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Your Love, Like Birth and Death

cw. jjk faerie au, banshee!reader (she/her pronouns, afab), seelie prince!gojou, mutual pining but gojou's love is heavier, descriptions of blood and injuries

pairing. gojou x reader

notes. i should be working on the unseelie lord toji fic but this concept is still wracking my brain so y'all are getting this right now instead. lovesick faerie prince gojou for you, you and you! (also, spot the furuba and mirai nikki references lol.)

This Court is dyed in the colors of Life, you note this particular morning.

Of course, this is something you’ve noted every morning since you’d been brought to this palace nearly a month ago. Yet you aren’t tired of noting it.

The Court you have found yourself in is beautiful. From the ledge you lean against, it almost feels like you can see everything in Faerie.

You see the royal gardens, a mass of long grasses and moss dotted by colorful wild blooms. Overgrown and yet each flower seems right where it is supposed to be.

Beyond the walls of the castle, you see stretches and stretches of blue spruces and just beyond that a lake that almost seems purple. If this were a palace in Unseelie territory, you might have thought a kelpie lived in it.

Across the courtyard, souls living and deceased move as if in a dance. The living with their duties for the day, unaware of their ghoulish companions drifting about. Some have the ever permanent dribble of poisoned wines falling from their lips, others' have blood seeping into their clothes from their torsos and others are missing limbs although they find no difficult in moving.

The sight of death faeries is one that gruesome. A mixture of life and death, the path you folk walk on until you return to nothing.

Neat yet unkempt, wild yet tame, expected yet unexpected ー that is the beauty of Faerie you’ve grown accustomed to in the centuries since your creation.

A beauty you rarely have the opportunity to appreciate when you often find yourself in the realm of humans, heralding death.

You wonder how much time has passed there since you’ve come to the Court of Reckoning. All while the skies have lost the traces of violet, peach and marigold that painted the dawn skies and have begun settling into a lovely shade of pastel blue.

“I see I’ve finally found you,” when you look over your shoulder, it’s one of the prince’s advisors that greets you. The one with the long raven-black hair and brown eyes that remind you of humus-rich soil. You see the makings of a black tail with a tuft of fur peeking from his cloak and believe him to be some sort of phouka. “I almost thought for a moment our honored guest had disappeared,” his voice is light and airy, but he seems relieved to an extent. “I’m glad my concerns were proven untrue. Satoru would be quite unmanageable if that were the case.”

You shake your head, smiling politely, “I enjoy watching dawn turn into morning.” You look at the large bouquet in the phouka’s hands ー an assortment of lavender roses, baby’s breath and ferns.

“Our prince is too busy to deliver these himself this morning,” Suguru explains once they’ve caught your eye. You make sure to not let your fingers brush against one another when you reach for the blooms carefully. “Love at first sight, purity and fascination it is supposed to symbolize,” the advisor recounts the meaning of each bloom dutifully. He’s exasperated, you can tell. “Do you like them?”

“Yes, they’re quite lovely,” you believe so truly. Everyday since your arrival to the palace, the prince has had bouquet after bouquet gifted to you. Even if he cannot deliver them himself. “As were the rest I’ve received.”

“I’ve never seen Satoru so smitten,” you avoid the phouka’s gaze. “You should have met him when we were younger. He was adamant that he’d never be besotted with anyone lest he become a fool.” There’s a light pause as Suguru recalls the evening Satoru brought you to this palace. You who are cloaked in death and all of her colors. “Look at him now. He’s certainly caused a stir in his insistence you’ll be his queen. He’s a charming fool, though, I am sure.”

You prefer to think of the prince as a ridiculous fool but you cannot deny that he is charming. Dangerously so. If you hadn’t known better, you would have thought him to be a gancanagh, a love-talker.

“Please marry me,” came the soft request as sky blue eyes stared into your very being. “And I’ll love you more faithfully than any man, fae or otherwise.”

You try not to remember the way your chest clenched in surprise. How you were so surprised it almost felt like your skin had warmed. It’s best not to focus on that memory at all.

It’s a ridiculous notion, a seelie prince in love with a banshee.

“The prince is simply confusing gratitude with love,” you return Suguru’s gaze with a polite smile. You hope he believes you. “He’ll realize that soon and I will leave this place.” You know that will bring palace staff a great sense of peace. If there is one thing you’ve learned in your long life as a banshee it is that even if the Folk spurn mortals and their blink-of-an-eye lifespans, there are many things faeries and humans have in common.

A fear of death is certainly one of them.

As such, to the vast majority of faeriekind, Death Folk like yourself are not looked upon favorably. Banshee and dullahans alike, you’re more like pests in their eyes.

You banshee women who scream and keen if death is near.

The dullahans who hear those screams and arrive when that final hour has approached.

Yes, you know how death fae are viewed. You’ve heard the whispers in the palace, how you are an omen of malevolence to come. That your kind are like roaches. Should one appear, others will soon follow suit.

This is why you’ve come to appreciate this private ledge on the castle walls that receives less foot traffic than the rest. You’d rather the staff of the palace have peace of mind in your absence while you live in the palace even if their prince insists you can venture the halls as much as you’d like.

Once the promised revel he hopes to throw in your honor comes to pass, you know the prince will lose his interest in you. Then you will leave and continue about your existence until you fade into nothing but a vague memory in his subconscious.

That's what you truly hope when you see the prince in question later on in the day for lunch in the garden.

How his eyes light up and he stands to his feet as Cypress, a lovely pixie tasked with being your attendant, announces your arrival. How he doesn't even wait for you to reach the table before he comes to meet you. You are unused to being treated like royalty and yet their prince insists that you are. "You won't believe how the old hags go on and on," he sighs, remnants of annoyance dancing in his tone but his voice is soft with you. Cypress takes the dismissal in stride. "I couldn't even come see you for breakfast. Did you like the flowers?"

He wraps your hands in his own large palms, seemingly unaffected by your corpse-cold skin, as he has done every time you've met since your arrival. "Yes, they were beautiful," your smile is small and doesn't quite reach your eyes. You hope this ridiculous yet charming fool realizes that loving one such as yourself is more trouble than good. That his love truly is just misplaced gratitude. "You really don't have to send me flowers every morning."

The prince disregards your words the way water rolls off the back of a duck, "next time I'll bring you the flowers myself." He guides you to the table filled to the brim with food you aren't accustomed to eating. "Will you tell me your favorites finally? I've been going out on a limb with my guesses."

"My tastes in flowers are unique, to say the least," maybe it's your nature, but your favorites tend to circle around the prevailing theme of your kind. Lavender to give the dead peace in passing on, calendula for blessing and love. Dandelions in the seed head stage were quite popular with ghost children, still finding them just as amusing as they did when they were alive. "The flowers you send me are more than enough." The prince pouts but he decides to let you skirt around his request once more. You bring focus back to the spread, "it looks like you've demanded everything in the kitchen."

There are strawberry-and-whipped cream filled pastries, cold cut platters and buttery biscuits to name a few things. The tip of the iceberg of everything on the table.

"I wanted to make sure our bases were covered," the prince grins, teeth as white as his hair. "I hope you like lavender chamomile, that's today's tea. I've never had it before." He drops cube after cube of sugar into his cup, drizzles the contents with honey before finally pouring in a splash of cream.

You take your tea plain and enjoy the gentle fragrance. Lavender buds are just barely visible below the tea's surface. You close your eyes as the flavor hits your tongue. It tastes as wonderful as it smells. "Yes, this is quite nice. I really like it."

"Should we have it for tomorrow as well?" He's too eager to curry your favor.

You open your eyes to dissuade him but your attention is instead drawn to a headless hob nearing your table. You've seen this hob before, skirting about the palace bitterly as he carries his head in his hands much like a dullahan. He's old, even by fae standards, with a long beard. There's no question as to how the man died, beheading. You hope it was quick.

His beady eyes glare at you with a quiet rage similar to how most fae spirits do. You wonder how long he has been like this, refusing to board the carriage of any dullahan that may come to collect him and bring him to the Otherworld.

You personally believe that faeries leave behind ghosts more than humans do.

It's why you've often seen ghosts from a distance at revels, dancing from dawn til dusk even if they will not be perceived by the living. Even if they can no longer don the fancy dresswear they were able to dress in.

Time and time again, they will do this. Staunchly refusing death even after they're already in its hold.

"Oh, is there a ghost with us?" The prince notes how your eyes dart between him and the space he perceives as empty. "What's it saying?"

"Tell this lout that I sooner hope his rule is contemptuous and brings the Court to ruin!" The hob's head seethes. "That his many days are fraught with danger! Gakuganji is my name and this is the curse I cast upon him!"

Folk can't lie, but you you prefer not to relay the bitter message. "He hopes your rule is one that is," you lick your lips and raise your cup to your lips. "Filled with exciting thrills," not an exact lie. Perhaps to this radical prince, those sorts of threats are exciting. "He says his name is Gakuganji."

"Exciting thrills, you say?" The prince barks in amusement, shoulders shaking with his laughter. "That doesn't sound like the traitorous scoundrel I know. You don't have to lie, he's probably cursing me and my bloodline for generations to come as we speak." The hob growls at the lackadaisical nonchalance of the elf. But it seems he has had his fill as he stomps off before he can hear more insult to his person.

"Gakuganji has lost his touch even in death," the prince's amused chuckles turn into light sighs "You wouldn't have liked him very much when he was alive," you're sure you can agree with that much of the prince's words. Gakuganji, as you now know him, has been one of the more unpleasant spirits in the palace. "He was very stuck in his ways. What's it like, seeing ghosts all the time?"

Normal?

You can't quite remember what it was like when you were a newly-made banshee and everything was new. Nor can you remember the life you once led as a human. You simply remember your death was a terrible, terrible thing. "It's as normal to me as it's normal for you not to see them," you set your cup down. "If someone asked you what's it like to see the blue sky everyday, it would be a strange question, correct?"

The prince takes in your words thoughtfully, not slighted in the least. "I guess that's true," he nods to himself. "I just wondered if it was something that took some getting used to." The prince removes his darkened spectacles from the bridge of his nose. "I told you before I have pretty good eyes. I'm able to perceive a lot of things no one else can from mana to the shape of one's soul. But the spirits of the deceased are exceptions to my eyes, it seems."

"Your Highness," you begin.

"Satoru," the prince corrects you swiftly.

"Your Highness," you insist. This boundary you won't cross for yourself. "I'm not sure it's really wise for you to tell me about your eyes. I'm not a member of this family or your closest allies."

"But you will be," he tells you as if he's simply remarking on how pleasant the weather is. "I will become king of this Court and you'll be by my side as my queen." You're quite sure that if his mother, the High Queen, has anything to say about it, she'd sooner relinquish her throne to a random nixie than allow a banshee to wed her son. "I trust you as much as I trust Suguru or Nanami."

You wish he wouldn't.

A Seelie prince and his banshee queen? That sounds like the start to a ballad meant to insult him.

It's misplaced gratitude, not love. That's what this prince feels for you. You tell him as such once again as you have everyday since you were brought here. "You'll realize that soon, maybe even before the revel you plan for me," you whisper ー no, you pray. "There will be another you yearn for and you'll realize the difference."

The prince will fall deeply, truly, unapologetically in love with someone and he'll discover the truth.

Perhaps it will be a lake maiden of Spring whose dreadlocks drip with water droplets that fall onto dewy cinnamon-brown skin. Who sings of the beautiful red and pink of the roses and of love.

Or maybe it will be a selkie man who doesn't mind living far from the sea as he's brought a love as deep as the ocean along with him. Whose coat is donned in scars and scratches from battles past, a reflection of his form as a seal.

Or maybe he can grow enraptured with his phouka advisor whom he trusts more than anyone in this life.

Someone dyed in Life's colors.

Someone beautiful.

When that time comes, you'll be happy for him. Maybe then the ache that resonates through your heart and bones will end.

The prince isn't the only fool here, you admit reluctantly. You're just as much, if not more so. But this feeling will come to pass, "this is just gratitude. Fascination. Not love."

"You think I don't love you?" The prince asks quietly, resting his chin on his palm as he looks at you. He says he has good eyes, he wonder what you look like to him through them. You who once was dyed in Life's colors but have since become painted over by Death's brush.

Death folk with death folk.

Life folk with life folk.

"I know you don't," he can't. You can't allow either of yourselves to do so. "A banshee by your side as queen," you want it sound ridiculous to both of your ears. "It's absurd."

There are no rules that state your union is forbidden, this you know. But the laws of nature are simple. Life and Death co-exist separately, unable to exist without one another. But there has never been a tale where the two joined together as one.

Maybe you're just too scared to be the first.

"I want the woman that I love by my side as queen," the prince replies smoothly. "Your species is of little importance to me. All that matters is that my love is returned in full. Please, allow me to be yours," he reaches for your hand once more, stepping out of his chair in favor of sitting on bended knee. "More than anyone has or ever will, I love you. This is an unwavering truth."

The blood of the love-talker must run through his veins. Why else do you feel like this? Your desire for this prince will eat away at you until you become undone and return to nothing. "You're a prince. It's the duty of the royal family to provide heirs," even the smallest sprite knows this to be fact. "Are you asking me to stay with you and have them?"

"Please have my children," azure stares seriously into your pale eyes that were once [color] when you were human.

Your skin feels warm at his unabashed request.

Gojou Satoru has no shame, that you have become sure of in the near month of knowing one another.

He had no shame when he asked you to be his bride when you first met.

There was no shame to be found when he insisted that you stay in the palace as an honored guest he owes his life to.

Nor is there any shame to be found in him now when he cups your cheek in his furnace hot hands to guide your lips down to his, long white lashes fluttering shut.

I shouldn't, your mind screeches at you. I shouldn't allow us to get even one millimeter closer. Yet you make no move to do so as your lips are just barely touching whenー

"Your Highness, your mother is requesting you," Nanami's mild-mannered drawl saves you at the last minute.

You jerk back into your chair in relief, heart pounding. You aren't able to make eye contact with anyone, least of all the overworked horned elf-kobold hybrid brought to receive the Gojou heir.

The prince clicks his tongue in annoyance, glaring over his shoulder at the advisor, "she can't wait? We haven't even begun eating yet."

Nanami looks just as annoyed to be there, "the faster you heed her call, the quicker you can go back to fawning after the object of your desires." He tells his prince. "And the faster I can get back to resting."

The prince with snow-white hair clicks his tongue once more, but he doesn't argue against it. He turns to you regretfully, "I'll have to leave again. Perhaps we'll have more time together at dinner," you hope the wait for dinner is longer still. You know the prince hopes the time passes as quickly as he can blink.

Warm lips press against the back of your hand, lingering for five seconds longer than they should.

The bones of your hands ache.

Extra:

Title comes from a Nizar Qabbani poem: [Your love / Oh you with fathomless eyes / Is extreme /mystic / holy / Your love, like birth and death / is impossible to repeat]

My favorite bit in this is having the reader refused to call Gojou by name even in the narrative dialogue, in a futile attempt to keep distance between you both. I hope you guys found that riveting as well

Part 2? Should there be one? Perhaps there should be... y'all let me know

#look she's writing #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk faerie au #gojou x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojou satoru x reader #faeries #gojo satoru x you #gojou satoru x you #fair folk #mythology #i had a lot of fun writing this

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jobean12-blog · 2 years

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Feed the Flame

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Word Count: 2,869

Summary: You like Eddie. He likes you. You’re both shy and sort of oblivious but thankfully Robin and Steve play matchmaker.

Author’s Note: I don’t even know where I got this idea but I’m so in love with it and how fun and ridiculous Steve and Robin are and it was just so fun to write! And then adding the skating was the best because I love it and thank you so much to my sweet loves @borikenlove and @irisofeden for reassuring me that skating would be an Eddie thing! Hope you all enjoy! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my lovely friend @wannabehamlet thank you sweets! 💕

PS The song I chose for the ending is a fave of mine, and although it didn’t come out until 1987, we are gonna pretend that it is 1987 and EVERYHTING IS FINE! 😁😁💕 Listen HERE

Warnings: lots of fun and fluff, flirting, some tension, sweetness, light teasing, good music!

Gif NOT MINE: Credit goes to @rosetico thank you lovely! 🥰

Eddie Munson Masterlist

“You know he’s got the hots for you right?”

At Robin’s matter of fact statement, you look up with a pinched face, the polish brush motionless between your fingers.

“Nuh uh, he doesn’t talk to me enough!” you shoot back. “And I know he talks because he’s always yapping with Dustin and Mike and Lucas! Shit, he even talks to Steve.”

“That’s only because he thinks you’re like an elf Goddess, princess, warrior faery or something��Steve however…is not.”

You stare at your friend, blinking several times before bursting into a fit of giggles. She joins you after throwing your iron maiden cassette at your head.

“Whatever,” she says through her laughter. “Pay better attention when we all go for ice cream this weekend. You’ll see.”

With an obnoxious blow of a raspberry, you echo her “whatever” and go back to painting your nails but as soon as your teeth dig into your bottom lip Robin let’s out an excited screech.

“I knew it! Tell me everything!” she insists.

You look up at her, unable to stop your growing smile.

“He has the most beautiful brown eyes I’ve ever seen!” you gush, giggling and dropping to the bed. “And I love his hair!”

Robin presses a hand to her chest, dropping her head back and squealing louder. “You’ve got it bad girl.”

“You’re gonna actually talk to her Saturday right?” Steve asks as he follows Eddie out of the arcade. “You know more than like ‘hello and what’s up?’”

“Dude. It’s not that easy,” Eddie states before chewing on a piece of his hair. “I can’t just be like ‘hey, I think you’re the most beautiful thing in the world and I want you to be my girl. Let’s play DnD and you can listen to me play guitar and…’”

Steve rolls his eyes. “No. You can’t say that! I mean the guitar stuff is good, chicks love a musician but…”

With an exasperated sigh Steve lays one hand on Eddie’s shoulder, pinching the bridge of his nose with the other.

“Listen Munson. Just…try to say something. Otherwise, you might miss your opportunity and believe me…I know how bad that sucks,” Steve admits.

Eddie’s eyes soften and he nods his head in understanding. “I’ll try. I really like her but I suck at this.”

“Well according to Henderson you’re like the most amazing Dungeon Dude there is,” Steve replies with a theatric wave of his hands. “Can’t you use some of that shit on her?”

“Dungeon Dude?” Eddie scoffs, his eyes wide. “You mean Dungeon Master!”

“Whatever,” Steve grumbles, pushing his flopping hair out of his face. “But apparently you really put on a show so you know…. make it happen!”

“Henderson,” Eddie murmurs. “Love that kid!”

You’re on the line at Scoops Ahoy, staring at the list of flavors when Robin slides up behind you.

“You sure look pretty tonight,” she giggles. “I wonder why???”

“Just for you,” you tell her, winking.

“Well, I really appreciate it and so does someone else,” she teases.

You narrow your eyes and start to turn around toward the table where your friends are sitting.

“Don’t look now!” Robin whisper shouts. “He’s staring again.”

“I don’t believe you!”

And before she can stop you, you spin on your heel and look straight at Eddie, his eyes on you. Your little gasp makes Robin snort and thankfully you have a mind enough to throw him a little wave. His lips part in a smile and he waves back.

“Well, that wasn’t a complete bomb!” Robin says before she groans and adds, “ah shit, here comes Jock Carver.”

You let out an audible groan and set your jaw in hard line, continuing to stare at the ice cream flavors.

“You here all by yourself beautiful?” Jason asks when he walks up next to you.

Robin’s eyes widen and she scoffs. “Obviously not asshole.”

You laugh and give Robin’s hand a squeeze. “No. I’m with my friends,” you answer Jason without glancing his way.

He laughs mockingly and turns his head to glare at your table of friends. “Hanging with the freaks again I see.”

“Mind your business Carver,” you seethe. “No one asked you.”

“But you know I’d show you a better time right?” Jason croons, stepping closer to you.

You back away with a sour look on your face, thankful that the cashier calls for you next to take your order.

“Fucking Carver. He’s such a d bag,” Steve mutters.

“Why is he talking to her?” Eddie asks, his eyes glued to you during the whole interaction with Jason.

“Because he’s been asking her out all year,” Max states with a roll of her eyes. “Duh.”

Eddie swallows hard and his worried eyes turn to Steve.

“She keeps saying no,” Steve informs Eddie, giving him a knowing look.

When Eddie’s eyes swing back to you, you’re about to pay for your ice cream. Robin walks back to the table and sits next to Steve, pushing everyone around the booth until there’s no room left.

“Hey, you guys didn’t leave me a seat, shove over!” you say when you arrive with your cone.

Robin tries to move but Steve stays glued to the seat.

“We can’t,” Steve says, shrugging his shoulders, “no room.”

Robin elbows Steve and pushes him again. Steve just smiles wider at you.

“What the hell Harrington, make room,” Robin grumbles under her breath.

“Will you quit it,” Steve grumbles back. “I’ve got this.”

Before Robin can give him a sassy reply, Steve blurts out. “Just sit with Eddie.”

“There’s no room,” you state with a deadpan look before smiling sweetly at Eddie. “What do you want me to do? Sit in his lap?”

Robin eyes light up in understanding and she knocks her knee into Steve’s under the table, the action making Steve wince.

“YES!” Robin exclaims. “That’s exactly what you have to do. Right Eddie?”

Dustin, Lucas, Max and Mike are lost in their own argument over the best flavor of ice cream at Scoops Ahoy and are oblivious to the mayhem happening at the front of the table.

You shoot Robin a death glare that only hardens when you move to Steve’s agreeable face, his eyebrows nearly meeting his extremely high hairline.

You take a deep breath and turn to Eddie to apologize but when you do he spreads his legs and pats his thigh.

“It’s all yours,” Eddie says, clearing his throat.

Before giving yourself time to have a freak out you sit, your body tingling the moment his arm rests gently around your waist.

“Are you comfortable?” he asks.

“Very,” you answer, trying to keep your voice steady.

Deciding the best thing to do is to eat your rapidly melting ice cream you take a lick and try to look anywhere but at Steve and Robin’s overly excited faces.

“That’s my favorite flavor too,” Eddie says. “It’s the best one.”

Your reply is interrupted by Dustin, still oblivious, when he shouts, “NO WAY EDDIE!”

Max’s squints at you and Eddie, clearly assessing. “Why are you in his lap?”

“NO ROOM!” Robin interjects loudly. “And no way what Henderson! No one likes cherry flavor!”

Max looks less than convinced with a roll of her eyes but doesn’t say more while Dustin shoots back at Robin, “YES THEY DO, right Lucas.”

Lucas just shakes his head, his lip curled up in disgust. “NO. Oreo Cookies and Cream is the best.”

Dustin’s head falls back against the cushioned seat and he covers his eyes. “Can’t go anywhere with you people.”

“Want some?” you ask Eddie, turning slightly so you can see him better.

Eddie wraps his hand around your hand that’s around the cone and pulls the vanilla ice cream to his lips, taking a lick while he keeps his eyes on you.

“Thanks,” he whispers, “definitely the best flavor.”

Dustin scoffs and stares at Eddie in betrayed disbelief while Robin and Steve can barely contain their delight.

“What the hell is wrong with you two?” Mike asks, looking pointedly at Steve and Robin.

“Nothing. Why would anything be wrong. Can’t we enjoy our ice cream with friends,” Robin says quickly and slightly panicked.

“Don’t worry about what’s going on with the adults,” Steve says, his no nonsense look directed at all four kids.

The four kids roll their eyes in unison before Dustin shouts, “hey you guys wanna go to the roller rink tonight?”

“You can’t skate Dustin!” Lucas points out with a smirk.

“Well, I’ll never get better if I don’t practice!” Dustin replies, lifting his brows.

“I love roller skating!” you add, turning to Eddie. “Are you in?”

“You betcha,” he answers.

Eddie offers to drive you to the rink.

“I wanna go with you guys too,” Dustin chimes in.

“Nope Henderson. You’re coming with me,” Steve states, pointing to his car.

“I’ll go with them,” Mike says, walking toward you and Eddie.

“No, you won’t,” Robin says, redirecting Mike toward Steve’s car. “You’re coming with us too.”

“There’s NO ROOM!” Lucas shouts. “Why can’t someone go with them?”

“Just get in the car you nerds,” Max grumbles. “You’re so clueless.”

Lucas, Mike and Dustin all exchange confused looks before huffing and getting in the car. Max glares at Steve and Robin, then at you and Eddie.

“You jerks owe me one,” she grits out before smooshing into the backseat and slamming the door.

You and Eddie exchange a wide-eyed look before he opens the door to the van to let you in and you both miss the silent high five between Robin and Steve.

“How about some Iron Maiden?” Eddie asks you when he starts to drive.

“Sounds great,” you answer, going through his cassettes.

“On no! Wait,” you exclaim. “Put this on.”

You hand him ‘Defenders of the Faith’ by Judas Priest.

“I love this album,” Eddie cheers as he pops it into the cassette player.

Both you and Eddie are still singing when you get out of the car and head into the rink.

“When is he gonna kiss her?” Robin whispers to Steve as they watch you and Eddie walk in.

“At least they’re talking,” Steve says with a nose scrunch.

“Less talking. More kissing,” Robin huffs. “We have to do more.”

“Woah, woah,” Steve says, holding his hands up in front of Robin. “Let’s at least see how they do skating, huh?”

“You’re such a butthead Harrington,” Robin says before walking off to the lockers.

“It’s been a while since I’ve skated,” Eddie admits as he ties his roller skates. “I hope I don’t suck.”

“That’s ok. I’m probably going to suck too,” you giggle.

Dustin shakily skates by and waves, his grin wide as he gives you an enthusiastic thumbs up.

“I can’t wait to see this,” Eddie smiles, shooting Dustin two thumbs up back.

“Me either,” you laugh.

When you stand you’re a little wobbly but make it to the door of the rink without too much trouble.

“So far so good,” Eddie says from behind you.

You step onto the smooth rink, the disco lights dancing off the shiny floor in multiple colors and the music thumping loudly in your ears.

‘Another One Bites the Dust’ by Queen starts to play and you give Eddie a mischievous smile.

“Not foreboding at all!”

Just as you finish saying the words you lose your balance and careen backward straight into Eddie’s arms.

“I gotcha sweetheart,” he whispers, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

“Thanks,” you breathe out, exhaling when you’re back upright.

His arm slides from around your waist to your hand and his fingers close tightly around it.

“This way if one of us starts to go down we can go together,” he winks.

“More cushioning,” you answer with a smile.

“You can’t stand here and hang on to the wall the whole time and stare at them! It’s creepy Robin!” Steve hisses. “SKATE!”

“I can’t skate HARRINGTON!” Robin answers back.

Steve rolls his eyes and pushes off the wall, keeping his balance and skating around to check on the kids. Robin catches you and Eddie coming around the rink, your hands entwined and your faces bright with smiles.

Robin waits for you two to pass, oblivious to her presence as she pushes off right behind you, immediately flailing her arms wildly to keep balance. Just before she falls forward she grabs the back of your shirt, tugging hard and making you stumble.

Naturally so does Eddie and in a tangle of arms and legs you all go down.

Eddie breaks most of your fall and you find yourself face to face with him and half lying on top of him while Robin is smiling brightly from beside you and waving.

“Sorry guys! Lost my balance,” Robin says cheerily.

Steve skates over and stops, hands on his hips. “You ok?” he asks, his tone slightly irritated.

“Yup! Great!” Robin chimes, grabbing Steve’s leg until he helps her up. “Let’s go,” she says, pulling him away.

“You sure you’re ok?” Eddie asks you, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist.

“You smell good,” you blurt out, brushing a curl from his face. “And uh, yea…totally fine,” you finish, dropping your head to hide in his chest.

You finally lift your face and look at him, your smile sheepish.

“Thanks,” he starts, his cheeks pink. “So do you.”

He helps you up and keeps a hold of your hand.

“DAMNIT WHY DIDN’T THAT WORK!” Robin complains, shoving Steve in the shoulder.

“Will you calm down! They’re not gonna make out of the floor of the rink!” Steve exclaims, his face pinched with thought. “Wait! I have an idea!”

He waggles his brows before skating off the rink and over to the DJ booth. Robin watches him flirt his way through whatever plan he has and when he returns he’s wearing a triumphant grin.

“Do I wanna know?” Robin asks.

“Just wait for it,” Steve answers.

You and Eddie make your way past Dustin, who is still clinging to the wall but all smiles and you wave to Lucas, Mike and Max when you see them skate by, Max’s eyes sparkling when she zeroes in on your grasped hands.

When you reach the far end of the rink the lights suddenly go down low and the sounds of ‘Double Dutch Bus’ by Frankie Smith fade, leading straight into ‘The Flame’ by Cheap Trick.

“Oh, I love this song!!!” you squeal, squeezing Eddie’s hand.

“There’s some good guitar action in this one,” Eddie adds.

“And that’s our cue to get off the rink,” Robin says, tugging at Steve’s sweatshirt.

“EXACTLY!” Steve answers, looking way too proud of himself. “Couples skate!”

Robin’s mouth falls open and she claps happily. “I have to give it to you Harrington. Well played.”

“Come on let’s go make sure the little buttheads don’t interfere,” Robin continues, gesturing toward Dustin, Lucas, Mike and Max.

“Good idea,” Steve says, “but I have a feeling Max won’t let them.”

"Can you play this on guitar?” you ask Eddie.

“I haven’t tried but I will if you want,” he says sweetly. “Can’t be too hard.”

“Really Eddie!?”

“Of course,” he assures you as he starts to slow down and pull you toward the wall.

The change in speed makes your feet start to slide out from under you and Eddie’s arms shoot out to steady you when your body meets the wall.

You turn to face him and he rolls into you, placing his arms along the railing on either side of you.

“Why did you stop?” you squeak out as he inches closer.

“Just taking a break,” he whispers and you watch as his gaze drops to your lips, his warm breath fanning your cheek.

He bends down, lips lightly brushing the soft skin of your cheek.

“If you want me to stop, tell me now.”

You say nothing, his delicate touch making your entire body tremble and you grab hold of the front of his denim vest. His lips barely graze yours, so soft that your breath hitches in a quiet gasp.

“Or now?” he asks.

Your eyes flutter closed but you make no sound at all and then his lips are on yours.

He gathers you closer, the feel of his body pressed tight to yours making your lips part and he deepens the kiss. The sounds of Cheap Trick grow fainter and even on your skates you feel as if you’re floating, your senses completely overwhelmed by him.

His hand slips under your shirt, warm against your skin and his rings brush along your waist until his fingertips smooth down your spine, pulling you closer and leaving no space between your bodies.

You finally pull away, not for want but rather to take a breath.

“Wow,” he whispers against your lips, his nose gently bumping yours.

His long, dark lashes kiss his cheeks as his eyes fall to your lips again.

“Definitely wow,” you repeat, sliding your hands up his arms and into his hair.

His curls brush your cheek before he dips his head, capturing your lips once more and as you drift away again you’re sure you hear Robin and Steve cheering in celebration.

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u guys wanna see more WIPs... similar to the last post, here are Some WIPs

all of these were started in sai before going on to procreate. before going back to sai again in the case of the strength card

so Blue Sky/Out Of Time... yeah it’s extremely self-explanatory, it’s very obvious what this scene depicts and i’m sure everyone gets it (this is a joke i’ve had multiple people dm me asking wtf this even is). the one element that absolutely NEEDED to be there was the LED digital clock with a bullshit time on it, and i decided to replace it with an AIRE warning sign instead and put the LED readouts in the bg. the warning sign in this setting serves the purpose of informing ppl when there are hostile faeries around. i knew what the colours would be from the beginning, but it took a bit for me to realise what sort of shading style i wanted (it took forever). but i did know i wanted to contrast the very sketchy black void against the cleaner and almost cartoony/comic book style rest of the drawing, to emphasise the fact that the foreground sky and background void are made of two very different things. again i used a colour shifting brush to quickly make all the shards of sky different colours, but originally i planned to have some of the shards be dark or night time (with stars or the moon etc). unfortunately it didn’t work, it was too dark and pascal got lost against it.

My Eyes Are Up Here is pretty obviously the exact same scene with the same character, in the same field, but with a different sort of atmosphere. i sketched this in sai then did the final in procreate. originally it was going to have a black background

i really like this version tbh but the blue works better. i think he looks good against dark backgrounds where it’s kind of hard to see wtf is even happening there

so about the neon signs..... i’m well aware that the sketch has way more promise than what the final ultimately was, and that’s because i found that i didn’t have the technical or artistic ability to pull off the complex neon signs like i wanted to. i couldn’t get it looking good enough so i had to scrap them. but these signs will be back, i want to draw them properly and do them justice. the gif was unplanned too but i thought it would be fun to have the flicker be very intermittent so that if you scrolled past it you might not even realise, or you’d have to stick with it just to catch it looping. i used GIMP to make the gif and change the frame rate, and this actually took a very long time because i had to preview it over and over. anyway if you WERE to get lost in the púca’s field, in this story, you would see neon signs like this encouraging you to follow them.

Strength is actually the last drawing i ever made that ended with a paint-over in sai, and the oldest drawing here. as such i actually don’t think it’s representative of my current ability but i do have a soft spot for it for sentimental reasons lol. the reason for the paint-over in sai was because i drew this at a time when i still did not trust procreate to be able to place the level of finish on it that i wanted

the background took me a thousand years to figure out. literally it was so annoying that i considered scrapping it for something simpler. but the idea was for it to be a kind of fairytale-ish lost in the woods sort of look while also appearing like the blood vessels around the human heart. the branches were also supposed to be heart-shaped in cross-section but i spent so long zoomed in painting them that i forgot to zoom out to see if all those fine details were actually visible, and it turned out they weren’t. i was disappointed that i couldn’t get félix’s tattoos to look right but that’s what i get for making a character with shit tons of both tattoos and body hair. i also got rid of the foreground branches really soon because they weren’t adding anything and muddied up the readability of his pose

the swan is from a daemon au and bears no relation to my other swan characters. i just like swans a lot

#this again!

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