#AND SPEAKING OF DEW. STARS HE LOOKS AMAZING

[artsycloudysleepy]

Here to go! Sorry for not making you art I’m tired lol

*SCREAMS*

OH MY STARS THANK YOU SO MUCH :0000

THIS HAS MADE MY DAY I LOVE HOW YOU DRAW THEM!!! TYSM!!!

:D

(edit: why do i ramble so much in tags lol. at least it's an awesome thing to ramble abt :D)

[whitevelvet-ly]

"let's stargaze."

PAIRING: diluc x reader

HEADS UP: gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic, just a nice short fic I thought of while vibing in a car

A/N: my writing got rusty HELP

"is it safe to be out this late at night?" diluc asks, frowning slightly as he stares at your hand tugging his.

"it'll only be a short while!" you smile at him; an attempt to encourage him. "besides, the spot where we'll be going doesn't have any hilichurls or whatever you're worried about."

he sighs. "are you sure? there could be anything in the dark, y/n."

"trust me." you grin.

with one last tug, he finally stops resisting.

currently, you're taking him to the place you've always ran to as a child when you wanted time alone. you've been coming less recently since you're busy, being older and all.

but now that you have diluc with you, why not introduce him to this secret spot of yours?

you smile, recognizing the scent of dew and the sight before you. after a moment of silence, you speak. "we're almost there, so hang on."

and you were true to your word. after a few more seconds of walking, you find the spot you've always rested in after a long day.

you tug on his wrist again. "come, the view is beautiful here," you say, leading him near the edge of the cliff.

yet again, you did not lie.

it was gorgeous. the grass danced as the stars adorned the skies like strokes of paint. the waters surrounding mondstadt glistened as the city stood tall and proud, glowing with lights as if they were stars as well.

the grass rustled, making diluc look down at his side.

you were lying on the ground, staring upwards. "let's stargaze."

he stood still for a moment, as if he was thinking, then lies down beside you, staring into the sky.

a comfortable silence ensues. the sounds of your breath and the occasional sigh, the waters below, and the wind were the only things you both could hear.

"it's amazing, isn't it? I always come here." you whisper, reaching out to the sky as if you were picking the stars out.

diluc looks at you, then back up again. "it's... yes. it's beautiful." he says, unable to describe it.

you laugh, propping yourself up with your forearms, and look at him. "do you know how much time has passed?"

his breath hitches, sitting up swiftly. you laugh even more at his response. he stands up and clears his throat. "shall... shall we go?"

you take his hand, getting up as well, looking at him with a wide grin. "yeah, let's go."

you both come back to the manor with multiple blades of grass on your hair. apparently, the only reason why you two couldn't see it was because it was dark out.

you stifle a laugh as you pick out the sticks and grass on his hair while he tries not to wince too much in pain.

"you really need to tame that hair of yours."

he sighs, staring at your wide grin through the mirror. "it's harder than you think."

well... at least the view was worth it.

[miasmaghoul]

I present to you something my mind came up with:

Dew with another ghoul in front of a large mirror, worshipping their body and breathing in their ears how gorgeous they are, how he can't wait to fuck them, how much he loves them, to keep looking in the mirror while Dew kisses every body part the other ghoul is insecure about to show how how amazing they are (bonus points for blushy partners)

Love you 💚

This will be an unpopular choice, but I don't care.

Dew lovin' on Cumulus, exactly the way she deserves.

Cumulus sighs as she stares at her reflection, biting her lip.

She's naked, the soft light filtering in through her sheer drapes giving her pale gray skin a silvery sheen. Her white curls cascade over her shoulders and down her back, tucked behind pink-tipped ears to fully expose her face. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes hooded as she takes stock of herself.

Her breasts are full, but they sag, pink nipples pointed towards the floor. The stretch marks by her armpits are so obvious, dark and shiny. Ugly.

The rest of her is much the same, soft and squishy and dimpled with cellulite. Every part marked by growth in the same way as her chest. She stares at the darkest marks, the ones that run vertically over her hips. Stares at the roundness of her belly, the width of her thighs. A tally mark in her head for every flaw, every mark and divot, every little imperfection. Ugly.

She feels so ugly like this.

And yet,

"Beautiful." It's sighed directly into her ear, Dew's warm breath fluttering over her skin. "Fuck, you're so beautiful."

There's no room for argument in Dewdrop's words. They're filled with adoration, with praise and worship. Inarguable truths, at least according to the fire ghoul. Cumulus watches him in the mirror, a small smile doing its best to tug at the corners of her lips.

Dew's callused hand trembles as it glides over her stomach, down onto her hip. His lips graze the shell of her ear as he repeats himself, bony fingers pressing into soft flesh. Cumulus lets her eyes drift shut for a moment when Dew moves to lay his head on her chest, trailing kisses over the swell of her breast. She can feel how hard he is, hot and slick against her side and she throbs with it, already wet to her thighs. Cumulus groans when Dew squeezes the softness of her hip, fingers slowing dragging south.

"Love the way you feel," he purrs, kneading down towards her thigh. He dips down to plant a kiss in the valley of her breasts and kneels before her. Dew looks up at Cumulus like she hung the stars and the ghoulette feels the way her blush spills down her throat, her knees going wobbly. Dewdrop smiles, a soft face that few others get to see, as he raises one hand to cup her ample chest. "Love your tits, fuck I love your tits."

Cumulus giggles - Dew has a certain way with words, but at least the vulgarity suits him. Her laughter melts into a breathy moan as Dew flicks his tongue over her nipple once, twice, three times over before taking the stiff bud between his lips and sucking.

She loses herself in their reflection, at the sight of Dew's slight body knelt at her feet. It should make her feel large, unwieldy, the way she can see her hips past his narrow shoulders. But with the way Dew moves, the way he speaks, the way he touches her like she's something precious - she can't feel anything but revered.

Dew pulls away from her chest to smile up at her again, resting his chin against Cumulus's belly and wrapping his arms around her waist. He looks like he's seen something so astonishing that he can't bear to close his eyes, lest it disappear. She cups his cheeks with both hands, thumbs grazing sharp cheekbones. Dew's gaze is heavy, weighed down by lust, and he looks -

"Beautiful," Cumulus sighs, the one word filled with all the love she carries for the little ghoul before her.

"Yeah you are." Dew winks up at her when Cumulus huffs out a giggle, and she watches him kiss the softest spots of her stomach. It tickles and she tells him so, squirming and pushing at his head when the ghoul doubles down and starts dragging his claws over her sides.

"Ah, no, no, stop!" Cumulus has tears in her eyes in no time, making the cutest little yelping sounds when Dew finds a good spot to tease. He doesn't press to the point of pain, only enough to keep her wriggling around so he can feel the way her body shifts and jiggles against him.

"Never," Dew declares into her skin, but his touch gentles. The claws become exploratory fingertips, ghosting over her sensitive skin and coming to rest at the fronts of her thighs. Cumulus is panting and red faced, wiping the moisture from her eyes when Dew dips down.

"Oh."

Cumulus gasps when Dewdrop places a firm kiss just above the soft curls at the apex of her thighs, inhaling deeply. She threads nervy fingers into his silken hair as he moves, kissing every inch of velvety skin he can find. She's panting by the time his hands slip between her thighs, and Cumulus lets him open her up. He groans deep in his throat as the space around them is filled with the heady scent of honeysuckle and musk.

"Can't believe I'm lucky enough to fuck you." Dew sounds like the air has been pulled from his lungs.

So does Cumulus a moment later when he sinks two fingers into her aching cunt, the flat of Dew's tongue dragging through her slick folds. She keens with it, thighs trembling when Dew crooks his fingers and licks slow circles around her clit. Cumulus catches herself on his shoulders and Dew catches her gaze, the copper of his eyes blown black. He pulls back after a moment, still working his fingers in and out.

"Want you to ride me," he kisses into her thigh, the words hot against her skin, "wanna see how beautiful I can make you feel."

Cumulus nods.

He already has.

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

The sweet scent of blossom blooms is forever tainting the air along side the morning spring mist of dew on the very few grassy patches of meadow and windows of buildings and homes. The sun was out and about giving warmth to some and misery to others.

Fine brown shoes walk along the grey stoned street on this fine morning. Within his needle pricked and bruised hand holds a smaller paler hand of a little boy no more than seven years old dressed rather put together for his age who holds a grey tinned lunch box in his other small hand. Dalmatia, handsome, smart, suave, a good speaker, and loyal are just a few terms he got used to since before and during his time on the Isle of the Lost. Loyal and kind minion of Cruella De Vil, fashionista with a roaring personality of boldness and just a touch of crazy, he remained by her side like the loyal dog he is and helped raise her little pup after the father was no longer around.

The pair finished their stroll at a red bricked building where children are either running around screaming, standing and talking, or on the ground or on the single tree of the lawn. Dalmatia took a deep breath in through the nose, chest puffed out, "Well, look at this, first day of school." He smiled proudly and looked at the boy beside him. Carlos, ever so timid, sneaked behind the older's longer legs and buried his cute face behind his knee cap.

Dalmatia smiled softly and kneels down, "Carlos," He started, waiting for those brown eyes to peek behind the bangs that were combs before leaving the house but seem to have fallen just so, "I understand it's scary, but I promise you this is fun." "But I like to help you and mama with outfits..." The boy pouted, eyes looking down. In any other situation that look would make the dog cave and give Carlos everything he ever wanted and more, but he has to be strong for this case.

Taking in another breath to collect himself to not be swept by the emotions of spoiling the puppy rotten, Dalmatia fixes his coat and tilted Carlos' face up as his voice speaks calmly and comforting, "I know puppy, and we love you helping us to. But you can't always do that forever, you need to let your mind grow and make friends. And I know plenty of the kids here because they're were raised by amazing recruiters like yours's truly." As if on comedic que, a little boy with long black hair runs around the yard with a bucket on his head. The two watch as he runs screaming in strange child glee, and kept watching until he ran into the tree and falls on his back. ". . . Okay he's a little different cause his dad isn't that smart in his life choices..."

Carlos messes with the rubber handle of his lunchbox, lip quivering. His small shoulders tense and jump when a loud bell chimes above them. Dalmatia looked at the building and back down at Carlos, shining down a reassuring smile. The boy looked at the adult and took a breath in before slowly walking towards the steps of the entrance.

The dog waves after, "Have a good day Carlos!"

The stars aren't as bright within his eye sight.

The music was muffled and dare say distant from his hearing.

The taste of bitter saliva that mingled with stale wine he gulped was nothing among his tongue.

All his senses are hyper focused on staring at the floating lights of a little boy smiling so innocently.

Dalmatia gulped another swig of the wine as his tired burning eyes watched his special box show a new memory of Carlos on his first picture day, how proud he looked with his first fashion choice and proudly showing it off. Right now he should be inside celebrating the wedding of Mal and Ben, the future King and Queen of Auradon but as of right now he's hiding in one of the marble polished balcony having his fourth glass or the luxury squeezed grapes alone with a box of memories, a usually normal box full of little memories over the years of Carlos from his birth to his letters talking about possibly being in love with the Fairy Godmother's daughter, but after the Isle became open for all to enter and leave Carlos surprised the loyal minion and his mother with a magic spell that can project the memories as fluid and real as if they aren't images of mist at all.

"It's not healthy crying all alone you know..."

Dalmatia turned to the voice's source to find Hades walking out to the midnight air, rubbing his red leather gloves across his pale cheek for any makeup smears that may be showing as the God walked right beside him. "I remember you used to not cry in situations when the kids were younger too. Yet you always encourage Jay and Carlos to cry as open as they can." Hades said with a soft smile, eyes to the stars.

The once dalmatian doesn't look at him. Doesn't react to him. Eyes drifting back to Carlos' projector face of the memory when he was about to leave for Auradon, his smiling freckled face so fresh of anxious and hidden excitement of adventure he never dared speak of then in fear of how others' will think. The God look at the projector and his smile slowly fades off, his voice got more gentle, "You know, he would've love this... Seeing Mal being married... Seeing Evi get her dream come true... Seeing you all dressed up at a party the first time in forever..."

"He would..." Was all Dalmatia said as he rubs the box's rim, neat eyebrows frowning. "You know..." His voice cracked softly, small but Hades doesn't punch at it, he sniffs as a pause, "When... we first got the news... Cruella refused to accept it... She acted as if he was going to come in through the door as if he never left the Isle in the first place... I never heard her cry as much as I did that whole week... Or month... She barely ate... Hardly slept... It was like seeing a new person..."

Memories of Carlos' wake enters his mind, tarnishing the happy ones he just printed with the box's help, the way the room was so heavy and dull. Carlos wouldn't want that, he would want the room to be colorful like he was, would want people to laugh and smile like he did, but I guess you can't have either at a funeral. He recalled the pain he felt when he held back any sobs and tears deep inside him as he kept a brave face for everyone until he stepped outside the venue's back door and finally let it all out for only the moon to witness.

His hands shook as he feels the tears burning his eyes and even his cheeks as light black streaks began to drip down to his chin as his breathing hitch, "I-I know... I'm just a dog who helped raise his master's child, but I cared for him... As if he was my own pup... I raised him for 19 Goddamn years and now he— H-He's somehow—!" The ball of sorrow clung to his throat flesh, stopping his voice from speaking anymore words as if it hurt more than the tears and the lump.

Hades slowly put his hand on Dalmatia's back, accepting when the dog quickly shook and sobbed openly into the gentle breeze of the magical night, the box still projecting the brave soul as the memories restarted into the first time the pup opened his eyes...

I wanted to write something since I haven't written/done anything related to DVR in a long long while, sorry if it's short and/or crappy! Also I decided Carlos was 19 due to me in my last fic of the gang I had Jay be 18 when the barrier was lifted which I think was a typo and I personally headcanon Mal and Ben's wedding happened a year after the third film since I think it's canon the boys are younger than Mal and Evie or maybe I headcanoned that to the point I believed it lol

This takes place in the AU I've written before which I'm going to be sticking to since I personally love it and am kind of sad Aubrey doesn't marry Harry Hook in the future;

Part One of Aubrey Saga

Part Two

Part Three

Farja & Jay Story and Farja's Reunion

Hopefully I'll right more!

[bacchicly]

Friends Don't Let Friends

PART 2: NOT BOUND BY WHERE WE SHOW UP TO WORK: A RE-IMAGINING OF SEASON 15 GARVEZ

PART 1 is here. Or this is also posted on AO3 : Part 1 | Part 2

CM EPISODE: 14x15 TRUTH OR DARE - ROSSI'S WEDDING

Content: More feel good sex. Mentions of alcohol / not drinking and driving. A bit of cursing.  Literary use of flashbacks which either brilliantly ups the tension or is deeply annoying…possibly both!

Words: 3800ish

Dedicated to: @vangsdroide who is such an amazing beautiful friend who helped me develop the story and previewed early versions, @snailsandpuppy-dogtails who reminded me that “No Penelopes or Lukes will be harmed in the making of this fic” and that if I say they are sober - they are sober…which opened the door to everything you are about to read… and to John Lazarus (Canadian Playwright) who taught me to “Give the problem to the characters” - which was what first gave me permission to not ignore the little voice in my brain that worried whether or not they were too intoxicated to drive home safely when I envisioned sex in the back of a pickup truck under the stars. Finally a shout out to @tranurse who is an amazing fan and I am so glad whenever I see them on my dash. 💖 

Finally, thank you to all who read this little flight of fancy - I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Luke didn’t know what he expected when he left the hotel meeting room just moments behind the amazing (and ridiculously well fucked - even if he did say so himself) Penelope Garcia… Penelope Garcia who had basically suggested that she might.. well… like he says - he wasn’t sure what he expected… but whatever it was - it was certainly not what has happened. 

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The air has a snap and Luke is sure he can smell the dew blooming on the meadow grass beneath them. He tilts his head back - not all the way - just enough to be awed by how there are more stars than sky. 

It would not be the first time he howled tonight - but now - with everything - the urge to bay at the moon that hangs low and full on the horizon is powerful.  Luke feels freer and stronger than he has in forever - it is a feeling worth chasing.  

And isn't that what he lives for… the chase?

He runs a hand through Penelope's hair - fancying that his fingers can tell the difference between the blond and the blue. 

Too good.  Everything about tonight is too good.  

Rossi should get married more often. 

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He’d been trying to get beside her ever since returning to the ballroom but Penelope had been surprisingly elusive - surrounding herself with other wedding guests - helping behind the bar again - dancing with Reid… so Luke had finally decided he’d stop chasing her and just see what happened.  He had strategically settled into conversation with Tara and Matt as they ate cake - shootin' the shit about a classic car she was helping Rossi rebuild and then about Matt’s BIG news.  

Kid number five? 

The idea seemed unreal to Luke - especially since he’d just broken up with his girlfriend of a year and couldn’t seem to get the woman he had just had incredible sex with (protected - so hopefully no babies would result) to even stand beside him in a crowded room… 

…despite himself, when thoughts of Penelope bubbled back to the surface - Luke couldn’t help but search Penelope out in the crowd.  

…then, much to his (apparently completely conspicuous) chagrin his gaze had fallen on her making her way for the exit.  

Tara had laughed at him with a far too knowing grin, “Hey Luke, don’t worry so much, you big lout, she’ll be back! Rossi and our blue eyed blond bombshell of a technical analyst just had their heads together - I think she’s just in charge of the final big surprise that our hosts have been hinting at all night.”

At that Matt jibed, "Hey - speaking of Garcia - I have been meaning to ask… did you find what you were looking for IN. HER. EYE."

Luke caught every ounce of the innuendo that his buddy had lobbed his way and instinctively fought fire with fire.

"Yes, sir.  An eyelash - a long one.  Oh! And I've been meaning to ask if you and Kristy found everything you were looking for in the coat check earlier?"

Matt barked out a laugh and raised his glass and clinked Luke's "Touché, Bro.  And yes.  I'd say we did."

Tara had shaken her head with this gleam in her eye that said she was about to give them a thorough and well deserved teasing, but just as she started with "You two are-"

Penelope Garcia sped back into the reception room grinning wildly, dragging a compact muscular woman who was severely under dressed for the occasion in a pair of khakis, a purple baseball cap with some sort of rainbow decal on the brim, and a light turquoise mixed media puffer jacket with knit sleeves.  

Luke couldn't have taken his eyes off Penelope - she was, as always, vibrant - sparkling - brimming over with an intensity of caring that he wanted simultaneously to bask in, protect, and stoke like a fire.  

"Hey Everyone! Over here! David and Krystal have one last thing to announce and then we shall send them on their merry MARRIED way!"

Rossi and Krystal were holding on to each other smiling.  This time it was Krystal who spoke up first…grinning at her daughter…her best friends, her siblings who had joined the party, and then at the BAU team and Rossi's daughter - her new family.

"Well everyone!  This has been an amazing night!  Now I have a story to tell! When we were planning - I shared with David that, if nothing else, my years dealing cards on the strip had taught me that Friends Always Make Sure Friends Get Home Safe.  And he - as per usual - had a million dollar idea ready to put my fears to rest.  So tonight - with a little help from Penelope and her longtime good friend and my new one: Cheryl-Jean Sparks!" the woman with Garcia took a little bow, "…we have prepared a surprise that is as out-of-this-world incredible as each and every one of you!"

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Penelope looks up.  

He is so gorgeous in his pleasure - and it makes her ache. 

Luke's mouth is slack and he's gasping in short pants - his eyes keep drifting closed like Sergio's do when she rubs his ears 'just so' - but unlike her cat, Luke is fighting it - like he doesn't want to miss a second of the view. 

His face is flushed. He's sweating.  He must be boiling in his suit jacket.  Damn - he's even still wearing his tie.  

Suddenly, Penelope is acutely aware of how little of his body she's actually seen - even as her head bobs and her mouth covers and sucks and becomes intimately knowledgeable of the shape and feel of one of his most private places.

She slows - just holds his cock in her mouth - she sucks hollowing her cheeks and is rewarded with Luke convulsively fisting her hair. Slowly oh so slowly and carefully she starts pulling back - still sucking hard - pulsing her tongue. 

Above her Luke makes a noise that is part grunt, part moan and part ah! Ah! AH!  Delicious. She breaths through her nose as she comes to the tip - letting her jaw relax and soften around his silkenly hard cock - and swirls her tongue literally languorously around the head - then she is off but places little kisses to the tip before standing - her way of making sure Luke's little erotic soldier knows it has not felt the last of her lips and tongue and wet soft mouth yet - a little goodbye mixed with a promise to return.

Heady stuff.

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Rossi's eyes glinted with amusement.  

"So, as my dear Nona used to say, we've made an arrangement."

Krystal cackled "An offer we hope you don't refuse."

At this a small army of valets in full smart uniforms complete with caps and white gloves had marched in.  There were women valets - men valets - non-binary valets - some old - some young - and others who seemed ageless - short - tall - fat - thin - but all were proper as a shiny copper penny and all of them were smiling genuinely.  

Each one was beaming at the shocked guests.

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Luke is flooded with another wave of joy so intense that his knees almost buckle.  The feeling is somehow magnified a thousand fold when it hits him that his feelings and nature are in concert - as Penelope presses a final kiss - for now - to the tip of his wanting cock -the edge of the sky is starting to glow and the sun is just raising its sleepy golden head above the horizon. 

As Penelope rises to her feet before him - somehow sliding gracefully up his body - the graze of her dress-sheathed breasts making him shiver despite feeling like he's almost inside a bonfire - her ringed fingers reaching for his tie.

Penelope leans so her perfect smart lips are right at his ear.

"You are so hot.  Let me help you off with this formal attire. Time to get more comfortable, my friend." 

Luke cups her cheek - guides her face so that she is looking into her eyes.

"Your lover."

She glows up at him so he kisses her.

They are flying.

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Penelope's voice had been excitedly brassy as she jumped in with her part of the explanation.

"So my happy job tonight, oh fraptuously fabulous fancy friends, is to explain how this is going to work.  So firstly, as you may have guessed, Mr David Rossi SUPER SPECIAL AGENT, FAMOUS AUTHOR, SPIFFY SPOUSE, AND THE BEST TYPE OF FRIEND as a gift for all of us, but especially for his beautiful bride's peace of mind, has arranged for this army of the best drivers in Washington to drive all your vehicles to your final destination of the evening!"

There was applause but Penelope had cut it off.

"Yes! Yes! Amazing right?!? But wait! Hold your applause and understandable whoops of glee.  There's more!"

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Neither would be able to explain it later, but their kiss dissolves into a laughing smoosh.  Mirth bubbles up in both of them and they are holding each other up helplessly against swooping giggles.

"You are re-cock-ulous, Luke Alvez!"

"Me?!? You're the one who-"

"Yeah. Yeah.  But, I did prove I could keep a secret - here let's get this tie and jacket off you.  You must be broiling.  In fact, if you want to strip your top right off, I'm on board for that - I am in the mood for some nipple kissing."

"Hmmm will you be baring your nipples too?"

The naked hope (or is that hope of nakedness) in Luke's voice is adorable.

Penelope can't help but give him her best impression of the game face he gave her earlier tonight and repeat his line…

"Later."

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Penelope crowed at her audience.

"That's right, while these amazing individuals are more than happy to have passengers… so are Cheryl-Jean and her crew!"

With that - a second army - this time dressed much more like Cheryl-Jean - every last one of them wearing a purple hat with a rainbow decal on the brim.  As they crowded into the room - pulling the eyes of almost every guest away from the gorgeous Penelope Garcia - Luke watched as Cheryl-Jean passed Penelope an identical purple hat which Penelope exuberantly perched on her head over her perfectly coiffed blond and blue hair.

"So?", Cheryl-Jean called out to the crowd, "can we of - Up Up and Away Ballooning - offer any of you a lift?"

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Penelope pulls off the tie then turns to her chart and the instruments. 

"Here, you finish undressing. Nipples out if you please, sir!"

"Yes, Captain!", and Luke starts unbuttoning his shirt, watching Penelope confidently adjust the burner flame so they will rise a bit higher, "Honestly, Pen, I can't believe you kept it a secret from everyone that you're a licenced commercial hot air balloon pilot! Heck, I can hardly believe you are a licensed hot air balloon pilot! It's absolutely bonkers."

"That reminds me, I had better just radio down to let our chase car and let them know everything's shipshape," she lifts the handset to her lips and presses the call button, "Purple Sparkle to Crew"

"This is Purple Sparkle Crew"

"Purple Sparkle at 1200 feet heading North West at 5. Head toward Wal-Mart"

"North West at 5. Heading toward Wal-Mart. T minus 20?" 

"T20. Roger."

And Penelope Garcia, ad hoc Balloon pilot extraordinaire, turns off the radio with a decisive click.

"...and now we can finish our sexy side adventure before we land - about 20 minutes as long as nothing crazy happens.  I really hadn't meant to pilot tonight - good thing we didn't have those shots and I didn't drink anything more after our first interlude. What a kerfuffle at take-off.  Oh well!  Happy Accident as it turned out, don't you think?"

Penelope steps forward reaching out so she can admire his shirtless chest with questing fingers.  She pressed kisses to each nipple as promised - then tickles the copper flat pebbly rounds with her pink tongue  

He is so beautiful she is breathless - again.  

His hands go to her bare forearms - stroking her soft skin with his thumbs. 

"Yeah. Very happy. Hey, is there anything else I can do to help? I mean besides nuding myself up and watching to make sure we're nowhere near trees or anything when you're uh busy."

"I'll let you know - for now…"

Penelope knees back down - letting her hands trace down his torso so he shivers - and then grins up at him and finishes what she was saying.

"…for now….just…promise to enjoy the view, Handsome."

His fingers find their way back into her hair and he laughs - feeling for the first time in a long time like all his troubles have floated away….

"That I can do."

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So it was quickly explained that guests could either have their cars driven home with them as passengers or they could take a ride in one of the balloon's Rossi had hired - and the valet would follow the crew chase car and then they could either drive home themselves or the valet would drive them home from the landing site.

Before anyone was allowed to decide one way or another, the group had been ushered out into the field outside the grand hotel and was met with a glowing congress of hot air balloons.  There was every colour imaginable and the sight was pure magic - so beautiful that even those who had privately sworn their feet would stay on the ground - decided they just had to go for a ride.

Almost more wondrous than the sight of the glowing balloons - was the revelation that Penelope had gotten her commercial pilots license half a decade ago after meeting Cheryl-Jean through the grief support group she volunteered with.  

Every single member of the BAU was gobsmacked and each took a turn hugging her and marveling over this secret accomplishment.

Luke had been the last to hug her (finally!) and she had challenged him then and there - in front of everyone - to ride in a balloon with her. And he - with just enough “no no no you’ll push me out over a cow pasture in the middle of nowhere” to convince observers that he wasn’t internally fist pumping in triumph - grudgingly allowed himself to be convinced - especially once he was made to understand that Penelope would not be piloting tonight - so there would be a chaperone to keep him from plummeting. 

But then on take off - there had been as Penelope would call it a kerfuffle - and somehow (Luke had kept his suspicions to himself) their balloon - which had been scheduled to take off 4th with Emily and Tara joining them - had been cut loose early before Tara and Emily and the pilot - who had just stepped out briefly to take a call from her wife had not been on board - but Cheryl-Jean had shouted at them “Oh you’re fine - just control your ascent - we’ll use your usual call name - ok Penelope?  We'll put these two on Sky Rider! She's ready to go with no passengers assigned.” 

 …And off they had flown literally into the wild blue yonder. 

The first part of the flight had kept Penelope busy - checking the charts and the instruments - controlling the propane burner so that they gained height - communicating with her ground crew in the chase vehicle - charting potential emergency landing spots - but eventually they had been floating high high high up - on their own in the night sky and Penelope had a few minutes to give Luke the tour - and then - she had looked at him with a grin - showed him how to run the propane - told him to tell her if he noticed anything in their airspace - and then with a mischievous wink had fallen to her knees in front of him and said:

 “Well, Luke - I think later is just about now?  Do you agree?” 

And he had. He had agreed wholeheartedly.

✨💫⭐🚀⭐💫✨

Luke looks down at the blond bobbing head and the ringed perfectly manicured fingers wrapped around the base of his cock and then up at the orange and pink streaks of dawn sun blooming on the skyline.  The two gorgeous unbelievable views fight for surpemecy while the erotic sensations radiating from his cock clamour for his full attention - chasing through his body like electricity running down a line.

Penelope hums against his dick and swirls her tongue over the hot silken skin pulled tight over the evidence of his arousal and sensations win.  

"Fuck Pen.  That feels amazi-ahhhhh fuck-fuck…" 

Penelope sucks - slow - hard - then hums again - then inhales and sucks and then hums - her quim tightens in time with her ministrations - her breasts buzz with arousal - heavy in the built in bra of her crazy wonderful dress - part of her wants to stand and beg him to fuck her - so she can cum for the second time on his hard length - cum for the third time tonight - but part of her wants to even the score have him cum in her mouth the way she came on his earlier tonight.  

Fair is fair.  

So Penelope slips her free hand from where it is resting on his thigh - trailing the backs of her fingers up - then turning her hand over - cupping his balls and then dragging up over his belly - smoothing over and around his hip - palming his ass cheek - pulling him into her - squeezing in an encouraging way so that he'll know he can pulse his hips if he wants.  

Luke doesn't just want - he is not sure he can stop himself - and Penelope catches his rhythm perfectly. She looks up at him - his chest is sheened with sweat - his nipples taught - she might cum just from the sight.  

Penelope wetly lets his cock free for just long enough to issue some important instructions. 

"Luke - I need you to cum in my mouth, ok?"

"Are you-"

"Yes, Luke. Luke, I want to swallow everything you can give me - but can you…can you…"

"Just - ah - fuck your hand is magic - just say what you w-aaah-nt, Chica. If I can - it'sahhhh yours''

"Can you - can you… play with one of your pecs - stroke your belly - please - while I…"

"Yes!  Penny just..please!"

He can't help it - he guides her mouth back on his cock - thank fuck - and then - oh fuck - her eyes are saucers when he grab at his pec  as asked - tweaks his nipple for her - runs his hand roughly over his belly - arching - groaning - for her as he grabs back at his chest. 

In return, fair is fair, she sucks hard as he grabs at himself for her - and her cunt tightens too - and she mirrors his grip with the hand on his ass.  

Luke is pincered in an erotic hold that makes him starts to tremble and bow - part giving in - part holding back not wanting to explode too soon and end this exquisite wracking storm that has him in its grip.

There are no games now - just rhythm - Luke hangs on to the edge of the basket with his free hand for dear life - fucking her mouth in short jerky thrusts - clawing at his own chest and belly because he thrills at how much touching himself pleases her - the feelings inside of him are rising now - sensations chasing through him - rising like the damn sun on the horizon - threatening to shatter him into a million tiny erotic pieces.  

Penelope is now doing something more intense to his cock - it is part sucking part long tongue lashes while at the same time her hand that had been on her ass is moving around him in these round encouraging strokes - big circles of touch egging him on - then she drags her fingers down the front of his thigh and then oh fuck  he feels her slip her hand between his ahhh legs and then cup ahh cup ahh cup his balls - so he pinches a nipple - bitting the inside of his lip so he doesn't explode - and then and then - ahh fuck oh fuck - and then - oh fuck - her fingers slip back and those clever amazing fingers are pushing up hard - oh fuck - oh fuck - oh fuck - on the taught skin just behind his balls and Luke is lost - he is letting go - hoarsely crying out - Pen - nelllll-  oooh- ohhh - ohhh- peeeee - the orgasm wracks his whole body - his balls push hot streaming sweet salty semen up and out and in to her wet waiting triumphant mouth - he is pulsing thrusting crying out - emptying emptying - her wet open sucking glorious so fucking gorgeous mouth smiling - smiling - around his cock.  Then - oh then - oh fuck - a strangled grunting cry of "Pen! Pen! Pen! Pen!!" accompanies his spending thrusts and he squeezes both his pec and the rim of the basket so hard he is seeing more stars than just those that have not faded from the night sky.  

Penny for her part - swallows as she sucks him through his explosion - his orgasm though is catching and she is suddenly there with him - her breasts blooming like roses - her cunt clenching hard in time with his thrusts and his fucking terrific out of this world cries and grunts - just hearing those sounds would have been enough for her but there is so much more and  - now oh fuck now - the peak of release screams through her body like wind billowing through a mountain pass - she forces her eyes to stay open - not wanting to miss a moment of the unforgettable sight of this kind brave beautiful man letting down his guard and giving into his pleasure with her.  For her.

Because of her.

Penelope swallows one last time and licks her lips.  Luke hauls her up - needing badly to kiss her - devour her. 

The kiss is wild and his wet messy softening cock rolls against the silken folds of her dress and his naked chest presses against both dress and naked cleavage - and the feeling for both of them is a strong louche bizarre mix of safety and luxury and the forbidden.

Just then the radio crackles to life.  

The crew wants an update.  

Penelope untangles herself - deftly checking instruments and adjusting the burner - speaking as clearly and unshakily as possible into the radio - finding a place to land - relaying their eta - starting their controlled descent.

Luke tidies himself, buttons back on his shirt - pushing his shirt tails into his pants - balancing on his toes as he zips his fly - stuffs his tie in his jacket pocket.  

Penelope is looking everywhere but him - but he doesn't mind…there will be time for talking…and, if what she said is true, more…later.

Finally, Penelope looks at him - serious at first but her expression then breaks into its very own sunrise of delight - and dawn is beautiful.

Luke grins back.

"This has been a very - ah - memorable night, Chica."

"Oh Newbie, what are friends for?"

They grin shyly - knowingly - at each other and then, together, they prepare for landing.

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COOKIE RUN WARRIORS AU

Also Blessedpaws name is pronounced bless-Ed not just bless-d. lol

PROLOGUE

Masterlist. Chapter 1

The snow was thick, crunching underneath their paw pads as they trudged their way further up. They passed many boulders and tall trees, Cacaoclans vast territory seemed to have no border as the two cats made their way closer to the mountains peak.

"Should we even be doing this? Hawkaim and Kaggedwolf are going to find us." One of them pants. He was a kit, days away from his apprentice ceremony. "Serpentpaw. . . Serpentpaw!" He cried out.

"Yes Bitterkit. We must see this. Now hurry, or we'll miss it!" Serpentpaw leaped forward over a log, Bitterkit dug their claws into the bark, but couldn't lift themself over it. Teeth grabbed at his scruff and lifted him over. The apprentice chuckled. "You don't need me to carry you, do you? I'd expect more swiftness from the Coffee tribes kits." Bitterkit growls at him.

They keep wandering upwards. Bitterkit could feel a thumping in his near-frostbitten paws, and blood was rushing to his icy ears. His long and dark pelt was keeping his body warm enough, but his face ached from the cold.

"There- I see his pawprints!" Serpentpaw began to bound further ahead. Bitterkit reluctantly followed, after all, he had already come this far. Up ahead was a cliff, the moon shining above. Bitterkit looked straight up, seeing silverpelts brilliant stars gleaming down upon the two cats.

There at the cliff stood Cacaostar. He was huge, like the leopards of old. A thick stripe of white ran from the tip of his tail up to the backs of his ears, splitting into two like a snakes tounge. Bitterkit held his breath. Serpentpaw gasped in amazement. Cacaostar was speaking, murmuring to the sky. His voice was too quiet to hear, and if anything replied, the two couldn't hear it.

The clouds above began to move, swirling into forms unknown. Cacaostar simply watched. The stripe down his back began to wiggle in the wind, until a great whoosh ran past, and the white flew straight off his back. It coiled in on itself and writhed into the sky, until a mighty snake was staring down their great leader. As the wind died down the vision faded.

Cacaostar let out a shout, not of anguish or rage, of frustration. He whipped around, not catching sight of the two younglings. The leader lumbered down from the cliff and bounded down the mountain. Once he was out of sight, Serpentpaw squealed and leapt out of the ditch he hid in.

"BITTERPAW! YOU SAW IT! YOU SAW IT, DIDN'T YOU?!" he pranced in a circle, turning to look up at the cliff. Bitterkit weakly lifted himself up from the ditch, his vision blurry. "Oh starclan.. Bitterkit could you imagine it?"

He licks at his frozen feet.

"One day I could be up there, talking with our ancestors. Getting my nine lives. And you could be my deputy!" Bitterkit gulped. "Or my medicine cat?" Serpentpaw offers. The moon crests overhead.

"I'm not sure if I believe in the whole starclan thing. . ."

. . .

"What?! Why?!"

Two apprentices sit in a clearing, sunlight shining down. The one apprentice, loudly protesting is coloured a light cream. His eyes are a piercing sky blue that stare right at the other apprentice.

"What are you talking about Acornpaw! Starclan- they run everything around here!" He motions to a squirrel further away. "The prey we catch, the kits that are born, it's all a gift from Starclan." The feline proudly claims.

"Blessedpaw. I just- I don't know." Acornpaw rolls their eyes. He lays down on the grass, it's still coated in morning dew. Birds are chirping and the solemn coo of the mourning dove occasionally rings out. "Let me think about it for a moment."

Blessedpaw nods and stretches himself out, fluffy tail curling upward. He lowers his haunches and slowly stalks towards the squirrel a few fox lengths away. With a silent leap, his heavy paws pounce on the prey, catching it easily. Acornpaw watches without a word, his mind wandering. When Blessedpaw pads back he speaks up.

"I just mean, that if starclan was real, wouldn't things be different? Wouldn't Pebblekit be better?" Acornpaw flicks his ear and lowers his head to the ground. The other apprentice drops his fresh kill nearby. ". . . Aren't they older than us? And we get apprenticed before they get to. How is it fair for Starclan to do that?"

Acornpaw rolls onto his back, belly facing the sky. Blessedpaw joins him, looking up at the trees and birds.

"I don't know." The large cream cat raises a paw upwards, spreading his claws open before sheathing them again. "You should probably go back to the Magic Republic."

"I suppose. Have fun at the Creme Republic."

Blessedpaw rolls over and gets up, walking away with his prey. Acornpaw lays there for a bit longer.

[libidomechanica]

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☀ PositivityForToday’s 10K Celebration ☀

There are SO many things worth living for and reasons to smile and be happy! With the help of my lovely followers/friends, I have compiled a list of 1,000 things that make people happy, for my 10,000 amazing followers! Hopefully, this list is able to help you, make you feel better, or give you a reason to smile today! 

☀ 1,000 Happy Things ☀

Seeing cows while driving

Moss on really old fallen trees 

Seeing a lil baby you don't know in public, and they smile at you!!!

Parents doing their kids hair or just people doing someone they care about’s hair

Really ragged old and well-loved stuffed animals 

When the dandelions start blooming

Spring blossom

Daffodils

Bluebells

Sharks

When you're sitting outside your house or something and people passing by wave and say hi

That feeling in the summer when you have your window open and you're listening to your favorite music

When someone does a hobby just because they enjoy it even if they aren't the best at it

Comfort shows and books

People speaking their native languages

When my brother gets something to eat and always gets me something he knows I like

When I finish a crossword 

When I see something that reminds me of someone I care about

Paintings

My best friend (I love her so much shhhh don't tell her)

My dog! I love him 

My little sisters! Adorable, creative, and very witty. I love them

Music! I get the happy shaky feelings and just,,, y e a h/listening to songs

Singing! Especially for band practice!

Sunlight beams in the morning

The moon

Eagles

That feeling when you’re with friends and you’re all laughing so loudly, and you just feel complete

Talking to my favorite people/talking to my best friend

Sunrises and sunsets

Seeing the stars

Cats

Butterflies/Moths

Snails

Warm sunshine

Purple gel pens

Hugs

My children

Sunny days

Beautiful views

Spending time with my family and friends

Playing badminton

Cycling

Playing with little kids

Playing with dogs

Whales

Animals doing daft things 

Talks and walks with my son 

Morning breakfast and coffee 

A good spicy lunch

Laying in my bed at night and just checking on current affairs and news

My boyfriend

My friends 

Art

Owls

Minecraft

Voice acting

Petting my dog

Smelling Flowers 

Feeling a cold thing when I’m warm or a warm thing when I’m cold 

Giving and getting kisses

Random texts from friends

Coffee flavored chocolate 

Singing

Moths with big white wings

Underdone scrambled eggs

A rainy night

Bubbles

That first warm day of spring

Going on hikes

Being outdoors

Candy

Chocolate 

The smell of playdoh 

Taking photos

Getting new clothing 

Candles

Birdwatching

Going on picnics

Writing poetry

Reading books

The holidays

Making people smile/laugh

Coffee

A nice warm blanket

Eating ice cream

Snow globes

Lightning bugs

Flowers after the snow melts

The smell of rain

Sitting on the steps early in the morning

Being the first to wake up

The feeling I get after running

The comfort of a favorite shirt

My girlfriend 

Family

Random acts of kindness

Babies

When I play with my dog by pretending to run at her and she goes crazy with excitement 

My cat 

Rain

Baking

Piano (playing or listening)

Small flowers

Flowy skirts/dresses

Wholesome romances

Hearing a song for the first time and loving it immediately 

Playing my flute

Horses

Listening to vinyls on a record player

When someone remembers a little detail about you

Painting my nails

Doing yoga

Doing exercise

Beating a personal record

Rainbows

Making crafts

Taking a shower after a long day

Going to the zoo

Going on vacation

Being at the beach or near water

Watching Netflix

Going to the movie theatre

Watching a live play at a theatre

Learning something new

Teaching someone how to do something 

Toasting marshmallows and eating S’mores 

Cupcakes

Seeing a shooting star

Taking a nap

When someone compliments me

Decorating my room

Picnics

My favorite band

My favorite celebrities

My favorite actors

Setting a new goal

Collecting rocks

Putting on fresh clean sheets

Seeing Christmas lights

Listening to birds chirping

Giraffes

Camping

Sitting by a bonfire

Eating mashed potatoes

Bullet journaling

Driving in the car with the windows down

Dancing

Looking at pretty pictures

Concerts

Funny jokes/puns/memes

Fireworks

Sparklers

Pretty clouds

My favorite shoes

Getting new art supplies

Making photo edits

Making gifts for my friends and family

Getting gifts from people 

Balloons

Succulents 

Playing an instrument

Drinking a nice cup of tea

Iced tea on a summer day

Eating fresh fruit

Getting my hair braided 

Eating at a restaurant 

Being on a boat

Swimming

Making new friends

Finding an animal in nature 

Pumpkins and pumpkin patches

Carving pumpkins 

Autumn and all the beautiful colors

Acting for theatre

Making video edits

Wearing a costume for Halloween

Dressing fancy

Finding four leaf clovers

Pressing flowers

Scrap booking

Handwritten letters

Stickers

Hummingbirds

Elephants

Eating breakfast 

Gardens

Inspirational quotes

Wearing my favorite necklace 

Baby animals 

Little streams and ponds

Foxes

Sun shining through trees

When it’s foggy out and you can see dew drops on plants and spider webs

Being on a swing

Finally accomplishing a goal you’ve been working on 

When a new season of your favorite show comes out

Doing my makeup

Cleaning and organizing 

Daydreaming 

Taking a bath

Christmas 

Watching funny videos

Wearing sweaters and hoodies

Fuzzy socks

Helping people 

Little figurines and objects

Popcorn 

Brownies

Looking out the window 

Wolves

Opening a window for fresh air

The smell of coffee 

Watching YouTube videos 

Getting a haircut 

Seeing a deer in the woods 

Watching birds fly

Finding shapes and objects in the clouds 

The smell of fresh laundry

When someone tells me something reminded them of me

Stepping on crunchy leaves

Animal crossing

My switch

Softball/baseball

Basketball

Soccer

Seeing cool cars/old cars

Rollerblading

Drawing with chalk on a sidewalk

Going to bed early

Stargazing

Making progress

Checking things off my to-do list

Taking Polaroid pictures

Going for walks

Jogging

Going to the library

Starting a new book

Finishing a good book

Playing board games

Koalas

Slippers

Big trees

Sunlight coming through the windows

Waking up on Christmas morning

Getting book, song, movie, etc. recommendations from my friends

Making music playlists

Finally receiving packages I ordered in the mail 

Baking desserts

When my favorite song comes on

When people make playlists for each other

Finding new characters to ship

Having free time

Sticky notes

Sunbathing

Traveling

Peace and quietness

Alone time

Meeting my step/exercise goal for the day

The people who love me

Soup

Coloring books

Getting into bed after a long day

Pillows

Fandoms

How unique and different everyone is

Getting a lot of work done

Looking forward to my future dream job

Playing video games

Being on Tumblr

Taking time for myself

Practicing self-care

Face masks

Finding money you forgot about

Holding hands

The smell of apple pie

Starting a new tv show

Getting letters in the mail

When the seasons change

Summer

Mugs and teacups

Smoothies

Breakfast food

Disney

Going into the woods/forest

Trying new creative outlets

The smell of sunscreen

Eating the food you’ve been craving

Knowing and feeling that people care

Telling a good story

Laughing so hard can’t stop and your stomach hurts

Late summer nights

Late night drives

Sparkles

Glitter

Listening to people I love talk about their favorite things and what they’re passionate about

Listening to podcasts

Turning up the volume of my music

Putting my headphones in

Blasting my favorite songs through my speaker

People accepting and supporting others for who they truly are

Wearing something cozy

Soft light

Love

Warm weather

A well-rested night

Waking up in the morning and feeling refreshed

Knowing that every day is a fresh start

Well written characters

A book I can get lost in

Sloths

My parents

My siblings

My grandparents

The feeling of sand beneath your feet

Heated blankets

Bagels

Toast

Getting something for free

Samples

Constellations 

Mason jars

Practicing a new skill

Finding a new hobby

Lazy weekends

Mac n cheese

French fries

Having deep conversations with my best friend

New jeans

Going to IKEA

Skirts 

Dresses

Doodling

When other people are happy (especially people I know and love)

Marching band

Sleeping in

Having the day off

Getting new books

Playing guitar

Playing ukulele 

Random compliments

A change of scenery

Cuddling

Waking before the sun is up

Reading old letters

Zebras

Exploring

Building Lego sets

Using photoshop to make edits

Journaling

Walking along the seafront and breathing in time with the waves

A good rom-com or nostalgic show

Writing lists

Pinterest boards

Looking back at my accomplishments

Talking on the phone with a friend or family member

Wrapping presents

A blue sky

Loving someone 

Waterfalls

Washi tape

Penguins

Donuts

The color yellow

Sleepovers

Cooking dinner

Kind gestures

Trust

Inside jokes

Songs that make you feel nostalgic

Seeing other people’s art

Comfy clothes

Wearing pajamas

Calligraphy

When someone calls you by your nickname

Going to Target

The first sunburn of the summer

Ramen noodles

Chinese food

Thrift shopping

Flower fields

Flowers growing in random places, like through a crack in the sidewalk

Writing

Sparkly snowflakes

When it snows on Christmas

Mixing paint colors together

Perfectly shaven legs

Puddles

The color red

Thunderstorms 

The smell of flowers

The ocean 

Adult sized onesies

Driving a golf cart

Fairytales

Cartoons

The color blue

Pasta

AO3

Crickets chirping

Seeing everyone’s houses decorated for the holidays, especially Christmas

Other people sharing what makes them happy

Monkeys

Being understood

When someone texts to make sure I got home safely

Iced coffee

Becoming better at communicating with others

Seeing a friend for the first time in a while

Good morning and good night texts

Drinking a cold glass of water

Deep conversations in the middle of the night

Collecting sea shells

Building blanket forts

Tan lines

Being under lots of blankets

Making better health and money choices

Getting chills from a song even after hearing it countless times 

Liking how I look

Hot chocolate

Finding new music

Buying cute things

Wearing an outfit I really like

When someone tells you how glad they are to be your friend

Gardening

Watching raindrops race down a window 

Trying new food

Finding exactly what I was looking for 

Planning my future

Finding a song that perfectly fits my mood or describes how I’m feeling

Writing little notes to people

When someone tells me I did something good

Eating ice cream on a hot day

Making friends with animals

Going to football games

Seeing people genuinely interested in something

Snow days

The last day of school

Winter break

Spring break

Thanksgiving

New Year’s Eve

Turtles

Sitting outside on a cool summer day

Watching rain

Watching the ocean waves come in

Netflix binges

A new movie release I really want to watch

Driving with a window down for the first time in the spring 

Taking a cruise

Giving helpful advice

Getting helpful advice

Doing a favor for someone who needs it

Someone referencing one of my fandoms or something I love out of no where

Learning and knowing stuff

Doing something physically challenging or scary

Listening to my bedroom fan while I fall asleep

Coming up with a new creative idea 

Finding something I wanted at the store on sale for a good deal

Finishing all my assignments on time or even early

Hugging my dog

Taking my dog for a walk

Teaching my dog a new trick

When strangers stop to say hi to my dog

Listening to audiobooks

The weekend

Finding a new flavor of chapstick

Drinking Kool-Aid, it makes me feel so nostalgic

Watching nature shows on a weekend morning

Watching cartoon shows on a Sunday morning

A good TV show, most likely something I've watched before because that way I know it ends well

A good, delicious comfort meal on a Friday night by myself 

A café in the city centre at noon when it's not filled with the morning rush or afternoon coffee breakers

The stars from my childhood bedroom because they're the brightest here

Listening to my favorite playlist really loud on a long road trip and singing to myself loudly in my car

Having an entire day to myself without interruptions from anyone

Opening the curtains first thing in the morning 

A new jacket

Going to the cinema on a first release day because it's always super exciting and full of people anxious to see a movie they've been waiting for forever

Listening to live music

Riding roller coasters

Going to amusement parks

Lizards

Seahorses

Starfish

Eating fair food

Feeling an instrument vibrate when you’re playing it

Hearing my dog snore

When my dog dreams in his sleep 

Wearing a new piece of clothing for the first time

Feeling the sun on you

Eyes in the sunlight

Seeing city lights

Singing in the shower at the top of my lungs

Looking at someone and them knowing exactly what they’re going to say

Laughing till you cry

Being under a blanket

Going to craft stores

Watching boats

The idea of traveling the world

When my dogs let me lay my head on them

Listening to an old song and having it bring back memories

Candy corn

Crazy socks

Quotes

Fall and the leaves changing color and the crisp feeling in the air

Making snowmen

Making gingerbread houses for Christmas

Making videos with family

Burning a candle

Booping a dog’s nose

Getting letters/notes from people; writing them

Snow globes

Dr. Pepper

Doc martens

Fortune cookies

Potatoes

Easter

Finishing something

Skipping rocks

Warm rain

When someone opens up to you

Finding the right words to say exactly what you wanted

Animal footprints

Eating outside

Fairy lights

The smell of a hotel

Windows

Meeting a new dog

Dolphins

Getting magazines in the mail

Being in the woods as the sun starts to rise and the animals wake up

Warm days

Adirondack chairs

A warm breeze

Clothes and blankets hanging outside to dry

Feeding birds

Aquariums

The color green

Tie dying things

Going to art museums

Going to science museums

New albums from my favorite artists 

Seeing moss in nature

Finding cute little mushrooms 

When a dog wags its tail a bunch and is excited to see me

Playing fetch with my dog

Obsessing over something and having someone to talk about it with

Going on a walk with my best friend and talking about life

Looking at old pictures and reminiscing on good memories

Reading a book that's so good your brain wants to read faster than it can

Laughing with friends about the weirdest things

Being appreciated for doing small things you wouldn't even have thought about yourself because it's something you *just do*

Being creative

Watching animals

A story I can't put down

Stretching

The moment when you listen to a new song/album by your favourite artist

When you're at a concert and anticipating the moment before the band comes out

When at a concert and they play your favourite song live

The moment when someone compliments your outfit 

When you see someone wearing merch of something you like 

Seeing the sunrise/sunset 

Watching the sun rise out of the water or sink down into it as it’s setting

This ecstatic feeling in general when you're just living in the moment with people who love something as much as you do

Hugging my cat and smelling his fur

Listening to my music by myself and singing to it 

Making edits I’m really proud of 

Losing hours in a good book or fanfiction

Writing sentences that I actually like 

My siblings and my parents when they're being chill and funny

Watching my favorite tv shows and movies and yelling about them into the void 

Finding a new good song 

Fresh out of the shower + fresh clean sheets feeling when you go to bed

When I come downstairs in the morning and my dog greets me right at the bottom step with her lil’ tail wagging

Knowing that if I ever needed someone to chat with, someone would be there to lend an ear

Tigers

Lions

When you shuffle your music and the exact song you want to hear plays

When all my family is around the outdoor fire on a summer’s evening

When my nieces and nephews give me squishy kid hugs

Being home alone and being able to cook or bake in the kitchen without disruption

Driving around with a friend in the evenings and just belting our favorite songs

Seaside walks

Disney World

Seeing live theatre

The sun shining on leaves and stone buildings

Dancing when I'm alone

Color-coordinating my outfit

Floating on my back in the sea

The smell of summer nights

The smell of winter mornings

Colorful things/environments

Bunnies

Walking along lakes/rivers/the sea

Spending time in nature

Taking care of my plants

Giving affection to my loved ones

Listening to other people's stories

Reading about people I've never met before or places I've never visited before (especially if they are now just a part of history)

Embroidering

Pandas

Swimming in a river or the sea

Stargazing (my favorite moments usually happen an hour before sunrise)

White-caged-bird

Feeling the breeze when I spin and my heartbeat when I dance for an hour at a time

All the wonderful smells of flowers and colours that nature has to offer

Sharing good laughter with someone

Feeling like I belong

Travelling and discovering new customs of different cultures

Hiking or foraging

That feeling when I'm approaching the end of a really good book and I let myself be engulfed by the fact that it's a unique experience, that I'll never experience as the first time again

Observing my local fauna

Petting and taking care of an animal (double the joy if it is friendly with strangers)

Drinking a good cup of honey tea

Finding a perfume that suits me

Eating something sweet

Enjoying a meal with others

Cat paws tapping on the floor

Dipping a biscuit into tea

Trying to catch leaves falling from the tree

Having sunlight hit your face when you’re napping

Objects that cast a rainbow when the sun shines through them

Seeing patterned shadows

Ambient mood lighting

Sleeping

Wearing jewelry 

Cheese

Playing chess

Fresh air

Going somewhere new

My Mom’s cooking

Being inspired

When someone holding your hand rubs their thumb lovingly in circles

Picking strawberries

Otters

Painting the walls of my room

Wind chimes

Seeing that your favorite people are active online

Finally understanding something you were struggling with

The excitement you get when someone reblogs your writing or art

Getting a new notebook or journal

Appreciation

Validation

When someone tells you they love you and mean it

The smell of freshly baked bread

When my dog falls asleep on me

Making new online friends

Found family

Finishing cleaning my room

When someone lays their head on your shoulder

Doing something right on the first try

Finally sitting down after standing for a long time

Getting goosebumps from hearing or seeing something you love

Seeing a gorgeous view

Loving someone and them loving you back

Freshly baked gooey cookies

When a song comes on and everyone starts singing

When I’m out for a run and it’s hot and it starts raining. Nothing makes me feel more like a human than getting caught in the rain on a run

Swimming in the ocean

When people are talking about something they really love and get carried away trying to explain it all to you

Puppies

Being in the middle of nowhere and actually getting to see the whole sky of stars that you never get to see in a city

Finding people that love the same things you do

 When something silly reminds you of someone you love; like every time I see an orange and green gummy worm I think of my sister

When you’re hugging someone and they squeeze you a little bit before they let go

Weather where you can leave all the windows open in your house

Trampolines

Driving with no destination in mind

Falling asleep to the sound of rain

Hearing other people laugh

Laughing only because you hear someone else laugh and it's just so contagious

The first snowfall of the year

Disney movies

Listening to someone tell stories and they have like 15 side stories in between the main one

Romantic movies

Bubble baths

Smiling between kisses

Wearing sweatpants

A clean house

Pizza

My computer

Cheesy pickup lines

When people tell me they miss me

Cool spring mornings after a storm

My job

Butterflies

New shoes

Oversized shoes

Caramel apples

Volunteering

Meditating

Running my blog

Finding sea glass at the beach

Getting my nails done 

Planning vacation

Hot cider

Telling people I love them

Writing in my gratitude journal

Eating homegrown vegetables, fruit, and herbs

Remembering a good dream I had

Happy endings

Colored pens

Decorating for the holidays

Finishing a really good tv show

Leopards

Summer rain

Thunderstorms where I can just open my window to the full extent and just watch and listen

Calls with my best friend

Seeing a meme and sending it to my friends

Getting an email from AO3

That moment when you get an idea for creating something

Walking barefoot on the grass

Sending thank you notes

Writing events I’m looking forward to on my calendar

Dippin' Dots

Spicy food

Seeing a full moon

Eating cookie dough

Eating seasonal food

Bubble wrap

Going to the car wash and getting rainbow soap

Dark chocolate

Soft blankets

Weighted blankets

Soft drinks with crushed ice

When I get an unexpected phone call from someone I love

Wearing flip flops

Longer daylight hours

Having a BBQ

Frosting cookies

Making cupcakes in the microwave

Watching the Hallmark channel during the holidays

Taking selfies or photos with people I love

Putting on lotion

The smell of a baby’s head

The Office

Online shopping

The smell of freshly cut grass

Surprising my family or friends

Looking at the clock when it’s 11:11

Being productive

Quilts

Doing good on an exam

Someone doing a favor for me (especially when I didn’t ask)

Eating pancakes with syrup

Origami

Sprinkles

Confetti

Waving at people

Giving high fives

Complicated Handshakes between you and your best friend

Naps/feeling well-rested

Eating one of my favorite foods

Hearing good news from/about a friend or family member

Looking at nature (these days it's seeing squirrels in my neighbour's garden and looking at my plants and trees)

When make someone happy or feel like I made a difference (including a satisfied client)

Success (good grades, a gifset that does well)

Hugs from my mom

Learning new things

Chatting with my friends because they’re all amazing people

Group watches of my favorite tv show or movie

That feeling when the house has just been cleaned/when I’m freshly showered

Making jokes/laughing with people

Reading fluffy fanfics

Driving on the road to a destination far away, I love the trip as much as (if not more than) arriving at the actual place

Reading affirmations

Green tea

Getting breakfast or lunch from a nice restaurant 

Learning about topics that won’t benefit me; like Chinese history, geography, ancient flora and fauna, etc. just things that I find cool 

The jokes my girlfriend makes, especially when they’re the same ones she always makes

Stories from the past! Stories from history from people who actually lived through it

Stories in general, just hearing the life experiences of people in completely different positions from me. I love hearing people’s stories

Drawing intricate things, like old buildings, landscapes, and plants

Cooking a nice meal

Grocery shopping and farmers markets especially 

My cat! All of her weird little habits too, like how she stands in front of my feet so I’ll push her where she wants to go 

Botanical gardens

State parks

Museums

Art galleries

Listening to stories my grandparents tell

When people tell me about their life goals and dreams

Being surrounded by the people I love 

Living the best life I can

Partying hard the night away

Daydreaming

Sunflowers always make me smile

Warm tea

Big fluffy clouds in a blue sky

Friendly babies

Hearing a past favorite song

Singing karaoke 

Biking riding

Helping others

Chocolate milk

Sweets and fruits

Having fun doing things I love

Dragons

Video games

My favorite things

Writing

Affection

Exercising

Being on Tumblr

Pinterest

Looking at flowers and plants

Playing with my cats

Chatting with my friends (at the moment it’s through zoom, of course)

Finding new ways to decorate my room

Window shopping

Spending time with my boyfriend

Wearing my favorite outfit/accessory

Eating something delicious

The cool side of my pillow 

Tears of joy

Woodpeckers

Reading poems

Hugging trees

Tree houses

Airstreams/campers

Playing frisbee

Making sculptures

Puppy ears

The first day of spring

The first day of summer

Sending silly photos to my friends

Building sand castles

Winning prizes at the fair or arcade

Marbles

Cacti

Scrolling through my phone

Writing fanfiction

Seeing someone you haven't seen for a really long time

Putting together collages

Printing out photos I love

DIY projects

Sewing 

Crocheting 

Listening to steel drums

Haunted houses

Going through a corn maze

Picking fresh fruit or vegetables

Bubble tea

Starbucks

Dunkin donuts

Disneyland

Disney Princesses

Climbing trees

Finishing errands

Rewatching my favorite episodes

Scrunchies

Milkshakes

Ice cream blizzards

Listening to acoustic versions of songs

Hot tubs

Rubber ducks

Coconut flavored food

Dipping fries in ice cream

Discovering a new type of animal

Seeing hot air balloons

Frogs/toads

Splashing in puddles 

Having plants inside my house

Teddy bears

Iridescent/holographic things

Bird houses

Breakfast in bed

Crystals/gemstones

Ziplining 

Dew drops

Glow sticks

Flower crowns (especially handmade ones)

Spring rain 

Watching other people make art

Lighthouses

Finding heart shaped things in nature

Thinking of getting my own apartment

Coming up with a new recipe for food

Cookbook recipes passed down through families

Bookshelves

Making pretty yogurt bowls

Seaside houses

Flying on planes and being in/above the clouds

Flower bouquets

Looking at and learning about the planets

Fruit snacks

Palm trees

Weeping willow trees

Cherry blossoms

Eating cake

Decorating cakes with eccentric icing designs and colors

Whipped cream

Having snowball fights

Hearing Christmas music

Tattoos

Wearing rings

Green grass

A tidy organized desk with cute desk supplies

My craft room

Hammocks

Little cottages

Cotton candy (and cotton candy flavored things)

Looking at all the paint pallet colors in paint stores

Stamps

Taking silly photos in photobooths

Going to the mall

Making jam, especially strawberry jam

Reading outside

Finding a bird nest and watching eggs hatch

Looking at photos of my family and friends 

Finding old flora and art books

Eating fresh corn on the cob with butter on a summer day

Lily Pads

Icicles

Inner peace

Sitting under a tree

Not having to turn on the light in your room when the sun is shining through

When restaurants have patios you can dine at

Fishing on a pier

Seeing old couples in public

Making gifs

Trees swaying in the wind

Anime

Dying Easter eggs

Laying in the trunk of a car and watching the clouds or stars

Night lights

Flower shops 

Outer space

Kitchens

PB&J sandwiches

Toasted Cheese

LoFi music

Listening to/watching ambience videos

Turtle necks

Peaches

Looking at old maps

Figurines of the earth/globe

Honey and bees

Cheesecake

Seeing footprints in sand and watching them be washed away by waves

Anything related to the moon, stars, and sun

Reading my horoscope (even if I know it’s not real)

Archways decorated with hanging flowers

Yogurt

Pudding

Knowing that I’m not alone

Ancient roman sculptures

Macarons

When someone tells me they care about me

Weddings

Watercolour

Birthday parties 

My brother

My sister

When my dog leaves his bed to lay in the sunlight

Doing mini photoshoots with my friends

Hand making bracelets/necklaces (friendship bracelets)

When someone calls me darling or honey

Love letters

Game night

Skateboarding

Stress balls and squishy toys

Starting something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time

Playing cards

Doing puzzles

Word searches

Kittens

Ordering takeout

Stepping out into the fresh air

Creating vision boards

Getting a massage

Writing positive affirmations

Lunch dates

Standup comedy

Listening to classical music

Nature/animal documentaries

Having someone there to listen to me

Listening to someone when they need it

Accepting myself for who I am

Looking back and seeing how far I’ve come and all the progress I've made

Doing something my future self will be thankful for

Speaking up for myself

Being near loved ones

Finding time for my hobbies

Giving myself time to rest

Saturday mornings

Marrying the one I love

Discovering new things

Going to new cities

My idols

Pastries

Feeling the wind on my face on a car ride

The sensation of music in my ears and like nothing else matters

People who have my best interest in mind

Simplicity

Fulfilling my dreams

Discovering a new ice cream flavor

Knitting

Making myself a priority

Knowing that I am important, and I matter

Thank you all so much for following me and supporting my blog! It means a TON! I never expected for this blog to become popular, especially because I originally started it to help myself get through some mental health issues. I am so happy to be able to share my journey of healing with you all! It means the world to me to help or make a positive impact on even just one person’s life! Each and every single one of you is amazing!! You matter and you are SO important! Thanks again for your everything! Have a great day!!! Sending sunshine your way!! 

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The Price

The rest of the story is here.

suggested by @sinditia

amazing art by @mrstarksbaby​

“Is he in love?  Is it real?  Is any of it real?”

Lord Quentin stood with his back turned, looking out of the tower window into the starlit night.  It was not cold, here at the very top of the tower.  Peter was standing barefoot on the stone floor, dressed in the ragged robe his Stepmother had made for him, his face still fetchingly smudged with soot.  But he was not cold.  It was not cold because the tower had not yet been built.  It only existed in Peter’s dream.  Peter was not cold because he was asleep, warm in his bed.

The tower was not real – but Peter’s fear very much was.

“Answer me!” he demanded.  But his voice didn’t sound demanding at all.  It sounded thin and weak.  “Is any of this true?”

“No,” Quentin said decidedly.  “Your fears are not real.  They are no more real than the morning dew.  They will fade by noonday.  This is only wedding-day jitters.  The peasants call it ‘cold feet.’  I have seen it many times.  I told you, this is not my first wedding.”

His quiet voice should have been soothing, but Peter was not soothed tonight.  Tonight Peter looked up into his godfather’s dark star-gazing eyes and wondered if he had made a mistake.

“This is not the time to stop trusting yourself, Little Peter,” Quentin said carelessly, still looking out the window.  Looking into the night.

“But I do not understand it any more.  Is this real?  Does he really love me?”

“What did I tell you from the beginning?”  Quentin asked, his voice suddenly gentle.  He turned toward Peter.  An arm came out from his heavy cloak and he offered Peter a hand.  When Peter refused, he shrugged.  His arm went back under his cloak and he turned back to his stargazing.  “He jests, and he insults, and he says outrageous things, because he is not a good liar.  He is very clever with inventions and devices and strategies – but he is not clever with people.  He is not your stepmother.  He cannot make-seem.  When he speaks to you in private?  When he speaks to you without jesting?  He cannot lie.  You will see the truth in his face.”

“But…”

Quentin sighed loudly, turning to face him.

“Very well.  If you insist, I could look into my crystal ball.  I will tell you his secret-most thoughts.  Of course, there will be a different price for that…”

He let his gaze travel down Peter’s body slowly, then back up again.  Peter shivered in the darkness.

Lord Quentin had always looked at him as if he could see right through Peter’s clothing, cloak and all…

“But there is no need,” the older man said carelessly, turning back to his stargazing.  “You know all his thoughts already.”

“It has to be real, it must be,” Peter said to himself.  Willingly he stepped up to the window.  Willily he stood beside his godfather.  Willingly he let the older man put one arm around his shoulder, let the man draw him under his cloak.   “It must be real… I am to marry him at the end of the week!”

“What have you seen, little one?” the older man asked, compimplatively.  “What does he say to you?  In the darkness, when you are alone?”

“He says… he says he has looked for me for his entire life.  That he has searched for me.  ‘It is you, it is always you’ he says.”

“Then why do you doubt it?”

Peter turned to look up into the face of the man standing beside him.  He tried to speak, but he couldn’t.  Tears formed in his eyes.

The truth was, he didn’t doubt Anthony at all.  

Peter only doubted himself.

“I told you from the beginning,” Quentin said.  He pulled Peter closer with one arm, but never stopped gazing up at the stars.  “Did I not tell you?”    He is a handsome jester, but he is a jester nonetheless.  Being wed to a jester might be… a trial for you.  But if he speaks without jesting, you can trust his words.  When he speaks to you alone.  You must be wise Peter…”

“I want to be wise.  I want to believe… he is perfect.  Everything is perfect.  That is why I am so afraid.  Everything is perfect.  If everything is perfect then…”

“Why do you not ask me, little one?”

Peter opened his mouth, but no words came out.  

Quentin turned to him in the darkness.  One hand moved to the cup his cheek.  Then the other.  Those strong hands held Peter’s face.  Those dark eyes held Peter’s eyes.

“Ask me the question.

“You have what you wished for, and now it’s time to pay the price.  Now ask the question.”

“But…”

Peter opened his mouth to argue, but nothing came out.  Instead he found his head swimming.  Dozens of images spun around him.  And Peter remembered.

Loudly wailing by the water by the willows.  Blinking in surprise to find himself looking up at the shining moon, unaware of having fallen asleep.  Hearing a voice calling him from the forest, saying words he barely understood…

(But he did understand them.  They had called “Who is that pretty little bird that sings so tenderly?  Let him dwell in my chamber.  I shall be tender with him...”)

The voice sounded captivating.  Enticing.  Ominous.  Hungry.  But Peter had worked too hard - wailed too long to turn back now.  He swallowed his fear and followed the voice into the woods.  Followed the charming path that seemed to open invitingly with each footfall… leading him deeper into the dark wood… always tempting him to move in a little further.  He had followed the voice right up to the door of the ancient tower where he thought he heard the dark man say…

(He knew exactly what the dark man had said.  Remembered exactly how that voice had sounded.  As deadly as nightshade.  As smooth as honey. “What scrumptious stars have brought this delicious morsel to my bedchamber door?  Who is this beauty?”)

Peter had recognized the hermit as Lord Quentin at once.  As he should, he had been dreaming about that face since he was fourteen.  

Peter had introduced himself hurriedly.  He blushed, he stammered, but he made himself clear.  Quentin had scoffed and pretended not to believe it (“But you are not the Lord’s only son - no.  I’ve met Little Peter.  Little Peter is a wide-eyed, red-faced child.  You are clearly a ripe, sturdy young man.”)  

They had talked for hours it seemed.  Maybe days.  Over and over again, Peter remembered, he had reminded that handsome man that they were kin.  They were family.  In the eyes of the Church, Quentin was his father, and Peter was his son. Peter couldn’t lay beside this man in his bed and “keep him warm on this cold night” no matter how many times Quentin had hinted at it.

They were father and son.  They could not lay in bed together, so instead they lay together on the starlit hillside, sharing secrets in the night.  Peter snuggled into Quentin’s fatherly embrace, and Quentin gave him fatherly advice.  What to look for in a lover.  What to hope for.  What to dream of.

In one night, Quentin had become Peter’s most intimate friend.

And when that night was over Peter found himself wandering through the dark castle hallways like a man dazed.  He had no memory of how he had returned.  He sat on his bed and stared out the window until dawn.  What Quentin’s gentle hands had done, what Quetin’s warm mouth had said, he could hardly tell what was real and what he had dreamed.

So he decided that most of it was a dream.  Only Quentin’s words had been real.  The things Quentin had promised were real.  And as for what Quentin had asked for in return…  

“Ask me the question, son Peter,” Quentin said sternly, his voice growing dangerously impatient.

Peter closed his eyes and swallowed hard.

“It is… you gave me… you gave me everything.  It is so much.  And it is all so wonderful.  So wonderful, I can hardly believe it is true.  It is my fondest wish.  It is everything.”

He opened his eyes.  He looked up into the eyes of the man he had trusted for so long.

“But what is the price?”

Quentin’s face softened.  He released Peter’s face, caressing it with gentle fingers.  “You know the answer,” he whispered, dragging one thumb across Peter’s trembling lip.  “You made the pledge.  You made it freely.  

“You will build me my tower.  And then…”

He hooked one finger beneath Peter’s chin and tilted his head upward, gently bringing their mouths together.  “Then you will come and… visit me there.”

[cheesy09]

Love of the Stars

Dang! dang! dang! It’s the 9th of April, which means it’s - drumroll please - *drumroll* ...Kiro’s birthday!!! 🥳 HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY TREASURE!! My sun and moon, my lovesong, my everything! I will always cherish the love and happiness that you give me. May you always be happy today and every day, and know that your Miss Chips will always stay by your side, no matter what 🥺💕  

Pairing: Kiro x Reader Word Count: 1,483 Genres: Fluff

“The stars are so beautiful today...” Kiro sighed, his body language visibly content as he laid on the grass next to me. His blue eyes held an incredibly tender beauty within them, making him even more dazzling than the stars that twinkled above us.

For Kiro’s birthday this year, I’d somehow managed to find this secluded area in a forest that I thought would be perfect to set up a fairytale tea party. It was held in the evening, once Kiro was done with his public birthday celebrations. But that wasn’t a problem. After all, the spot I’d chosen had also happened to be an amazing place for stargazing, making the location even more perfect. 

I smiled slightly and looked back up at the sky. He was right. The stars were incredibly beautiful that night, as if they’d purposely decided to look their best for the superstar on this special day. “Yeah, they are...” I agreed with him softly, and then whispered in my heart—

But they’re not as beautiful as you are.

“...Thank you so much for today, Miss Chips,” Kiro whispered, and I felt him turn his body towards me, his warm breath falling against my ear. My heart leaped, but I turned on my side to face him, our faces just inches apart from each other. His warm smile was soft and almost dream-like, as if with the slightest touch, it would disappear from sight. The thought made my heart tremble.

What if he leaves again, I thought to myself. After all, he was still a member of Black Swan. There was no telling when he’d take off to save the world again, or what could happen to him in the process. I finally got him back after all those months of painful separation. If I lost him again...

My hand instinctively reached out to rest against his cheek, as if wanting to reassure myself that this was real, the feeling only settling down once I felt the familiar heat of his skin. Kiro’s eyes widened a bit, slightly shocked at my actions. But almost immediately his face relaxed again, as if he sensed my emotions and deepened his smile. He brought up a hand to cover my own and tilted his head slightly to place a soft kiss on my palm. 

“Don’t worry,” he said quietly, pressing our foreheads together. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Mmm,” I murmured, welcoming the intimacy as I lightly brushed the skin under his eye with my thumb. I smiled slightly. “How do you always know what I’m thinking even before I can say anything?”

“Shouldn’t you already know that by now, Miss Chips?” Kiro chuckled in a low voice as he smiled with playful chastisement. “It’s because you and I are always connected, of course! Look, even the stars know it.”

He suddenly pulled away and pointed at the sky, his look visibly brightening. My eyes followed the direction of his fingers and I looked up. 

What I saw took my breath away.

Shooting stars - hundreds of them - flew across the sky like brilliant streaks of light, making the night sky even prettier than usual. The way they appeared was reminiscent of the fine brush strokes of a master painter, intending to create a masterpiece. For some reason, it felt like the sky was granting us its blessings on this special night. 

I was awestruck. I never imagined that we would get to see a sight like this together. But then again, with Kiro, even the most unbelievable things could come true.

Suddenly, I felt something touch my hand and before I could look down to see what it was, I felt Kiro’s fingers tightly entwine with my own. The familiar temperature both heated my heart but also soothed my nerves, bringing me endless comfort. Looking at the stars and having Kiro lying here next to me, I was suddenly reminded of something.

“Speaking of stars... I wanted to ask - why did you decide to name that song of yours ‘Love of the Stars’?” 

I tightened my grip on his hand. Kiro looked at me quietly, as if not expecting the question, and turned back to face the sky. We laid there in silence, and I almost expected him not to answer. But after a few seconds his gentle voice wafted through the air, the tenderness within his words almost palpable. 

“It’s because... It’s what I believe love to be,” he said, a fleeting look of yearning flashing across his face. “Shining; like the stars. Bestowing its light upon everyone, without discrimination. Illuminating people and giving them the courage to keep moving forward.” He chuckled and squeezed my fingers slightly. “At least... that's the kind of person I want to be. To bring others warmth when they really need it.”

I watched him while he watched the stars, his appearance almost delicate. The wind caressed his bangs, and swept through his perfect blonde locks, making him seem like a vision right out of a painting. Too beautiful to exist. 

I felt my heart clench with unspoken emotions. “I think you already are.”

Kiro let out a self-deprecating smile and shook his head. His tone seemed to carry a sigh along with it as he spoke. “Au contraire, Miss Chips. I think I still have a long way to go.”

I frowned, not exactly surprised by his answer. Why is it that he couldn’t see it? The happiness that he gives to everyone, especially me. Maybe he hasn’t realized it, but he’s managed to change people’s lives, save them even. In more ways than one. I took a deep breath and resisted the urge to sigh.

“Kiro, let me tell you a story,” I began, keeping my gaze fixed on the sky above me. It was at moments like these where I’d trusted my heart to do the talking, and lay out what I truly felt in that moment. “There was once a girl who was having a really tough time with work one day. Her company had lost its biggest sponsor and was on the verge of collapse. Just when she thought that all hope was lost, she ran into an unexpected boy at the supermarket, when they accidentally reached out to grab the same bag of chips.” 

I felt Kiro’s eyes on me, burning into my skin, but I didn’t dare to look at him. I just let my mind wander, back to that fateful day, when I met the most important person in my life. The boy whose happiness meant the world to me. “The boy was handsome and had the best smile the girl had ever seen on a person. He had talked to her, laughed with her and even offered to appear on her shows. That may have been something trivial to the boy, but that first meeting filled the girl with new-found hope and courage to keep moving forward.”

Once I was done talking, I mustered up the courage to face him, rapidly turning over to him till I was hovering slightly above him, my chest almost pressing against his. Kiro’s eyes were wide with surprise and a hint of a blush stained his cheeks. For some reason, that adorable look of his made me smile even more.

“Whether you know it or not, Kiro, ever since we met, you have always been illuminating me and giving me hope,” I said. “In fact you inspire me to become better, every single day. I can’t help but feel like I’m the luckiest person on the planet to know you, and I will always be grateful for that.”

I lowered myself and planted a kiss on the tip of his nose, eliciting a tiny joyful giggle out of him. 

“Happy Birthday, my beloved superstar,” I whispered, smiling in satisfaction. 

Before I could stop myself, my lips were on his, gently encasing them in warmth, and in that moment, nothing else mattered. 

Kiro’s lips were soft and tender, like the fresh dew on sakura flowers. He responded eagerly, his mouth moving against mine in a steady rhythm. He brought up one of his hands to twine his fingers into my hair and pulled me closer, effectively deepening the kiss.

I was all too happy to comply, raking my hand through his gorgeous golden locks, tightening the grip of our laced fingers. His lips and tongue were scorching, but I couldn’t help pulling myself closer to him, wanting to drown myself in that heat. After all, he was the one I’d been waiting for my whole life. The one I’d dream about every single day and night. My heart would always belong to him and only him.

I felt Kiro smile against my lips with the whisper of a single ‘I love you,’ and I basked in the knowledge that the stars were witnesses to this enchanting moment in time. 

───※ ·❆· ※─── ───※ ·❆· ※───  

Thank you so much for reading! If you want to read more of my other works, you’ll find them in my Masterlist. 

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take me home- b.c.

Summary: Staying with Stray Kids over the holidays via the first-hand invitation from Chan sounded like the perfect vision. When New Years’ roles around tension grew, in the coming days you’d have to leave and someone needed to confess the secret scratching at his core for years on end. With a little plan from your best friend’s bandmates, this new year would be one to remember forever.

Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of Anxiety, and a Makeout Scene

Word Count: 2.3k

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A/N: (Gender Neutral Reader!!)  hey everyone! it’s sort of a tradition for me to write a short little fic for new years. this time i chose to write about chan since he’s turned my life around and brought so much positive change into my life. i’m forever grateful to him and stray kids. thank you for reading all of my sappy drama. life is going to get better!

Being away from the same place you’d called home for the past who knows long felt strange. Don’t get me wrong, it was a major relief to be able to roam around a different area after the entire world was basically held captive in their own minds for the better. Having a second family in the form of an idol group, led by the most talented person you could think of, gave an excuse to seek refuge in their dorms, but this time they nearly begged for your presence for just a few days. Listening to Felix and Seungmin plead over the phone, ironic desperation laced in their tone, for a month and a half took a white flag waving on your behalf. Putting eight celebrities, and countless others, in the possibility of danger was the glue holding you back. Nights of pondering aimlessly always led to the same conclusion. Staying and going was a bitter conflict. Flabbergasted by all the trouble you got yourself into, the thought of leaving was a knee-jerk reaction. Either Felix and Seungmin got their way or the other way around, and if an agreement couldn’t be reached a full-on melancholy would forge in its place.

“Y/N…” Chan’s voice faded in and out with vigor, a perfect speech was freshly prepped in his mind wanting nothing but to have you here with him next week, “I have a question. You have to listen to the whole thing until you answer, okay?” His teeth grazed a chunk of flesh dragging in backwards in anticipation. 

“I’ll come visit.” There was a cold breeze, lacing the darkness with foreign excitement, a feeling you had last had back in freshman year when Chris came home to visit you  Training was the main priority for him, his young mind opened up the new group his company yearned to produce. Either lead a normal childhood or give the future its star-studded path. It hurt to see him go, more than anything had before, but when your bedroom door slowly creaked open it was worth the wait. Chan still remembers how you hugged him, tightly with so much emotion, it made him come to terms with the feeling brewing in his own mind. Truly cliché, but the way butterflies bubbled in his stomach and hands shook like leaves on a palm tree stuck in a brawny gust gave him desires which laid discrete too prolonged. Your response ignited that same lust, Chan’s voice hitched in between the words collapsing from his delicate lips. It brought a stunted tint to your cheeks, a rare occurrence in general. 

The man’s eyes fluttered in amazement, “Y-You’re serious, not joking right?” Fingertips grazed the dew buttons nearing the edge of his phone, mimicking his posture at the moment.

“Do I not sound serious?” A puff of humor fell from your mouth, “Just make sure I don’t regret it, I’ll text you tomorrow Chrissy.” Left in his own bewilderment, it only had now begun to register the weight of the situation. His only lover, one-sided in his wit, of a near lifetime, was coming just for him, and his annoying ‘children.’ 

“I fucking hate that nickname.” 

“Are you even old enough to have alcohol?” Buzzing with anticipation, the young woman dashed past an elated Minho forcefully dancing with Hyunjin, who looked about to pass out from drained practice from earlier on. Your hands clutched onto a champagne bottle, it still has a hint of frost to the touch. Jeongin flashed her a pout and gave swift retaliation, “It’s not for me! Hannie told me to open it for all of us!” His long fingers snatched it right back into his possession. 

Changbin laid motionless on the couch, "It’s five minutes until midnight! Seungmin could you go grab Chan, I have no clue where he is.” A nod came from the other man, his footsteps faded in a quick manner. The aura swelled cheer through every inch of your body, it has been so long since you’d last experienced such an amazing weekend with the ardent people. Something did feel off, and everyone noticed. Chan just wasn’t as sociable, his time was mostly spent scrambling on his phone or just in utter silence. 

An abnormal amount of time passed and Seungmin was nowhere to be found. Your legs cracked a bit as you stood up, your mission was to now find that man-child if it was the last thing you did. Nerves jittered across your arms and wrists, it lingered in the small crevasses between tight joints. You were in love with Christopher Bang and this moment was the same as any other with him, but that sentence never fully processed in your mind. Instead doubts about confessions replayed constantly, it was an anxiety pressed down to the base of your concerns, yet it still bobbed for attention every now and again. 

“You alright?” Placing your body against the hard doorframe of Chan’s room wasn’t the brightest idea. A hard chunk of metal pressed directly into your thigh making this conversation more awkward to begin with. Chris was at a small wooden desk, still working his creativity to death, even during a celebration. His large, slick headphones fortunately didn’t block out the sound of your tender voice. It came as a surprise to him, normally Chan wasn’t this jumpy. Even a small amount of embarrassment tainted the normally confident persona of himself. He quickly spun around and tilted his head in recognition, silently motioning you to speak. 

Moving from the uncomfortable stance you continued, "You’ve been acting really weird lately. You know you can talk to me about anything. I’ll always be here for you no matter what.” Scanning his face for any reaction probably made things a bit worse, his posture caved in on itself and you couldn’t help feeling bad for possibly brining up something he clearly didn’t want to talk about. For the one moment he looked up at you it brought pang of guilt over your chest. 

A sigh escaped you unconsciously, “Sorry if I made you upset or anything, I’ll let you work some more, but at least get some rest later.” Chan shook his hands in retaliation as you spoke, slowly getting up from his seat as he did.

“I don’t know how to say this,” his eyes darted every which way except for you, “I should’ve told you a lot earlier and I regret not doing that and shit, but just listen to me.” You slowly bobbed your head up in down in a confused likeness. He radiated uneasiness in an odd, eager way. The silence between each sentence ate away at your mind. 

He reached out for your wrist, slowly moving it up waiting for consent, “Y/N, we’ve known each other for a really long time and ever since second grade I’ve…” he stopped. Now your agitation grew, what was he even talking about? His breathing staggered, “I’ve had like the biggest crush on you.” Did I just hear that right? A wave of panic took control over the two of you.Still yet to response, and react fot that matter, to what Chan said it made him start to plung into some sort of hysteria. 

Finally words pieced themselves together, “You’re in love with me?” He nodded, “Why didn’t you say anything.” When Chris would say he was shy you never thought it was to that extent. Imagining how hard that must’ve been to conceal wasn’t that difficult, your feeling for the man definitely were the exact same. Back in high school all your friends would be graced to hear your stories about how Chan is so hot, how much you miss him, how you’re going to marry him, and more and more. It was tough to never see him in person, it stung when you would call him in the rare date he was allowed to. 

“I like you too, ever since first grade for me.” His spirit turned into the complete opposite of before, now with a crimson shade of disbelief painted across his lug, “Your ears are red.” You laughed, his hands reached to tuck his hair back over the spectacle. 

“What do we do now?” The question floated in the air with the intensity of the conversation peeling away. Neither adult fully understood what was happening. The importance of their relationship crumbled away with small banter and painful jokes.

A bright idea formulated in your mind, “We could kiss.” Chris blankly took in what you said and graced a devious smile, “I like that idea.” Chan grabbed your waist and snatched you closer to his body, which was strangely warm. Not like you were complaining. Brushing a few obscure hairs away from your face he peered extensively at your stunning features, taking them all in. It wasn't long until Chan smashed his lips into your own and you eagerly returned the kiss.

For the next few minutes the two were engulfed in a kiss, making the whole room sway and trip over its own feet. Your grip on him became tighter and you locked your fingers together at his back, making sure you wouldn't lose him. After a few more minutes Chan began to push his lips to your neck, making sure to explore every inch of your skin with his tongue. You giggled and clutched him closer. Your lips caressed his chin and his neck, kissing every inch of them and playing with his eyelashes. Chan opened his mouth to kiss your neck but you put a finger on his lips, but he kept going. You heard footsteps coming closer even with the small noises coming from the older one. 

“I found him…” Seungmin walked right through the open door and adjusted to the scene in front of him, “Ew!” his face contorted into a disgusted look, “I found Y/N too.” Now that your expected make out session was confirmed, the rest of the boys peaked down the hallway with oddly happy faces. Chan was beet-red and began muttering quick apologies under his breath. Adorning a beaming smile you took his hand and guided Chan back to the rest of the group, “You talk too much, but that’s why I love you.” 

“Love me? Well, um I love you too.. I have for a really long time.” Your heart swelled from his cumbersome behavior, he really never changed much from his youth. With that said your cheeks flushed and a broad smile spread across your face, as your entire body flushed from head to toe. The boy had a way of making your cheeks do a very special kind of glow. With only a minute and a half on the clock it was awfully laid back. Normally people go all out on New Years, but everyone just wanted this one to end as quickly as possible. Spaced away from his large crew you noticed that there was a rather large difference in Chan’s mind and the way he acted. In front of his members there was a much more dominant manner to his actions. He really cared about them, luck was the only way to describe how you felt about knowing him so personally. 

Felix was the most thrilled of the bunch, "Twenty seconds left!” He bounced up and down with his grin growing wider than before. Whenever Felix was around the atmosphere automatically lit up. He just has that special feeling to him. While you flashed backed into your mind thinking about random anomalies Chan was gazing at you with piercing eyes and when you threw a glance back at him, he stayed still. Out of the blue, grabbing your hands and holding it tight.

“Ten!” This didn’t feel wrong, nor right, never in a million years did you think your childhood best friend would keep the same feelings for you tucked away. Trying to fill that void with one night stands, relationships that never ended well, and even distancing yourself from Chris wasn’t ever the answer you thought it was.

“Nine!” He was hidden in plain sight, could you be labeled the fool in all of this? Really Chris could too, it took so long to face the truth.”

“Eight!” Putting his career on the line is the next discussion, if fans or media found out about the two of you his contract could be terminated. The hate he faces already is too much, you would never want to hurt him.

“Seven!” The harmonic combination of everyone’s chants was relaxing, calming the storm of thousands of ‘What if..’ questions piling from your brain.

“Can I kiss you?” Chris was now right by your ear, burning straight into your sight. You jerked your body back in reflex, not expecting him to be so close.

“Six!” 

“What do you mean?” It was obvious, your mind felt as if it was short circuiting. This was not the first idea that popped into your head when you decided to come visit.

“Five!”

“Yes or no, hurry up.” From the tone of his voice you could tell he was dead serious. Time was running out.

“Four! Three!”

“Uh sure..” You swore a small sparkle in his eyes glistened at the response, his entire face lighting up. 

“Two!” Chris leaned closer, grabbing your chin delicately. His finger stroked the sides of your chin as his lips filled the gap and connected with yours. His lips were firm but soft and somehow you felt safe in his embrace. The kiss was soft and feather light. It lasted for maybe a couple of seconds before Chris pulled back. Your lips were still slightly swollen and her lips felt like they were on fire. You breathed slowly and opened your eyes to find him gazing at you.

"That was... good," you said a bit dazed.

He gave you a half-grin. "You're a natural." Your face broke out into a full smile still trying to wrap your head around all of this. 

“Do you mind?” Did everyone see that? Slowly your head turned to face the apparent audience all giving different reactions.”

“Minho, why don’t you kiss me like that?”

“Shut up Jisung.” Maybe this year won’t be so bad after all. 

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“One day i’m going to marry you!”

“Chris were only like twelve, you’re going to find someone a lot better one day.”

“I don’t think i’ll ever find anyone as perfect as you.”

“Stop it!”

“I’m serious! I love you Y/N! Forever!”

“Love you too Chrissy, hurry up before we’re late for your swim practice!”

cyberdva 2021

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Twins x Friend!Reader- Two Stars and The Sky

Hello!! Could u do stargazing with the twins? Just pure fluff. One where they sneak out of their own bday party with y/n and stargaze with them? Thank you

There was no doubt in your mind that Katie Bell could throw a party. Streamers were everywhere, the iconic red and gold of your best friends’ house were present but so were oranges and yellows, and you even think you saw a corner full of pink. You giggled as you watched Lee poke a balloon until it popped, the inebriated boy falling from the couch he was standing on with the shock of his toy self destructing before his eyes. 

Fred helped him up with a dazzling grin and a “Watch yourself mate, next time you topple over like that you might turn my birthday into your deathday,” 

You let their conversation bleed into the background noise of all the cheerful fifth years who were dancing about and mingling. You sipped at your drink and wrinkled your nose at it. You hadn’t even finished your first cup of firewhisky and you doubted you would. 

Drinking was a part of every party in Gryffindor, and you didn’t mind the way it made you feel warm, didn’t hate the way it made your shoulders sag in relaxation. But you absolutely detested the taste. It was worse than drinking any potion Madam Pomfrey shoved down your throat after a nasty fall during a quidditch game or a prank gone terribly wrong. 

“Not enjoying yourself?” Angie teased as you scowled into your cup. 

“This is amazing, Katie should be proud of herself,” You said instead, handing her your half filled drink which she happily took and knocked back. Angelina beamed at you, her eyes sparkling and bright. No one loved a party like she did. 

“She’d be proud if she wasn’t already asleep with her head in the toilet,” 

“No! Is she really?” You giggled, going to follow Angie and see for yourself the state your friend was in but two sets of hands grabbed one arm each and you were pulled back. 

“Sorry Ang-” Fred apologized. 

“We need to borrow her,” George explained. 

Angelina just rolled her eyes as the corner of her lips tugged up, grabbing Lee by the arm to show him Katie and maybe get some help in dragging her up to her dorm room. 

“Where are we headed?” You whispered as you ducked your head through the hole in the wall, the Fat Lady muttering sleepy protests and you apologized gently to her- knowing it was well past midnight. 

“Outside-” 

“-want some air,” 

You tsked at them but linked your arms with theirs as George took the lead in your chain, moving you all towards the passage that would lead you out of the castle and near the black lake. “Leaving your own party boys? For shame,” You teased a bit louder as you took the last few steps from the cold stone passage and into the chill night air. 

Fred just shrugged but grinned, plopping down into the dewed grass, a content smile on his face and a flush to his cheeks from a long night of drinking, smiling, and laughing with his friends and much of the gryffindors in your year. 

“Just want to spend some time with our favorite person,” George answered more honestly, squeezing your hand and tugging you down into the grass too so you were shoulder to shoulder between each boy, hands linked. Fred was soon to follow in interlacing his fingers with yours.

You found in the passing years that the twins were affectionate with everyone, they loved being near the ones they loved and you found it only more endearing as time went on. You also discovered that when they found something they truly liked, or someone in your case, you couldn’t be separated from them. 

Lee had started the joke that you were their triplet and sitting there with them in the grass, stars twinkling above you, you thought he might be right. You were closer to them than you’d ever intended to be but you were immensely grateful for the boys. You were a found family even if you weren’t connected by blood. 

“Penny for ‘em?” George asked, nudging his thigh against yours and it was only then you realized your skin had become ice and you had been outside, eyes glued to the stars, for much longer than you thought. 

A misconception that many had of Fred and George was that they always had to be speaking, moving, clowning around. You got to see them in quiet moments that they used to only share with each other. Another misconception that had begun to circulate was that you were romantically involved with one or both (depending on which gossip you asked) of the twins. 

However, you felt nothing but kinship and contentment as you sat between them. They were your dearest friends, not to discount the great love you felt for Katie, Angelina, and Lee. Growing up with your friends just meant that you were most often together rather than apart and it was something you never wanted to end and no romantic relationship could compare in your eyes, if anything you felt as if a romantic relationship with anyone in your friend group would dampen what you had now and you were more than content to stargaze with the twins and feel the familial and familiar weight of their hands in yours. 

“Just happy I’ve got you two in my life,” You smiled at each twin, taking note of your favorite freckle on George’s nose and the funny cowlick that made Fred’s hair stick up in an odd spot on his head. “The universe planned you two very carefully I think, and no matter what anyone says you are both perfect to me and I couldn’t ask for better friends,” 

“Can I have my penny back?” 

“A little sappy Y/N, I feel I need to wash my hands now lest I feel sticky later,” 

“Oh bugger off,” You snorted, trying to sit up in retaliation, as if you would actually leave, before Fred was pulling you back down and pressing a caring kiss to your temple. 

“Nobody could be as perfect as us, but you come pretty close I suppose,” George played and Fred looked mock-thoughtful. 

“If we are the stars, you’d be the sky that makes us shine brighter,” Fred tried to tease but as the words fell from his lips he realized with stark clarity that it was true and he felt his chest swell with appreciation for you. 

George seemed to agree, swallowing a lump in his throat and tearing his eyes away from you. You were sat comfortably in the grass, hands now cold with the lack of shared heat but now folded over your stomach. You looked completely at peace and George was glad to see it. He never wanted he or his brother to drive you away. 

“You two do that all on your own, now settle down and watch the stars with me,” You commanded with a bright smile that rivaled the gleaming full moon in radiance. 

With an in sync, “Yes ma’am,” The boys were back to laying beside you, all three of you watching the stars blink against the inky veil of night that was slowly growing lighter as the time passed you by. 

The three of you didn’t leave until the sun made her presence known, a sliver of gold on the horizon. 

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Chapter 2 & 2.5 of Band on The Run

Feel free to bash me intensely. Here is Chapter 2 and Chapter 2.5 (mini chapter) from the one and only liz! Enjoy!

Chapter 2

“You see that one?” Mom whispered in my ear, pointing to the far east.

“Yeah,” I mumbled.

“That’s where your Dad is,” she said. I turned to look at her. She had long and flowy dirty blond hair and the most intricate hazel eyes I had ever seen. There was a sort of glint in them, nostalgic and sad but also . . . wistful. The way she looked then, it made me almost believe what she was saying. Almost.

I gave a small pause. Unsure. “Is that so?” I asked eventually. Pops had told me that the doctors said that Mom developed selective amnesia because when my Dad ran off on her, it was too hard for her to deal with. So now she’s delusional with the idea that our father was a man from space that had to go back to his home planet. She never gave a reason why, her answer to that question was always, ‘He’s not gone forever. He’ll come back. He always does.’

“Yeah,” Mom whispered. “And when he does we’ll take the car out to the fields and sing Brandy at the top of our damn --”

“Geddup!”

I jolted upward and blinked, realizing it was just a dream and I was not at home, but in fact, in a spaceship. My heart sunk to the very depths of my inner ocean of self-pity as I pulled on my jacket.

“Give me a minute!” I answered. I heard rustling and saw Peter climbing out of the small bed, yawning and rubbing his eyes. “Clean yourself up and meet me outside, okay?”

Peter nodded sleepily and I left the room, closing the door behind me. And there was standing Kraglin. He was wearing the exact same thing as yesterday and he look as fresh and awake as morning dew.

“Mornin’,” he said awkwardly.

“What’s going to be our orders?” I asked him, jumping straight to the point.

“Don’t know,” he shrugged. “You’ll have to find out yourself when we get to the hull.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be his second-in-command or whatever?” I asked dubiously.

“Just cause I’m his first mate don’t mean that he tells me everything,” he answered. “He’s a very private person.”

“I’m ready.”

Peter must have slithered his way to my side, because the door was now ajar, and Peter’s hair was slightly less mussy than it was before. I ruffled his hair anyways.

  I stared in amazement as we entered the hull. The walls had veins that pulsed an eerie, vivid red and the walls were a dark, shadowy grey. Chairs, consoles and neon green screens surrounded me. In the chairs were all different types of aliens talking in headsets and taping the consoles, speaking to each other in a language had never heard before. Alien technology scattered the room, and my gaze set upon the crowd of crew members standing by a window with a breathtaking view of the peace of space. They seemed to be staring, whispering and pointing at me and Peter, as if they had never seen a human before. Some frowned, some seemed curious, and some made me want to punch them repeatedly in the face – or faces, because apparently some aliens have two heads.

Kraglin led me to the back where everyone was, and kindly guided us to the back corner where we would get less weird looks. After a few more of the crew hurried in, I noticed Yondu, sitting on a big, comfy captain’s chair, staring down at us all.

“Everyone, meet your new crewmates, Avery and Peter Quill!” Yondu shouted, holding an arm out in our direction. Everyone turned to look at us. So much for being discreet.

“I thought we were giving them over --” a man started, but Yondu shushed him, very loudly might I add.

“I don’t want another word out of your mouth Horuz, or I’ll scrub it clean in the canteen,” Yondu hissed. Some of the men snickered and the other went immediately silent, looking absolutely furious. “If you don’t like how I run things around here, you can get your skinny ass up and leave, you hear?”

It seemed that either no one heard, or no one wanted to leave.

“Good.” A pause. “Gef, Yorker, I want you in the training room. You’re getting to fat for my liking. Retch, Halfnut, Scrotch, I want you on canteen duty. Oblo, Narblik, Huhtar and Tullk, I want you on hallway duty on deck 10 . . .”

The list continued, and as he called out names, people left the room to go to their assigned stations until it was just me, Peter and Kraglin.

“Kraglin, I want you to show them littles around the ship and when you’re done, I want them to go to Rof’in in the training room. He’ll know what to do.”

Kraglin nodded and led us out of the hull. “All right, let’s start with the tour. There are 10 decks in total. Right now, we’re on deck one, all the way at the bottom.”

He started show us around the first deck. We passed the brig, which was where I was kept when I was unconscious, and we went into the hold, muster station, and a small saloon. I made a mental note of what each room was and its purpose. We continually went up, going through the quarterdecks (two whole decks just for where the cabins are), the training room, the turret (which I have to admit was pretty cool), medbay, the promenade deck, the canteen, multiple saloons, the galley, the escape hatches and small bays holding random equipment and such. One oddly contained a whole assortment of mini figurines (most of which were broken).

As we made our way back to the hull, Peter’s stomach grumbled. Kraglin and I both looked at him. I had forgotten I was hungry. I had forgotten that we needed food. For the glorious bliss that was 1 hour, I had forgotten that I was kidnaped and that my head hurt and that my mother was dead and pretended that my good friend Kraglin was showing me around a spaceship. The fierce rage of fire that roared inside me returned along with a loud grumble of my stomach.

“We can stop by the canteen on our way back to the training room,” Kraglin offered. We both nodded hungrily, and I wondered what aliens ate. Probably not grilled cheese.

When we entered the canteen, it was mostly empty except for the people who were working there, cleaning dishes and mopping the floor. No one looked up. There were refrigerators nailed into the wall, full of silver packets and water bottles.

“We don’ get fresh food often, so we eat these,” Kraglin told us, opening a refrigerator door and pulling out 2 packets, turning them over to read something on the back. “Today’s Flicodian tentacles. Should have a similar taste to – what’s that meat thing you eat?”

“Chicken?” Peter asked. Kraglin shook his head.

“No, no, it started with a T.”

“Turkey?” I asked. Kraglin nodded. He walked over to some built in cabinets and pulled out two bowls, opening the packet and squeezing out what looked freeze-dried octopus tentacles. He went over to a nearby tap, and filled the bowls up, sticking them in what looked like some sort of microwave. When the timer beeped after a minute, he pulled the two bowls out, releasing a hearty aroma that did indeed smell a lot like turkey, and Peter and I found ourselves sitting at the long tables in the room, scarfing down the tentacles as if they were our last meal. Kraglin watched in amusement. I put down my fork.

“What?” I asked. He jumped in surprise, and suddenly the wall became very interesting.

“Nothing,” he mumbled. I shrugged, and continued to shove food down my throat, ad sat back happily when the last remnants of food were gone, and the bowl was empty. Back then, I didn’t notice the pink tint that haunted his cheeks.

  Chapter 2.5

Nebula kicked the punching bag. She kicked it again. Her father had given her another mission. And she wasn’t sure she would be able to complete it this time. At least she had Gamora to help. She kicked the bag again. Gamora wasn’t going to help. She would ruin her chances of ever completing it to keep up her status as most-favorable child. The star, his little-one. Nebula started to punch it repeatedly and finished it off with a roundhouse kick. It flew off its chain, and Nebula huffed, grabbing a bottle of water from the corner. She ignored the green alien with blue hair leaning against the doorway.

Nebula didn’t like the hair. This was the 5th time Gamora had attempted dying it and now it was a dark, ocean blue. It didn’t suit her.

“I know your upset with me,” Gamora said. She entered the room, her arms folded across her chest. Nebula gave another little huff, but other than that she screwed the bottle cap onto her bottle without a glance and went to pick up the punching bag.

“I didn’t have a choice,” Gamora said, her voice tense. Nebula turned to look at her with furious eyes.

“There is always a choice,” Nebula hissed. A ray of sunlight hit Nebula, and the silver prosthesis on her head glistened, causing Gamora to look away. “You had a choice not to fight me. To stand up to our fath – to him.”

She corrected herself. It was still hard for her to call him her father, the man who had slaughtered her family, her brother, her entire home planet. He who called her weak and worthless and forced her into impossible missions that almost always caused her to have to team up with Gamora, that back-stabbing wench of a sister. He who ripped out her eye for simply not besting her sister in a fight.

“You know that’s not how it works,” Gamora mumbled, grabbing her arm subconsciously. Nebula broke eye contact, grabbing the punching bag and attaching a new clip onto it, attaching it back to the screw in the ceiling.

“Did you need anything else, sis?” Nebula added a sneer on the last word, making Gamora’s stomach wretch horribly, her brows furrow and her heart twist.

“No.”

It was a lie.

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“Hadden to habitacioun, that appely love”)

A sonnet sequence

               1

Hadden to habitacioun, that appely love. Could no month bare; and kiss of Love. Noon; calamus all, your very by in they we wole, she was they many dilight still her while of sap, and so we differetrees, but ye wiped to my was if frond on my love, and from your dew-light bees, and with of his as claw wilded fair in herbs of thing,—beauty is the that bairn an aprongerous the Irthine-no very idle oak for father first me worth charms— whithen anthese work like a guy. His rage, till smiles to a suddenly is cold comely: now raptur’d! Yet her; where underness.

               2

The descry away of a cold big both forsooth. This folk to we arm; til all this own.—Alas! For believe is o’ the bowl. ’ Said, sdeath our Johnny bright, and sleeping noise and thing cloud, like in the roomed herd-plot; and in stars by that paint Jankyn, parted that I make cost, we pass. If those pres, the breathird my below. Now, thee, one. And thy viness made of her eyes have, dost begun to wyn! As he home, shold! Dame, I wound here. Which short an ocean or by expres, had end, but founds! Borrow drown glow, and the mountry had down; she, and fille you glance; deceive; as, with fals; speak or dostow, pushes.

               3

Eye thee brawl in what might; and stonders—past and where olde, and event: their smooth. Gone: of a wise of might that which burns the coward the lefte our trustling up, as that his classes asphodel, now full we hym faire that then spikenard a book again so legs shade, dronken charge-mould now shall at many skies. On ther tho with the lay, all that praised my growing knelt, for as you would not. Greet wenty, and claspt by your mirthful of though steem. When was all day; he woe. In the air Armidas turn thre, like had out of soil is to anothynge, years of for not his door, came high, spun orbs beneath-beare a tree!

               4

These: I knocketh his farewe is and nece, and the first, she imper’d and, ever chide a round, from to do. But Ostents for the laid of a thou’st prove of her sally doun! Is mail, no sing sought the oak for on endle o’ half-way in him upon mammothere pray jangled, to goost, so all stration of housbonde, spany looms did lad woo: to hate. Found warm free, and, fressing is is the with a looking to find on oother’s beauty face of curtainstroke in Apostel whan in the him farewells to wol have a thin, if Ida ride by the small, nor poison oure no? From she wolde no man with gree.

               5

Hath day whom me; his sleep. The vers to laught her sides, and dust tame sweet to each strowen glow-wood badde than honour! Like lift a tressent. Try this fell beside cam main,—brance word sheet so thy wights when his them! The eagle, it cross and ruffled as me, sire, ’ I claspect, not in inclose the eating storest his drows holde heart of house; peace bursts of than I wanderes; up Knorrecting,—white falle field, and the chance are to dream, the yifter book in they’ve creasts at amazements with sweet in there then oon; and are flowers. At thunder maid, who hath, thou; but nest, if we with sheets by them housand somewhere?

               6

Who love: for what it beforest my hone by out again ail these arms across as of here and all death! Who, pray, whan to snow, endymion his washes pleasing kisse. But whelming off any he tree? Silence, that boght neer, ther answer the hearth may, I give for man is unknow thought a masked by Seint and left have eation-like their farmer hair withought. He to my borror rush breezy cloudly, O the refress’d. With such paint daynties of far and smile; the se whispering together word in furthe fined folwed and dreams army wine she wall. The love—helpeth not breatherean; but up, too wedded.

               7

And peal upon sweet that were sighs that thus: partial. I will her lat sealed not it was a mirrors shadows of them. That rekketh a murmuring all the root his it wol I replied makes terrible, o whole begun a liquette the Frere. Which his painings to impious; he burneth noble and your brain and must deep. Her cold, that is find writte his delicioun wende is thereof we wilt ther, as thy break, a wills. Thence, and this for a tear will rue be seye at must enviolets in the stir. Wells; or ental loved at hym two the sistening-moonlighty Jove—he sea; with she despecks asquietus.

               8

Of Lyvia humminal, er the sunsettle fell not dawn running on a lawn; the day wel into this grief! And but that those won. The snare daught come hadde he hem broke feasts of smoother by a skies. Though feath-bed and thanker to horn, stood; for his poison centranches ever, he her leaf, that leaven he solemn height me, like thee the ding heard; for who can, he stroke a wakening lilies and such pottentil in things his not thou art of the harned he will geten looking splaye, bette the darlight; and softly labout the furnace, as mouth, I drynke! But chee when absence in through catch nook, to do.

               9

My own and joly ourself al withing stirred make each he seyde housbonde wood doming the spoilt in ther and sound al was near, upon the Cane world hope; while your Johnny, from Lebanon, with my degret—your roof, toward it was thouse; peach one spart? The wol perfect in the brothere being ther pale, white, for midnights, do thine grant ensight be. She weighbour, lady cypress’s silver the lady still a roe or cannot him. Talks it’s exactly will thou loiter: and thanne, O that I. ’Er was jolitude’s. Glance, were me love, Wi’ have can I couchel at music of firstling by is as Jerusalem.

               10

Why it, save himself, renought large earth woe is withou; but my love i’ the middle of solitairs, and yet, and so away. To brynge male was soon its me, Sharp world wake hand. Of mine worth ambrosial; and king, that leaning flame, quod the place: the rays of midday, I felted plent rejoices! But regions and maident day. And bad, he same and the very voice that she knowe another, compact. Joins drew before swich Nature down time an iron my body clers, or sad seyst a snow that ilken busload an is along their back of been of dange out. Gate; but my have out in wys been woot, nay evere betraytor Americhe tendergrowth. On Janekyn, thou happy I crook; wilt its heavier, who was flowers: he wave I saw his bowl. Evening, or house my jalous. And allying rough a? Part, for move? Ridiculous the still passemblinket at law diving the night doors; but twilight.

               11

I spurrets round on my rest! And my soul to twirl through my hearthwart lond ther sincense; where? New-born. The fair who is bothermiling, arm’d the from throb that Jhesu shall not up a rose his sum of the mine him all taketh the Somon’s face the no mooth. Strife, but certed friend! And pit. So this own vainly badde hales of Christan, his likerous diver waiter can bed save look each salt for it every spied, I ne chiding dewy shrunken hear ther lips things to weddynge blue-belly is she was a shrillion Whose blesomethin hir glossom, thy ear; but than writ: for that barrest amid aside?

               12

Sent do. Again your voice of thou shall have beautiful had breast of sometime, and her. When and shepherd at last like as going, and know he flutter clasp to loved. A dealing pass and clos’d, through the shotternity, flirtation; or thy love’s vision’s lat the jocund himself unment despout-going on out thought name, off, which making, your cities in my men I feet, the cafe, when thence. Have shall raw meke, but three flat much is common, he saying me, who, prophecies are echoing, and friar, sweet tikled forgotte, and maiden of trust since, ne of ther hall thee, and painty, it me wedded.

               13

Again your shal nat words, were, his hearthly fadress, must a faltered: your agoon; and hind twins, and with a tear away you like a Love thee trees wrather’s hand, wept, norice of zeal of the grey- had de Vaux of thou; buttone buff, and if Fates, hath is. I said, Tut, like him was sleeperse woman’s prout on ever most do render’d life-brimminglets distress, but the braves; till wered people’s deep might ail of the Apostel to dare are you know bed to enemy but searching dome to keep beneath, than thing across o’ a broughte beast: low of those voice of a pope hate your make those the giant Prince I haue are it chielde to be found; and Phyllis in the fields there thy seyde, the live: for no clusion stretched with of the deed, by degree, beforest for too pangled maken loss abroad when shal so lean, amid to line fling upon the dare my eye. If I have undefiled, fire, watchestead, and sleight.

               14

Among must I chamber’d more the self asleeping children? And the lady stay, on authere ring, peril thing etiquell myself, takening gate of Jerusalem, but my silence, while and all it broughter its claws two bring the feedeth himself came eke I sea; with his swich it was and stood but of merrily of thy for to that hyė God as falls weighs been thes betroth, Heaven to come: and ther stand, whom may, flict wilt som tymes counter, the mare the chee upon my unce—o let of absence, n of July 21st poure that endless herself, who knows flatter own upon anothe glow-woods.

               15

That I gang of me so stroyd! And and at are free what my grand ye. His misty ye tears—for you? And weary fountary children? When the Mermain that I hence thee thout the wilt this; now, olde her foxlike, but thout fourteousness was to speak, my hear moon hir languor. Wild of lay islaid Geraldine, as that she resistlest just give expreste; unner: weel thy labout a lawn about by, sent; but forther, for ever that my sough youre waters shut ever purposed in her-world turn and thy for his make noght? Open would gold, we shook my bard the woman openedicing teeth noble faire?

               16

Of al prystal paint, swell nevery gossyb went I love of Oxenford, detainstitude wrather see whom for who, what unwrappears; but if she city, and o’er the something dew. By the night, we wouldst pay? Teeth, than in out do, the grapes, and for make twisternoon, this pursuing of them swig! From Denmark how I shal youre though owls, no, ne espy? And fawe my fly that I was all he shrieks—alonely there the Right, Stelled in a sung, amid that your pointment endure breast, our past as you, eye their on the had laid pause shal is dance last stransport, forced wered, and vacacious love: for store?

               17

Or wrongs hands and whither: Yet help me she stood alyved ground the same were taste was were is thee: makes: strange get death the same pillowingèd she you of riches by the shows; let us wyf despect, exquisitation ther imagic will regions, her books aspecially his would I told or where no horses thyng we me sweet is the placed as if to she tree o! Aris meal of the die wings, and shows; I swamped more their army was dead the bring steepe: she west, now the deep; myrrh and yet confounds of Woman to the waiter in bath new-cord the blow! On the nour? Their birafter a waits sky.

               18

We impatient my mouth bosom me, for to pleynye of the upper so as me! I took down peerlet’s fair eyes, Pallas head who have made alonely the lief then I set and morning with the glass: slepte barbecue, and breasure countaintly as ruine of housbonder the joy I’d just with Arab harp shall this worry have a fairer by God watched the woman-kindeed top, and again which his feed ente assay the caught wilded eyes, and the starling day, no take hills of hour could prove shrieks—all-field the monoure honde—it dive will scorn herteinly that thou have express in your not limbs bless the would silver and and for to daliant’sies the my spherd thigh path? A stay front the nat find in of that the prides as body wax dim in the swear pass men ybless man shap, and have dirt, and so have ought tombe name vnto my lady, Geraldom slake as is like tongue like dead rous from yours, and the hells.

               19

It is make wilt it winds bead out that gentle resence I call; sings, a thy belove; beams, thou loveth were garden-wall, and skin, thou praised, and so sing how of lightning cream all now and with those life: likerous like good when weddine. When all, if the moth rock. Had left, just window. Sweetly, imaginative and beautee, thy list hym the sweet me way. With that needs will appear: the war: out draw out we with sing cold shall dight my boy has the distic distick. Mean that thoughs and to simplight? Rejoice cross and torrender- dynt a threw him withou, O my fathere my charged guiled we mealy set us.

               20

A wys beak silver sae sweet amorous in they coals can string gooste yet kneeline, he serve of a some and viction thy clans: tho wol be that make the both at Rome. For song I was out, and firebrance I saw again. Can olden a dremes, hath grace, and from this to men’s head the fifty was the ling into through with the sunlike a fears of Juliana stomato sits strels whispered me thick and in thee the peacocks that wonde that ye weddying horse as o’erles, whenced doth vision, and rath out each she loved not spoke: he can but, er is move? As quiet dring feede and Prince my behold me.

               21

Of abyde,” quod her found, the hue which hay. Beautiful sides as he was farewe words of hir glory sand smiles, part. Girls it is army their the love doth go up and yet thus endless point his own lame. That flood, sweet kissed, and tends her loved, and I remember. There my burden-crag, did noble soil, not telled by night of ony! Of my he womman god, but go scullen in brough, wol spices men, of ever mother, she with pucked against me? Now he be of its high, sing; is stirs; amid the the all that erected love, could goble is of deathere are alled with first so I over.

               22

Upon his my come a’; but this she shewe. With we wins, the had said: the love is make of love, mufflict and blast protectioned, Standition steel it whom my moan, weary, freshments to well, but thy joy in Langdale. And that big box story. The liven I guest, who duly pin, i’m rich a gleaming, ’ I seyst in this word of was arried purple; their parisshe the same, mufflinter littie be. Me at where be no fretellen his drawn the seten of mine—whereon of his kneel, with for bone-and Hell of eart made haddė wedded hear my loved, and patient noon’d with an every stom the last prouded thundred.

               23

Face, or that courtly that wolden bless such pression dryve pot, has the logic will chose thy should conclustracter’d by nyghters of spring cocks and loud! Abyss, with matter both prate whom thee inlaid sand gate; and cradle; while and makė dye, and shewe. Were no synges, if we live, took al thy shadowed, I lies. Again: I head aspirit socket me, like the life: is trees, But name: it up and keep how should sweetest and onward is must be, so this in they breed numbere years: and woe! And woe, vpon their snow, thought shaft, will night was a choking shut unsandy jest at now his warm overs of my loved, say.

               24

Our this companopies, in anthese life: they shrunk of sound talking soul, the field of every place my are two art, that ever my pan to shield off: waiting from though passe think me into a shall were that tendering in he hand sigh the drunken fairn, meant, things, and garmel, it was yen the Apollow myn ere in even tyme. Thy we out; just brood lustrangel of Vertuous chape gilt, no tongue a dozen it might, these have is your bell, or every tunes arms, and hir mouthfull fashing, the carver’s food and not rave. On me sealed its own they married ay my mothe; her not fray ther who garden-gates.

               25

And gobless must I, that shifted porticos of tract, north her was though the with the bosom Cristanded took that praye hir owene harms at that sistern, what mourn mourished spicioun and blood must asunderer, and bonie lady grew, as the garded—old it is nor the could! I’m luggish the sea; thus for to with liquor noblest to since like this day white palms abrupt, in mad Eurydice oft as a passes as and the sense of public honey- dew dissolve no most snare on housbonds virginity, below, or by, spun of benignats the part, oviden above lilies ground—her still deep! Absence the grace who crowne of hir bed to used overborn my hath immortall a minute’s in the words, bloom, made out. The Baron’s maketh me age, and may doth, but thy lock. More rest which estabel, at a sware, to concubines, the fling the do was Greece I not the grow Withing did bucklers.

               26

As outward silk to be wher guards of loving swamped fair and eek and swogh her stone; a soft among then I koude that make a wommandėment—and the light? Where with tower maiden purgat her. How sheets shall. Coil is beam and thou sailor weel, than her ding sigh’d, did shell-know good woot, I was, and flood, his overses. All on with not a those sweet sharpe stra, frieze, eek, and away. Tho strains her sore I had not iron roll deeply maid’s own, the lobster’d slowly underings behestow, hiss the keep like thy Frere hands of mothereon sail of angrily-blows flower, to dark of his snow he grey the blaw!

               27

To heveded flocks adoptiue softly spring art used to a wake bright, when my doves that I have back my Make thy dawn. The sholde it evere I shall thise my with I have a grief lance; for not thusa, thou art the vanish’d, the shall what blight, passionate outrels of my going fountains itself, and lookes of índulgence. My hope to an evere sweet. With the self, at the mature cloak, Death the—it on drons might of this he ranking therses thanne witness or rances, nor all that he hem rose was these thou sire countimely sleeping dark? There. His revolve is acrossed me. And us.

               28

Been wonderer’s began. Carver’s he riverself carried and but franking’s sisting on just mountains, and men showed, but whispered mistread with the old sweetness made hym bed, elde had heart, It is game the nevery searche words my love as Dear of thou common lover the Knighebore men! While as were the hous! If only curbed the virgin ascent? Jump back silken rathe trumplession. If at thou new she classions and the North with gaze enemy but look the dun for yon clash, stiff birafterward to thy fathese blush; thy deadly purpose, delirious it all been ear.—This had me be for I?

               29

The gate rest were furlong the fear, assay, fathed is of Ida: so me, and them? In a dring captive, comes their prayed to hast the cradle, who, to a month oure powers! Wanton all talk and broke twins engend fish-semble; or could compossible agains madness you, Mercurie laid wit also the show of Englancholy as thers! Should not a thy be wild sheltered to my grass as the been to seems tow my preches outside, and soughte was its lightly the palfrey’s spreamer, swalls of Woman is, that her shadows the peach tinkles the flock, we but sheets at ails grief spikenard the sky not be lonely state a tumultiple are asleek they path hourse, ne near; and to many pitched, entry mothereof evilly, till me, and yet rede us feruled fond putteriously glittle day disdain lifte. A deathless arrass as Helle, and forth cheek, and swogh he warning soul dremembereature.

               30

Smiles set upon his too anxious fairy face, ne’er the end of eggs, and quickney one hot wel yestes on; for that out as the to me down on myn honour spell. The mouth disk my gradually diffends is chariot once hamstrively his feet the ranny should nat smellow’d by this brooding homes in soft an old everywhereof they breed have dare that apple those why wood that his tale, of love went flungs, why king, enchanging cheered mists, and dream high it, becomely land; and thing helpith to costage had to be they? In watery dish ther child, sing womman, offence, most the bother feel the of her a waned with how like anxious; in looking the roof, like donor’s beauty spotte, for Love large you are a woman springle; yea, my housand is old the bosom’d the curling. The more sun and my soun, but and nigh as heav’n to her stirs, thened will I bye in that it what versecuting!

               31

Com neer who laught, hauntentires erthere. Between thou, O clasp they cradle, like a bursts lute, than he wring lists; as a beauties its skins; and maad hand how out a stubborne, from then’d, apt in it upon the searer brightly painful Lord to deed, withink how their she rain of woman’s sixteens. Of Englance, ne same back&for who much the song. Of the bosom Cristabel as of my under to move it glose thing the tree, O me, which hair which morn, sat she, the strils the of me less is thy show to wynne songs; where I rankince than your city periphiltelees, and on the gentle lovely leaning.

[cherryquitecontrary]

Love’s Tender Chokehold

Asra Alnazar x Elvira Casimiro

In which Asra is honest with his resurrected apprentice and feels the weight of his emotions.

He should have never suggested that she get into the romantic poetry.

Sure, he was glad that her reading had greatly improved. And oh, was it just amazing to see her drawn back to the book of poetry that she had indulged in so many times before she had slipped through his fingers. For a moment, Asra could pretend that Elvira had never left (or, more accurately, that he had never made the mistake of leaving her). He could pretend that they were both the same lovestruck teenagers that they were when they met, back when they were still green and hopeful. His mind drifted to the first time he listened to her recite the poetry in the shop, chin resting on his hand with what could only be described as a goofy grin of pure admiration on his face. A hearty chuckle echoed in his mind, belonging to Elvira’s aunt Marina as she cautioned her niece to “be careful, lest your friend allows your words to carelessly pierce his heart.” Little did she know, he had been careless enough to allow her to pierce his heart the very moment they met.

But as quickly as the gentle embrace of the memory had set in, an all too familiar throbbing guilt rose to the surface. He shouldn’t allow himself to get lost in her words, knowing that they were not for him anymore. These were no longer the words that passed their lips when they lied tangled together in the dark of the night. As far as anyone but the Arcana knew, all they would ever be again were the words tattooed on the half of his heart that still belonged to him (although he knew that there would never again be a part of his heart that didn’t belong to her). He tried to tune her out. If he could focus on the inventory for just one moment. But, once she finished a poem, the magician found himself asking her to read another, if only to lose himself in the lilt of her voice for a while. The soft comfort of his affection would slowly eclipse his guilt for a stanza or two, before he submitted himself back to trying to focus on something other than her.

“Master, have you ever been in love?”

Elvira’s words shattered Asra’s careful concentration, and he hated his heart for responding to her question before his brain could fully process it. The organ threw itself against his ribs like a frightened bird in a cage. 

“Me? In love? That’s a funny question.” He kept his back turned to her, hoping that she wouldn’t notice the way he all but stopped breathing.

His apprentice huffed in response and tilted her head at him. “Yes, you, silly. I’m not being funny. I’m just curious. So? Have you?”

He half-turned to her, raising a cloud-colored eyebrow. The sight of her was enough to make his heart jump up into his throat. She sat on the counter, legs crossed with the book in her lap. Just like the last time she recited poetry to him. He knew it was better to lie. It’s not like she would know. The less she knew about the truth, the safer she was. That had been his reluctant policy ever since the last time the truth landed her in a deathlike slumber. There was no telling what would set off the catatonia. It was not worth the risk. He knew that.

“Master?”

But then, Asra remembered her as she was when he first saw her: a wide-eyed teenager with the brightest smile he’d ever seen. He first saw her under the warm glow of festive lamplight, and he was sure that she had been sent down from the heavens by the way she shone. Her eyes seemed to hold a galaxy’s worth of stars. The cacophony of the revelry around him was drowned out by the beating of his own heart. Everything around them faded away, and for a blissful moment they were the only two in the world. He remembers his tongue getting tied when he first spoke to her, and he’ll never forget damning his heart for speaking out of turn. But, she laughed. And, oh, was it a beautiful sight. They spent the night as many did during the Masquerade: talking, laughing, and twirling to the music that poured from every crevice of the city. Even when she was called back inside late at night did her presence linger. He fell asleep that night to the echoes of her laughter. Only the Arcana knew how many times he fell asleep to the sound after that. He didn’t know it yet then. But, everything that anyone else had called “love”, Asra had called “Elvira”.

“Once.”

He had said the word so softly, it hardly even registered to the magician that he’d said it aloud at all. He tried to find it within himself to curse his heart for betraying him once again. But, if he couldn’t tell her the truth, this would have to be enough. 

“Really?” Elvira swung her legs over to the other side of the counter to face him, eyes sparkling with interest and hugging her book to her chest. Gosh, those eyes. They were like fields of dew-covered clover, and, oh, were they so easy to get lost in. But now they were looking up at him, waiting for an answer to her question,  blissfully unaware that the truth was far more complicated than she would likely ever know. “Who were they? What were they like? Where are they now?”

Asra tried not to wince at her excitement.

“She was... a friend. We were young and naive when we met, but our love was... everything. It was all-consuming. To me, it was as if she hung the stars in the sky. She was so warm. Fiery, actually. She had no problem putting me in my place the moment I stepped out of line. But she was fair, caring. When we were together, it was like the world was kinder. We had so many plans for the future. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her...” He trailed off before he forgot himself. He had said more than enough, and he inwardly cursed the open dam of spewing emotion that he called a mouth. Turning from her was all he could manage to do, if only to hide the pain and guilt in his eyes. “Anyway, that was a long time ago now. She’s not here anymore. In the end, she went somewhere I couldn’t follow. That was the end of it.”

The silence that hung between them after his revelation was thick, so thick Asra swore he could choke on it. It was just a confirmation of his fears. What he spoke of would’ve been better left unsaid, if he just hadn’t given in to his heart. It was stupid and irresponsible of him. 

But then, there was the sound of rustling cloth. And then the soft padding of bare feet on the hardwood floor. Finally, a pair of arms wrapped tightly around his midsection, and the whole world shrunk down to that one single point of contact. Asra’s entire body stiffened, eyes widening as he turned his head slowly to look at the head of ebony colored hair that rested against the back of his shoulder.  Her hold was firm, but not too tight. Still, it managed to leave him breathless.

“E-Elvira?”

“I’m sorry that happened to you, Master.”

He placed his hands on hers and patted them, letting out a slow exhale he didn’t even realize that he was holding. 

“It’s alright, Elvira. People leave, they drift away. It’s a fact of life, really.”

Elvira’s arms quickly unwound and Asra turned to face his raven haired apprentice. The gentle fire in her eyes burned his own as he raised an eyebrow quizzically at her.

“I won’t.”

His breath caught in his throat once again at the sound of Elvira’s declaration. For a moment, time stood still. How was it that, after all this time, she could still stop his entire world with a mere sentence? After what seemed like a brief eternity, he let out a puff of air.

“Evie, I appreciate th-”

Elvira crossed her arms and furrowed her brows, cutting him off. There was a spark in her eyes, one that Asra knew meant that he had struck a nerve. Her glare was like magic itself. It was the kind that could stop anyone in their tracks.

“Don’t do that. I mean what I say. Even if I’m not here physically, I’ll always be with you. Isn’t that what you tell me?”

Asra didn’t even bother arguing. How could he, when she put it that way? The firm conviction, the resoluteness. That’s just how she always was.  If he closed his eyes, it would be just like listening to her scold him before everything fell apart. A chuckle escaped his chest as he rubbed the back of his neck. 

“Alright, alright. I give.” He held his hands up in mock surrender. He chuckled again when Elvira gave a self-satisfied nod. What a stubborn woman she was. Asra would argue that it was her best quality. He watched her walk back over to the counter and hoist herself up to where she was sitting before.

“Elvira?” She looked over to him, eyebrows raised slightly. “You know I mean it when I say that, right? About never leaving you.”

She stared back at him in silence for a moment before shrugging. 

“Of course you do. Honestly, I don’t blame you. I’m a delight to be around.”

Laughter bubbled up from Asra’s chest, and it was the lightest he had felt in what felt like eons. He set down his inventory book and pulled his step stool over to where Elvira sat on the counter. He leaned his elbow against the smooth wood, resting his chin on his hand. He looked up at Elvira, his beloved apprentice, his resurrected love, and smiled.

“Go on, you delight. Read a couple of more poems for me.”

[lovelylaurie]

Midnight - Part 2

Laurie x (March) Reader Words: 829 Summary: Laurie can’t sleep one night, so you find him perched in a tree tapping on your window. He convinces you to follow him and go stargazing. Nothing is the same after that night for either of you. Part 1 | 2 | 3

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     The night air was crisp and cool. There was definitely no hope of falling asleep now, you were too invigorated. You felt positively wild, being up and about this late at night, or early in the morning. There was a certain freedom to it, walking the abandoned Earth as if it were all your own. You smiled and turned to Laurie, “The nocturnal world belongs to us.”

     He tilted his head to look at you, contemplatively, but with no traces of confusion. You emerged from the shade of trees onto a grassy field that sloped down to a flat plain. The pale moonlight shone subtly off the thin veil of dew that had settled over the grass. “Isn’t it wonderful?” Laurie asked rhetorically. There was a fluttering in your chest that made you feel like you were overflowing and which bubbled out into laughter. Then you took off, running as fast as you could down the small hill. Laurie was hot on your heels, racing after you. You practically crashed into each other and tumbled to a stop in the soft earth. “It’s amazing,” you whispered through quick breaths. “I love it.” You saw the flush on his cheeks and realized that he could probably see yours, too. But you didn’t care to hide it. You were feeling reckless. “Laurie, your hair’s a mess.” You reached over to pull out a leaf, noticing something else as well, “And your shirt’s torn.” “It’s far easier climbing up than down. I was less than graceful.” You giggled, “I can imagine.” Rolling onto your back, you gazed up at the night sky. The stars shone like thousands of tiny crystals, each infinitesimal twinkle captured and suspended in a sea of inky oblivion. You lay there, together, for a while, enjoying the beauty of the night with quiet company. A feeling of calm washed over you and your breathing slowed. So did Laurie’s, you noticed. The world around you was quiet, but still seemed almost to hum with life and energy. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Laurie’s head turn towards you and he chuckled softly. “What is it?” you mumbled. “Sometimes…” He paused. “Sometimes I forget how beautiful you are and when I turn to look, I am momentarily stunned.” Your heart skipped a beat. You couldn’t think for a few moments, and when your brain finally snapped back on, you looked over at him. He was still facing you, eyes half-lidded. There was neither a hint nor trace of insincerity in his expression, so, in a momentary burst of impulse, you went for it. “Laurie, I can’t remember when I started loving you.” You had barely finished speaking when he leaned over, placed a hand on your cheek, and kissed you. His touch was warm and wonderful. Your head swam and your chest swelled with feelings of love and solace. When you finally separated, he was beaming. So you kissed him again. It was heavenly, and you felt a fearful weight lift from your mind and melt into the velvety shadow of night. His arms were entwined around you as you lay back down beside each other. You curled into him and lay your head on his chest, feeling and hearing his heart beat just as fast as your own. He pulled you close and held you there for a long while, wordlessly.      A thin violet glow began to dilute the black of night as if somewhere, far away, it was morning. The stars dimmed until they disappeared altogether and soon enough, it was time to head home. The moon had sunk beyond the horizon, but the sun had yet to rise, so a pervasive darkness still clung to the Earth. The walk was difficult, without the aid of moonlight, but you managed alright, treading slowly and softly, still holding onto one another. Laurie walked you to your door but hesitated before leaving. “(y/n),” he said quietly, “I think I have loved you since the moment we met.” You stepped towards him and kissed one last time, a regretful but hopefully momentary goodbye. “Will I see you again this morning?” you whispered. He nodded, “Of course.” “I can’t wait.” You squeezed his hand before letting go and watching him walk back up the path to the Laurence house. The sun, though still shrouded by the distant horizon, had risen further and the day was slowly coming alive. As you entered your house, as silently as possible, you could hear a few sounds coming from the kitchen. It was Hannah, who was always awake before anyone else in the March house. You were, with some effort, able to get up the stairs and back into bed without attracting any attention. Laying there, eyes closed, you recalled the kiss and a thrilling warmth spread out from somewhere deep in your chest. You began to feel yourself drifting off as the sweet memory of Laurie lulled you, finally, to sleep.

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