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Latest Posts by k-marzolf - Page 7
Monsters in the Dark #7
Religious guilt and abuse, cutting (past), mentions of canon typical violence, sexism, kissing, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, possessive behavior, idolatry, protective!Billy, fem!reader.
@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack
You woke up startled, wrapped in his silk sheets, finding Billy laying next to you on the bed, playing with your hair. His eyes were like pits as he watched you quietly. He was almost too quiet, deadly calm.
You waited for him to speak, his nose brushed your cheek, his breath tickling your neck. You sighed, eyes fluttering.
“I maimed a man last night. I cut his fingers off.” Billy said matter of fact, like he was discussing the weather. “He threatened you.” He said, almost seething at the memory.
Despite the admission of violence, you felt warmth bloom in your chest. He often reminded you of your mother, who had killed your father and died to protect you. She was a hard woman like Billy, but like Billy she’d been soft for you.
His nails scraped down your spine, and you whined, scooting closer to him. His lips turned upwards, a dark chuckle leaving his mouth, “Do you like pain, sweet pea?”
You didn’t answer, feeling an ache between your thighs as he pressed harder into your spine. “Asked you a question.” He said, making you look at him.
Pain and pleasure went hand in hand for you, as if the pain absolved you of the sin of pleasure. “Yes.” You whispered, making him hum.
He settled between your legs, your t-shirt riding up your stomach. He noticed silvery scars along your thighs, and shame flooded you, “What are these?” He asked, tracing them.
“I grew up in a strict religious home. Women’s pleasure was taboo and sinful. Pleasure was for men. Every time I touched myself, and got pleasure from it, I’d cut myself for my sin.” You admitted, quietly.
Billy frowned, “If women aren’t supposed to enjoy sex, why did God create you so you can?” He asked, tilting his head.
“I don’t know,” you answered you hadn’t thought about it.
“The Bible was written by old men to control women.” Billy said, eyeing your pussy. You were soaked from the pain he’d given you earlier. You could still feel his nails on your spine, and you ached for him.
He didn’t give you a chance to answer, he dipped his head, mouth latching onto your soaked pussy, making you whine when he let his teeth scrape your clit. His tongue pressed at your entrance and you gasped, fingers sinking into his hair, pulling.
He groaned and it vibrated against you. He took his time, slowly working you up, making you writhe on his bed, begging for him. Your sweet sounds had him aching in his pants. His tongue swiped you roughly, and it only added to your pleasure.
“Billy,” you chanted, staring up at the ceiling as he showered you with the attention you’d craved since being in foster care, neglected and alone.
Your toes curled as he lapped sure and hard, his beard scratched your thighs, and you knew he was the closest to heaven you’d ever be. You came in his waiting mouth, shuddering and moaning.
He pulled back, wiping his mouth, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he looked at you.
x
His breath was ragged against your lips. Your heart ached at the beauty of him. You reached between the both of you, stroking him, thumb teasing the tip of his cock. “You’re so beautiful, Billy.” You said against his mouth, admiring his scarred body, the way his hair fell into his face. His want for you.
He gazed at you, and the sweet idolatry on your face knocked the breath from his lungs. You looked at him like he was God.
x
You were clawing at his back as he slammed into you, over and over again. And you knew you’d be bruised in the morning. You wouldn’t be touching yourself for a week. His mouth latched onto your breast, sucking and biting, making you clench around him. “Shit,” he groaned, pulling from your breast, and looking between you, “you’re so pretty stretched out on my cock.” Billy growled. “You were made to be mine.”
“Oh God.” You panted, feeling a pleasurable tingle down your spine, as you arched, his words making warmth flood your insides.
Here, you weren’t alone.
“God isn’t making you feel this way,” husked Billy, pulling your hair, and making you arch again. He was sweating, and the sounds you made had him close to coming undone.
“You’re the only God in my temple.” You breathed knowing your foster mother would condemn you for those words.
If she saw you now, her southern Baptist heart would fail her.
Your words were Billy’s undoing.
x
Billy watched the city lights from his penthouse window, fingers stroking your spine. You mumbled something in your sleep, and curled closer to him. The man who had threatened you to get to Billy, still making him seethe.
Billy’s grip on you tightened, he didn’t care how many motherfuckers he had to kill and maim. He’d protect you.
Fear of the Dark
A Monsters in the Dark Drabble.
Nightmares, PTSD, kissing, a bit of dacryphilia, mentions of Billy’s bad childhood, fem!reader.
@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack
Billy woke up to sniffling by the door to his bedroom, he paused wondering if he brought someone home and didn't remember, but then he realized you occupied the penthouse now, taking you in for Curtis, you’d had no place to go.
“Mr. Russo?” You asked, voice watery. “Can I sleep with you? Don’t like the dark, don’t like being alone. I’ll be good, I promise.” Your voice shook as you clung to the doorframe.
“C’mon, baby.” Billy said, patting the bed, unable to resist your tearful voice.
It excited him.
You crawled in, curling in a ball, your whole body shaking. He wondered what haunted your nightmares. He pulled you against him, stroking your hair and trying to soothe your tremors, as he hushed you softly, his lips brushing yours.
You shuddered, pressing closer, returning his affection. You were hungry for it.
You reminded him of a small mouse, looking for safety in a deadly panther.
God, it took him back. His fingers moved to your hips, digging into your flesh, and you sighed shakily, clutching his own hips.
“Where’s my mom?” Billy remembered crying to the firemen at the station, his lips had trembled, his chest had heaved. He remembered he couldn’t breathe because of his sobbing.
Why had she left him there? When was she coming back? He wondered if he had been bad.
It was an unfamiliar place, and he just wanted to go home.
“Your ma ain’t comin’ back, son.” The man had told Billy, who had sunk into hopelessness with no comfort in sight.
Billy stroked your hips, thumbs rubbing back and forth. Your crying slowed down, and you clutched his shirt in your hands, lips only trembling off and on now.
Billy was struck with the idea he was needed. He wanted to chase away your demons, to hurt anyone who had hurt you.
Mine, he thought, surprising himself.
Your eyes fluttered, tears clinging to your lashes, cheek pressed to his chest. Your body shuddered one last time before you slept soundly.
His heart ached.
God, attachments were a weakness but the feeling of being needed was addictive, and that was a very dangerous thing.
Billy groaned inwardly, fingers digging into your flesh, nose skimming your hair. He wanted you in his bed more than he should, wanted to spread you out on his sheets and devour you, hear your sweet sighs and moans while he ruined you. To settle between your thighs, and split you open on his cock.
The last thing he remembered was your soft breathing, and your body slotted perfectly against his.
It brought him more comfort than he wanted to admit.
Comfort that hadn’t been in his life since childhood.
listen. l i s t e n. listen. kudos does not equal quality. popularity does not equal quality. i have read some “fandom classics” that i could barely fathom how boring or terrible i - personally - found them, and i have stumbled across some absolute gems that didn’t even break 100 kudos.
what is good doesn’t always get the recognition it deserves. it’s sad, but true. just because you haven’t - or possibly never take - off in fandom doesn’t mean your work isn’t astounding and beautiful, it doesn’t mean you should stop writing; it just means that a very select corner of the internet missed the diamond in the rough.
fanfiction is flooded with content, there are so many of us out there producing it these days, and having a fic that takes off is almost as much about luck as it is about talent. never let a few artificial numbers on the internet dictate to you what is and isn’t worthy writing.
additionally, you don’t have to read or enjoy fics just bcs they’re big. i cannot count the amount of times i’ve read the first paragraph of something fandom adores and immediatly exited out of it.
just… do what makes you happy. write what you wanna write, read what you wanna read. understand that while we all want recognition - and some deserve it more than others - we did not get into fanfiction for that recognition.
recognition is good, but sometimes we get all tangled up chasing it and stop enjoying writing and reading and fandom as a whole along the way. be careful of that, please, or you’ll burn yourself out.
Monsters in the Dark #6
Talks of Billy’s time in the Marines, mentions of war wounds, kissing, angst mixed with fluff, mentions of Billy’s childhood, non sexual nudity, fem!reader.
Words: 325.
@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11
The water was warm, and you were sitting in his lap, tracing his scars on his torso, no doubt from his time in the Marines. "Where'd you get this one?" You asked, fingers tracing his hip.
He watched you through impossibly dark eyes, "AK-47, through and through." He answered, "Got it stuck in a house in Basra with no backup."
You shivered, "It sounds scary." You wondered silently if you could be brave like Billy.
He chuckled darkly, "It was one of the best nights of my life. It was a matter of who was better, them or us. And there's no one better than Frankie." He said, playing with your fleshy hips. He loved your curves, how soft you were, the way you scooted closer, silently begging for more of his attention.
“What about these?” He asked, looking at wounds on your back and chest.
“Daddy didn’t like me. I upset him by runnin’ away to mama for safety all the time. So he took a knife and—well, you can guess what he did. He was violent. It wasn’t the first time.“ you stopped, letting out a shaky breath.
Billy felt anger simmer beneath the surface that the man who was supposed to protect you, had hurt his daughter.
You smiled sweetly, "Do you love Frankie?" You peeked at him under your lashes, changing the subject, and Billy let you.
Billy grinned. "Yeah, I love that motherfucker."
You kissed Billy softly, before saying; "Could you love me?" You asked, looking at him shyly.
Billy watched you through a hooded gaze, "Is that what you want, baby? My love?" He hummed, lips brushing your cheek.
“Yes,” you whispered. You were hungry for it.
“Baby. You don’t know what you’re asking for.” He said, kissing you hard, tongue plundering your mouth. His fingers dug into your cheeks, as his cock brushed your heat, making you whine into his mouth.
He pulled back, “I’m not a soft and gentle man. I’m not a fairytale lover,” he said, fingers still digging into your cheeks, his tone almost self-deprecating.
“Don’t want a fairytale lover. Want your darkness, want your thorns, want all the parts of you that you hate.” You breathed, aching for him.
And you made him ache for you, as he trailed kisses down your jaw, holding you in place.
For a while he wasn’t some orphan no one wanted to claim as their own.
For a while he was yours.
{Sunshine}
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone.
A Drabble set in the Monsters in the Dark universe.
Kissing, soft dark!Billy, soft dark!fluff, possessive behavior, mentions reader having braids, fem!reader.
143 words.
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@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11
Billy tugged on your braids, handing you your iced coffee at the bookstore. “Say thank you, sweet pea. Gimme a kiss.” He husked.
You chewed your lip, before reaching up on your tippy toes, and kissing him softly, wrapping your arms around his neck. He tasted bitter like the black coffee he drank.
“Good girl.” He purred against your mouth.
Oh, you wanted to be his good girl.
“C’mon, baby. I’ll buy you a true crime novel.” He said, slipping his hand into yours, pulling you along, not missing how your eyes lit up.
“Can I have two?” You asked sweetly.
Billy clicked his tongue; “Greedy girl. But you’re cute baby, so I’ll get you two.” He teased you.
You reached up, and kissed his cheek.
He chuckled.
This was why you were his, even if you didn’t know it yet. But you would.
{Monsters in the Dark #5}
Threats, soft dark!Billy, choking, angst, fem!reader.
207 words.
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@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11
“Your girl is soft. Hard to imagine her with a hard ass like you,” said a competitor of Billy’s as he made his way out of Anvil.
“I like her softness, she’s my soft landing after shitty days. Not everyone needs to be assholes like us.” Billy snapped, his fingers playing with his key fob.
The man smiled tauntingly, “Maybe I should get a taste of her.”
Billy whirled on him faster than he could blink, fingers digging into his throat. “You lay one fucking finger on her, and I will burn you.” Billy snarled.
The man gasped for breath, and Billy waited a few seconds for the message to sink in. When he let go, he spluttered, coughing.
“Jesus, Russo. Losin’ your head over a woman.” The guy spat. “You’re just that orphan boy still, looking for love. But all you’re good for is killing.”
Billy looked away. Billy the Beaut Frank had called him. Then you’d come into his life. You’d caught him in your web, and Billy was not sure if he would like to be free.
He’d been hooked on you ever since Curtis introduced you. He was a liar and loaded gun, but for you, he was your tender lover. “Go to hell, Jameson.” Billy snapped, before getting into his Wraith. He drove away, to home.
To you.
{Monsters in the Dark #4}
Kissing, abandonment issues, insecurities, Billy’s mother, fem!reader.
392 words.
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@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11
“What’s wrong with you, man?” Frank asked, watching his best friend turn down yet another beautiful, flirtatious woman.
Billy shrugged, tipping his head back and drinking his beer. If he was honest, he was anxious to get home knowing you were warm in his bed. He jiggled his leg, playing with the paper on the bottle.
“Got a girl, Bill?” Frank asked, amused.
“You know I’m not the settling down type, Frank.” Billy drawled, feeling butterflies in stomach. He’d never been attached to women.
They always wanted him for his wealth and looks, and Billy found them shallow. But you defied every expectation.
He was afraid to tell Frank in case you got tired of him and left. He didn’t want to look like a fool. He took another swig of beer, stomach sick.
This quality over quantity is shit, Billy thought. It was painful and riddled with anxiety.
“Afraid, Bill? It’s that girl you took in for Curt, isn’t it? I’ve seen the way she looks at you. Like you put the stars in the sky. She isn’t your mother.” Frank said, watching Billy carefully.
He was always good at noticing Billy's subtle facial expressions. He knew he’d hit the nail on the head when Billy looked away, tongue swiping his bottom lip.
x
Billy stood in the doorway to his room, watching you sleep. Fuck, you were pretty. You yawned, and stretched. “Billy?” You murmured.
He shed his coat on the chair in the corner of the room. “Hey, baby.” He said, laying over you. You wiggled your hips making him groan. Your soft body fitted perfectly against his.
“Did you miss me?” He asked, kissing the corner of your lips.
You smiled, “Always miss Billy when he’s away.” You told him honestly.
His heart threatened to burn from his chest as he kissed you. Your lips parted for him, sighing softly into his mouth.
Your fingers settled in his hair, smoothing it from his face. “Mine,” you said as he pulled away.
His lips twitched up, “Yeah?” He asked, your claim on him soothing his insecurities, laying his chin on your soft chest.
“Mhm!” You hummed, stroking his forehead.
Billy’s eyes fluttered, hating how hungry for your affection he was. His eyes burned into yours, “All yours,” he said.
He wasn’t lying, either.
No other woman compared to you.
{Monsters in the Dark #3}
PTSD, nightmares, mentions of sexual abuse, kissing, fem!reader.
286 words.
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@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11
Billy felt like a weight was on his chest, he was vaguely aware he was sweating, and mumbling in his sleep. He was all around Billy.
Arthur.
Billy was crushed under waves of helplessness and rage, he thrashed swinging the stickball bat. Pain exploded in his shoulder, and he screamed into the darkness.
He jerked at a gentle touch. Yours. He blinked at you in the dim light. He worked to slow his breathing. He fucking hated feeling vulnerable.
He grabbed you, pulling you against him, lips pressing to yours urgently. You melted against him as Billy fought for control. His fingers dug into your hips, and you sighed pressing closer to him.
Billy pulled back, his dark eyes looking like pits as they stared at you. He looked wild and untamed. You didn’t know what was upsetting your roommate.
“What’s wrong, Billy?” You asked softly as he nuzzled your neck.
“When a grown man tells you that you’re pretty, you know nothing good is comin’.” Billy murmured hoarsely, “I was eleven.”
You felt a deep sadness for that helpless boy. But Billy wasn’t a boy anymore, and he certainly wasn’t helpless.
Your eyes watered, and Billy smiled darkly. “Don’t look at me like that sweet pea. It made me stronger.”
“You were a child. Billy didn’t need to be strong, he needed to be safe.” You said lips trembling.
Billy kissed you hard, fingers pulling on your hair. This was why to Billy you were a cut above everyone else.
He loved your soft heart. It was comforting, even though Billy was hard pressed to admit he needed comforting.
He was never letting you go.
They’d have to take you from his cold, dead hands.
Hot girls sleep with stuffed animals
{Monsters in the Dark #2}
Billy’s mind, explicit language, kissing, roommate au, fem!reader.
324 words.
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@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11
You felt tears build in your eyes as you wasted your last quarter trying to get the stuffed elephant out of the claw machine. You watched with trembling lips as it fell.
It was such a silly thing to cry over, but you had always been sensitive, something your father had bullied you over.
You sighed. It looked like you weren’t getting the elephant.
x
“Oh, baby. What’s wrong?” Billy asked, approaching you from where he’d left you to grab some beer.
He couldn’t help but feel his pants tighten at your teary eyes. He was gripped with a sudden fantasy of taking you against the claw machine.
Your dress straps would slip off your shoulders, as he’d bunch up your skirts around your hips. He imagined you teary eyed, “Billyyy.” You’d beg your lips trembling.
He wouldn’t care that people were watching, he’d only be focused on your warm, wet cunt. He’d kiss you, swallowing your sweet sounds, how the machine would move with his thrusts.
“Billy?” You asked, drawing him back to the present.
He blinked, before clearing his throat. “Yeah?” His cheeks were flushed, and you wondered where he went.
“Want the elephant,” you pointed to the soft stuffy in the claw machine.
He gave you a smile baring his teeth, before pinching your cheeks. “Alright, baby.” He said, putting a coin in the machine. You watched eagerly as he slowly directed the claw over the elephant, before grabbing it.
You squealed when he won it for you, with an ease you’d struggled with. He bent down and grabbed it, holding it behind his back. “Gimme a kiss, sweet pea.”
You pressed a warm kiss to his lips, tongue shyly slipping into his mouth. He smiled into it, before handing you the stuffy. “Thank you, Billy.” You said, hugging the elephant to you.
It made him feral at how sweet you were. How little things affected you. “You’re welcome, baby.”
Monsters in the Dark Masterlist.
It’s a strange juxtaposition between the cold blooded killer, and the sweet girl who sought refuge in him.
And all of my devotion turns violent - boyish by Japanese Breakfast
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And I’d be the immediate forgiveness in Eurydice - talk by Hozier
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Evil is a point of view...God kills, and so shall we; indiscriminately...for no creatures under God are as we are, none so like Him as ourselves. - Lestat, Interview with the Vampire
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I struggled with some demons, they were middle class and tame. I didn’t know I had permission to murder and to maim. - Leonard Cohen, You Want It Darker
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Killing must feel good to God too, He does it all the time. And are we not created in His image? -Hannibal.
Billy comes home to you after killing a man.
Billy wins you a stuffy.
Waiting
Fear of the Dark
Promise
Lavender
Restart
How I’m Imagining You
Billy has a nightmare.
Sunshine
Billy has a night out.
Whiskey and the Devil
Tutus
Shared
Soft
Bloody
Someone threatens you. Billy sets them straight.
You crave Billy’s love.
A beating heart of stone.
You look at Billy like he’s God.
Billy contemplates his effect on your soul.
The Dreadful Need in the Devotee
You wait for Billy to come home.
Birthday
Stronger Without
Into the Darkness
Billy realizes the truth of his feelings.
You see a painting of Christ crucified. It sparks a discussion with Billy.
You ask Billy about his first kill.
Billy craves your love.
Someone gets into the penthouse.
Play
Billy and Frank spar.
Remember Me
Curtis warns Billy.
Bullseye
You defend Billy.
You discuss anecdotes with Billy.
Blue Moon
Billy has another nightmare.
Mulled Wine & Ham.
Billy’s mother dies.
Billy cleans his Ka-bar. You discuss.
You and Billy are caught in the rain.
Billy ends of biker harassing you.
Providence.
Billy comes home from a trip.
Extras;
Playlist.
Moodboard.
{Monsters in the Dark #1}
Evil is a point of view...God kills, and so shall we; indiscriminately...for no creatures under God are as we are, none so like Him as ourselves. - Lestat, Interview with the Vampire.
Canon typical violence, blood, roommate au, soft dark!Billy, fem!reader.
521 words.
A/N: I found all the chapters after scouring a hell of a lot of documents. I think I got them all.
Playlist.
Moodboard.
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@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11
Blood splattered all over his shoes, and clothes, as he stabbed the man; five, ten, fifteen times. It was a strange sickening high he got with each strike. He watched the body drop with a sickening thud that satisfied his treacherous heart. He slowed his breathing down, his heart raced from the adrenaline. When he got into his car, he wiped his face, and his hands, before he drove home.
To you.
x
He threw his clothes in the wash, he didn’t want you to see the blood and get scared, before he got in the shower. He watched the blood wash down the drain with interest, the high from his kill made him feel keyed up. He’d been to a therapist once, he didn’t check all the boxes of a psychopath. Doctors were useless.
He knew he needed to calm down before he approached you. It was at times when he was keyed up, he was rougher around the edges, and he didn't want to scare his sweet roommate away. He turned the water off eventually, his skin red from the hot water, stepped out, and dried off.
He felt excitement in his stomach that came from knowing that you were only steps away.
After he wrapped the towel around his waist, he left the bathroom.
x
You were laying in his bed, wrapped in his silk sheets as usual. You always found your way to his bed due to nightmares. If only you knew who you laid with each night. He leaned over you and kissed your cheek, which made you sigh sweetly. Your eyes fluttered open, and it was a strange juxtaposition of the cold-blooded killer and the sweet girl that sought refuge in him.
"Hey, gorgeous." He hummed, nudging your nose with his, eyes tender, hiding the vicious killer.
His hands stained with blood touched your hip, knowing you craved human contact. He wondered what you'd been through, that made you crave it so much. But he was a beast lurking beneath the surface. There was no amount of blood he wouldn't spill for you. He'd dirty his hands to keep you safe. To hunt anyone who haunted your nightmares. He'd kill any fucker stupid enough to hurt you. And he'd get a thrill from it.
You smiled softly, "Welcome home, Billy." You wiggled closer to him.
Billy smiled, and nuzzled you, his wet hair tickling your cheek. He looked up at you through his lashes, his cheeks pink. His eyes were shining with something dark, as he watched you. It made you shiver. But you couldn’t help but be drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
"Did you have another nightmare, sweet pea?" He asked, stroking your hair, sitting on the side of the bed next to you.
You hummed, pushing your head into his lap. "Yeah, I dreamed that Billy was gone, and I was all alone in the dark." You looked up sweetly, "Can I stay with you forever, Billy?"
He bared his teeth in a wicked smile. "Of course, sweet girl.”
You were ruined and he hadn't even touched you yet.
{Soft}
Part of the Monsters in the Dark universe.
Soft!Billy, mean!Billy, kissing, dacryphilia, roommate au, fem!reader.
216 words.
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@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11
“Oh, baby.”
You were sniffling, trying to hide it from your roommate, as you closed your book. But he’d noticed, as you hid your face in his chest.
“Let me see those pretty tears,” he hummed, pulling you from your hiding place. He cupped your face as the tears fell. Your book had ended sadly, and the two characters who you thought were going to end up together, didn’t. You explained it to him.
He licked the saltiness off your cheek, marveling at you. He loved how soft you were, how little things like a romance novel could reduce you to tears. It reminded him there was good in this world. He kissed your mouth, feeling himself grow excited at your crying.
He pulled you into his lap, brushing hair from your face. His thumb teased your bottom lip, and you sighed. “They didn’t get together, now what?” He teased you.
“Billy is making fun.” You pouted, making him grin.
“Poor baby, am I being mean?” He said, laughing.
“Yes,” you told him petulantly. He laughed again, pinching your cheeks.
“Can’t help it, you’re cute when you cry.” He smiled. “And you’re all mine, aren’t you?”
“All yours,” you said, snuggling into his chest.
He felt warmth bloom in his chest at your admission. All his.
get you a man who despite his literal decades of practice repressing and hiding his emotions to survive physically cannot hide how smitten he is with you
Wishing all of you a tender forehead kiss from a strong but intimacy-starved man who is scared of the feelings you are awakening in him but is already in too deep to know how to stop.
Friendly reminder to all the writers on here:
You don’t owe anyone good writing.
You don’t owe anyone a complete storyline written in order.
You can jump around. You can abandon projects. You can write really shitty stories! Writing is about telling stories and creating worlds. Not about what makes your followers happy.
I have to remind myself of this a lot, because in most of my stories I’ve gotten stuck and don’t know where to go. But you can jump around. You can skip parts. It doesn’t matter.
Write what makes you happy.
“She reaches for him with a tendril of shadow…. He holds his hand out in welcome.”
How wonderful it must be to find that other half, that equal who welcomes you home no matter that pain that exists between you.
I absolutely loved this. It was beautifully crafted, Robin. 💜
Dawn Greeting Dusk Falling
A reimagining of the events after ‘Siege and Storm’ and a coping mechanism for the SaB S2 ending we would rather not have…
She had kept a little of his shadow, he enough of her light. This is what made it possible, this meeting at the roiling edge of the Fold where Alina knew she would one day find herself.
Fifty years did he say? She knew it had been more, and still it surprised her as the seasons dragged on that love had endured — the love of so many, and the love of one above all. Even if she had to watch each one shrouded and laid in the ground. Each and every one.
What she means to do here now is neither a reckoning, nor a reconciliation. The moment is simply right. She looks into the shadows, and lifts her hand. The globe of light is muted, as though in a fog; but she knows he will not fail to see it.
“Alina.”
There is no rage in the way he says her name, not even a question. They are past that, she supposes.
One who was too young, and one who lived too long; they were here now, nearly unchanged but for her white hair worn unbound. He did not expect her to come sooner, he knew time well enough. He might have thought he knew her as well.
She did not destroy the Fold.
Thought dead after the collapse of the Chapel, legend had it that her spirit guided skiffs as they made each journey. For not a soul has been lost to the Fold since.
That was how she knew that he wasn’t lost. And the knowledge, when she realized it, caused her that day to weep with joy.
The two of them lived because they could not let the other die; when his humanity was burning away, she held on blindly to what remained and he … she could not name what he did, but in the end she knew he had kept her from falling into darkness.
He had kept — some essence, some hope? Light either way.
And a resolve not to lose her to the void.
What was left of him that day was drawn to the Fold, the only place where he could still exist.
A shadow among shadows.
“You might have left me with a fresh set of clothes. An eternity disheveled is its own unique torture.”
She startles with laughter, the unexpected joy at the even more unexpected attempt at humor freeing the tension in her shoulders. She lets herself smile at him, and his smile is genuine as he smiles back.
“Are you angry?” she asks.
“What is anger for?” is his reply.
Flame sputtering to life in sunlight has more purpose.
A silence heavy as the weight of loss they now share settles between them.
“I could not bear it if you turned from me now.”
He spoke the truth. It was the same truth she would always understand, no matter the centuries left to them, no matter their choices that will always hang in the balance.
She reaches for him with a tendril of shadow.
He holds out his hand in welcome.
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A/N: For my AU sister @becauseicantthinkwritings who has been putting up with my not-fun era for longer than she should 😅
I’m always grateful for kindness too, and I am usually surprised to find it in people. Love you, Robin! 💜
BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out 💗
I really didn’t mean to leave this unanswered 😅 I remember being flustered when I got one from @kayhi808 because kindness like this isn’t easy to find. It just makes me so very grateful 🥹 Sending a ton of love back to you, K!
i wish i could scoop out all the words and stories inside my head with a butter knife and spread it onto a document and that was it
I tried to play the same thing (as when Billy gives Madani a bath) in the episode where I have Frank tied up and I’m washing his face. It’s kind of similar, you know? He’s washing his face, he’s cleaning him up, he should be sympathizing, but he’s thinking, “I could choke him right now. I have that power.” I think he really gets off on that power, that genuine lust for power.
Ben Barnes talking about Billy Russo.
when a hot fictional man commits atrocities i’m like. where are your morals? where is your dignity? where do you live? when can i come over?
BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out 💗
It shouldn’t be any surprise that you’d get this award back 😉 I found your stories when a lot of things weren’t going well and the way they made the world feel a lot less cold was a precious gift. How this site is set up, I know it’s not always easy to tell when a story has had a profound effect on someone; but I can assure you that your every story touches lives and they have very deeply touched mine 🥹
You’re so sweet. I never stop to think my writing has an effect on anyone, because I always think I can do better, or this writer executed that idea better than I did. I struggle with imposter syndrome, unfortunately.
You’ve been a blessing, too. The last year has been really hard, so I often write to get my feelings out. And your reviews always make me smile!
I’m so glad that my writing made your difficulties easier. ❤️
So… the hubby did a thing 🥰🥰🥰
Hee 💕 @munsonownsmyass @k-marzolf @kayhi808 @imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend @iamgettingalife @e-dubbc11 @dreamlandcreations
Hope this wasn’t creepy! I just loved how everyone’s piccrew icons turned out ☺️
PS Only a mockup. Vertigo logo used for illustration purposes only 😅
BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out 💗
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Thanks for the tag, @idaoftheburningmind!
Ah, takes me back to my Sailor Moon days, so this was a little bit inspired by that! This was fun.
Anyone can do it. ❤️🥰
deify your self 💫 tag game
tysm @pinespittinink and @flowerprose for the tags!! 💕
rules: using this piccrew by @malachitinous, create yourself as you’d look as a god/goddess/deity; feel free to either make this a chain or do your own post from scratch!
tagging: @writingbyricochet @mr-writes @carminasolis @hyba @kaatiba @ryns-ramblings and pls consider this an open tag for anyone who wants to do this! you can say you got an open tag from me :)