#now watch this (grabs some other star and some. Like. Time travel. world travel. Something. Stuff. Grabs it and NAILS you in the head

[fisherrprince]

(head in hand) there is. a lot going on in the shadowbringers trailer

[babychavez]

Lucky

You had just gotten back into L.A from being gone to Miami on a press run for your new show. You were of course traveling along with your co-Star Nicholas Alexander Chavez. You guys had grown close over the last few months while shooting and also doing press runs together. Well as time has drug on you two had kinda started to see each other but it was nothing official of course.

"I'm so ready to be home and take a nice long hot bath." You groaned out as you slide your sunglasses over your puffy tired eyes.

"My place is closer why don't you just come stay with me tonight and get some rest." Nicholas suggested as he pulled the driver door shut and started the car.

"No. I know you're tired and need some space. I mean goodness you have been stuck with me on the road for what seems like forever now. Just drop me at my hotel and it'll be fine." You said waving off the idea of his.

Nic looked over at you and raised an eyebrow at the command you had just given him. "Really? Now you wanna act like you wanna be in a hotel room all alone?"

You rolled your eyes at Nic, "oh don't even start that crap with me. You know you're tired of me and ready to be away from me for a bit." You remarked back at him in a super bratty way. Nic looked your way with a mischievous smirk on his  face.

"I very much can assure you that I never get tired of being around you. Even if you are in one of your sassy moods, now come here and give me a kiss." Nic exclaimed as he leaned over the center console that was between you two and pushed his lips together waiting for you to meet him the rest of the way. You smiled and shook your head as you pushed yourself up from your seat and leaned forward to make your lips connect with his.

Your heart fluttered when you felt him smile against your lips as you both broke the kiss. "Let's get out of here now." Nic started the car and took off down the road. You watched out the window at the familiar storefronts passing by all the hustle and bustle of people and cars on the streets. You could feel your eyelids get heavy with each street block you passed. You finally saw the road that would lead you on to the freeway and carry you and nic back to his place.

"Take a nap baby, it's gonna be a bit because of the traffic right now. Don't worry I'll keep you safe." Nic told you as he merged on to the highway. You looked at nic and gave him a sleepy smile, as to be telling him okay. Nic reached over and grabbed your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. You leaned your head back and slowly drifted off to sleep, knowing you were safe and in the best company.

"Baby we're here." You heard a soft voice say. You opened your eyes and saw the inside of the car illuminated by dim light. You pushed your sunglasses off your eyes and to your surprise the sunny sky that you had fallen asleep to was now dark and starry.

"What in the world is going on?" You asked while rubbing the sleep out of the corners of your eyes. You looked out the front windshield and saw no familiar sights, instead you saw a tall white house that was covered by greenery and 2 tall windows that made it look as if the house had 2 glowing eyes.

"Surprise babe." Nic exclaimed as he opened up the passenger door and extended his hand for you to take as you climbed out the door. You looked up and all the stars were bright on shining and twinkling above. You felt a nice almost cool breeze graze your face and you grabbed ahold of Nic's hand and placed your feet on the ground.

"Where are we Nicholas?" You asked as Nic pulled you away from the car and smiled widely at you. You were caught off guard and shocked to say the less because you never would have never guessed he could pull something like this by you.

"Well we have a few days off from work and meetings and traveling so I thought what a better way to spend it, than a little mini us vacation. Away from the noise of the city, people and most of all anyone knowing where we are. It's just me and you." Explained Nic as he embraced you from behind and laid a soft kiss on the side of your head.

"Aww. When did you plan all of this?" You asked him still shocked by the surprise of it all. Nic smiled and took ahold of your hand as he lead you to the front door of the house.

"Stop asking so many questions and just enjoy yourself and this time away we have. Baby sometimes living in the moment is the best way to live. We don't always have to know all the ins and outs of how something came to be. Just go with your feelings." Said Nic with a soft chuckle as he pulled out his phone and looked at something in it. He then punched a code into the lock on the double doors, he pushed open the doors.

You couldn't believe what you were seeing the lights were dim and candles were lite on top of the island in the kitchen with a lovely spread of finger foods and a chilled bottle of champagne in a metal bucket.

"Nic! This place is beautiful!" You exclaimed as you walked into the house and continued looking around.

"Yeah it came out even better than I had imagined it would." Nic exclaimed as he walked over to the island and popped open the bottle of champagne and poured you each a glass. "I knew I wanted to do something special for you since we have been so busy lately."

"Well this is perfect and you did an excellent job." You smiled and praised Nic as you raised your glass toward him. Nic smiled as he clicked his glass to mine and then we both took a drink. You started around the corner of the island to admire the food laid out in front of you when you noticed red petals on the floor. "Uh Nic what are these for?"

Nic was taking another drink out of his glass when he looked down and noticed the petals as well. "Oh yeah! Come here come here!" He exclaimed full of excitement as he grabbed you by the hand and pulled you behind him toward an open set of French doors.

Once out the doors you saw the sand and heard the waves hitting the beach. You could smell the scent of the ocean in the air and also the faint scent of floral. You looked down and saw more petals laying on the back porch they lead the way down the stairs and across the sand toward what looked to be a hammock on 2 post near the edge of the ocean and a soft glow from 2 lit tiki torches.

"Wanna go with me?" Nic asked as he was already pulling you in that direction down the stairs. You smiled and followed along behind him. But Nic didn't stop at the hammock he pulled you out into the water with him. The waves hit the both of you, soaking your clothes, you let out a giggle as you caught eyes with Nic who was smiling ear to ear. Nic grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into him. You looked into his eyes and cupped his cheeks in your hands before you pushed your lips to his.

There you 2 were in the middle of the ocean at night holding each other as the waves crashed into the both of you, you two could care less because you were both lost in each other. You felt a warmth travel across your lower back and then slowly up your sides, it was Nic’s hands raises the soaking wet shirt off your body. You broke apart from each others lips as Nic gave your shirt one last tug over your head and tossed it on to shore.

You returned the favor by taking his shirt off and revealed his toned smooth chest, you both were standing there captivated by the moment and the look in each others eyes. Nicholas grabbed you by the waist and pulled you back into him, he held you so gently and yet tightly as never wanting to let you go. You laid your head on his chest and heard the beat of his heart quicken. You gently swayed back and fourth together in the water being held by Nic made it seem like nothing could ever top this moment. You felt Nic rest his chin on the top of your head but just as you settled he pulled back and looked down at you.

“I’ve had something on my mind for awhile now.” Nicholas said softly as he took your cheek into the palm of his hand and pulled your gaze up to his brown sweet eyes.

“Oh yeah what is it?” You asked slightly nervous.

“I never knew someone like you existed until the day you came in the doorway for our 1st table read. The moment I saw you I knew I wanted you. Then as this time has continued on between us, I feel like I’ve known you forever and that I can be myself with you. I feel like I’m here just for you. No one else.” Nicholas groveled as he ran his thumb across your cheek.

You could feel the redness bubbling up on your cheeks, no one has ever made you feel so special and made you so happy as Nic had. “I have never felt this way about someone Nic. I’m so lucky I met you.

Nic’s eyes twinkled and before you knew it, you were swept off your feet and Nicholas crashed his lips back into yours. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your tongues fought for space in each others mouth.

Nic carried you out of the water and laid you down in the big hammock. You grasped at the top of his pants trying to get them off. But just as you hooked your fingers into the waist of them he pulled away and instead pulled your shorts down and panties all in one swift motion. He tossed them down and then began to pull his pants down himself, you watched as he unleashed his hard cock.

He gave you an almost evil smirk as he pulled you to the edge of the hammock. He teased your wet slit by rubbing the tip of his cock up and down your clit, he smacked your pussy with his cock before thrusting it deep in you.

His cock could be felt in your stomach and made you gasp as you adjusted to it. Nic looked down at you and admired the way you were taking him, he began to slowly move his hips back and forth. You winced as he pushed himself back in each time.

“That’s a good girl. Taking this dick and letting me know how much you’re enjoying it.” Nic said as he bite his bottom lip and tossed his head back and let out a moan into the night sky.

You could tell his pace was increasing and you could feel yourself tightening around his cock with each stroke and the warmth was growing in your stomach. You let your head fall back and enjoyed the noises that were coming from Nic’s mouth, you pulled Nic down closer to your body and intertwined your fingers in his soft brown locks.

You heard the clapping of skin echoing out, Nic popped his head back up so you both made eye contact as he rocked his hips into you harder and harder.

“Ohhhh fuck yes! Fuck me Nic!” You yelled out at him. He pushed himself back up to where he could lay his forehead on yours, your eyes were locked. You could feel the sweat between both of you making you glide easily against each other. You couldn’t hold it back anymore and you let yourself go and got lost in the sweet orgasm as it would overcame your whole body.

“Take this cum baby!” Nic grunted just as he spilled inside of you. You both locked lips as let the moment be.

You laid on Nic chest as he kicked his foot making the hammock swing back and fourth, you both laid there listening to the ocean. Nic was relaxed and happy, he had his eyes closed and a smile on his lips. You and Nic’s fingers were laced with in each others and laid across Nic’s chest, he would wiggle his fingers every now and then to see if you’d response with some form of movement back.

“Thank you so much for planning this, I think this is just what we need.” You exclaimed laying a soft kiss on Nic’s warm skin.

“You deserve this babe. You haven worked your butt off the past few months and you deserve some peace and rest and most of all love.” You were taken back by the last word Nicholas had just spoken. He had never used that word till now toward you. You pop your head off his chest and peered up at him. His eyes were still closed but now the small smile had been replaced with a huge teeth baring smile.

“What did you say?” You questioned him. Nicholas let out a small chuckle and raised his head up to meet your stare.

“You heard me. You deserve to have love and be loved. I love you.” Nic spoke once again. You were overwhelmed by the words but most of all thankful because the feelings he had for you matches up with the ones you had for him.

“I love you too Nicholas.” You exclaimed as you laid a huge kiss on Nic’s lips. You cuddles back into Nic’s chest and closed your eyes and soaked up all of the emotions floating in the air between you two.

You had just opened a new adventure in life and it was very exciting to be venturing into the unknown future with a man as great as Nic. You could feel yourself drifting off with each swing of the hammock, back and forth and back and forth.

“I love you baby girl.” Nic whispered into the wind just as you drifted off to sleep.

[cottonlemonade]

Accidental Confession

word count: 1228 || avg. reading time: 5 mins.

pairing: post-time skip!Nishinoya x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff

warnings: spoilers

request: watching Goosebumps, having caramel popcorn while dressed as a pirate (accidental confession) with Noya || fluffy, accidental confession with Noya

Noya leaned closer to the bowl and took a deep, happy sniff of the soup. It was pouring outside and originally he wanted to meet a few new friends to go fishing again but as adventurous as he was, he didn’t feel like catching a cold along with the fish. So, he resigned himself to sitting in the small restaurant he found a few days ago, enjoying a slow afternoon with you and his latest travel companion, Saruta. The little seaside town he had settled in for the time being was a narrow one like someone had pushed a bunch of houses as close to the shore as possible to save space. No building was higher than two stories, a stark contrast to the many impressive metropoles he had seen during his world tour so far. He usually never spent more than a week in one place. He wanted to see as much as possible after all before his sense of duty - as well as his parents - called him back to Japan. But here, in this tiny hamlet with nothing to do after 6 p.m., Noya stayed for almost a whole month now. And all because he met you the minute he stepped off the ferry. Much like his high school self he definitely still believed in love at first sight, however, the more he got to know you, the quicker he realized that none of what he had ever experienced with anyone in Miyagi came even close to how he felt about you.

You were daring and witty, strong and beautiful and if he could have proposed to you on that first night he would have. But if he learned anything in school that stuck it was that his previous approaches to flirting and dating weren’t exactly well-received and often described as “coming on too strong”. And since he didn’t want to mess up his chances under any circumstances, he resigned himself to pining and made a pact with himself instead. To pad his funds a bit he had joined some oyster shuckers and decided that once he found a pearl he’d confess. Unfortunately, he grossly overestimated how long it would take him to find one and chickened out immediately when a tiny pinkish thing rolled into his palm on the second day. Soon enough he carried around a small handful of them in an empty TicTac container. They weren’t worth much, all being roughly the size and shape of a corn of sushi rice but a local girl who was selling self-made jewelry turned them into a necklace in exchange for him manning her stall while she went to grab lunch.

You excused yourself to the bathroom, leaving the two young men behind. Noya already knew what was coming before his friend even started.

“Hope you realize, I feel myself age while I‘m waiting for you to make a move.“, Saruta said.

“I‘ll do it soon.“, Noya replied automatically as he looked at his almost empty bowl, considering ordering seconds.

The other raised a highly doubtful brow, “Now, where have I heard this before? Oh yeah. You, last week. Come on, it‘s not that deep. If she likes you back, great, if not, you just move on and will forget about her in no time.“

Noya glared at him, making Saruta raise his hands in defense, “Look, you have the necklace ready, it‘s her birthday tomorrow, probably some stars are aligning as well, just do it.“

“Right, I meant to ask you about something.” Noya reached into his pocket and pulled out a heavily crumpled piece of paper.

“What’s that?”

His friend smoothed out the note and skimmed the short text.

“Well, what does it look like?”

“Birthday wishes - but I’m not seeing any kind of confession here.”

Noya ignored him.

“Could you translate it for me?”

“Why? She knows Japanese.”

“I know, but I wanna do it in her native language and you’re the only one I can ask.”

“Have you heard of the internet?”, Saruta asked sarcastically, pushing the paper back across the table.

Noya waved him off. “I don’t trust online translations to make it sound natural. Plus, no program is gonna correct my pronunciation, hm?” He batted his eyes pleadingly and with pointed fingers gently slid the note to Saruta once again.

“Fine. But you’re paying for dessert.”

In all his time at school, Noya had never studied as hard as he did that night. Huddled together in the cramped hostel room they shared with 10 other guys, Noya and Saruta went through the note again and again until the latter threatened to smother Noya with a pillow if he repeated the words in his presence one more time.

The following morning the former libero made sure to dress in his best (aka cleanest) clothes and hurried to meet you outside at the pier as previously agreed.

His steps slowed when he spotted your chubby silhouette waiting. The morning air was icy even without much wind. Seagulls cawed sleepily as they patrolled the shore. The sun was just beginning to rise, coloring the horizon in tones of lavender and gold.

Noya reached into his jacket to double-check that the necklace and cheat sheet for his birthday wishes were in place.

“Y/n!”, he called and you turned around, giving him the most arresting smile.

“Yuu! Not gonna lie, I thought you overslept.”

“Not today.”, he laughed nervously and joined you at the railing that separated the street from the beach.

“I wasn’t sure why you wanted to meet so early but…”, you pointed towards the sun steadily climbing over the calm waves, “this is gorgeous.”

“Yeah…”, he said, most definitely not paying attention to the sunrise in the slightest.

When you caught him staring, he cleared his throat and pulled the little tule bag containing the necklace from his pocket. He held it out to you.

“For you.”, he added unnecessarily.

“Oh, thank you so much! You didn’t have to get me anything.”, you beamed at him and the cold October morning suddenly felt a whole lot warmer.

He took a deep breath and although stumbling over a few words here and there he recited his short speech.

“Happy birthday! I need you to know that from the moment I saw you, I knew I was in love. I can’t stop thinking about you and if you’ll have me, I’d love to be your boyfriend.”

Your jaw dropped, then you began to blush and finally you clutched his gift to your heart when he finished.

“I really like you, too!”, you replied in Japanese. Noya stiffened and his heart pounded in his ears.

“You what?”

“I really like you, too!”, you said again, a little quieter but still carrying the same enthusiasm, “And I’d love to be with you.”

The realization dawned in time with the sun. He didn’t know whether to kill Saruta or kiss him. It should have been obvious from that smile he gave him before bed.

With trembling fingers, he helped you put on the necklace, the different hues of the pearls shimmering in the golden gray morning light.

You hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and closed the gap between you for your first kiss.

In every photo he took on his travels from this day on you were by his side, necklace and all.

a/n: That necklace 100% made an appearance on your wedding photo, too.

request for @mikayla1117

Thank you so much for giving me the opportunity to finally write for him! Also thank you so much for your kind words 🥹 I hope you enjoyed it!

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[hiddenwritingsintheworld]

Cruel Summer Chapter 1 (Chris Evans x Actress/Singer!Reader)

(Okay, So Ive been away for a hot minute. And I've been through quite a bit. But I got inspired to write this and I hope yall love it!! Couple of things. 1.) Taylor Swift doesnt exist in this series, the reader is like taylor swift! 2) dont come for me, I've been chewing on this idea for a few months now lol. 3.) Im almost done with chapter 1 of My Alpha, I know I've gotten some messages about that!! Also, half way through chapter 2 of Midnight rain ;) Enjoy! Let me know your thoughts on this!! love you guys!!!)

Thoughts? Suggestions? General opinion wanted here!!!!!

You’d be delusional to think that he wanted anything more than hookups with you. Being a movie star was hard enough to make a “normal” life ...falling in love with your co-star though...that made everything even worse. That’s what led you to becoming a world famous pop star, releasing smash hit after smash hit. Your smile; when up on that stage, tens of thousands of fans screaming your songs as you sang them, standing ovations, tears of happiness, excitement, thrill, it all made that heartache ease just a little bit. But not all the way. 

“Tonight is a HUGE night, I can’t believe you’re going to announce another album. I’m in awe, really I am.” Your mom said, grabbing your shoulders and looking at you in the mirror of the room you were currently using backstage. “Mom, thanks so much for traveling with me during this tour. It means so much to me.” you smiled softly at her, “especially after everything I’ve been through recently. Wanna know the surprise songs tonight? Or just be surprised like everyone else?” you asked with a soft laugh. 

Your mom and dad were your biggest and best fans you could have ever asked for. Even during the worst time of your life, you’d had your parents support when changing careers. “Awe, let me be surprised like everyone else dear. Your cue is up….come on,” she gave you a big hug and kissed your cheek. “You’re going to be amazing, just like every other night” she beamed before walking out of your dressing room. 

You stared in the mirror, touching up your red lipstick before turning around and walking out. Your bejeweled bodysuit in the colors of your most favorite album you’d put out, pinks and blues. You smiled at the stage crew and everyone working behind the scenes as you walked with your assistant. “Another great sold out crowd out there, the VIP tent is dead center, lots of celebrities are here tonight too.” She smiled before you walked away standing on your mark. 

Listening to the entrance music you’d had custom made, caused the memories to flood your mind. 

You looked over at him grinning as you both reached for a piece of popcorn. “Soooo I thought you wanted to do something else when you asked me to come to your hotel room 10:30 at night.” you smirked as he laughed, throwing his head back. “While yes, I’d love to do that too….I figured it would be nice to watch a movie or two, enjoy a snack and relax together too. I ordered some wine and chocolate covered strawberries too.” he said leaning closer to you, as you bit your lip leaning into him, letting his lips brush yours. The next thing you knew, he had you pinned to the bed, popcorn littering the floor as he kissed down your neck, slowly pushing your shirt off and attacking your chest. 

“Ready? Have fun!!” Your assistant shouted over the music and screaming fans as the platform started to bring you up from under the stage. You plastered a grin on your lips and got in your stance with your mic. 

The moment your back up dancers pulled back the large fabric fans to reveal you, you began to sing one of your songs. The roar of screams, cheers and cries erupted throughout the entire stadium as you came into sight for everyone. The platform continued to rise as you sang, smiling at everyone. 

“It's you and me, that's my whole world

They whisper in the hallway, "She's a bad, bad girl"

Oh, I just thought you should know (you should know)

It's you and me, there's nothing like this (like this)

Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince (okay)

We're so sad, we paint the town blue (paint it blue)

Voted most likely to run away with you.” 

The music ended as everyone cheered even louder and you laughed softly, the platform lowering back to the mainstage level; you grinned as the next song began instantly. You loved performing for a crowd, they never made you feel like you weren’t worth the love and attention. You strut toward the front of the stage, beginning to sing the bridge, along with the crowd, when a sight almost threw you off your performance. He stood there in the VIP tent with a cold beer in one hand, his other arm around the shoulders of a petite brunette. 

“I'm drunk in the back of the car

And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar (oh)

Said, "I'm fine, " but it wasn't true

I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you

And I snuck in through the garden gate

Every night that summer just to seal my fate (oh)

And I screamed for whatever it's worth

"I love you, " ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?

He looks up grinning like a devil” 

You belt out the bridge, the crowd screaming louder toward the end. You tried to not to look at the VIP tent, the urge to see him again, standing there happy with some other girl, you danced around, happily grinning at the crowd, encouraging them to sing along. You finally took a break, smiling wide as everyone clapped and cheered. “Hi!” you said cheerfully. “My name is Y/N and welcome to The Eras Tour,” you grinned as the stadium erupted again. 

“I just want to say thank you to everyone who is here tonight and I hope that I don’t disappoint. I usually perform only two surprise songs a night, however, I’m feeling…fun tonight, so I want to add another song to the list for you all. It’s one that I don't usually perform live. But, I hope you enjoy it.” you smiled as the platform rose and you looked around, the soft jazz music starting as loud cheers erupted. You couldn't stop the smile that landed on your face as you began to sing. 

“We were crazy to think

Crazy to think that this could work

Remember how I said I'd die for you?

We were stupid to jump

In the ocean separating us

Remember how I'd fly to you?

And I can't talk to you when you're like this

Staring out the window like I'm not your favorite town

I'm New York City

I still do it for you, babe

They all warned us about times like this

They say the road gets hard and you get lost when you're led by blind faith

Blind faith” 

You smiled looking around, your eyes landed on him again, he had a look in his eyes, just like how he used to look at you, hunger and desperation for your touch. You put your lips back up to the microphone and made eye contact with him again. 

“But we might just get away with it

Religion's in your lips

Even if it's a false god

We'd still worship

We might just get away with it

The altar is my hips

Even if it's a false god

We'd still worship this love

We'd still worship this love

We'd still worship this love

I know heaven's a thing

I go there when you touch me

Honey hell is when I fight with you” 

You didn’t mean to stare for so long, but the way he looked at you, watching your body move. You wanted to jump off stage and run into his arms again, kissing him, telling him how in love with him you still were, even after the three years that had passed. You felt a tightness in your chest when the girl turned and kissed his neck, and began to dance with him. 

You finished the song not soon after and took a small bow as everyone screamed out. You stood still smiling as the platform began to lower, before diving off to get changed. “I need a minute,” you said as your assistant came up to you. She looked slightly confused as they began to help you into your next outfit. How were you going to continue this concert with him staring at you? You didn’t think you could do it honestly. 

“I can’t believe you changed the set list, We’re going to have to cut one of the surprise songs.” You looked at her. “No we can’t but we are changing them tonight.” you said as they did up the back of your dress. “What?! Why!” she gasped. “Chris is here,” you said looking at her as her face fell. “With some girl.” she sighed putting a hand on her head “Jesus fucking Christ……okay. Tell me what you need.” you looked at her again as tears filled your eyes. “I need a fucking minute.” you grabbed the new mic rushing off.

[spicyclover]

Water kisses

Summary: Swimming pole and lots of kisses.

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Lots of love, xxx Spicy Clover

Warning: smut +18!

On vacation in Monaco, Charles decided to spend an evening in his villa with some friends. It is precisely rental for you to discover this world of jet-set you are not used to.

You and Charles have been talking to each other regularly for a few weeks, and he has invited you on several dates. However, nothing concrete happened because you always ended up being interested in fans or friends, a phone ringing, or just the time.

You arrived at this party with a little apprehension, your anxiety about the ceiling and aw nerves. You want to go longer with him. Not just contemplate, hold hands or just kisses on the cheek. No, you want something real.

You had a few drinks by the pool. We went for a swim in the early evening. It’s now 10:30, and everyone except you and Charles have gone inside.

The others are busy drinking while watching TV, playing an old movie from the 2000s. You think this is the time.

You feel Charles' gaze on you. You feel your skin tingling as you feel his eyes on you. You are, in the end, intimidated by his presence and highly excited by this new situation. However, you act as if you have not seen anything. You keep swimming slowly with your glass in your hand.

You end up putting down your glass to water Charles and relax the atmosphere, and sexual tension are very present. You laugh when you see his head, and he gets into the game and splashes you.

You laugh. It makes you feel good. It relaxes you. After a few minutes, you stop and start floating in the water to look at the stars.

You’ve always enjoyed stargazing. The universe has and is one of your favourite subjects, and Charles knows it. That’s what he likes about you. You’re obsessed with space, and yet you’re dizzy. You love to travel, but you have a blue fear of planes.

It is these opposites that make you the ideal woman for Charles. Because despite your own fears, you are still fascinated by this world.

You’ve been floating for minutes when suddenly, a hand grabs your ankle and pulls you towards it. You feel Charles' eyes staring at you once you’ve come close to him. You stand up in the water. Not having a foot, you wrap your legs around his waist to keep you afloat.

You are very close to each other. You feel his breath on your neck. Your lips touch the edge of his face before it crashes against his lobe. You play with it, and Charles' breathing accelerates. You understand quickly that he is sensitive to your caresses, hearing a slightly muffled moan from his mouth.

You keep stimulating this area, and you feel a bump forming in his lower abdomen. A corner smile appears on your lips, and you bring your pools closer.

You slowly move away and lower your eyes to his erect intimacy. He sighs while lowering his head and plays a hand in his hair, annoying. His cheeks are red, and yours are red too.

"It’s okay, I want it too," you say sensually.

You caress his face with your hands and bring your lips closer. You touch him several times before daring to lightly lick his lower lip to excite him further. And it works. He does not resist another second and grabs your lips vigorously between his, and a tumultuous kiss begins.

His lips are soft on yours, and you put your tongue on his mouth to ask him for access, which he does not refuse.

He draws you closer to him, a hand on your hips caressing your back, breathing, panting.

"Wait, wait, we can’t. We can’t do that," he says, trying to get his head together.

"It’s okay. They can’t see us. And then, it will be our little secret," you say as you lower your hand along his body, arriving at his crotch. "Oh, maybe not so small," you assert by putting your hand in his bathing suit and feeling his dick between your fingers.

He kissed you eagerly. You put your hands in his hair, caressing your body against his. Your breaths mingle, and your envy rises. Your tongues engage in an epic battle filled with desire, envy, and madness. He grabs your hips firmly and gently slams you against the pool wall.

He pulls his hand down to the bottom of your jersey and removes it completely. He throws it on the pool's edge and does the same for his. He positions himself in front of your entrance, touching it with his tail and making you feel frustrated. To make him stop, you bite him and lick his neck. The most sensitive place in his body, the most exciting place. He blows with a hoarse sound and comes into you all at once, startling you.

You choke the noise as best as you can, but he’s forced to put his hand on your mouth when he starts his quick back and forth inside you.

Charles accelerates his movements, and you let out a whimpering delight. He kisses you on the mouth several times not to attract the attention of other people in the house. The more he moves, the more your sighs intensify, each one more lascivious than the other. Charles' burning skin against yours. You will turn against him, further deepening the penetration.

"Charles!" You said, "Tell me that you love me."

"Www.... what?"" he asks, panting, holding you closer to him, sinking deeper into you.

"You don't have to think it. Just said it for me. " You explain to him in front of his gaze, mixing desire and misunderstanding.

Charles is speeding up his pelvis, and you had a hard time keeping up with the new pace at first, but he’s still going on. The rhyme, which he has undertaken, brings you close to enjoyment. You feel the contraction of your vagina around his limb getting tighter and tighter. You cum and release a big moan shouting his name.

"Charles!" You scream, bite your lip, and realize a few seconds later that you’ve probably just alerted the house to what’s happening in the pool.

He continues a few pushes before he also lets go. He enjoys without protection inside you. This is the first time someone has come into you. It’s a strange feeling, as if you finally feel whole. Full of him. There are a few seconds left in you, and he whispers "je t'aime" in your ear in a hoarse voice.

You slowly take your mind back, and you kiss his, giggling.

"I’ve been waiting for this," you said, letting yourself float back to the top of your body.

Your legs are still too weak for you to trust them to swim. Then you remain clinging to Charles like a Koala. Fulfilled.

Charles will answer something when a voice breaks out.

"There are rooms to do that, Leclerc! Otherwise, next time put a warning sign. There are sensitive souls here," exclaims Daniel, putting his hand before poor Lando's eyes.

Charles doesn’t bother laughing and pulls you towards him to hide from the guests.

"Va te faire foutre," he said while trying to reach for your underwears.

However, Carlos is faster; he catches them and throws them into the grass. A little out of it, you’re laughing at the childish behaviour of Charles' friends. Charles doesn’t think it’s funny, and he’s trying to negotiate to at least get your bottom back, but the guys refuse.

Charles is annoyed, but you just do what you want. You get out of him and you walk to the steps to get out of the water. Everyone is a little shocked that you dare to do this, but after the orgasm you just had. You don’t give a shit about their judgment. You go up the stairs and up. You turn around and look at Charles lasciviously.

"Ready for round two?" You add while walking back to the house completely naked.

You don’t turn around, but you know Charles has been following you because you feel hands grasping your waist to accelerate your movement to his upstairs bedroom...

[puppysirie0-0]

Anybody Call A Doctor (I'm 1000 Degrees In Love)

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Lantsov!Reader

Warnings: Mostly fluff that I wanted to be smut

Chapter 3 of "The Bunny and It's Shadow"

Aleksander slowly starts kissing down your body with a tenderness you had not expected. He kisses every inch of your skin, and all your insecurities and worries melt away. You knew you loved him and he loved you, you knew this was going to be forever, even if nothing else was.

You watch as he travels down. The admiration and utter devotion in his eyes, evident as he looks back up at me. My heart skips a beat as I make eye contact with him. He also made me feel special and the intimacy of this moment pours over me like a refreshing shower.

You and Aleksander had done this before. The fleeting makeouts in his room and quickies in the hallway. Him whisking you away into his chambers or a bathroom to let out your mutual frustrations. But, now you’re married, it’s 100 times more intimate. It was coveted, it was sweet, it was something you’d only dreamt of doing with Aleksander. Never knowing that you’d ever be able to marry him.

You snap out of your haze of reflection as he reaches down between your thighs. He knew what to do to make you come undone quickly, but he didn’t want it quick. He wanted to savor this moment, cherish it like an ancient relic. You being his most prized possession. He thrust a finger in your cunt, slowly pumping it at a steady pace. Stretching you out for him, despite your numerous other times taking him.

He adds another, and another, whispering sweet nothings into your ear and the air around you. Kissin down your neck, littering your collarbone and neck with love bites. Knowing that you wouldn’t be able to hide them in the morning, purposefully making sure that they would be bright purple and noticeable when you had to face your friends at breakfast. He made you feel safe and on the edge at the same time.

He teased you like you were a puppy jumping up at a treat right before it was pulled away. And you loved it. It might have seemed cruel, but you did. His mere attention made you feel like a star shining bright in the midst of a void of darkness.

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The next morning, you woke up to the smell of violets. They had a very distinct smell for you because they were your favorite. Your nanny as a child would always pick them and bring them to you. Those were some of your happiest memories, happily playing with your older brother, Nikolai, and your shared nanny.

You turn to see Aleks still asleep. He looked so peaceful there, lying in the morning sunrise. The orange light illuminates his skin, making him glisten like a gem. He was a gem to you, the most precious, beautiful, perfect gem of the world in your eyes.

His eyes flutter open and he catches you staring. You blush as a smile spreads across his face. He reaches for you, pulling you back into bed and you let him. You trusted him with everything, your heart, your life, everything. He whispers in your ear, “Morning, Mrs. Morozova.”

You can feel his grin on your neck and you look back at him, “Mrs. Morzova is hungry right now, Mr. Morzova.”

He chuckles before shrouding the room in darkness. He grabs your wrist to amplify your new-found power, illuminating the once pitch-black room with stars. You both look in awe, completely and utterly amazed to see not only the beauty of your stars, but your respective stars and shadows mingling together, in harmony.

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You head to breakfast with the rest of the camp and your skin prickles with the stares of everyone. You had forgotten about the marks Aleks had given you. You feel a hand on your back leading you to a fairly empty section by the stoked out fire. You know it’s Aleksander, you lean into his touch, and let him guide you.

Breakfast had a tension thick enough to cut with an axe. You slowly eat your food as Aleksander casually talks with Ivan beside him, leaving you swimming with awkwardness. You turn and talk to Fedyor, but you feel the eyes boring into the back of your head.

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Once Breakfast is thankfully over, you start packing up to head back to the Little Palace. You knew Aleksander had duties and you wanted to move out of the Main Palace as soon as possible.

The trek back home was easy, simple. It was actually quite calming, you grin every time you see a flower. You had studied them for hours as a child, continuing far into your adulthood, ever the anthophile. But you were still nervous, you had to face your parents not only about the failed Fjerdan engagement and your marriage to Aleksander, but about your powers as well.

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When you're back at the Little Palace, Aleksander immediately tells the servants to move your belongings into his, or your now shared chambers. You follow him into his war room, wanting to relax after the ride home. Aleks asks for tea before sitting down on a chair he’s had for years. The leather worn from both of you napping in it after a long day of Aleks’ work.

You climb into his lap and wait for the tea. He cuddles you and grads a purple and black blanket to lay over the two of you. The tea arrives and you guys sip the tea in silence, enjoying each other’s company. But your mind is racing a million miles a second, because what are you going to do about your powers? And more importantly, what are you going to do about your parents?

Your mind snaps out its trance as Aleks exclaims, “Anybody call a doctor!”

You turn to look at him and he’s grinning before saying “I’m a thousand degrees in love.”

You smile at each other. In a soft, sweet, domestic way. You were in love and you were going to cherish every second of it.

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A/N:

Hey guys! This is the third chapter of Aleksander Morozova series, I'm writing this while collaborating with @lost-tothe-centuries! I have been swamped with classes so I am sorry for the wait. We'll, lemme know what you think. Also, always remember that my DMs and requests are always open if you wanna talk. Love y'all! Mwah!

[justhere4kpop]

Easy as Breathing

P.SH x Reader

W/C:1176

Genre: Fluff, Stay at Home, Date Night.

Summary: You finally can have a date night with your partner, what will you get up to? He is the love of your life after all. Don't forget some shenanigans with a kitten.

a/n: Happy Birthday to one of my best friends on the entire planet! @hwaightme I love you so so so much and I can't believe we've spent almost a year together on this rock! Thank you for always believing in me even when I couldn't and making every day a little brighter with your art and delulu, you mean the absolute world to me and I love our chaos crew! I love you so much! I can't wait for many more! Here's to you!!!! <3 <3 <3 (also thank you my love @pocketjoong for beta-reading <3)

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Dating Seonghwa was as easy as breathing, he fell into you like a missing puzzle piece and wamed your heart like a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day. He was there in the time you were studying for your degree and you were there as he and his group traveled across your home, attending his performances was something you had always promised to do whenever you could. He made sure to be there when you had graduated and you made sure that you were at the show for his birthday.

You had moved in together some time ago as you could never be away from each other long enough to keep your own place. Your home was cozy and minimal, it had lego displays and Star Wars memorabilia, a sofa big enough fo every member and yourself in the living space with a tv made for watching movies. The coffee table adorned with “The Star Wars Archives” “Star Wars Art.” and “Cabinet of Natural Curriosities.” A turntable adorned a corner of the room with speakers. Art hung on the wall, some you created, some you both had purchased from art fairs. The color palette was cooler, soft blacks and whites, a few accents of emerald and a pop of gold. Seonghwa had liked it for the rich vibes it gave him. You both had worked hard to make it into a home, this was your home. You remind each other it could be a cardboard box and it’d feel like home if you were together.

After what felt like Seonghwa being gone forever you both had settled on a date night, and while all your outdoor plans had been rained out or cancelled due to the weather you could still make the most of it. Grabbing umbrellas and ponchos you head to the local department store to pick up a few things, a lego set, snacks, a book or two, a puzzle, and a movie to potentially watch later.

“Okay I’ll start organizing the pieces into categories.” you said sitting at the now cleared off coffee table lego box open.

“Okay I’ll see where we should start.” Seonghwa smiled at you.

Lego building always starts peaceful but about halfway through you both are arguing if that’s the correct piece or if it’s actually the piece you’re holding because it looks more like the picture that way, you decide to make hot chocolate to get away from him and cool off because after all it is a silly argument, Lego building is very serious in this household, just ask your cat…also named Lego. The sweetest little black kitten with the brightest roud boba eyes. Seonghwa as a cat as you describe to your friends.

After your adventures in lego building you decide to do something a little active to wake up so maybe a few rounds of Just Dance, or as Hwa suggested a Youtube tutorial on aerobics. Then of course neither of you could decide on reading or the puzzle so you decide to snuggle up on the sofa and he reads to you while you lean against him, adjusting his glasses when they start sliding off his face since his arms are too full of you to keep them on his nose. You journey back to the lego building but of course you become distracted when Lego begins chasing the light reflected off your phone onto the floor. Your giggles becoming his favorite sound on the planet.

As the date night came to a close you made his favorites for dinner, a proper feast even. He held you close as you cleaned the kitchen and began waltzing with you as if in one of those old time movies with the big poofy dresses and gloves, him in a three piece suit. In reality you’re both in glasses and pajamas laughing as you stumble around the kitchen and listen to him humming. Finally settling in for the night back on the couch watching Kiki’s Delivery Service.

“Maybe we should get Lego, a Jiji.” Seonghwa smiled down at you.

“You sure you can handle two cats and a girlfriend Hwa?” you smiled back slightly.

“Well I’d have you to help out now wouldn’t I.” he pinched you slightly. You yelpped out in surprise.

“Yah! Park Seonghwa!” you hit him with a pillow.

“What’s like without a little spontaneity” he smiled and held your arms above your head before crashing his lip down on yours.

Lego jumped up on the table and let out a mighty roar. A tiny baby meow that stopped you both in your tracks.

“Yes sir Lego?” Seonghwa looked at the kitten who has yelled at his father.

“I think he said ‘Stop attacking mom.’” you chuckled from under the love of your life.

“She did start it Lego.” Hwa chuckled and scooped the kitten into his arms.

“Okay maybe we do need another cat since I now have no cat and no cuddles Hwa.” you pout gently.

“Well then, my little witch needs her Jiji doesn’t she?” he smiled and passed Lego into your arms and held you both close. “See this works much better doesn’t it.”

“It does……..PARK SEONGHWA!” you practically launched the kitten across the sofa and turned to hit the man who once again has found it in his enjoyment to torture his poor significant other while the cuddle on the couch.

“Have I ever told you how much I loved you.” he smiled as he stared into your eyes like they held the stars in the sky. 

“You could stand to mention it more now that you’re here.” you stuc your tongue out at him.

“I love you very much darling. Very. Very. Much.” he emphasized each very with a kiss to your lips. 

“You’ve now distracted me through the whole movie.” you chuckle and push him up gently.

“Alright alright, I give.” he sat back up and let you get comfortable.

It wasn’t long before the warmth of the blanket mixed with you partner in crime, a soft movie, and full stomach from too many snacks and tea began to drift you off to sleep.

“I do love you very very much my darling.” Seonghwa kissed the top of your head as you breathed peacefully without a care in the world.  Yes dating Seonghwa was as easy as breathing.

Bonus:

You awoke the next morning, it still dark and damp from the non-stop rain of the night, the soft patter on the window, Seonghwa arrived with a coffee just how you like it and his laptop under his arm.

“Good Morning Darling.” he smiled softly as you sat up and took the coffee.

“Mmm Mornin’ ” you mumbled.

“I was browsing for our very own Jiji this morning while I was waiting for your coffee to finish, I think I found the perfect one. Sure she’s not a black cat like the movie but-”

“She’s perfect Hwa.” you looked at the photo of the mostly black cat with a sweet little white star patch over her chest.

[unluckyhoneybee]

Care about you (Lando Norris)

When you run from everyone, Lando is the one to find you. Angst.

Note: another short storyyy

Warning: mental health struggles.

"Hey, Max just called me. He- he hasn't heard from you in a while and... Um... He is worried. I just want to know if you are okay or... Well, just call me if you need something" Lando sounded nervous. You hadn't heard his voice since he left your flat with his boxes and now you were sobbing again like a little girl. It was the third time you had played the message and you couldn't get yourself to answer. Not him, not Max, no Tom, no one. All your friends had been trying to reach you, to talk to you, to get a sign of life. Still, you felt blocked. You didn't know what to say or how to explain whar you were feeling.

The sky was dark and the pollution wouldn't show the stars. The city lights were too bright and calling for your attention. You could see everything from here. From your neighbourhood to the city center with it's monuments. You could also situate Max's building. He had told you in a message that the door was open just in case you wanted to go there.

Some may say that scare your friends like that knowingly was a dick move. You had read the messages and let the phone ring until they ended the call, you knew they were probably terrified. But talking to them now seemed like a torture. The questions, the glances, Max more than expected reprimand, etc... You didn't have the energy yet.

Lando knew he was driving slightly over the speed limit. The car was roaring and smoothly moving through each turn of the road. He had driven in there so many times he could do it with his eyes closed. There was no music, he didn't have time to choose a song before leaving.

"Max" He spoke. His friends was on a Bluetooth car. "I found her"

Everyone in Max's living room sighed in relief. "Good, mate. Bring her home"

"Yeah, I will"

The loud roar of that expensive McLaren pulled you from your thoughts. Your heart dropped to your feet and you felt instantly cold. Why was he here? You thought he would be in Monaco, or somewhere across the world, probably flying to the next location for the race week.

Lando was cautious when he climbed down the car. He didn't want to scare you and was unsure of the state he would find you. He knew it would be good. But he hadn't talked to you in ages. He grabbed the hoodie and walked slowly. You would hear the pebbles in the floor cracking under his feet.

"YN?" He softly said.

"I'm sorry" You simply said.

Lando's heart broke. You were sobbing, crying your eyes out while shaking. Your arms couldn't be tighter around your body and your head was so low.

"I know" He said. You were sorry for so many things and probably needed a whole week to finish all your apologies. But Lando had seen you though many ups and downs. He knew you well and need to know no more. He would forgive for everything he could.

He didn't touch you, but he leaned on the railing you were sitting. There was no danger, you two had been together in there a thousand times, sitting on the stone railing and having dinner while the sun set on the other side of the city. It was your favourite place in the world.

"I told everyone I found you" He said.

"I didn't know you were here" You said still unable to look at him.

Lando wanted to reach and dry your tears, but he didn't know if he had the permission to touch you. So many things had changed. It wasn't the same anymore.

"Just for a few days. I'm traveling to Singapore"

You nodded. You didn't watch the races, but Max and Tom and everyone else had you updated.

"Why did you come?"

Lando sighed and looked down at his hands. The bracelet you made for him was still on his wrist. His thumb was always playing with the little beads.

"I knew you would be here. Max called and said he couldn't find you. And... I was worried" He said.

Finally, you turned your face to him.

"You are worried. About me?"

"Of course, YN" He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I care about you"

It was difficult to believe him when you have believed that he hated you.

"I always did and I still do"

Your head fell and tears pulled down your cheeks. Lando had enough of keeping the distance. He reached his arms to you and pulled you to his chest. You grabbed his forearm, sitting around your torso, and cried and cried. His lips left soft kisses on your temple.

Lando held you until you calmed down, your whole body had slowly gone limp and he was basically holding you upright. You were exhausted.

"What happened?" He whispered.

You took a deep breath and turned around. Your feet touched the floor but Lando was still holding you. He kept you close and between and railing and his body.

"Everything"

You saw the sadness on his eyes.

"Work?"

"Work, uni, home, friends..." You shrugged. "I'm just tired of everything"

He pulled you closer and tucked you under his neck.

"I wish everything would stop. Time... I don't... I don't have the time or energy to catch up with anyone or anything and... I'm so overwhelmed..." All your thoughts rolled without stopping. Lando had always been your best listener, the person you always ran to when you needed to breathe. His arms were always the most comforting place. "And I miss you so much" You added at the end.

Lando felt a shiver running over him. That's all he wanted to hear. He needed you back, it was everything he wanted. He just needed to know you wanted him as much.

"I can help you at least with that last thing" He whispered. "What do you think?"

You looked up at him.

"Can you stay with me tonight?"

Lando cupped your face and kissed your forehead, then, very carefully he used his sleeve to dry your tears. "Of course. Should we go now?"

You nodded.

"My car-"

"I'll get someone to come for it, okay? Now we are getting you home, to bed with a warm blanket, yeah?"

You nodded and nuzzled your face on his neck. Lando hugged you tight and kissed the top of your head. He couldn't promise you everything will be alright, but he could be by your side and help you to make it better.

[cheshire-silent-cat]

What is wrong?

Chishiya x fem!reader

Paring: chishiya shuntarō x fem! Reader

Warning: angst, unprotected sex , weaponry, pure smut, cuss words.

🔞 minors do not interact 🔴

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You and chishiya had a complicated relationship well it was more like an odd arrangement. Where chishiya was able to take out his frustrations on you and in return you get to have this beautiful man to yourself. Even though he is your boyfriend it was rare that you got alone time however when chishiya really wanted to see you, even with his busy schedule, he was smart enough to figure out how.Much time has gone by since that arrangement was made and now it was obvious that you both felt something more but of course you were both equally too stubborn to admit it.

Ever since all of Tokyo’s population disappeared and you and chishiya appeared in this world. Chishiya seemed to have developed a habit of taking out all of his unhappy emotions on you and he’d rarely tell you the cause of his distress. He is very private and to be honest you really can’t ask that many questions when your brains have been fucked out.

“Chishiya welcome back” you said jumping down from your bed and rushing to hug the blonde man. “I’m so glad you are okay” you continued, hugging the man tightly. “Yh me too” chishiya said barely looking at you, “are you o-” you tried to ask, unable to complete the last syllable as he pressed his lips against yours, pinning you to the wall, he pulled away from you allowing you to breathe “shuntarō, please” you said hoping he’d let you go. His eyes completely darkened with greed, his gaze matching every other time things started like this, he starred at you like a beast ready to devour its prey. He grabbed the back of your neck allowing him access to leave his marks on your neck and body. “Chishiya…no” you whined, “do you want me to stop” he said starring directly at you. “I’m just not in that mood right now” you said regaining your composure. Chishiya’s hand moved closer to you caressing your body, “that’s unfortunate, let me check” his hands travelled into your shorts, forcing you to gasp for air, taking his fingers that were drenched in your juices out of your shorts and forcing it into your mouth, your desire became evident and you surrendered to your need for him , you began sucking on his fingers and pulled out his cock out of his swim trunks. Pointing his fingers to the ground he instructed you to go down on him, you fell to your knees, and without warning chishiya pushed his length into your mouth, facing fucking you. Looking down on you only made him need more. His waist stuttering he was loosing his composure, but abruptly stopped ruining his own climax. He put a blindfold on your eyes and continue face fucking you, his thrusts became tougher and the grip he had on your hair became tighter, it was apparent he was at the verge of release, the blonde man threw his head back allowing his warm seed to flow down your throat, slightly spilling out of your mouth as you choked on his fluid. He took a sit admiring your helplessness. “That’s not a good girl, you wasted some of it” he said in a mocking tone watching you cough and gasp for air it made him chuckle “are you enjoying this” he asked “no….master” you replied, “how come your body is being much more honest than you, don’t worry I’ll fix you” he said raising you up.

Your hands stretched out pressing against the wall, and your legs spread apart allowing for easier access. Chishiya without warning entered you with a powerful thrust forcing you to bend lower and your nails to scratch the wall. His thrusts were rough but rhythmic, never breaking his pace he enjoyed seeing you like this. He asked questions but you couldn’t remember what he said, his words were muffled and like a broken record all you could call out was “shuntarō” you could feel the coil tightening in your stomach, your curses mixed with moans you were sure the other members of the beach could hear how loud you were but you didn’t care, you couldn’t think your eyes rolled to the back and your tongue hung loosely. The man decided to punish you for not answering his questions, the coil in your stomach tighter further and you toes curled more. Suddenly the thrusts stopped, chishiya had taken out his cock, your mind went foggy, you were completely broken “put… put it…. Put it back. Fuck. Put it back please, please, please let me cum” chishiya feeling pleased with himself decided to continue, your nails dug further into the wall his thrust were careless and rough, hitting the sponge wall within you, snapping the coil that kept building in your stomach and forcing a release from both of you. Letting go of a broken you, Chishiya’s facial expression was that of satisfaction, as he caught you before you could hit the floor as you fell. He took of the blindfold and cleaned you before placing you on a bed beside him. During this time nothing was said mainly because you hadn’t fully recovered and also because chishiya felt guilty for taking out his frustrations like this, 15 minutes pass and chishiya turns over to you who was slowly falling asleep. “Hey, umm, I’m sorry about…. This” he said to which you hummed a yes and yawned “Yh, if you want something in return just tell me and I’ll get it for you, you deserve it” he said trying to make his voice sound as reassuring as he could. You yawned “if you are asking me if I want more sex or an orgasm, don’t worry about it, I can achieve all that with your dick and without you” you said caressing his cheek and turning leaving him speechless. He knew you had a weird habit of spouting absolute nonsense about hen you are tired, he’d often make a thing out of it however today he couldn’t decide if this was an exception or not.

Morning came and your felt warm. You buried yourself deeper into the blanket soon after you heard the sound of metal and a light chuckle that followed after, you turned to face the other side of your bed to meet the gaze of dark eyes “morning sleeping princess” he said in a smug face acting as though he had won something. “Morning chishiya” you said stretching your body allowing the blanket to fall down your torso exposing your bare chest embarrassed you tried to cover yourself but before you could get the opportunity to pick up the blanket you felt a hand on your tits massaging and pinching on your nipple causing you to moan ever so softly. The blonde man instructed you to sit in between his legs on the bed, giving him access to both your tits. “We have a meeting in a few minutes or maybe an hour” he said as his hand travelled to your clit, drawing tight circles, your hands squeeze the sheets and you closed your eyes in preparation for what was going to happen next. Chishiya stopped and laughed in a mocking tone “go get ready, you wouldn’t want anyone to know” he said in this while fiddling with the marks on your neck.

You got up and got in the shower, delicately scrubbing your skin in attempt to rid yourself of the lustrul activities that occurred the night before, every time you remembered your stomach had knots and your face tingled. You got out of the shower to meet a fully dressed chishiya sitting on a tidy bed waiting for you. “Wow you were quick” you said, wiping the water off your hands, “no you were just slow…..you really took your time sweetheart, what were you doing, trying to get my smell off you” he said, like the smug bastard he was. “ugh whatever, and chishiya sweetheart?! Really??, let’s just hope this is one of those days that hatter is busy with his other ‘activities’”. You said glancing at chishiya as you slipped into your bikini, chishiya nodded, eyes fixated on you, clearly enjoying the show, “I agree, but I don’t agree that you could reach an orgasm without me doing anything” he said smugly, “what the fuck are you saying” you looked confused as you brushed your hair “well, that’s what you said, well no, what you said specially was ‘if you are asking me if I want more sex or an orgasm, don’t worry about it, I can achieve all that with your dick and without you’” he mimicked you, sensing how offended he was you hugged him “it wasn’t even that serious I was tired” chishiya hugging you back, staring into your eyes the same lustful dark eyes from last night; his voice one octave lower and the tension seemed so obvious, he brought his face close to you, catching you off guard you closed your eyes “well let’s go” he said, gracefully grabbing hold of your hand.

You both walked  down the corridor gracefully, your hand in his arm, chishiya looked straight ahead, giving you occasional glances and smiles as you both made your way to the executive meeting room, unconsciously maintaining your status as the most elite couple at the beach. Reaching the executive meeting room . Chishiya put on a gentleman facade, Pulling out of your chair, kissing your hand, sitting next to you, he was the opposite of how he had been last night and at the moment he wasn’t even being very much like himself, and the truth was that he knew what he was doing and his plans were working, he had gotten all the executives eyes on you, a sudden wave of embarrassment overwhelmed you and this was because you could feel the stares that the other executive member gave, boring holes into your skin, remembering that you had marks all over your exposed neck. You made a point to ignore it. Soon hatter joined the meeting, giving yet another dramatic entrance, hatter sat in your chair and began a speech. You tried paying attention but your attention was forcefully switched over to chishiya’s hand, you felt him travelling past your hips, getting to your pussy. Surprised you abruptly turned your neck to chishiya who seemed so innocent, the blonde looked straight ahead maintaining focus on hatter and his over the top hand gestures. you slightly spread apart your legs and his fingers landed on your clit. Chishiya started drawing circles around your clit slowly. You maintain your composure but you could feel your calm mask slowly fall apart and yourself coming undone, your breathing becoming heavy and your mind becoming foggy, “y/n! You seem well, I hope chishiya has been taking good care of you” hatter said trying to get your attention “umm~ y…yeah he is” you sang, as your breathing got heavier but you were doing a good job hiding it “I see, well it shows” the man said offering you a smug grin. You soon realised he was referring to the hickeys on your neck, meanwhile, chishiya was not amused by the diversion of your attention from him to hatter, and he took that out on your clit, letting his fingers move quickly, freely and recklessly, his expression, smug watching you begin to crack, your eyes finding it eyes to maintain focus, your lips pressed together and your head bent as you pretended to take notes of the meeting just as you started to fall apart, hatter had brought the meeting to a close, chishiya retrieved his fingers, leaving you unsatisfied. Soon you both slipped out of the meeting room and began walking back to your room.

“Wtf do you call that shit” you said angrily “what exactly are you referring to??” He said smiling and looking away “don’t play dumb, chishiya what if they knew” you said, your voice sounding whiny and annoyed. “Well, So what it’s not like your jockeys didn’t give it away, besides I’m sure everyone of them in that room is having sex with someone else, so relax” chishiya said in a smug tone “smug bastard” you cursed under your breathe, “what was that??” He asked “umm nothing…. nothing�� you said caught of guard by his excellent hearing abilities “speaking of smug, how about we test your theory” he said narrowing his eyes at you, observing every inch of exposed skin in you . “And what was my theory” you asked, completely over this conversation, “you know… the theory that you can reach an organism without me doing anything” Chishiya whispered into your ear, the unexpected request made you choke on air but you knew you were already very needy after the stunt he pulled during the executive meeting and you still weren’t satisfied, “so hard could it be” you said smirking at the beautiful angel like man walking beside you.

Later that evening, the lights were dream, clothes scattered ok the floor, sound of your panting as you tried catch your breath, your sweaty body sat over a very calmly laying down body. You had lost track of how long you had been going, ruining your own orgasms while shuntarō just laid there, “would you like to try again” he asked fiddling with your hair. Although it was a punishment even he knew it was on the extreme side but he was enjoying this, the way your body moved, the noises you tried to compose , the faces you made. You were coming undone and he couldn’t get enough of it “shun, please I’m begging you, make me cum” you whined, falling on top of the white haired male. You knew he wouldn’t budge but you had to try. Chishiya’s waist began to move ever so slowly, offering to you shallow thrusts to which you responded by riding his cocky. His original plan was to prolong your suffering, tease you till you were broken but after observing you he concluded that making you suffer was also making him suffer, his waist picked up speed, his thrust became more powerful. Your moans were messy and broken, your body glowing with sweat, reaching your climax you creased the sheets and let out a scream. Chishiya wasn’t done tho, he flipped you over, having his way with you, his movement became much more rough and carefree, occasionally sweeping away the hair that stuck to his face, his composed facade were nothing but grunts and heaves, his eyes fixated on your body, he pressed your neck against the bed forcing your face into the sheets, to silence your already loud moans and screams, your hands clutching to the bed. Chishiya chasing his orgasm began loosing focus, his vision blurry and his body exhausted yet his thrust’s remained powerful. The blonde man sighing heavily threw his head back as he released his hot seed into you. He fell on the bed beside you. Taking a moment to gather his thought before then turning to you.

“Hey darling are you….. okay?” He asked in an awkward tone, knowing fully well that he had just tortured you. You turned to look at him and said “I will be, once you tell me what’s wrong?” You said looking intently at the man. “What do you mean” chishiya said, his tone sounding genuinely confused, “I mean tell me what’s wrong, don’t use sex to make it go away, actually communicate with me” you said, playing with his hair, his eyes starring deeply into your making you feel shy “is that it” he said attempting to move away, “you have been over doing it lately and….I let you, so you owe me this much” you said in a somewhat serious tone, the blonde man had been staring into your eyes was now moving his eyes around, observing you, he blinked as though he was snapping out of a trans, before moving closely to you, cradling your body in his arms, stroking your hair then he sighed heavily, “ it’s nothing to worry yourself about I’m just worried” he said his tone softer than usual “worried about what” you said burying your head in his chest, “wow you are really invested” he said causing you both to giggle, soon after he returned to his serious and sincere persona, and spoke again softly “about us, in this world, the beach, I can’t think of a plan that will get you out of here alive” he said gripping your body tightly. “Chishiya, we have enough time for you to think and if you can’t think of anything…. Then I’ll take care of myself, like I have been doing” you said freeing yourself from the man, before continuing “but trust me, you are the smartest man I know, if anyone can think of a plan it would be you” you kissed the man before walking into the bathroom to shower. Once done you entered into a clean room with s lavender scent in the air and a properly cleaned up boyfriend. “Chishiya thank you so much” you said , climbing into the bed, gesturing for him to join you, you both cuddled for the rest of the night. Whispering sweet nothings into the ears of one another. “I love you shuntarō” you said adjusting your body into a comfortable sleep position. “I love you too y/n” chishiya said in a sleepy voice.

The end

[sparklesfromtheashes]

An Archmage's Solace

Wow, I haven't uploaded anything in so long, but I finally have been getting some inspiration to pick writing and drawing back up thanks to my newest favorite game, Lovebrush Chronicles!

So here's a drabble with one of the characters that I love.

Warnings: contains spoilers for main story (Godheim ''The Legend'' route)!

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Nothing. There's nothing around him other than endless darkness and barely visible stars. In a place where time doesn't flow, nor can a single sound be heard, the Archmage finds himself floating, with nothing but his own self to keep him company.

That's why he uses his magic to create an illusion, of vast fields and maple trees, where the red and orange leaves dance gently in the wind. At least, this way, his eternal loneliness is a bit more tolerable. But when he watches MC through the small water mirror he was somehow able to create, his chest aches, his heart yearning for them. Their touch, their warmth...their love.

He knows that had he asked, the young painter would have gladly jumped into the spatio-temporal gap with him. That's why he told them that all he wanted was for them to stay safe and keep smiling, chasing after one of the many bright and happy futures they could have.

All that matters is their happiness. As long as they are smiling, even if far away from him, he is satisfied. Or at least, that's what he tells himself as he watches over them, ignoring the pang in his chest and how his throat feels like it's in a tight knot. He was never meant to fall in love with them in the first place, so why does his heart yearn for them so? Why does he wish he were the one making them smile this badly? If only they had met in different circumstances...

"...a!" 

...Then maybe the two of them could have spent more time together, gotten to know each other better...

"....pa!" 

...They could have gone on outings around a bright, colorful Godheim...

"...apa!" 

...And he wouldn't be all alone in this dark place, where all he has is his own mind and magic, which he uses to protect himself from the cold, eternal darkness- 

"Papa!" 

Clarence is startled awake, his eyes wide open and a gasp leaving his lips, his breath heavy. After a moment, while his breathing turns steady,  he starts looking around and taking in the scene around him, his mind finally processing the soft sheets and mattress under his body, his blurred vision slowly focusing, making him able to see the walls, the night stand made of wood, the rays of sunlight shining through the gaps between the softly flowing curtains... ...And two pairs of big eyes filled with worry, one pair being the same blue as his own, while the other reminds him of MC's. A small hand touches his cheek.

"Why are you crying, Papa...?" 

The little girl who inherited his eyes asks, her hair resembling MC's, and only now the Archmage realizes his cheeks are wet with tears. He opens his mouth, about to say something, when a familiar voice reaches his ears. 

"Your papa just had a nightmare, sweethearts." 

Clarence looks at the doorway, and his breath hitches, seeing MC standing right there, a soft, sad smile on their face. And then it hits him. That's right, MC came for him and took him out of the spatio-temporal gap.  Since then, they have been traveling through different worlds, until they decided to settle down and... Hurried footsteps bring the mage back to reality, and he barely catches a glimpse of the two kids running out of the room, making him frown. A soft giggle by his side catches his attention, and he turns his head to see MC there. When did they get this close?

"They went to grab some things they think will help you feel better." 

MC explains with a soft smile, grabbing a handkerchief before sitting down on the bed, gently wiping away the cold sweat on his forehead.

" ...you are okay, Clarence." 

They whisper, voice full of worry amd tenderness. 

"You are not alone in that dark place anymore..." 

They put the handkerchief aside, before leaning close to rest their forehead on his, their warm hand cupping the man's pale cheek.

"I am right here." 

Clarence's lips are parted as he takes in their words, letting it all sink in before his body relaxes, his eyes closing for a moment, body leaning into the affectionate touch, before he smiles, opening his eyes to look into MC's, his hand keeping theirs in place.

"You are right. You are here, and we are okay." 

He says, causing MC's smile to broaden, bringing a familiar warmth to his chest. MC leans closer, their eyes closing slowly- 

"I brought it!" 

"A-Amelia, don't run!" 

High pitched voices exclaim, hurried footsteps echoing in the corridor, making MC quickly jump back, a blush on their cheeks. The sight makes Clarence laugh, despite the heat he could feel rising to his own cheeks. And when the Archmage sees his daughter running in, her eyes sparkling while she carries a music box in her hands, where two dolls can be seen dancing under glowing stars, one with blonde hair and green eyes, and the other with long brown hair and amber eyes, followed by his son, holding his favorite stuffed animal, a lion with a crown and formal clothes, he knows for sure. That he's never going to be alone again.

[chicago-pd-is-weird]

Day 4: Overdose

@the-three-shits-whump

Read at on AO3 at the link above or find it below the cut:

Al was silent as Hank drove him home from the district. His life had finally been going alright. Things with Meredith were looking up and he was learning to let Lexi be her own person.

Until she was murdered, that was.

They’d caught the bastard who had killed her and thirty-something other kids in that warehouse. He was convicted and sentenced. Now, as the dust settled, Al couldn’t help but stare out the window at the nighttime city lights of Chicago. The silence of the world without Lexi was deafening. She’d always been his joy in the darkest of times. She’d always been his light. Now, everything was quiet and dark. He didn’t even hear Hank’s words until his name was repeatedly called.

“Al? Alvin. Alvin!”

“Huh? What?” He looked over at his best friend.

“Did you hear what I said?”

Al shrugged and sighed, looking ahead now, out the windshield. They were almost to his house.

“I was saying… no, nevermind,” he replied, shaking his head as he pulled into Al’s driveway.

“Okay.” Al moved to get out, but a gentle hand on his arm stopped him.

“Al, just… don’t do anything stupid.”

“Yeah,” he replied, pulling away from the warmth and got out, going to the garage. He glanced at the house, but it seemed Meredith wasn’t even home. He went to the garage, unlocking the door with his key, and walking inside, letting out a deep breath. He watched Hank sit in the driveway before slowly back out and leave. Then, he walked back out and got into his own car, traveling to the nearest open corner store. He walked in, nodding at the cashier once when they said hello, then looking for the medicine. The pills.

It was as if Al was moving on autopilot. He grabbed one of every kind - Advil, Tylenol, Ibuprofen, and even off-brands of the same. One of each to soothe the hurt inside him.

Forever.

He pushed them all up onto the counter, the cashier’s smile faltering, but he started scanning the pills. He was a young kid, probably in his mid-twenties.

“How are you tonight, sir?”

“Great,” Al replied, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

The man hummed, scanning the bottles slowly, more slowly than Al would’ve liked. “It’s a real nice night out, isn’t it?”

“Sure,” Al replied with a sigh, hating the small talk.

“The stars are beautiful, aren’t they?” He replied with a smile. “Alright, $50.47.” Al grabbed his credit card from his pocket, refusing to answer his questions anymore. When he presented his card, the cashier took it, swiping it behind the register and doing some other things, then frowned and shook his head. “Sorry, our reader is broken. We can only take cash right now.” He handed the card back to Al.

Al sighed deeply, grabbing his wallet to get the cash out. “Damn readers…”

“I know, right?” The man hummed as Al painstakingly dug through his wallet for the money. “Hey, so, why are you buying these pills?”

“Cause it’s a free country,” Al huffed, looking up at him. “I made sure of it.”

“You served?” The man reached out a hand. “Thank you.”

Al sighed, taking his hand and shaking it briefly before going back to dig through his wallet. “Yeah,” he mumbled.

“Where did you serve?”

“Italy,” Al muttered again. He was getting agitated. He pulled out all of the money in his wallet, which amounted to $49.23. He shoved his hands into his pockets, looking for spare change.

“So… are the pills for the pain physically, or mentally?”

Al glared at the man as he pulled out four quarters, two dimes, and seven pennies, everything he had in his pockets. It was just enough he slid the money over to the cashier. “Here, keep the rest, I don’t want change.” He put his wallet back into his pocket, the huffed, grabbing the bag of pills and walking out, despite the cashier’s protests.

Al got into his car and drove home, sitting on the couch in the garage, he grabbed the pill bottles from the bag, setting each on the coffee table. He wondered how many of each he should take. He looked at the label on each, which stated not to exceed a certain amount per day. Al decided he would do that many of each, and it would be enough. For some bottles, it was do not exceed six pills per day. Others, it was do not exceed eight. Still others were only four pills. He laid out the medicine in front of each bottle, having about forty pills in front of him.

Al took them in batches of ten. Ten, chugged a beer, ten more, poured some liquor and downed it, ten more, more liquor, and ten more. He grabbed a beer, chugging half before he sat back on the couch.

He waited for the pills to kick in, feeling nauseous as they rattled around in his stomach with the alcohol. He grabbed a photo album, looking at pictures of Lexi through the years. Tears came to his eyes and for the first time since she died, he started to cry. Sob, really. He couldn’t take it, how he would never see her again. The memories, it was all too painful. He pulled out a picture of Lexi at her senior prom, holding it close to his chest. He looked over at his gun and badge, grabbing both, holding his badge close to him as well. Lexi and his job were the two things he loved the most. Now that Lexi was gone, he only had his job. How could he go on without her, though? She was the reason he still got out of bed and worked every day, instead of taking a desk job or taking his pension early. She was the reason he wanted to take these guys off the streets. So she could be protected.

He had failed her.

He sobbed and cried out, grabbing the gun. The pills weren’t working fast enough. His agony was too much. He put it to his head, wanting so bad to just end it, but realized the reason he’d chosen pills in the first place - he wanted to make himself suffer. He wanted to suffer for all his wrongdoings. He wanted to suffer for every damned mistake he’d ever made. He wanted to suffer to let himself know that Lexi’s death was his own fault.

Al tossed his gun away, onto a nearby reclaimer, getting up and punching the wall of the garage, which was made of wood. He punched it until his knuckles were bloodied and bruised. Then, he stumbled over to the couch, the world getting fuzzy. He groaned and slowly sank down, grabbing his beer and finishing it, then laying on the couch. “Lexi…” he mumbled, grabbing her picture once more, weeping. “Lexi… I’m so sorry, baby…” he clutched the picture to his aching chest - from the medicine or the heartbreak, he had no idea. It hurt.

His body was breaking down, a fever spiking as it tried to fight off the pills Al had taken. He felt like he was suffocating as the world around him started to fade. All he knew was his love for Lexi. That was enough.

—

Hank had been nursing a glass of bourbon at a nearby bar when he got a call. Trudy. She rarely called him these days, since they saw one another every day.

“Hey, Trudy, what do you need?”

“Hank, I’m covering the night shift,” she said, sirens wailing in the background. “I think it’s Al. One of my patrolmen was dispatched to a corner store near where he lives.”

“Okay?” Hank said, putting some money on the bar, then walking out and to his car.

“The cashier said he bought a bunch of pills, all different kinds, and seemed really agitated.”

“How do we know it’s him?” Hank frowned. He never thought his best friend would do anything like this.

“Because the cashier wrote down his name from the credit card. He tried to stall him. Also, he said he served in the army in Italy.”

Hank took in a sharp breath, flipping on the lights in his own car as he pressed the pedal down. “Did we dispatch an ambo?”

“Already on the way, but we’ll get there first.”

“I know,” Hank replied. “I’m two minutes out.”

“I’m here, running in now. The garage.” Trudy hung up the phone.

She ran up to the garage, knocking first. When she didn’t get an immediate response, she kicked the door in, flipping on the lights. “Al?!” She ran over to the couch, where Al was unconscious. She saw the pill bottles on the coffee table nearby. “Damn it, Al,” she muttered, pushing the table out of the way and pulling Al off the couch, grabbing her radio. “Dispatch, I need an ETA on my ambo!”

“Ambo three minutes out.”

Trudy felt Al’s neck, frowning as she felt a pulse, although weak. “Damn it, Al! Wake up!” She shook him firmly, cupping his face. He was sweating from the fever, his eyes fluttering.

Hank ran in, kneeling on the opposite side. “Alvin!”

Al groaned. “Mmngh?”

“Al, why the hell would you do this?” Hank muttered, looking around at the pill bottles and beer bottles and the nearly empty liquor bottle. “Damn it, Al, come on!” Hank took Al’s pulse again, trying to wake him up.

The paramedics arrived moments later, Trudy and Hank trying to tell them what they knew. One assessed Al while the other grabbed all of the bottles and examined the labels. Hank pointed out the liquor and beer on the ground as well. The paramedics performed first aid, then loaded Al into the ambo. Hank and Trudy got up with them, ignoring Meredith, who had just arrived home.

The monitor started beeping after they got on their way. Hank frowned as the paramedic got up. “What’s going on?”

“You know CPR??” The paramedic asked. Hank nodded in reply. “Good, start it.”

Hank frowned, but got up and started CPR, tears coming to his eyes. “Come on, Al, damn it! Not like this!”

Trudy could barely hold back her own tears. “What else do you need?”

“He needs to get to the hospital and have his stomach pumped. It looks like he took something like thirty or forty pills.”

“He just lost his daughter,” Trudy said, as if that made any kind of difference. “He… he…” she couldn’t take it, seeing Al’s body there, lifeless.

“Come on, Alvin!” Hank cried as he continued CPR. “Don’t do this to us!”

The ambo arrived at the hospital moments later, Hank stopping CPR to let the paramedics get Al out and into the hospital. Hank and Trudy ran out of the ambo, Trudy instinctively clinging to Hank’s sleeve, Hank instinctively pulling her closer as they watched several doctors and nurses work on a lifeless Al.

Somehow, they both knew he wasn’t coming back.

[wol-taleal-desharn]

And in the end....

Return (to me)

WoL x Graha

Endwalker endgame

Smut at the end

She had brought them all back to her…and now Taleal had to let them go to protect them.

"No!” Alisae yelled, watching as Taleal - her friend, big sister, mentor - released her mini-teleporter to the wind that held the rest of the Scions aloft in the sky.

The last thing Alisae saw was Taleal’s sad, apologetic smile before they vanished.

~*~

“Hnnngh….” A collection of moans sounded throughout the Ragnarok as the Scions collected their senses.

“Everyone here? All accounted for?” Livingway pipped up, looking the group over. The Lopporits had been certainly surprised to see the Scions appear in the command room of the ship.

One by one, murmurs rose from each of them that they were all right and present.

“Wait, where…”

“Tally?” Thancred frowned, looking around the room.

There was no answer.

“Where is she!?” G’raha cried, looking around frantically. The Miquo’te took note of all who had returned to the ship, easily noting the only one who was absent… His tail twitched in sharp, jerking motions, ears pinning back against his head.

It was Alisae who finally answered. “She…she stayed behind.” A sob ripped from her throat as she ducked her head; Alpinaud moved to comfort his twin.

“She activated the teleporter…and let hers go!” Alisae continued, tears falling from the young elezen’s eyes. “Damn…damn her! She stayed behind!”

G’raha felt like he’d been struck. “No. No…she…” He shook his head. How could she have done that to them? To him? Send them away at the last and stay behind. Again. The Exarch did the first thing that came to mind — he bolted for the hatch. He was going to go back there and fight with her, damn it all! And then give his Warrior a piece of his mind for doing something so reckless and…and stupid!

Or at least he was, till he was stopped mid bolt by annoyingly strong pairs of arms grabbing him from behind. G’raha fought and struggled against the two who held him, not even bothering to look to see who would stop him at such a time.

“Nay, friend. Thou wouldst make her sacrifice in vain if thou were to try to return to her side now.” Urianger stated, voice low and full of sadness. “Thou must stay here, and wait. Pray that our friend doth return to us soon, and returns successful in her endeavors.”

G’raha let out a low growl, trying to free himself. It was Thancred who spoke next.

“G’raha, listen. If I know nothing else of Tally, she won’t just give up at the end. She has the Twelve’s own luck on her side. She’ll find a way back to us. To…to you. So you have to be patient, hard as it is.”

The others murmur agreement. It takes a few minutes, but Urianger and Thancred finally let G’raha go when he stops fighting them. The Miqo’te lets himself fall to the floor on hands and knees, head bowed, hair hiding his face from the rest of the Scions.

“We…we have to hold on to hope, and pray. Pray for her and her success.” Y’shtola finally pipes up. “And when she gets back, we can all give her a piece of our minds for that stunt she pulled.”

~*~

Some time later…

It was done.

The fight with the Endsinger, the fight with Zenos…

It was all done.

I’m sorry, my Raha, everyone, she thought. I have no way back now…

Taleal laid there, mere feet from Zenos, staring up at the…sky? It was hard to call it a sky, in this place that was the end of all things.

At least…at least everyone is safe.

She could cry, and did in fact feel a few tears fall at the thought of leaving her loved ones behind. Of leaving G’raha behind, in particular, and promises that would now be unkept.

Oh, my love, my dearest Raha… I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. Travel the world, see the wonders we have yet to see. Show you Ishgard, and Othard…

Taleal, the vaunted Warrior of Light, Champion of Eorzea, felt her consciousness fading fast, with only the stars and a dead body as her final companions. In her last moments of coherent thought, she heard a beeping….

~*~

The Scions were beginning to lose hope. Meteion had come to them, proclaiming Taleal was right behind her. But when she did not appear, worry gripped their hearts. How long had it been, since the little bird had said their Warrior was suppose to return to them?

And then suddenly, there she was, in their midst, her teleporter mere ilms from her fingertips.

G’raha was, instinctively, elated — she had come back! But then fear gripped his heart, seeing her condition. His eyes widened, and it felt like someone had taken over his body as he moved quickly to her side. He pressed a hand to her chilled cheek, and nearly choked when she did not respond. She lay unmoving on the floor of the Ragnarok.

The Exarch’s movements set off everyone else, and they all moved in, getting to work in a flurry. G’raha reached her first, cradling her head in his lap. Her wounds, he could tell, were extensive and grievous. It brought tears to his eyes - and not just his, he noted. Alisae was weeping, crying out for Taleal to open her eyes.

“Please…open your eyes…” he called out as well. He brushed some sweat and blood soaked white hair from her face, hoping against hope for her to wake up. The tears stinging his eyes began to fall, splashing the auri’s cheeks.

“Don’t you dare leave me. Not now.”

Alphinaud, Y’shtola, and Urianger had already begun to cast their healing magics, working frantically to save their friend. Thancred and Estinien stood off to the side, out of the way but close enough to see what was going on. Alisae sat next to G’raha, both pleading and cursing Tally to wake up.

“Please…” Alisae sobbed, gripping Taleal’s hand in a death grip. “You can’t leave us, not like this! If you do, I’ll -never- forgive you! So come on! Open your eyes and get up!”

G’raha’s heart broke for the young elezen. He, too, wished with everything in his being that Taleal would wake up. He found himself echoing her words, to please wake up, just open your eyes…

Please….open your eyes. Wake up, come back to me…

As if in answer to their cries and prayers…

She opened her eyes. Slowly but surely — G’raha thought he must have been seeing things at first, imagining it, even. But no, there were those beautiful blue eyes he loved so dearly, staring up at him.

“Are you…are you with us?” Alphinaud piped up, hopeful but uncertain. Everyone crowded in, watching their fellow Scion with unbridled hope and precarious joy.

The first thing Taleal saw when she finally opened her eyes was G’raha — wonderful, beautiful G’raha, his red eyes full of tears. Why was he crying…? With a shakey hand, she reached up for one of his, grasping it carefully, for fear that this was a dream. When he didn’t disappear, but yet was wonderfully real and solid, she let out a rather large sigh of relief. He flipped his hand so that he was holding hers, giving a gentle yet firm squeeze.

Alphinaud and Alisae caught her attention immediately after, and she offered them a weak but sincere smile.

“For a moment, we thought….” Alphinaud trailed off, a sob wracking his small form.

Taleal shook her head carefully. “Is…is everyone all right?” She murmured.

G’raha’s sob wracked voice spoke up next. “After what you’ve done — you’re the last person…” He sniffed, wiping at his eyes, “… to be asking that.” Despite the tears, he smiled down at her, relief and worry clear in his red allagan eyes.

“You…how can you keep your promises if you’re not here??” G’raha finally chided her as he wiped at his eyes.

“Another fine show you’ve put on, my friend.” Estinien towered over the rest, looking down on Taleal with a small smirk. She offered him a light laugh, wincing as she did so.

Y’shtola piped up next, “Another fine show, indeed. What were you thinking, fighting alone?? Never do that again! My poor heart couldn’t bear it. And neither could G’raha’s, for that matter.” Nevertheless, her gaze was that of relief and joy that her friend had returned.

“Put yourself in our place. If you hadn’t returned, how do you think we’d feel?? And if that sounded harsh…its because we care.” Thancred took his turn to chide Taleal, arms crossing as he stood next to Y’shtola.

Urianger moved to kneel between G’raha and Alphinaud. “We tended thy wounds as best we could, little sister. But how is the pain?”

Taleal sat up, slowly, with G’raha’s help. She tried, and failed, not to wince at the pain in her side...and front…and everywhere, really. Regardless, she managed another smile and a nod. “I think I can manage.”

“That is gladdening. Grievous as thy wounds were, I would counsel repose for a time.”

“Gladdening?? There’s NOTHING gladdening about this! When Meteion appeared in here, and told us you were right behind her, we got our hopes up!,” Alisae was near shouting as she slammed her fists into the floor of the ship, “But you never came! And when you deign to appear, you’re within an ilm of your life — damn you for making us worry!” Tears stung the elezen’s eyes again, leaning over to hug Tally carefully around the shoulders.

~*~

Once the ship had landed, and they had made their way through all the fanfare and cheers, the Scions retreated to the Baldesion Annex. Even there, though, they found Tataru and Krile and prepared a feast in celebration.

Taleal and G’raha managed to slip away down the hall from the festivities, tired but grinning. Almost like students sneaking off, G’raha found a small nook, pulling Taleal into it, and pulling her into a tight hug.

“I was so worried…” he started, burying his face in her hair, “…when you didn’t appear with us. And then you didn’t come when Meteion said you were. You scared me near to death.” G’raha tried to hide it, but Taleal could hear the shaking in his voice, could feel it as she hid her face against his chest. The dim sounds of laughter and chatter from down the hall could still be heard, but was far enough away that the two had what seemed to be complete privacy. For that, they were grateful.

“I am sorry, Raha - it…it was the only thing I could think of. With the Endsinger, and then she was taking all of you from me again. I had to make sure you were safe. I couldn’t…I couldn’t bear the thought of —“

“Don’t ever send me away like that again. Please.”

She shook her head against his chest, breathing in the smell of his clothes, his scent. It brought tears to her eyes, knowing how close she had come to not being able to have this moment after the fight.

“No. Never again.”

He made a humming sort of noise that sounded like an affirmative. G’raha hooked his fingers under Tally’s chin, lifting it up as he leaned in to kiss her sweetly.

“Good. I would stay by your side through anything, as long as you’ll let me. I love you to much to be parted from you.”

“You — what?” It took Taleal a moment to process what he had said. She thought her heart would burst when she DID realize what exactly he had spoken, and a wide grin broke out on her face.

G’raha hesitated. “I — I said —“

“I love you too, Raha.”

He let out a deep breath, smiling.

Tally reached for his hands, laced her fingers with his, and then gave a small tug to leave the nook.

G’raha, curious, followed.

~*~

It only took them a few minutes to reach her room there in the Annex. Silently, the pair entered. It was dark, the only light in the room coming from the moon shining through the open window.

Once the door was closed, G’raha reached for Tally, pulling her back to him, this time her back against his chest.

“I feel like if I let you go to far you’ll vanish in front of me again…” he leaned in, lips playing at the skin under her horns, down to the nape of her neck.

Taleal closed her eyes, shivering at this use of his lips. She lifted a hand, fingers finding his hair and the base of his ear, nails softly scratching at the skin playfully. This earned her a surprised moan from G’raha.

“I won’t vanish, love. I am here, with you. And I intend to stay that way.” She turned in his arms so that she could face him, eyes full of emotion.

G’raha, too, had a great mix of emotions in his eyes and his heart. But right now the only thing he wanted was to be with Taleal. They moved together, this time, and lips met in a heated, passionate kiss.

The pair broke from their kiss long enough to move the few steps to the bed, where Tally sat down, and G’raha stood over her. G’raha knelt, lips finding the auri’s neck again - but his fingers were not idle, either. They began to find the buckles and buttons of the rogue’s leather armor, making surprisingly quick work of the first few layers. Soon enough, pauldrons and bracers had found their way to the floor.

Tally, too, had set herself to work; it was easy enough to remove the scarf and vest G’raha wore, throwing them to the floor along with her bits of armor. She wanted him close, without anything between them, and she couldn’t get everything off fast enough.

“’Raha…” she murmured his name, tilting her head back as her eyes drifted half-closed, humming at the sensation of his lips and fingers on her skin.

G’raha finally managed to undo the chestpiece that Taleal wore, tossing it to the side as well. Deft fingers played at the edge of the thin shirt she wore underneath, ticking her pale, bruised skin.

“…should I stop?” he muttered between butterfly kisses, working down from her neck to her collarbone.

“Gods, no. Don’t stop, please.” She replied in a breathy whisper. She tugged at his tunic, trying to get the thing off with no luck.

G’raha chuckled, pulling back long enough to pull the tunic over his head, exposing his bare chest to the auri. All that was left was the bits of jewelry he insisted on wearing, the gold warm against his skin.

Tally hummed, half-lidded eyes taking in the sight of a shirtless G’raha. She reached for his hands, guiding them back to the hemline of her own tunic. Taking the hint, he pulled the tunic up and over her head, leaving her in just her breastband.

The exarch took a moment to enjoy the sight of her, just as she was enjoying the sight of him. Tally reached back, undoing the breastband with ease, tossing it aside, leaving herself completely exposed to her lover. A hint of pink covered her pale cheeks.

- Oh gods, I’m so small, he might not — no.. - she thought, trying to catch his gaze.

She reached for him again, fingertips playing along his jaw - the miqo’te leaned his face into her touch, letting his eyes drift shut for a moment - then up into his hair, gently pulling him back to her. The exarch was more than happy to meet her gaze, red eyes dark and filled with love and desire.

“You… you’re beautiful, you know that?” he was still kneeling before her, this time his fingers working their way up her stomach, playing over scales, scars,bruises still healing, and skin pale as moonlight. She shivered against his touch, light, breathy moans escaping her lips. Feeling properly encouraged, G’raha leaned in, once again kissing his way over her body, picking up from where he left off at her collarbone. He worked his way down, hot butterfly kisses leaving a trail down her chest until he reached her breasts.

Tally was trying to hold as still as she could, shivering in excitement and anticipation as she was. She did not want to rush this, not this night. The auri let her fingers play through his hair and down his back, nails gently scratching at G’raha’s skin, leaving goosebumps on the miqo’te.

She could tell he did not want to rush either, so she looked down when he suddenly paused his ministrations. He gazed back up to her with a smile, watching her as he leaned in, taking a nipple into his mouth. He licked and sucked, teasing at her breast. One arm wrapped about her waist to hold her, the other went to her other breast, playing and teasing there.

With a gasp, Taleal threw her head back, eyes closed, a hand digging into G’raha’s hair at the nape of his neck as she arched her back. Her breathing was becoming ragged and fast, throaty moans and murmuring the scion’s name.

“Raha…Raha please…”

He did not verbally reply; instead, he moved so that he took the other breast in his mouth, earning a louder moan. G’raha could feel her trying to move beneath him, quivering with built up anticipation. He hummed against her skin, releasing her breasts, and let his fingers glide down her skin to the edge of her pants.

- Should have started with the boots….- he thought with a chuckle. He pulled away, then, to remove first his boots, then hers. He felt himself straining against his pants, wishing for nothing more than to push Taleal down onto the bed and be within her; but he knew he wanted to wait, if just a bit longer. He did not want to rush this and ruin the mood, no. He would take this slow, and, gods forbid, give her a chance to stop things if she was not ready.

Once boots were removed, Taleal reached down and took G’raha’s hands before he could resume his previous position, and pulled him up to where he was level with her, and pressed a burning kiss to his lips, deep and wanting. The Warrior of Light scooted back, pulling him with her till she was laying down, and he on top of her.

“T-Tally…” he moaned her name into her mouth, letting his hands explore her body more. Really, G’raha felt like he would never tire of touching her, of finding new spots to memorize. Beneath him, she slowly rolled her hips against his, and he nearly cried out at the pleasure of it.

There was no more waiting - Tally’s fingers were at the laces of his pants, and he’d found the laces of hers. It was a flurry of activity, but the sound of the last remnants of clothes hitting the floor met their ears in the silence of the room.

He had waited so long for this - through the hundred years on the First, to now - he savored every second of it. He ached to be inside her, but… Soon. Instead, he let his hands drift down, along the swell of her hips and down her thigh, almost to the outside of her knee before dragging his fingertips up the inner thigh.

Taleal let out light, gaspy breaths, humming and moaning and whispering his name. Squirming, she moved to give him better access, and was rewarded when his hand found her wet, slick clit.

Gods, he thought, how did I ever come to deserve this? Surely he didn’t, and this was a dream. He played with her, stroking up and down slowly at first, almost teasing in the light pressure he gave her. Tally moved against him, arching herself into his hand for more.

“Raha…Raha -please-….” She was very nearly at a whine, brain fuzzy from pleasure and wanting, begging for more. Her hands were not idle, however, and found and wrapped around his hard, aching member, and the miqo’te let out a cry when her small hands gave a firm stroke. She found a rhythm to match his own, stroking up and down slowly, from head to hilt.

Leaning down, he nibbled at her neck as he continued working his fingers on her clit, enjoying her gasps and ragged breathing, the rolling of her hips in time with his fingers. With one deft movement, he slid down, sliding a finger into her entrance, then two, which earned him a beautiful, wordless cry of pleasure. He picked up the pace, wanting to feel her come for him.

“That’s it love….let go…” he whispered, the words breathless against her skin. She, too, had picked up the pace, her strokes almost jerky in motion, desperate for release. She was close, he could feel it, but so was he…

G’raha grabbed her hand from his cock, pulling it up over her head and pinning it down. He growled, the sound rumbling low in his throat, fucking her harder with his fingers, thumb rubbing at her clit, till she cried out again, body arching up and spasming as she came. He slowed as the aftershocks hit, stopping finally when she stilled. He nuzzled and kissed her, sending little shivers down her back as he did so.

“Fuck…Raha…” she was practically purring, if such a thing was possible. She gazed up at him, eyes dark with desire. “Your turn, my Raha.” Tally squirmed, shifting so that she positioned herself beneath him. “Please.”

“Are you sure?” He nuzzled her neck, and she nodded.

“I am, love.”

He kissed her deeply as he entered her, sliding in till he was hilt deep, both moaning in pleasure. G’raha waited a moment, to let her adjust to him, before he started a slow, easy thrust.

Tally wrapped her legs around his, rolling her hips against G’raha’s when he started moving. They easily found a rhythm, slow and steady, taking their time in their love making. The lovers exchanged sweet nothings, murmuring, moaning and gasping.

G’raha began picking up the pace, thrusts becoming faster, harder, more urgent. He could feel her clenching around him, and gods, it felt so good, it urged him on faster, harder. He wanted her to come again, but felt himself coming close to his own release; G’raha wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold on…

It was her nails digging into his back that sent him over the edge. She clawed at his back with her free hand, certainly leaving scratches. He thrust in hard as he cried out her name, head falling into the crook of her neck as he bit down on the tender skin there.

Tally cried out in an echo of his own, his orgasm triggering her own second release. At last, they fell back, G’raha on top of Taleal, both breathing heavy. Sweat soaked, they nuzzled and lazily kissed each other in any spot they could get to - shoulders, neck, lips.

“I love you.” G’raha murmured, fingers lazily tracing patterns on Taleal’s stomach. Taleal, likewise, was running her fingers up and down his back, just enjoying each others touch and the warmth of each other so close.

“I love you too, my Raha.” She answered with a small, sweet smile. Carefully, G’raha pulled himself out of Taleal before settling back down next to her, pulling her up and against his chest.

Taleal nuzzled in, face buried in the miqo’te’s chest with a satisfied sigh. Together, the pair fell into a blissful, deep sleep.

[justminawrites]

Where The Stars Collide - Chapter 1: Loke

AO3

Summary: Loke has a dream. tw: mentions of abuse.

prologue | 1 | 2 | TBC

The first thing Loke the Celestial Spirit noticed was that his pants were missing.

Now, this on its own wasn’t too alarming. In fact, he’d go so far as to say that it was a common occurrence early in his playboy-days, where he habitually drowned his guilt in women and liquor– but rarely did he stir from such a night with a hospital gown in its place. 

He woke exactly like he’d collapsed; violently and without warning, his eyes flying open the same time as his lungs heaved for air. 

“AQUA– HAH–– HAH–– AQUARIUS–“ he gasped out, bolting upright in the infirmary bed much to his nurse’s horror; cat-like pupils dilating under the fluorescent lighting.

“Shh, it’s okay, Loke. Loke, look at me.”

The second thing he noticed was that his nurse looked a lot like the love of his life: renowned celestial mage and once-heir to a multimillion-jewel corporation, Lucy Heartfilia. 

“Lucy?” He wheezed.

“Mhm,” the nurse’s blurry face swam across his vision but he’d recognise that sunshine-blonde hair anywhere. 

“Don’t over-exert yourself okay? Master Makarov said it would take you a few minutes to adjust to Porlyusica’s healing elixir since you’re part celestial spirit and all.” 

As Lucy gently took his his face in her hands Loke felt his breathing regulate and panic recede, gasps giving way to steady respiration as she eased him back against the wooden bed-frame. 

By the time she’d replaced the cold towel on his forehead, Loke had recovered most of his eyesight and found himself clearly staring into two large, worried brown eyes.

He bit the inside of his cheek to not let something embarrassing (like I love you) slip out; Lucy didn’t really respond well to advances, his or others, and the last thing he wanted to do was make her uncomfortable. Especially on top of everything else he had to tell her.

“You look.. Wow..”

Real smooth.  

Lucy to her credit, looked more sheepish than anything at the mention of her appearance. She was still in her travelling gear, face and hair streaked with grime and dirt; it had only been a few hours since they’d returned from Edolas for her, after all. 

“Oh, I know. I’m a real mess,” She huffed, “Didn’t have time to change out of anything but at least Natsu’s cloak keeps me from catching anything serious– Loke!“

Loke had opened his mouth to disagree, she looked beautiful to him either way, but choked at the mention of the pink-haired dragon-slayer. The tiny hiccup of jealousy turned into a full blown cough and suddenly he was keeled over hacking into his gown as she rushed to pour him some water.

“Natsu’s.. cloak..?” He tried to croak out once he’d set down the glass, but Lucy waved it away.

“It doesn’t matter. Now, what’s wrong with Aquarius?”

“It’s a long story,” he sighed, “but the crux of it is that she’s missing.”

“Missing?” Lucy looked horrified, “You mean, I left her key behind in Edolas?”

“No,” Loke shook his head, “Even if that were the case she’d simply reappear back in the Spirit Realm– but she never did.

“My working theory is that the anima must have interfered with her travel between worlds somehow. I wanted to see if you could summon her from your side, but it seems like whatever blocked her return, destroyed her celestial contract as a result.”

“What are you saying?” Lucy’s voice became very small and her eyes began to well up. 

“You can’t mean.. you don’t think..”

Watching the colour rapidly drain from her face Loke grabbed her arm quickly to keep her from assuming the worst possible outcome.

His time as a spirit had not only desensitised him to the whiplash of emotions that came with being a human, but also how hasty they were in considering their own death. Celestial Spirits almost never died before their time (though they were by no means eternal), but she had no way of knowing that.

“Don’t worry, Lucy,” He shook his head again, “Celestial Spirits aren’t bound by the same rules humans are. If their key is broken it just means that the spirit has accidentally ended up in a closed-pocket realm and involuntarily broken their contract.”

This momentarily put a stop to the tears.  

“A closed what?”

“It’s like an Edolas, but for spirits,” Loke frowned aloud, absentmindedly still holding her arm, “Essentially a realm that nullifies their magic.”

“In the rare occasion that this happens, it’s usually the Celestial Spirit King’s responsibility to find them and bring them back, but since there are an endless number of pocket dimensions they could’ve fallen into, it takes a while to locate them.”

“But aren’t Celestial Spirits made of magic?” Lucy asked, squeezing his hand back in concern.

“Not anymore than you or anyone else from Fairy Tail. Our magic can be shut down under the right circumstances.”

“So Aquarius is––“

“Out of commission, yes. But only briefly,” Loke added reassuringly, “Once I return, I’ll make sure we find her and reinstate her contract right away.”

“I see,” Lucy nodded, brows furrowing. She then dropped his hand in favour of standing up to pace the length of the room.

Watching her walk back and forth and back forth, pondering the temporary absence of her oldest spirit companion, Loke tried not to wince in pain as a dull throbbing began at the base of his skull; the cause of which could’ve been his depletion of magic energy, or just plain guilt. 

He hadn’t lied to Lucy exactly– he’d just omitted to tell her certain crucial details that might alarm her; like, for example, that the search for Aquarius was already underway, or how he hadn’t slept in over a month (in celestial days) and used up the final dregs of his power to transport himself here in the hopes that she could summon her friend herself. 

The truth was that no matter how lost Aquarius might’ve gotten in the Spirit Realm, her key wasn’t supposed to go missing. The contract with her Celestial Wizard should’ve remained unaffected regardless of the location of the spirit, since the key was made with the sole intention of being an anchor, in both their worlds.

Loke wasn’t sure he could tell her the whole truth until he got some answers himself; as the Leader of the Twelve Zodiac Houses, Aquarius’ disappearance weighed hard on him more-so than normal. He’d only just been back in the Spirit Realm for a few months now but the backlog of centuries’ worth of responsibilities had nearly run him into the ground, so much so that he’d underperformed each time Lucy had needed him in the past month. 

As if the humiliation at the hands of the Oración Seis wasn’t enough (he hadn’t expected to see Aries on the battlefield so soon), Loke cringed to think how he’d been so overworked he’d blatantly flirted with and subsequently gotten rejected by Lucy’s Edolas counterpart, mere hours ago.

“Loke? Hello? Earth to Leo?” He snapped back to reality.

Lucy had stopped pacing and had returned to hover over him, hands on her waist, shrewdly giving him a once-over. Loke held his breath, wondering if she could tell that he was hiding something; Lucy was smarter than people gave her credit for.

“Sorry milady,” he faked an easy grin, leaning in closer to distract her, “I got lost in your beautiful eyes for a second there.” 

Lucy blinked once, twice then rolled those same eyes in disbelief, breaking the spell.

“Someone’s confident today,” she huffed, resuming her seat, “How’d your little date go, by the way? Virgo told me all about it.”

Loke made a mental note to never joke with Virgo about dating his workload ever again.

“Terribly,” he pretended to pout, wondering if Lucy would take the bait.

“And why’s that?” She did.

“Well, to start with, she wasn’t you,” He said, reaching over to tuck a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, sure the classic Loke move would leave her in pieces. It was a little cheesy but it worked in a pinch. 

Lucy only smacked his hand away, her exasperation bleeding into irritation.

“Loke, you can’t keep doing this,” She said, crossing her arms, “What’s going on with you?”

“You were exhausted even before the Edolas fight.. when was the last time you slept?”

Loke blinked in surprise. Much smarter than people gave her credit for.

“Not for a while,” He admitted, shoulders slumping and leaning back into the pillows, “Not since the run in with Aries.”

“Loke!” Lucy’s worried gasp had him ducking his head with something like shame, “That was weeks ago!”

Between the overwhelming amount of paperwork on his table, attending every Spirit World event he’d been absent for, and now Aquarius’ disappearance, Loke counted himself lucky that he didn’t have silly human needs to tend to anymore like eating or sleeping, but his body seemed to think otherwise. The Celestial Spirit King had warned him that readjusting would take some time, of course, but Loke hadn’t listened; he couldn’t just throw away the second (and last) chance he’d been given at the expense of Lucy’s dignity–  he’d break his own key before letting her suffer for him again.

“Celestial spirits don’t need all that y’know–“ He said, trying his best to sound nonchalant about it, but she quickly cut him off.

“But you haven’t been a spirit for that long!” Lucy scolded, “Remember what the Spirit King said about–“

“I know, Lucy,” He sighed, unable to meet her eyes, “I just.. didn’t want to let yo- uh everybody down.”

“Oh..”

“You know,” He added, only half joking, “-can’t have people saying I wasn’t worth all the trouble, after all you did for me.”

At this, Lucy reached out and grabbed his hand, forcing him to look up at her.

“Loke, you’re my friend,” She said sternly, “I would do it again in a heartbeat.”

Loke wondered how she could look at him like that, like she would defend him to the ends of the Earthland, and expect him not to fall in love with her.

“Ah,” He put his other hand on his heart in mock despair, lightening the mood instantly, “You shouldn’t get my hopes up like that, Lucy.”

“W-What?”

“Just friends?” He pulled her hand to his chest then, “I thought we had something special, milady.”

“Yeah right,” Lucy smiled, relaxing a little, “Me and every girl within a five-mile radius." 

“Don’t you think for a minute that I’ve forgotten what happened with my Edolas doppelgänger, you flirt!” 

“I see, does that mean you only want me to flirt with you, Lucy?” He teased, leaning in to see the sudden influx of colour that rushed to Lucy’s face.

“I- I never-“ He tried not to enjoy it too much as she floundered around for a comeback and settled for pulling her hands away in protest.

Although Loke did his best to keep his foot out of his mouth, he constantly found himself toeing the line between cheeky and tongue-in-cheek with his flirting, mostly because he had no idea how to talk to Lucy otherwise. 

Addressing her formally (like he’d been accustomed to with Karen), felt foreign and ill-fitting and it definitely didn’t help that Lucy herself often blurred the line between spirit and friend herself– insisting everyone call her by her first name, and being determined to fight on equal footing as though they were partners. But even he knew better than to delude himself into hoping that anything might come of it.

Before Lucy could reply, however, they were interrupted by a sharp, sarcastic rap on the door. 

“Break it up ya lovebirds, the Master wants to see ‘er.”

“Gajeel!”

Loke tensed up. 

Though it had been well over four months since the iron dragon-slayer had joined the guild, along with Juvia Lockser, his popularity (unlike Juvia’s) hadn’t skyrocketed in the least. While this had, in some part, to do with Gajeel’s prickly personality, the greater blame lay in his mistreatment of the Fairy Tail members during the guild war with Phantom Lord, and, among the casualties, a certain celestial mage with sunshine blonde hair.

Loke glowered at the red-eyed wizard, still bedridden but now imperceptibly shifting his torso to shield Lucy from whatever would come next.

Gajeel only snorted, no doubt considering the implications of starting a fight with a guy in a hospital gown, and pointed over Loke’s shoulder instead.

“Just ya, Blondie,” He crossed his arms, “Somethin’ about losin' his keys or whatever.”

“Oh,” Lucy got up to leave but Loke involuntarily grabbed her hand and shook his head. Gajeel threw them another withering look.

“Look, I don’t wanna be here either, alright? Got better things to do than run around playing errand boy to that old man. I’ve got an exceed to feed y’know.”

It was only then that they noticed the animal on his shoulder. Bearing a striking resemblance to Happy and Carla, this one was covered in black fur, with stark white wings and a scar running across one eye. 

Both Lucy and Loke jumped a little when the exceed opened it’s mouth to say “Hello, I’m Panther Lily,” with the voice of a fifty-year-old war veteran.

“It’s nice to meet you.”

“Hello,” Lucy replied bravely, not to be deterred, “I’m Lucy Heartf- uh just Lucy! Welcome to Fairy Tail!”

Loke tried not to look up at her then; he knew how self conscious Lucy had become after her run in with her father, especially about her name. The other guild members had teased her about her ‘princessy’ demeanour for months on end, and though she’d laughed it off in good faith, Loke had heard from Virgo that she’d marched down to the Magic Council to have Heartfilia removed from all her legal documents.

“Loke,” he grunted reluctantly when the exceed turned to him. He didn’t want to tell Gajeel’s pet anything but his rudeness wouldn’t reflect well on Lucy.

“You’re a Celestial spirit,” The Exceed noted, fixing him with a strange look. 

“Is that a problem?” Loke raised an eyebrow.

“But not a full one. Interesting..”

Loke’s hackles raised, and he opened his mouth to ask just what exactly the little bear-cat-like creature meant before he felt the squeeze on his arm and realised Lucy was looking at him.

“I’ll be right back,” She’d already dropped his hand before he could voice his objection, so instead he watched her leave, deliberately narrowing his eyes as Gajeel made to close the door.

“If you touch one hair on her head..” He gritted his teeth.

“Yeah, yeah,” Gajeel said carelessly, scratching at his jaw, “Word of advice? Get it together before ya go off makin’ threats loverboy.”

The door slammed shut with a THUD!

Loke released a breath into the air and pressed his hand to his temples. What was he doing? 

Gajeel was right, he wasn’t in any place to sit around and growl at people like Lucy’s lapdog. Karen had loved seeing him do it, almost as much as she’d loved to torment Aries to get a rise out of him.

“Aren’t I lucky,” The green-haired, green-eyed (in more ways than one) Karen Lilica had crowed, brandishing her chain-whip, “I have both the strongest and the weakest spirits of all the Zodiac.”

Before he could realise what was happening, Loke had already slipped into the dream. 

The familiar periwinkle and gold interior of the Blue Pegasus guild hall rose up to swallow him and suddenly Loke wasn’t Loke anymore. Now he was Leo, confident and glowing as he reached out to shake the hand of the sweet, green-haired girl who’d summoned him.

“Oh wow!” She gasped, shaking his hand with both of her own, “I’m so honoured to meet a member of the Zodiac! I’m Karen by the way!”

The ground fell away under him and suddenly Loke was crouched at the foot of a plush red sofa as an older Karen lovingly stroked his head; teary mascara streaking down her face. Gone was the youthful girlishness, now replaced by a garish lipsticked smile.

“You know I didn’t mean it right, Leo? I just got so angry– I don’t know what came over me.”

He looked on dumbly as Karen cooed and fussed over the large gash above his right eyelid.

If only he had known sooner. If only he had seen it coming. If only, if only, if only.

The roar of a waterfall cascaded from somewhere inside him and Loke looked around, confused, before the ceiling opened up and released a flood of water down on him, drowning, drowning, drowning and then.. not.

Now Loke was kneeling on a rocky outcropping overlooking a great waterfall, in front of Karen’s grave, but the grave was empty and Karen was standing next to him, all pretense of love leaving her eyes as she dug the sharp tip of her heel into his shoulder.

“Why won’t you just leave me alone? Go. Back. Go back, go back, go back!” She shrieked, shoving him backward. Loke caught his balance before he tumbled into the hole and finally found the words to defend himself.

“What.. happened to you?” He choked out as Karen proceeded to loop her chain-whip around his neck and pull.

She laughed as he fought for air, grasping at the rusted metal in vain.

“What’re you on about?” She taunted, leaning in to press a kiss right above his eye, “You turned me into this, Leo.”

Her kisses felt like acid.

“It’s all your fault,” She whispered as his face began to burn and his vision began to darken, “And now you’ve gone and dragged that poor girl into it too.”

Loke turned around in horror to see Lucy now lying inside Karen’s empty grave, eyes closed, clutching his key to her chest like a lifeline. 

“Gate.. of the lion.. close.. gate..”

“Lucy! LUCY!”

Loke reached out to grab her, but it was too late. The ground closed over the hole, as he started to disappear, grass and flowers sprouting beneath the gravestone and sealing Lucy away forever - his name the last words on her lips.

“Leo.”

Another fainter voice overlapped with hers, originating from somewhere at the back of his skull; a voice that sounded suspiciously like Aquarius’. 

“Leo,” Lucy-Aquarius repeated, quiet and urgent, like she didn’t have much time, “You need to be careful.”

“The Eclipse is coming.”

Loke woke for the second time that day to a pair of worried brown eyes.

This time, however, they belonged to his long-time friend and confidante, Aries. As though dreaming about their former master had summoned her to his side, the pink-haired, Ram Spirit hovered over him anxiously, mumbling something to herself.

“Leo!” She repeated, relieved as he sat up a little straighter.

“Aries..” He replied, not fully able to process what was happening, “Did Lucy summon you? What’re you doing here?”

“Mhm,” She shook her head, “I came on my own. I learned how to after.. well..”

Loke winced as he recalled the phantom abuse in his dream, involuntarily feeling his throat to check for burn marks.

“The Celestial Spirit King wanted to know if Lucy-san still had the Aquarius key?” Aries asked hopefully.

The disappearance had left everyone in the Spirit World on edge, their monarch included. Loke had a feeling it was because it had been millennia since they were forced to confront their potential demise. That and because Scorpio kept giving everyone hell for losing Aquarius; Loke had to physically restrain his friend to keep him from ambushing Lucy on his own. 

“No,” Aries’ face fell as he continued, “For some reason, the key’s gone too. We don’t have any hint for where we should begin searching, and the closed-pocket realms are endless.”

“We can only hope she hasn’t fallen into any of the Disgraced dimensions.”

Aries’ eyes got wide at the mention of the Red-Key Spirits, former inhabitants of the Celestial Spirit Realm, exiled for breaking the code of conduct that all spirits were required to abide under. No decent spirit would be caught whispering about The Disgraced Ones within the earshot of Loke– after all, if Karen had been any less of a villain, he would’ve shared their fate. 

It was another thing he’d carefully kept from Lucy. His banishment to the human world was an act of mercy, only granted to him for his eons of unwavering loyalty to the Celestial Spirit King, and when it came down to it, Loke would pick dying in the human world over the twisted solitude of the Disgraced dimensions. At least he would die as himself.

“Do you suppose it was taken?” Aries said finally, her usual jumpiness replaced by uncharacteristic conviction, “Maybe someone stole it off Lucy-san when she wasn’t looking?”

“Maybe,” Loke shrugged, unconvinced, “But it’s unlikely. From what Lucy told me, they just returned from Edolas a few hours ago.”

“If anyone wanted to steal the key, it’d have to be from within Fairy Tail.”

“But–“

“No, Aries,” She looked hurt when he cut her off, “The people here aren’t like that. You should just go home– I’ll handle it.”

Loke tried to feign indifference as her big doll eyes began to well up with tears. He hated doing it but drawing boundaries between himself and the rest of the Zodiac had become a necessity when he returned. Aries, who’d arguably been the happiest of them all, quickly came to the realisation that her friend had become a completely different person in all their time apart.

Time worked differently in the Celestial Spirit Realm; sometimes it would go faster, sometimes slower, and there were even periods where it simply wouldn’t move at all. For the three years Loke had been in Earthland, time had spun like a roulette table and separated him from his friends by a whopping three hundred years, suddenly making him the youngest of his former team-mates. 

He lost the respect and acclaim that came with being the Leader of the Zodiac, the title going to Aquarius in his absence; no longer the notorious lion spirit, now just a cub with claws too big and too sharp for his feet. 

“I wish you would let me help,” Aries’ lip wobbled, still she rubbed at her eyes defiantly, “We used to do everything together, Leo.”

Loke clutched his hospital gown tightly, his mouth set in a thin, hard line.

After a few seconds of strained silence, where he pretended he didn’t see her shoulders quietly shaking, Aries said,

“I know you blame me for Karen’s death.”

He glanced up, surprised.

“I thought about it for years,” She frowned, not meeting his eyes, “‘Leo must hate me’. After all, you were only trying to protect me.”

“If I had just been better at standing up for myself, you wouldn’t have been punished so severely!”

“I don’t blame you,” He said gently, her tears had gotten to him, “But this is my job Aries, I can’t drag you into it.”

“But Karen–“ 

“Karen was a monster,” Loke bared his teeth, not an ounce of regret in his voice, “–and she got what she deserved.”

“She was so kind when we first met her,” Aries insisted weakly, “I can’t help but wonder if we had helped her more maybe–“

“Maybe she would’ve turned on us faster,” He snapped, “Maybe she would’ve done worse! You didn’t see her those last few weeks, Aries, I did.”

“She was unhinged– the girl I made a contract with died a long time ago.”

Loke refrained himself from adding ‘And it was all my fault.’ to the end of that sentence, because he knew Aries would never understand. She would want to share the blame for their former master’s descent into madness, but the cruel truth was that despite what Aries said, she simply couldn’t handle the pain that came with that realisation. Karen knew it too, its why she saved all the especially harrowing punishments for him. It was much more fun for her to watch him slowly begin to resent the friend he’d tried so desperately to save. 

“I don’t blame you,” Loke repeated, almost as though he was trying to convince himself, “And besides, getting banished was the best thing that ever happened to me. I wouldn’t have met Lucy, otherwise.”

“Then let me help you,” Aries refuted stubbornly, “Aquarius is my friend too!”

“And my responsibility,” He countered, “–as the Leader of the Zodiac–“

“If what happens to Aquarius starts spreading, there won’t be a Zodiac left to lead, Leo!”

Loke started at her tone. He didn’t think he’d ever heard Aries’ voice rise higher than 40 decibels.

“You’re not the only one suffering here! Remember how bad it was when we lost Capricorn– you wouldn’t even let us help you then! You had to ‘do it yourself’, well a whole lot of good that did you!”

“So just stop being so– so– pig-headed!” Even Aries looked surprised by her sudden burst of rebelliousness, and clamped both her hands over her mouth in horror.

The sight was so odd and unexpected that, try as he might, Loke couldn’t hold back the snort that spilled out from somewhere deep inside him. 

He was in tears within seconds, clutching the sides of his stomach as he keeled over with laughter, and, after a few seconds, Aries joined him; the two of them snickering like middle-schoolers over a dumb joke.

“Pig-headed?” He wheezed.

Stars, it had been a while since they’d laughed together. Truth be told, Loke wasn’t sure they’d even be able to talk normally again without the ghost of Karen hovering between them, but here they were. Stranger things had happened.

“I’m glad,” Aries said finally, as she paused to catch their breath, “I haven’t seen you smile once since you came home.”

Loke opened his mouth to protest but she held up a finger to stop him, “No, talking about Lucy-san doesn’t count.”

“Killjoy.” He huffed. Aries giggled.

“How is she taking the news, by the way?”

“Better than I expected,” He admitted, “She’s tougher than she looks, m–“

Loke caught himself just in time. 

He didn’t know what would be worse, actually slipping up and saying the words “my Lucy”, or watching his friend’s face scrunch up with pity as she hears it. Even Aries (the most optimistic of all the spirits) would click her tongue in disbelief if she found out just how deep his loyalties lay. 

Celestial Spirits don’t fall in love with humans. Capricorn had drilled it into his head since he was a boy. Especially not their bright-eyed, lavender-shampooed, beautiful, beautiful masters. 

“That’s good,” Aries affirmed, blissfully oblivious to his mental gymnastics as she rose from her seat, “I’d better head off then.”

“Is there anything you wanted me to look into while you’re.. taking your mandatory rest?”

Loke was about to shake his head and send her on her way, but a tiny voice in the back of his head made him pause, the lightness in his chest temporarily soaking in an inexplicable sense of dread.

“Actually,” he began, “There is one thing.”

She blinked expectantly.

“What can you tell me about the Eclipse?”

Next Chapter ->

[specialagentlokitty]

Mr Evershed x Student!reader - what lies out there

The Doctors little kid going to Ackley Bridge because there has been some strange happenings and sightings there and (like School Reunion) they break in at night and try to Investigate, when they run into Evershed and she has to explain everything while the doctor and donna are have uncovered th alien, and they all have to run?? - @casserole-from-dads-asserole 💜

A/N: so it’s been a long time since I’ve watched any episodes with her so Donna’s probably gonna be outta character

You had been slowly mapping out the layout of the school, carefully taking pictures and scanning everything with your dads screwdriver.

It was a slow and careful investigation, each step had to be careful because one wrong move and everything could go wrong.

Sitting in your final class, you were carefully reading over the plans for the school for what you were looking for, you had narrowed it down to around the teachers lounge.

“Is something more interesting then math?”

“No sir, sorry.”

Stuffing the papers back into your bag, you carried on focusing on your math.

You didn’t actually need to do this, you knew everything a school could ever had to teach you, but your dad asked you attend.

Sitting with your head in your hand, you stared out the window in boredom, smiling as you pictured the stars that were hidden by the blue sky.

That was your home.

Your world.

Not here.

Not sitting in some boring classroom, listening to some boring teacher talk about boring things.

“Right, Mr Evershed’s office!”

The teacher slammed your book closed and you sighed, grabbing your stuff as you shot her a dirty look before walking out of the class.

You made your way down the hallways and pulled out your phone as you stopped by the teachers lounge.

You could feel eyes on you, but you knew no one else was around, so you knew what it was.

You: we need to act tonight, it’s getting stronger dad.

“You, young lady shouldn’t be wondering the halls.”

Locking your phone, you quickly shoved it into your pocket, turning around as you shrugged lightly.

“Got told to go to your office sir.”

“My office is this way.” Mr Evershed mused.

He gestured for you to follow him and you did, letting him lead you to his office and you took a seat on one of the chairs, watching as he sat down on the other side.

“You do have a knack for trouble don’t you?” He chuckled.

“Must take after my dad then.” You shrugged.

He hummed, leaning back in his chair.

“Ah yes, the dad that for some reason we still haven’t met despite all our efforts to arrange meeting after meeting with about your behaviour.”

You shrugged again.

“He’s a busy man sir.”

“Well, something has to be done, you’ve been here for three months now and already I’ve had more run ins with you than I have with anyone else.”

You let out a low whistle and grinned a little.

“It’s fine.”

“It’s not though, come one you’re incredibly smart (Y/N). I’ve seen your work, and I’ve seen your art, you’ve got talent, it’s just a shame you apparently have no regard for your education.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes at him.

“Come on sir, I’ve heard the basic speech over and over it won’t work. I don’t need school, I’m going into the family business.”

“Care to share?” Mr Evershed asked.

You smiled a little, thinking of your dad.

“Saving people.”

Before Mr Evershed could reply the bell went and you were straight out the door, running from the school as you made your way down a few streets.

You made sure the coast was clear before you jumped over the fence, looking at the police box as you hummed and made your way inside.

“Someone’s eager to leave school.” Donna laughed.

You grinned at her, tossing your bag aside by the control console of the TARDIS and jumped up to sit on one of the railings.

“Come on Donna, you know how boring it is. I just want to travel again!” You whined.

“And we will, tonight. You need to go get ready.”

You looked up at your dad and you smiled, walking over as you hugged him.

“You sure it’s safe to bring her doctor? It’s gonna be dangerous innit.” Donna said.

The doctor looked down at you, his hand resting on the back of your head, and then turned back to Donna.

He nodded his head and let you go.

“We need (Y/N), she can.. she can feel where it is.”

“Feel it?” Donna asked confused.

“It comes from my mothers side. Her species was able to feel emotions, be in touch with them. You would call it an empath, for us it’s normal. This.. being.. it feeds on peoples emotions, their feelings, it takes certain ones and magnifies others, so it’s building this intense bubble of emotions I can feel it whenever I walk past.”

You gave your dads arm a gentle squeeze and went through the hallways of the TARDIS, making your way to your bedroom.

You quickly changed into more comfortable clothes, and grabbed your screwdriver, stuffing it into the pocket of your jacket.

It took time to arrange everything, get it all into place and made sure everyone was clear on what to do.

Night fell upon Ackley, and you woke up from your nap to Donna shaking you, nearly pulling your from bed.

“We need to go! Come on!”

You sat up and jumped from bed, following her to the entrance of the TARDIS.

“Everyone clear on what to do? We need to act quickly and quietly.” The doctor said.

“Ready as ever dad.”

“Well come on then space people, don’t have all bloody night!” Donna huffed.

You laughed and you led them to the school.

You had to take the long way around, to the window that you had propped open and they waiting at the reception doors for you.

Running through the hallways, you opened it and quietly closed it again.

“Which way?” Donna asked.

“Follow me, it’s nearby.” You whispered.

You were nearly there when you found yourself starting at a very familiar pair of shoes in front of you and slowly you looked up.

You stumbled back a few steps into Donna, who fell into the doctor and you all fell on the floor.

“What are you doing?!” Mr Evershed yelled.

“Showing my dad and aunt Donna around?” You asked sheepishly.

You felt someone put their arms under yours, and haul you up to your feet.

“Thanks dad.”

The doctor smiled at you and stepped in front of you, trying to reason with the head teacher so he wouldn’t call the police.

The argument must have woken the alien up, because the building shook slightly and you shared a look with Donna and the Doctor.

“We need to go!”

Your dad pushed the head teacher, and you grabbed Mr Evershed’s arm, trying to pull him behind you.

“Enough! This is nothing but childish!” He snapped.

“Sir please!” You begged.

You spun around to look at him, and the look in your eyes was enough to convince him.

He followed you, letting you drag him to the doors, but you crashed into Donna’s back.

Standing in front of you was the faceless alien, and you all slowly backed away.

“You don’t belong here.” The doctor said softly.

“What the hell is that…?”

Mr Evershed slowly took a step back and you gripped into his arm tighter, looking up at him as you shook your head.

“Don’t.. move..” you whispered.

“Don’t move.. why doesn’t it have a face?!” He yelled.

The alien snapped his head up to you and the headteacher, tilting it a little bit.

“I don’t know it’s name… but it’s lost… it feeds on our emotions, and it knows you’re scared…” you whispered.

“Of course I’m scared!” Mr Evershed hissed.

You looked at him, moving your hand from his hand to hold his hand tightly and he looked down at you.

“Please sir, I need you to trust me…”

He glanced back at the alien then back to you.

He gave a small nod, because honestly what other choice did he have at this point? He was absolutely terrified.

“Doctor we need to go!” Donna hissed.

The creature took a step forward and you took one back, and he charged so you spun around and ran.

You reached behind you, grabbing your dads a hand and he grabbed Donna’s hand and you all ran through the hallways again.

“What now?!” You yelled.

“This was your plan!” Donna yelled back.

“I know!”

You all carried on running, and you slammed into something and fell to the floor again.

Mr Evershed was ripped from your grasp and you stared up at the alien as it held him.

“No.. no.. please…”mr Evershed whispered.

He squeezed his eyes closed, breathing heavily as he tried to stay incredibly still.

You turned around and somehow you had been separated from the other two, so it was just you.

You slowly stood up, holding your hands up as it titled it’s head, one hand holding the teachers arm, and the other near his head.

“What do you want? Why’re you here? Huh?” You asked.

It stopped what it was about to do, and looked at you

“You’re a long way from home, right? You know you shouldn’t be in this planet, it’s not yours, so why are you here?”

You looked at it, picking up on the emotions it was feeling, reading them carefully, searching through what you could make you.

You gasped, pointing at it.

“You’re scared. Alone.” You said softly.

It slowly nodded its head.

Reaching into your screwdriver, you scanned it, and pulled out something else, connecting the screwdriver to it, you stared at the creature.

When the machine made a noise you glanced down.

“Oh I see… you’re a faceless. You really are far from home aren’t you?”

You put everything away and looked to Mr Evershed who was looking at you with pleading eyes.

“You’re a child, is that why you’re lost? Scared?”

It slowly nodded again and it raised its hand once more.

“No. No. No. no. Don’t hurt him please, don’t hurt him.”

You were flooded with the sense of emotions again.

“You’re trying to build a story.”

It seemed to like what you said before it snapped and lowers its hand again, but still held tightly on to Mr Evershed.

“Okay, if that’s what you want, I’ll give you a story, okay? All those emotions you’ve been building, collecting, it must create one confusing story. Right?”

The faceless nodded.

“So… take mine. Take my emotions, every single one of them. But you need to let him go and bring my friend and my dad back.”

It seemed hesitant.

“I’ve watched the birth and the death of this universe, I watched as my mothers world burned down, I’ve watched creations die and new ones be made. I know things you will never dream of knowing, things that’ll build you a thousand stories, a thousand lifetimes, because that’s what you want right? You want to create an endless story, one you’ll never had to forget, one that can get you home.”

The creature loosened its grip and you took a step forward.

Mr Evershed was in awe lightly, he’d never heard you talk like this. So full on intelligent, so sure.

“I can give you emotions no one on this planet has every felt, things you’ll never feel in your entire life. I can tell you stories of love, hurt, sadness, anger, grief, sacrifice, envy, jealous, hatred. All of these emotions, because I am burning with them all. The ones you like? Sadness, grief, hatred. All those bad emotions your kind like? I’m overflowing with them.”

“(Y/N)…” Mr Evershed whispered.

He never thought you could feel so many things, but hearing you talk he knew it was true. Because he could see it on your face.

Yet when you looked at him you just offered him a reassuring smile. A smile to tell him that it was going to be okay.

You breathed, closing your eyes for a second before you opened them again.

“These people will never feel the emotions I have felt. So let me help you, but you need to help me.”

It nodded.

“Bring them back.” You said softly.

Mr Evershed took a shaky breath, looking at you and turning his attention to the two people who came running around the corner only to stop when they say what was going on.

“Let him go.”

You stretched out your hand, and the creature let Mr Evershed go, and you pushed him behind you, letting the creature walk over to you.

“(Y/N)!” The three yelled.

You turned to them, offering them all a small smile.

“Get him out of here dad, please. I’ll be okay, I promise.”

The doctor shook his head and took a step forward.

“I’m not leaving you! Get away from my daughter!” He yelled.

The creature jumped and you reached out, grabbing its hand.

“Dad, please? It doesn’t mean to hurt people.”

You slowly sat down, and it did that same, copying you.

“Let me tell you a story.” You smiled.

It placed its hands in your head, and you closed your eyes, feeling through your emotions and memories, clutching to one’s it deemed important for the story it wanted to see.

Behind you, Mr Evershed, Donna and the doctor all stood watching, unable to get closer due to whatever the creature had done.

They watched as mist surround the pair of you.

“(Y/N)!”

The doctor pounded on the wall, and fell to his knees, tears in his eyes.

Donna knelt next to him, placing a hand in his shoulder, and Mr Evershed stood behind them.

In the mist they could see glimpses of things, hear things.

When you opened your eyes, you saw the memories and emotions it had picked up and you smiled.

“Now let me show you the story.”

You moved your hands up, rearranging everything to create the perfect story for the creature before you turned to look at it.

“Go home, there’s nothing else for you here. Go back to your family, show them this story. Show them what you’ve managed to do, and you’ll be welcomed back.” You smiled.

The mist faded, and you watched as the creature walked down the hallway, until it vanished and you stood up, stumbling a few steps.

“Woah..” you laughed.

Your dad swept you into his arms and held you tightly as he breathed a sigh of relief.

“What were you thinking?!” He hissed.

“I was thinking I had to save Mr Evershed, and the faceless. It was scared dad, it was alone and lost. It needed the emotions to try and create some sort of story. It’s how their kind live, sharing stories, travelling from world to world and somehow it ended up here.”

You pulled away and turned to Mr Evershed, holding out your hand.

“If you come with us we’ll explain everything, if not my dad can make this all a dream, you won’t remember a single thing.”

The doctor nodded.

“It’s your call.” He said.

Mr Evershed looked at you, then he looked to your dad then to Donna.

“What are you?” He asked quietly.

“We’ll show you.” You smiled.

Part of you wanted him to come with you, so you could finally talk to him about everything, talk to someone else other than your dad or Donna. But you were hoping he’d want to forget, so you could erase yourself from every fibre of this school so you could leave happily.

Mr Evershed didn’t know what he wanted.

“What if we tell him then let him decide if he wants ti remember or not?” Donna asked.

Mr Evershed nodded.

“Okay. Tell me, but if I want you can make me forget?” He asked.

“Yes sir.” You smiled.

He nodded and let you grab his wrist, leading him back to what you called your home so you could sit down and explain everything fully to him.

Everything about the universe, things humans have questioned for eternity, what was really beyond the earth, beyond the stars.

You told him everything, and left it to him to decide what to do

[yzeltia]

FFXIVwrite2023 28.Blunt

Characters: Themis(Elidibus)/Azem(Gelos/U'rahn Nuhn) Expansion: Endwalker Rating: M Notes: References "Ere Our Curtain Falls" from "Tales From the Shadows"

Gelos hummed to himself as he stared up at a small red bird perched upon his finger, his other arm behind his head. He was laid out upon his robes, in naught else but his leathers, mask of Azem set upon a nearby rock. It had been some time since he'd returned to his home, Chará, a small village on a steppe between the coast and desert. Here he could be just Gelos, not Azem of the Convocation. A simple, local hero, and not the seated Traveler of the star.

As he rested, his little friend flew away, alerting him to another's presence. Calmly, he reached for a wooden bo staff and upon hearing the wind woosh above him, held it up to block an incoming swing.

"Azem. Your mask," Elidibus said calmly, pressing down with his own staff as they remained locked in their struggle.

"Hmm? I wanted to feel the sun on my face. We are far from Amarout, there's no cause to worry."

Gelos rebuffed the other by grabbing his robe by the drawstring, yanking Elidibus over into a summersault down by his feet. Sitting up, the Traveler chuckled, watching the younger man rise and brush grass out of his hair.

"Robes just get in the way don't you think? At the very least a liability."

"Very well. If that is how you want it to be then we can take to the skies," Elidibus answered stoically, though surging with Aether.

Gelos reached forward, laughing heartily as he embraced the white haired young man and rolled about in the long grass. 

"Oi. Oi! I'd think I'd rather spare my friends and family the sight of that!"

"And yet you find it fit to lay about exposed like this," Elidibus gestured, sitting up together with his friend.

"Well, I know one really comes out this way. And even then my village isn't hung up on that sort of thing. We're much more down to Ethryis. Amarout…should dictate how the world acts. Our star is vast and has so many wonderful things in it," Gelos said quietly before gently pulling Elidibus's's mask down, "Beautiful, precious things that don't need perfected."

The two found themselves drawing in toward one another until their foreheads pressed together. Elidibus's hand absently rose to Gelos's chest, pushing him back lightly as to not pull at any hairs. There was an intensity in the Travler's golden eyes, one he couldn't recognise. 

"Sorry," the red haired man under his breath, averting his gaze.

"Did you do something wrong?"

Gelos reluctantly looked back, mouth open to try and explain himself before shaking his head. Elidibus sighed then turned his head toward the dunes and sea beyond them, remaining close as he dug his fingers into the earth beneath them.

"Is it difficult to be with me? For all the reasons I make the ideal Emissary, I find that the same make me lackluster company. I am surrounded by the greatness of the Convocation and I try to make myself worthy to walk alongside you. In that, I fear I've sheltered myself from the people we serve and thus find it difficult to understand simple phrases and mannerisms. Try as I might, it is sometimes difficult to connect."

“Themis…” Gelos smiled weakly as the other turned to him, cheeks flushed from hearing his given name. The Travler reached out, cupping the other’s cheek in his hand.

“If permitted, I’d take you with me all over the world so you could experience it all. Yet, the Convoction would hunt me down in a second. I’m lucky to steal you away now. Though, I guess I need to speak plainly for you to understand how I feel.”

“Azem…”

“Gelos, please, when it is just us. For now can we be ourselves…I can just be a simple village boy that found himself unable to take his eyes off of the young genius that wandered in from the city.”

Themis just stared, then reached out and rested his hand over Gelos’s larger one, feeling the natural warmth of his aether flow into him. He let their fingers intertwine, then found his friend drawing forward again, that unfamiliar, yet soft gaze upon his face once more. Drawn in, he felt the other’s lips on his own; once, twice, then firmly set upon them. 

“Gelos…,” the Emissary mumbled between clumsy, increasingly eager kisses.

The Traveler leaned back, letting his friend fall against him as he fished his hand against the collar of his robe, parting it to help free him of his white robes. The red-haired man rolled Themis onto his robe, kissing at his neck before slowly slipping his hand up his undershirt. He swallowed as his fingers brushed over Themis's nipple, his eyes cautiously flitting up to watch his reaction.

“The island,” Themis managed to breathe out, finding his shirt pulled up and over his head.

“Island,” the other repeated, content to kiss lower, feeling his friend squirm as he reached his navel.

“Yes…there’s that island we discussed. The one with the volcano…”

Gelos sat up, lifting the other’s hips for a moment to pull his leathers and underclothes from him before tilting his head.

“You wanna talk about that…right now,” he asked, rubbing the other’s thighs, shy glances flitting to the other’s twitching length.

Themis nodded, hand covering himself before reaching back out to the Traveler, pulling him back down. He kissed on him shyly, arms going around his neck once he felt sufficiently covered from the elements. 

“I wish to know your thoughts on the matter…if only to calm my heart. You’ve voiced a dissenting opinion from the rest. What are your intentions?”

Gelos kissed the other’s forehead as he was held, hips wiggling to get his pants off without pulling too far from him. Once free, he let his mind focus on the other’s question, albeit briefly.

“I was thinkin’ of using that new fire creation Lahabreha’s. Use all that violent ambient fire aether to manifest it then take it far far away and take care of it there,” he explained, trying to withhold a moan as he let their bodies meet.

Themis arched his back, pressing into his friend, incrementally turning lover, before pulling him down close. He shook then kissed, on Gelos’s collar, letting his hands start to explore the Traveler’s muscular form, fingers lingering on every scrape and scar.

“Why risk another censure by defying the will of the Convocation? What about that place captivates you so?”

Gelos found it hard to think on the particular subject for the moment, each stray touch by Themis causing him to twitch. With a whine, he lowered himself more firmly upon the Emissary, feeling his stones roll against the other’s. 

“Ah…well, the grapes…” he answered, panting lightly, “I find them rather delicious. It would be a shame to see them ignored. And on that note…I believe there is something else that deserves attention.”

Themis nodded, satisfied with the answer. He opened his legs a little, letting Gelos slide closer, hips rocking together. Once more, kisses were exchanged between stray touches and gropes, until going on so long that the Emissary in his flustered state felt something amiss.

“Az…Gelos, are we doing this right?”

Gelos whined, pressing his forehead against the other’s shoulder.

“I’m…I’m unsure exactly how to manage the…ins and outs of all this,” he eventually answered, head hung.

Themis laid back then looked up to his love, smiling softly before finding himself laughing, Gelos soon joining him.

[simp4aegon]

GOLDEN HOUR

Aemond Targaryen x Morningstar!Oc /reader

Chapter One : The Angel, Her Misery, His Lover.

Warnings: Violence, Blood, NSFW, Romantic shit.

You can imagine yourself as Lilith well she is you and your time travel has gone right, or better for your happiness that you can’t find in the modern world where you lived. This is a crossover between Lucifer and HOTD.

Legends said that angels are made to protect God's creations, that they are god's favorite children.

You see them as the most beautiful thing, for they are the first one to live, The witness of his creations.

Wings, pair that symbolize power and freedom, soft to the touch but as sharp as blades that protected them.

Some chose to continue serving their God, those who stayed in light, some chose to go join the other side, known as the fallen and the neutral ones, those who chose life, who chose to love.

They have the power of light but one has the power of time and reality, and that angel is special to her kind.

Victoria was made up by a dude,

girl you wouldn't believe she's an old man who lives in Ohio,

I know victoria's secret, cashing in body issues.

In the modern day of 2022 Princess Lilith, Daughter of Lucifer Morningstar remembers how she argued with her father two days ago.

While she sings on stage as an internationally famous pop star, she realizes that her father wasn't there, to support her or to watch, her getting ready for later's event.

Wanting to prove her father wrong about her grandfather's creations; humans, Her life as a princess in the modern world of Los Angeles doesn't really please her.

“Daddy, You never paid attention to me! You never listened, you only listened to them to... to Trixie and Chloe, this is unfair, I am your blood, your flesh, Am I not?”

Lilith yelled as she threw her arms in frustration, as she walks towards her father in his throne of darkness. she then walks back and forth with her Dark Brown hair flowing in wind.

Lucifer's army, Knights of hell watched as she yelled at her father, something only she can do, or else those who try will suffer a fate worst that dying in the lake of lava.

Like what the princess called.

“Enough of this nonsense Lilith! There is no love for us, Love makes us vulnerable to anything, Do your things find a man to play with, Travel and stop bothering me for there are more important things that I have to do.”

Lucifer then looked at his daughter’s reaction.

"Important? Wedding plans? You're a hypocrite, you're a fucking hypocrite dad! you don't want me to find love but here you are marrying a damn mortal, admit it, I am the mistake you wish you never committed, you kept on telling me that I am not entitled of a man, a child, you rid me of the world, you rid me a chance of a family and now you're building one without me."

A reaction he never expected, He doesn’t understand why she craved love when she can have anything she wanted, He gave her everything she wanted.

"Didn't I gave you a career? You're a successful popstar! I gave you everything every material whims, give me a chance to find my happiness." He's selfish, egoistic fucker.

"What do you know about love dad?" Lilith whispers.

"What do you know? You're just a kid." Lucifer tried keeping his cool.

“You wouldn’t say that there is no love for me if I have my mom with me, you never searched for Mom, now you'll marry her! You promised it's you and me now her? HER? And her kid?.” With that Lilith roared louder.

Lucifer now understands his Dad, Lilith mirrored some parts of him that he now hated, That she became a rebel, but there are good parts, To Lucifer, she wanted to live.

That he was a hypocrite for denying his daughter and feeding her with information he now supports and wants.

"Lilith! I did not raise you, to talk like that toward Chloe! You'll refer to her as your mother and Trixie as your younger sister, Are we clear?. What I had for Chloe is genuine love." Lucifer slapped Lilith across the face and then harshly grabbed her shoulder.

"What about my mother? WHAT ABOUT ME?!" Lilith asked as she touches her right cheek.

That triggered something, it made those Fire opal eyes glow, something that shocked Lucifer.

"I'm sor-" Lucifer attempts as his eyes go soft.

"You did not raise me, grampa raised me, Not you not Chloe not anyone! You don't get to touch me like that!" Those fire opal eyes glowed while her selcra turned black, it scared Lucifer.

She once wants to find something he avoids to help him realize, Something that he's afraid of, Like what he does to Chloe, Chloe Decker.

She kinda regrets the fact that it it turns out the way she doesn't intended to.

But he's hypocrite, Now he's getting married, to her.

'Why does she wants to be a human? Or does she? She doesn’t need love, She needs me.' Lucifer thought to himself those words.

Lilith wasn’t spoiled, Lilith just understands what she wants and that is to love, Lilith can’t find love in the modern world where she lived for almost two billion years of her existence.

With no lust for the throne where she’s meant to torment people, Lilith figured out that needed a man, to love, to cherish as humans do. Lilith wanted a family, not temporary happiness her father calls a One Night Stand.

Wanting to prove that her father's a hypocrite, to tell him everyday.

She snaps from those thoughts, While singing her songs her tears slowly fell, she realized what she wanted. With those tears, in an instant, it rained with loud thunderstorms, a reason for her to leave with the guards protecting her.

Other people tried to take pictures with her but failed.

But a man gave her a white handkerchief, which she took but never got a glimpse of his face, due to bodyguard blocking her of the view.

"Thank you."

_

Lilith stood there with bitter laughing, drinking her fifth glass of wine and listening as people gave their wishes to Mr. and Mrs. Morningstar.

She felt so fucking alone in this world.

Lilith tried not to create a commotion with her emotions, she remembers she's higher that the angels in the reception area.

You're a fucking seraphim.

"You okay?" Her uncle Amanedee asked giving her a slice of lemon cake which she politely refuses, Same with Castiel and Gabriel who gave her foods.

"I hope you and mom a happy life together." Trixie smiled as she gives the microphone to her new step sister.

Lilith refuses but Maze gave her a nudge and a gentle smile. With that Lilith took the mic and went on stage holding her eight glass of wine.

"To the both of you, Congratulations, live your lives to the fullest starting this night without any problems or...." Lilith didn't finish, Amandiel was quick to pick up those cryptic message his niece left the moment she passed the mic to him then walked out of the reception.

God, her grandfather gave him a sad look, His first grandchild, feels sad, in exchange of his favorite son's happiness.

He can't read her, No one can, Just like his sister.

Lilith went back to her hotel, headed to her bathroom as she filled her gigantic tub with ice as she pointed her finger at the candles where it lits themselves. She stared at the tv screen which showed nothing but static.

Lilith wished to prove him wrong, that angels and demons are entitled to love just like humans, that she too is entitled like him to Chloe.

That it's not only about duty to protect her Grandfather's creation but to also love them.

“Sanguis animæ meæ suscipe me ad fata mea, sanguis cordis mei, salus mea et judicium meum.”

Lilith chanted those words while crying as she soak herself, and let the water consume her, to wash away her worries and to bring excitement to her journey.

Wanting to forget that she doesn't have a place here anymore, That her father has his new family, with new baby on the way with Chloe.

Her anger, her sadness, her pain, her grieve, her longing for a mother she never met.

A mother who's name she never knew.

The mother who left her the moment she was born.

The lights flicker and died but the fire from the candle remained still. Thunder roars at the sky as lightning strikes in the darkness.

Lilith doesn’t care if she needs to create a new world or travel with time or reality, or various timelines or even worlds, only to find her love.

'If Wanda Maximoff can make herself happy, so am I' Lilith smirks as she let the water consume her.

The water had it's tint of red violet color the moment she sank.

_

"Baby? Can we talk? I'm so sor-" Lucifer said behind the door but then felt that there's something wrong, he then kicked the door open.

The young girl vanished the moment the fire of her candles died, Comes her father when walked into her hotel's master bathroom, With no signs of the princess of hell.

It made him worry, he felt the guilt.

That made him sob to his friend Maze, To help him with his daughter whom he loved.

"She's missing, Maze she's missing, call Chloe, my daughter is missing," Lucifer yelled at his friend beside him, With visible worries written on his face.

"Where is she Lucifer, where did she go?" Maze responded as she kneels beside the bath tub and touched the water.

She can't sense anything, Lilith is not only prominent when it comes to using her angelic grace but also in her demonic ones that she uses when only in need.

They forgot that she was the mother of witches, Maze knew that Lilith wanted to empower women, so she gave them blessings against men who tried to violate them.

God was against it at first but agreed.

"I don't know, I think she performed a ritual, She went somewhere else, I yelled at her earlier, two or three days ago, slapped her accross the face and I didn't mean it, I wanted to say sorry but when I came inside her room she was missing." Lucifer facepalmed as he pinches his nose bridge.

"You do know that she has a concert this month right?" Eve took her to butt in.

"You're fucking concerned about the concert when she's missing?" Maze rolled her eyes.

"And she's missing, Great." Lilith is a popstar in 2022, A well-known popstar who's missing.

"And you slapped my granddaughter Samael? Did I raise you to be like that? I took your burden of raising her, the only thing I ask for is your love and compassion" God calmly placed a hand on his shoulder

"Stop putting the blaming only on me, only if you didn't lock her away, we could've raised her." God, their father was disappointed who walked away in search of his favorite granddaughter.

_

A warm peaceful day in King’s Landing was disturbed when King Viserys woke up in a good health, His illness was cured and when he stands up from the bed, He looked in the mirror and then at his hand and face, and hair.

By the Gods, His youth and strength were restored so that he doesn't need a cane to walk.

King Viserys thanked the Gods for it and prayed that this isn't a dream and this isn't temporary, That when he woke up the next day, He'll still be healthy and strong.

Even going to the extent of sacrificing a live animal as his form of thanking God or anyone who did that to him.

It shocked the maidens and his wife Queen Alicent who suggest that it was a result of witchery but King Viserys dismisses the vile rumors and sees it as a blessing by the Gods, he wanted to test the limits when he and Queen Alicent heard the news of a young woman found floating in the bodies of water by the fishermen.

They wanted to see the young woman that they found.

Prince Aegon alongside his brother Prince Aemond watched as their people carried the said girl and wrapped her with towels, She was beautiful in his eyes.

She was worth the reason for him to stop training at the moment with Ser Criston Cole.

“Nice tits.” The prince whisperer when he earned a nudge from his brother who was younger than him, He saw how focused Aemond's eyes to her.

Aemond's eye inspected the beauty. "Bring her to Reds' keep, we’ll question her once she wakes up, That woman might be sent to cause damage to us," Aemond ordered Ser Criston Cole as they brought her to the Castle carried by the knight.

"Look at her breast brother, you can't lie that she doesn't arouse you." Aegon teased Aemond who swallows thickly.

She looked like a threat but deep inside he felt something different while watching her, She was wearing a white nightgown with her nipples visible due to being soaked.

“Someone’s lusting over the girl, Don't worry I do too, I can't wait for her to wake up, see what that cunt does.”

Aegon laughed as he followed the knight and Aemond followed him back, He admits he can’t wait to hear her whereabouts but was more excited about bedding her.

“I won’t fall for a witch.” Aemond defends himself, he swallowed again.

He admits she's beautiful with those porcelain-like skin, Red lips like blood, and hair as dark as ravens.

She reassembles the princess in their bedtime stories, Snow white with a thin waist and large breasts.

“Who says she’s a witch then? Maybe she was sent by the Gods to bring pleasure to us, can't wait to deflower her sweet cunt brother.” Aemond gave him a side eye, Annoyed with his brother's intentions.

“You won’t touch her, witch or not.” There he left his brother and walked faster, He somehow regret calling her a witch, for judging her.

Maybe she's just pretty.

He knows one thing; He won't let Aegon stip her honor.

_

Walking back and forth, King Viserys tries to think of a reason behind this, This is the first time they had a floating body of a woman in the Kings landing,

“Poor little girl, Who would do such a horrible thing.” Alicent pitied as she caresses the young girl's wet hair and used a dry towel to carefully dry its hair.

“Born between the light and darkness shall she choose the light. Love and affection is the desire, A shining beauty in the stars that glow to the darkness.”

Helaena whispers in the corner of Aemond’s chamber while playing with a butterfly with broken wings that made Alicent and Aemond look.

The Queen ordered her maids to dry and changed the girl's clothes, She’s still unconscious so they do not know things about her, who she is, or how she got there.

“I will order an execution for the one responsible for this poor girl's torment the moment I heard details of it.” King Viserys pitied the young girl as he sat beside her and gently caressed her hair.

He reminded her of when Rhaenyra, His favorite when was a young girl and decided that she is welcomed to their homeland.

“Mother, Aemond had a theory that it was a punishment, Killing such a beauty. That she’s a witch of their homeland or some whore.” Alicent looked at her son Aegon as she held the young girl’s hand which is cold, She ordered more wood for the fireplace to keep the girl warm.

“Aemond? You shouldn’t throw vile accusations without the truth, does this looks like a witch to you?” King Viserys showed his visible disappointment with his son Aemond.

Aegon then smirks at Aemond while he's drinking his wine.

“What makes you think of that Aemond?” Alicent asked.

“Her unnatural beautiful mother, I mean look at her face and body, witches have smaller waists or maybe she was sent by other kingdoms to do harm to us, To father.”

Aemond defended himself while looking at the sleeping lady, He took off his coat to wrap it around her.

“See Aemond, Do not judge a beautiful girl like her. If you feel an attraction, admit it, There’s no need to throw vile accusations, Just wait till she wakes up, you'll see what that mouth can do.” Aegon teased, as he keep on teasing his brother with dirty jokes.

Aegon too is enticed by her beauty.

Alicent gave his son Aegon a firm look, A glare, for speaking those words in the presence of the king. She knew what Aegon meant and his reason to defend the young girl is to bed her.

Dirty intentions.

“And she’s not a tool of your desire brother, I admit I did call her a witch but not a whore, I demand she stay here with me.” Aemond gave him a stern look again, He knows what he wants with the witch, and he won’t let that happen.

“I shall return to my throne, Aemond keep an eye on her, Alicent order the maids to prepare food once the girl wakes up, Aegon you’ll order other people of our kingdom about the girl, understand? Let your brother stay here alone. Helaena you're free to stay with the girl too if you'd like.” Aegon nodded at his King's father, He wanted to be the one to take care of the girl.

"Hmm," Aemond said in response.

King Viserys wanted to make sure that the girl feels welcome, To feel at home at least, it reminded him of when Rhaenyra was a young girl, she was pure and good, He didn’t want to accuse the girl of anything like his son Aemond and Aegon.

With his duties, Aemond chose to follow the king’s commands to watch the girl while everyone leaves.

"You are the fruit of light and darkness, New bringer of light to my-." Helaena smiled at her new friend and took off her emerald ring to place it on the sleeping girl's finger.

Aemond listened, as his sister kept on calling the girl 'Darkness'

"You look more pretty with the ring, wake up so we can be friends." Helaena hugged the sleeping girl.

"What do you mean by darkness?" Aemond had enough of the name-calling and decided what her riddles meant. "You don't know?" Helaena asked in surprise.

Before Aemond could reply Helaena left his chamber in a such rush that left him with the girl. Aemond locked the doors from his chamber, He then sat on the tool beside the bed.

The peach garment that belonged to Helaena suited her better with her dark hair, He held her hand which is ice cold, He placed a light kiss on it and whispered.

"I'm sorry for accusing you of being a witch my lady, maybe you are a siren, Because we found you on our lake." Aemond smiled to himself as he watches the girl sleep with her steady breathing.

He'll make her his wife one way or another.

"I promise to protect you, To be a loving husband to you and you only." He leaned closer to place a kiss on her cold lips and then forehead.

He can't deny the attraction, What caught his attention was the white and gold feather from her white nightgown that he kept.

It was a very sharp, blade-like feather that cut through his thumb that suddenly healed, He'll keep it as a lucky charm, some kind of a talisman.

"Witch or not, I'll do anything to be your love or be your sacrifice." He kissed her knuckles again.

(LISTEN TO INFINITY)