does anyone want to see a fic of charon's tarot skin being lusted over by eberhard or

i knoooow nobody gives a fuck here but i completed my multichapter ebercharon fic yay

‎‎‎‎‎Charon hears a thump; Eberhard slips through his palms and rests on his chest. He takes a moment to react, his hands grasping nothing. Actions take a while to him, sensations take even longer. He feels the major watering the grass on his chest like rain, yet he makes no sound as if have done this a thousand times. Then it comes; a frenzied rumbling sensation, threatening to tear him apart. The cracks on his chest split; the noise echoes against the void. He feels something press up and unfurl. Then another, and another, yet another. He looks down; blades of grass grow sprightly, trying to cover his sight of him. Poppies hasten to meet the major heaving on his trench coat; some of it grows past Charon and anchors to him instead. His arms, cuffed with stark white gloves, are now littered with green, streaming veins of poppies, constantly blooming, as if the space on his chest isn’t enough. His cowl almost tears open from the torrent of crimson, and his white veil threatens to lift with it; he quickly pulls it down, feeling the stamens press on his palm. A sound echoes through Charon’s body from Eberhard; the grass shivers because of it. He feels him grasp tighter.