#muse: sunset shimmer

[paragonofvirtue]

"Are you an angel?" Lucas to Sunset Shimmer

Send "Are you an angel?" for my muse's reaction (Still accepting!)

"No, I wouldn't exactly consider myself one."

[offtxseethewxrld]

"Oh, hey Gloriosa..." Sunset was definitely caught off guard by the woman suddenly approaching her, but gave her a polite smile nonetheless. She held a shopping basket in one hand, and had been in the middle of picking something up off of the shelf when Gloriosa approached, so it was obvious they were here for the same reason.

"Yeah, it guess it has been a while. I don't think we've seen eachother since..." Sunset awkwardly trailed off at this point, trying to think of the most diplomatic way to end that sentence, given everything that had happened during Canterlot High's trip to Camp Everfree.

"A-anyway, bit of a coincidence running into you here. Been alright mostly. Rent's gone up a bit, so trying to save a little." She briefly shook the box of store-brand cereal she was holding before putting it into her basket. "How about you?"

@offtxseethewxrld

Is that? Why, yes it was! Sunset Shimmer! How lucky it was to run into her while doing a little bit of grocery shopping. A grin finds itself spreading across her face as she approaches.

"Well, isn't this a sight! It's been quite a while since I've seen you. I do hope everything's going well for you, Miss Shimmer."

[thethiefsden-a]

@stcries

Sunset was nervous.

More nervous than she had probably ever been in her life. More than when she met with Celestia again, more than when she had reached out for Twilight in the crater, more than her very first magic exam.

She was back in the Crystal Empire.

And here to stay too, at least for a while, with the little unicorn taking her own tour of Equestria to see what she had missed after being gone for so long. And now, thanks to some help from Twilight, she had been granted a near immediate audience with the Princess of Love at the drop of a hat.

Now here she stood before the ruler, a small sheen of sweat dripping down her face as she sunk in a low bow, making a point to not look her in the face.

"P-Princess Cadence-" Her voice was low and quivering, like a child on the verge of a panic attack. She might as well have been with as terrified as she was. "I-I come before you... a-and ask your forgiveness. I-I know... I know I might not deserve it after everything I did to you... how... how I left you..."

A sob tore from her throat, one that she tried, and failed, to choke back, the sound coming close to that of a pig that had been lightly stepped on. "I-I'M SORRY!" She suddenly cried, her voice full of anguish and pain. "I'm so sorry for everything! I was such a terrible pony to you, and I never meant to hurt you, and I was just so jealous of you......!"

Her whole body was shaking, but still she refused to look up.

[multitude-of-muses]

 💋 battle to see who wants to smooch Rarity the most- // @wintermulitplied

Sunset, Capper, AJ and Trixie are all looking over. They do be interested.

. . . wait, why are they fighting and why is Trixie standing atop all of them in mere seconds?

[sorcerymuses]

Sunset Shimmer, Friendship is Power

Pony Appearance

Species: Unicorn Mane/Tail: Blond and red stripped curly Pelt: Soft orange Eyes: Teal Body Type: Average adult height Cutie Mark: Red and gold shining sun with a yin-yang style

Human Appearance

Height: 5'3" Hair: Waist length red with heavy blond highlights Eyes: Teal Notable Features: Lightly tanned skin FC: Ashley Tisdale Birthday: July 26

Sunset Shimmer was a student of Celestia's before her pride and impatience caused her to lose her position and she left Equestria through the Crystal Mirror, ending up in the human world as a teenager. Seeing an opportunity, she pushed her way to the top of student life and eventually stole Twilight Sparkle's Element of Harmony. She used the Element to bring magic to the human world and brainwash the students of Canterlot High to use as an army to overthrow Celestia. Unfortunately, she was defeated by Twilight and the human counterparts to her friends. Sunset began trying to redeem herself by repairing the damage done to the school and making amends. After joining the Rainbooms, she is a backup vocalist and plays rhythm guitar.

[cutieeva]

The Beautiful Lie

Female reader

Warnings : Manipulation. Love bombing. Self harm. Sexual Assault.

⌜ The art and the love interest (male character) belongs to the talented artist @meo-eiru and the story is inspiringly written and dedicated to @meo-eiru and the readers ! Hope you enjoy the plot that belongs to me but also helped by @meo-eiru a lot ⌟

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒

(Y/N) rarely has time to offer to love, dating and such things because first : her taste in men are bad and second: she is a extremely busy person to balance her work life and personal life seperated until the most beautiful man she ever saw came surprising her with love. Or is it ?

"(Y/N), could you go to the Cutieeva mall to check out the new product's sales ?" Her female senior asked sitting from her desk.

"Of course, mam. I will be in a minute". (Y/N) agreed, saving all of her working documents before taking her handbag and left with car keys. Aurora Bloom, the brand of the cosmetic company she works, it is for now one of the top three companies to be trending in global and the best in Europe. While She works in HQ department of the company at a young age she didn't expect and living her life at ease at the rented apartment she lives quite close both to the company and her parents house who always here and there tell her to come home and when she does, it's a feast to eat of her home's comfy food and hearing thousand fictional stories from her writer father, well he wasn't a writer at first before he was a regular working manager at a company but he quit after (Y/N) outdone herself to such pristine department letting him decide to do what he likes until his last breath could be taken applying he wants no regrets to bear.

And he surprised the family by being quite a good writer himself, finding his own group of fandom invested in his writing and always support him while her mother is happy as she was being a housewife like always along being madly in love with her father who reciprocate the feelings to this day which (Y/N) finds utterly endearing yet she has no time to dwell about her love life when she has too much on her plate with her newfound career she wants to grow, as a independent woman and a person who lives her life to the fullest if overlook her empty love life.

"Yes mam, indeed people are enjoying the new shade of lipstick saying it's not only non-sticky but also long lasting highlighting their skin tones". The department store female manger explained pointing to the several women trying their new product 'the cherry blossom lipstick' either on their lips or on their palm.

(Y/N) nod, curling into a pleasant smile when her eyes caught a beautiful woman's back, wore pink shirt and tight skinny black pants with her musing long hair flowing with the breeze. "Must be pretty". She thought when she witness from her pocket a small object— foundation she recognized fell on the ground yet the woman walked away.

"She didn't noticed". On instinct almost she walked to the floor picking up the tiny box and call out. "Miss, your foundation..." She tailed off as she turn into the light, and captivated (Y/N) by the vision before her. His hair was a mesmerizing pink musing hue, with subtle waves that cascaded down his back like a rosy waterfall. The straight strands framed his face, accentuating his chiseled features, while his bangs fell effortlessly across his forehead, adding a touch of whimsical charm.

His eyes, a deep, burnished logoon color, like the warmth of a sunset on a tropical isle, sparkled with amusement as he caught her gaze. They seemed to dance with an inner light, drawing her in with an irresistible pull.

His lips, a vibrant red, curled into a gentle smile, revealing a hint of mischief, and (Y/N) felt her heart skip a beat. But it was the glint of gold at his ears that added the final touch to his captivating appearance - delicate, filigree earrings that seemed to shimmer in harmony with his eyes.

(Y/N) felt like she was drowning in the depths of his gaze, and before she knew it, the words tumbled out of her mouth in a whispered gasp "You're beautiful."

The man's smile widened, and a low, husky laugh rumbled from his throat, sending shivers down (Y/N)'s spine. "Thank you," he said, his voice dripping with warmth, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You are a funny one complimenting me beautiful after calling me a lady".

As he laughed, the golden earrings caught the light, adding a touch of whimsy to his already captivating presence. (Y/N) felt her cheeks flush, but she couldn't tear her gaze away from his face, her heart still racing from the impact of his beauty also sinking the fact she mistaken a man being a woman.

"I am sorry. It wasn't my intention". Honestly said, she look down, dare peeking though her lashes to flinch finding him staring at her the entire time.

"I can see that, the way it's written over your face". He chuckle moving his finger in air to the circle to her face making her palm touch her own heated cherry face.

"Ah !" She laughed nervously, unconsciously fisting on the foundation box.

"So, can I have it back ?" His hand reached out, palm up, with shiny white nails gleaming in the light, as if beckoning the object back from (Y/N)'s grasp. His fingers, slender and elegant, curled slightly, inviting her to return the coveted item. The nails, smooth and rounded, seemed to shine like tiny beacons, drawing (Y/N)'s gaze to his outstretched hand. With a gentle, yet persuasive gesture, he coaxed the foundation back into his possession, his shiny white nails glinting with quiet confidence.

"Huh ?" (Y/N)'s eyes widened, then blinked slowly, as if awakening from a spell, realizing the man had taken the foundation with effortless ease, leaving her feeling bewitched while his eyes crinkled, lips curling into a warm smile as he chuckled, clearly delighted by the woman's adorable, bewildered expression. His low, husky laugh filled the air, his gaze sparkling with amusement.

"What a adorable lady she is". His eyes roamed her body, lingering on every curve, exploring each detail, as if discovering hidden treasures. "You aren't from the department store right ?" (Y/N) blink twice.

"No".

"Oh, then you came to shop ?" He narrowed his eyes noticing her carrying a huge white handbag.

"No". She answered in short.

"Then why ?" He asked tilted his head with the notion his golden earrings swing gently.

"I am from the HQ department of the brand you are holding". Finally she smiled confidently pointing at the foundation's box printed Aurora Bloom.

"Oh !" He delightfully smile, toying with the object. "Pleasant to meet you then. He added.

"Pleasant to you t—" a melody emitted from her wrist watch widening her (E/C) eyes. "Oh god ! I need to hurry ! I am sorry but I need to go". She apologized having fun to converse with the stranger.

"No worries—" His eyes spot the missing ring finger. "—Miss ?" He tailed off insinuating her unknown name.

"(L/N) (Y/N), sir". She replied.

"Mine is Elias". (Y/N) choose not to comment at his lack of surname and nod before walking hastily. How could she forget this time's event manager is herself hosted on Tuesday, the very next day. Cursing her fate she ran.

Perfect. (Y/N) release a sigh overwhelmed by the fast yet perfect preparations she had to done within such short amount of time thankfully today would be the flawless day to showcase their skin products to their VIP guests who might be arriving any minute. The models have already came but "Has the makeup artist come yet ?" She questioned worried for the delayed time of the famous make up artist they somehow succeed in booking his seat as social media following was staggering, with millions hanging on his every post and tutorial. Celebrities clamored for his attention, and fashion icons praised his work. Sold-out masterclasses and coveted collaborations solidified his status as the most sought-after makeup artist in the industry. His name was synonymous with glamour and expertise, and his influence was simply unparalleled.

"It's alright ! The artist must be running late right ?" Soon her worries were proven right because soon after their automatic glass door opened revealing a man wore sleek black glasses, adding a touch of sophistication to his chiseled features. His French brown coat, crafted from seemly fine leather, draped elegantly across his broad shoulders, exuding luxury.

"The artist came, mam !" Her female junior announced however (Y/N) knitted her brows finding the man somehow familiar, from his blush long hair, tall statue only be still surprised finding the man remove his glasses to indeed be that beautiful man from yesterday who smile at her noting he remembered her.

"Wow ! The world indeed works in a mysterious ways". She grin shaking her head. "Welcome to the our event sir, please hurry the show begins within minutes". Adapting her professional mannerism she shaked his hand, guiding him to their backstage to appear on the front stage.

"We met once again, Miss (L/N)" His lagoon eyes on her, standing behind the dark curtain to go.

"Of course, Sir Elias". She professionally smiled intriguing the man a little. "Oh ! Your turn". She stretch out her hand to the stage guide him who nod.

Wonderfully the event unfolded with seamless precision, a testament to the makeup artist's mastery. With each stroke of his brush, he transformed the models into living canvases, showcasing their company's product unparalleled quality. The VIP guests watched in awe, their faces aglow with delight, as the artist's vision came to life. As the final model face the guest revamped into a living goddess, the room erupted into applause, a joyful crescendo that wrapped the evening in a warm, golden glow. The event concluded with effortless elegance, leaving a lasting impression on all who attended including the staff and (Y/N) herself.

"He was the right choice". She giggle as her co-workers swarmed around her, beaming with pride and admiration. "Congratulations, you absolutely crushed it!" they exclaimed, patting her on the back and shaking her hand. "Your attention to detail and tireless efforts made this event truly unforgettable!"

Meanwhile, the VIP guests approached her, their faces still aglow with delight. "Thank you for an incredible experience," they said, their voices filled with genuine gratitude. "Your preparation was seamless, and every aspect of the event was meticulously executed. You truly are a master of your craft!" As the guests departed, (Y/N) waved goodbye, basking in the warmth of their praises. Her colleagues continued to congratulate her, their kind words and smiles a testament to her hard work and dedication. With a sense of pride and accomplishment, (Y/N) smiled, knowing she had truly outdone herself once again.

"You know your craft". She flinch almost screaming meeting his eyes.

"Hello, Mr. Elias. Partially it is your skills too that the reason why it was such a successful event". He smiled shrugging his shoulder.

"Okay, please have a safe drive and reach home". She wave her hand and farewell him before he parted his lips to say, remained rooted at his place, watching her figure disappearing.

"She is always hurry to leave". He mutter walking to his car.

"Hmm...this time their new lipstick looks better". (Y/N) discreetly stare at the neighboring make up store despite having much customers on her stores, she still find the new appeal of their products threatening to her company so she walked inside nodding to the welcoming female clerks.

Picking out the a box, she about to apply on her palm when a voice intrupted.

"Don't do it that way". Her eyes wide meeting his lagoon ones, smiling alike to crescent moons she compare. "Apply it in your lips directly and it will definitely have a different impact". He encouraged the doubtful woman who glided the crimson bullet across her lips, leaving a bold, velvety trail in its wake.

"Hmmm not suiting your face. Lighter". He picked out a peach shade handing her who again gliding the peach lipstick across her lips in soft, smooth strokes, as he whispered, "Let it caress your skin, like a summer breeze." As his warm breath danced across her ear, she flinched, her hand trembling with the lipstick. She turned, her gaze darting to his, their faces too close, the air thick with tension. Her eyes widened, a flicker of discomfort crossing her face, as she leaned back, her shoulders tensing. The lipstick hovered, forgotten, as she struggled to create space between them, her breath catching in her throat. His gaze held hers, intense, unyielding, making her skin prickle with unease and heart racing.

"This suits you. I will take one". Hearing his comment she cleared her throat, slowly keeping the lipstick to where it was when from the tail of her eyes she saw him choose an uneven box of peach shade. Quickly she picked the perfect box stretching to him who raised his eyebrows in question.

"I already have one". He jiggle the box but frown staring at her shaking head.

"Take this, it has perfect box unlike the uneven one". She pointed out to his surprise as a thrilled chuckle left his lips.

"Thank you". Replacing the case.

"No problem". She wave her hand as if physically waving his gratitude.

"Wanna grab drinks ?" Elias suggested out of nowhere tilting his head.

"Okay". Checking her wrist watch she still has few minutes to spare. Also she did wanted a drink and they together went to the drink store nearby ordering one white chocolate matcha for her and one caramel frappuccino for him.

Waiting for the drink they sat near a white seat opposite of each other, talking about trivial things about one another where she learnt he is a regular customer of her brand along their frequent makeup artist that's why she was able to book him easily. Soon the waitress called for their drinks and they talked, sipping their drinks and walking.

"Okay I need to leave". She decided glancing at her wrist watch missing his disappointed gaze.

"Okay. It was nice talking to you". He told.

"Me too". Happily she answered, finding herself enjoying their conversation. "I will take my leave". With a wave she left once again.

However what she didn't expected was their daily meeting at the mall department store as she stepped into the store, clipboard in hand, she was focused on her task: ensuring the department was running smoothly. But then, she saw him—a familiar face among the shelves. Their daily meetings had become a pleasant ritual, a brief respite from her HQ duties. He'd ask about her day, and she'd share stories about the office, or he'd gossip about his latest makeup news. She found herself looking forward to these encounters, feeling a sense of comfort and camaraderie with this customer. He was easy to talk to, and their conversations flowed effortlessly. As she checked the inventory, he'd chat with her, making the task more enjoyable. Their bond grew with each passing day, an unexpected connection between them she wasn't anticipating because once a mundane checking became the hightlight of her day with that weeks pass in blink of an eye. Until one day they sat in their usual white table in front of the drink shop inside the mall.

As he asked the question "Do you like me?" she felt a sudden jolt of surprise, her mind racing with a mix of emotions. Her eyes widened, and actions paused before laughter awkwardly bursting back and forth like a defensive shield.

"Yes, as a good friend!" she exclaimed, trying to brush off the tension, her tone light and playful. But in her haste to respond, she missed the subtle strain in his smile, the flicker of vulnerability in his eyes but a doubt linger on her mind for him to ask such a question. Why ? Never in her mind did she view the man romantic, beautiful yes but that's a admiration unlike love, she is certain of her feelings are not alike to love.

"I like you too." His voice was calm, sincere, To her, his words were a friendly echo, a mirrored response, a confirmation of their camaraderie. She nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over her, thinking the tension had dissipated, that they were back on familiar ground. (Y/N) simply smiled back, comfortable in her assumption, oblivious to the moment hung, suspended, a delicate balance of feelings, but she didn't notice, already moving on, the exchange filed away as a pleasant, friendly conversation and took her drinks however she soon has to depart this time with a hint of awkwardness.

"It's alright. Nothing is wrong". And correct to her thought the next day was normal as their conversation flowed easily, like a gentle stream. (Y/N) chatted with him, laughing and joking, feeling a sense of comfort and familiarity. His question from the day before seemed like a distant memory, a minor blip in their friendly interactions. She didn't dwell on it, assuming it was just a momentary lapse, a strange anomaly in their otherwise effortless exchanges. As they talked, she felt her guard drop, her smile genuine, her heart light. Everything seemed alright again, the tension forgotten, their friendship back on track.

"Okay, see you again !" (Y/N) told glancing at her wrist watch because today she has an important delivery to approval on the said store.

"Yup ! See you again". He bid too when a message notification made her pause, worry etching her face. Her dad's request to bring the anniversary cake had just been detailed by the store's cancellation due to an emergency. Panic set in, her mind racing with consequences, her eyes darting around for a solution. Stress and concern replaced her relaxed demeanor, her fingers flying across the screen to respond to her dad's message. Elias noticing the drastic change asked and she replied elaborating her situation of how she must reach to approvel the delivery application but on the otherhand has to get the custom cake from the cake shop if not then the cake would not be handover.

"How about I went to get the cake instead of you and delivery to your parent's house. Didn't you said it is near ?" He presented the idea, smiling causing (Y/N) to halted her racing thoughts and a breath of air pass her lungs.

"Of course ! Of course !". She laughed heartily handing him the receipts and addresses before running to the delivery store to hastily complete her task and return home as soon as possible.

"Today's work was difficult". Her finger pads rub her forehead re-thinking her workload, getting out of the car and towards her parent's house caught the setting sun's beautiful view. Ringing the doorbell she waited thoughts going back to Elias. "How sweet of a person he is". A smile naturally curl to her lips and wider when the door opened by her mother.

"Happy anniversary mama !" (Y/N) embrace tightly, soaking on her familiar comfort while she returned the affections.

"Thank you dearest. Come inside, it must be hot outside". Her mother close the door behind as she let herself in, walking to the living room finding glimpse of her father sitting on the side chair and ran to embrace him from behind.

"Happy anniversary papa". She sing song, playfully kiss his hair.

"Thank you princess". His aged voice laughed, caress her hands to which she close her eyes melting into his raw love. "Also this young man is such an gentleman. Your taste in men is indeed great like your mother". She frown opening her eyes.

"What are you talking—" Her (E/C) wide, taken a back by Elias appearance sitting across her father, on the sofa and he raised his hands in mock surprise, his eyebrows arched in a playful gesture.

"Why are you—" Her words cut by her mother gentle ones.

"My heartless girl ! You left this man to fend for himself by telling him to get the cake and now you ask why is he here ? Of course I told him to grab one or two bite". The young woman nod, feeling guilty and appreciate at her mother's gesture.

"Ah— about that I am extremely sorry. It was my job to do". Elias shook his head nonchalant.

"Yet without my idea you wouldn't agree so yea, not your fault too". She glee truly pleased to find such a good friend she couldn't ask more and the anniversary celebration was a resounding success, filled with love, laughter, and warmth. As the evening unfolded, (Y/N)'s parents shared a tender moment, her father leaning in to kiss her mother softly on the lips. (Y/N) couldn't help but mockingly scrunch up her face in distaste, eliciting a hearty laugh from Elias sitting beside her. The atmosphere was light and joyful, with the sweet scent of cake wafting through the air. As they gathered around the dessert table, (Y/N)'s parents fed each other cake, their eyes locked in a loving gaze. The beautiful man joined in, playfully feeding (Y/N) a bite, his fingers brushing against hers. The room was filled with the sound of clinking forks and happy chatter, as they all savored the sweetness of the moment, and the love that surrounded them. Time stood still and they basked in the warmth of their little family's happiness, creating memories that would last a lifetime.

"Thank you very much. You helped me a lot". She showed her gratitude standing at the doorstep.

Elias shake his head "I enjoyed it so no need". Silence fill between them letting (Y/N) once again notice the lunar luminescence cascaded over the beautiful man's countenance, bathing his sculpted features in an soft, silvery radiance, as if the moon itself had bestowed a gentle caress upon his serene and peaceful face.

"Bye and good night".

"Same to you". He returned, turning his back to her and drove his car away.

From that day forward, the bond between (Y/N) and Elias blossomed into a beautiful, unbreakable connection. (Y/N) found herself opening up to Elias in ways she never thought possible, sharing with him her deepest thoughts, feelings, and desires. She began to show him pictures of her friends, promising to introduce them soon, and shared stories about her life, her passions, and her dreams. As their trust grew, they exchanged contacts, marveling at how they had gone so long without sharing such a simple yet intimate detail. Their conversations flowed effortlessly, filling their break times with laughter and delight. Elias became (Y/N)'s confidant, her partner in crime, and her guiding light. Their friendship was a symphony of joy, a harmonious blend of trust, understanding, and mutual respect. (Y/N) cherished this new connection, feeling seen, heard, and understood in ways she never thought possible. Elias had become her rock, her safe haven, and her forever friend.

"By the way, I need your help with something". This alert her entire attention to him, sipping her drink from the staw as they both stood in front of the usual drink shop at the mall.

"Yes, anything. What is it about ?" (Y/N) was ready to help him when it's his need of time.

"I need your expertise in sorting through my grandparent's old photo albums. I want to create a memory book for my family, but I'm overwhelmed". Elias avert his eyes, smiling rigidly causing her heart melt at such an thoughtful gesture.

"Aww ! That sweet of course. I am happy to help". But his expression remained uncomfortable.

"But, you need to come to my house for that". He whispered dare to stare into her (E/C) eyes.

She suck her breath knowing she never once visited his home and she gulped nevertheless she grin again because her schedule is free mostly and she wants to help "It's alright ! I am happy to go but of course if you are comfortable". She tilted her head.

"Oh !— of course I would be or why would I ask you for help".

"Likewise but why did you ask me ?" If she recalls correctly he showed her many of his influencer, normal friends.

"Because you are the only friend who is good at managing things. You know like a good event manager who knows how to put things together ?" It earned a melodious laugh from (Y/N).

"I feel appreciated".

"As you should". She giggle more along him for his compliment. Soon she found herself in his car as he drove smoothly through the city, their eyes meeting briefly in the rearview mirror. Arriving at the penthouse he lives. The towering marvel of modern architecture that seemed to touch the stars. He expertly maneuvered the car into the private parking garage, and they stepped out into the opulent lobby, surrounded by polished marble and gleaming steel. A swift elevator ride later, they entered the penthouse itself, a breathtaking expanse of floor-to-ceiling windows, chic décor, and stunning city views. Her eyes widened in wonder, feeling as though she'd entered a different world more important his personal safe of walls.

"Sit on the sofa". He pointed going to the open modern kitchen. (Y/N) felt serenity wash over her when her feet stepped onto the shiny white tiles, their cool surface calming her senses. Sinking into the plush black sofa, she felt enveloped in comfort, her eyes darting around the luxurious space in wonder. With each glance, her awe grew, her heart swelling with gratitude for this stunning sanctuary.

"Here, a juice for you and you see those dusty stacks of heavy things. I found them inside". The cold glass slid within her grip but she smiled nervously because unfortunately blinded by the luxury she often seen on the TV she failed to detect the bluntly dusty things.

"Yes". She lied now laiding her eyes.

"They are I think contains photos of my grandparents but I need help to create an entire new album". Elias shrug helplessly.

"Alright ! Let's do this then". (Y/N) full of enthusiasm knelt down, her hands reaching for the dusty photo albums that lay open on the sleek glass table, her fingers touched the worn covers, a cloud of dust swirled up, carrying with it memories of laughter and love. But with the memories came a fit of coughing, as the dust tickled her throat and lungs.

Elias being swift and attentive, appeared beside her, his movements fluid as he knelt down. He handed her a glass of crystal clear water, his eyes filled with concern. "Here, drink this," he whispered, his voice soft and soothing. She sipped the water, cough subsiding only then to be aware of the proximity of their bodies, kneeling together on the floor. Their faces were inches apart, their shoulders touching, and their legs aligned. The closeness sent a shiver down her spine. His lagoon gaze drifted from her eyes to her lips, still moist from the water. His hand, still cradling the glass, began to move, his fingers brushing against her face.

With gentle care, Elias thumb rubbed against her lips, wiping away the droplets of water. she felt a sudden jolt of discomfort. His touch, though gentle, sent a wave of unease through her body. She tried to pull back, but his long slender hand lingered, his fingers tracing the curve of her mouth.

"(Y/N), I love you. Actually I was in love with you for a long time. Please, please accept me". Desperation whisper though his pink lips bringing their face closely and gripping her chin with his thump settle on the curve of her mouth.

"But you said you like—" Her words intruded.

"Never as a friend did I said". Elias connect their forehead. "It was you who receive it that way". (Y/N)'s eyes darted away, her gaze falling on the dusty floorboards as she struggled to process the sensation. Her heart raced, but not with excitement— rather with anxiety.

Trapped.

Betrayed.

Bothered.

She is feeling her personal space invaded by the intimate touch. The air thick with tension, the silence between them oppressive. (Y/N) longed to break free, to shatter the uncomfortable stillness that had settled over them. But her voice caught in her throat, leaving her unable to speak, unable to move, as Elias' hand remained, a gentle yet unyielding presence on her skin.

Why ? How ? When ? So many unanswered crawl inside her limited knowledge. Everything was going well, perfect yet why did it has to crash so harshly.

"Please, (Y/N) be mine. I can offer you anything you want. Riches, fame, connection, promotion. Say a word and it inside your palm". Slowly he draw their distance and (Y/N) felt utter destroyed by the wave of soft lips press against her. The kiss was harsh, demanding, and devoid of love. Her hands desperate to push him away, however his slender grip her fast, his arms wrapping around her like a vice or more like an beautiful snake wrap around his beloved prey.

Raged filled her (E/C) eyes, loathing the string of fate leading her in such advance, loathing the feel of his lips on hers, the way his tongue probed her mouth without consent. loathing the way he held her, like she was a prisoner, not a willing participant she wanted to grace her loved man her first kiss.

Finally air became a need did the beautiful man separate their interviwned lips, heat bust his pale cheeks, adoring heart pupils onto his eyes, chest heaving with newfound excitement snarling the chance she shove him, spatting words of vemon and eyes blazing with anger. "You disgust me". With that she ran and he let her.

Tears streaming down her cheeks, she rushed to a taxi, traveling to her home of trust, sobbing by the betrayal she was returned by the conditional trust she gave after reaching home towards her bathroom was a burl rather her sole focus is escaping the lingering sensation of Elias lips on hers.

Rushed to the sink, gagging at the memory of the unwelcomed kiss. She turned on the faucet, cupping her hands under the running water to splash it onto her lips. Fingers rubbed her mouth harshly to scrub away the disgust moment yet the sensation lingered, haunting her. She gagged again, her stomach churning with revulsion. (Y/N) grasped the edge of the sink, her knuckles white with tension, as she struggled to compose herself eventually her legs gave out, and she collapsed to the white floor, her body trembling with anger and disgust. She sat there, her back against the cabinet, her eyes fixed on the floor as tears of frustration and violation streamed down her face.

The bathroom, once a sanctuary, now felt like a refuge from the trauma of the forced kiss. (Y/N) sat there, surrounded by the cold, sterile tiles, trying to catch her breath, in effort to erase the memory of Elias. The man she thought was her cherished partner, a delightful friend. Where ? Where did it all went wrong ? Where was the wrong step or word she utter to lead such devastating ending or was his whole persona was a facade. A spider wed to trap a butterfly like her and she was a naive little thing to walk right on it.

As the night's veil lifted, the sun rose, casting its warm rays upon the world. The golden light crept over the horizon, banishing the shadows and illuminating the landscape. The rays peeked through the curtains, gently coaxing (Y/N) out of her dark reverie.

Her eyes sunken and dark from the sleepless night, slowly opened alike two heavy doors creaking on their hinges. The golden light danced across her face, highlighting the purple circles that had formed under her eyes. The horror of the previous night's experience still lingered, etched on her face like a shadow.

(Y/N) blinked, her gaze unfocused, as the light pierced through her brain, reminding her of the traumatic events that had unfolded. She winced, mind recoiling from the memory. The usual ray of sun, a symbol of hope and renewal, now seemed like a harsh reminder of the darkness she had endured. She sat up, her body droop heavy, weighed down by the exhaustion and emotional turmoil. The golden light continued to pour in, illuminating the room, however (Y/N) felt not a hint of warmth, not of comfort. Only a sense of dread, a fear of what the new day might bring.

Disturbed by her numb thoughts she called her senior announcing her day off slipping the lie of being sick before declining and about to drift into sleep.

DING ! Her doorbell ring. She ignored. Again. Again. Again. Again and again following with a "(Y/N) ! This is me, your mother and father". Irritated she drag her feet to the front door, opening to reveal her aged parents.

"(Y/N)— what happen sweetie ?" Worry weight her words, touching her daughter's check when she flinch unconsciously frightening both her parents and herself.

"Come inside". Heavy her voice sounded, closing the door and sitting on the chair while they together on the sofa.

The air was heavy, thick with tension. Silence was oppressive, suffocating. The atmosphere was dense, like a knife could cut through it. Slicing through the strained quiet like a razor-sharp blade through velvet. Every breath felt like a struggle, every movement a battle against the crushing gravity of the moment.

"Darling, did you fought with your boyfriend ?" Bravely her mother finally questioned raising her eyebrows.

"Boyfriend ? Fight ?" Her voice trembled.

"Or". The old woman grasp. "Did you break up". Her husband rest his palm on her shoulder while (Y/N) confuse more by their words.

"Boyfriend ? Break up ? What are you talking about ? I do not have a boyfriend to begin with so how can I fight or break up with him ?" Frustration she shake her head as if physically shoving their creative imagination.

"Honey, it's alright. You don't have to hide from us. We understand you wanted to keep it a secret but he told us and we accept him as your boyfriend". Her mother calmly smiled providing a sense of comfort yet all she felt was suffocation and more confusion.

"Okay, at first I was sceptical. He looked flashy, an playboy however he is actually a child at heart, a very good one and is always eager to help". This time her father spoke lacing with a fondness she didn't expect him to talk about someone.

"What is wrong with you ! I never had a boyfriend in my life". She scream her lungs out yet her mother clap her hands on her mouth and her father pressed his lips thin.

"We know Elias is your boyfriend. (Y/N), don't be afraid. We are your parents". Then why ? Then why she doesn't feel the warmth from her parents as if they are distant people wearing familiar faces because the words spoken from their lips doesn't make sense.

"He was never my boyfriend ! Who ever told you that ? Don't assume things on your own". Frustration leaking though her voice, eyes narrowed in a glare and lips in disdain from stress.

"He told us himself. Elias told us when he delivery the cake ! Now don't tell me he was lying". Her father sigh stunned to see her daughter's rebellious side at such age.

"W-what ?" She stutter suddenly the world blurred, the walls melt away like a watercolor painting. The room zoomed out, leaving her suspended in a sea of uncertainty. Furniture and decorations receded into the distance, and she felt like she was floating, disconnected from reality. Their voices turn to distant echoes, thoughts a jumbled mess, as shock wrapped around her like a shroud.

"Why would he be my boyfriend ?"

"Why are you asking us ? You are the one in relationship and you are the one to hid it if not for the good man". Enough. The last straw of her held anger cut.

"G-G-Good man ? Good man ? Good fucking man ! You are calling a man who—who—" Words trailed off, lost in the abyss of her own horror, as she struggled to articulate the vile truth. "A-and that good man—" Despite her effectors the sentences remained unfinished, a haunting echo of her own trauma leaving her succumbed to the darkness of her memories.

"(Y/N)". Her mother's brows quiver and her hand touch hers. "I understand". A sense of relief came to her. Her mother understood, understood her assault by the vile, vile man. "I understand couple fight. They fight a lot and dirty but in the end they fight to be better, to be more loving, setting differences aside fight is normal as long as the couple love each other. You going through a rough patch with Elias is normal. He is a good man, believe your mother's judgment". Her words burn a slap on her cheek and her words were salt on (Y/N)'s wound.

"How dare you !" Her voice shattered the air, a raw, anguished with tears rolling down her cheeks. "How dare you labeled a man who forcefully kiss me ! Get out". Standing up, her eyes close feeling her throat constricted, dry and tight, as shame crept in like a thief, stealing her breath and dignity.

"Oh my (Y/N), couples fights are normal so is kissing. He must have meant it to calm you—"

"So he forced himself on me ?"

"He must not had meant to make you—". Her eyes wide in horror watching their impassive expressions oblivious to her distress she felt a stranger rather than daughter sharing a space now. Their faces blur by her teary vision. They are not her parents. They are strangers. They are not her parents if they slide with a stranger who not only forced himself on her but also lied.

"Get out". She commonded raw, loud and clear walking to her bedroom running from the suffocated, unbreathable small space. Her eyes watched her parents walked away, their figures fading into the distance. She felt a complex layers of emotions and when they turned their heads, she quickly shut the curtains, blocking out the sight of their faces. Her strength couldn't bear to look at them, couldn't bear to see their nonchalant expressions.

Turning away from the window and sat down on her bed, her hands shaking as she reached for her phone. She needed someone to talk to, someone who would understand. Her fingers dialed the familiar number of her best friend, the one person she knew would listen without judgment. The phone rang, (Y/N) felt a lump form in her throat. She was ready to unleash all her emotions, to share the pain and confusion that had been building up inside her. She took a deep breath, preparing to pour out her heart to her friend, the only one who could offer her the comfort and support she desperately needed.

"Hello (Y/N) ! How do you do ?" Her ray of light spoke.

"Emily. I-I-I want to talk to you about something".

"Sure, anything (Y/N) ! Aren't I your best friend". Lighthearted giggles on the otherhand comfort her ears.

"The thing is, remember Elias ?"

"Oh ! What about him ? The hottie". A bitter taste left her lips hearing her sound so oblivious yet she understand it's not her fault.

"Well, yes. He yesterday forced himself on me". Silent was the line for a second before a loud screeching noise came.

"What ? That's messed up !" Her firm and resolute voice felt a weight lift from (Y/N)'s heart, a sense of validation wash over her. She was no longer alone in her outrage and hurt. Emily's words were a balm to her soul, soothing her raw emotions. Feeling seen, heard, and believed.

"I knew it you woul—"

"But you see we have to also must see his point of view. He must had done that in desperation to be more than friends with benefits with you. I know normally friends with benefits should know their limits but he is a kind, pure and perfect man for you". As fast as the ray of light came, that vanished in front of her soaking her in cold reality, numbing her heart. Icy truth seeped in, crushing her soul.

"W-what are you talking about Emily ? I never had that kind of relationship with him !! Didn't I told you ?" More tears cover the dry ones, confusion lay on her mind to wonder how each important person to her is on his side.

"Gosh ! (Y/N) forgive me actually Elias told me about your relationship. He was even ashamed to admit it at first before whole heartedly declare his romantic feelings for you that even I was touched". Lies. Lies and lies. Gritted her teeth she decline the call, throwing it on her bed.

Madly her lips parted to scream. Ha ! What a wicked man he is, feeding lies to her loved ones, snatching them away from her and all in an blink of eye and right under her nose. How idiot was she to not notice ? How ? How ? How ? Rage pump on her veins and emotions controlled her rationality.

Swifty she call his number, clenching her fist. "Hello darling, I was waiting for your call". His sickly sweet voice came from the other line.

"Stop this you fucking bastard ! Stop these mind games ! Stop the lies". (Y/N) glare at him though phone.

"Ouch ! Calling my love lies, games hurt more than I expected. I guess this is the power of loving someone. Huh ?" His laughter was like a taunting to her, racing her pulses.

"I will kill you !" She threaten.

"Oh how lovely it is to have your hand on me as I take my last breath". She throw the phone across her bed in disgust and helpless not aware he is driving to her house. Finally obtained the moment he was so patiently awaited. The time to have her vulnerable and alone.

Wasn't she sound so cute right now ? He bite his lips betting she looks more adorable.

Spoiled. Growing up he was spoiled by everyone, every meeting face from his childhood, once they look at his face, they drastically change their behaviors, showering him with free gifts, praises and all, regardless of old or young. He was the beloved of their hearts, the king ruling their minds. Thus, growing up being spoiled wasn't new for him, the admiration stares mixing with some disband doesn't affect him why ? Because that means they are jealous of him. Ha ! Who wouldn't, he didn't view his arrogance as bad, he simply believe it as his confidence nothing more, nothing less after all all women confess to him one after another non-stop yet never did he loved any. Until that fateful day he went to the shopping mall of department store meeting that adorable woman, all red, blushly for him. It amused him to end, what a pleasant play toy to enjoy for sometimes however the drastic change due to her professionalism was a behold see.

She was nothing like the woman he saw that day. He almost tricked into thinking she forget him.

"We met once again, Miss (L/N)"

"Of course, Sir Elias".

Good, she didn't forget him. She simply wanted to act professional. How fun. He enjoyed nailling his usual performance that for some reasons always got him claps, praises when in reality he just does it naturally because he has nothing else to do. Unlike other people investing in their hobby, he has nothing. Perhaps because of that he is used to being pampered, loved and given anything he wish.

However why ? Why once again like yesterday after the event end did she not stay to convey meaningless string of words like others ? Always running away like an lamb catching sight of an wolf. Boring. Elias care not to pay attention to her after all many have dislike him but thousands who love him. The next day encountering her again was a pure game of fates but after noting her little consider habits did he realize she loves him.

Because if she doesn't, who will notice the uneven box of lipstick replacing with the perfect one ? If she doesn't, why she glance at him so many times ? Often smiling and appearing cheerful ? If she doesn't, why she always remembers his drink from the one time he ordered ? And so much more.

She must love him. Right ? Oh ! Oh ! How naive he was to not realize her blunt feelings for him. It's okay he has fallen for her too. Yes, Elias, the man who usual pampered has this sudden desire to pamper his beloved, watching her daily or even seen a glimpse of her flutter his heart like never did before. Their accidental brushes of fingers and shoulders sent him jolts of delight. Once seen her beautiful face could his lips curve to smile itself.

It's okay he will wait. Wait for her to confess and him accept. One week pass, two week pass. Maybe she is playing hard to get. Understandable she must be waiting for the perfect moment to confess that must mean he has to appear perfect right ? Daily he spent hours in front of mirror selecting the perfect outfit, smoothly care his hair, highlight his beautiful face. First it was only limited to changing outfits to style his hair daily to cut his hair in more desirable way to only repeat the routine. Each passing day he is refining himself then why ? Why ? Why didn't she even compliment him ? Let alone confess to him already ? He dolled himself up almost—no surely daily yet what is she so timid about. Til he realize —actually she isn't timid at all.

Rather she is not in love with him. How he got to know ? Because he was hastily ran to the mall, very giggy to meet the heart of his life when his breath stuck in his throat. In front of him a scene of (Y/N) tying a middle aged man's tie that came untie and she welcome him warmly in return of his thanks before talking warmly to the staffs asking if any needs they wishes to have, even helping a woman who's having trouble wearing lipstick and non-judgmentally explaining their products to others.

She is actually not in love with him. She is just nice. As if the gods played a ridicule game to him still his hatred was directed to the gods not her. How could he blame her ? She was a naive little thing. Sooner of later she will come to love him. That's why one day he asked her.

"Do you like me ?"

"Yes, As a good friend !" What a dishearten words.

"I like you too." In a romantic way were the words he choose to not speak. It's okay, if she doesn't like him now she will in the future. All she needs is time. He has to nurture, sewed and take time to built the love or else how it would be possible. First he has to make her alone. Alone to reply on him. And only him.

And the gods were at his side to grace him with the opportunity on golden plate he was used to. Using the excuse to delivery the cake to her parents house was the first step to isolate her. So he did what he was naturally gifted at, winning hearts regardless of age. Quickly they were head over hell, swooning at his lies about their secret relationship and more lies about their wish to keep it a secret as she want to disclose it on her own term. Fools, her parents were and naive his (Y/N) was moving closer to him. Showing him pictures of her friends, spewing all of her work related words and he silently memorize her password so when she went to use restroom or busy checking her tasks, he smartly save all of her contacts.

Charming her friends, dancing them at his rhythm against her, saying they are friends with benefits where he was unfortunate to fall in love and finally he invited (Y/N) home and confess his passionate love.

"You disgust me".

Well, didn't it end badly ? It's alright she will come crawling to him. Right inside his embrace all willingly. Elias will be the bigger person in here, forgiving her amuture mistakes because he loves her.

Ring ! Ring ! Elias stand in front of his beloved house, ringing the doorbell. The finale came and his patient broke all lose. This is the moment she has to be his and he hers.

"Mom, Dad ! I told you—" Her breath hitched and instinctively tried to slam the door shut, but he was too swift, too potent. His hand darted out, arresting the door's momentum with a firm yet gentle touch, and he stepped across the threshold with a fluid motion. The door creaked in defeat, surrendering to his quiet strength. (Y/N) retreated, her heart racing like a wild animal, as Elias's eyes seemed to delve into her very essence. His presence was a palpable force, filling the space with an almost suffocating intensity. With a subtle click, he closed the door behind him, his hand lingering on the doorknob as his gaze continued to hold hers captive.

"What's the hurry hmm ?" The gentle smile contrast to the violent actions was ironic. Unfazed he step forward. She step back.

He advanced, his footsteps deliberate and purposeful and (Y/N) retreated, her own steps faltering in a desperate bid for distance.

With each step he took forward, she mirrored with a hesitant step back, her eyes fixed on his, her breath caught in her throat.

"What are you doing here ?" Alarm danger ringing inside her entire body, sending mix signals to her flight, fight or freeze mode. All she felt being hovered by him was fear, no longer the anger fuming her veins.

"Just here to visit my darling". In sing song manner he told, walking until his wild cat cornered. (Y/N) feeling the wooden wall of her kitchen immediately run away near the stairs.

"Just stay there—". Her words cut off.

"Do you love me ?" Using the same honeyed coated voice he asked.

"I will call the police Elias !" She threatened

"Do you love me ?" He bore his lagoon eyes into her (E/C) ones.

"Please stay away".

"If you answer. Do you love me".

"No. I don't". She spat, bewilded by the fact he would wish for her to love him even after the twisted games he played with her.

"Then will you love me ?" Her face contorted in mix of anxiety and exasperation.

"No". Nodding calmly to her denial he picked the nearby kitchen knife scarying her further.

"No. No. No. No. No. Elias ! Please don't do this—"

"I must or else you won't be mine". Saying she was ready to sprint for her survival however he pressed the knife to his throat, tears streaming down his face like rivulets of sorrow, his eyes pleading for her. "Please be mine or I will kill myself". He gaze fondly at her widen ones.

"You are crazy". She whispered not expected such move.

"Yes, I am for you". A sly, mirthless grin spread across Elias's face, his lips curling upward in a macabre smile. "So will you love me ?"

Tears swelled in her eyes, fear and despair mingling watching his steady hand inch the sharp blade closer.

"No wait !"

"Then say do you love me ?" He whisper alike to the sweet nothings hushes. "Because without you why must I stay alive". He added.

"Okay okay I will say it". She doesn't know. She doesn't know why she says it because a twisted sense of desperation clawed at her chest, a morbid longing to preserve the life of the one she loathed, as if his existence was inextricably linked to her own.

"I l-l-lo— I can't". In despair she collapse unable to bear so many complicated emotions and nightmares at the same time in her seemly simple life. Footsteps echoed the silent room as his shoes came to her view and he bend to her level, throwing the knife and cupping her chin like she was a delicate flower despite plucking her roots and held her.

"It's all right you will learn to love me". A happy smile curve his alluring lips that press against hers. This time the is gentle, caressing and lovely as if petals of love is pouring out of his lips silently conveying his words. Slipping his tongue in hers, he trapped her tongue savoring her divine flovours he was thirsty to drink again. Sucking mouthful of air he kiss more, not letting their lips separated for a moment and close his eyes drowning under the moment while she close her eyes motionlessly stilled, letting him do as he please selling herself to him with the price of forever.

As oxygen grew scarce, he parted their lips grinning ear to ear, leaning his forehead to hers.

"This is a lie. All of these are lies you said to others". She utter hopelessly.

"Then let's make it a reality". He suggested however brows frown watching her shake her head.

"Can't. Too much lies to forget".

Chuckly raspy, he kiss once more saying. "Then let's make it the beautiful lie".

FIN

⌜ Once again thank you @meo-eiru for letting me use your wonderful male character Elias and your permission to write this story along thank you readers for reading the story. Hope you enjoy it ⌟

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Your First Kiss- MV1, CL16, LN4, LH44

A/N: Okay real talk whoever came up with the idea of combining imagines in one post deserves an award

Warnings: Fluff

Max Verstappen

They were cuddling in each others embrace as they admired the Monaco sunset on his balcony. She had her legs over his, with her head resting on his chest as his arm was protectively wrapped around her.

He pulls his eyes away from the sunset to look at the girl next to him. She was truly divine.

Max disappeared into a state where nothing else mattered besides the rush of love he had for her. "There's so much I want to say, Y/N." He admits as he brushes his thumb over her cheek. His words made her look down at her primly folded hands. His thumb moves to her chin, and he lifts her head up to look at him.

The air was electric as their gazes met. Her slightly opened mouth, and her heavy breaths, indicated that she wanted the same as he did.

"Then say it." She whispers. Max sighs, not sure of where to begin.

His nose tickles her ear as he whispers, "I love you..."

His words made her breath hitch, did she hear that correctly?

"W-what?" She asks, needing to hear his words again.

Max closes the gap, not bothering to answer, and catches her lips. She huffs in surprise, admittedly, and opens her mouth for him, allowing him access to her mouth, and he gladly accepts her offer. His tongue licks her lips, tasting her. "Taste so fucking good, liefje." He whispers as he continues sucking and nibbling on her lower lip.

When they finally part, she is out of breath after the intense makeout session, and she could've sworn that she felt Max heaving too.

"I love you, Y/N." He breaks the silence after a while, still holding her close, kissing her face languidly, making her giggle.

She looks up at him, smiling, "I love you too, Maxie."

And with that, she leans in and gives him another kiss. And another...

Charles Leclerc

The setting Monaco sun warmed her skin as they walked along the harbour. In love, as they were, they held hands, and Charles couldn't help observing her, her shimmering skin and adorable dimples. His usually so controlled lust was wavering by this voluptuous woman walking beside him.

"Charles!" She waves her hand in front of him, snapping her fingers while laughing, finding the whole thing amusing. Charles looked at her with a blank face, confused. She was his muse, he couldn't help indulging in daydreams about her and her gorgeous lips.

He chuckles, "Sorry. I guess I got kind of distracted."

She slowly nods and interlocks her hands with his. "Distracted, huh?" She teases, sticking out her tongue. This was why Charles loved Y/N, she was playful and fierce as a lion cub.

He huffs and takes a step closer, clearly making her nervous, at least judging by the way her breaths become heavier. She gets up on her tiptoes as he looks down on her, the height difference being significant. Her rosy cheeks invited him just as much as her smile, while her eyes were showing off something else, something... Primal. She wanted him, but she was also smart, she wouldn't give in to her desire that easily.

Charles on the other hand, had a nasty fight with his lust, and he felt himself praying to a borrowed god, please let this be the moment. He was pathetically shifting the weight between his feet and licking his lips, as if that would calm them both down.

She smirked at him and came a little closer, coaxing him to kiss her.

Charles felt her warm minty breath (which must have been from the mint chocolate chip ice cream she had for dessert) on his face.

Their love had its own life; tickling, whispering, and annoying them both to madness. They both breathe out until Charles leans in and joins their mouths in a delicate kiss. The kiss was heated, and she quickly allowed him access to her mouth, to explore her every crevice. Their kiss quickly turns into a makeout session, and time seemed to slow down, or in her world, stop. His lips against hers was ecstasy, and she, nor him, could stop.

They didn't separate until a gust of wind hit them, knocking them off balance. The two love birds couldn't help laughing at the bizarre situation, being swept off their feet by their first kiss, and the next second fighting to keep balance as they're literally, in fact, swept off their feet.

Lando Norris

You combed your fingers through his curly locks as the night crept in. Slowly, Lando rubbed her back as he kissed her shoulders up to her neck. "Lando..." She do her best to sound strict but her voice lets her down and his name rolls off her tongue as a whimper.

"What is it, sweetheart?" He whispers between kisses. Shit, he was already hard as a rock... Lando sincerely hoped she didn't notice as he was grinding against her earlier.

"Stop teasing me." She warns, playfully pushing him away. Lando is having none of it and tugs her into his arms again. "C'mere..." He says, leaning in, but pulls away as he notices a tinge of uncertainty on her face. He tuts and pulls her into a hug instead. "You okay, love?"

She takes a moment to process his words and nods. "Yeah."

Lando is left looking at her, feeling unsure.

She sees his expression and moves to sit on him, straddling his hips. Her newfound confidence makes her lean in, scanning him for approval.

Lando moves his hands behind her neck, carefully pulling her closer to him and his face. When they're a few centimetres apart, she stops, unsure of what comes next. He helps her and leans in, softly kissing her on her cheek, and pulls away to check her reaction.

She was in a trance, enchanted by the love she had for him, and crashed into his lips rather violently.

Lando feels his heart swell for the woman grinding down on him, and he grabs her, turning her over so that he's on top. When they part, she looks at him, enlightened, she looks like a new person. This wasn't the same girl; this one, was wild and ready for more.

Lewis Hamilton

"Here, love!" Lewis half runs towards her as she makes her way through the paddock with one goal in mind, Lewis' warm embrace.

"Missed you." Lewis whispers in her ear.

"Lewis, its only been a couple of hours!" She laughs while grabbing his hand. Lewis drags her through the corridors of the motorhome until they see his room. Only then, does Lewis slow down, and slides his arm around her smaller figure. As they both sit down on the sofa, Lewis exhales and all of the stress he had collected during the day melts away in her touch.

"So beautiful..." Lewis compliments her, making her blush. He stares at her in awe, lost in her eyes. He leans in, and she lets out a nervous huff. When he is about to close the gap between them, *knock knock*, and Angela sticks her head inside. "Lewis, time to get ready, qualifying starts in 45 minutes!"

Lewis groans and collapses on the sofa dramatically. You follow him, lying down on his chest. "You better go. I'll be waiting for you."

As they walk Lewis follows her all the way down to the garage with his eyes glued to her behind, much to her amusement. "Good luck, and drive carefully!" She tells him, poking his chest.

"I promise I will." He reassures her. One last hug and he is off to race. She sits down at her designated seat and follows the session closely.

When Lewis gets out of the car, he has one goal in mind, Y/N. He hurriedly walks into the garage, in search of her. "Y/N, I think someone is searching for you." One of the Mercedes staff whispers to her. When she stands up and turns around, he lays his eyes on her.

He instantly knew this was it. The scene was chaotic, as it tends to be after a racing session, but in Lewis' mind, it was calm, only because of her. His rock. He starts walking up to her slowly, with his helmet in his hand that he shoves into a mechanic's arms.

She sees him slowly approaching and slightly panics. She looked around, everyone was looking at either her or him. His eyes though, were glued on her and only her. When he reaches his destination, he pulls her into his arms, squeezing her in a tight hug.

"I can't breathe..." She eventually breaths out.

"Sorry." He quickly lets her go, looking into her eyes with such admiration, it made the whole garage emotional.

"Pole position baby, congr-" She starts but is interrupted by his soft, plump lips. The feeling of her lips on his was hypnotizing, and Lewis felt his inner roots turning into a tickling glow, the kind that would never go cold.

She could hear the whole world swooning around them, and as they parted, Lewis swooned with them while looking at her. She looked around, and the usually nuzzling garage was still. You would have been able to hear a strand of hair falling. She looks back at him, and offers him a faint smile.

Lewis could tell she was nervous, and he slid his arm around her body in order to calm her down, if only just for the moment.

"Thank you, my love. This is the best day I've had in a long time." He concludes.

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those big brown eyes | lee seokmin

pairing: lee seokmin x reader

warnings: intended lowercase (omg lyr is trying something new), non-idol au, boyfriend!seokmin, kissing, fluff, pet names ('baby'), reader is a sucker for seokmin's big brown doe eyes (who wouldn't be)

now playing: golden hour, jvke requested by: my sweetie pookie @realmofclouds

shuffling through the house after finishing your cleaning spree in the kitchen, you peak your head in the living room, smiling as you see your boyfriend sitting on the couch, scrolling on his phone without a care in the world.

"what do you want for dinner?" you ask, approaching your boyfriend as he looks up from the screen, a smile on his handsome, pointed features as his horn-rimmed glasses catch the light and wink at you.

"whatever you want, baby. i'm very hungry, so i'm not picky." seokmin muses, and you nod, looking down at him as he reaches for his phone again.

seokmin's hair had changed—it was shorter now, cut neatly, but still brushed across his forehead in the cutest way possible. the familar checkered hoodie you had bought him to wear wasn't too tight, but was compressing just enough to show his muscles straining as he stretched like a tired cat. those horn-rimmed glasses—damn those things—sat on seokmin's sharp nose neatly, pretty, sparkling brown eyes and equally pretty, long eyelashes sitting under their rims.

oh, did your boyfriend look like an angel from heaven.

"seokmin, you're so very pretty," you say out of the blue, and seokmin looks up at you, phone froze in his hands as his cheeks start to heat up. "you are too, baby."

"no, minnie, i wanna focus on your face right now, okay?" you say, hands flying to his warming face as seokmin pauses. his eyes are cloudy, but focused just enough to where he could see the little imperfections on your face that he had memorized from the first time he kissed you.

seokmin stares up at you with those big, sparkling, dark brown eyes of his—they wink in the sunset, a testament to his gaze locked onto you. without thinking, your hand pulls away to trace one singular finger across your favorite features of his—the sharp slope of his strong nose, the small beauty mark that graced his cheek and nose, the soft curve of his upper lip.

even his long eyelashes and curve of his strong cheekbones scream at you, taunting you and whispering nothing but "kiss him" over and over again.

"the voices are telling me to kiss you." you whisper, and seokmin almost breaks eye contact, eyes welling up with tears as he fights back from the laughter that erupts from him just seconds later.

"i was going to ask if the voices were good or bad, but they're telling you to kiss me, so they're probably good." seokmin says, voice deep and calming as you lean down, breath fanning over seokmin's face as you bring a hand under his chin.

"i think i'll listen to them." you smile gently, and seokmin doesn't stop you, brown eyes still shimmering as he sweetly whispers, "don't let me stop you, baby."

his lips feel like sparks on yours, and you nearly loose your footing as his hand snakes around your waist before he pulls you down, bringing you to fall on the couch lightly, his legs spread to make room for you in the middle.

seokmin's hands are warm, and his slender fingers graze your back in just the perfect way—your skin tickles with goosebumps as your lips continue to mesh with his, and once you pull away, both you and him are floored.

"that was amazing." you whisper, shocked by seokmin's ministrations, even if you started the kissing session. seokmin smiles at you, pure joy lighting up his face as his hands are still on your waist.

"and you're amazing, so of course i have to show it to you too, baby." seokmin gives you another soft peck on your lips, still burning from seokmin's breathtaking kiss.

"if you look at me with those big brown puppy eyes, i'll get nothing done," you muse, and seokmin looks up at you with those exact eyes, causing you to become flustered and finally get the urge to push yourself back up from in between seokmin's legs.

"okay, for real, i'm going to make dinner now." you say, and seokmin watches you as you go, phone back in his hand. "okay, baby."

"i'm leaving now, for real." you say again, eyes darting between the kitchen doorway and seokmin's frame. he smiles at you, knowing what you want, but pretends to play dumb and stand there.

"okay. bye now." you say, and after a few minutes of standing at the door pitifully, seokmin stands up, chuckling as he walks to you and extends his hand.

"now, let us cook." seokmin smiles jokingly, and you can't help but laugh, leading your boyfriend into the kitchen with butterflies in your stomach.

[thesummerestsolstice]

Hair Headcanons for Finwe and his Kids:

Finwe: as discussed, Finwe's hair is always perfect. He rolls out of bed in the morning and it's immaculately wavy with no tangles or snarls, even if he left jewelry in it (which happens pretty often). It's also very shiny and iridescent, with his black hair lighting up in all the colors of the northern lights depending on the angle and lighting. The originator of the Finwean Hair Magic™️ all his descendants inherited.

Feanor: iridescent hair that shines in the color of raven feathers– a lot like Finwe, but slightly less shiny. Because of Finwean Hair Magic™️, even though his hair is very long, and often not bound very well in the forges, he's never gotten his hair burned or caught on anything. He keeps his hair even longer than most Noldor so he can do the fanciest traditional braiding styles.

Findis: inherited her mother Indis's blond hair, but it's also very shiny, looking more like actual gold than the Vanyar blond hair her mother has. Under Laurelin or sunlight, it often shimmers a more rosy color. Later in the Second Age, she was given the nickname Andune (sunset) because of how beautiful the pink and orange highlights are.

Fingolfin: during the Years of the Trees, he has his father's black hair, but while it is very shiny (and always perfectly styled) it is not iridescent. After the Helcaraxe, his hair is run through with silver and white streaks, which everyone agrees makes him look very regal and kingly. The streaks stay even after he's reembodied, and become something of a fashion statement among others who crossed the Helcaraxe, who bleach parts of their own hair to match.

Lalwen: her hair is dark brown instead of black, but is nearly as iridescent as Finwe's, with all the same colors. She also continues in his footsteps of wearing it partly down dangerous hikes and hunts, and just like Finwe, she never trips on it or gets it caught anywhere. In Beleriand, she often wears her hair in a crown-like updo, because she knows it's more beautiful than any metal.

Finarfin: also got Indis's blond hair, but through the filter of Finwean Hair Magic™️, he's the first member of the family to have the kind of "treelight" hair Galadriel was so famous for. Under Laurelin or Sunlight, it glows a bright, rich gold, and under Telperion or moonlight it glows silver, with the two mixing during the mingling. He wears it almost entirely loose, in Vanyar fashion, and kind of became an artistic muse for Ingwe's court because of it. There are poetry volumes about his hair, and mentioning one of them in his presence is by far the easiest way to make him blush.

[virtuousfuta]

@sexy-citadel continued from here

Rarity moaned out loudly as she felt Sunset shimmer’s cock pushing deeper into her pussy. She then threw her head back as she stuck her tongue out, her eyes rolling back as she screamed out louder. Her breasts jiggling and bouncing out of her lacey black lingerie.

Sunset continued to push her cock deeper and harder into Rarity's pussy. Loving how the beautiful fashionista moaned and screamed in response to her pounding thrusts. All the while moaning out herself with how good it felt. "Yes, keep moaning for me. The way your breasts jiggle and bounce is amazing!"

[paragonofvirtue]

“Muses of the sea” (for Sunset Shimmer) - @offtxseethewxrld (Adagio Dazzle)

Sunset had been practicing her singing when she heard someone approach, and paused her singing to turn to who it was. "Oh, do you like my singing? I was practicing a bit since me and my friends tend to put on concerts." She said with a small smile.

[heavenlytouches]

can you do more autumn stuff? with Pedro maybe? thanks so muchh

Hello sweetie! Ofc I can, I would love to ^^ thank you so muchh and awww I didn't know you guys liked Pedro that much! Hope you'll enjoy baee El <3

Pedro Pascal- crisp air

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GN reader

<3 (SFW)

TW-none

Autumn day with Pey

PARTNER! Pedro Pascal <3

Pedro Pascal

You wake up to the gentle rustling of leaves outside your window, a soft golden light filtering through the curtains. It’s one of those beautiful autumn days where the world glows in shades of orange, red, and gold.

You stretch languidly, a smile creeping onto your lips as you think about your plans with Pedro, your partner of a year, who sets your heart racing in a way that makes every day feel like an adventure.

By the time you’re ready, the sun has climbed higher into the sky, casting a warm hue over everything. You step outside and inhale the crisp air to fill your lungs with the scent of fallen leaves and distant woodsmoke. Your heart skips as you spot Pedro leaning against his bike, a casual smile highlighting his features, his warm brown eyes glimmering with unspoken joy.

“Ready for our adventure?”

He asks, his voice like warm honey under the autumn sun.

“Born ready!”

Yu reply, grinning as you hop onto the bike behind him. The day awaits, filled with possibilities.

As he pedals down the winding paths of the nearby park, you can't help but marvel at the vibrant hues surrounding you. The leaves have transformed the landscape into a tapestry of color; orange and gold dance with vibrant reds, each gust of wind sending gentle showers of leaves spiraling like confetti.

You pass by a downed tree, its gnarled branches stretching wide, and you catch a whiff of something delicious drifting from a nearby food stall.

“Let’s take a break...?”

You suggest, excitement bubbling in your chest. He stops the bike and takes your hand, guiding you through a meadow awash with golden sunlight that causes your heart to flutter.

You sit on a plaid blanket sprawled across the grass, admiring each other amidst the picturesque scenery.

“Look at that...”

Pedro points as a flock of birds takes flight, swirling against the azure sky.

“Isn’t it breathtaking?”

“Almost as breathtaking as you-”

You tease, nudging him playfully. He blushes, a charming shade of rose blooming on his cheeks as you lean into him.

“Flattery will get you everywhere.”

He chuckles softly. You pluck a leaf from the ground, holding it up to inspect its marbled veins.

“What do you think our leaf here wishes it could say?”

You ponder aloud.

“I think it would whisper sweet nothings about the beauty of autumn,”

He says, tapping his chin dramatically.

“And how every falling leaf is a message of love.”

His earnestness makes you laugh, the sound blending with the rustle of the autumn breeze.

After snacking on caramel apples and sipping hot cider, you both decide to take a stroll along the winding pathways that are painted with fallen leaves. The crunch beneath your feet is oddly satisfying, and you both kick up leaves like children as you share stories and dreams.

“Imagine a place where the autumn never ends...”

Pedro muses, his voice light and dreamy.

“And we can dance in the golden leaves forever.”

“Sounds perfect.”

You say, warmth radiating through you as you catch his gaze.

“Just you, me, and this gorgeous world.”

The sun begins to lower, bathing everything in a warm, golden glow. You find yourselves near a shimmering lake, the water reflecting the palette of the sunset sky. You sit on a wooden bench, your fingers intertwined, stealing little glances at each other as if you both are afraid to break the spell of the moment.

“Can I say something?”

Pedro breaks the comfortable silence, his thumb brushing the back of your hand.

“Always.”

You reply, your heart racing in anticipation.

“I feel like…”

He breathes in deeply, as if gathering courage.

“I feel like every day with you is like this autumn day—beautiful, fleeting, and filled with colors I never knew existed.”

His eyes search yours, glimmering with sincerity.

“I want every moment to be ours.”

You bite your lip, the rush of emotion causing something sweet to swell in your chest.

“Then let’s create a world where autumn lingers, where we can hold each other under this sky forever.”

Pedro’s face lights up with that dazzling smile of his, and without a second thought, he pulls you closer, your foreheads touching. The world around you fades, the autumn whispers becoming gentle notes of love.

As the sun finally dips below the horizon, painting the sky in blushing pinks and purples, you and Pedro sit together in perfect harmony, surrounded by the comforting embrace of falling leaves. Today was just one of many moments, but it felt like the greatest adventure of all.

With an autumn breeze cradling you both, the two of you lean in, sealing the day with a soft, sweet kiss, the world around you blooming with a love as vivid and embracing as the colors of fall.

This fic is pure teeth-rotting fluff TwT I hope you liked it anyway <3

Don’t forget, requests are always open and I can write for any character you’d like!

I love you guys so much <33

El <3

(all images were made by: El via canva & paint)

[thethiefsden-a]

Sunset gave the woman a small smile, on that was laced with the sense of honesty. She set her hand on Pinkie's shoulder, pulling her in close to look her better in the eye.

"I don't know about the others... but I can tell. You're my best friend Pinkie. I've learned to pick up and see what others can't about you, just like you do with me, heh...'

She brushed aside a stray lock of Pinkie's hair that fallen from her face and tucked it behind her ear. Her hand lingered for a moment... before setting itself against Pinkie's cheek.

"So yeah... It's a little bad Pinkie. Will you tell me what's wrong? Please?"

@monmuses

thethiefsden asked: "Hey, you ok Pinkie? You look a little down..." (From Sunset Shimmer)

"Oh, I'm fine! I got the biggest smile on my face today! What's the big deal about having a few clouds, huh? I'm making the best of it!"

It's not like she was looking that down, was she? She was the most extroverted person she knew! Even if she did feel down, it wasn't that noticable, was it?

Uncertain, her smile died down a little, rubbing the back of her arm, "...is it that bad?"

[prismatoxic]

The night that everything changed.

It’s not often that Felix goes to Matt’s penthouse. He doesn’t like to; it feels too much like meeting a fox in its den, expecting to walk out unscathed. Not that he fears what Matt will do to him, at this point—they’re well past that. It’s more that he doesn’t like handing control over so readily. Let Matt come to him, grovel for sex and attention from his “devotee”. It’s all part of the game. Matt needles him to come over sometimes (“come over” here meaning “move in”), but Felix has his standards.

Tonight’s different. Maybe it shouldn’t be. He tells himself it’s not his business, but it’s been too long now to not know how Matt works, his idiosyncrasies and patterns of behavior. Seeing him actively agitated is… unusual. Not even angry agitated, but twitchy and restless, pacing his office floor and storming through the halls between every task of the day. Asking him about it didn’t answer anything, so here they are; Felix came home with him. He tells himself it’s for observational purposes. Matt doesn’t ask.

(Matt also clung to him the whole ride here, seeming unwilling to drive on his own; he’s ridden with Felix before, but this was different. His grip was tight, whole body pressed into Felix’s back like he wanted to crawl inside of him.)

The penthouse is luxurious to the point of obscenity, everything within it expensive and ornate, one wall made entirely of windows to overlook the city below. It’s easy to view Matt as what he is, like this—a god, looking down on humanity like so many ants. Yet tonight is still different, and as Felix shrugs off his coat he glances over to find Matt standing stock still in front of the glass, staring outside, body tense. He doesn’t look like a godking surveying his kingdom, this time; he looks like a man sentenced to the gallows.

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong with you?” Felix asks, exasperated, as he flops down on a lavish sectional couch that feels too stiff to suggest anyone ever actually sits on it.

Matt doesn’t answer immediately, hands moving restlessly at his sides as the sunset outside frames the edges of his form in pink and gold. Felix considers letting it go for the moment, but it’s as he starts to look away that he sees something… odd.

There’s a sort of shimmer drifting around Matt, like a glittering fog, dark in color but also nigh invisible. That doesn’t feel like it makes sense.

“...You’ve been doing your research,” Matt finally speaks, voice distant. “Haven’t you? On me. What all do you know?”

This has come up before. Only, Matt doesn’t usually reference it so directly—Felix asks him evasive questions, alludes to things he knows, and Matt gives him one of those smug I know more than you smiles he’s so good at.

Felix lifts his legs, crossing his ankles on a wooden coffee table that probably cost more than he earns in a month. “What, about your old cults? Because—”

“No,” Matt cuts him off. “No, before that.”

“...Nothing.” That stings to admit, but it’s the truth; every religion Matt’s been a part of has different theories on his origins. “Why? Are you going to tell me?”

Matt goes quiet again. Felix lets out a resigned sigh, but before he can be properly annoyed about it, Matt tears away from the spot he’s been rooted to and starts to pace by the glass.

“I was banished from where I was born,” he says in a rush, and Felix watches as the shimmery vapor trails after him, sparkles catching in the fading light outside. “It’s—It’s far away, an unfathomable distance away. In the cosmos. A place in between places.”

So he’s from space, Felix muses, finding himself both surprised and not (honestly, the banishment is more noteworthy). He’s never been much for religion, but he’s seen enough of the theories about Matt to have several options to consider; space seems almost too simple, yet also fits his image of Matt like a glove. He considers making a joke about aliens but ultimately decides he’d rather just listen, for now.

Matt turns on his heel, marching back the other way. “When I was banished I lost my true form. I came here as an essence—the stardust that makes up the core of my being. It’s why I always take on vessels. Without them, I’m… intangible.”

Felix draws his lips into a thin line, a worrying concept being drawn to light by Matt’s rambling. “Hold on. Are you about to go back to that?”

Matt finally looks over at him. The moon that’s becoming progressively more visible in the sky behind him is full, the glow of it bright enough that it won’t matter soon that Matt didn’t turn on the lights when they got here. Cast in shadow, his eyes are hard to make out; the gold ones glow, sometimes, but the green ones don’t. His godhood isn’t on display right now. He’s just a scared-looking man.

“No. Yes? Not quite.” Matt approaches, dropping himself to sit near Felix, bent over with his elbows on his knees. “Don’t worry. The cosmos isn’t about to take your kill from you.”

“I was worried,” Felix scoffs. He wasn’t. Not about that, anyway.

“Celestial bodies are ever-changing, always moving,” Matt mutters, clasping his hands and resting his chin on his knuckles. “The… alignment of stars and planets can affect things far beyond them, especially if those things are starborn. I’ve felt it for some days now. There’s a celestial alignment happening tonight that will disrupt me.”

Felix raises both eyebrows, leaning back and resting his elbows on the back of the couch. “Disrupt? How so? Are you going to be removed from Matthew’s body?”

Matt laughs, low and with no humor. “It’s my body now. I’m not going to be expelled from it. Just…” He unclasps his hands, holding them out flat and laying one over the other. “Like oil on top of water. I’ll be separated. When the event ends, I’ll be whole again.”

“And you let me be with you for this?” Felix asks with a snort.

Matt sits up straighter. The sun is all but gone outside, now, the penthouse bathed in moonlight. The starstuff swirling around Matt seems more distinct than it was before.

“If you kill me like this, you will kill the body,” Matt explains, his voice laced with an edge of something Felix can’t quite define. “You will not kill me. I’ll be free to find another vessel. So if getting this body out of the way to take over the company is still your goal, I suppose I was a fool to allow you to be here.”

He turns his head, and Felix feels a chill run through his veins as Matt’s eyes meet his. They’re not green anymore—the irises are pitch black, glimmers of tiny stars within.

“I don’t think that’s what you’re after,” Matt murmurs.

He’s not wrong. Felix hasn’t cared much about the company since he discovered Matt’s true nature; his goal now is to kill a god, not be a CEO. Killing Matt is meaningless if all he actually does is destroy the body he’s in. That’s what he tells himself, anyway—that he has to kill Matt still. Like a hunter who can appreciate his quarry’s beauty but knows it has to die.

The room feels colder, now. Felix lowers his arms and leans forward again. “Maybe not. I guess I’ll just watch, then. Sounds like I’m about to see something interesting.”

“Is that why you’re here?” Matt asks, turning more towards Felix, the motion trailed by afterimages of stardust. “To observe? What will you learn, I wonder?” It’s almost like he’s trying to command some of his usual intimidating persona, but there’s something broken about it, almost frantic. Felix has to wonder if it’s because the event is uncomfortable, or because Matt was lying to him about going back to normal after this. Is he actually afraid?

“I observe you all the time,” he says. “How’s this different? Just because I’m—” As he speaks, Felix reaches out to touch Matt’s shoulder, and the words die in his throat as he makes contact with a surface that’s unnaturally cold.

Matt jolts away from him like he’s been burned.

“Woah,” Felix mutters, staring at the stardust clinging to his fingers. It drifts off after a moment, returning to Matt, who’s still leaning away as his chest heaves like he’s just been running for his life. “That was… weird.”

Matt doesn’t respond. Felix watches him for a moment, then shifts closer, reaching up to touch again; Matt’s head snaps to the side, his pupils bleeding out into the whites of his eyes as he bares his sharp teeth in a warning. “Keep your hands to yourself,” he hisses, but it’s even more broken than before, the sound both faraway and like a whisper in Felix’s skull.

“Stop freaking out,” Felix mutters, moving his hand to Matt’s opposite shoulder to pull him closer. For all his power and his obvious alarm, Matt doesn’t really resist, only leaning away even as he’s pulled flush against Felix’s side. He’s not even fully sure why he does it; maybe because the way it feels is fascinating. Maybe because Matt is shivering, like the cold is actually affecting him.

“St-op,” Matt croaks, baring his teeth again, much closer to Felix’s face now. Felix isn’t looking back at him, though—he’s looking down at Matt’s chest, where it almost seems like his starstuff is leaking out of him. He raises his free hand.

He’s not sure what he expects. That it will be even colder, maybe, or something else he’s familiar with, a sensation he has a name for. His fingertips touch Matt’s chest, but where he should be feeling the fabric of a shirt, what Felix actually feels is something like the surface of water. That, and something… more.

Matt grips his wrist. It’s a fragile hold, like reluctance rather than a command; Felix looks up to meet eyes that are fully black, stars blinking in and out of existence within.

“Don’t,” Matt whispers, his voice overlayed by unfamiliar echoes.

Felix stares into his eyes a moment longer, trying to discern the emotion Matt is displaying. Terror? Trepidation? Something else? He looks down again, where his fingers have just barely breached the surface. When he pushes, Matt doesn’t stop him, his wrist sliding through trembling fingers. It is cold, he finds. It’s also not; it’s like feeling nothing, but it’s also like feeling everything, something vast and unknowable swirling around his hand.

For a blinding moment, Felix is rocketed back to being a young teenager: he feels dew and dirt against his skin as he lays in the grass of the field behind his neighborhood. Above, as far as the eye can see, is the night sky; the light pollution is just low enough that he can see major constellations, maybe even something more, hints and whispers of the galaxy above. Shunned by his family and peers, disinterested in their approval anyway, he takes solace in the unfathomable reaches of space above.

Matt—or who he really is, the godking with a name Felix hasn’t figured out how to say—feels like what looking up at the night sky feels like.

He moves his fingers, running his thumb along something that is also nothing like one might caress the face of a lover, and Matt shudders in his hold. “Easy,” Felix murmurs, and he finds that applying just a little pressure with his arm makes Matt lean into him, head thudding onto his shoulder. “...Am I hurting you?”

Matt shakes his head.

He’s pliant, now, and when Felix lowers his arm to wrap it around Matt’s waist, he finds it easy to nudge the god into his lap, his shoulder against Felix’s chest and legs drawn up as if to make himself as small as possible. As Matt breathes heavy against his neck, Felix coaxes the essence of him more into his palm, stroking it as it phases through his flesh like neither of them are touching at all.

Yet they are touching. They’re touching more than they ever have before, in a way Felix knows humans can’t touch one another. For a person, maybe this would be like taking their soul in hand, the very core of their being; for Matt, this is his being. This is the very thing that he is under the body he stole, what remains of whatever he was before he lost the form he was born into. He is both massive and weightless, cold as death and warm as a kiss, as empty and as full as the universe hanging in the sky outside.

Felix tilts his head, brushing his lips against Matt’s hair. This moment is indescribable—the sort of experience once could only have with a god, a being of the cosmos so far beyond his own comprehension as to be entirely alien. If there’s a word for it, though, among all the ones he knows, Felix supposes he might refer to it as tender. He can’t really answer for the things he’s doing; he certainly doesn’t have the words for how it makes him feel. How often do hunters do this with their prey?

It feels like it goes on for hours. Whether that’s true or not is almost impossible to discern, like time itself warps around them throughout the event. Gradually, as the light of the moon changes angles across the penthouse floor, Felix starts to feel repelled from Matt’s chest, as though a magnet his hand is polarized to is nearing his palm. He stays as long as he can, caressing the stardust swirling around his fingertips, but finally the resistance is too great and his hand slides back out. When the sensation ends, Felix presses his fingers to Matt’s chest—solid, covered by the fabric of a plain shirt.

The room feels warmer. Matt, panting in Felix’s lap, also feels warmer. Chasing the tail end of the moment, Felix raises his hand to Matt’s face, cupping his jaw and thumbing over his cheek. It feels damp.

As Matt’s breathing evens out into a normal rhythm, the remaining tension in his limbs seeming to abate, Felix rests his jaw against Matt’s head. “All things considered,�� he sighs, “you’re really pretty on the inside.”

Matt lets out a sharp exhale. “...the most vile things can be beautiful, Felix.”

Vile. What a word. It’s almost baffling; Matt never refers to himself as anything less than a gift to all those lucky enough to be graced by his presence. Felix knows he’s a monster, and certainly Matt agrees, but it’s not something he ever mentions disparagingly.

He hums, moving his hand down along Matt’s neck. “Does it really matter?”

“Does what really matter?” Matt asks, sounding almost impatient.

“If they’re vile,” Felix clarifies, running his thumb along the artery of Matt’s neck that he’s cut dozens of times with no lasting results but soiled clothes and a bloody mouth. “Does it really matter when they’re so… perfect?”

Finally pulling away, Matt sits up, fixing Felix with a look that’s both tired and unimpressed. His eyes are green again, for as visible as they even are in the gloom; the tear tracks on his cheeks aren’t visible at all, but Felix can feel them on his own skin now that it’s exposed to the air.

“There’s something seriously wrong with you, you know,” Matt informs him dryly.

Felix can’t help but smirk in response. It’s cute, he thinks, to see a god try to save face after an intimate moment. He reaches up, curling his fingers under Matt’s chin to thumb over his lower lip, a gesture that earns him narrowed eyes but no attempt to pull away.

“Like I don’t know that already.”

[darlingdesire]

DAYDREAM

Oh how Harry wishes he could become a bird so he could just fly to Y/N.

Harry was a goner for Y/N. She was the most beautiful person he had ever seen, with her bright smile, sparkling eyes, and infectious laugh. He found himself falling into a deep daydream just looking at her, getting lost in the curves of her lips and the shimmer in her eyes.

Even now, as they lay side by side in their shared bed, he couldn't help but daydream about her.

Y/N was more than just a person to Harry: she was a work of art, a masterpiece of beauty and grace. His muse, and inspiration for every little piece that he made. Dedicated all to her, he saw her in all the beautiful things of the world - in the way the sun kissed the horizon at sunset, in the gentle rustling of leaves on a warm summer day, and in the twinkling of stars in the night sky. He couldn't help but compare her to the most magnificent things on earth, and yet, she was even more breathtaking than any of them.

Whenever he was away from her, Harry's mind was constantly consumed with thoughts of her. He longed to be with her every moment of every day, and he often found himself daydreaming about her, imagining her by his side. He would picture her smiling at him, holding his hand, and whispering sweet nothings in his ear.

Sometimes, Harry would wish he could just be stuck to her, unable to ever leave her side. He often joked about how he would dip her in honey so he could stick to her forever. He knew it was a silly idea, but the thought of being so close to her all the time was so tempting that he couldn't help but entertain the idea.

One late night call, when the two lovers were separated due to Harry’s tour, he jokingly wished he could be a bird so he could fly to his girl whenever they missed each other.

It was a silly little joke, but it held so much truth.

Whenever Y/N was away from him, Harry's heart felt heavy. He longed to be with her, to hold her in his arms and feel the warmth of her embrace. But sometimes, no matter how much he wished for it, they couldn't be together. That's when Harry would close his eyes and imagine himself transforming into a beautiful bird.

Maybe a blue bird.

As a bird, Harry could fly to Y/N's side whenever and wherever he wanted. He could swoop down from the sky and land on her windowsill, surprising her with a flutter of his wings. He could perch on a tree outside her house and sing sweet love songs to her, filling her heart with joy. And whenever she needed him, he could take flight and fly to her side in an instant.

It was a silly idea, Harry knew that. He was a human, not a bird, and he couldn't just transform at will. But the thought of being able to be with Y/N whenever he wanted was so tempting that he couldn't help but dream about it.

[chucapybara]

"mhm, just like that. hold it up—oh, perfect!"

"is this really necessary?" comes the huff of protest from your captain, whose cheeks colour the hue of windwheel asters. just a slight flush, as she brings the dandelion up, holding it by the stem. delicate, refined, even with her departure from clan tradition. it's always suited her in ways you've only grown to adore, over the years; the way she's made of her past and the cruel jeers of the people into something entirely her own. irreplaceable, unflinching.

even through the kamera lens, eula lawrence exuded nobility, bright as the shimmering waves. almost blinding. you were no sculptor, but you'd learn every art and trade just to preserve the picture of her in undying stone.

"no," you murmur, unable to keep the fondness out of your voice, as you steady the gadget held up to your eye. "but we might as well, right?"

after all, it's your birthday, you add in your mind. and you keep growing more and more beautiful, every single year.

eula rolls her eyes, an exasperated smile twitching on her soft lips. "fine. let's just get it over with."

she always holds herself up with such dignity and poise, unwilling to allow anyone else to glimpse anything of her; keeping the world beyond arm's reach. a protective shell, if nothing else.

but with you, all the tension bled from her, as easy as breathing. with you, there was no need to pretend for anything greater than herself. nothing to prove, nothing to uphold. no softer hands could bear her heart with such kindness—they may as well have been pillow cushions, a regal throne upon which her unbidden affections, her very lifeblood sat. cared for, in ways she may never be able to entirely repay.

so she leans back, ankles crossed, resting her free arm on the hollow tree trunk she's made for a seat (in your head, you feel mildly envious of the fallen wood). her figure, all slender yet lean muscle and elegant grooves, leans just rightly to the side, almost demure, and—

she tilts her head. eyelashes fluttering, and oh, there goes your breath, stolen away, the wind knocked out of your lungs.

you choke, and eula straightens up, surprised. "are you alright?" she asks, her brows furrowing as you cough, wheezing, the camera almost dropping into your lap. oh, you are terribly whipped for this woman. it's your turn to blush as brightly as freshly-picked valberries. damn.

"yeah," you croak in response. "i'm fine. wow. just—wow."

it shouldn't take you this long to snap the photo, but you can't help being simply gobsmacked by your captain, to the lawrence's honest amusement. first, your hand trembles, and the photo comes out blurry—she chides you impatiently, a scoff of your surname that's just a little too soft on her lips, but the words hold no malice, you know—and the next one comes out too bright because a beam of sun blasts it unfortuitously—

but then you steady yourself with a deep inhale, and take the next shot.

the device clicks,

and it's perfect.

eula stands out from verdant grass as the boundless sky does the earth, stems of dandelions lending hues and saturation onto your lady. for a moment, it's a glimpse of heaven made flesh, goddess made real.

you can't believe she's real.

"do you intend to keep gawking at my image as a duckling does," eula muses, sunset gaze sparkling with something gentle, "or do you have any actual intention of showing me what you've captured?"

you fluster, again, as you pick yourself up from the grass, slipping her the film. and as you set down your kamera, you find that the sun is warm, and your heart even warmer.

"hmph." eula huffs, again, in that way so characteristically her that you can discern between her genuine annoyance and affectionate irritation. her eyes flicker from photo, to kamera, to photographer, and they linger on you for a moment longer than they ought to. you see the quirk of her smile, invisible to all but a few, yourself included.

"not bad. you certainly have an eye for portraits. perhaps i ought to have you photograph our entire company?"

"i wouldn't be opposed," you murmur. but just as you reach for your kamera, eula beats you to it, her grasp swift as it withdraws the gadget from your reach.

"ah ah ah," the lawrence raises a knowing brow, a rare but intentful smirk on her features, and you gulp. oh, dear. "we're not finished, yet. don't think i'm done exacting my vengeance upon you."

a protest of your own dies in your throat, when she lifts the kamera to her eye, lens facing you. her instructions are your command, and even as you redden to the extremity of sparkling berry juice, vermilion chill sitting sour-sweet in its glass as you try to veil your face behind a hand, you already know better than to deny your beloved what she wishes.

"consider it a birthday gift. from me, to you."