#thought of

Reading: Witch Hat Atelier

Teeth sinking, sharp, tearing through soft meat. Warm iron, almost sweet, oozing past fangs. Everything is warm, like sitting in front of a fire safely contained in the fireplace, or in this case, entrapped in your arms. The thrum in your ears melds with the panicked cries, making for a beautiful melody. They strain against you, shifting and grasping, clearly unable to tell if they seek to shove you off or press your teeth deeper into the wound. You decide for them, feeling their flesh give way, what a beautiful thing to be accepted by the one you love most, your teeth meet , separating their muscles. By now you can hear their heart pound against their ribs, almost in tandem with your own. As if your hearts are calling to each other, anxious to meet. You slide your hand up to press against their chest, attempting to soothe their heart as you swallow the chunk still between your teeth.

finally went through ur Felix drabbles posted from the felixravinstill anon lays crisp packet account and the authors note on the first fic is so funny in retrospect…did u ask lu to write it for u