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[ravenclair]

In the Shadow of You | Hogwarts Legacy

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Chapter 10: Return

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“…find the tombs of Arcus and Livius.”

It had been a week since your run-in with Niamh’s messenger fairy in the portrait, and you still hadn’t found out anything about Arcus or Livius or their respective tombs.

You and Sebastian had spent time researching the names, even took a trip to Hogsmeade to ask if Sirona had heard anything, but came up empty-handed. In the meantime, you’d spent any spare moments you had between your search and schoolwork to practice with your ancient magic.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t coming as naturally as it had during fifth year. Whether it was due to the resealing of the repository or your unresolved feelings toward the magic, you weren’t sure. You had made slight progress over the last few days, but the power felt nowhere near as strong as it had before.

Sebastian had discovered a few books on protective enchantments, and, mercifully, you were able to imbue your ancient magic into the locket to strengthen its existing charm. While dueling with Sebastian in the Undercroft, you found that the newly improved charm aided greatly in your shielding spells.

You’d also found yourself no longer experiencing nightmares since the locket’s enhancement. Whether that was pure coincidence or an added bonus of the charm, you didn’t care. At least you were getting a good night’s rest.

You hadn’t had a chance to fully test its strength against the Legilimens, however. It had been silence from your enemy since you had managed to somehow sneak into their mind almost two weeks ago. Perhaps you managed to spook them off for a bit.

Or the locket’s protection was working better than you anticipated.

You now sat in Sharp’s Potions class, brewing a Veritaserum potion. It would take a full lunar cycle to mature and be completed, so Sharp said you would all be storing the potions in the classroom to be graded next month.

As you added a Jobberknoll feather to your brew and stirred, Garreth spoke.

“Are you lot excited for the first game of the season? I can’t believe it’s been almost two years since I’ve gotten to play quidditch!”

“Not excited to lose,” Samantha sighed as she absentmindedly stirred her own potion. “I hate to admit it, but you guys are totally going to kick our–”

“Less talking, more stirring, Miss Dale,” Professor Sharp demanded as he passed by your station. He was roaming between the groups in observation, eyes like a hawk.

Samantha flushed and glared at his back as he walked away. You pressed your lips together to hide your smile.

The first quidditch match of the season would be held at the end of the week. It was Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw, and, unfortunately, you agreed with Samantha. The odds weren’t exactly in your house’s favor.

“It will be an interesting match, to say the least,” Natty quipped, keeping her voice low.

Once class was dismissed, you walked with Sebastian and Ominis to Charms. They were both quiet, seemingly on edge.

Then you realized: Anne was returning to Hogwarts today.

She was likely already at the castle, meeting with Professor Weasley. She had written to you a few days ago, saying Professor Weasley had given her a similar plan to yours in fifth year; other professors would be giving her extra assignments throughout the term to get her up to speed with the current sixth year students.

Professor Weasley had also asked if you’d be willing to lend a helping hand in the matter, to which you agreed wholeheartedly.

“I’m guessing neither of you bumped into Anne in the common room this morning,” you spoke, addressing the tension.

Ominis shook his head, and you noticed his grasp on his wand tighten slightly. “Her last missive stated that she wanted to meet after dinner, in the Undercroft. With all three of us.”

Sebastian said nothing.

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“Your shield is still weak,” Professor Sharp chastised later that afternoon.

You had a splitting headache after yet another failed attempt to block him from your mind. You’d been practicing for a while now and you were starting to feel light-headed.

You discovered that the newly enhanced locket did aid in your Occlumency, though. Sharp admitted to having a more difficult time accessing your memories, describing it as a ‘fog’ that clouded his path and seemed to intentionally lead him astray. But it still did not completely keep him barred from your mind.

“Once more,” you said, breathing heavily.

“I think that’s enough practice for today,” Professor Sharp disagreed.

You slumped onto a stool, too tired to argue. The professor observed you for a moment.

“Perhaps we are approaching this the wrong way,” he pondered aloud.

“What do you mean, Professor?”

“Traditionally, Occlumency relies on hiding your memories behind a shield, like we’ve been practicing. Instead, I want you to try shifting your focus to removing the threat altogether.”

You considered his words. Most of the time you had used your ancient magic to attack, not protect. You were definitely more adept at being on the offensive side of a fight.

Something inside you seemed to resonate at that.

“Alright, one more go,” you stood, shaking out your hands in preparation.

In an instant, he had you in his hold. You kept your mind clear and searched for his magic. You felt it, moving through your memories haphazardly, the locket’s enchantment confusing him.

As if on instinct, your magic struck.

It grabbed onto Sharp’s presence, almost aggressively, and you tried to will it to remove him. Instead, your subconscious shifted into his.

Flashes of memories floated toward you. His time as a student, his Auror training, his first class lecture as a professor. You felt his nervousness in that memory, his anxiety.

You released your magic immediately.

You were both breathing heavily. Professor Sharp looked…stunned. You never imagined you’d see that look on his face. Horror roiled in your gut when you realized what had happened.

“I–I didn’t mean to, Professor, it was an accident–”

“We’re finished for today,” Professor Sharp interrupted. “You may see yourself out.”

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“Sebastian, it was awful,” you muttered, head in your hands.

You were sitting together on a bench in the Bell Tower courtyard, where you had been pacing across the lawn to calm your nerves since leaving Sharp’s classroom. Sebastian had run into you on his way back from quidditch practice.

You felt so incredibly guilty about what you’d done to Professor Sharp, even if Legilimency hadn’t been your intention. Merlin, how were you supposed to face him again after that?

“Don’t worry–I’m sure Sharp understands it was an accident,” Sebastian assured.

“He probably hates me.”

“He hates everyone.”

You peeked sidelong at Sebastian from behind your hands. He was lounging back on the bench, giving you an amused look. You removed your hands from your face and stood with a sigh.

“You better not start pacing again,” he teased. You glared back at him. He seemed to be in better spirits than earlier on your walk to charms, thankfully.

“Enough about my troubles,” you waved his words off and crossed your arms. “How are you feeling?”

The amusement on his face shifted into slight apprehension. “Anxious, mostly, but also relieved. I’m just thankful she wants to see me at all.”

“Well, she can’t very well avoid you the whole school year,” you joked lightly, hoping to ease the tension between his brows. Instead, he went quiet again. Contemplative.

“Do you think…she’ll ever forgive me?”

Sebastian was staring down at his hands, interlaced across his stomach. He refused to meet your gaze. You looked at him sympathetically and re-took your seat beside him.

You thought about how moved Anne was when she showed you the letters he had left for her. How, even though she had said she wasn’t ready to face him, her eyes had been filled with longing.

“I do,” you replied earnestly, placing a comforting hand on his knee. “And I think she’s wondering if you can forgive her, as well. For leaving.

“There are still feelings you both need to sort through, yes, and lots of amendments to make,” you continued, “but I believe it will change your relationship for the better. Make it stronger.”

Sebastian placed a hand over yours, squeezing lightly.

“Thank you,” he responded. The gentleness of his voice sent the butterflies in your stomach to flight.

“Anytime,” you said back with an encouraging grin. “Now, come on, let’s get to dinner.”

After a quick walk to the Great Hall, you and Sebastian parted ways. Samantha waved you over as you made your way to the Ravenclaw banquet table. Andrew and Everett sat across from her.

“...Weasley is their Keeper, and that new seventh year transfer is their Seeker,” Andrew was saying as you took your seat next to Samantha. “Not quite sure what his skill level is, but he played well enough at tryouts.”

Discussing strategy for this week’s game…

You felt a small ache in your chest at the thought. Samantha seemed to notice your troubled expression.

“Enough quidditch chatter, let’s move onto a more interesting topic,” she declared, “like the new seventh year. What have you heard of him?”

“Not much,” Andrew scratched his chin in thought. “Rumor has it that he comes from some haughty pure-blood lineage.”

Samantha glanced over her shoulder at the Gryffindor table. “He’s quite handsome, and seemingly mysterious. I wonder if he left someone back home in America...”

You followed her gaze and found Emrys chatting with Natty and Nellie at the other end of the table behind you. The two girls seemed to be laughing at something he said.

Samantha wasn’t wrong, per say, about his looks.

As if he could feel your stare, his eyes met yours. You looked away instantly, embarrassed that he had caught you.

“His name is Emrys,” you said, returning your attention to your housemates. “We ran into each other–literally–a bit ago. I haven’t spoken to him since, though.”

Samantha hummed in response.

“I don’t care what his name is,” Everett said sourly, “so long as he doesn’t catch that snitch at the match this week.”

The rest of dinner was spent filling your plates and chatting about your classes. Once dinner had ended and you all stood to leave, you were surprised to find Emrys standing behind you.

“Hello, Savior,” he said smugly. “A word, if you please?”

Samantha’s eyes widened as she took in his tall frame and green eyes. She gave your arm a quick squeeze, as if to say ‘you’d better tell me all about this later.’

The two of you stepped off to the side of the Great Hall as students filed out the doors.

“Nice to see you again, Emrys,” you said casually. “Can I help you with something?”

“As fate would have it, yes,” he replied. “Natty says you’re rather familiar with the restricted section of the library…care to share any tips I should know before I attempt to visit it, myself?”

You just stared at him in surprise. “You’re…planning to sneak in?”

“Maybe,” he shrugged innocently. “I can’t very well admit to that, don’t want you getting caught in the cross-fire if things go poorly.”

“I appreciate the consideration,” you smirked. “Well, if I were going to sneak into the restricted section, which I most certainly haven’t and would never dream of doing, I would have to remember that the lock is charmed against Alohomora or any other unlocking spells.

“I’d also recall that Scribner keeps a key to the lock in the middle drawer of her desk,” you continued. “Watch out for Peeves, he’s a tattletale.”

“Brilliant!” Emrys smiled.

“Can I ask why you’re not paying a visit to the restricted section?”

He hesitated before leaning in closer to you to whisper, “I made a bet with Garreth. I have to bring him an old potioneer’s scroll as proof.”

You shook your head, laughing at the ridiculousness of it. “Hope it’s worth a detention.”

“Only if I get caught,” Emrys winked.

After bidding Emrys farewell, you joined the crowd exiting the Great Hall and slipped off toward the Undercroft. You were surprised to find Sebastian lingering outside the entrance.

“Sebastian? Are you alright?”

He looked up, startled from his thoughts. “Oh, yes, I was just…waiting. Ominis went ahead already to see Anne, but…I didn’t want to overwhelm her.”

He was still nervous. You could tell by the way he was restlessly shifting his weight back and forth on his feet.

“I noticed you talking with the Gryffindor Seeker after dinner,” Sebastian went on, a slight edge in his tone. “I didn’t know you two were friendly.”

Is he…changing the topic to avoid meeting with Anne…?

“We’ve only met once before, he seems nice,” you shrugged. Sebastian just gave you a curt nod in reply.

“Shall we go inside?”

“What did he want?”

You blinked. You both had spoken at the same time.

“Nothing, really,” you answered, raising a brow. “Just asking for some advice about getting into the restricted section, some bet he made with Garreth–are you sure you’re alright, Sebastian?”

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “No, and this is only making me feel worse. Let’s go.”

Before you could question what he meant by that particular statement, Sebastian waved his wand and the door swung open. He gestured for you to enter first. As you descended the stairs to the Undercroft, you heard Anne’s light laughter.

Sebastian sucked in a breath behind you.

When you emerged from the staircase, you saw Anne and Ominis chatting casually. She was in a Slytherin uniform, leaning comfortably on the wooden desk on the left side of the room, face still split into a grin from her laughter. Her eyes lit up when she saw you enter.

As you walked closer to her and Ominis, you saw her smile fall when she noticed Sebastian walking quietly behind you. You were suddenly a bit anxious about the direction this reunion might take.

Anne pushed off the desk and took a reluctant step around Ominis. You moved to the side as well, giving the twins a clear path to each other.

You and Ominis both seemed to be holding your breath.

“Anne…” Sebastian said breathlessly, breaking the tense silence that had fallen over the Undercroft. Your heart ached at the tenderness in his voice.

A mixture of emotions seemed to flash across Anne’s face as she took in her brother’s presence. His sorrowful expression. His shallow breaths. His hesitation to approach her, respecting the space she might need.

Her eyes began to fill with tears before Anne quickly closed the space left between them. She threw her arms around Sebastian in a tight embrace.

Sebastian, dumbfounded, waited a few breaths before returning the hold. The twins stayed like that for a while, letting the wordless moment convey everything they felt.

You and Ominis sagged with relief, exchanging soft smiles.

The Sallows had finally returned to one another.

A family made whole once more.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Something Old, Something New.

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[a-compass-without-a-needle]

This is what happened after 3.1 isn't it?

[bunnieswithknives]

I feel bad for neglecting Hazel so much, I do have many thoughts about her.. and also a mermaid au that im probably not going to do anything with

[beigetiger]

I'm still being so normal about Jack. He's literally just Some GuyTM who was actually pretty good of a person for someone in the gaslight district. He just got really, tragically unlucky.

We can see from the pictures and the way that Mud and Mel talk about him that he was VERY close with this family and probably understood just how toast he was when he learner their little family secret by accident. Mel was comfortable enough with him to be reading a dirty magazine in front of him and neither of them seemed to think anything of it. She gave him a second chance to agree to hide the secret and live and he turns it down. Mud gave him a cig before they threw him into the sea.

We can see from his organ donor card that he also trusted them all. He wrote a little heart next to his name. Outside of the shop, he lives with his mother, and she's now probably wondering what happened to him. He trusted Ken enough to let him be the witness on the organ donor card.

He and Mel have a shockingly raw conversation in/on a fast-moving vehicle a few mere minutes into the pilot and it ends in a car crash because neither were paying attention to the road. He asks if what is happening to him right now will happen to Mud and Breadhead when they find out too. He tries talking to Mud and Breadhead, even as they were brutalizing him, trying to get them to just listen to him, to understand what was happening. They cement him anyways.

I'm so normal about him you guys

[deikshen]

I started writing something new because I'm not in control of my life :B

In front of him, the boy who introduced himself as Shen Liangqing and who looks identical to Shen Qingqiu (except for his eyes: they are dark, intense, and his eyebrows are straighter than arched and thicker, a form that makes his elegant face more handsome in a fierce than haughty way) smiles with a sweet, false innocence. Oh, he has dimples, something that frames his youthful beauty as something wilder than just elegant neatness.

“Suppose this master believes you” Shen Qingqiu says, letting out an exasperated sigh. He feels cornered; is obviously the one with the most power in the situation just because no teenager—with the exception of the Protagonist of course—would have more power than an Immortal Master, even with the Without-a-cure in his veins. But… he feels unexpectedly weak. The boy smiles like a very sly cat, and that makes him even more uncomfortable for reasons Shen Qingqiu can't understand. “Wouldn’t Liangqing be changing his own future by telling this master all this? Wouldn’t it be risky for Liangqing?”

The boy blinks with a sweet, false innocence. His eyes widen, just a little exaggeratedly, in a clearly theatrical manner. Shen Qingqiu can see the shadow of something familiar there before his heart constricts enough for that to look away, barely breathing.

Or, Shen Qingqiu wakes up on a normal day almost three years after being forced to throw Luo Binghe into the Abyss, and finds a teenager knocking on his door. A teenager who tells him that he is his son, that he comes from the future, and that his only goal is to avoid as much of his suffering as possible. And he insists a lot that Luo Binghe does not hate him.

This young boy may be from the future, but what the hell is that!! Of course Luo Binghe hates him!! He's destined to hate him, to exact revenge for all the humiliations of his youth and turn Shen Qingqiu into a human stick!! ... Boy, why are you banging your face on the table? Are you okay...?

[sapphosboy]

I don’t think we talk enough about the fact that the tenth Doctor canonically tried to kill himself after losing Rose and he would’ve succeeded if Donna hadn’t stopped him

[seahorsepencils]

also can we just talk about the fact that in the Wish World, a woman can get away with calling another woman beautiful without setting off everyone's queer panic, but when a man does it to a man, it tips over the edge? so the Kates of the world are flying just under the radar, but are likely to be more emotionally repressed as a result - and yet, all the queer or queer-coded characters in this world are offered the same security and protection from doubt by the prospect of entering into an opposite-sex marriage...

[demaparbat-hp]

In your Spitfire AU, since Zuko is looking after Lu Ten II, what happened to Ursa?

Zuko is slightly older in the Spitfire AU. He was banished at fifteen, his head a little clearer and denial a little weaker than in canon. After his first look through the Air Temples, Zuko decides that if he can't find a myth, he might as well search for the next best thing.

Finding Ursa isn't easy, but in time he makes it to a secluded house in a near-forgotten part of the world. His mom is there, older and stronger and alive.

But she isn't alone.

And Zuko, as it turns out, didn't keep the best company during his search.

When Ursa is discovered and her secrets are laid bare for assassins (for Ozai) to find, she begs Zuko to take his little brother and run. She'll do anything it takes to protect her children, even if that means leaving them behind to keep a target off their back. Ursa diverts attention from them and allows Lu Ten's ancestry to be kept a secret. She orders Zuko not to follow her again, and disappears.

Zuko is left with a little three-year-old brother to raise and a mother he cannot hold onto.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Put that thing back or so help me.

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[untalentedace]

Very rough comic thingie on something that never gets talked about! (in the way I view it at least.)

I hear a lot of people talk about the SA in the show, some of which used for gags. But I've only seen it talked about with the girl characters. Yagi gets mobbed by fangirls in the movie and kissed, unknown if consensual or not? (I see it as SA personally) Only heard it talked about three times in the past 4 years I've been in this fandom! I feel like if he were younger and not a guy, it'd probably be brought up more, considering other sa gags in the series get brought up.

Sure he's been seen letting people touch him in the first few episodes, but still, I'm giving the gag a more serious thought. I'd imagine that after having it happen for so long, he'd be more used to it and allow the touches (whilst feeling discomfort inside), which... Doesn't make it right. This is for me and the... 3 others who think of this scene in a more negative way, aha 😅

[dravikso]

POV he heard you talking shit behind his back

more or less a redraw of this

[trchrswtrs]

I had a dream about Sebek and a fly.

Sebek was going about his normal business, when he noticed a fly sitting on his hand. He casually brushed the fly off, before lifting his gaze to resume his duties. However, out of the corner of his vision, he caught sight of the fly, back on his hand. He swatted at it again. But somehow, it remained where it was. He shook his hand, twisted it about, swiped at it multiple times but no matter how hard he tried to get rid of it, the fly remained on his hand. Growing increasingly frustrated, he even tried to crush the fly in his hand. But the fly still remained. He couldn't help but let out a cry of anger and upset as tears began to stream down his face, for he was desperate to be rid of this fly. This fly that would not release its hold on him. This fly that clung to the back of his mind every second of the day. And there was nothing he could do but despair.

[ryllen]

With this absolute unit I declared that my entire savings to pull Eternal Knight sebek is gone

[cto10121]

Maybe I just feel this way because I have mixed feelings about musical Gelphie as a ship, but it seems to me that the way the musical fandom ships Gelphie reflects the ways that the musical is "the Glinda show." Personally, I can believe that Glinda might really be in love with Elphaba and not Fiyero, but I just don't see the same being true for Elphaba; her love for Fiyero and the trauma of losing him are too essential to her arc. Yet the fans insist that Fiyero is just comphet for both ladies.

*looks around nervously for the Gelphies* You said it, not me.

Seriously, you took the words out of my mouth. I’ve re-read Wicked countless times during the years, even adapted it into a movie script, so I close read it pretty carefully. Romance-wise, Elphaba’s true love was definitely Fiyero. And no, it wasn’t comp het, either in Elphaba’s character or authorial (also, accusing Gregory Maguire of out-of-character comp het is just hilarious).

Let’s put aside the fact that Elphaba went into a trauma coma when she lost him, gave birth to his son during said coma, went to the Vinkus to ask forgiveness from his wife, lived there, worked tirelessly to find out what happened to Fiyero’s whole-ass family after they were captured by the Wizard’s guards, and ran his family estate for years. Let’s put all of that aside.

Fiyero was the only one in the whole damn book even to come close to matching Elphaba intellectually and philosophically. He even manages to challenge her on some points (and honestly, imo, he did gag her at some points). He even reached a level of empathy for the Animals on his own, witnessing an act of violence. And he risked his own life to protect Elphaba, even following her in her assassination attempt to Madame Morrible. And it was thanks to his influence that Elphaba ultimately refused to hurt others in order to kill Morrible (they literally had a whole conversation about collateral damage, with Elphaba prepared to accept it and Fiyero firmly against it). When he died, it was as if a key part of Elphaba had died as well. It was in that section that she truly became the Witch.

With Glinda, Elphaba would essentially be replicating her dynamic with Nessarose as glorified handmaiden, and this at best. Also, Glinda was never that great an influence on Elphaba in the books to begin with; the whole point of that section was Elphaba’s influence on Glinda. And Glinda did not go with her after their meeting with the Wizard, and Elphaba did not offer.

Even in the musical-verse, Fiyero actively chooses Elphaba and her cause. His support is ultimately why Elphaba chooses him. With Glinda, she would have to live in her world, work with the Wizard, and turn a blind eye over the injustices of Oz. And that is something Elphaba can’t or will not compromise, as she knows it would lead her into certain danger.

[jadewritesficshere]

Eddie x fem!reader (reader wears lingerie, no other descriptions of reader given except mentioning hitting that spot just right)

Contents: lingerie, both are a lil pervy tbh, humiliation, crying, praise kink, sub!Eddie, this is literally just horny ramblings

18+ only

It wasn't every day you came back to your house and your best friend had broken in. Maybe, every other week at best.

Usually, Eddie would be high eating your snacks (you were thinking about getting a lock for the cabinets). Or he would be watching whatever show you recorded and tease you about spoiling it (you threatened to use the VHS to beat him over the head and strangle him with the VHS ribbon if he did).

But, you had no clue Eddie was even in your house today. His van wasn't parked in your driveway when you came home. His shoes weren't in a haphazard pile at the front door. You had 0 clue he was there.

Not until you heard a thump coming from your bedroom. Which, your first thought went to the knickknacks you had that someone could be stealing (they wouldn't cause to a normal person it was junk but to you they were memories).

You grabbed a knife from the kitchen (you weren't gonna die without a fight, besides you learned a thing or two from the horror movies Eddie made you watch). You quietly pushed your bedroom door open and-

Shit.

Eddie was standing in your room in front of your mirror. Miles of pale skin just on display, scattered with contrasting dark tattoos he had. Nothing on, save for your lilac lingerie.

The palest purple lace bra, you can see from the back isn't even clipped correctly, missing the hook entirely. But the color is striking on Eddie. The lace thong cuts high on Eddie's ass, and you try not to gawk at the little black heart tattooed on his cheek. Eddie's scars seem softer amongst the lace.

How often did Eddie do this? Come over and put on your lingerie? Stand in front of the mirror and rub his fingers over his one hardened nipple. You couldn't see from where you were, but you knew his cock was hard. He'd be leaking all over your underwear, marking them.

Eddie lets out a little moan and it ignites a fire in your gut. You lick you lips as you watch Eddie, which maybe makes you a pervert but really it is your house and he is wearing your clothes so if anyone is-

Fuck why is it so hot?

"So-" you clear your throat. Eddie let's out a screech (that you are pretty sure ruined your eardrums) as he whirls around. He tries to cover himself with his arms, curls in on himself. And Holy cow he is hard.

He is big, so big, the tip just peeking out of the waistband of the panties. You can see the pearly translucent precum already dripping onto the underwear.

"I- fuck, I'm aha listen I can exp- i can explain!" Eddie fumbles over his words. You blink a few times tearing your eyes away from his massive dick (oh it would feel so good it would hit every spot just right).

Eddie's face is red, tears welling up in his eyes. "Oh Baby, no," you rush over, pausing when Eddie flinches. You gently put a hand out on Eddie's shoulder, drawing him into a hug, " It's- it's okay. Please don't cry." "Don't hate me." You gasp in shock, pulling back to look in his eyes," I could never!"

Eddie's eyes are wet, filled with unshed tears. His nose is turning a bit red, from embarrassment, shame, or sadness you can't tell. But his cheeks are such a pretty pink you think it'd look nice elsewhere on his pale skin.

Eddie hides his face with his hair, shuffling his feet a bit. "So..." you pause unsure how to ask it politely so you just go for it," I can see this is a kink thing...but like, what kind?"

Eddie shrugs," Wanted to feel pretty..." You frown," You are pretty Eddie." Eddie shakes his head and gestures to his abdomen," Not with these."

Eddie really should not be drawing your eyes any further south then his face. Cause your pulse kicks up and the fire inside you lights back up your spine. You can't help but notice his dick is still hard as a rock.

"You are too pretty." "Not really." "Yes!" Not-" You shove Eddie lightly, causing him to stumble back and fall onto the bed. Eddie's eyes widen in shock as he peers up at you.

"Don't talk about my best friend that way! You are too pretty. And handsome. Funny. So talented," You sigh and step forward, into Eddie's parted legs. Eddie leans up on his elbows and blinks rapidly at you. "You're so fucking pretty Baby." You murmur, hand reaching out lightly touching his thigh.

Eddie let's out a whine before looking startled at himself. You can't help but notice his dick twitch under the pale purple lace. "You like being called pretty?" You smirk. "Like when you call me Baby," Eddie replies softly.

You aren't sure who moves first, but suddenly your arms are wrapped around each other. Your lips meet Eddie's without hesitation. His are slightly chapped but still soft, molding perfectly against your own.

You run your hand down Eddie's neck, to the pale bra strap and snap it. He gasps and you take the chance, slipping your tongue into his mouth. He tastes of weed, mint gum, and just Eddie.

Eddie moans against you, hips bucking forward seeking friction. You pull back, gasping for air. Eddie let's out a whine," No, come back-" "I ain't going anywhere Baby."

Eddie's eyes flutter shut as he bites his lip. He hums as you kiss his jaw, lightly nipping at his pulse point. He shivers against you, hips bucking forward again. You suck lightly as you decide to give him some relief.

Your hand snakes down, grasping him firmly. You lightly squeeze through the lace, giving just enough friction as you move your hand.

"Look so good in my lingerie Baby, you should wear it more often." You murmur between kisses. Eddie nods absently, gasping and moaning beneath you. "Got a red pair that has some nice straps, you'd look so metal and so so pretty."

Eddie freezes, mouth falling open. His brow wrinkles slightly as he moans, pleasure overtaking him. His hips spasm, even his thighs twitch, as he comes. You can feel your underwear get soaked along with part of his stomach.

You stroke him through it, extending his pleasure until he whimpers and pushes at your hand. You pull back, smiling softly at his face. Eddie's eyes flutter open, darting down to your lips. "Kiss?" He asks quietly, unsure. You simply smile and kiss him again.