#Balem x you

[anodyne-sunflower]

Love me like you do (Chapter 31 END)-Balem series

A/N: Guys...guys, I actually did it. 4 and a half years later but I fucking did it lmao listen, this was always the ending I had in mind, but a little shorter than intended, but it is what it is and I am just happy to have finished it for anyone still interested lol fucking hell...even if no one reads it, I'm proud I even came back to finish. Not beta read because I'm too worked up to care about grammar.

Mood Music: my own cheers and tears

***

Blades of grass thread between your toes, cold and smooth, dotted by the dew of morning that provides a sense of relief to the heat around you. You spread your arms in the warmth of the atmosphere, eyes closed and head tilted back to let your very being breathe in the day.

Your chest rises and falls with every hardened breath, inhales just as strong as the exhale to take in the sunrise. And oh, is it one with earth. The view brings a smile to your face, feet taking one, two, three steps until the field is open, long stalks of various plants tickling your skin, over your bare feet and ankles, the tallest reaching your shoulders that peek over the red cloth of your dress.

It’s Summer, you think. Must be. For the heat is grand and the sunrise is wanting.

It’s big, orange, burning yellow and bright along the horizon of where you stand. You take the view in, lips quirking into a grin, reminiscing of Summer’s past, where earth has given you joy as a child.

This is much the same. A grand sun, backdropped to orange and yellow hues, signaling the day’s start. But in contrast, there is snow. Falling from above, in delicate flakes, hitting your bare shoulders, melting over collarbones and you hold your hand out, collecting them into your palm.

Snow in summer....not of earth, and it makes you smile. “Just like home...”

***

“I don’t know what to say...”

His forehead came to rest on yours, eyes closed as he urged you to say what you both wanted. “You do.”

You do....

The very idea of that made you laugh, inwardly of course, because you were more than aware a certain Primary would frown upon that reaction. “I don’t, Balem. I don’t even know where to begin...”

His eyes pierce into you, steady, eerily calm but you’ve known him long enough to gauge the swirl of fear in them, tinged with an urgency that begs you to choose him. To desire him like you once did—still did. “You come here, expecting—expecting what? That I allow myself to be yours again? That I turn a blind eye to the world you literally create for yourself? You’re asking me to live with the fact you...you...”

“I am what I am, little bird. And I’ve never claimed to be more. I have given you my very existence, earth be damned...” His eyes flicker down your features, lingering on your lips, hand raised by his side to touch but he doesn’t dare to do more than merely hover there, waiting, pleading for your acceptance. “I don’t want it, I don’t yearn for it, there is little here I care for and I’m currently in its presence.” Balem’s gaze softens, that sheen of hesitance there, so unlike his usual self that makes you question so much. “I have promised you. I will never take from this planet, there is no bargain here. I ask nothing in return, but if I must,” and it’s then you hold your breath, solid in your chest as he begins to kneel.

The very sight is unimaginable, a man with so much to his name, his worth so grand you’re of very little consequence to him in the grand scheme of life...yet, he kneels. Before you.

The hand he had stretched out now moves forward, gripping yours in a tight hold, fingers threading through your own. His palms are cold, you notice, and all at once, you wish to warm them.

“If I must yield to you,” and he squeezes, so softly, but the touch burns all the same. “Know that I do so with every intent of my...” a breath. “My heart.”

“Balem—“

“Come back with me—to me, Y/N.”

His words pierce you, throughout your entire soul, so strong they make you squeeze his hands back in response. You’d be foolish to deny the way your heart seeks him, willingly beating in earnest of a love you hold. There is no consequence to your emotions, that much you’re plainly aware of, but it is morality that whispers in your ear. Softly kissing the idea that he can never change into your mind. That he can gift your worlds and still hold many more in his grasp.

Then again, has he ever asked more from you than your love? Such a simple notion in reality, to give yourself to someone so fully but to him...to him that must be the only concept that eludes him in life. In all his centuries of living, he’s never once flirted with its grasp.

Until now.

Until you...

Enough to gift you the entirety of earth. To ask nothing in return, to kneel...if you had the presence of mind, you’d have smiled at the action, because you’re more than aware he’s never kneeled for a single person in his long life.

Morality speaks of truth, and in that you find one thing; you do love him. No matter the actions of his life, his business, his past indiscretions, you still loved him. You knew deep down the profound nature of your feelings towards him would never change, and your time back on earth had proven that. How often can a person admit such things? How often can anyone say they’ve been faced with this decision, it’s unlikely, that’s for certain.

However, seeing him before you, kneeling, lips brushing over your knuckles as he closes his eyes in preparation of your answer...you realize one inevitable fact; yes or no...you love him.

And what more should matter?

***

Gentle footsteps sound behind you, and with little more than a turn of your head, you see Mr. Night by the entryway.

"Are you ready?"

Have you ever been? You'd be lying if you said some small part of you never hesitated...

***

Your eyes move to the deed in your hands, the tablet smooth, so small yet holding a power far beyond your own importance. I have Earth, you think softly to yourself, and what do I do now?

"Come back with me..."

Balem's urgent whispers bring you back to the moment. You glance up to see him standing closer, his hand outstretched, shaking so slightly you'd almost miss it.

"I beg you."

You swallow, pained--grateful, in a very wrong way, but that warmth sweeps you in its grasp. Come back with me, he keeps asking, but your hands remain tucked at your sides, one tightening around the tablet...

***

"I am." You say it so matter-of-factly, pulling the corners of your gown up to pack yourself to the entryway. Your bare feet feel content with the grounds of the garden, always your favorite place amongst this monstrosity of a palace, and it's only when you near the golden doors you slip them back into your heels, a stark, vibrant red. They glitter against the fading sunlight, and you take one look back at the vast gardens. "I am..."

***

"Okay..." It's so soft when you say it. So soft Balem seems taken aback, a line drawn between his brows as he nears you, frightened in his own right.

"Say it again..."

You look to him, somewhat moved by his own surprise. Perhaps he truly did not come with expectations, "Okay..." Only a desire to see you off in a way that would honor his old promises, honor his own feelings for you. It settles a confidence in your heart, one that makes it a little easier to know deep down... you've made the right decision. "I'll go back with you." The affirmation feels like a heat radiating through your being, waking your muscles as you slowly reach for his hand that remains ever so pleading to you. "I'll go back." You say more pointedly, threading your fingers through his pale ones, his cold palms soothing to you. It's a memory of a softer time... when you could pretend the ethics behind all of this didn't matter.

When you could pretend, just for a moment, you were both normal human beings...with nothing more than love between you.

Balem's fingers tighten around yours, fearing you'd let go at any moment. As if you'd change your mind, and he'd be left just as heartbroken as before. His eyes glow with adulation, but wary of how far his own feelings could take him.

"Little bird..."

***

Snow still falls around you, and only when you reach your palm out do you realize it's ash. You stare towards the refinery in the distance, smoothing your thumb across the flake and watching it dust your fingertips.

There is beauty in the world around you, gardens elongating down the pathways, the windows, the arches...and then there is darkness. It's never too far, is it?

But a smile still comes to your face. Perhaps guilty, perhaps content. In the end, you pay it all no mind. You knew...you knew not everything in this universe can be saved. Maybe not even yourself...

"Little bird."

But what is happiness, if not a selfish thing.

"I'm coming."

You slip through the doorway, fingers finding Balem's as he gracefully smiles at you, pulling you closer and pressing his lips to yours in a subdued kiss. You feel his desire in it, feel the urgency to move all of this along.

To find that end that catered to both your hearts.

"In here, my lord." Mr. Night pushes the doors to the throneroom open, Balem's white and gold cap sliding effortlessly across the tiles. A man resides on the high steps, dresses in robes, and beckoning you both forth.

"Would your majesty place his hand forth, signifying the bond."

Your eyes drift to the machine floating before you both, Balem moving his hand with no hesitation towards it. You watch in awe as a light shines from it, a mechanism arching over his finger as it burns an elaborate ring across it. His eyes never stray from yours, a pride glowing in them as he lifts his hand to show the imprint of his devotion.

"Your turn, little bird." It's said gently, almost humorously, so unlike him that it actually makes you laugh. Maybe he still thinks you'll turn heel and run, or maybe he's so engrossed in a moment he can't believe is actually occurring.

But you know this is what you want--what you asked for.

A devotion dressed in chaos, in uncertainty, yet...in perpetuity.

You lay your palm across the machine, watching as the glow of the ring etches into your skin. There is no turning back, and you remember the words, the vows, you both whispered to each other this morning while lying in bed. They were meant for this moment, but Balem had asked you to only repeat them to him and only him.

For anyone else's ear need not know what you mean to each other.

So even when darkness takes over the day, when your rings shine in each other's tangled hands, do you dare to say them to him again.

"I, Y/N, take Balem Abrasax," his lips pepper down your neck, one hand slipping under the end of your gown to lift it up, "to be my husband..." your breath hitches in your throat, "I enter into this union," his lips slide to your chin, halting there before he brings them to your own, "being of sound mind..."

"My beautiful little bird." His achingly devoted words get kissed into your lips, and you moan softly from the urgency of it all. The vows sing inside your head and you wonder, very briefly, how your heart could change you so much.

All for one man...

"Of my..." But in the very end, your illusion of what perfection was, what being good was...seemed so irrelevant in his arms, "own volition."

***

A/N: holy fuck I actually ended this series....fuck me, thank you, all of you, for ever having read this at all lol like...what?! It's so cheesy but fun to write and share and I realize many of you probably aren't around anymore but to those who ever stuck around and wished or hoped for an end, I hope this is something.

Thank you. Truly.

[casedoina]

Masterlist 2

Jack Frost

Frozen Love: Jack Frost x Reader

Dance Academy

Not Again: Benjamin Tickle x Reader

Tempting Fate: Ethan Karamakov x Reader

Misc

You Can Call Me Hero Anytime: Jimin Park x Reader

Perks of Being a Superhero: Jungkook Jeon x Reader

Room 109: Jungkook Jeon x Reader

In The AM: Jaebum Im x Reader

Morning Burns: Jungkook Jeon x Reader

Dance With the Devil: Balem Abrasax x Reader

Mama Mia: Jungkook Jeon x Reader

Korean Teacher: Eunwoo Cha x Reader

Mystery Girl: Jungkook Jeon x Reader

Growl For Me: Jungkook Jeon x Reader

Jungkook is Typing: Jungkook Jeon x Reader

Josh Matthews imagine

Jealousy: Ash x Reader

You're My MJ: Peter Parker(ASM) x Reader

Crush: Steven Stone x Reader

He Forgets: Jungkook Jeon x Reader

Not What It Looks Like: Jungkook Jeon x Reader

Strawberries and Cream: Jungkook Jeon x Reader

Yeonjun Choi Imagine

Your Shitty Ex: Colby Brock x Reader

Masterlist

Fighting For...: Bellamy Blake x Reader

Indeed: Kyoya Ootori x Reader

Bounty Hunter: Bellamy Blake x Raeder

Just a Lost Puppy: Minho x Reader

atlas-of-a-human-soul

becausewerebatfam

fandomnationwhore

havecourage-darling

huntersanonymous

imaginegladions

suuuupernovaa

xxprincessjewelsxx

A Dangerous Game

The War

controloffandoms

wolfpackimagines14

snake-house

labrunereve

imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl

triangluarjuice

lettersinscarlet

marvelmusing

[theonethatwritessometimes]

Worlds Collide

Soulmate au 

Balem Abrasax x Reader

Warning(s): Cuss words, implied smut at the very end 

A/N: i tried to make it as gender neutral as possible and if there are any mess ups im sorry because i definitely wrote this under two hours and without my glasses because i was excited that i finally had the urge to write

word count:  1038

    Soulmates aren't a foreign concept to me. I know I have one because I have their age that we would meet on my wrist. However I assumed that I would never meet them seeing as the age on my wrist was 14,005. So I'm either soulmates with someone who’s been long dead or a god and i'm not sure which one I hate more. I accepted long ago that I’m never going to meet my soulmate so I chose to forget about him or her. I had both of my arms heavily covered in tattoos. Secretly I still know the age though,

    I sighed as I walked home from my job, something felt off but I silently hoped it was nothing. Every once in a while I would look over my shoulder. Nothing. Again. I still sped up taking different routes hoping that whoever was following me would get lost. 

     “Is that them?” I heard a whisper. I turned around, seeing weird flesh colored things staring as me. Before I could scream they raised something that I could only describe as a blaster and shot it at me. 

    Waking up in a cold sweat in a room you don’t know does something to people’s brains. So when it happened to me I was kind of taken aback. I looked around and everything was either black or gold. The bed you were tucked into was in a slight oval shape. The sheets were black while the duvet was black with what looked like gold branches. I sat up, confused about what was happening. 

    “Oh. It seems you’re awake.” I looked around trying to find where the voice came from but couldn’t figure it out. “I am what you would call an A.I. on your planet.” The voice said. 

    My planet? Where the fuck am I? I suddenly started floating and was pulled from the bed to stand up.I noticed that they changed me into a floor length black dress/ or black suit. “I’ll let Lord Baleem know that you’re awake.” Lord? 

    “Who the fuck names their kid Balem?” I wondered out loud. 

    “And who names their kid Y/N.” The voice was like velvet. It sent chills down my spine. I turned quickly to see if this was also an A.I. but saw a man clothed in an all black suit that surprisingly looked freaking amazing on him. He kept walking closer to me until I was backed up against a wall. “Personal space is a thing you know.” I said, not really thinking about what was going to happen as I was lost in his eyes. Something about him just captivated me, he was just so pretty even though he looks like he wants to kill everyone in his sight. 

    “You. I’ve been looking for you.” He looked down at my arms and I subconsciously hid the one with my soulmark behind me. “So you are ashamed.” Even though it was a question, coming from his lips it sounded more like a statement. Something about it though, pissed me off. I could never be ashamed of my soulmate. 

    “Who are you to tell me that I am ashamed of my soulmate? You don’t know anything about me.” I said, puffing my chest which wasn’t the best idea. He grabbed me by the neck, pushing me further into the wall. “I know the age of your soulmark. But I want to know why you covered it.” He whispered harshly in my ear. My nerves when haywire. Where his hand landed on my skin left the skin there tingly. I’m so fucking confused. 

    “We’re going to loop back as to how you know but having the age that's well over 1,000 years old, I just assumed I would never meet them. How did you know?” He just stared at me. Balem slowly let go of my neck and showed me his wrist, which is my age but like, so many people are that age so I don’t know what he’s trying to say. 

    “Yours has 14,005. I want you to guess my age, darling.” Oh. Oh! He's my soulmate. Holy shit I have a soulmate! Still though, it’s kind of fun to mess with him. “Like 28?” I asked and he just rolled his eyes at me and looked at me with bored eyes. 

    “Look around you. You are not on Earth. You are on Jupiter. So again, why would I take you from your planet if you provide nothing for me?” I smiled at him and shrugged. He sighed and pulled me into him, shoving his face into my neck. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you. I’m never letting you go.”

    “Can I still have my phone to talk to my friends?” I asked while looping my arms around him and he nodded, probably to shut me up. Suddenly the door vooshed open and a tiny little mouse looking man rushed in, spouting something about a harvest? Balem didn’t move from my neck and I just looked at both of them and shrugged. 

    “My lord I really need to-” “Get out.” Balem mumbled into my neck. “ What did you say my lord?” the rat man asked. 

    Balem slowly peeled himself from me, standing to his full height. He’s so pretty. He covered my ears with his hands and I just looked at him but I understood as soon as I heard a muffled “Get out!”. 

     We ended up just taking a bath together, his head on my chest while I ran my fingers through his hair. “Alien man? Are you like a king or something?” He moved his head to look at me in the eyes with a lazy smile. “I have a large amount of wealth and own several planets so I guess you could say that.” I nodded looking at him, “Eat the rich.” 

   Balem just stared at me, “You know that because you’re my soulmate, you are also rich now?” I kissed his lips, both of us smiling into it, “I know spaceman, so are you going to eat the rich or not?” He smirked at me and pulled us both out of the water, “Of course I am, soulmate.”

[raven-black102]

Masterlist

Request I've done and who I take. If your gonna request something as anonymous please give me more detail of your request or it well take a lot longer then I usually would have post it.

Jasper Whitlock Hale

Higher Rank Then You Major

Wolves

His Mate

Nice to see you again

Split in Two

The Big Bad Wolf

Protection

Texas Slang

The past is the past

The Elf And The Cold Vampire

My Only Sun Shine

His Kitten A Beast: Part 2

The Girl With Two Strings

Dragon Rider

The Underground Ring

Boys are Asshole Dear (Jasper x Niece! Reader)

The Guardian Angel: Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5,(Jasper x Reader x Pennywise)

Secrets

Homophobia

We'll Meet Again

I Wish That I Could Fly

The Jedi With A Vampire

The Witch and The Major Vampire (Jasper x Scarlet Witch! Reader) Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

Edward Cullen

Pansexual

Carlisle Cullen

I love them all

The Hospital Ball

Seth Clearwater

Vegan

Jacob Black

Surfs up Non-stop

Caius Volturi

Once Upon A Wolf...

You'll be King Again

Their Dragon Rider

Pennywise (Bill Skarsgard)

Halloween

Heath Ledger Joker

Soulmate

Work With Joker

You Can't Escape

Parade Chaos

Save The Queen

The Beginning

Needed Cuddles

Joker Is The Hero, Not Batman

Michael Myers

Imagine Being Michael soul mate and the town finds out and they all want to kill you. Part 2

Elton Castee

Colby Pranks Elton

Suicide Forest

Pranking Elton

Balem Abrasax

His Lover A Warrior

Dance With The Devil

Newt Scamander

Pregnant and Overprotective beast

Credence Barebone

Saying Goodbye

Credence Series list

Mother figure

Grindelwald Weakness And Falling For Credence

Loki Laufeyson

You'll be King

Peter Parker (Tom Holland)

The Grim Reaper Avenger

Perfectly For Each Other (Peter x Male!Reader)

I love you 3000

Asking for Help

Mikoto Suoh (K Project)

Red Queen

Axel/Lea (Kingdom Hearts)

Run Away

Eddie Brock/ Venom

Meeting Venom

Anxiety

Being in Team cap and Escaping With Eddie/Venom

[julia-b00]

Stories I am currently working on that have covers (Yes there are others that don’t have covers yet)

Aro Volturi Fanfic

"I am able to see your victims, I am able to see and feel their pain"

Eve is the youngest addition to the Cullen family, she has the gift to be able to see those who died. Still human she goes with her sister and Bella to save Edward from revealing himself. In which led her to meet someone she had no idea would be linked to her.

Zero Kiryu x OC

What if Shizuka Hio had a child with Rido Kuran? what would the child be like...? Her hair, dark as raven wings and her eyes that are able to look deep into his soul.

This is a rewrite of the story somethings have changed however I hope you enjoy!

Marcus Volturi X OC

"Marcus, be patient your fated one will be with you" "Aro, it has been centuries, do you think she will just pop right out of the sky?" And on queue, a blue-haired bride had landed in his arms.

Belladonna a runaway bride from a man who she knew was not right for her and was not the kindest had managed to gain a new husband on the same night. Who knew all you had to do was run up 6 flights of stairs and jump into the arms of a vampire.

Snowman x Oc

Calypso, half human, half vampire. Blade took her in when he found her protecting a human woman from being attacked by a man. Interested by the fact she only feeds off of disgusting humans. He brought her under her wing and trained her how to fight and how to control her "gift".

However when a group of vampires asks Blade to help them hunt down some reapers. Calypsos heart starts to flutter when she is near a certain silent vampire

Thranduil X OC

The children of the night, powerful beings created by the dark lord Sauron. There was once six, but now there's only one.

(A Lord of the Rings/ The Hobbit fanfic story)

Balem x Fem OC

Persephone has the gift of healing and is wanted by not only her fellow Earthlings but by others that are not from Earth. She has been chased, kidnapped and then traded and now belongs to Balem Abrasax.

Handsome yes but too bad this very old man acts like a brat.

Thranduil x Oc story

Andromeda Black a California witch who is wishing for more in her life along with a better love life. Seems like these non-magic boys aren't cutting it. Maybe taking a classic fairytale portal to another world will satisfy her need for adventure.

For a mature audience due to language, and other mature content

Peter Pan x Oc

"You see Harley, Peter Pan never fails," he said with a grin. "And you see Pan, Harley Jinx always wins"

[gloireceleste]

MUN INFO

Name: Wyll Birthday: nov 9th. First muse on Tumblr: Pitch Black (when/where I was actually writing in english for something else than school for the first time ever). First RP url: askthedarknesspit Why did you pick your first muse?: Tried tumblr roleplay, picked the first that came to mind and it was after I’d seen the movie so. Latest muse on Tumblr: Yon-Rogg Latest RP url: ofstarforce Why did you pick your latest muse?: i’ve wanted to take him on since the movie. then the sweetest pie added danvers to his muses so i bursted through his door with a new blog ( and we managed for yaz to bring back her ronan so.... ) yea there was a lot of reasons. that and morally grey muses are usually my jam. Best RP Memory:  in this fandom. when we had a group, years ago and we were always plotting things and throwing starters at each other and it went even to skype. there’s a lot of good memories when it comes to tumblr rp to be honest. Worst RP Memory: The Robin Hood 2006 fandom. Lots of guilt tripping, lots of bullshit, but I’ve also met great friends there. What are all the muses you had on Tumblr?: here we go omg. i’m totally gonna forget some. HP / FB: Albus Dumbledore, Star Trek: Gabriel Lorca, Hugh Culber, USS Enterprise, Amanda Grayson, Christopher Pike, Sarek, Spock, Mirror!Spock, Q Lotr/Hobbit: Celeborn, Thranduil, Bard, Thorin, One Ring. Gil-Galad. MCU: The Vision, Clint Barton, Everett Ross, Yondu, Yon-Rogg.  X-men: Charles Xavier, Remy LeBeau. Sanctuary: James Watson. SPN: Michael, Lucifer, Gadreel, God, Balthazar, Death, Abner. Dominion: Michael, Lucifer. Charmed: Odin. Torchwood: Jack Harkness, Allen Shapiro. The Messengers: Joshua Silburn. Robin Hood 2006: Vaisey, Guy of Gisborne. Into the Punch: Max Lewinski. Become Human: Elijah Kamski, Connor, Rk900, Simon, Jerrys Jupiter Ascending: Balem Abrasax, Titus Abrasax. DCU: Harry Wells, Rip Hunter, Clark Kent, Leonard Snart. Les Misérables; Grantaire, Javert. Beauty and the Beasts: Gaston, Lumière, The Beast. The Tomorrow People: Jedikiah Price.(I think that’s all in term of those not deleted). Deleted ones: Rumplestiltskin (ouat), a tribble (star trek), archangel Gabriel (spn), Death (fandomless), Earth (fandomless), Pitch Black (rise of the guardians), Daryl Dixon (twd). (There. I am 100% forgetting someone but I have had too many muses on here alright xD ) Shortest muse?: Man… Oh, Thorin x) That was easy. Any advice for RPing?: have fun. literally. It’s hard sometimes and not everyone is nice, you can’t please everyone, but to be honest, it’s a hobby. It’s not a job, it’s not an obligation. Have fun, be creative, be wild. In the end you’re the only one who’ll suffer if you don’t stop once the fun is gone.

tagged: stole it from myself tagging: anyone really but @protectxthem @letcm @tcrnishedgrace @ravagerchose and everyone else c:

[anodyne-sunflower]

Love me like you do (Chapter 30)-Balem series

A/N: Woooow, it’s been a minute. To the few who probably still read this, thank you. I hope you enjoy this labor of love, forgive me for the long time between updates lol 🤷🏻‍♀️

MOOD MUSIC: Is that alright? By Lady Gaga

***

“I do not waste my own time, little bird...” The gravity of his tone rang through your ears, but it was the expression etched into his features that truly drove the weight of his words home. You hadn’t spent months apart in peace, that much was evident, but you had nursed your own broken heart back to some semblance of normalcy. To see him now, his usually stern eyes mixed with more emotion than you thought him capable of...it destroyed whatever neutrality you had created for yourself back here on earth.

So you sat there, in this palpable silence, hoping beyond hope that Balem would find the words you couldn’t. That would be asking far too much, though, wouldn’t it? Knowing he was never a man to cater his actions to others. Your eyes decided then, to take it upon themselves to simply stare his way, nails pinching your bed sheets as if that motion could somehow calm your nerves. All he did was stand there in this cryptic state, face turned from you now and gazing out the window. It lacked the view of his own throne room, but he still found a way to make that effort.

“Stop...” You managed to meekly call out, courage seeming to disappear as he, once again, stared back at you. It was a painful gaze to witness, and there was this sudden pang of guilt washing over you. You hardly deserved it, that was evident, but it tortured you all the same. Balem was just as much to blame as you, possibly even more so, but seeing that lonely look in his eyes...it caused a loathing towards yourself you didn’t care to carry. “Stop looking at me like that...” your teeth bit down on your lip, worrying away as you no longer held the fortitude to carry on this staring contest. “I said, stop.”

Your breath caught in your chest, that heavy feeling weighing you down enough to the verge of tears. How dare he come here? You thought, knowing every warning you had given him that day you parted, fell on deaf ears. Balem was obviously not one to take orders from others, but you had believed the bit of respect he held towards you would be enough to keep him away. Did he even realize how distressing his visit was? How easily he tore down those defenses you had put up the second he left? How you wanted to scream at him, to push his presence away and reprimand him for every horror he made you witness. Any sane human would do the same, and yet...

You heard his footsteps, each one just as poised as the last, bringing him closer to the one person he dared to care for. Every instinct in you begged to run, to shrink away into the bed and pander to the ache of your own heart’s protection. But, that wasn’t awarded to you and by the time you even felt the compulsion to move, he was already in front of you. He stood tall at your bed, hands clasped behind his back as his eyes peered cautiously down at you. You felt so small sitting before him, like many of those who came to him for aid in all matters back on Jupiter. You hadn’t felt this paralyzed? No...ineffective, that was it, before him in so long. It caused your heart to stir, every beat seeming louder than before until he had the audacity to touch you. It felt fleeting, even though his fingers still held your chin with such a delicate and oddly doting manner. You wanted to look anywhere but him, and while you had that power to do so, his being alone had stolen that from you in ways you could not decipher.

With an easy lift of his hand, you were staring up at him now. Both of your gazes locked defiantly on one another, as if this shared heartache had been the start of some foreign conflict between you. It was an indescribable emotion, the tears welling in your eyes only adding to the tension. You felt that air trapped in your throat, never allowing you a single second to deny him, even when he had the nerve to finally speak to your request.

“Never.” His thumb slid across the slight expanse of your lip, admiring the full pout he had come to crave for so long. Every muscle in his body ached to do more, to perhaps even close that tiny, insignificant gap between you. It took all his self control to fight, to grit his teeth and seethe out his only demands. “I came for you,” he spoke with such emphasis on ‘you’. “and I intend to leave with you.” As if to drive that point home.

With the last shred of dignity he held in him, he knelt down to your level. Giving you those seconds between to follow his every move. You wondered then, if he could hear your heart, beating wildly in your chest and debating every outcome of his actions. Would he do it? Would he throw away all conflict and simply take what he had wanted, or would he realize...that whatever this was, this moment, could be a mistake? One there would be no coming back from.

“Balem,” your mouth ran dry, the tip of your tongue coming out to wet your lips as he seemed to lean closer. Ignoring all logic and instead, for the first time in his life, listening to his heart.

His gaze swept across your features, eyes growing darker with every detail he took in. There was no stopping him, he was well aware of his own limitations, and you were always one of them. “Silence.” He urged, as if your voice was interrupting his admiration of you. “Little bird.” Balem cooed, fingertips tracing over your cheek and finally cupping it. Prior to your entrance, he had entertained many ideas of how this night would go. Losing his resolve this early on, was not one of them. But, he refused to berate himself for that. You were his reason to come here, what should it matter how it all begins again.

“We can’t...” You begged him, watching the corner of his lip turn into the beginnings of a smile. It all but captured your attention, making his advances so much harder to resist. And yet, what was there to combat against, besides that of the undying affections of a man who you so wanted.

You released the breath you had been holding, mirroring his movements now as he dared to lean closer. It was like a pull, gravitating towards him with every breath you took. You had began wondering why you ever left to begin with, why any of this even mattered when all you could do is enjoy it. It was always in these intimate moments you recognized a man who was capable of good, even if he couldn’t see that himself. There was no pain in his touch, no hate in his eyes, and you almost forgot the cruelty with which he held his reign.

“Do not fight it.” Balem whispered, reveling in the proximity of your bodies. He could possibly count the days since he held you, and all those lonely nights had only caused him to wish all the more for this. Your skin felt warm beneath his fingertips, soft and inviting, and the tilt of your head provoked him forward, ending that distance between you.

“Ah,” it was a soft gasp, barely a release of breath as his lips brushed yours deviously, ending that long, torturous desire you had built over the months. It wasn’t even a proper kiss yet, and you already found yourself unraveling before him.

His nose bumped yours, eyes half lidded as he gave himself a second to register this was real. Nothing had changed, you were still heaven to be against, pleasurable to touch and devote himself to. It was a miracle he hadn’t ignored your request to stay apart sooner. “I have longed for this...” Balem’s breath ghosted over your pout, earning a shiver and slight whine from you. It was a pathetic reaction, you believed, but one he absolutely adored. “For too many nights.”

“Balem-“ He never gave you the chance to concede his point, and the second you parted your lips to speak, he pressed his to yours. It was, quite possibly, the very end of you.

Your bodies melded together then, both his palms coming to cup your cheeks as he moved forward and settled you both upon your bed. There was no fight from you, and frankly, you wished he’d take you then. To ravish your body and prove to you how deep his need of you ran. It was all you could do not to tear his blazer open, to loosen that damn gold tie and give in to the carnal desires urging you on. But, that would be foolish, wouldn’t it?

“Don’t stop...” and yet, your mind had other plans.

His lips molded over your own, teeth gently biting at your bottom lip as he begged entrance into your mouth. You eagerly allowed him, the slip of his tongue hot against yours as you moaned. It wasn’t a secret that you hadn’t been with anyone since leaving him, and even if you had wanted to, you were certain nothing could come close to this pleasure.

Balem kissed feverishly across your lips, only parting to travel further across your cheek and to your jawline. He nipped there, missing the delightful exclamations you used to make at the gesture. If not for the current circumstances, he’d of smirked, knowing those gasps and moans were only for him. “You’ve missed this, too.” He accused, pulling away briefly as he pressed your foreheads together. Balem observed you closely, noting the hint of guilt you held in your eyes. “Do you deny it?”

How could you? Whether you spoke a lie or told the truth, he would know. Because, you had missed it. Missed the way he seduced you, the way he kissed you and bestowed passion unlike any other. Even now, you only wanted him to continue on, to kiss you madly and make you his. “No.” You said confidently, bringing your hand up and hesitating inches before his face. But, you braved on, index finger tracing the curve of his cheekbone, and watching as he turned his cheek towards your palm.

It was strange, but no less heartwarming to watch as he closed his eyes, relief filling him as you showed him the simplest of affections. He truly was a man who wasn’t privileged to love in his long life. You almost laughed at the thought, not at his expense, but at the universes. So vast and endless, yet it’s most basic concepts lost on some. “No, I don’t deny it.” You pulled him back down, returning the passion he had kissed you with. You were certain you felt him smile into you, but the moment was fleeting, and all that was left was two people desperately trying to regain time lost.

You wrapped your arms around him, lost in the addictive motion of his lips on yours, fierce and gentle all at once as he tried to further this venture. There was no longer a doubt that you wanted him right now, and if not for his next words, you would have crumpled into his arms and given into the very thing you were frightened of.

“Return with me then, Little bird.” Balem swept his lips across your cheek, inhaling your perfume that was almost weak enough now, he would’ve missed it. But, this close...this close it was still enslaving. “Leave this all behind.”

Between the touch of his hand along your hip, and the devilishly sweet way he kissed you, you nearly fell again. Stumbling into his arms and giving him exactly what he wanted. You had to be smarter now, though, and in spite of your heart you could not pretend life would mold itself into some easy, comfortable and normal way. There was no going back, just as you presumed. Not after everything, there was no going back.

You pushed at his chest, startling the Primary as he removed himself from above you. With ease, you slipped from beneath him, quickly jumping from the bed and touching your lips as if the last few minutes were only a dream. “Why,” You paused in your speech, mind rambling along as you attempted to even figure out what had happened. Between his return, and that kiss...you had lost yourself in the ballad of it all. “I already made it clear, Balem.”

You crossed your arms, wildly going through the stages of anger, relief and yearning. He had almost had you again, grasping you dearly and enchanting you back home. Home...the thought lingered there, your own conscience going against you. It said much that you considered his palace, his planet a home. “Just,” you turned back to him, still stern and stiff as you held your composure and faced him. “Leave.” It was almost a plea, body shaking as you stared at his stoic expression, the only hint of emotion on him being the subtle way he frowned.

“I came here with a purpose,” Balem sneered, trying to reel in whatever patience he had left. “I made that clear.”

“And I made myself clear, the first time!” You screamed at him, the usual care you took not to disturb your neighbors now a second thought. “And yet,” he had some nerve. “You come back here,” With every word your voice broke, eyes stinging as you fought back the tears craving to be released. “And think all it takes to convince me back is..this!” You waved to the entire situation in front of you, the anger you directed at him mostly being for yourself. “I am not your pawn!”

Balem was furious, you could gauge that, but he merely swept a hand through his hair, eyes growing darker as he walked back towards the window. The action must have been a comfort to him, perhaps a small reminder of his home. Where he could gaze out at all his work and glory, and no one could take that from him. “You think so little of me.”

Your absence had hurt him, you were aware, because you felt the same in that regard, but perhaps for the first time you had truly heard the pain you gave him. “That’s,” you released some tension, allowing yourself to let your guard down if only for a second. “That’s not true.” Balem was many things you should have loathed in a person, but the time you spent with him, away from earth, you had grown to love him. To admire him for his intellect, his confidence, and even the way he ruled over others with little fear. His world was a picture of darkness, the greed so ingrained in all of them running amuck it even led to murder, as if that was an everyday occurrence. You couldn’t hold him to the standards of your world, but in kind, he could not hold you to his. “I wasn’t meant for-“

“Enough of this.” Balem cut you off, trying not to frighten you off or make your judgement of his character become reality. He was not apologetic about his work, or his behavior. You do not get to live the life he’s had and pretend there’s any other way. “We are not changing for each other.” He turned to you, a purpose in his gaze as he contemplated his decision. “However,” he reached carefully into his blazer, pulling free a slim black tablet, the one you often saw him carry around his alcazar. “I came here with a compromise.”

Balem sauntered towards you, keeping your gaze as he held the tablet out to you. “I will not forfeit the business I have built, nor do I ever wish to.” He could see the disappointment in your eyes, and the notion scared him. With every second that ticked by he felt himself losing you, and that was not his intentions. “And I,” You were stunning to him, even in your melancholy, he was enamored. It made his words difficult to speak, and as he stopped before you, he reached out, brushing some of your hair aside as he admired the woman he came all this way for. “And I will not forfeit you, either...”

You swallowed hard, attempting to ignore his assurances as he pushed the tablet closer to you. If you admired him for anything, it was his inflexibility to become someone new for you. There were no lies between you, no empty promises he would say to keep you by him. It was because of this, you gave him the benefit of the doubt and took his offering. “What is this?”

“My compromise.” He tapped the surface, bringing the tablet to life as it glowed and brought forth a hologram, a simple sphere with symbols you couldn’t decipher floating around it. It was only when you looked closer, you realized it’s significance.

“Earth?” You glanced back to him, confusion and wonder alike expressed on your features. He simply nodded in affirmation, fingers zooming in on the symbols and writings around it. He looked to you for a reaction, knowing the language would be lost on you.

“It’s a deed, if you will. A claim of ownership over this...planet.” Balem never fancied this world, even if his mother somehow found beauty in it. It was just another means to an end for him, but he was not so unwise to believe it didn’t hold relevance to you.

“I already know you own it.” You spat back, feeling as though he was here to remind you that every living creature on earth belong to him. Including you. It wasn’t a far fetched assumption, because he often carried that fact like some medal he was every bit proud of. So, even when he gave you that affronted look, you didn’t back down. “You’ve made that quite clear in the past, Balem. Or...would you prefer my lord?” You knew it was unfair to throw all your annoyance at him, but it was safer that way, wasn’t it? Hoping you could push him further and further until he broke this calm facade and proved to you that the man you saw him as, was the same one who could so callously slit his own brother’s throat.

“No, Little bird...” He was vexed by your behavior, every syllable that spilled from your lips baiting him to respond. For once, he kept his senses. “All of this,” Balem looked to the window, the city lights painting an almost fascinating portrait to him. There was profit in this planet, a concept he wouldn’t deny he exploited in the past, but he valued only one thing from it now. You. “It is yours.”

If he was expecting any form of surprise, you hadn’t shown it. It’s not to say that you weren’t astonished by his admission, but that you weren’t in the state of mind to believe him. A man who highly regarded all fine things to be the pinnacle of one’s ambitions, to see a human being and decide their only value is that which runs through their veins. No, finding truth in his words would not be as easy as he wished it to be. “Is this a joke?”

A fool’s question, no doubt, because the skeptical look he had bestowed on you caused a sudden guilt to wash over. Balem would be the last person in the world to have humor in him, a strange but fascinating detail you had learned in him.

“I just,” You gazed down to the tablet, the realization that this entire planet could be yours now dawning on you. It wasn’t normal to have such power, and even if he handed it over like some gift it left you confused. He may not understand the weight of this, but you did. “I can’t own a planet, Balem, okay? This isn’t an everyday, normal occurrence for us! Your people can float around and pretend negotiating livelihoods and entire ecosystems is just a game, but it’s not to me!” You held the tablet out to him, spurning his offer and making it clear you had no interest in his business. “I don’t want this, I never did.”

Balem’s eyes gazed to the screen, not even humoring you and retrieving the tablet back. “You misunderstand.” He stepped towards you, frowning when you took one back to keep the distance. If he hadn’t any pride in his own control, he’d of closed it and pinned you to that plain wall just behind, letting you know leaving this planet without you wasn’t an option. “I am not asking you to be a partner, to carry on where I have left off. You wouldn’t even know where to begin.” If he was trying not to insult you, he fell short on that end, but you allowed him his words, having already given him all of yours. “I look to this planet and I see little of worth to it, however...” He inched closer, taking solace in the fact you didn’t move away this time. “I’ve come to realize, for your own reasons, you seem to value it a great deal.”

“They’re people, Balem.” It was a concept you didn’t expect him to grasp, especially when you yourself held no family here. But, you were not without morals, and you couldn’t imagine what it would cost to lose so many to something so vain. “We may not have our own families, but that doesn’t mean the rest of the world is the same.”

“Hm.” He peered down at you, humming his response in such an uncaring manner it almost made you smile bitterly. You could appeal to him all you wanted, but you knew nothing could make him understand. But, in that perhaps, you found the small sliver of kindness he held within him.

“So, then...what is this? If not for me to join you in genocide.”

“You already know.”

“I want to hear you say it.” You pressured him on, meeting his gaze with equal fervor, which appeared to make him smirk. You always were able to stand against him, even if you had feared him once, you never let it bully you down.

“It occurred to me, one day, that in my brother’s death I had inherited all he was worth. If you wish to know, it was barely anything.” Balem moved away, hands clasped tightly behind him as he went back to staring at the night sky. There was still no remorse or regret in his heart, not that you ever expected him to mourn his brother. “I had an unlimited supply of planets at my grasp, each one capable of returning my business to its peak. He offered me nothing that I didn’t already have, you see.”

“So, you didn’t take them?”

“I burned his inheritance to ashes.” Balem turned to look back at you, satisfied that your attention was fully grasped now. “It meant nothing to me, to have a few more sources of Regenex at my disposal. In that same breath, I decided,” His thought turned to the tablet in your hands, clutched so tightly he began to see you register his words. “I could part with one more.”

You stood there in bewilderment, holding back your sigh of relief and endless gratitude he no doubt sought from you. His courtesy to give you such a prize, to give you peace of mind that no one else would perish at his hands, was also so violently mixed with the realization that this was only one planet, and he had no intention of entirely changing that. You, had to be comfortable with such knowledge, and know that whatever choice you made, it would be yours alone.

“Is this bribery, then? To get me to believe this is all worth it?”

“It’s a peace offering.” He stated flatly, giving you his word that all else mattered very little right now, except this moment. “Should you say yes or no, is of no consequence. Earth is yours, whether you will it or not. I cannot...I will not, touch it.”

“Even if I do not go back with you?”

“Even then, Little bird...” Though he seemed visibly hurt by that prospect, he did not speak on it. He took his defeat in grace, should that occur, and it was inspiring to witness. All this time you had come to know him, to love him, he always found ways to attain his desires. Perhaps, now he truly meant to put you before all else.

“Why?”

You heard him audibly sigh, his face growing cold as he tried to ignore the question you had posed to him. He could debate the answer to that inquiry for ages to come, but he feared the time given to him in this moment would not last as long.

“In you I have found purpose, and I fear...that without you,” He struggled to confess his thoughts, the ability to feel so strongly for one person overwhelming him to a point he did not desire to continue. But, you looked at him, eyes searching for the words or meaning you possibly already knew he was exerting himself to explain. “Without you...” He crossed the room towards you, gripping the tablet free of your hands and mindlessly tossing it to the bed. You barely had a second to react, his palm already cupping your neck as he bent down to kiss you. It was fiercer this time, his lips pressed so heavy against yours it almost felt bruising. You whimpered weakly against him, gasping for air as he released you from his hold and stared down at you. His breath was labored, lips swollen from the force of his kiss it only added to his charm. “Without you, I fear I may lose that purpose.”

His hand strayed to your cheek, thumb caressing your skin while he simply admired your beauty. Balem could not fathom the idea of leaving here now, and should you pretend further that you did not wish that as well...he was not certain he was equipped to handle that rejection.

“Return with me, my Little bird. No harm will ever come to you, you will want for nothing.”

“Balem-“ You reached up, gripping his hands in yours and brushing his knuckles softly as he awaited an answer. You felt the weight of the world upon your shoulders, every logical argument in you being beaten away by your heart’s admirations.

“You have me in the palm of your hands, Y/N.” Balem’s confession broke you, made even sweeter by the soft whisper of your name on his lips. You wanted to, admittedly, to go with him and be by his side until the end of your days.

“I don’t know what to say...”

His forehead came to rest on yours, eyes closed as he urged you to say what you both wanted. “You do.”

***

A/N: The end~ ....no, I’m kidding there’s one more chapter lol I should just leave it there, though. Cliffhangers, yay!

[diaryofanobsessivefangirl]

If you could write your own fanfic, which ships would you pick and how is it going to play out? Would you stay to canon or AU?

Mostly canon and omg I have so many fanfic ideas

Most of all I want to write a Labyrinth sequel. I’ve been projecting it since I was 14 years old.

Writing for my OT3 of unrequited love and tragedy (lysa/cat/petyr) is a long time project as well. I wanna make a series of oneshots alternating POVs.

Recently I’m being inspired to write Hoap (The OA) and Surov x Diana (The Journey). Surov x Diana would be sequel based on an AU for sure, one in which he doesn’t die.

Penny Dreadful requires a serious case of fix it. I would have Vanessa kicking Dracula’s ass and going to Egypt with the gang to find out about the prophecy and battle the forces of darkness once for all.

I’ve also a better idea of an ending for Carmilla x Laura, from the short novel Carmilla.

Anne x Vincent (the Juror) deserves a smut. The Guest and Red Eye deserves a sequel. Helena x Jurko (Ogniem i mieczem) deserves one in which they end up together.

Mulan needs a real sequel, one in which Shan Yu is alive and filled by vengeance and lust for the chinese heroine.

I had this prompt for Jupiter x Balem that was pretty cool.

[ladybalem]

She-slave's soul - a Confession about Balem Abrasax - part 2 of 3

* SMUT ALERT: 50 SHADES OF JUPITER'S SMUT AS FAR AS THE EYES CAN SEE * PLUS: ALERT OF PAIN. There's a little around here. If you don't like it, don't read it. You've been warned. * Pairing: Balem x OC (Malena) * <18+ it's still not enough for this. Keep it to read only when you're at the university, lol> * * * (continuing...)          Excited, Malena obeyed him, getting kneeled before Balem and with no delay she spread her lips and received his length between them with a vulgar moaning of  satisfaction as she worked to make it to stiff between her anxious lips, what didn't take no long to happen, while over Malena's head Balem was  finishing to tear off one of the long sleeves of her silver dress, remaining just with it in his right hand as he threw the rest of it away at the floor at the bed. And as Balem found himself ready, his sex growing between her lips in an  extraordinary way due to the  phenomenal attention his she-slave was dedicating it, taking the tore sleeve of her dress he just blindfolded Malena with it, tying it over her eyes. And she moaned in pleasure as, making her then to stop what she was doing, Balem held her by her hair, keeping Malena halted, and that way he began to move his hips with impetus against her face, who held herself to his thin thighs, just letting him to take her entire mouth, while she moaned. Never Balem would be able to put it entirely into Malena's mouth as he seemed to intend to do, and she was truly almost gagging at each thrust of him into  her throat; but to listen at his low tone and guttural moans while he was doing that to her was arousing Malena in a way that she abandoned herself to moan out loud as well, superficially breathing, cause the feeling of being possessed and used by him that way it was delicious for her to the point of that there was no words to express as she felt then. And seeming to guess her thoughts, Balem moaned to her in middle of the noises that were escaping from his throat wrapped by  the high metal collar:          - What is the feeling of being taken this way, slave? Do you enjoy this?          It was obvious that she wasn't able to respond him, but it was exactly this what excited Balem the most while doing her this question, and leaving her hair and exiting from her mouth, that for an instant just stayed opened as if her just like didn't comprehend why did he done that, Balem commanded:          - To the bed. On your knees and hands, slave.          Closing her mouth and swallowing Malena stretched one of her arms into the bed's way behind her, grabbling to it, and she lifted herself up slowly, turning into its direction, still stretching her arms forward, and as they reached the bluish camp Malena felt both of her hands to ascend up weightless, but Balem, pressing the button behind his right ear, turned off the system, and then she got to get over the bed, still blindfolded, the bunch of grapes falling at her side. And crawling Malena went to the center of the large bed, panting by now, and soon she felt he was getting over behind her, taking position on his knees at her back, palming his large hands on the palpitating and trembling shapes of her butts, fawning it in a circular caress until Balem to turn his hands and slide descending both of them palmed through her thighs until they reach Malena's bent knees' back, scratching her skin with his nails as he restarted to come up, repeating the caress as he reached the top again.          And then with the fingers of his left hand he pulled apart her fold lips, sliding in sequence the medium finger of his right through the middle of them, and clapping his tongue as he heard her to moan so deliciously and as he saw his she-slave to softly arch her spine, Balem whispered, with a voice that caused her a shiver at the basis of her spine:          - So wet - and he slid his finger inside, making it to bend inside her, that once again arched her back and moaned, and pulling it out and sliding it along her femininity again he turned to say - So warm. Your body is imploring for mine. Perfection.          - Oh, yes, my Lord, I  implore - Malena moaned - Take me to yourself, I  implore.          A black smile showed on his face, but he stood still a little back on his knees, placing both his large hands on her butts and that time placing apart her fold lips with his thumbs; and inclining down his head he pointed out his tongue and glided it along of her sex for whole from down to up, and being overrun by a trembling Malena moaned out loud:          - Oh! My Lord!          Balem smiled mysteriously over her sex, proud and satisfied of the power he exerted over her, turning to repeat what he have done once more as his she-slave moaned out loud:          - Each part of my body implores for yours, my Master. Each part of my body belongs to you, Lord Balem, use what's yours. I  implore!          And having that terrible wicked smirk still on his face, Balem with no warning penetrated her at once, pulling Malena to himself with his both hands with strength, his growing nails digging into her flesh at each thrusting. And she  abandoned herself moaning out loud, Balem deriving pleasure of the deliciously vulgar way she was expressing herself, and after some good number of deep thrusts given into her with strength, he stretched one of his arms, pulling Malena back by her hair, making her to lift her torso up, and panting the she-slave stood on her knees, falling her head aside as he was asking, roaring on Malena's ear:          - To whom do you belong, she-slave?          - To you, my Lord, solely to you, my Lord.          Balem then slid his free hand along her sweaty and trembling body, keeping on to thrust inside her even at that position, and holding one of her breasts, he tightened it - And will you belong to someone else some other day?          - No! I rather die than do such, my beloved Lord!          And in a single gesture Balem tore away the blindfold from Malena's eyes, pushing her forward and making her to fall on her hands again, restarting to thrust against her with strength.          - My Lord... - she spoke out loud, in ecstasy - Possess me, Lord Balem, possess me... I belong to you, my Lord!          Inebriated with the way Malena was submissive to him and with the fact she felt an incredible pleasure with that, panting between his locked teeth Lord Balem felt uncommon desires and desired to satisfy them right there and right then: Bringing his right thumb to his lips, licking it to lubricate it, without stopping thrusting into her, he softly forced his thumb to inside of her back entrance, introducing there just its tip, as Malena moaned slightly in pain by this time, and noticing this, he left to fall from his lips over her a long string of spit, under which warm touch she moaned in pleasure, but he soon forced his finger inside again, then introducing it for whole, and as Balem had never made this to her before the expectation aroused her, although Malena was still feeling pain.          And just don't managing for long the hot and extremely tight feeling his thumb was experiencing, Balem desired another thing, and getting out from her while removing his finger as well, he made to fall over her back entrance another long string of saliva, that was only what he had at hand at that moment to make use, quickly placing the tip of his length there. But when he forced it to the inside, Malena moaned and contorted herself in pain.          - Relax! - he commanded, both hands stroking along of her buttocks, before to lead them to the curve of her groins and pull his slave to himself. Tears drained from Malena's eyes as his length getting to bend he felt the difficulty to get in, Balem moaning in pleasure now as he was pulling her with a hand of his while with the other he was arranging and holding to himself, forcing his entrance millimeter by millimeter, and with a wicked voice he grunted - You said that every part of your body were mine, and you implored me to use what is mine - moaning out loud she sobbed then, tightening her eyes, feeling him to get in more and more - And THIS is what I want by now.          - My Lord, please, make use of  mercy! It hurts, my Lord!          - Implore me for doing this - he commanded, ignoring her request.          - Lord Balem!          Getting to keep his length straight and grinding his teeth, making strength against her he entered then to the end, closing his eyes tight shut and retorting his neck back as he let a grunting to scape out, and in a single movement he cringed his belly and just pulled a half out, what made her to moan out loud in agony, and he spoked loud:          - Oh, Malena! Perfection!          - My beloved Lord, please!          - Quiet! Relax! - and he spitted  once more, at that time disdainfully, on the half of his own sex that was out before to once again introduce it inside her, starting to thrust on as he was grunting loud, barely supporting the pressure made by her virgin ass around his so potent length, and little by little a strange mixing of pain and pleasure installed itself on Malena, who was still weeping, but that by now restarting to incline her  hips up into his direction as before, at each thrust. And the pain was step by step disappearing, and a pleasure she didn't judge before that would exist began to show itself to her very slowly. And inclining himself over her back, getting too on his hands above her, Balem with one of his large hands made Malena to turn her face as he licked up one of her cheeks:          - It pleases me the taste of your tears, my she-slave. (to be continued...)

[abrassaxe]

Can you write a Balem x reader one shot where the reader is kidnapped(personality is shy, fearful of him yet obedient when needed) by Balem and she eventually falls for him and he falls for her?

That’s a hard pass, I’m afraid. Not quite my jive.

[fandomvariousness]

Imagine Request

Can you write a Balem(Jupiter Ascending fandom) x reader one shot?

Plot: Balem is looking for a wife/partner and his sister Kalique recommends a human female to him? The female does not know Balem or Kalique she just resides on Earth. Balm decides to have her kidnapped or kidnaps her himself to bring the reader to him. He loves her but isn’t afraid to show his sadistic/temperamental/threatening side when she resists him(no smut just angst/fluff), and the reader grows to love him too after a short while

Reader personality: shy, secretly has a loving side but doesn’t show it much due to fear, fearful of Balem, slightly resistant due to her fear but obedient when threatened

My apologies if I made this too specific

[itsclydebitches]

Jupiter Ascending Fic: When the Bough Breaks

Summary: Just days after Balem returned to his adult self, Jupiter is thrown head-first into another adventure - one she, frankly, really doesn't have the energy for. But when has the universe ever taken her desires into account? Mysteries, promises, and desperate moves forward; bees, splices, and awkward family dinners. It's enough to make even her seasoned head spin.

...which doesn't even include the chance to play at 'Mother' once more. Only question is: will Jupiter take it?

(Sequel to Rock the Cradle)

Fandom: Jupiter Ascending

Words: 1,614 (so far) 

Warnings: Mentions of past child abuse, alcoholism 

Pairings: Jupiter/Caine

Where to Read it: Below the cut or on AO3 (AO3 recommended for formatting) 

When the Bough Breaks: Chapter One

Jupiter sat with her back to most of the crowd, the sun warming her neck and her hands fidgeting endlessly. One traced the condensation on her glass while the other twisted the stud in her ear.

“I spy with my little eye…” she said, turning to scan the patrons. There was certainly a lot to choose from. The day was hot, the shopping good, and everyone seemed to have had the same idea as her: get lunch at the cute little outdoor café. Jupiter saw a young couple playing footsie underneath their table, the one girl’s heels gliding over the other’s sandals. There was another woman whom she presumed was a teacher, hard at work even during the summer months, covering some poor student’s paper using Track Changes. A group of guys shared a large plate of nachos. A father absently pet his daughter’s hair as he scowled at his phone. A mother—

Jupiter whirled back around. She planted her chin in her hand and pursed her lips. Then she smiled at Caine.

“Something yellow,” she finished.

“The confection on those men’s chips,” Caine answered readily. He bit his lip slightly when she huffed.

“How—?”

“Your stared at them a moment longer than the other spots. Did you want some?”

Nachos… food did always make her feel better. She’d already had a chicken and pesto sandwich though. And an iced chai. And half of Caine’s blueberry scone.

Jupiter waved him off. “No, I’m good. You’re cheating though.”

“I am?” Caine blinked. “I thought the purpose of this game was to determine what you’d spotted based on eye-line matches, common facial tells, your individual preferences…” he trailed off when Jupiter’s sulking grew more pronounced.

“You’re supposed to guess,” she moaned.

“That… doesn’t seem to take much skill…”

Jupiter let out a groan and gave up, planting her head on the cool tabletop. Why she’d thought it would be a good idea to teach Caine a kid’s game, she didn’t know. It had started as a stupid distraction, but apparently her subconscious wasn’t willing to let things go just yet. So Jupiter was now perfectly content to glare at the table, thank you very much. It was one of those frosted glass ones and Jupiter took a ridiculous amount of pleasure in watching her blurred feet kick at the slate. She only stopped when her flip-flop bent—betrayal—and she stubbed her toe. Jupiter muttered a few obscenities into the crook of her arm.

A minute passed. Two. Then Jupiter felt the slightest poke on the top of her head. It turned into five fingers gently massaging her scalp and she groaned again, this time in contentment.

“I spy with my little eye… A queen who is rather worried about tonight’s festivities.”

“Festivities.” Jupiter’s head shot back up and she blinked at Caine. “I wouldn’t really call it ‘festivities.’”

“No? You decided to host the event.”

Okay. So Jupiter may or may not have been overly optimistic and grasping at straws the second she walked out of that throne room. Could anyone really blame her? Her life hadn’t exactly been plan-proof lately: abducted by aliens, finding out she was Queen of Far Too Much Shit, landing herself a hunky angel-wolf-boyfriend…

… finding out her would-be murderer had possibly, deliberately de-aged himself.

Balem.

That was the crux of it all, wasn’t it? One moment Jupiter was sort of getting used to her newfound space life, the next a capitalist obsessed mama’s boy was taking up residence in her lap. She wasn’t going to lie, not to herself at least. Balem had drawn forth a whole slew of maternal instincts that, frankly, Jupiter had thought she’d missed out on genetically. Devotion to Dude Bros 1 through 6 of her misspent youth certainly hadn’t inspired a desire for kids. Hell, even Caine hadn’t managed that, not until Jupiter actually saw him shuffling around a cranky six-year-old, trying to figure out how to talk to this girlfriend-stealing creature. Maybe it was a sliver of Seraphi rising up within her… no. Maybe it was the essence of what Seraphi could have been, if she’d bothered to spend a second to get to know the child she’d given life to. Maybe it was just that Jupiter couldn’t stand to see a tiny face crying like that. Whatever it was, Balem had managed to become quite the fixture within her heart—all the sappiness implied. Jupiter loved the brat. Only problem was, that brat was gone.

Sort of. Kind of? One second she’d had what she was coming to think of as a son, the next Jupiter just had an enemy again, breathing insults down the back of her neck… except that Balem had changed deliberately. He had started all this. At least, that was the impression Kalique and Titus held. It couldn’t be a coincidence that Balem was reading Liam and Cryian’s story the day he took a Regene-X bath with a disabled genetic code. Or hell, maybe it was a coincidence. Caine and Stinger certainly weren’t convinced (“You Majesty,” soft eyes, an almost pitying stare. “Balem, the adult Balem, lost the ability to love centuries ago…”). All Jupiter knew for sure was that she’d seen evidence of her own, things that went beyond Kalique’s stupid book or the boys’ cynicism: Balem had worn her earring. He hadn’t tossed the album back in a charred heap. Jupiter knew—could see it in his eyes—that he remembered.

Certainly all the counted for something, right?

Jupiter planted her face into her hands. “Or maybe he just couldn’t be bothered to take the damn earring out,” she muttered.

Caine nodded, understanding, fingers returning to massage Jupiter’s wrist, right where her Entitled tattoo lay. He had callouses all over, the result of handling a ridiculously wide variety of weaponry, and Jupiter found the rough texture soothing. She let out a long, slow breath.

“I don’t know what we’re going to do with all this,” she said, nodding to the bags at their feet. “This was a stupid idea.”

“Stinger will appreciate the food. Even more if you cook it for him.”

“Ha. Yeah. How do you get so good at pancakes and nothing else?”

“It’s a talent.”

Jupiter continued nudging the nearest bag with the front of her flip-flop. As she did, movement caught her eye again: that mother, sitting on the table to their right, spoon feeding her infant something mushy and green. It was easy for that woman, wasn’t it? Nothing was easy for Jupiter as a potentially would-be mother… or as a daughter.

She’d been stupidly optimistic a week ago. Dealing with Balem’s transformation and his quick turn back, Jupiter had admittedly been reeling a bit. She’d thrown out the invitation to dinner with more confidence than she’d felt, especially considering there hadn’t been a dinner scheduled yet. Kalique and Titus had both agreed readily enough—no doubt they wanted to get as much dirt on their brother as possible, though the more she thought about it, the more Jupiter convinced herself that Balem wouldn’t even show. Why would he? Tens of thousands of years weren’t outweighed by a few days in her care. Besides, if Balem was anything, he was stubborn.

Sometime between Friday and Saturday those dinner plans had turned into a “reveal-you’re-a-galactic-queen-to-your-family-omg-it’s-time-Jupiter” party. She had promised her mom two days, after that fiasco of a dinner. She’d intended to call a meeting and explain things on Monday, as calmly and rationally as possible when her life was neither calm nor rational. Jupiter knew there was a hell of a lot to explain. When she’d touched back down on Earth after seeing to Balem, she’d found her family happily back at home, neither Aleksa nor Nino recalling that just hours before Jupiter had disappeared on their client’s lawn, dematerializing in a flash of blue light. Apparently the Keepers stationed on Earth had a damn good response time.

Memory wipes after the refinery… after Balem… how long could this go on? Jupiter didn’t know what the long term effects of something like that was, and frankly, she didn’t want to find out. Just tell them all ready, you dolt.

So… Monday. That had been the plan, anyway. Her mom and the others would have a few days days before Thursday’s dinner to process it all, which was a hell of a lot more than Jupiter had gotten. Imagine, coming to terms with extraterrestrial life without said life pointing a laser gun at your head, and they weren’t the once inheriting a freaking planet. (Unless they were? Who gained her inheritance when she died?? Ugh, legalities…) The only problem with this master plan was that Monday had passed her by, with Jupiter spending it hovering anxiously around her mom—opening and shutting her mouth like a caught, cowardly trout.

…Easy to imagine how well that had gone over.

Tuesday gone, Wednesday too, Thursday morning at 12:00 Jupiter had called a quick goodbye after finishing the Lawrence’s house, met Caine at the store, and proceeded to purchase all the ingredients for a dinner that was only technically still in the works.

Here and now, Jupiter sullenly kicked the bag of groceries. Again.

“You’ll break the eggs,” Caine cautioned. He didn’t sound terribly upset about that though.

“Why did we even get eggs? You don’t need eggs for a steak and baked potato dinner.”

“Stinger wants to broaden his breakfast repertoire.”

Jupiter narrowed her eyes. “Well Stinger can just—”

Bzz, Bzz.

“—call me apparently." Caine shrugged, no more knowledgeable than she was. All Jupiter could do was palm her phone and lean her elbow casually on the table.

"Hey, beekeeper. What's up?”

[raven-black102]

His Lover A Warrior

(Balem Abrasax X Guard! Reader)

Imagine Being Balem Personal guard and a secret lover.

This is also my very first Balem Abrasax one-shot. Hope you guys like it!

(Y/n)’s POV

It was silent as It was just me and Balem in his throne room waiting for the guess to come in and talk business. “You're quiet.” Balem said softly as I stood by his side. “I’m just thinking my Lord.” I said as I saw a slight frown when I said his title. “I have a sick feeling that one of those men is hiding something.” I finished as I turned to look at him.

This pecked his interest since I was always right with my gut feeling human or not. “You sure you not ill my love?” He asked as he turned to look at me. “If I was then I wouldn’t be with you My Lord.” I said bowing my head slightly. “Stop.” He said causing me to smile at him slightly. 

“You know how much I hate it when you call me that.” He said sternly causing me to laugh softly at him and stood straight up. “I am only equal to those that serve you Lord Balem. I am nothing more and nothing less.” I said as I turn to look ahead. 

“And that is why I fallen for you.” He said softly as I smiled at him slightly. “You can be more then powerful if you where my Queen. But you refuse just to stand by my side and fight with me instead of hiding away where you can be safe from everything.” He said as I bit the inside my cheek to prevent myself from blushing at him.

“I am not afraid to fight My King.” I said as I saw him smile slightly at what I called him. “Nor am I afraid to die for you.” I added causing him to frown at me. He was about to say something only for me to look at the door as it opened. I frown as I watch Cygnus who held a confident aura around him.

“The next Harvest well happen tell 5 years.” I heard one of the guest said as I felt someone looking at me. I look around as I saw Jace one of my many trusted guard I have. “Well you excuse me.” I said softly as I saw Balem looking at me. He frown but nod his head telling me I could go.

I gracefully walked out taking notice of more them one eyes on me. “(Y/n).” Jace said as I look at him with a raised eyebrow. “What is it?” I asked him as I saw William, Phil, and Andrew here as well. “There are bombs near the gates.” William said causing me to stiffen slightly. “Andrew, Jace find there person who put them there and bring them to me. William, Phil put the bomb on Cygnus Chipper and a tracker.” I said as they bowed there head and smirk darkly as they left.

I smirk ever so slightly as I walked back out towards Balem side. “Someone place bombs at the gate.” I whispered to Balem as nobody seems to notice our little extends of words. “Andrew and Jace went to find the ones who put them there while William and Phil when to put the bombs in Cygnus Chipper." I said softly as I saw his finger slightly twitch.

My smirk never fluttered as I stood straight up and look to see Cygnus looking at me. I raised and eyebrow at him causing him to quickly look away from me and back to Balem who seems to see his stare towards me. “Is there a problem Cygnus?” Balem asked scaring all the guess. “Why do you have that earthling whore with you all the time.” Cygnus asked causing me to laugh at him.

“If I where you. I wouldn’t judge what you see.” I said as I saw the dark look in Balem eyes. I disappeared and reappeared next to Cygnus and placed my dagger on his throat. “If you must know. I’ve probably have killed more people them Balem has ever streaked fear in them.” I said darkly as I saw Balem raised up his hand. 

I huffed slightly then took the dagger down and disappeared and reappeared next to Balem again. “Never underestimate my guards Cygnus.” Balem said slightly calmed for what Cygnus called me. “Mistress! We found an Intruder.” I heard Jace yelled causing me to look at Balem.

“Go ahead.” Balem mumbled letting me take full control of the interrogation. “Who hired you here?” I asked softly as if I was talking to a child. The poor boy looked up at me in pain causing me to look at both Andrew and Jace. ‘He was already like this when we found him.’ Andrew said in my mind causing me to nod.

“Who did you see?” I asked again as I crouch in front of him. “There was two other guards I haven’t seen them around here.” The boy said as I placed my index and pointer finger on his chin making him look up at me. “Where they with somebody?” I asked as he nod his head then looked at Cygnus. “It was him.” The boy said then everything happened so quick.

I stood in front of the boy as I felt a sharp pain on my shoulder. “NO!” Balem yelled as Andrew hold Cygnus by the throat in the air while Jace is by my side. “Mistress.” Jace called as I groan slightly. “Fuck it hurt.” I mumbled softly as I saw Balem by my side. “Take him away.” Balem said to Andrew who grins at Cygnus. 

“With pleasure.” Andrew said as Balem glared at the others. “Leave us.” Balem said as Mr. Night come back with a healer. “I’m fine.” I said softly as Jace helped me sat up and Balem placed a hand on my lower back. "Master your lossing too much blood." Jace said as I felt my eyes grow heavy.

3rd Person POV

(Y/n)'s eyes grow heavy as Balem started to panic. "(Y/n)? Don't close your eyes. Stay with us." Balem urged as the healer tried there best. "Master this is gonna hurt." Jace said then pulled out the dagger causing (Y/n) to gasp and whimper in pain.

Balem panic as he watch his lovers tried her best not to fall into a deep slumber one that she might not be able to wake up from. Even though Balem and (Y/n) love for each other was secret it was obvious for a few people to see through them. Other think they would make a great king and queen.

"Master your gonna make it. You just need to fight okay." Jace said softly as Balem looked at him. "This is the best I could do." The healer said bowing there head as Balem pulled (Y/n)'s body closer to him. "Thats all your can do?!" Balem yelled as Jace looked at the boy.

"Lord Balem. You are in no position to take charge." Jace said causing Balem to glare at him. "Master told me when your emotion is out of control that William will take charge tell your back to your usual self." Jace said as Balem looked at him then back to (Y/n). "Take her to your room. Then we can see what we can do to Cygnus." Jace said just as William and Phil came in the room.

"What happened?" William asked as he saw Balem pick up (Y/n) sleeping form and carried her bridal Style. "Cygnus. We got to make sure Andrew doesn't have all the fun." Jace said darkly as William nod his head and look out Balem. "Well wait for your orders when you come back Lord Balem." William said them walked away.

To anyone who would have just said that and left Balem would had them killed or scared them to there own graves. But since this (Y/n)'s well trusted guards he had no questions or doubts against them. "Come on boy." Jace said as Balem walked off toward his chambers.

[the-firebird69]

Watch "X2 Clip - White House (2003) X-Men Movie" on YouTube

Has fast. I helped him of course as he demanded it for the constant harvest Jupiter jokes at all hours as ppl wake me. It's the ever handy gag bja aka cork. Dressed for success mutated by Balaam Baal and slaughtered them all. Balaam is Oryx. From Jupiter. Trump has a chi overlay tons of changes lots of blood hidden. He died they grabbed the original document. Replaced it. And photocopied it as balem...well. Swallowed balem to do it as you say s ok. Is Oryx aka Balaam ruler of all Jupiter

Thor

[anodyne-sunflower]

Big God-BalemxReader

A/N: Inspired by Big God. ✨ So, up next in the Florence Drabbles, we have Balem. Enjoy.

MOOD MUSIC: Big God by FatM

***

Often times, we have a tendency as humans to anticipate the desires of others. We use it, perhaps abuse it, on occasion. More than we’d care to admit. One could venture a guess as to why, but more often than not it is down to the basic fact that we simply want. It doesn’t matter if it’s a material object, or another person we long for in the quiet of the night. We all find ways to get what we want in the end, and some of us are just better at it than others.

“You are here, again?”

You turned slowly at the sound of his voice, eyeing the skillful way he unclipped his cape from about his shoulders. He settled the garment faithfully down on his throne, as if the weight of all his problems existed in that one item. It was a privilege to watch, for some questionable reason. One that you didn’t deem worthy to pick apart and analyze. Not that you’d so willingly admit that to Balem. He had a way of twisting your words and using them so delightfully against you. Perhaps, that was a talent that should be admired in this day and age.

“I-“

“Save that precious little breath of yours.” He quipped, casually descending into his seat and eyeing you like some minor inconvenience needing to be dealt with. Perhaps, in some way, he was correct in that thinking. Painful as it was. By rights, you shouldn’t even be here. “I’ll save you the trouble, little dove-“

Even through the sweet words his contempt was felt. Every single syllable rolling off his tongue in a manner that inflicted fear and joy within your heart. By now, it shouldn’t have been a shock to either of you. This twisted form of care and dependency you had placed in each other. One that was proving to be inescapable. “Balem,” You could not stand silent for too long, because even you couldn’t tolerate the tension slowly building. “Enough with your games. If you know why I’m here, then-“

“Tsk.” He scolded, crossing his legs and watching you with even more interest than before. “My little brother barely satisfies you in bed, so you eagerly make your way across a galaxy to have that particular need of yours fulfilled. Is that honest enough for you?” He stated flatly, gripping his wine glass in his hand as he took one long sip. His eyes glanced expectantly at you, the egotistical gleam in them only aiding to increase your fascination with him.

However, his bluntness left you speechless, cheeks heated in shame and embarrassment all at once. How he said such revealing things in a smooth manner was impressive, but you would not sit and be made a fool of. “As long as we’re being honest, then let me help you with some details. Your little brother is far more loved in this world than you’ll ever be, and the only solace you take in that is the fact you get to-“

In an instant, he was on you, palms wrapped bitterly around your arms and nose inches from your own as he seethed in his rage. Your words had easily persuaded his anger, and true as they might be he would not have any of it. “Choose your words carefully, little dove. I do not take mercy on anyone. Even if they provide some entertainment away from this hell.” His fingers laced around your chin, fingertips pushing deeply into your skin as he urged you to look him in the eye. It was bruising, and yet, the shameful heat you felt building below only provoked your insults.

“You think I fear you?” It was a foolish question to pose to him, because you were certain he could tell just how frightening a man he could be. But, proving him right would only anger you, and that wasn’t something you would be content with. “You’re nothing, Balem. That’s why you need me.” You carefully placed your hand on his chest, feeling the deep beats of his heart as his gaze followed your movements. You knew that heartbeat well, years of sneaking around would make anyone privy to that endearing drumming. “As I was saying,” you whispered closely to him, making sure your lips brushed his in that enticing way he adored. “The only solace you take in all this, is getting to fuck the very woman your brother calls his wife.” Vulgar as it was, you knew those words would rile him up. They never failed to, after all. He was still a man, powerful and arrogant, but a man just the same.

***

A/N: Was almost gonna write a smut. Almost.

[anodyne-sunflower]

headcanons for balem celebrating his human s/o birthday

I’ve been laughing about this one for a while. I just love the visuals I got lol Fucking, Balem. ✨

-Balem, while happy to flaunt his wealth, usually dislikes any form of celebration. He detests his guests, his siblings, the entire universe. But, there are times he enjoys being the planner behind certain events.-Your birthday was one of them. He adored that day, not for any sentimental reason like it being the day his love was born. But, rather because it gave him another excuse to prove to you how much he could give you.-It’s his selfish/caring way of showing his adoration for you. -He knows you’re an earthling, so the customs are different. But, your birthday would be celebrated over a week, to him.-He presents hundreds of gifts to you. Dresses, candies, jewelry, shoes. Anything he believes you’d love. -He has the kitchens put together fancy breakfasts and dinners for you all week. They’re taken in the large dining hall, with even more extravagant decorations that adorn the walls, ceilings and table. -He’d have a huge party for you later in the week. Inviting all the elite, including his siblings…if only to brag to them. -There’s music, dance, food and as much wine as he can serve. -He’d share a dance with you. One that showed off to the crowd, and another later that night on the balcony by yourselves. Because, those moments were only meant to be in private to him. -Balem would then spend the night with you. A passion filled tryst in his chambers, that left you both panting for air. -And, finally, after pushing and pushing for it. He’d take you to earth, anywhere you wanted.