy and carelessness!! :D Which will be causing her problems later lol

[*Eliana's previous Duke depends on AU! In my AU with @forbiddenredjollyrancher, her previous Duke is Casworon. :3 in my personal, it's Idris, but I haven't figured out those details just yet!]

OKAY. Brief rundowns out of the way, so here's some beloved details about their story together!!

SO. First things first, they've met a few times, long before they properly meet! The first time is during Eliana & Kiera's sapling adventures. During their first year, they ventured out into Tyria to see all that it had to offer, and to tell their beloved mother Fenella about everything they saw and experienced. At some point, they run into Liifa while near the Durmand Priory! (He wasn't trying to steal artifacts again, I promi-) Ironically, they bug him for directions to Fort Trinity, to which he gives them sass because they're "obviously brand new saplings, who shouldn't be going anywhere near Orr." Eliana pouts at him but they part ways. They run into each other again at Fort Trinity, but Liifa doesn't get recognized due to his hood! He definitely clocks them though, and so does Ipos from the Binding. <<

Flash forward to the time of LWS2, toward the end of it, and Eliana's stuck in her horrible Court situation. Her previous Duke has handed her off to some fucking guy, and she's looking at anything and everything for a way out. Liifa now has the task of actively seeking her out, because Ipos has decided that "only that one will do" right now. So! During one of her late night outings to avoid her ""lovely Knight"", they run into each other yet again. This time, Liifa offers her the Binding - offering the promise of power, the promise that she can make her own way out using the magic from the book. She thinks nothing sinister of it, and accepts.

(Liifa has made his own deal with Ipos prior to this conversation: that, afterward, he will not remember this sweet but naive sylvari, so he doesn't have to wonder what becomes of her as time goes on. [Dude already had a small crush on her lol])

FROM THERE!! Eliana has a Bad Time :) She's got a demon in her ear and only the wind at her back, and she ends up becoming very paranoid and scared thanks to Ipos's influencing as time goes on. She ends up running away to Lion's Arch, and beginning to partake in piracy after a Pirate Captain recognizes the Binding on her hip. (Captain Evander Bleakmane, Tres's character! ♥) She joins his crew, and he kind of underhandedly attempts to help her keep her head on straight. She ends up flirting with his first mate, Ambrose Teeling ♥, a lot... Oopsie!! they're smooching now :3 Another oopsie, Ambrose tells her a lovely heartfelt "i love you" and she panics about it. but!! She promises that she'll return in the future,, at least to say hi, if nothing else is possible for them by then.

She ends up floating over to Captain Zell's crew; where she has a small affectionate fling with Prism Fadebrine, and meets Marchosias! A Wolf. A Normal, Regular Wolf. Definitely Not A Demon In Disguise. but!! Marchosias is a sweetboy and loves Eliana and helps her start to identify what is Ipos's influence and what is her own thought!! :D

[During all of this, Liifa is off mucking around and doing his silly little time-waster things. He actually starts to get more involved with Talia Reavefade's crime syndicate, and becomes an integral part of a Very Important Mission!!]

Eliana steals something from someone she shouldn't during one piracy outing, and gains the attention of Palawa Joko, because That Thing Is Rightfully His and whatnot!! :) She dips on Zell's crew, hoping to at least take the heat off of them - but also starts researching what she can on the Binding. She discovers that, throughout history, a lich has been carrying it. So maybe another lich is what she needs to disconnect from it ... she thinks it's a great idea to get captured! Maybe she can trade This Silly Trinket for some help! :)

it does not work that way. ♥ She gets captured, brought to Gandara, and Joko has a fun little conversation with her before deciding that she'd be of much better use to him, Awakened. Joko sees her connection to the Binding, and forces her to make a deal with the demons inside - to give up all of her memories in exchange for raw power. Joko's only trying to make a soldier out of her - a tool and nothing more. Ipos, in the Binding still, freaks the fuck out about this turn of events, and promptly drags Liifa halfway across Thyria and into the Binding, while Liifa's in the middle of that Very Important Mission. (That's a loose-end that'll haunt him later!!)

This is around when they properly meet! Liifa knows that he gave her the Binding, but doesn't remember any of his emotions around that point, or meeting her before that point. At first, they're very much at odds with each other. He is very annoyed and stressed out about all of this - seeing as he's in Joko's fucking house while there's still a bounty out on his head from the elder lich, AND !! this plant girl is so confidently stubborn that this will work out in the end!! he absolutely thinks that she's insane!!

but they talk! they get better acquainted with each other and start to work together despite their reservations. The truth is, she doesn't know what she's in store for in Gandara, and he's at least somewhat familiar with Joko's games and goals. She introduces herself as Flower because that's what Joko's been calling her, but something tells Liifa that that isn't her actual name. He leaves it be for now, though.

There's also the case of Alana; an ancient Sunspear hero who's now a lich, kind of living in Joko's house and giving him shit while they secretly feed the Sunspears information on the Mordant Crescent's movements, so they can continue to evade them. (Alana is the Hero of Nightfall in my personal AU, and simply a Nightfall companion for collab AU's!) They also tune in to help Flower, occasionally commenting on how they remember that "a Sunspear first carried that same book." Liifa keeps convincing himself that they aren't talking about him, but they are. That's its own whole thing.

And so!! Shenanigans ensue!! Flower only knows Liifa as a voice from the Binding for a while, since he risks exposure by hopping out of it at any point. so he doesn't! Eventually they figure out how to wrangle her memories back from Ipos, too. So Liifa then knows her as Eliana, although Joko continues to call her Flower aksjdnjdfh

ALSOOOO !!! here's a brief change of pace via a snippet from one of their writings together:

Eliana had a soft, pleasant smile, gently tilting her head to the side as she stared at him. Liifa uncertainly pinned one ear back, raising a brow in question. Her smile widened as she giggled. “Sorry for staring, I just think you’re pretty. I haven’t seen you before now.” His ears flicked up as he fumbled for words, awkwardly resting his left arm behind his back as he thought about his posture, how he must look at the moment- “Oh, right, ah… Well, as you can see, nothing like Ipos.” He joked, shrugging as he looked out the window. She giggled again, and Liifa felt something in his chest constrict. “Oh, of course! Absolutely nothing like that raven,” she chimed in, casually patting on the bed next to her. “Come on, you don’t have to stand all the way over there.”

(they're cute and i love them so much sdjhsdf)

once he's Out of the book once, it ends up happening more and more often. :> Only ever in the safety of Eliana's "room" in the palace, but still! She pesters him into snuggling with her some nights and he awkwardly obliges her. ^^ This definitely endears them both to each other a lot more!! They start to take little outings onto the roof, too, to look at the stars some nights! It's one of Eliana's favorite things to do while they're stuck there, trying to plan their future escape.

There is a point where, uh !! Eliana doesn't bring back the Commander's head for Joko, and he's furious about it because she Didn't Even Try. :) This part is very fun, because Liifa comes out of the Binding in full shroud because Joko's threatening to end her life for good. He doesn't appreciate that!! - The problem, is that Eliana's terrified for Liifa's safety. She,, very nicely asks him to just,, retreat to the Binding :') He hates this!!! ABSOLUTELY HATES THIS!!! but he does, only because he's thinking up a plan.

Smash cut to uh, Eliana's dead for a minute, Ipos is trying to steal her soul still, (and Liifa's,) and Liifa's trying to figure out how to bring someone back from the dead without accidentally tying their lifeforce to his and turning them into, essentially, his phylactery.

Even with everything in the Binding, he can't :') so! He sucks it up! and uhh!!!!!!! Revives her!!!!!! BUT THERE'S A WHOLE THING WITH THIS PART OKAY OKAY THIS PART IS SO IMPORTANT. THIS IS SO IMPORTANT TO ME AND ABOUT THEM.

Liifa does his healing thing, and pulling for her lifeforce and whatnot, right?? right?? (jingle jangle jingle this is important i prommy) Instead of reaching the whole way to bring her back, Liifa only reaches halfway. This is something that he never exactly talked to her about - the possibility of her dying, and them getting out meaning that he would have to revive her and bind her to him in the same way that Joko's done to her. So he's hesitant. He doesn't like doing this. He only reaches halfway in order to give her a choice. (She's stuck in limbo due to Binding shenanigans, also. that might be an important detail to this too FHSJGKJF) So he only reaches out to her, he doesn't drag her along. Her whole life has pretty much been having every choice taken from her, or made for her. So someone else giving her a choice, and meaning it, is a very big deal for her!!

She reaches back, he brings her back; they're both exhausted and Liifa worries that he's made a huge mistake, but she reached out to him as well. That has to count for something. and it does!!

Bonus: i like to think that lich / phylactery bonds between people also means that they can feel each other's emotions! :D so i use this headcanon a lot lol. This unintentionally does wonders at bonding them closer together though!! (And as time goes on, they end up becoming one hell of a battle-couple because they just get so in-tune with each other!)

Eliana's coming back from the dead is very noticed, however, and Joko decides to let them have their little game, for now. She's still Awakened, and technically has the pull of two different liches going on now. (Liifa, again, hates this and tries to be as ambivalent as possible as to not unintentionally influence her on anything.) She still gains the title of The Desert Rose, forced into becoming Joko's righthand enforcer against any would-be upstarts.

Once the ending of Long Live the Lich comes around, she's forced to fight the Commander right before they can fight Joko. They're still placed in the throne room; and they cut her down once before Joko decides that he's going to join the fight. Making it a 2v1, not in favor of the Commander. ((debatably ofc! if it's an AU with someone else then there could be 2 Cmdrs in there or anything like that, i'm just working based off of my personal AU here!! ♥))

This is where Liifa sees an opening for a make-or-break plan. He takes his chances, leaping out of the Binding in full shroud, and immediately telling the Commander to focus on Joko; that he'll handle Eliana. (The Commander does not know who Eliana is lmao, but picks up that he's referring to The Desert Rose.) Liifa doesn't exactly fight her, but he does effectively talk her down as much as he can while Joko's distracted! :D

as we know Joko goes down, Aurene has a snackie -- they can finally leave!! Liifa kinda assumes that they'll part ways, but he also, just. Doesn't. Go Anywhere. not without Eliana at least! So they end up sticking together, and with the Commander's team for a minute, all the way up and through the end of Icebrood Saga!

they're gay the whole way through, though. They are ABSOLUTELY channeling that entire post about "not romantic, not platonic, but a secret third thing: so devoted that the lines blur." !!!! That's this entire stage !!!!

they're still at that stage to this day, but i have PLANS...

Eventually they will have more misadventures and get married and have a polycule!! ♥ BUT I'LL STOP HERE FOR RIGHT NOW. SINCE. UH. THIS IS ALREADY INCREDIBLY LONG !!! THERE'S TECHNICALLY A LOT MORE FOR THEM ALREADY AND A LOT MORE DETAILS BUT UH. YEA. THIS IS HELLA LONG. ♥

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK !!!

SORRY THAT I THREW SO MUCH INFORMATION AT YOU IN RETURN THOUGH !!! DW ABOUT READING EVERYTHING BECAUSE I KNOW THIS IS A LOT... I LOVE U THO SUNCROW THANKIE FOR THE RAMBLE OPPORTUNITY <3 <3 <3

#SORRY IF THIS IS WAY WAY MORE THAN YOU BARGAINED FOR BUT UH. HAVE THE MAJORITY OF THEIR STORYLINE TOGETHER !!!#also i typically reread posts to make sure they make sense before i post them. but. uh! my brain empty now ♥#if anything's confusing just let me know and i can elaborate tho!! :D #thank you so much for the ask !! <3 #My content #c:Liifa #c:Eliana of Dusk #i am NOT tagging everyone who appears in this because. holy fuck that's too many tags KJSHDKFNSD #sh:Temperance

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leondaltons · 1 year

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hellooooooo, @narrativefoiltrope tagged me to answer this uquiz for some of my ocs and i loved it!!! thank you so much beloved ♥

I don’t know who has done it but i’m tagging @risingsh0t @sysba @lavampira @consulaaris and @maeflower but no pressure!!

Nina Rodgers - warped metal

it's not working out the way you want it to. no matter how hard you try to look scary, the very picture of karmic retribution, your efforts will inevitably fall short. you're out of place here, a broken doll and a used marionette. there's nothing to gain in pretending you can't be hurt like anyone else. there's nothing to gain in pretending you aren't human, that you're made of twisted steel and distorted memories. embrace your humanity. embrace your vulnerability. give in to trust.

Kiara Kane - spun gossamer

the easiest thing to do is stay quiet when something’s up. you’re not bothered, and you know what? you shouldn’t be! it’s none of your business, even when it’s entirely your business. it’s difficult (read: impossible) to tell if your cheery demeanor is a cover-up for something sadder, or if it’s simply your natural state of mind. you see a lot of things: people coming through town, people leaving the house and never coming back, lies and deceit of the highest degree. what happened to you? will you ever be that kid again? your presence smells like cotton candy, and your fingertips sparkle like stars. whatever white rabbit you’re chasing isn’t going to lead you to wonderland if you don’t start reaching out when you’re not feeling okay.

Evander Kalesko - flimsy conviction

your confidence in yourself seems fairly weak. it's easy enough for your friends and peers to ask if you're okay, but what's the point? you're just going to say you're doing fine, you're doing alright, you don't need anything at all. your selfless pursuit of what's important to you has stripped you dry, rinsed you clean like pork bones for soup. there's only so much to keep running from and only so much to hold back until you explode. it's okay to not be okay!

Mia Lennox - animal intuition

loyalty is the saint you pray to. if you ever were stabbed in the back by your beloved, you'd probably apologize. to your enemies, you're fierce. to your allies, even fiercer. you cultivate a thick inner circle built on promises and devotion, fit only for the best of the best. it's impossible for most to even begin to dissect the type of person you are, owing to your unbreakable emotional walls and confusing philosophies. dream careers? body guard, movie star, unwitting pawn. don't let people get the best of that loyalty.

Theodore Chevalier - behind the mask

you aren’t slick about whatever you think you’re hiding. glass shatters in your midst, blood spills, children scream. like some of your friends, your personality of choice is entirely artificial. the difference between you and them is that you can get away with it. you’re unknown, perhaps even to yourself, and your goals are complex and unknown. anyone stupid enough to fall for you is setting themselves up to be frustrated and confused, owing to your being ultimately unknowable. i hope you can find an identity that makes you comfortable.

Aubrey Lee - rippling sunset

you’re the nicest person i’ll ever meet, probably. with an undying passion to protect those who can’t protect themselves, you’re energetic and bubbly to a fault. it’s cute, watching you run around trying to tie up loose ends. i feel bad for you — out of everyone you know, you probably have some of the deepest trauma, more than anyone’s aware of. this isn’t something that you want attention for at all, and you’d really just rather forget it exists at all… even then, it seems like you can never escape it. i wish you a pleasant rest of your life, full of rippling sunsets and free of prying eyes

#omg erin thank you so much for tagging me i loved this <3 #i did one for myself too and...ouch #the nina one..............kneeling #going insane #my god i love her #the kiara one....man #but also they are so on point i'm a little crazy!!!#the evander one hurts so much GOSH #loved it ♥

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rosamelancholica · 9 months

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I was very kindly tagged by @porcelaine-poupee to go on Pinterest and type your name + "core" and post the first 9 results Thank you so much!

Tagging @littlesugarplumfairy @ivyelizabethwalker @cygnetprincess and anyone who would like to do this. 💖

#name aesthetic #moodboard #aesthetic #pink #pinterest #tag game #thank you so much for tagging me! 😊#i loved this so so much ♥

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seance · 1 year

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a creation for every month of 2022

post your favorite or most popular post from each month this year (it’s okay to skip months).

Coming in hot with unforgivable tardiness but i just now found some time to sit back at my desk to do this, starting with thanking every single one of the wonderful people who took the time to tag me, i absolutely LOVED seeing all your stunning work on display ♥ i have the most talented mutuals for real. so thanks to @enidsinclaiir | @jameszmaguire | @lamberts | @sparrowbenhargreeves | @ughmerlin | @viktorhargreeves | @yenvengerberg

This year has been very up and down in terms of creativity as I also struggled with personal irl issues a lot and went through a style change mid season yet again but I’m glad I get to appreciate every high and low even though notes dropped significantly in the last few years.

— JANUARY

favorite: THE HARGREEVES SIBLINGS + blood in the wine / THE WITCHER + swords

popular: THE HARGREEVES SIBLINGS + banned tags.

— MARCH

favorite: ANTHONY and BENEDICT in Bridgerton S2.

popular: THE SPARROWS HAVE LANDED

— APRIL

favorite: EDWARD and STEDE + what kind of man?

popular: EDWARD and STEDE + winter by daughter

— MAY

favorite: MOON KNIGHT EPISODE 5 / ASYLUM

popular: THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY + trailers.

— JUNE

favorite: KLAUS, REGINALD and the cycle of trauma.

popular: THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY + the mothers.

— JULY

favorite: THE INFINITE LIVES AND SORROWS OF ONE FIVE HARGREEVES.

popular: KLAUS HARGREEVES + his losses.

— AUGUST

favorite: FIVE HARGREEVES + the weight of his own compromises

popular: DEATH and DREAM OF THE ENDLESS.

— SEPTEMBER

favorite: THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY APPRECIATION WEEK | day two

popular: THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY APPRECIATION WEEK | day one

[I was literally sick throughout october/november with various illnesses]

— DECEMBER

favorite: WEDNESDAY (2022) + season one episodes.

popular: THE NEVERMORE ACADEMY + main powers

#ari.txt #ask games #thank you my lovelies for tagging me ♥#sorry the reply came so late #this year was a mess but i'm glad to see some variety in here ngl #striving to keep giffing anything i want without thinking to much about it #just vibes

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mythvoiced · 2 years

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-. soooo i was most definitely right in posting that psa because other than general issues amongst family members, one of our dogs is literally giving birth right now and i’m literally raising a duckling, what the hell is this summer even turning into; BUT ANYWAY i’m trying not to get too worried over the situation at hand and write coherently in spite of recent conversations, concerning noises from downstairs (mum and sister calling for our dog, goodness i hope she’s not ignoring the puppers) and the amount of wine i’ve had, i hope you’re having a most wonderful day/night and please, no matter your current situation, know that your health and safety are of utmost importance, keep safe, keep healthy, look out for yourself as much as you can and be as kind to you as you would to a stranger you found in need

AND ALSO SHOUTOUT TO ALEX THE PROUD AUNT OF ONE GREAT DUCKLING

#;ooc #hope this makes any sense at all? i'm genuinely struggling to focus that was a TAD too much wine right there oh boy #basically please know i'd give the sun to you #you are so important we'd fall apart without you it would end us #i've been working on my drafts steadily btw and i'm doing well with them just gotta add some resources some tags #i hope that i can finish them all up in the next few days and queue them up ♥#thank you so for being here i cannot BEGIN to express how much it means okay like i genuinely cannot #i've had moments where just knowing i'd find compassion here helped pushed me forward #my mother literally threw in the idea i might be bipolar today which i appreciate solely because at least we're getting to a point #where we acknowledge i'm not neurotypical BUT ALSO it frees her from accountability and that makes me livid #ANYWAYS just... please stay safe no matter what

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deimcs · 10 months

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Ma'am can Xenia gaslight me 🧎‍♀️

🙏 she will do so gladly, but i promise she will not scam you out of any money unless you really irritate her, she can me magnanimous like that! she's got folk hero as inspiration after all

#replies #thenightsong #text #gsosd- thank you so much for this tho ♥#i would gif my ocs day and night if i could #i got a word document with all their facts stated and all #but i don't want to spam #so reading nice comments in the tags always really makes me smile!

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ashbtten · 1 year

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@ofgentleresolve | at Alfred again, because teh EDITor!!!!!!!!!!!!

He should meet this scenario with more urgency, he muses somewhere at the back of his head. Add the usual tension to it and his bones that he always meets the world with, be more cautious than cautious, knee-jerking into lies over lies, painting a picture foreign to him just because donning made-up clothes feels safer, less like he’ll crack at the first correct assumption.

But… What kind of trouble could he possibly get himself into, here, under the careful, tight scrutiny of a barista with a sharp eye and apparently enough skeletons in his closet or baggage on his back to find reason to use said sharp eye on him?

Patrick enjoys sharp people almost to the same degree he’d rather have nothing to do with them.

It makes sense, tensing up under the way the barista pieces his conclusions together, makes conjectures and speeds through the conversation with the finality of someone who doesn’t have time to waste on trouble he knows he can avoid, knows isn’t worth his time, when he’s got more important things to worry about.

But Patrick is violently flawed individual. He always enjoys, bitterly, cynical, to be reminded of his fears and concerns, to worry, to gnaw at his insides, to force these kinds of habits back onto his frame.

And also stupidly enamoured with humanity.

He smiles, dragged out of him with a sadist’s hook, asking him to show the blood on his teeth and the drowsiness of his concussion. He isn’t concussed, though, hasn’t bitten into anything in quite a while, not even his own tongue. He smiles at the offer of a napkin with a denying shake of his head, and finds himself still enough in his own hands to resist one of the many reflexes he’s picked up from humans, looking at the object of the conversation.

Stuff of amateurs. Just because he’s talking about his shirt doesn’t mean he instantly has to look at it.

It’s that little tick that becomes useful when you yawn, turn your head, check your watch and someone in the crowd follows you only milliseconds after, revealing where their attention had been focused on, whom it had glued to.

He’s a little gruffer than he’d expected him to be, the man who pours the drinks. He goes through his words with the efficiency of a well-coded algorithm or a well-broken soldier.

“Good advice,” Patrick lifts his head with a conceding sigh, folding his arms in front of himself, liberating only his left hand to pull his cup closer. He lifts it in front of himself, presenting it to the man who’d made it, allowing an eyebrow to follow the motion into the same direction. “Are you trying to imply I shouldn’t drink this? That’s a shame, it smells really good.”

He makes a show out of bringing the cup back to his nose and inhaling deeply, closing his eyes with the gentleness of someone expecting an angel’s kiss to their forehead. The kind, soft angels introduced to children, not the actual biblical ones any sensible man would cower before, hopefully sinners and saints both. He exhales with a pleased little 'ah~’ and opens his eyes.

If his smile is meant to insinuate that he’s poking fun at the man who pours the drinks and the distance, the tension he’s trying to add to the situation, well, that’s nobody’s business but… the barista’s, actually. How bad could the consequences he enacts possibly be to a being like Patrick, who pretends he doesn’t care about pain and collects slaps with the ancient sighs of resigned teachers.

Nah, this looks like it’s more a hassle to him than it’ll be to the wolf.

Potentially.

The wolf does tend to let things bother him more than he should.

He sets the cup back down, further implying he might never actually drink it. “Information?” he asks, not quite perking up, trailing his gaze off by turning the cup in circles and frowning curiously at the various items littering the showcase of the barista’s craft behind him. Information. Now, why would an information broker have any use for that? Unheard of, truly. He snorts to himself and tries to soften the reaction into something friendly, polite, non-threatening and perhaps a little soft when he makes to make eye contact with the man again.

Whatever’ll get him to not kick him out.

He’d hate to have to get up again. He could use getting to sit here and pretending he doesn’t want to slump into the wood and forget his own name. Not the right kind of counter for that.

“What would I need information for?” cocks his head to the side, blinks open and unperturbed like an exhausted puppy with a leash of thorns around his throat, that usual tightness he can’t get out of the corners of his eyes, the uncharacteristic glow of interest to eyes meant to be cold.

#ofgentleresolve #monster child & broker;main verse #Patrick batting his eyelashes notably not wearing glasses: you wouldn't hit a guy wearing glasses would you #ALRIGHT LET ME START WITH: I ADORE YOU AND EVERY TIME #I GET A NOTIFICATION FROM YOU IT MAKES ME GROW ROSES AND DAISIES AND SUNSHINE AROUND MY HEART #so jot that down~ KLFDGKLHJGFKJHL this is magnificent as EVERYTHING you write is I AM #ALREADY OBSESSED with Alfred it takes me A TOTAL OF FIVE SECONDS to fall in love with your muses #HOW DO YOU DO THAT wait don't tell me a magician must keep their secrets I WILL keep coming to your shows tho~#that makes little sense BUT JUST TO SAY THAT FKHLGHJLKGH i LOVE Alfred subtly threatening him #he's so right for it too ofc it's understandable better safe than sorry ESPECIALLY in his milieu okay absolutely understandable #even Patrick would agree he's just decided to be a MENACE today~#he's looking for one thing only and that's TROUBLE FLDKGFH no i'm kidding #he may be a wolf but he's very much like a cat slinking breaking vases and then purring at you #THANK YOU SO FOR TAGGING ME HERE THAT'S SO ♥♥♥#apologies to Alfred tho I know Patrick sounds nice-ish but he's also being a lil shit #Alfred: if you need info come back later through the backdoor we open around noon #Patrick who knows exactly what a business front is: owo what do you mean why would i ever do such a thing~#aLSO had to re-tag you because trim reblogs was attacking me specifically

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harrysfolklore · 9 days

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plsss can you make a fake instagram where the reader is a lawyer

you know how to ball, i know aristotle - op81

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— CALL ME LITTLE SUNSHINE | part i

pairing: rockstar ! eddie x innocent ! reader

tags: pet names. dirty talk. making-out. fingering. oral; (fem receiving). marking; (hickeys). loss of virginity. corruption kink. semi-public sex. eddie is entirely pussy whipped.

w/c: 6.7k.

a/n: welcome to part one! it's been a hot minute since i've posted anything as thought out and in-depth as this so if you could take a few minutes to reblog or comment some feedback, i'd very much appreciate it. ♥

"Corroded Coffin! Corroded Coffin! Corroded Coffin!"

The ever-growing crowd had been calling for the band the entire time you'd been waiting in line, which, after looking at the watch tucked beneath the sleeve of your cardigan, had been almost an hour and a half. The chanting had gotten so loud that, at some point, you'd stopped being able to hear yourself think, instead relying on Steve's large hand clasped around your own to tell you when to shuffle forward.

You felt out of place, unlike Steve and Robin. Everywhere you looked, people were dressed in leather and chains; piercings here, there, and everywhere; fishnets; big black platform boots; heavy make-up; and tattoos. And then there was you, dressed in a simple summer dress, hugging a knitted cardigan around your shoulders, wearing strappy sandals, and looking like someone right out of the Stepford Wives.

Other people noticed; you'd swear it, though no one said anything. As you looked between people, you caught a few of them looking at you, their expressions a motley of emotions that made you shift uncomfortably. Metal music had never been a particular favourite of yours, and concerts like this—where people were packed in like sardines—definitely weren't your preferred scene. The thought of being alone, snuggled beneath a blanket, and enjoying a glass of Moscato was much more appealing.

But you'd promised Steve and Robin that you'd come.

Well, no, not exactly. You hadn't promised either of them anything; instead, you'd given in to their constant whining. Steve and Robin had hung themselves from your legs as though they were dramatic, tantruming toddlers, pouting, and begging you to go with them. And after promising to cook dinner every night for a week—no, wait, a month!—your resolve finally broke.

That was how you found yourself finally walking through the double doors of the stadium. A gust from the air conditioner greeted you as you stepped inside, blowing your hair into your eyes and lip gloss, but it was a welcomed relief.

"I think that took literally forever." Your feet were already aching, and the thought of standing for another two hours was mentally and physically exhausting. Sure, you'd listened to some of Corroded Coffin's songs and thought they were good, but you weren't looking forward to standing in a sweaty crowd.

"Right. That was crazy, and they only have two scanners going. It's going to take forever to get everyone inside." Steve replied. His fingers tightened around yours when he felt your strides slowing, and he turned to notice your attention was on the merchandise display a few feet away. Following your gaze, he found the band tees hung up on a pinboard, images pressed onto the fronts and backs of each one. Some showed the band's tour dates and the cities they were scheduled to stop in, while others had stylised versions of Eddie's face.

Steve practically beamed with pride. He was proud of how far Eddie had come since they'd met—from school freak to famous rockstar. It was a big change, but a well-deserved one, given all the shit he'd been through. Somehow, he'd remained modest and hadn't forgotten where he'd come from; he'd gotten his uncle out of the trailer and into a two-bedroom apartment; he thanked his uncle and friends during every interview; he'd even forgiven his childhood bullies, though he never forgot what they'd done to him.

"Come on," he said while tugging your hand. "We should get in before the show starts," he said when you hesitated, teeth tugging on your lower lip as you continued to eye the shirts, bandanas, and posters on display. It was called the Upside Down Tour, and the band had released a limited-edition shirt for the tour.

"I want to get a shirt; this is the first concert like this I've ever been to. I want something to remember it." You explained. You wriggled your fingers in his, hinting that you wanted him to let go. If you'd have blinked, you might have missed it, but you swore that Steve and Robin shared a look—the kind that carried secret conversations and amusement.

Your heart stuttered in your chest, painful and sudden, while your mind raced to a dozen terrible thoughts. What if they regretted bringing you along, even though they'd practically begged you to go? What if they were angry? Fuck, what if they hated you? You must have looked like you were about to pass out because Steve took pity on you, reassuringly squeezing your hand as he stepped closer.

"Shit, sorry," he apologised with a crooked smile. "It's all good. We can pick one up after the show, okay? We need to get inside before security locks the doors."

"Oh," you answered. You ducked your head to hide your face, which felt like it was burning with embarrassment. You suddenly felt childish for letting your anxiety get the better of you, especially given that this was Steve and Robin, who had been nothing but kind from the moment you'd first met them. "Of course. After the show."

As though she sensed your distress, which she more than likely did because you radiated emotions like the sun radiated heat, Robin grabbed your other hand, lacing her fingers with yours, and gave you a sympathetic smile that mimicked the one on Steve's face. You loved them, but sometimes you hated them. So often, Robin and Steve seemed to be on the same page, on the same mental wavelength, having entire conversations with the lofting of a brow or half-smirk while you were on your own, a stranger looking in.

You tried not to think about it and tried desperately not to let negative emotions get the better of you tonight. You were at a concert with two amazing people, about to see a fantastic band play live. It was going to be a good night. Steve showed his ticket to one of the women managing the traffic flow, who motioned down a steep staircase into a standing pit right in front of the stage.

As you predicted, the crowd was already massive; there were too many people to fit comfortably within the stadium, but no one would complain as long as everyone behaved. And everyone would behave if they were able to see the band play. It wasn't long before the lights went down, and the crowd's cheering rose to a thunderous crescendo.

You felt the violent vibrations of the bass guitar as the bassist began the opening rift—how it rattled the ivory cage around your lungs until your entire body swayed to the rhythm. A sudden fireworks explosion dazzled and blinded you as the crowd rushed forward. Then the atmosphere turned electric, casting a weaving web on the crowd and drawing them in.

When the smoke settled, you saw the band had taken their places on stage, dressed in black denim, leather, chains, tattoos, and wild hair. They preened beneath the attention of their peers as the frontman and lead singer, Eddie Munson, moved to stand before a microphone. "I hope you're ready to rock, Hawkins, 'cause we're not stopping until the cops come knocking!"

Steve grabbed your wrist and dragged you in front of him, pushing you closer to the stage. That was how you found yourself standing front and centre. One of his hands grabbed your hip firmly, ready to break the fingers of any other wandering hands. He wrapped his other arm around Robin's shoulders, holding her to him as they sang along to a song you didn't know the words to.

It wasn't your proximity to him or the bruising grip of his fingers that warmed your blood, but the singer on stage. You'd seen pictures of Eddie in the trashy magazine you picked up from the gas station occasionally; each one seemed to be a different headline, each as scandalous as the last. Corroded Coffin's singer caught with another woman? Eddie Munson, Satanic Priest! Some of them were ridiculous, and none of them had been particularly entertaining, especially when, in every interview, he seemed humble, perhaps even flustered by the fame.

The sight of him on stage sent heat dripping down your cheeks and into your neck, spiralling through your veins to gather at your core.

He looked like a devil but had the face of an angel—wild curls bounced around his face, you caught glimpses of his inked skin, and there was a perfect trail of hair on his abdomen. He strummed at his guitar strings as though it were his lover, plucking the cords with perfectly practised movements. You wondered what else his fingers could do, and a wild blush crept into your face.

As though your thoughts weren't mortifying enough, he seemed to have noticed. His eyes found yours in the crowd, as if he could see straight into your brain and was plucking the fantasies from your mind.

The world slowed to a crawl and faded until it was just the two of you and your racing thoughts. You drank in the sight of him. You caught glimpses of his tattoos, watched how droplets of sweat rolled down the hollow of his throat as the heat of the stage lights bore down on him, and watched how his lips moved as he sang, the rasps of his voice enough to make you tremble.

You tugged your lower lip between your teeth, almost afraid to look away; you wanted this moment to go on forever and ever. But as abruptly as it began, the fantasy ended when he looked out across the crowd, and as he did, the world snapped back into place. Your heart was racing, and your breath was erratic.

You felt silly having been caught up in such an intense moment with a perfect stranger, even if he was handsome and famous—a perfect mixture of exhilaration and embarrassment. You glanced at Robin and Steve, hoping they hadn't noticed your captivated state. They hadn't.

The two were still singing and enjoying the music, bouncing up and down as a guitar solo swept through the speakers. Worrying your lip between your teeth, you looked back at the stage, trying valiantly to refocus on the music. After a while, the guitar's pounding bass and electrifying energy were enough to pull you back into the moment.

You felt captivated, as though whatever dark spell he was weaving had fallen upon you, too. His performance was filled with raw emotion and a rebellious spirit, with the lyrics resonating with something deep inside you, echoing your desires, and enticing a wildness to spark in your veins.

You stole another glance at him, and his eyes again met yours. It was almost as if the universe had conspired to connect you two in a chaotic sea of people. With a sudden burst of courage you didn't think yourself capable of, you gave a bashful smile and lifted your hand, waving at him.

He saw and acknowledged you with a knowing smile, to your surprise and amusement. It felt like a dirty secret. You would swear that your face was on fire from how hard you were blushing, your fingers wringing together nervously at the front of your dress.

It seems silly. In fact, you knew it was silly, childish, and stupid.

You didn't know him, and he didn't know you. You knew the media's version of him—the stylised rockstar who'd grown up poor, defied the odds, and came out on top—the playboy who had a different girl every other week and who'd been caught having sex with fans in odd places. But what you'd felt, however brief, had ignited a fire in the pit of your stomach. You felt it smouldering as you were lost in the music and its wild energy.

The last guitar riff played, and the crowd erupted into thunderous applause. You expected the crowd to thin down now that the show was finished, but they remained, hooting and hollering, vying for his attention.

"He was incredible!" You shouted as you turned to Steve, straining to be heard above the crowd. He gave you a funny expression and tilted his head to the side, causing a stir of hair to fall into his face.

"What?"

"I said," you shouted while moving closer to him. "That was incredible!"

This time, he heard you, chuckling under his breath and holding you in place when you tried to slip through the crowd. And then you saw Eddie standing at the edge of the stage, a security guard at his side. You could see they were talking, now if only you'd learned to read lips. Except you didn't need to read lips to know he was pointing right at the three of you.

Your heart stopped mid-beat, your mouth running dry, as a second security guard approached the three of you. From where you were frozen in time, you didn't see Steve and Robin grinning at each other or the glint in their eyes.

You were star-struck, staring at the security guard as if he'd grown a second head. And he might as well have because things like this didn't happen. Maybe it happened in the movies, but not real life and you weren't some perfectly poised beauty. You were a real woman with feelings; they were all over the place right now.

You grabbed Steve's arm when he stepped away, pulling him to a stop. He looked down at you with a furrowed brow. "What the hell is going on?" you hissed at him, not angry but entirely surprised and uncertain. He gave you a dashing and daring smile.

"Think he just invited us backstage."

"What?"

You'd tried to convince yourself that this was a wild dream. You even pinched yourself—twice. Things like this didn't happen to ordinary people, especially people like you. The shy woman who had to have a drink in her hand, the woman who took sips to fill the silence when talking became overwhelming, the woman who stammered and blushed with little more than a wink from a handsome man.

But it was happening. And now there you were, backstage, with Steve and Robin at your side, staring at a door with the band's name written in block letters. You could hear people milling about inside.

The security guard knocked, and you heard the muffled sound of movement, followed by something being knocked over and a chorus of laughter. Finally, the door was hauled open.

"Eddie!"

Robin's outburst startled you. She pushed past you and Steve, then the security guard, and threw herself at the man. You gawked at them, eyes wide as your soul burst to life, heart skipping several beats when he spun her in a circle. Robin's feet didn't touch the ground as they laughed.

You couldn't believe it.

There, standing not even five feet away, was the lead singer of Corroded Coffin, Eddie-fucking-Munson—the very same man you'd been eye-fucking on stage not even an hour ago. A part of you wanted the ground to open wide and swallow you whole. Another part screamed at you to cling to him as Robin had done.

"Hey," Steve whispered, leaning slightly closer to your ear. "Are you doing okay? You look like you've seen a ghost or something."

"What?" You replied, your voice rising an octave in panic. Your gaze whirled between Steve and the duo, who seemed oblivious to your presence, and then back again. "Yes, well, no! You didn't tell me you knew him!"

"Who? Eddie?" He asked.

"That guy, right there, the famous guy hugging our friend?" You were incredulous, your arm flailing in their direction, much to Robin's amusement and Eddie's confusion. "Yes, him! You two know him?"

"What about Eddie?"

The sudden appearance of his voice made you squeak in surprise. His voice was dark, deep, and delectable, like chocolate, and hoarse. It felt like liquid heat pouring down your spine, flooding every intersecting bone until you trembled. Eddie smiled, and his cheeks dimpled in a way that had you blushing wildly.

You stared as Steve and Eddie swept each other into a bear hug, slapping each other on the back and again on the arm as they came apart. Robin gave you a playful poke in the side, bringing your attention back to her.

"What about Eddie?" She asked, which inevitably brought all of their attention to you. You shifted beneath the weight of their combined stare. Your eyes found Eddie's, and you looked away quickly.

"Yeah, what about Eddie, girl?" He playfully added.

"Nothing! It's just that—um—well, I didn't know you—uh—that they knew you. That's all." You say, stumbling over the words like an awkward teenager. You mentally kicked yourself, but in truth, you'd never been good at talking to people. You'd always been a little shy, and everyone made fun of you before Steve and Robin slowly started coaxing you out of your shell.

And it wasn't as though he knew you. He probably hadn't seen you in the crowd. Now that you think about it, Eddie was just as likely to be smiling at them, not you, when he was on stage. But that didn't do anything to pull the blush out of your face or stop the way you shuffled under the gaze of the trio.

"Oh, yeah," Eddie said with an awkward laugh, reaching up to scratch the back of his head. Your eyes went a little buggy when his shirt rode up, revealing that trail of hair that disappeared into the band of his jeans.

You looked away quickly before he could catch you staring, finding something on the wall that suddenly fascinated you. He didn't notice, or at least didn't say anything if he did. "Yeah, yeah, the three of us went to high school together. It seems like a lifetime ago."

Robin stared at him, her expression incredulous. "It was, like, five years ago, Eds. Don't you dare make me older than I am!" She said as the back of her hand connected with his stomach. Eddie huffed as he doubled over dramatically, clutching his stomach and coughing as though she'd just punched the air from his lungs. You laughed despite yourself, momentarily drawing his attention to you; he flashed you a dazzling smile before hustling the three of you inside.

It would have been spacious inside the room if it wasn't filled with boxes of merchandise, band equipment, and the rest of the band. The little composure you'd managed to hold onto disappeared when Steve and Robin rushed inside, similarly greeting the others, hugging and laughing like old friends.

You lingered at the door, unsure what to do with yourself, when you felt a hand against the small of your back, fingertips tapping just above the curve of your ass, high enough to be respectful but low enough to send a delicious shiver down your spine.

"Come on, sweetheart. They don't bite," Eddie said with a laugh before leaning down to whisper in your ear. You felt his breath against your neck, the warmth of it making you shiver as he caught a glimpse of your cleavage before you hugged your cardigan around yourself.

"Well, I might," he added. "If you ask nicely."

He didn't wait to see your reaction, but from the beaming smile plastered on his face, he'd heard your squeak of surprise. Instead, Eddie flounced into the room, joining Steve, Robin, and the others as you followed.

Once official introductions were made, you sat at the end of one of the couches next to Eddie, who seemed entirely unaware of your nervous inner turmoil. Occasionally, his thigh brushed against yours, jostling you in his excitable state as the group recalled their high school years.

"You were quite the ladies' man in high school, Steve. Don't act bashful now," the drummer, Gareth, said with a booming laugh. You found yourself smiling and laughing with him, amused by the way Steve rubbed at the back of his neck and tried to deflect.

"I remember Robin telling me that the girls used to call him King Steve." You added. Gareth howled with laughter at how Steve flushed a deeper shade of pink. You smiled at him, pretty and sweet, but should have known he wouldn't let that slight go unanswered. You hardly had time to steel yourself before he returned fire.

"Hey now," he said, his smile positively devilish. "Don't start throwing shade if you can't handle the sun, sweets. Because I could tell some stories about you, too. Well, no, I couldn't. I don't think I've ever heard those bed springs squeak."

You choked on a mouthful of beer, coughing as you glared at him in horror. "Steven Joseph Harrington!" Your face burned at the revelation of a secret you'd shared with him one drunk and wild night. Using his full government name was enough for him to know he'd crossed a line, but the laughter of his friends encouraged him.

"I can't help it if that's the truth, you know," he said with a shrug.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Eddie shouted, shaking his hand wildly to get everyone's attention, especially yours. You squirmed in your seat, pushing yourself hard against the arm of the couch to try and escape his intense stare when he rounded on you.

"Never? As in never, ever?"

At that moment, you wanted the ground to open wide and swallow you. It wasn't that you were embarrassed to be a virgin, but the attention made you uncomfortable. You'd never been the type of woman to want a one-night stand with a stranger. Steve had offered once when you'd both been drunk and confessing secrets, but you'd never felt the itch.

And it wasn't that you considered your virginity to be a cherished and sacred part of yourself. But you'd never wanted to be that vulnerable with someone unless you trusted them entirely.

"Bullshit." Eddie spat, not nasty, but disbelieving. "You've gotta be shitting me. A pretty thing like you hasn't ever had sex? I know you're lying."

You stared at your hands resting in your lap, fingers wringing the hem of your dress until the stitching threatened to fray. From across the room, you heard the vague sound of Robin talking, mumbling something about you being as ripe as a cherry. She purposely popped her lips, and you wanted to die.

"Jesus Christ," you managed to choke out. "Yes, okay, I'm a total virgin. Can we talk about something else, please?"

The universe appeared to take mercy on you because the conversation changed topics at breakneck speed. One moment, Eddie was gawking at you; the next, he was focused entirely upon Jeff, who'd bought up something called the Hellfire Club. You took the opportunity to down the rest of your beer, letting the flavour of it wash away the taste of embarrassed tears.

The night went on in relative peace. You drank with them, listening to their wild stories of high school shenanigans and offering your own when prompted. You hadn't realised how much time had passed until you glanced at your watch and gawked: two in the morning.

"So, never?" Eddie asked without warning, his voice soft and almost innocent, breaking the silence that had blossomed within the room. You pulled your cardigan around your shoulders as though the thin material could shield you from his gaze. The others had fallen asleep, either drunk or high or just beyond exhausted. It was just the two of you.

Just you and Eddie.

"Look," you said with a sigh, your face burning again. "I really don't want to talk about that."

He held his hands in the universal sign of hold up. "I'm not judging you, sweetheart. I'm just curious. A pretty thing like you has to have a trail of broken hearts behind her."

You laughed despite yourself and relaxed back onto the couch, enjoying the warmth radiating from him. He was so close that you could see the way his Adam's apple bobbed with each swallow, the way he traced his lips with the tip of his tongue, the way the fabric of his jeans stretched across his lap, the bulge there. . .

You snapped your head away when he caught your staring.

"It's not like that. I've had boyfriends. I've just never felt comfortable doing anything with them. Not that they were bad people. I didn't want to do it because everyone was doing it. Then I got busy, and dating stopped happening. You understand? Of course you do. You're famous; I doubt you have much time for dating. Not that anyone wouldn't want to date you."

You were rambling, the words falling from your lips like verbal vomit, and you couldn't stop. Eddie silenced you, moving without warning to close the distance lingering between the two of you. He grabbed you by the back of the neck, his fingers rough and warm, pulling you into the wall of his chest so that he could slot his mouth against yours.

Eddie Munson tasted like cigarette smoke and alcohol, dark desire wrapped in leather. Eddie Munson smelled like adrenaline and sex, a woman's wet dream. Before you knew what you were doing, you kissed him back, desperate for more.

Eddie led you into an adjacent room, his fingers enveloping yours, providing a comforting anchor. The soft snores of the others faded into a distant hum as he closed the door. Your gaze traced the contours of his back, the curve of his shoulders, the way his studded jacket draped over them, the weight of his chunky black boots and the ruggedness of his ripped jeans. The belt cinched around his narrow waist, crowned with a buckle shaped like a bat, adding a touch of mystery to his rugged charm.

He turned abruptly, his hand slamming against the door beside your head, eliciting a startled yelp from you. Eddie pressed against you, your hands instinctively clutching the fabric of his shirt. Caught between the desire to pull him closer and the instinct to push him away, you found yourself staring at him with wide, uncertain eyes. Your heart pounded against its ivory prison, the uncertainty of the moment adding to its frantic beat.

"E—Eddie?" You managed to stammer his name, your voice impossibly quiet, overflowing with uncertainty and a mix of fear and desire. He didn't seem to mind. He smiled at you, his breath washing over your mouth and nose like a sweet rum, leaving you light-headed. You squeezed your thighs together as tight as you could, desperate to stifle the growing heat at your core.

He felt it, your nervous shifting and the wild beating of your heart as he cruised a hand along your body, from your hip and then over your breast to clutch the back of your neck. He rubbed his thumb over your racing pulse. "Has anyone ever kissed you like this before? Pushed you against a wall, touched you, told you how beautiful you are?"

Your face burned. Eddie knew that you'd been kissed before; you'd told him as much. But you'd also told him you were a virgin. At twenty-four, you'd almost grown out of being embarrassed by the fact.

"No," you answered in a low exhale, trying to duck your head to avoid his smouldering stare. His eyes were blown with lust, almost black as coal, as he pushed his thumb against your chin, forcing you to look at him.

He leaned in closer, the feel of him like a weighted blanket on your chest, making it harder to breathe but in a pleasant way. It made your head fuzzy, like floating in a beautiful daydream, except his lips ghosted over yours. The faintest of touches had reality snapping into place around you.

"Never, ever?" Eddie whispered, his lips brushing, tugging, teasing yours. He was so close that he'd invaded all your senses until all you saw, heard, and breathed was him. He held fast when he wanted to move. Eddie waited for someone to give in to desire and bring the other into the flames. He wanted and needed it to be you.

The tiny whimper you made shot through him, racing through his blood like a bolt of electricity until his cock throbbed. And then you took the plunge, a hand at the back of his neck, the other hauling him in by that pretty studded jacket so you could brush your mouth against his.

It was all he needed—a silent confession, unspoken permission.

Eddie pushed against you until you felt the studs of his leather jacket and his dangling chains pressing into you through your clothing, your dress suddenly restrictive and in the way. His hands were everywhere, cupping your face, running through your hair. And then he dropped to his knees with a thud, pressing kisses down your stomach, leaving wet marks against the fabric of your dress as he ran his hands up the backs of your legs.

"No one ever touched you like this?"

You felt like you were going up in flames. His touch was fire licking your skin, beautiful and pure, leaving you trembling. His hands moved up the back of your thighs, and when his mouth found your belly button, tongue swirling once, then twice, you grabbed him by the shoulders to steady yourself.

"Words, sweet girl. I need you to answer," he said in a husky tone, pinching the back of your thigh to bring you out of your mind and into the moment. He looked at you from beneath his impossibly dark lashes, his eyes dark, twinkling with mischief.

"Never," you managed to gasp when his hands began drifting high, pushing your dress up until he could bunch it at your hips. And then he was face-to-face with your panties, groaning dramatically, making a sound that would make a pornstar blush.

"Have mercy," Eddie moaned, his breath hot against your mound even through the barrier of clothing. His eyes moved back to yours, and you flushed with embarrassment. He was staring at you like he wanted to devour you. "Even your fucking panties are adorable. That little bow? I'm going to take my time unwrapping this present."

Yet, despite this admission, he didn't take his time.

His mouth landed on your clothed cunt without a preamble. Your knees shook and threatened to give out as he worked his tongue against the wet fabric, tasting your arousal and letting it slide down his throat like a fine wine. Eddie found that virgins were quick to get wet. His calloused fingers kneaded the globes of your arse, pulling you closer, his talented tongue pushing your panties into your slit so he could tease your clit with gentle licks.

You bit your knuckles to stifle the sounds of your moans as pleasure snaked through your veins, creeping through your bloodstream until you broke into a sweat.

"Put your hands in my hair," he demanded with a rough voice, and like a mindless fool, you complied. His hair was a mess of wild curls that you pulled on, sinking your fingers deep into his plush locks when he started to work your panties down your thighs. "Good girl."

"Oh god." As the fabric pooled at your ankles, your head hit the door with a soft thud. You were like putty in his hands—willing to walk through the fires of hell if it meant he'd keep touching you. Eddie freed one of your ankles and threw your leg over his shoulder, bringing you closer.

Words could not describe the feeling of his tongue against your slick folds or the sensation of the tip flicking against your clit. It was like lightning arched through the sky to melt the skin from your bones. You were burning up. And he'd lit the match.

Eddie was loud and messy, lewd. The sounds that clawed up his throat were pornographic. Each wet schlick of his mouth was accompanied by a throaty moan as he sucked your clit and teased your throbbing hole with the tip of his tongue.

It was an out-of-body experience—you never realised you could feel this good. Eddie held you by the back of the thighs, his grip firm, pulling you onto his tongue until your flesh goosepipmpled beneath his touch. You could have collapsed when he withdrew, a line of saliva connecting the tip of his tongue to your clit.

"Words, pretty girl. You gotta use them, or I'm going to stop."

You whined desperately, weaving your fingers deeper into his wild hair. "Please don't stop, Eddie. . ."

"Then talk to me. Let me hear those pretty sounds."

He waited only a moment, his dark eyes staring into yours with the intensity of the sun. He took in your flushed cheeks and shallow breaths that made your chest heave. Then he resumed his meal. The sound you made in response was embarrassing—at least, it should have been. You should have wanted the ground to split open and swallow you. But you didn't.

"It's good," you choked out, squeezing your eyes shut as he ran the flat of his tongue along your slit, the tip flicking your clit in a delicious way that made your hips twitch; forward, then back, like you wanted him to eat you alive but also to escape.

The feeling was exquisite—like nothing you had ever felt—knocking the air from your lungs, making the muscles in your legs tense and your core weep. Your whole body jerked under his tongue, a shiver shaking your spine, your bones turning to jelly as he licked and sucked your drenched cunt. "Oh god. . . I think. . . I—I'm close."

You'd had orgasms before, but nothing quite like this. It was a slow build, each swipe of Eddie's tongue amplifying the pressure between your hips, sending jolts of electricity through your veins until your nerves crackled and popped. It was difficult to describe; you could taste the words on the tip of your tongue, but they melted away with each moan he drew from your lips.

And then it spread out through your body, a searing warmth that threatened once more to melt the skin from your bones.

"You're so wet, sweetness, m'fucking drowning here," Eddie said. Even though his words were vulgar, the low growl with which he spoke sent you tumbling down the other side of pleasure. The first wave zinged through you, knocking the air from your lungs and sparking every one of your nerves to life.

You bit your knuckles hard until you tasted blood, but the flavour was quickly lost as the second wave seared through your limbs. Eddie didn't stop—not once. Each swipe of his tongue against your clit, each push of it into your virginal hole, sent wisps of fire shooting through your veins, adding stars and galaxies bursting to life behind your scrunched-shut eyes.

When you returned to earth, you found yourself trembling, his strong hands the pillars that kept you upright. Eddie kissed his way back up your body, slowly working your dress up as he went until he could pull it over your head. He threw it over his shoulder, the fabric a distant memory as it hit the ground, lost and now forgotten.

"No one ever made you cum before, have they?" He whispered, his breath hot, his smirk feral, as he teased his lips along the slope of your neck. You whined when your bare cunt rubbed against his dark denim jeans, the rough drag of the rips and tears against your lips sending you hurtling toward the sky once more.

"No," you managed to say before catching his mouth for a wild, clumsy kiss. Eddie happily obliged, pushing his tongue into your mouth and licking your teeth so you tasted yourself.

"Touch me. . ."

"What do good girls say?"

"Please."

You would die if he didn't touch you in the next three seconds. You would collapse to the ground, melt into a puddle at his feet, and literally die.

Thankfully, he took pity on you.

Eddie kissed you deeply, with the fire of a thousand suns; his hot breath stole through your lungs when he swallowed your moans, leaving you on the verge of combustion. You felt lost in him, touching him here, there, and everywhere as you tried to strip him. Eddie didn't let you. He grabbed your wrists and held them at the small of your back, and he moved you both across the room.

Your lips never once parted. The moment was composed of hot breaths, searing kisses, and teasing bites, weakening your knees terribly. Eddie fell back into a high chair in front of the make-up mirrors. You were desperate to climb into his lap, to wind your legs around him and leech the warmth from his chest, but instead, he turned you and pulled you into his lap, back to chest.

"Eddie," you whispered his name in a sigh, heady with desire. "I want more. . ."

He pressed a kiss against the shell of your ear, smiling in response. His lips were wet, his mouth wanting as he lowered it to your next, sucking a mark into your plush skin. "Open your eyes, sweetness."

Eddie hooked your knees over his thighs, spreading you open and exposing you to the mirror. The tips of his fingers ghosted along the crease of your inner thigh, making your breath hitch in anticipation. "You're beautiful," he said with a hum, nuzzling his nose into your hair. You caught his eyes in the reflection and saw the stark desire that had turned his pupils black, the hunger.

And you saw the expression mirrored in your own reflection. Your skin was flushed the subtlest shade of pink, pussy glistening with arousal. Eddie honestly thought you were the prettiest thing he'd ever fucking seen; so sweet, so innocent.

The stretch of his thick fingers was immediately exquisite, the slick of your arousal coating them entirely. Eddie watched the mirror, transfixed by the way it dropped from around his fingers, sliding down the curve of your ass to darken his denim jeans.

He felt you clench around him, tension seeping through your body as the pain collided with pleasure, twisting through your veins like snakes, intertwined, threatening to consume you from the inside out. You cried out when he crooked them, hips rising in search of more; his other hand cruised up your body, the soft swell of your stomach, cupping a tit in the palm of his hand, thumb teasing your nipple into a hardened peak.

Eddie growled against your neck. He was as hard as a rock, and each jolt of your hips had your arse rutting against his aching cock. You reached back to grab his hair, winding your fingers through his wild curls as the pleasure mounted. You were a guitar, and he had years of practice. He watched the rapid rise and fall of your chest, the way you couldn't sit still as he fucked his fingers in and out of your cunt, the way you clawed at his jeans.

You put a hand over your mouth to stifle the way you moan, loud, wantonly, like a whore. You felt dirty—like this was a scandalous secret. The thought of being found was erotically terrifying.

"You getting close, sweetness?" Eddie asked; no, he growled the words against your neck, teeth clipping the sensitive skin. "I can feel it. You're squeezing my fingers so fucking tight. Are you thinking about my cock? How much better it'll feel than my fingers?"

As though to emphasise his words, his thrust against you, his erection hard against the globes of your arse, leaving him moaning as his own muscles twisted with desire, pure liquid heat pouring through his bones.

"Cum for me, baby."

He wasn't asking; no, he was demanding.