#kicks my feet and giggles. do you like the stars as hourglass sand

[l-art-stuff-l]

rohini voice surely this time everything will be absolutely perfect and not have anything minorly inconvenient or embarrassing happen

rohini by @official-sonic-team

version without the stars because i’m proud of the galaxy stuff

[noisyquokka]

Lifetimes Before

PAIRING - Chan x GN!Reader

SYNOPSIS - Sometimes all your soul needs is a quiet night with your Lover, something that always feels familiar to you that you can't quite put a finger on.

WORDCOUNT - 2k

WARNINGS - Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship, dancing with this man under the stars? sign me up!!

A/N - I've had this idea stuck in my head for a while now, so I thought I'd finally get it out. Giggled, kicked my feet, twirled my hair whilst writing this and now I wish I could dance with my girlfriend... Anyway Happy Chan day, everybody!!🥰🎉

The wood creaks beneath your weight as you descend the staircase, halting at the second-last step and leaning over the railing. You scan the open space in search of your Lover, ears perking at the melody floating about the first floor. Something far older than the two of you, with elements of blues, swing, big band. A man with the vocals of silk and lace, a warm embrace. Nat King Cole. It's a record you're familiar with, one you can imagine your grandparents listening to in their late 20s. It's something that fits a quiet Sunday evening, the spices from a homecooked meal wafting through the house as the family sits down to eat. Something that fits this quiet Sunday evening.

The chosen vinyl spins on the turntable, soundwaves moving you like nothing else can. You skip down the last few steps, turning towards the back patio with a furrowed brow. There's a faint glow shining through the door's glass, fighting its way through the sheer curtains hanging from them; a pathetic excuse for privacy. But you find the golden glow of a sunset too good to pass up most days, the rays bleeding through the hallway, running up the walls like untamed flames in a campfire.

Ah, that glow… one of crackling wood and all-encompassing heat.

A smile pulls at the corners of your lips, your slippers padding across the runner in the hall as you pull the door open. Chan's back is to you, tending to the fire in the freestanding pit. Daylight is fading, the tree tops along your property rimmed in the amber glow of late Summer. The northern breeze assaults the fabric on your person, greeting the bare skin beneath with a sweet kiss of chills. You step out anyway, patio bricks smooth underfoot, and clear your throat. The man's shoulders tense only for a moment, straightening up as he turns to you. That familiar look of affection adorns his face.

"So what's this, then?" You gesture to the fire, the buzzing stereo inside. It's romantic beyond measure, and even as you know the events that are about to unfold, you play coy. "You call me down here for what, exactly?"

"Leave the door open," He says, waving you over with a wag of his fingers. You oblige, unable to hold back your smile as you close in on the sight before you. The mess of curls atop his head move with him, his focus on nothing else but you as you cross the space from the entrance to the patio. The closer you get, the wider Chan's smile gets until you're greeted by those dimples, the fire light washing over the elusive divots as he turns back to the horizon awash in a blaze of vibrant hues. Orange, violet, yellowish-pink.

You stop behind him, feeling the warmth of the fire spill over the broadness of his shoulders. He chuckles when your arms slink around his waist, tightening as you rest your cheek at the space between his shoulder blades. You take a deep breath, closing your eyes. The patio door sways open further with the breeze, the sound of the stereo mingling with the crackles and pops of dry wood. It's almost like the sands in the hourglass stop out here, every single time. If only…

Chan's fingers slip under one of your hands, linking your fingers together to pull you around to his side. The song that's playing ends, and you recognize the next instantly. Those fingers squeeze around yours in a nonverbal question, and Chan follows up with a verbal one.

"May I?"

"Do you even have to ask?"

"I'm just being a gentleman." He insists, pulling you closer with a gentle hand. His other hand settles at your waist, taking the lead in this three-step on this chilly evening. And you follow with no complaints, bringing your opposite hand up to rest on his shoulder. Nat King Cole begins his silken performance from inside.

Three little words,

Oh what I'd give for that wonderful phrase,

To hear those three little words,

That's all I'd live for the rest of my days,

His grip on you is firm but comfortable, there to keep you close even as he knows you're not going anywhere. The two of you ease into that familiar swing and sway, so used to being soul partners in this backyard oasis where the only wandering eyes are the wildlife that slinks through the shadows and the stars that have yet to make their appearance tonight. Moving together as one, sharing the same space as Chan pulls you in so your back is to his chest.

And what I feel in my heart,

They tell sincerely,

No other words can tell it half so clearly,

His voice rumbles in his chest, swaying you back and forth as he softly serenades you in his arms. You're smiling, lashes fluttering at such a serene and calming voice, the lyrics carrying you on wings of sound as you step in time with the music. And oh, does that voice hold nothing but the strongest affection for the one he's singing to. It erupts butterflies within your chest.

Chan unfurls you from his embrace, your fingers interlocking again as you step backward, shifting your weight to your left foot and coming back to center. It's hard not to smile, something so natural to the both of you - a waltz between two Lovers in firelight as your bodies flow like a river - when you've been here a number of times. The instrumentals fill the air between you both, floating out of the warmly lit home and into the night. 

Three little words,

Eight little letters,

Which simply mean I love you.

Chan's voice fills your ears again as he spins you around the patio, the chill creeping under your shirt. Even so, you feel nothing but warmth radiating from the man that's swinging you around like this is the most fun he's had in all his lifetimes. He pushes you away, shifting his left foot back before strong arms are pulling you back into him. Your laughter echoes through the trees, and you let your head fall back in bliss. You bite your lip as he presses a kiss to your chin.

"Am I doin' this right?" His breath is soft on your neck, arms slipping to the small of your back while yours find their resting place at his shoulders. You're much too close to properly dance, so Chan guides you into a slow and simple sway, shifting your weight from your left foot to your right.

"You're the dancer, Christopher," You reply, tilting your head to lock eyes with the man, "shouldn't you know?" A soft smile takes over your lips as you let your eyes linger on his in the warmth of the fire.

"I was referring to my execution," He gestures to the romantic setting he'd created with a smirk. "but from the look on your face, I'm guessing I've done alright."

You chuckle, blinking as your fingers find the hair at the nape of his neck. Your gaze flits around the backyard, seemingly judging the choices he'd made. The wind kicks up now, rustling the changing leaves that sway along their branches with you two below. The flames crackle with the intrusive whispers of air, embers glowing as they travel on the wind's current like fireflies. Your focus come back to those warm amber eyes, licking your lips.

"I'd say so." You murmur, leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Chan grins at that, lifting you with ease and twirling you around, the two of you moving in a smooth circle. You squeal at his movements, eyes wide for the slightest second as the pads of your fingers dig into his shoulders. But then you hear him giggle and you're being brought back down just enough that his lips can find yours. You hum contentedly into the kiss, lashes fluttering against your ever heating cheeks.

And what I feel in my heart,

They tell sincerely,

No other words can tell it half so clearly,

He sets you back to your feet and without missing a beat, you're back in step with little effort. Your body moves in time with Chan's and his with yours, each step blending into the next. The intuitive tells and the way you understand each other's bodies is an artform, with a level of cohesion that defies all logic. Like two halves of a whole, your souls intertwined in a way that's otherworldly. Attuned to the natural rhythm of one another, every step, every touch. It's something learned over lifetimes. It's an enchanting feeling; an experience you could live in for eternity if only you get to experience it with his soul in every single life beyond this one.

Three little words,

Eight little letters,

Which simply mean I love you,

He spins you away again, lyrics dancing on the tip of his tongue. The man's voice is like a soft, melodic lullaby, it's smooth and soothing tones washing over you. The breeze and the fire craft a tranquil and romantic atmosphere as you sway your hips with the music. The flames cast a glow across Chan's face, dancing over bare skin as he draws you back into him, foreheads bumping softly. He brings a hand up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing fervently at the warm skin. Time moves slowly in this moment, lasting an eternity as you breathe each other in. You could've sworn this song is only about two minutes long.

"Simply mean I love you."

He sings the last line softly, a wide grin taking over his face. You mirror that grin, unable to hold back as your heart beats heavy in your chest. Two pairs of eyes stare for a long moment, taking in every feature, every imperfection, everything. Nothing but a heart palpitating love in those gazes, melting into one another. There's love.

"I love you."

It's said at the same time, soft chuckles vibrating through warm chests. His breath lightly fans over your cheeks, the hand at your back coming to rest at your hip. He tilts your head up just enough, the softness of his lips meeting yours in another gentle kiss. You're still slightly swaying as the next song plays in the background, your senses tuned into him as you feel the chill on your skin, the scent of burning wood, the taste of Chan's lips on yours.

You dance until the fire begins to die, your bodies intertwined and foreheads resting against each other. Until the vinyl is finished playing, giving way to the chorus of night insects that still sing this close to the start of Autumn. The embers burn away, cooling into white ash as starlight takes over, the moon's soft luminescence illuminating the two of you. And even after all is quiet, you stay in Chan's arms, the warmth of his skin and his voice a gentle comfort.

You know you have work in the morning, but enveloped in your Lover's arms, you don't see yourself finding the willpower to rush back inside to go to bed. Not when everything feels as it should. Heartbeats in sync, two souls sharing such a profound connection that poets of old could only weave into the fabric of humanity's web with their weathered scribes.

You see their gazes now, in the twinkling of the stars above, beautiful and serene. A creation all their own. The scene brings a smile to their shimmering faces, that you know every inch of the man beside you. Every inch of his body, every movement, every sound. There is nothing that Chan does that you don't already know. Your love runs deeper than flesh and bone, deeper than the vastness of galaxies. It's a love that runs to the very essence of your two souls. A love that has lasted lifetimes before this one and will last for lifetimes after.

The hours pass, but you don't rush back inside to sleep. There is no hurry, no need. 

You are where you're supposed to be, in the arms of the man you love.

Psst!! If you made it this far, thank you for taking the time to read my work 💕 I appreciate you!

[strawbearisamu]

stars and late night beach escapades [summer collection: vol 2]

timeskip! kuroo tetsurō x gn! reader

summary: rest and reassurance under the night sky, comfort fic

note: this one’s more about the nature and rest than the boys oops

you smile. the windows rolled down, your playlist playing in the background. the wind in your hair, the cool night air massaging your face and the the steady beat of the wind in your ears, you take a deep breath.

“where are we going?” you ask.

“to clear your mind.”

—

you breathe it in, the smell of the briney ocean crisp against the cold of the night air, the sound of soft waves crashing against one another, as you take in the quiet of the empty beach.

you throw off your slippers, running straight towards the water, barefoot in the sand, only coming to a halt when you're submerged calf deep in the cool water.

you let the tide take charge, rising and falling, the currents pushing you back then pulling you in, again and again. closing your eyes, you wiggle your toes in the sand, enjoying the therapeutic feeling of the sand slipping from underneath your feet, being pulled back into the ocean, the sensation almost like a massage. you’re smiling, a genuine one. and like sand in an hourglass, you feel your worries slip away, allowing yourself to be untethered from the weight of your burdens.

“y/n!” he calls out to you, running towards the ocean, adorning a wide goofy smile, so bright it could illuminate nighttime better than the moon. he takes wide steps, submerging a little further into the ocean than you as he holds his hand out to you.

“how gentlemanly.” you giggle placing your palm in his, fingers intertwined, and your heart filled with warmth and fullness. love in its simplicity, no words, only the linking of your palms forming a connection that transcends language.

you guys stew in the water, watching the night sky. he hums a little tune, he’s crouching, splashing the water at nothing as you look up at the shining stars.

"i feel like a meteorite.” you say out of nowhere.

"a flaming rock?" he laughs a little, looking up at you. “i guess you can be pretty stubborn like that, and hot.”

“shut up tsurō,” grinning at your boyfriend.

“i say it the way i see it.” he shrugs before splashing a little on you.

“tsurō! oh you’re getting it now,” kicking the seawater towards his crouched form. “retribution,” you say before turning your attention back to the sky, his mouth hanging agape.

a comfortable silence falls on the both of you.

“what do you do when you see a shooting star?” you ask, rhetorical.

but kuroo chimes in anyway “wish on it?”

“right, when you see a shooting star you wish on it. it’s beautiful, bright, it catches your attention, it carries your wishes, but only for a fleeting moment.”

he stares at you, your features illuminated by a soft moonlight, as you continue looking up at the sky, reaching a hand out to it.

“the star carries their wishes, it’s heavy. the wishes are too heavy,” you pause, saying in the faintest of whispers, “it crashes and burns, amalgamating in destruction, to itself...and everything around it.”

kuroo frowns a little but he doesn’t invalidate your little thought journey. “that’s one way to think of it...meteorites, meteorites, meteorites,” he mutters under his breath, his eyebrows furrowed, trying to string his thoughts together.

“i’m only joking, kuroo, if you frown and furrow your brows like that you’ll get wrinkles at 25,” you tease.

“my girlfriend hates me everyone.” he says jabbing back at you with a coy smile.

“the shooting star is oblivious.” he finally says.

“what?”

he’s looking down, playing with the seawater, “oblivious to the hope it gives the dreamers, the the joy it brings at just the sight of it. it’s an unstoppable force of nature. a shooting star is beautiful even if you say it’s not, even if it says it’s not. but most importantly, a shooting star has no obligation to bear anyone’s wishes... it’s presence is hope enough. so you’re right, you are much like a meteorite.”

“pfft, you spent 5 minutes racking your brain for that huh, but it’s kinda beautiful tsurō,” a smile graces your lips, “you big giant nerd, who knew you had that in you.” playfully punching his arm, as you try to laugh off the tears starting to form in your eyes.

he stands back up, brushing the sand off his shirt and walks towards you. he holds the back of your head, tilting it so you’re looking up at him, gently brushing your hair and patting it, “you’re a crazy meteorite,” he whispers, his hazel orbs glowing in the darkness of night.

wrapping an arm around you, he pulls you into his warm embrace. you stay there for awhile but kuroo starts running his mouth again, "also it gives meteorites give us insights to our very understanding of the universe?”

"eh. i don’t wanna be a science experiment. 5/10 not your best one." your voice muffled in his chest.

“the only thing you destroy is my self esteem babe.....”

sol’s comments: kinda like hazy memories this was more about the atmosphere and feelings than about kuroo :” also this fic was partially inspired by the fallen star art installation at ucsd <33

click me for the masterlist // summer collection

each and every reblop is appreciated ☻ (+ free hugs)

[boredfaneliza]

Libahunt 3.something Alfori: 666 Shades of Purple Part 2

Ummm oops? Uhh enjoy this I guess while I cry over Chapter 35 afterwards.

Words: 2125 (holy shit-)

“I swear I’m going to get my hands on Grigori.” Alfa grumbled with her arms crossed. “I’ll cut out his lips if I have to!”

“At least you didn’t have a tongue on tongue action.” Arcia giggled. That only made their leader groan out more. “Also, has anyone seen Maeve?” Nobody answered, but some whispered in question. All of them say no or shake their heads. “Are you kidding me? They must’ve saw something then unless—”

“Grigori took them away.”

—

Sheets almost felled off the bed when Maeve woke up. It’s a simple room with a nightstand and a drawer. The bed they’re lying on is soft and made out of silk. The pillow isn’t hard either. They were about to freaked out, but have to calm down.

Who took them here? Probably Grigori. What happened? The chains dragged their body away from the group. When did it happened? Maybe an hour ago. How did it happened? Maybe when they’re distracted by the kiss. Where are they now? Not prison, but it gives bad vibes. Why? That they don’t know yet.

“I see you’re awake.” A dark elf came into the room while holding clothes on their arm. “Grigori would like to see you. Please change into these clothes since it’s appropriate for the meeting.” They hand them the clothes before leaving the room.

“Please don’t tell me it’s a dress…” Maeve unfolded the clothes and revealed a long, gray dress in long sleeves. “Goddammit.” Despite their protests and grumbling. They reluctantly put it on with some struggles. The only thing they kept wearing was their sweatpants underneath the dress. Now, Maeve’s at least comfortable.

Knock, knock.

“Are you finished?” Someone behind the door asked. Maeve had to yell out ‘yeah’. The elf lets themselves in. “Great, now you must follow me to the diner room.” They walked out of the room and went down to the east hallway. Some valuables here and there. Maeve could steal them one day once the battle is over.

The elf and Maeve arrived at the huge door that is at least 6 foot. The elf opened the door for Maeve, so they went in as the door closes behind them. Totally not creepy at all.

Grigori is standing there. His eyes are focus on the window, but the reflection of Maeve let him know they’re here. He turned around. His face is still emotionless, but stern enough to send goosebumps. Thank god they used to be in J ROTC or their legs give out. He’s still wearing his long clothes, but the chains still linger.

“Why am I here?” Maeve breaks the tense silence. “I’m just a person who has special powers. I’m no demon nor edgy elves.”

“You’re only here for us and them. We need you for our plan.”

“So, you’re saying I’m bait?”

“Perhaps unless you’re willing to join my force. I heard you’re against social rules and society.” He gives a small, gentle smile despite being a facade. Maeve did have a conversation with Arcia about it. Native species shouldn’t be treated less than it should be. But at least make a notice about it instead of war. That sounds boring to her plus she’ll get tired of fighting eventually. “You’ll be captained of our group after what happened to our previous one.” Oh, yeah, the demon boyfriend. Too bad he wants to kill humans.

“And if I say no?”

“You’ll know it.”

“Can I comment on something.” Grigori gave his nod for Maeve to continue. “I just realized you’re selfish. You’re not doing this for anyone who also wanted freedom. All of this is because you wanted to get back on the Council of what they done to you and your lover. I know taking out on anger isn’t always gonna solve your problems.”

“You don’t know anything about me.” Grigori snarled at them. His eyes are now ice—cold with a strong glare, but they were unaffected. “You’re just a simple hunter who is meant to hunt down on the native species. You don’t know the torture I’ve been through. I pity your clan since there’s only small percentage of you.”

“I don’t, but I can see the guilt in your eyes when you almost hurt Alfa.”

“So? Anyways, you and I are similar.”

“I’m just a kid from New Jersey and I don’t know any—”

Chains miss Maeve by the side. That must’ve hurt his ego or something, but wouldn’t affect Grigori if Craig says it? Who knows?

“I’ll let you think about your answer unless you want to do it now. You have 24 hours until you made your final decision. Our situation right now is we’re at war at the moment.” Grigori answered. “Here’s a gift to remind you.” He hands her an hourglass. “You may leave Miss Evermore.”

“Don’t bring up my dead gender.” Maeve left the room with their hand clutching the hourglass. Their footsteps echoed throughout the hallway with glass—stained windows. At least it looks cool despite being probably stolen. They’re tempted to throw the hourglass to the window, but their gut is telling them not to do it.

Maeve arrived in their room and shut the door behind them and set the hourglass down one of the small tables. They took off their dress and find some of their old clothes lying on the bed. It’s an old band t—shirt and next to it is a pair of black arm warmers. They put it on and look into the mirror.

“I don’t look so bad.” Maeve complimented. They tugged the strand of black hair behind their ear. The reflection of the eyes of blue and yellow shined.  They thought about wearing blue eye contacts, but it’s probably expansive. “I have to get out of here.”

Besides the mirror is a wardrobe, but when Maeve look inside. There're few nightgowns, dresses, a jewelry box, and a pair of boots. Inside the drawer is more shoes, jewelry, a sack, and rope? They took the sack, which they also took the pair of boots and rope, and close the wardrobe door.

The sand is still going down on the desk that has candles near the bed. The bed has white sheets and white pillows. Fireplace flickers with fire. A huge painting hangs over the bed including the chandelier. There’s a huge, brown chest in front of the bed. They opened the chest to find a few items. A short sword with a satchel, potions, and the morning star.

“Oh, hell yeah! It’s from Castlevania!” Maeve exclaimed as they grab it. How did Grigori get this sweet weapon? They didn’t know he watched anime, but it’s cool enough that he or dark elves left it here for them. They put the potions in the sack and equip the weapons. Maeve takes off their bracelet filled with crystals and rocks. “Now time to wake up him.”

—

The boy put his pencil down and let the black cat lied on his lap. The cat purred with delight as the boy patted against his fur. His collar with a bell rings two times, and he sighs. He nodded and the cat disappeared with a black smoke trailing on his lap.

—

“What do you need?” The black cat groaned before jumping on the white bed. “Cause this better be important. Also, what is this weird aura? This is new.”

“That’s because we’re in another dimension. I need to get out of here before I either died or be brainwashed until I’m thrown away in the drain.”

“That wouldn’t be so bad.”

“Levi. You know the deal between you and mom.” This only made him groaned in response.

“Fine.” The bed underneath him is opening a huge hole. “Hopped in.” He jumped in with Maeve following him.

-

Thump

Maeve and Levi’s feet landed on the pavement. A building with a sign that says ‘Test Your Luck’. Maeve assumed it’s the bar that the other gang hang out. Not to mention that they and Arcia were there to get information.

Luckily, they weren’t suspicious because Arcia is a journalist and says she’s capable of magic. That almost convinced the bartender before not wanting to deal with the drama. They feel him.

“Is anyone there you know? Also, I’m starving.”

“Probably the bartender and I don’t know if Arcia is there. You literally order a box of pizza with mom’s card a while ago.” Maeve responded while walking towards the bar. “Let’s hope his group of friends isn’t there.”  Maeve learns this from Kingdom Hearts where Donald Duck says ‘Don’t get involved.’ and it’s also true in history as well. They opened the door and revealed the group dancing to Warriors.

They didn’t notice the two. Maeve had to shove themselves in without bumping into anyone. They somehow made it past them and went into one of the guest bedrooms. They dropped the bag and lied down on the bed. It’s so comfortable. Soon after they felled asleep with Levi curling up on their stomach.

-

“Grigori! How could you?!” Alfa cried out. Her fists are clenched before summoning her war hammer and almost hit him, but his chains got hold of it.

“It’s the law Alfa. You should know how it works and you shouldn’t get involved.”

“I thought you were my friend!”

“Since when?” Grigori turn his back toward from Alfa before flying away. His white wings stretched upwards and wind breezed through it. There was something on his cheek, but he wipes it away.

He shouldn’t get involved.

-

Maeve sits up from the bed. Sweat dripping down on their forehead. They put their hand against it then groans.

“Why do I get the weird dreams?”

“You can cry about your fever dream later. Everyone left and there're demons and elves outside. They’re trying to break in.” Levi mentioned.

“It’s time.” They walked out of the bedroom door and approached the front door. Banging can be heard from the other side. “Now, get ready Levi.” He nodded. His body form into a bigger version of himself except he’s more bloody. Maeve took out the morning star and takes a deep breath. Their skin glowed gold. They kicked down the door.

-

Bubbles coming out of the small bottle burst. Inside of it is a greenish liquid with a few leaves. A tanned hand was holding it, but she put it in a purse. Arcia pour a jug of water into the cauldron and threw a few shards of glass. Then she put some various of items in it. The last thing she put in was a strand of black hair. Bubbles were forming and swirls around when she mixed it.

“Oh hear my call, hear my call, hear my call. Please show me the face of Maeve Evermore. Show me Goddess Mira!” Arcia shouted as she mixed. The swirls are becoming more huge than before. It becomes clear and reveal a face of a person with long black hair. “Thank you.” Arcia smiled. Some tears were dripping down on her cheek.

“Any luck?” Cyrus asked. He walks into the tent and look over her shoulder. “Hey, it finally works.” the cauldron shows Maeve fighting through a group of demons and elves. There was a huge cat fighting beside them. “I didn’t know Levi was here.”

“I didn't know either, but that’s a good thing because Maeve can handle them self. However, they’re going to need help. Tell the group that I would be going after them.” Aria grabbed her bag and broom. She walked out of the tent as Cyrus followed her. She hopped on the broom and it floated. “We’ll be back.” Then she flew away.

Arcia’s blonde pigtails flew through the rushing wind. Her hands tighten on the broom and blue eyes gazed over the forest land, but the trees blocked the view. She lowered herself, avoiding the branches despite some sticks stick into her hair. Arcia's head turns around before flying into the deep forest and past the trees.

“Fuck you Grigori!” A voice came from the right of her. Arcia flies towards that direction. Once she arrived, Maeve is holding some kind of whip and facing Grigori with chains behind his back. They’re drawing attention causing the group to look at them, but some of them got distracted with the fighting. Ohm was there. It appears that he didn’t mind. “You fight just like your mom!” Their insults never change.

“How about you be quiet!” The chains went straight through where’s they’re standing.

“No!” Arcia hears herself yelling as she flew towards them. All she could remember something pulling out of her body almost empty, but it stayed. Causing her lose grip and her boy leaning over.

It’s all black.

Oops, it’s a cliffhanger. i realize it’s more of my ocs in Libahunt, but Maeve says “We’re in another dimension.” Weird. Anyways, I hope you enjoy and wait for part 3 <3