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Wish you were here (Qrow Branwen x Summer Rose)
Its a little angsty, I couldnt help myself lol
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Warnings: loss of a loved one, unrequited love
More than your semblance (Qrow Branwen x Reader)
This is a pretty angsty fic and CONTAINS VOL 7 SPOILERS.
Synopsis: You try to comfort Qrow while in prison- basically just a rewrite of the prison scenes in volume 7, but make it a lovely little Qrow x reader fanfic. This may be a multiple part series Warnings: Strong language, mentions of death, mentions of alcohol abuse
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Relax (Eddie Munson x Reader)
I am absolutely in love with this man
This is a pretty lengthy fic, so get cosy with a cup of tea or whatever you fancy x
Warnings: Strong language, drug use
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It was a crisp autumn evening in Eddie Munson's trailer and you were sprawled across his bed, reading 'IT'. Eddie was sat cross-legged next to you, rolling a blunt and listening to Kiss quietly, so as not to disturb your reading. Eddie would occasionally look over to see you biting your lower lip in concentration, admiring the way your brows furrowed occasionally and how the corner of your lip would curl the tiniest bit when you liked something in the book.
You, on the other hand, would sneak glances at Eddie, taking in the insanely attractive sight of his hands rolling the paper and bringing it to his lips, licking the edge of the paper and fixing up the cigarette so it was nice and neat. It was unbelievable how gorgeous his hands were, however, your feelings of admiration quickly turned to worry when you noticed your best friend rubbing at his neck for the 7th time in the last ten minutes.
"Hey, Eddie?"
"What's up sweetheart?" He responded, lighting the blunt. 'Sweetheart'. The pet name made your heart skip a beat. It wasn't unusual for him to call you pet names- you were very close and best friends usually had little names for each other, right? Nevertheless, you always became a little flustered when he called you things like 'babe' or 'babydoll'.
"Is your shoulder bothering you? You keep rubbing it, I was just wondering if you were okay"
"Oh, this?" He rubs his shoulder again with his free hand."Yeah um, I've been so fucking stressed about these tests recently, so pretty much my whole body has gotten a little stiff" Your brow furrowed at his response.
"Would you like a massage?" You offer; if you were being honest with yourself, the way he was rubbing his neck while taking puffs of the blunt was the most attractive thing ever - but you were more concerned with how uncomfortable he must be.
"What?" Eddie chuckles, cocking his eyebrow in amusement.
"Oh come on Eddie, your shoulder is bothering you just let me massage it"
"Does this massage end happily?" He replies, licking his top lip in a teasing manner.
"EDDIE!" You reply, face flushed and hot. You set your book down on the floor with a huff, "Just- sit there for me okay?" You motion to the middle of the bed. Eddie complies and settles down in the center of his double bed.
"I should have some lotion in my bag," You say, searching through your bag, luckily, you find a lavender and chamomile lotion at the bottom. "Hey, you good with smelling like me?" You laugh as you turn around to face Eddie. Your jaw almost drops at the sight of him. He had taken off his shirt and was sitting there, flicking through your book, you felt like you'd been staring at his arms and chest tattoos for ages, just admiring the way his arms moved as he flicked through the pages.
"Yeah, I don't have any issues with that, you smell pretty nice so," He replies, not looking up whatsoever. God he was so fucking beautiful.
You clear your throat and ask,
"Is this all for me?" You tease jokingly, Eddie looks up from the book, flashing a mischievous grin, and slowly puts the book down.
"You like it babe?" He gestures to his naked torso,"I thought I'd give you easy access, didn't wanna hinder your massaging expertise with my shirt" He answers flirtatiously, taking another hit from the blunt. You roll your eyes,
"Yeah yeah whatever Munson" You groan, climbing onto the bed to position yourself behind him, kneeling on the stiff mattress. "Do you mind if I tie your hair up?" You ask, pulling a hair scrunchie off your wrist
"Whatever you gotta do princess" That was new. He'd never called you that before; it made your stomach flutter as you gently pulled his curly hair into a bun. It was so surprisingly soft, and sent wafts of musk and leather up your nose.
"That comfortable?" You ask, and receive a quiet and content hum in return. You weren't sure if it was the weed finally hitting him, but it seemed like he was enjoying having his hair played with. He was in this trance-like state; eyes closed and a peaceful smile on his face. You giggle a little at his response. You then take the small bottle of lotion and put a good-sized dollop on your hands, rubbing it in a little before you start to massage his shoulders. "Can I touch you?" You ask in a quiet and shy voice.
"Go for it" He replies softly, you then start to rub his shoulders a little, just warming them up slightly before you start to knead the tender flesh of his shoulders, pushing your thumbs into him firmly, resulting in a series of small sighs of relief coming from Eddie. His skin felt so smooth and soft, it was so relaxing to just feel the warmth of his body on your fingertips.
"Want a puff, doll?" Eddie offers you, holding up a cigarette, you hum in response, leaning over his shoulder, he brought it up to your lips and as you went to take in that sweet, earthy smoke, your lips lightly touched Eddie's fingers. As you pulled back, you thought you could hear a sharp inhale coming from the metalhead's lips, you chose to ignore it; you were now freaking out about the sudden heat rising to your cheeks. Had you really just kissed his fingers? It didn't really mean anything though right? Your mind raced with questions and you hadn't realised that you had stopped rubbing his shoulders. "Everything okay back there?" Eddie asked, interrupting your train of thoughts.
"Oh- yeah, it's all going great" You stammered, grabbing the bottle of lotion from next to you, "Just getting more lotion!" Eddie gave an amused chuckle in response to your frantic disposition. He thought that you were so cute when you got all flustered; his chuckle turned to a small moan as your hands returned to his shoulders. He froze- a moan? Did he really just moan? How loud was it? Did you hear? It just came out so suddenly- your hands were just so soft and were massaging all the right places, releasing all the tension in his shoulders. You hadn't said anything though, so he assumed you didn't hear it. He decided to just concentrate on the music playing instead.
After about 15 minutes of you rubbing the floral lotion into Eddie's shoulders, you felt that all the knots had gone and his pain should be eased. "Okay big boy, I think we are all done here." You said, breaking the silence between you two. Eddie groaned in protest.
"Come on babe, I was so relaxed, just a few more minutes?" He pouted.
"There isn't going to be any shoulder left if I keep massaging it." You answer. To this, your friend lets out a frustrated groan of defeat. You felt a little bad- Eddie doesn't get to relax a lot of the time and when he does, it's not for very long. "I mean- if you were comfortable with it..." You begin, Eddie perked up a little. He looked like a cute puppy dog with his big brown eyes sparkling with interest. It was so hard to not fall in love with those eyes. How could you not? His eyes were so expressive and so soft. You never understood how everyone at school could find him so scary and weird. With eyes like those? Impossible. He's cocky, a bit flirtatious, and a little unconventional, sure, but it's what you love about him. Eddie wasn't afraid to be himself in a world where people are shamed and shunned for being anything but what they're expected to be.
"Yeah?" Eddie encourages you to continue
"I suppose I could always massage your back if you wanted." You suggested. You doubted he would agree, but to your surprise, he agreed in a heartbeat; moving so he was lying face-down on his bed, propping his head up with his ringed hand, looking at you with a loving smile. The way his eyes looked up at you made your stomach flutter, you both stared at each other in comfortable silence for a few seconds before you cleared your throat and made your way to sit next to him. "Alright, Munson how do you wanna do this?" you asked.
"Just make yourself comfortable right here" Eddie replied, smacking his ass playfully.
"I'll crush you, Eddie" you scoffed in response.
"No, you won't sweetheart. Now just sit and get massaging, my back craves your touch" He chuckles. You nervously move to straddle his backside. God, the view from here was breathtaking. The way his back muscles looked made your heart skip a beat. You were head over heels for this man and there was no denying it. Rubbing lotion into your hands you asked Eddie, "You ready?" to which he replied with a small hum, nuzzling his head into a pillow.
The skin of his back was silky smooth, you ran your hands over each little definition and pressed your thumbs into small knots, earning a pleased grunt from your friends' lips.
While you massaged his back, Eddie was melting into your touch; treasuring every light stroke and push from your fingers. He wished you could touch him like this all the time. He found it amusing that you were so worried about being too heavy to sit on him, he had picked you up a number of times and given you countless piggybacks whenever you were too tired to walk. The face you'd make when you asked Eddie to give you a piggyback was, in his opinion, the most adorable thing in the world. Your lip would stick out slightly and you'd look up at him with big pleading eyes- how could he deny that face anything? His thoughts of you were cut short by the warm feeling of plush lips against the nape of his neck. It wasnt particularly out of the ordinary for you to sneak occasional pecks on the cheek or light hand holding- but this felt more intimate. Your chest was flush against his back and he could feel the softness of your cotton shirt, the warmth of your body, and the pure heavenly touch of your lips. They lingered against his skin for a while, sending pleasant shivers down his spine.
"Uh-I don't know why I did that, I'm so so sorry Eddie!" You nervously blurted out as you rose from your position. Why on earth would you think that would be a good idea? He's your best friend for fuck's sake! You cant go round kissing your best friend's necks!
"No need to apologise sweetheart" Eddie broke the silence. You were caught by surprise by his words, and he left you in complete shock as he flipped over underneath you, now looking up at you, his elbows propping him up and there was this childish little smirk on his face as if to mock you. Covering your face with your hands, you groan in complete embarrassment. Eddie sits up completely now, taking his hands to move yours away from your face. "You okay?" He asks.
"Other than being totally mortified by my own actions, yeah I'm okay" You chuckle, and Eddie lets out a small laugh in response.
"You know, if you wanted to kiss me, you could just ask, you don't have to resort to kissing my back to get a taste of all of this" He gestures to himself jokingly. "Though I'm not complaining sweetheart, you can kiss me anywhere" He winks, and your entire face becomes flushed. Eddie laughs at your embarrassed state, he found it cute.
"Shut the fuck up Munson" You quietly mutter
"Sorry, what was that? I couldn't quite hear you" He teases. A small smile creeps onto your face.
"I said shut the fuck up Munson" You reply, looking at him straight in the eye, his eyes flickered down to your lips, then back up to your teasing stare.
"Such foul language" He jokes "You should shut that pretty little mouth of yours babe" Leaning in a little, testing the limits of his flirtations.
"Make me." You quip back, moving closer to his face. Your faces were creeping closer and closer together, your eyes darting back and forth from your intense eye contact to each other's lips. Your lips parted slightly, and he did the same in response.
"Don't tempt me, sweetheart" He lets out in an airy breath
"Just kiss me already" You sigh; Eddie chuckles teasingly before crashing his lips into yours, wrapping one hand around the back of your neck, and the other grips your waist firmly. His lips were warm and slightly chapped against your soft and plush ones. The kiss was heated and passionate, you felt as if you both had been waiting your whole lives for this kiss. Lips parted to let tounges touch, teeth pull and breaths escape. Eddie gently moved you both so that you were now on your back while Eddie straddled your legs and pinned your arms above your head, easing out of your passionate makeout session, Eddie pulled away to look at your glazed eyes and swollen lips.
"That was one happy ending" He joked, earning a snort from you.
"Eddie!" You laugh; the metalhead let go of your arms and nuzzled his face into your neck, breathing in the soft smell of lavender. Your hands move to play with his curly hair and his arms wrap around your waist. You both fall into a comforting silence and slowly drift off to sleep to the quiet sounds of each other's soft breathing.
Let me stay right here| Obi Wan Kenobi x Reader
Inspired by the song 'photograph' by Cody Fry
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It was a cold evening on Coruscant. The sound of air speeders whirred softly in the distance, lights from buildings and speeders blurred together and created a comforting ambiance against the hustle and bustle of the Capital.
You were leaning against the ledge of your open window, taking in the view of your only known home. It had been a while since you'd been back at the Jedi temple- 2 months to be exact- and you had missed the familiar scent of the sweet, heavy air of the building. It was warm and inviting, like a hug from a loved one. A cold breeze blew past you; in reaction, you tightened your grip around the small blanket that draped over your shoulders. You felt so at peace that you didn't want to close the window and cut yourself off from that gorgeous scenery.
You had been so enthralled by the seemingly magical blend of white noise, blurred lights, and incense smoke that you hadn't even noticed the woosh of your quarter doors opening and closing.
Propping one arm up on the wall and one hand on his hip, the Jedi Master gazed lovingly at you, admiring how your hair looked as it moved with the breeze, how the city lit up your stunning figure as you stood there, occasionally shifting your weight between one foot and the other. He loved how you adored the city despite its unforgiving nature. You always saw good in people. He admired that trait as both a Jedi and a lover.
Your relationship was hidden from the galaxy and only lived through secret kisses in empty hallways, lingering touches, and passionate nights in your separate quarters. It was a shame you had to hide your love for each other. Obi-Wan wanted nothing but to show you off, he wanted the galaxy to know you were his and he was yours. You both knew it was forbidden to have attachments as Jedi. He argued this when you confessed your feelings to each other to which you pointed out that "As Jedi, unconditional love is central to our lives. If we are encouraged to love, how could it truly be forbidden? The way I see it, we should have the freedom to love who we want and how. As long as that attachment doesn't impact our actions and roles as Jedi" He couldn't disagree, and he wanted to love you. Maker, he needed to love you.
You had been all he ever wanted ever since he was a padawan, back when you two trained together. His feelings deepened after the death of his master, Qui Gon Jinn. You were there to comfort him. There to ease his pain and help him move on and realise that Qui Gon was now at peace and one with the force. You rose through the ranks together, from padawans to where you were now; Jedi Masters on the seat of the council.
How could he not fall in love? Any sane man would. You were truly divine. Your grace and skill in battle were truly something to behold as well as your mastering of the force.
Obi-Wan continued to study every inch of you, wishing that he could make time stand still, so he could live in this moment forever. He could forget the war, the order, just for a moment he could forget the cruel of the galaxy as long as he was here with you.
Snapping out of your meditative trance, you turned your head to the tall figure in the corner of the room. In any other situation, you would have instantly reached for your lightsaber but you recognized the presence of the man and knew you could instantly let your guard down. You stretched your arms out as if to invite the man into your embrace, to which he obliged. As he stepped into the light that poured from the open window, his features were illuminated. His auburn hair and beard suited his face well, he had certainly matured since his years as a young Jedi knight. His blue-grey eyes were easy for you to get lost in, which you did very often. Each step the man took seemed to take forever, but you waited for him to make his way across the room until he finally stood in front of you.
Obi-Wan brings his hand up to your face and holds your cheek, tracing your lip with his thumb. He does this for a few more seconds; then without a word, he pulls you in for a tight hug. You rested your head against his chest and breathed in deeply. Just as you thought he still smelled of cypress, musk, and battle smoke. The latter smell brought you back into the moment, you pulled away slightly and looked at him.
"I missed you, my love. The days seem to grow longer when I'm so far from you." You stated, looking from his slightly chapped lips back up to his beautiful blue-grey eyes.
"I can promise I missed you much more my darling," Obi-Wan whispered before leaning in to meet your lips. The kiss was short but passionate. After months of restricted contact and no secret kisses in empty hallways, no lingering touches, and especially no passionate nights in your quarters, it was pure bliss to be able to just hold each other and feel each other's warmth again.
The Jedi Master's hands were wrapped around your waist firmly, and yours were wrapped around his neck. After another minute or so of being in each other's embrace, Obi-Wan moved to a seat near the open window and parted his legs for you to sit in between. You happily plopped yourself down between his thighs; Obi-Wan wrapped his arms back around your waist. You could feel his chest rise and fall softly against your back. You could sense the peace within him and couldn't help but wonder if it was because of your presence.
"Darling?" You cooed, as you leaned back into his chest.
"Hmm?" He hummed back, pressing a kiss you the side of your face.
"The sun is going down, you may have to head back to your quarters soon." You responded. You didn't want him to go, you wanted this moment to last for hours. You wish you could make that happen. Stars, you wish you could take a picture with a holocam so you could have some way to prove that this is real and not just a dream because it feels so perfect. Memory is not enough to cherish this moment between the two of you.
"Let me stay right here. Just a moment longer" He quietly spoke into your ear. Tightening his grip around you and pulling you closer into him, he placed countless kisses on your shoulders and nape before resting his head on your shoulder.
"Please let this last forever" He muttered before placing a kiss on your cheek.
You spent the next few hours in Obi-Wan's arms, staring at the city together and watching the blurred lights become brighter as the four moons rose before you fell asleep in each other's loving embrace.
Dreams
I very seldom discuss the matters that take place in my dreams, for I rarely dream. But tonight, I find that writing the peculiar sequence of events of my subconsciousness may help me come to a resolution of these extraordinary happenings. I cannot quite fathom it. It feels as if my dream was reality, that the unending hallways were for all intents and purposes, real. The water-stained wallpaper peeling off the walls, the damp carpet containing a foul odour that wafted up into my nose, it all felt as if I was standing there, no longer in my bedroom but in an alternate version of the manor I have been residing in the past few months, the unsettling oil paintings no longer hung from the walls, there were no grand chandeliers lighting the hallways. There were no rooms. It was as if it was a maze with no ending. I had only a small wax candle to light my way. And it was burning out quickly. The wax was dripping down my trembling fingers, leaving streaks of white down my hands, burning my skin with every drip. The flame would flicker and dance until it reached the last centimetre of wax. Then the light went out and I was left in all-consuming darkness.
I then awoke to see my hand gripped around an unlit candle, standing in my hallway. My throat raw from the screeching. The maids were gathered around me, and my father stood with disapproving eyes.
Moments later I am whisked off to my chambers and locked inside.
My father- the psychiatrist- has a few theories as to why I find myself in peculiar situations such as that one. He assumes I am either experiencing hysteria or schizophrenia. His solution is to pump my veins with sulphur to induce mind-breaking fevers to sweat out this horrible affliction. He thinks its working. It’s making it worse. Much worse.
After a brutal battle with my locked bedroom door, I find myself curled up in the corner of my room, clutching my still throbbing arm. He’s put something bad in me. I know it. I know he has flushed out my blood and replaced it with oozing and crawling maggots. He is not the rational man I thought him to be. He is working against me. Some evil spirits have convinced him that he must strip me of my humanity, but I won’t let him. I won’t let him. I won’t let him.
The maids return, wipe the cold sweat off my back and settle me into my bed. The room is shrouded in darkness; my eyes are darting around the room so quickly, just to catch a glimpse of something- anything.
Then I see it.
A dark figure. I do not recognise the form and begin to panic. It doesn’t walk, it glides and morphs along the walls, contorting its disfigured body- if body is even the right term for it. Long wisps of golden hair trail down its face, masking any features that would allow me to identify this entity. I am enveloped with an overwhelming sensation of dread. Its legs kick and I can hear the crack and grinding of its bones. The deep and loud breaths coming from it oppose my own short and panicked ones. It crawls up the wardrobe, onto the chandelier, and it stays there, perched and swinging from the ceiling. I know now that I am not dreaming. This is real and I’m going to die. The beast swings more and more chaotically and I am stuck here. I cannot move. I cannot scream. I cannot do anything.
Then it leaps. And is now tearing into my skin, shredding my leg into pieces, to find and feast on the creatures that my father planted into my skin. I let out a blood curdling shriek, reach for a candle and light it. There is no creature. And there are no maggots. All that remains of the nightmare is the deep scratches on my legs.
My father continued his ‘treatment’ after this, pumping my body with chemicals I could not seem to pronounce. The splitting headaches, the cold sweats and fevers they caused only seemed to fuel the demons’ rampage on my mind and soul; every night without fail I would have the displeasure of beasts of all kinds rip their way into my skin, searching for something. They never found what they were looking for; unless they were tearing me apart and mutilating my body for the sole purpose of torture. Whatever it was, I detested it. I hated the metallic smell of blood; I hated the white-hot fire that I felt in my body when they would plunge their claws deep into my abdomen but what I despised the most was the nights that contained only silence.
There was no pain, no cracking and grinding of bones, no squelching of my organs being moved around the cavity of my abdomen; there was only the muffled thumping of my heart, as if it was trying to escape my chest because the silence is the most petrifying thing. Silence is always followed by faces. I was never sure if these faces were real or just a figment of my disturbed imagination. They would have sunken features or a complete lack of them. Some would have large deformities – one had only a single and miniscule eye- no eyes and no mouth or nose, only a void. One I would stare into while its one eye looked back into my soul. He emitted an uncomfortable energy that made my skin feel filthy and as if his faceless void was expanding and taking over my body. One had a large smile- abnormally large- and he would just smile at me; his teeth and gums fully exposed and eyes looking in fear at me- as if I was disturbing him. The faces never spoke. They never breathed, or emitted a single noise to signify they were alive. I would often close my eyes and wait for them to leave but the images of their deformed faces were burned into my brain. There was no escape from the faces no matter how many candles I lit.
One significant night, I was met by silence. I sat there, curled into a ball with my head between my knees, eyes closed and waiting for the faces to taunt me yet again. But I was met with nothing. The silence was slowly occupied by a low hum. The hums would become quiet melodies, and then become loud and comforting hymns. I slowly moved from my position, and opened my eyes in trepidation.
There were no faces, or creatures of unimaginable terror. Only seven figures stood around my bed. They were ethereal, with beautiful locks of brown cascading down their head, or tied up in magnificent plaits wrapped around their heads. They had beautiful wings that shielded my bed from darkness and they radiated a soft candle-like glow from them. Their voices acted like a symphony that made my eyes fuzzy with tears. They were standing guard around me, protecting me from the nightmares. My angels, Michael, Raphael, Gabriel, Uriel, Saraqael, Raguel, and Remiel. I was lulled peacefully to sleep from the chants of the angels. The last thing I saw was my angels edging closer towards me, as if they were going to hold me close to keep me safe.
I didn’t have another dream for a few months after this. My father assumed that the doses of sulphur has rid me of my illness, I was normal; well as normal as I could be after these mind-altering experiences.
I now find myself laying on the glass in the meadow by the manor. I thought my last entry was to be my final account of these visions. But I now see the sun has morphed into interlocking rings of gold, and a colossal eye sprouting hundreds of grand white wings all around sits comfortably inside its golden cage. The sound of crackling fire emits from it, and I hear a voice in my mind; “be not afraid” and I know now, that these nightmares I have been experiencing were not nightmares at all, but visions from God.