#SHINE YOUR LOVE SHOW YOUR LIGHT PULL ME OUT FROM THE ENDLESS NIGHT

[jaylaxies]

INTO YOU

PAIRING: jay x fem!reader

GENRE/CW: smut, unprotected sex, slight gun play, mentions of smoking, usage of nicknames, fingering, pussy slapping, breeding, enemies to possible lovers.

SYNOPSIS: everyone knows that your families hate each other, being the biggest rivals in terms of business, however, you both don’t seem to care much about it.

WC: 1.9k

WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni

A/N: hihi, loves! happy jay birth <3 i had to write something for my man cmon, i hope you guys will like it :3 (not proofread) all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated! iloveyou all <33

Blinding chandelier lights, fancy gowns, fake laughs paired with endless supply of sparkly champagne. Countless camera flashes, and an even faker demeanor as the guests pose and show their best game. 

It was yet another weekend; yet another charity ball organized by someone so filthy rich, who didn’t mean to do any charity, but rather, put up a façade well enough simply to expand their business connections. 

You watched it unfold from afar, like always, judging everyone as you swirled the drink in the delicate glass which rested on your fingertips, looking for something , or rather, someone to appear and get this boring excuse of an event going. 

Your family was close with the Kims, meaning, you’d probably, just probably spend your night with no drama at all, not expecting the Kims to invite the family which is your so-called rival. 

So you decided to mingle along, putting on your sweetest smile as you strolled through the big ball room, the slit in your dress allowing the cold air to grace your legs in the otherwise warm room, until it didn’t. 

The warmth of a hand encasing your wrist was enough for you to stop, the scent itself was a giveaway of the identity of the one who stopped you in the middle of the crowded floor, a sly smile draping your face with his action. 

“Getting into a party without an invitation is rude, don’t you think?” You asked. 

He scoffed, which came out as a breathy laugh, “that is exactly why I made sure that Mr. Kim would deliver the invitation personally to me,” he clicked his tongue. 

You rolled your eyes, turning your head to the side, looking right into his dark eyes before giving him a once over, almost in a condescending manner as if you were judging his entire existence. 

He had another one of his proud smirks plastered on his face, specs perched on his strong, pointy nose, his lips the perfect shade of pinkish-red, resonating perfectly with his melanin. Clad in a black tuxedo, he stood there as if he was the most important man in the room. 

Park Jongseong. 

“That desperate for what? A party?” You clicked your tongue as a challenge. 

His hand only shifted from your wrist to your waist, pulling you closer to his chest effortlessly, earning a gasp out of you, “for a party, yes. You know it, princess.” 

That’s exactly when you heard a louder gasp as you pushed him away. Your mother dearest had spotted his mother in the crowd, both of them coming along to meet right where you were standing. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Your mom asked, trying to put on a fake smile so as to not alarm others. 

“We were invited, of course,” the lady spoke up, a sick smile on her face. 

“Or yet, begged Mr. Kim to be invited here,” you smiled back, looking at Jay right after, who was only amused. 

But none of your family members were amused as they scowled, “stay the fuck away from her,” your mother said, pulling you back from Jay. 

“Ask her to stay away from my son,” Mrs. Park spat, pulling Jay back. 

“Who even wants to be with him?” You scrutinized him again with a bored expression. 

“You do, princess,” he winked, making you scoff in disbelief as he said it in front of your mother. 

“Shut up!” Your mother said, having had enough. 

You both had the corner of your lips upturned by the time your mothers pulled you away, far from each other, his eyes shining as you bit your lip. 

Your mom was frustrated and it showed, especially when she reached out to your father, filling him in with the events of what happened a few minutes back. 

However, you didn’t care, simply getting away from your family as you started roaming around yet again, patting your thigh gently to feel your gun in its holster—something you kept for safety. 

Everyone around you did. 

The party didn’t feel as boring anymore, not when you got out of the main ballroom, opening the door towards the secluded balcony; which you were sure would be empty. 

And you were right. It was small, secluded, facing the grand gardens of the villa, two big vintage lamps keeping the balcony well illuminated as you took out the cigarette you had hidden in your pocket along with your heart shaped lighter. 

A dress with pockets? A blessing from the lords. 

Holding the stick between your glossed up lips, you flicked the lighter, bringing it closer to the cigarette as it burned, your eyes closing the second you inhaled the smoke, using your middle and index finger to hold it away as you leaned against the cold marble wall.  

Park Jongseong. 

Your wrist still burned from when he gripped it, your waist still feeling the warmth of his hand as your silk down did nothing to hide your figure. You found yourself thinking about him again, the proximity was enough for his scent to invade your senses. 

Your body became hyper aware as you found yourself close to the similar scent again. 

“Smoking is bad for your health, princess,” he spoke, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine. 

You smiled, not opening your eyes as you lifted your hand to take another puff of smoke, only for Jay to snatch it up, standing right in front of you, his free hand gripping your chin, your eyes opening to find his face inches away from you. 

“Getting too bold, are we now?” He asked. 

“Maybe,” you shrugged, challenging him. 

“Yeah. I don’t fuck you for one night and you turn into a fucking brat? Is that how you want it, princess? Want me to fuck some manners into you?” He came even closer, turning his head to take the cigarette between his lips, breathing the smoke in before he threw it away. 

Grabbing your chin harder, he tilted your head ever so slightly, causing you to gasp and open your mouth, dazed. 

He blew the smoke into your mouth and you inhaled it all in, blowing it out of your nose while not breaking eye contact, another shiver running down your body as his fingertips traced your thigh, inching upwards to where your holster was. 

“Jay—” you breathed out, biting your bottom lip. 

“Shh, princess. Who would even want me, right? I’ll show you exactly how much you need me,” he chuckled, his lips touching your ear. 

He was quick to get your gun out, your mind too blank as you were sandwiched between him and the wall. The cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against your inner thigh now. 

“Please,” you begged. 

“Please what?” He urged you to speak up, the slit of your dress allowing him to graze it up your thigh and near your panties which were starting to get wet. 

“I want—” you started and he only pressed the gun right on your clothed cunt, your eyes closing again, your body felt as if it was on fire, a low whine leaving your mouth. 

“Say it, princess,” he groaned, his lips near the corner of your mouth. 

“I want you, I—I need you,” you managed to speak up, your whimpers were enough for his cock to start hardening, even more now that his body was pressed against your. 

He moved the gun in slow circles, your wetness dripping down on it till it reached his hands, as you held on to his arm for support, not being able to stand straight. 

“See? It wasn’t too hard, was it?” He asked, pressing the gun right where your hole was, stuffing it in slightly through your panties, your whines turning into moans as he grabbed your jaw again, “never forget that you belong to me,” was all he said before pulling you in a deep, rushed kiss. 

His free hand held on to your wrist, curling his fingers around it hard, his teeth nibbling on your lips before he spit in your mouth, not wasting a second before he shoved his tongue in your mouth. 

You could barely breathe, whimpering out his name desperately, trying to move your hips to get even a fraction of more friction from the gun. 

“That’s it baby, keep making those noises for me, yeah?” He spoke in between the kisses, finally having had enough of the gun as he kept it aside. 

It didn’t take him a second to push your panties to the side, covering his fingers in your dripping juices as you bit back a moan, which didn’t last for long as he stuffed you full of his fingers, making you lose control of the last bit of your sanity. 

Your wetness was enough for his fingers to slide in easily, which wasn’t enough for Jay as he curled them inside you, “tell me who you belong to, princess?” 

“You—you.” Your eyes watered as you moaned it out, and he slapped your cunt right that second, your eyes rolling back at the pain which felt more like pleasure than anything else, your breathing hitched as he did so again before he stuffed three of his fingers into you again, fucking you deeper than ever while kissing your neck, harsh enough for it to bruise later. 

He had been going at it for minutes and yet it felt like mere seconds before he took his fingers out, licking them and turning you around, your cheek resting on the cold wall. 

As much as he wanted to tear your dress off, he didn’t do that, and you could feel your tears streaming down your face, frustrated as he stopped right before you were about to cum, your cunt clenching around nothing as you heard him undo his belt. 

You knew his cock was thick and veiny, but it still shocked you, especially when he lined up his cock to your entrance, rubbing his tip, soaking it with your wetness which dripped down your thighs. You could barely breathe anymore, especially when his cock slid right in with how wet you were, reaching the deepest spots in you, his big hand spanking your ass right as he bottomed out. 

Broken moans were all that your mouth could let out by now, along with his name, which you kept on repeating like a broken record. 

His thrusts were brutal, almost as if he was using you like a doll and you were simply taking it like you were meant to. 

It felt too good. 

“Such a good girl, you’re taking me so well.”

The way your pussy sucked him in was driving Jay crazy as he groaned near your ear, biting your shoulder right after, his balls slamming against your ass and he didn’t bother slowing down, not when you were clenching around him like that. 

He held you up, knowing that your legs couldn’t keep you up anymore, not when your mind was blank and you were crying, begging for release. 

“Cum for me, princess,” he whispered, pinching your nipples as you let out another moan, which sounded like a scream with how frustrated you were, his thrusts getting faster and faster. 

“I’ll fill you up good, yeah? Gonna keep my cum in your cunt?” He asked, his voice even deeper as he hit your g-spot. 

You nodded, letting out a broken yes in reply, which was all it took for your eyes to close again, your legs shaking as Jay filled you up the very second you came all around his cock, creaming it beautifully in the essence of your unadulterated pleasure. 

“You were right,” you breathed out, holding on to him. 

“Yeah?” He asked. 

“Yeah. I need you, always.” 

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[prettyprettypaci2]

Therapy - Part 4

💕 Part 1 💕 Part 2 💕 Part 3 💕

"Rise and shine! Were you able to get some rest?"

As unwelcome as the interruption is, Miss Heather's voice is a far more pleasant alarm clock than the teasing and pinching that wakes you every morning at home. You open your eyes with a gentle sigh, the edges of your vision greeted by whatever light sneaks through your fluffy unicorn-themed sleep mask. Just five more minutes and you could have finished the dream.

In the dream, you felt like your old self again: a normal adult living with your step-mom until you could save up enough money to move out. You went to bars with friends, ate hamburgers, played pool, joked, flirted. You wore denim jeans and comfortable shoes and never anything with ribbons.

You scrunch up your nose in concentration, trying to anchor the memory before it fades, but a bolt of panic hits you and erases the vision from your mind. There's a dampness on your chest, and you're suddenly terrified that you're stewing in the mother of all diaper leaks. Shifting your weight on the giant teddy bear you're using as a mattress, you're relieved to discover that the culprit is a thick geyser of drool draining from behind your pacifier. You tense your lips and halt the flow with a slurpy intake of air. Mr. Kazoo will add a few more splotches to the mural of spit stains you've painted him with, but at least he won't smell like one of your soaked diapers.

"A lull long-uh?" You gurgle around the pacifier's rubber nipple. You don't bother to remove it anymore unless you're being fed or have a lot to say. Ever since Miss Heather suggested adding suckling therapy to your home life, it feels odd to go any length of time without something in your mouth. The pink elastic pacifier clips your step-mom had sewn into your bedtime onesies were now more decorative than functional; the massive pink shield may as well be pasted to your lips.

"I don't think your step-mom wants me to just watch you take a nap," Miss Heather replies warmly. "I'm glad you were able to doze off, though. I'm told you haven't been sleeping well."

It's true. For weeks you've been lying awake at night, crying softly as you wonder about your future. One early morning, your step-sister Lauren had walked into your room to find you grinding your diapered hips against Mr. Kazoo. You had just been trying to get a bit of relief, taking advantage of the mushy padding in an effort to feel something -- anything -- touching you down below. You wince as you remember how she laughed and laughed, making endless jokes about you and Mr. Kazoo finding true love. Once Olivia was informed, it was only a matter of time before they planned that stupid wedding in the living room. Your ankles still chafe from being squeezed into that pair of glossy white Mary Janes, but Lauren insisted your shoes should match the voluminous gown they had dressed you in for the ceremony. You still haven't dared to tell Miss Heather about how you became Mrs. Kazoo.

For Lauren and Olivia, it was just another way to have a laugh at your expense. But the experience really bothered you. Who else would you marry at this point? You've been wrapped up in diapers so long, you barely remember what it's like to sit on a toilet. You can't show up to a job interview -- let alone a date -- slurping on a giant pacifier and buttoned into a pastel cotton onesie. Is this really what the rest of your life looks like?

You lift the unicorn sleep mask from your eyes and yawn behind your pacifier. You pinch the cold wet spot on the torso of your fuzzy pink sleeper and pull it away from your skin. You're thankful that your braided bun kept your hair out of the drool pool, at least. Giving Mr. Kazoo a gentle pat on the head, you struggle to stand on the thick wool booties swaddling your feet before collapsing onto the familiar couch with an indelicate squish. You must have used your diaper while sleeping after all.

"So," Miss Heather says, taking her seat across from you and opening her pad. "Any changes in your diet?"

You think about the question for a moment and then shake your head "no." The vegetable purées, cut-up bananas, and gooey bowls of oatmeal aren't particularly filling, but you've long since gotten used to your step-sisters' "home cooking."

"How about exercise? I know you don't go outside a lot. Being too sedentary can cause sleep problems, too."

You think about the hours you spend strutting around to model outfits, as Lauren and Olivia take turns to see who can dress you more ridiculously. You massage a rug burn from your new "crawling game" where one of them hides a toy in the house, and you have to find it without getting off your hands and knees. You shake your head "no" again, indicating exercise isn't a problem.

"Hmmm," Miss Heather bites her lip in concentration, making a note on her pad. "We haven't talked about your diapers in a while. Are you getting changed before you go to bed?"

You try to blink away the memory of Olivia slathering you with lipstick while Lauren shoves your heavy, smelly, balled-up diaper in your face. You were forced to leave a big smooch on the plastic, to prove how much you loved wearing them. You nod with a sigh; your step-sisters never missed an opportunity to mock you during a diaper change.

"Well then," Miss Heather says, flipping through a few notes before setting her pad down. "I'd say your sleeping problems are just a part of growing up. People have very different schedules depending on their age. Your body might just be trying to recalibrate itself to adulthood."

You snort, and a little trail of snot begins draining from your nose. Miss Heather reaches for a box of tissues, but you've already clumsily wiped your face on the fuzzy sleeve of your sleeper. You pull out your pacifier with a loud, wet pop and smile acridly at Miss Heather.

"Adulthood? You're making fun of me. Do I look like an adult?" You sniff hard to suck some more mucus back into your nose.

"Why?" Miss Heather asks, cocking her head inquisitively. "What does an adult look like?"

You throw an open palm up in exasperation, as if the answer is so obvious it doesn't merit explanation. "Like you! You wear jeans and shirts, you have normal shoes, you don't wear diapers! You have a job and you probably own a house and...and have a boyfriend!"

Miss Heather purses her lips for a moment. You're not sure if she's trying to stifle a smile. "Do you wish you had a boyfriend?"

You think you could burn a finger if you touched your face right now. Your cheeks are as red as apples.

"I'm sorry, that sounded like I was teasing you," Miss Heather says, crossing her legs and folding her hands against one knee. "My point is that you don't feel a sense of belonging with your peers because you avoid normal interactions. People your age are going out, socializing, maybe getting in a bit of trouble. That's healthy. You've come a long way with accepting your diapers, but you're still so worried what the world will think if they see a bit of plastic here, or something a little rounder there. It's making you miss out on this important part of your life."

You can feel the heat in your face creeping in behind your eyes. "I'm a freak," you say. Your lower lip wobbles.

"You're not a freak. You're different. You have wants and needs that other people don't have, but you share the need to be loved. To exist out in the real world. Don't shut yourself away."

The room is silent except for the soft whimpering of your tears. Miss Heather offers you the tissues again and you take one, blowing your nose loudly.

"Would you like to join me for a walk?" Miss Heather asks, like the idea just popped into her head.

"Outside?" You sniffle.

"Yes. There's a little bakery just around the corner from my office. I'll buy you a pastry and we can get some sunshine before the weather turns. We'll get you changed out of the sleeper and into the dress your step-mom packed for you."

"It's too short," you moan. "People will see!"

"And if they do?" Miss Heather shrugs. "They'll think 'that person needs diapers,' and go about their day."

You can feel yourself shaking like a leaf, and your teeth begin to chatter despite the warmth of Miss Heather's office. "I don't know..."

"I'll be with you the whole time. I could change your diaper first, if you like. Your step-mom gave me some spares, just in case. And some baby powder."

You blush at the idea of your therapist seeing you like that. But you suppose she won't force you to kiss the used one.

"Can we bring Mr. Kazoo?"

Miss Heather smiles warmly as she stands and reaches out to clasp your hand. You stop shivering.

"I'll buy him a pastry, too."

💕 Part 5 💕

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[anton-luvr]

can you do anton x gender neutral reader where he picks you up from a blind date your friend set up for you and you got stood up and he comforts you and they kiss or whatever 😭 sorry if this it too much

# PROMISE.

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"It's okay, I'm here."

For the first time that night, relief surges through you.

When your friend set you up for your third blind date of the week, you had a feeling it wasn't going to turn out the way you hoped it would.

And sure enough, it didn't.

Thankfully, you had Anton to come to your rescue; he was at the restaurant your date stood you up at in ten minutes.

"I swear to God, that dude's a jackass for not even showing up." Anton huffs as he leads you to his car, opening the door for you. "Get in, I'll take you home."

Sniffling, you merely nod and get into his car.

The curly haired boy sighs as he gets into the driver's seat.

"You know, maybe you should stop going on these blind dates," he scolds lightly, putting his car into drive. "They're starting to take a toll on you."

You didn't want to agree, but he was right.

For the past few months, you had been going on blind date after blind date, just to meet weirdos or get rudely rejected, which left your self-esteem wounded.

But for some reason, today hurt even more than usual.

Maybe it was because of the endless months of loneliness stacking up against you, nights spent alone in your bed.

Maybe it was seeing all of your friends happy with their partners, a bittersweet pain piercing at your heart in wonders when it was going to be your turn.

Maybe it was the stupid delusion that things would work out this time with a complete stranger that your friend said was "nice".

"God, I hate this." you groan, right before bursting into tears.

Anton feels terrible to see you crying, and he quickly pulls over by the side of the road.

"Hey, hey," he says softly, rubbing your shoulders. "It's okay."

"It's not okay!" you sputter, tears falling down your cheeks freely now. "I try and try and try, but I never find someone! Am I that hard to love?"

A sob escapes from your throat and you bury your face in your hands.

Anger boils in Anton's chest, upset to see you hurt thanks to irrelevant strangers who didn't know your worth.

But he lets you cry it out, his hand never leaving your shoulder as he rubbed comforting circles.

"Feel better?" he asks gently, passing you a tissue when your sobs finally quiet down to sniffles.

You shake your head, eyes puffy.

"I feel like shit, Anton." you admit, leaning back against the headrest.

He sighs, softly wiping away a stray tear.

"Listen to me." he says firmly.

"You're one of the most hardworking, gorgeous, talented, funniest, and most caring person I've ever met. Don't let these stupid idiots define your worth. You'll find the right one for you eventually, I'm sure."

You smile sadly at his words, chuckling.

"Yeah, maybe after ten years." you murmur.

Anton scoffs, folding his arms.

"Go on a date with me then."

Your turn to face him so fast, you hear a small crack in your neck.

"M-Me? You?" you stammer, pointing at him and yourself.

Anton doesn't know where his sudden streak of confidence came from, but he nods and leans in closer.

"Give me a chance," he whispers against your lips, cupping your cheek. "I promise I'll treat you right."

It sounds like a line right out of a cringy rom-com, but the genuine sincerity and adoration shining in his eyes says otherwise.

Your heartbeat rings in your ears, thoughts flying through your mind at the speed of light.

Never in a million years would you expect to be face to face with your best friend, his lips just millimeters away from yours right after he asked you out.

Yet it all made sense.

He was always there for you, be it at your lowest or your highest. He knew you like the back of his hand, remembering your favorite coffee order and your favorite songs.

So without hesitation, you close the distance.

Now, you've always wondered what your first kiss would be like, building up all sorts of different scenarios in your head before you slept.

But kissing Anton right now was better than anything else you could imagine.

His lips were so soft against yours, his sweet cologne tickling your nose as he pulled you closer to him. The kiss deepens, and all the noise in your head silences.

It's still silent when he slowly pulls away, his lips swollen and slightly breathless.

"I promise." Anton repeats, sealing it with a soft kiss to your cheek.

It was such a romantic moment, until your stomach grumbling loudly interrupted it.

Your eyes widen, and the both of you burst out laughing. "I think my stomach likes your promise," you joke, slightly embarrassed.

Anton giggles at this, kissing you on the cheek again. "Let's get you some food then, hm?"

You nod as Anton puts the car into drive again.

As he speeds down the roads, he keeps one hand interlaced with yours while the other steers effortlessly.

"Do you want McDonald's? Or something like Waffle House?" he asks, eyes flickering between the GPS and the road.

"Anything is fine," you assure him, squeezing his hand. "I love free food."

Anton laughs, jokingly rolling his eyes at you.

"Anything for my favorite person in the world." he whispers, smiling at you.

"It's giving simp behavior." you tease, cheeks flushing red nevertheless.

He gasps dramatically, clutching his heart as if it was wounded.

"Okay, no more free food then," he declares, shrugging.

"Hey, I was just joking!" you protest.

He laughs again, slowing down the car as he starts parking.

"Alright, time to be a simp and get you your free food!" he announces cheerfully, turning off the engine.

You've barely taken your seatbelt off when he's already out of the car, running to open your door for you.

"I see that chivalry's not dead," you say, taking his stretched out hand as you step out of his car.

"Simp behavior, remember?" he boasts.

You laugh, holding on to his warm hand.

"My best simp."

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[wickedwitchofthesouth]

Keith can play the electric guitar, and shiro can play the drums, and Adam was an exceptional vocalist. Before everything went to shit shiro and Keith used to joke about how they would form a family band if the whole space thing didn't work out.

When shiro left, Adam encouraged Keith to keep playing as a hobby. When shiro went missing, Keiths passion for it staggered, but he continued playing because he wanted to show shiro how much better he'd gotten when he would come back- because shiro was going to come back. He had too

When Adam passed away, Keith gave up entirely. Maybe it was out of spite. Maybe he didn't see any point in practising anymore. Maybe the memory of better days was just too painful to revisit. Keith couldn't give you a reason. He'd really given up on all his hobbies and interests. Anything that wasn't directly needed to help him find shiro wasn't worth the effort.

He knew shiro would hate that. But shiro was the one who left. So did he really have any say in how Keith chose to ruin his nights finding him? Keith didn't think he did.

But its years later now and theyve all found their way back to earth, ready for one last mission before the end of the line comes into sight. Keith walks into his room for the first time in years to find shiro already sitting on his bed.

Hands cradling the dust covered guitar. The strings were britle from years of sitting in a corner and its once pristine glossy red finish had been replaced by the dulling of sun damage.

If the instrument could speak, it would curse him to the ends of the earth for abandoning it the same way he was abandoned - and Keith would let it.

Still, shiro smiles at him, handing over the guitar to his brother. "You still play?" He asks as if he doesn't already know the answer.

Keith feels like he's a kid again. He doesn't want to disappoint but he doesn't want to lie either. "Not really"

Shiro gets up to uncover all the old equipment from under the sheets. Keith can see the dust partials flying in the sunbeam that's shining through the blinds. He watches shrio plug everything in, the lights on the tuner take a while to flicker on but they get their eventually.

Keith remembered how he'd kept shiros drumsticks even though Adam had thrown out his drum set one night in a fit or rage. He'd cried all night after that, Keith remembered trying to comfort him to no avail. Little hands trying to wipe away the endless pools of tears that streamed down Adams face. He doesn't like thinking about it.

He walks over to his bedside drawer. It takes a bit of strength to wriggle the old thing open, but when he does, he's pleased to see they're still there. Shiros favourite pair of purple drumsticks. Adams favourite colour. Keith remembered, and he knows shiro can't forget.

"Aha!" Shrio cheers, and Keith is pulled back into the present. When he turns around, he finds shiro standing over the equipment. Overly satisfied with himself for still remembering how to set it up. "Still got it," he says, brushing his shoulder. Keith can't help but chuckle.

Keith holds up the drumsticks and he loves the way shiros face lights up ."Oh my god! you kept them?!" He cheers.

"Theyre all I could manage to hide from adam" Keith replies as shiro takes them out of his hand. He did not mean for it to sound as miserable as it came out.

Shrio smiles ever so softly as he turns them over in his hands. "It's okay," he says. Keith knows exactly what he's thinking about. it's an odd feeling to be able to know someone this well.

Shiro takes in a sharp breath before looking back up at keith. That excited spark finds its way back into his eyes as he pushes the guitar into Keith's chest. "Your turn." he smirks, patting him on the shoulder. "Show me what you've got"

Keith stands there for a moment like a deer in headlights. It's been years since he's even held the guitar in his hands. He's not sure if he's "got" anything left.

"Shiro I don't-"

"Oh come on!! I'm sure you've still got it just give it a try"

It's an even worse feeling being known this well. Keith doesn't know what to do with it.

He carefully slings the strap over his head. He's sure the dust will leave a mark on his jacket.

"Okay, but don't laugh if I suck." he points his pick at shiro, who holds up a finger to his lips in response, but Keith can already see the laugh creeping up on his face

Keith readjusts the guitar to try and get a better grip. Something doesn't feel right. He fiddles around with it a little longer. He holds up the pick and strums a few chords, but they don't sound right. He tries to tune them, strums the chords again, readjust the strap again-

"You need to try Keith," shiro finally says. "You won't know if you can play if you don't even try"

Keith looks back at his brother. It's been nearly a decade since he last heard shiro say that. He prays to any higher power that will listen to not let his eyes give away how those words make him feel now. He doesn't think anyone is listening.

Keith takes in the deepest breath before holding the guitar again. He tries to smile. "Okay, any requests?"

Shrio taps his chin in thought, "How about Bowie?" He recommends "life on Mars? Or maybe rebel rebel? You used to love those songs"

"I might remember rebel rebel," he says mostly to himself. He strums a few chords trying to remember the riff of the songs. It takes a few attempts, but he gets it eventually.

Keith hums the lyrics he doesn't remember and the ones he does he attempts to sing

Rebel rebel, you've torn your dress

Rebel rebel, your face is a mess

Shiro joins in the chours. Well- he certainly makes an attempt

Rebel rebel, how could they know?

Hot tramp! I love you so!

Somewhere between the awful singing and questionable guitar playing, keith finds himself lost in the music. His head rocks back and forth, and he's sure his hair is a mess but he feels like he's floating. He feels like he's 14 again. He feels like they're back in shiros garage on a hot summer day and the sound of drumsticks beating on his desk turns into drums actually being played, and Adams is about to walk through the door any moment now and grab the mic.

When the song finally ends, keith finds himself laughing in excitement. When he opens his eyes again, the drums have turned back into a desk, and the mic is nowhere to be found, but Keith is still smiling. He's got it.

He's still got it

"See" Shrio cheers, pulling Keith out of his head the for second time that afternoon "I told you"

"That was awesome," Keith says, pushing his hair out of his face as he pulls the guitar off. He wants to hug it and tell it he's sorry for leaving. Shiro will think he's lost his mind, but it's totally worth it.

When he looks back at shiro, he's giving him the fondest smile. Keith suddenly feels a knot forming his stomach, he's only seen shiro make that face twice his whole life. Once when Keith got his fighter pilot rank at the garrison and second when he was selected for the kerberos mission.

He opens his mouth as if to say something but closes it again and suddenly slings his arm around Keith's neck, pulling him down to ruffle his hair even further. Keith tries to protest, but every word just comes out as a laugh. "Look at you," shrio says amidst their play fight. "When did you get this cool, huh?"

Keith finally manages to pull away, stumbling a little before finding his balance again. "I've always been this cool," he retorts, trying to card his fingers through his hair. "You just refused to notice it before"

"Nope no I'm pretty sure this is a recent development" shiro mocks,

Keith rolls his eyes but the smile his still apparent on his lips "whatever" he says, crossing his arms over his chest

He's thrown slightly off balance again when shiro throws his arm around his shoulders. But this time, he only gently pulls him into a side hug as they walk out of the room. "Well, at least we still know one thing for sure"

"And whats that" Keith asks walking in tow

Shiro shrugs, one hand around his brother the other in his pocket "if this space thing doesn't work out, we've still got the band" he winks

Keith shakes his head laughing "and are we taking audtions for a new vocalist?"

"No need to, I've already got someone in mind" shiro replies "have you heard lance sing?"

"Lance can sing???"

"Oh that boy was built for a stage"

#this was supposed to end at the first paragraph #i got a little carried away #i love them so much #they are my jo and amy march #takashi shirogane #keith kogane #adam x shiro #keith and shiro #sibilings #klance #voltron #voltron keith #vld #vld shiro #vld keith #ficlet

[cottonpuffmouse]

Warm Nights

More or less the Vash smut people were waiting for. You two get together for some late night fun. While this is not my first fanfic by any means, it is my first x-reader. Constructive Criticism is welcomed and encouraged. Also if anyone knows how to structure posts like this in a cuter way, please tell me how.

Tags: Lemon, L-bomb, Fem!Reader(if there’s a push for GN readers, I’ll start next fic), Light Body Worship, Light Praise.

Whether or not true love existed on Gunsmoke was usually left to the poets. Friendships, family, alliances, all of that existed plenty. But the feeling of being pulled to someone, of your heart trying to reach out through your rib cage, that was rare.

Did you love Vash?

You liked to think so. It had to be love if you were creeping down the hotel's hallway to his room. If you were just friends, you could walk right up to his door and bang on it until he answered. Instead, he'd begged that you sneak out of the girl's room quietly after they'd fallen asleep and go to him.

Despite your attempt at secrecy, the floorboards creaked under each step. You passed more rooms, each door one more closer to Vash's, until you reached the end of the hallway. Vash's door was identical to the ones you passed, except for the light shining out from under it.

You didn't knock so much as tap on the door quietly, feeling the wood grain under your nails. And silently it opened for you.

Vash stood on the other side, hushing you with a cheeky smile. He had changed out of his usual uniform into sweatpants and an old cotton shirt that was more hole than shirt. Through the Swiss cheesed fabric, you could catch glimpses of old puckered skin and dark grey scars. You briefly thought that this shirt and Vash had quite a bit in common before he pulled you inside.

You watched him peek outside, checking to ensure the hallway was clear before he closed the door. Then he gave you that cheeky boyish smile, like you two had just escaped a punishment together, and whispered, "Thanks for coming."

"Of course, is everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, everything's fine," he assured, making a soothing gesture with his hands. "I just figured..."

Vash paused. His face scrunched up as though he'd just done something incredibly embarrassing.

"You figured what?" You pressed.

"Well I just thought we could hang out..."

Without the group? Alone? You thought as your heart started to beat in your ears.

You suddenly realized you were the only two people in the room. It felt a lot smaller than it was, as if the walls themselves were pushing you and Vash closer. Maybe it was imaginary but you could just barely feel the heat coming off him. You rolled up your sleeves.

"Um, what do you want to do?" You asked slowly.

Vash swallowed and suddenly couldn't keep eye contact with you. He would briefly stare at you like you were on fire before glancing at the ceiling or walls. It dawned on you that perhaps a young man asking to meet in the middle of the night had less than pure intentions.

But this was also Vash. Infamous for his inability to make an actual move.

Not that you would mind him making a move. You'd traveled together long enough to see him shed that coat and show off the black undersuit. More specifically the way it showed off his chest and the endless scars running down his arms. One could just imagine tracing their fingertips over each one, riding the ruined flesh down to his hand.

Vash had held you before, though usually just to save your life or help you into a Tomas. He had warm and rough palms but rather delicate and slim fingers. The way they wrapped around your arm or waist was always gentle, always polite. Even now, when you could see his hand twitching out of ache to touch something, they stayed by his sides.

"We could play cards?" You offered.

"We...could," he said slowly.

"Is there something on your mind? Maybe something not so group friendly?"

Vash nodded like a child who'd been caught stealing.

"And maybe it doesn't have anything to do with Knives?" You questioned a bit more. Vash nodded again, his head hanging even lower. "Maybe it has something to do with me?"

"You're really good at this!" He said in shock. "Are you able to read my mind?"

"No, or I'd be able to see all your dirty thoughts," you teased.

To your surprise, a blush started to fill his entire face. Red spread from his cheeks all the way to his forehead until he was pure pink. Vash looked away and found a spot on the floor to stare at.

"I was just teasing!"

He huffed. "Fine, let's just play cards."

"Did you call me here to play cards?"

"Well I don't want you to think I invited you here for that!”

You blinked. "Invited me here for sex? Is that what you mean?"

Vash covered his face with a scream. "No! No, I mean-I just wanted to spend some time together!"

"Okay, okay," you soothed. "Let's just have a seat."

Without uncovering his face, Vash stumbled onto the bed. Then he peeked through his fingers at you - the blush still lingering.

There was a moment where the air shifted and a look of sadness wiped the rest of the blush away. His hands fell into his lap limply. Vash had that blank smile you'd come to dread when his hand came away. You felt your shoulders sink.

"Sorry," he said, a blanket apologize for his entire life.

"It's okay. Maybe we could just talk?" You sat with him on the bed. "How have you been?" You had only been next to him two-thirds of everyday for the past year. Vash shrugged, eyes staring at the peeling wallpaper.

You planted yourself in his lap. Vash could always stop you if he wanted. And with the way his hand reached for you, he wanted you to stay. “Just kiss me, Vash.”

He leaned forward slowly, giving you plenty of time to change your mind. When you didn’t, he cupped the your head and pulled you towards him. Vash's kisses were something cheeky. Gentle pecks at first, he kissed the corners of your mouth before meeting your lips proper. A heat soared through you as excitement filled your body.

Vash's lips were a little chapped, a slight drag on yours as he pushed another kiss onto you. Your hands touched his chest, thumbing through the holes in the cotton to his blazing skin.

A sparkling sensation ran down your spine as his hands touched your back and pulled you further into his lap. You couldn't help arching into Vash a little as you felt something hard press into your thigh. You were so aware of the layers between you two as his hand continued to brush across your shirt.

"You can go under my shirt-" You snuck out between kisses.

While he kissed you, his hands were very polite about slipping under your shirt and pressing across your stomach. You gasped at the contact, hot and cold all at once. His hands were still rough but they slid up your sides in a smooth manner. Vash stopped just below your breasts, thumbs rubbing the soft tissue there.

You were sure he could feel your heartbeat, especially when he pulled away to look you in the eyes. He was breathing a bit heavier but his gaze was serious.

"Are you okay with continuing?" He asked.

"I was the one who said we should kiss," you said.

Vash smiled a bit. "Yeah but...that's just kissing. And I was kinda hoping to do more than kissing."

"Yes, I want to go further. Much, much further."

"And you know you can tell me to stop at anytime?" Vash reasured.

Damn him for being so nice. The only thing you wanted was more of that simmering heat and he was being so steadfast in his morality.

You nodded, hoping the questions ended there as you drew him in for another kiss. He got the message, helping you out of your shirt before grabbing your waist again. You eased into him, letting your bodies press against each other. Vash managed to get your bra off, leaving you bare before him.

His eyes combed over every inch of you with wonder, followed soon by his hands. He ran his hands down your back as he brought you in for a kiss.

"You're beautiful." He nuzzled your chest to send the point home.

“You're beautiful," you swore to him, leaving no room for argument. To prove your point, you started to pull off his shirt. He let out a whimper of disapproval but otherwise let you rip it off him, helping you get his arms through.

It was quite a scene.

Despite your excitement, your soul sighed at the sight of the scars. Third degree burns left bright pink patches on his arms and his chest had been gouged by all manner of weaponry. He was lucky to be alive and you were grateful to have him there.

There was an artistic side of you though, one that traced your finger in loops along the ruined skin. Brushing your thumbs against what were once great gashes without hesitation. Even if Vash twitched at every touch, you didn't flinch at any bump or rough edge.

Vash's face was red again as he looked away. "Sorry. I know it's a lot."

"Yeah it is hot," you teased. He let out a yowl, hiding his face. "Oh stop it! I'm serious, I love it!"

"...Yeah?" He curled out a bit.

"Yeah," you whispered, settling in his lap again. You brought his hands back to your sides as you kissed him again.

Perhaps emboldened by your touching, Vash finally brushed against your breasts. He was gentle in massaging them, never squeezing for a moment or two. His thumbs brushed over your nipples, releasing a gentle buzz through your system.

He leaned down to kiss your breasts lightly. Each kiss made your nipples tingle. Vash licked one, his tongue sliding over the mound to elicit a twitch from you before sucking lightly. Your hands met his shoulders to keep control of him as he continued to kissand squeeze your breasts.

Without thinking, you sat back against him, looking for a bit of fiction and finding it in his hips. Vash released your chest to wrap an arm around your waist. He pulled you down against his cock straining in his sweatpants with a soft moan.

The first contact was something intense. A shudder ran through you as you felt his cock press against your underwear. Even through your panties, you felt the length press against your folds, meaning it must be quite something.

As the thought was flooding your mind, Vash switched breasts. You felt him gently bring his teeth over your nipple and a soft rush flooded you to your fingertips. It was natural for you to sigh and cradle his head as you two moved together.

You became very aware he still had pants on as you tried to grind down just a little harder, to have more of his thigh brush against your tingling heat. Finally, as just the right angle, you could feel him brush your clit. Vash's grip became insistent as he pulled your hips together.

He kissed you again and a warmth blossomed between you two. It was like Vash wanted to consume you, rolling your hips together and pressing his lips to yours.

"Ah-" Vash let out a small moan before he bit his lip. You kissed him again to open him up and were rewarded with a soft, "Yes..."

Vash stopped suddenly, reaching between you two and under your skirts to tug on your underwear. You helped him get them off you without breaking the kiss. He rubbed your inner thighs with long smooth strokes until you were pushing against him.

Between your skirt, Vash stroked your pussy. Your thighs clamped around his hand as you felt yourself clench around nothing. He gently pulled your legs apart to rub his thumb against your clit. He kept your thighs open as they tried to twitch closed, lavishing your clit in soft strokes.

You bit your lip, rolling your hips into his hand. For a fraction of a second, you thought you saw Vash smirk.

"That's it," he whispered. Vash kissed your neck as you pressed against him. The heat was building in you as he kissed up to you ear. "You're doing so well for me."

"Kn-knock it-" You tried to tease back but he pushed the tip of a finger into you. Something in you squeezed around it hopelessly before he returned to massaging your clit.

A warmth crept up your neck like the flame was trying to escape you. Your body twisted and bounced trying to feel something more than the petting touches. Your breath came in pants as you mewled against him.

"Are you going to cum?" Vash smiled down at you. You blushed and hid your face in his shoulder as you shuddered at a particular swipe of his thumb. He pet your back with his other hand, the soothing gesture in contrast with the wicked way his fingers kept pressing into you.

Just as your pussy tightened again, he slid his middle finger into you. It was an absolutely blissful pressure and feeling it slide in and out of you was delightfully dirty. It was Vash's hands after all and it felt safe to just melt in them.

So you let yourself rest against him with a happy sigh. He added a finger, testing with a few pumps before looking at you for approval. You wanted something more than his hands but two fingers were a good start.

Vash was doing a good job of keeping your mind free of anything but him, dragging the pads of his fingers against your walls. The hand on your back melted you into a puddle as he kept fingering your dripping core.

With a soft sigh, Vash pulled away and you got to see how his blue eyes contrasted with his bubblegum blush. He kissed your lips gently and whispered, "Guess it’s about time we do this.'"

"Yes," you moaned back. "Yes, it is!"

"Heh, sorry. I just wanted to make sure you were ready," he said bashfully. Vash shimmed out of his sweats a bit. Just enough to pull himself free of his boxers and let his cock slap against your thigh.

As you fought down the blush, you were a bit intrigued by it. The head of his cock was a similar color to his blush and preceded a thick pale shaft. It was maybe six or seven inches, quite large by most standards. You wrapped your hand around it, just getting your fingers around the girth. A single pump and Vash was bucking wildly into your first.

"I'm getting kinda-ah-I thought we said it was time!" He stammered as you stroked his cock.

"I'm getting a feel for it."

Vash laughed awkwardly. "You'll feel it, I'm sure."

Your eyes meet. There was a silence with nothing but you two breathing. The whole world stood still to be with you two in the moment before.

Then you got on your knees, shuffling some of the blankets away, and guided his cock to your soft pussy. The tip of his cock slipped against your folds and on your aching clit. You steadied yourself and let the tip slide into you.

His hands flew to your hips to help balance you and his fingers dug into the flesh of your ass. With a deep breath, you sank down onto Vash's cock slowly. It filled you inch by satisfying inch. Your pussy welcomed it with a tight hug as you settled into his lap.

It was clear Vash could take it from there, holding you with one arm and letting you fall back onto the bed. With Vash on top, it was easier for him to roll his hips into you and give you that last bit of his cock you’d missed.

He thrust into you slowly and pulled out even slower, languishing in the way you squeezed him. Each slow fuck was better than the last. Vash's cock rubbed deep inside you before pressing against somewhere enlightening.

Your entire body lit up like the dashboard of a dying car as he thrust again. You grabbed his shoulders before pulling him down for another kiss. His hands gripped your hips as the thrusts came faster. Tapping against your core harder and without relent, his cock was gliding against all the nerves of your pussy.

The sound of your hips meeting became audible with a shift of Vash's hips. A tight knot formed in your stomach. Through the haze of pleasure, you could hear Vash softly moaning in your ear. Your pussy squeezing around him as hot bright pleasure fluttered your middle. You were gasping for air as he continued to make that pressure build in you.

"Good, this feels so-" Vash cut himself off with gasping cry. "This is! I love you!"

He didn't seem to notice the confession, slamming against your G-spot without care for if you'd like to respond. The bed scrapped against the floor with each movement as you two lost yourself in each other.

In your stomach, fluttering with delight, you felt that knot start to become a little too tight. You started to lose your grasp on anything but his cock thrusting in and out of you. Your head started to blur into nothing but Vash and the pleasure he was wringing from your pussy.

"Vash-" You whimpered softly in his arms.

Vash nodded and released your hip. He dragged one hand down your side and over your stomach to your twitching core. His thumb started rubbing your clit in contrastingly slow circles. Your back ached, desperate to feel more of him against you.

He kissed you for the final time as that knot snapped and washed his love over you. Your body hummed as he continued rolling your hips together. Then Vash let out a high whimper before you felt something hot gush inside you. It was just enough to make your toes curl as he rode out his orgasm with long strokes against your gripping pussy.

He pulled out with a shuddering sigh. "I-"

You rushed to carass his cheek. "I'm not worried about that...just...hush."

In a boneless heap, Vash collapsed beside you and pulled you to his chest like a lifelong security blanket. In turn, you relaxed into him, throwing a leg over his. As you both tried to quietly catch your breath, you could feel Vash's warmth like it was sunshine on a cool day.

WIth his arms wrapped around you and the lingering high making you feel a bit silly, you buried your face into his chest. In the moment Vash smelled like sweat and basic body soap. Sensory bliss engulfed you as easily as sleep did.

As you let your eyelids slide shut, you felt Vash stroking your back again, softly petting you before whispering, "I meant it, you know."

You snapped awake. You sat up before reaching down and holding his cheeks. "I was distracted before. I love you too...I mean it. I love you, Vash. Genuinely and truly and not just because we had great sex."

He gave you a tired smile that reached his eyes. "Thank you, I love you too." Vash's cheeks got red again and he looked away before he asked, "You're gonna stay and cuddle though, right?"

"Yes, oh yes!" You settled back into Vash's arms comfortably. The moon peeked through his curtains at the lovers nestled together. A sigh you'd been holding for years came off your chest as you wrapped your arms around him.

There was a lot of trouble ahead of you both but fear held no captive in your heart. Maybe things weren't going to be okay. Maybe there's isn't love on Gunsmoke.

You decided start making Vash wear chapstick anyways. Even if he demands you kiss him to put it on.



#Trigun #trigun stampede #vash the stampede #vash the stampede x reader #vash x reader

[sarahscribbles]

𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏.𝟏𝐤

𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝟏𝟐 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“What about that one?” You shimmied out of the midnight blue blanket that Loki had draped around you both to point up at the sky. 

The forecast had said that the night would be clear - perfect for stargazing if you were so inclined - and the stars were glittering like tiny jewels against the onyx night. Some shone brighter than others, but together they knitted a twinkling blanket across the sky, making you feel very, very small. 

Loki’s deep laugh rumbled against your back while one strong arm pulled you tighter against his chest. With the other, he reached out to grab your outstretched hand, pulling it backwards to kiss your knuckles before tucking it back into the warmth of the blanket. 

“Your endless curiosity is endearing, my darling,” he murmured, fixing the blanket back around you and resting his chin on your shoulder. You wanted to live in this moment with him. “That one is Cassiopeia. I believe you Midgardians call it the Seated Queen or the W constellation. You can see a section of the Milky Way just there.” He poked an elegant finger through the small gap in the blanket to trace it in the sky.

“You’re such an astronomy nerd,” you teased him as he folded his hand back around your waist. 

He shuffled a little before answering, making sure that the blanket cocooning you both against the December air was snugly tucked around you, leaving no gaps for even a brief breeze to sneak in. “Top of the class in Asgard,” he answered simply, a quiet note of pride creeping into his voice. 

“Is that so?” you answered, squeezing the hand that rested on your stomach. “Cassiopeia’s brightest star?” you then asked, deciding to put him to the test, though your own knowledge of the stars was limited.

“Schedar,” he replied easily, pulling a hand out to poke your side, making you laugh and wriggle in his embrace.

He returned his arm to settle over your stomach and you relaxed back into his embrace. His chest was pressed so tightly to your back that you could feel the steady thump of his heart and could feel the steady rise and fall as he breathed. For a moment it was all you could focus on. After everything - the battles and war and Thanos - the beat of his heart and the soft sound of his breathing were a reassuring reminder that he was still here, still alive, still yours.

“That was an easy one,” you said, smiling when he nuzzled his face into your neck, soft curls dancing lightly over the small bit of exposed skin. “Give me three bordering constellations.”

Loki didn’t even pause. “Andromeda, Lacerta, and Perseus,” he replied quietly, soft lips pressing against your neck over and over in gentle, innocent kisses. 

He wasn’t shy with his affections, but you still lapped it up, cherishing every last second you got to spend with this man. “Show off,” you muttered, though there was nothing but affection lacing your words. 

He only laughed softly, nuzzling his nose against the skin of your neck. “You asked me to tell you about the stars, my love. I’m only granting your request,” he said, returning his chin to rest on your shoulder. “And I believe the deal was one kiss for every constellation I named correctly,” he prompted smugly. 

You pretended to huff. “Fine,” you said, but turned your head eagerly to allow him to kiss you.

You caught the brief roll of his eyes and his affectionate little smirk before his lips claimed yours. It was chaste and gentle and he still tasted faintly of the hot chocolate you had both drank while the stars were only beginning to shine above your heads. 

Now it felt as though the warmth radiating from each of those stars lighting up the sky was blossoming in your chest while he kissed you. 

You would never tire of kissing him. 

His left arm snaked up your back beneath the blanket to loop across your shoulders, coaxing you to turn around so you were pressed against him and sitting sideways in his lap. Your body moulded easily to his, as though your soul recognised his as its mate and craved closeness, and you swore that if you had died in that very moment you would have died with no complaints.

When his lips broke apart from yours - leaving a pleasant tingle in their wake - it was as though nothing else in the world mattered but you and him, like nothing else would ever matter but you and him. You placed one last kiss to the strong line of his jaw and burrowed into the familiar comfort of his neck and were rewarded by his strong arms wrapping around you to cradle you to him.

“I’m surprised you haven’t asked about the brightest star in the sky tonight, my love,” he spoke softly after a minute, and you swore you felt his heart speed up. 

Unseen by him you smiled, knowing that it was clearly bait for something but not caring in the slightest. “Tell me about the brightest star in the sky tonight, Loki,” you said, fighting not to laugh when he heaved a heavy, dramatic sigh. 

“Fine,” he echoed your earlier feigned annoyance. “What would you like to know?” 

“Its name would be nice.” 

For a moment there was silence and you briefly wondered if this time you really had caught him out. Then, his arms tightened around you and your name dropped quietly from his lips.

“Hmm?” you replied, believing that he was only attempting to get your attention. 

“That’s its name,” he said slowly in the same soft voice. This time, you knew you could feel his heart racing in his chest.

He was nervous.

Swiftly, you pulled out of his embrace just far enough to allow you to see his face. It was soft and expectant and he was gazing at you with so much love that you swore your heart would burst. “You named a star after me?” you asked him stupidly.

Loki’s eyes flickered briefly over your face, gazing at you with such reverence it was as though he was seeing you for the first time. “Yes,” he answered simply. Even under the cover of darkness, you could see the light dusting of pink that rose to his cheeks. 

You didn’t give him a chance to say anything more, didn’t give him a chance to do anything, but tangled your arms around his neck and kissed him, putting as much love behind it as your heart could muster. This man was your sun, your moon, your entire night sky and more. 

“I love you so much,” you said softly when your lips left his, cupping his face in your hands. 

Loki smiled - that soft smile that was reserved for only you - and reached for your hand to place another soft kiss to your palm. “I love you more than all the stars in the sky, my little mortal.”

Tags: @sailorholly @joyful-enchantress @muddyorbs @ozymdias @fandxmslxt69 @trickster-maiden @lokixryss @silverfire475 @wolfsmom1 @lokisgoodgirl @cake-writes @vickie5446 @lokidbadguy @unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men @all-envy-suyu @erynion-rogueofthegreenwoods @gortycs @katehawke @123forgottherest @fictive-sl0th @lovingchoices14 @peanutbutter-y-jams @wintermischief @gigglingtigger @kinky-faerie

#loki #loki fluff #loki x reader #Loki laufeyson

[rewrittenreality]

After A Century

Pairing: Morpheus/Dream x Reader

Word Count: 636

Warnings: None, just lots of fluff

Summary: You have been without your husband for a century and he finally returns.

A/n: I know The Sandman isn't the most popular show right now but it makes me happy so I wrote a drabble for it!

Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, your husband and the love of your life. He had been missing for over a century, leaving The Dreaming to decay and crumble. You tried to repair the once beautiful kingdom, ultimately failing because you were not as powerful as your husband. You were the deity of night and day, your power could do nothing to fix your home. 

You could not stop the wave of eternal darkness brought on by your sorrow and pain. The realm was cast into darkness, the sun never daring to shine its light. How could it? Your sun was gone, locked in a cage of glass in the waking world. The effect your hurt had on Dream’s realm was unintentional but you couldn’t control it. Your power was far too strong.

Many of the realm’s occupants had long gone, leaving only you and Lucienne in the deteriorating palace. Lucienne was your closest friend, refusing to leave you and The Dreaming like the others did. You were thankful for that, her company being the only joy left in your life. That is until the king of dreams finally returned. 

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All left in the realm had seen it. The bright blue flash of light spreading across the darkened skylines. You stood from your throne, shocked and somewhat delighted that something had arrived in the realm of dreams for the first time in years. Rushing to the doors, you spotted Lucienne hurrying towards you. 

You followed the librarian along the path to the tall standing gates, using your power of light to light the way. As you reached the gates, they slowly swung open. You scanned the area, your eyes seeing through the darkness.Your eyes landed on the figure lying in the dark sand. He was weak, it was radiating off of him. You cocked your head when you felt something strange. This man seemed familiar, almost like you knew him. You couldn’t figure out who he was, until you heard his voice. 

You froze in place, hearing that all too familiar baritone voice you had missed so much. It was your beloved Morpheus. You didn’t move as Lucienne helped the dream lord to his feet, you couldn’t believe your eyes. It had been over a century, over a century without your husband and here he was standing in front of you. You met his steel blue gaze, tears instantly welling up in your eyes. 

“Morpheus…” You whispered, trying to blink away your tears.

“My love…” Morpheus said, his small smile growing larger.

Dream outstretched his pale hand to you, beckoning you towards him. Any composure you had left in your body dissipated as you ran towards the darkly dressed man. You jumped into his arms, causing him to stumble backwards. Your sobs could be heard from the crook of his neck.  Morpheus wrapped you in a tight hug, trying to keep the tears in his eyes at bay. He placed his hand gently on the back of your head, keeping you pulled as close to his body as possible. 

“Do not cry, Darling. I am here now.” Dream held your face in his hands, his voice soft and tender.

“I’ve missed you, My sunshine. I love you.” You cried out, leaning into that gentle touch you had longed to feel again.

“And I love you, Dear one. I will never leave you again.” Morpheus whispered to you, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against your own.

As you stood there tangled in each other, the sun began to rise for the first time in a century. Brilliant light took over the once pitch black skies of The Dreaming. Your sun had returned at last. After a century of sorrow and pain, you finally had your Morpheus back. It was the best feeling in the universe.

#the sandman #morpheus x reader #dream x reader #fluff #dream of the endless

[smokersbaby]

Sixth submitted request for the July Event, enjoy! 💕 SUBMISSIONS ARE OPEN (CLICK HERE TO SEE THE MAIN POST)

Request text: Hi! How are you going? I love your work. Can I ask for prompt n.11 (sfw) and with Law and female reader? Law is on an island visiting his girlfriend (who is not part of his crew to keep her safe). The two of them are reflecting, talking about what could’ve been if Law stayed with Doflamingo (but was cured) if they never met, etc while watching the stars or looking out at the ocean at night. While talking she falls asleep and Law confesses/says something that shows she’s the only person he can be this way with (like something out of character for our usually stressed out cranky surgeon that Penguin and Shachi would do make fun of him for). Sorry it’s a lot. Thank you and have a great day/night! 💙💙 Written for: @trafalgardvivi Character: Trafalgar Law Reader: female reader Prompts:  SFW: #11 - falling asleep on your partner's shoulder Total word count: +700 Author's note: Thank you for the request! I actually do appreciate A LOT detailed requests, it helps me when my imagination is slightly off! Anyway this scenario was so cute and I loved writing it, I hope you like it, enjoy! 💕 -Every reblog is highly appreciated!-

It was such a calm night, different from most of the times when the two of you were involved in fights or dealing with other pirates, a little moment with Law that felt surreal because of what you were accustomed to. That place was a slice of heaven: no one else except you and Law on the tiny abandoned island, the sound of the waves breaking on the pointy rocks in the distance, as you were sitting one beside each other without saying a word, just admiring that endless water expanse in front of you. "I wonder where I'd be now if I stayed" Law broke the silence. You tilted your head with an interrogative expression, trying to understand what he was talking about. He continued. "With Doflamingo I mean, if I decided to not run away and live my own life. Probably I'd be like Baby 5 and Buffalo, another Doflamingo's henchman" he chuckled saying that, the image in his head felt so weird as he tried to imagine how his life would have been. "Probably I wouldn't even have met you," you said to him, making Law look at you as the full moon's light was reflecting on your faces. His expression frowned, Law didn't think about that possibility, it was only an imaginary scenario but the idea of not having you by his side in a different reality of events made him feel a void in his chest. He overlooked that detail and kept talking about how it would have been his life in a different scenario, without citing the fact that you wouldn't have been by his side because it hurt him too much. As he continued, you placed your head on his shoulders, looking at the dark sea in the night shining under the moonlight, a feeling of tiredness took over your body as you were listening to your boyfriend's talk. Soon you fell asleep on him without realizing it, Law kept going on with his hypothesis until he realized you weren't listening to him anymore because you weren't replying. "Y/N-ya?" he whispered, looking at your sleeping cute face, you had such a calm expression and that made Law smile, knowing you were comfortable enough to fall asleep on him thanks to the sound of his voice. "I'm so glad I met you. If you weren't with me I…" he stops for a second to think about how he will feel if he'd never met you. That void in his chest consumed him from the inside just at the thought.

"…I couldn't have done it without you, Y/N-ya". Law pulled you closer to him, his hand caressing your hair and moving them away from your face to plant a soft kiss on your forehead. "The way you make me feel loved and you care for me… it's something I haven't felt in years." he chuckled, thinking about how Cora-san took care of him when he was a child, it was a different situation and another kind of relationship for sure, but somehow you made him feel at ease just like Corazon did. He started combing your hair with his fingers in a relaxing way, seeing how your lips turned into a light smile. That was a thing he always loved to do since you were the one falling asleep first when cuddling in bed. Law was the kind of person with a lot of sleep deprivation and that wasn't a secret, but since you two started to spend the night in the same bed, he gained a bit of his lost sleep back because of how your presence made him feel calmer than usual. "You're my favourite person Y/N-ya" he said planting another kiss on your forehead, that was his way to tell how much he loved and cared for you. "I love you too Law" you mumbled, snuggling against the crook of his neck and making his cheeks turn to a dark shade of red as he realized that you probably heard every single cheesy word of his. That blush on his face made you laugh a bit and giggle at the same time because of how happy you were because of the words he dedicated to you. "Y-you heard everything?" he seemed to panic, looking at you with that flustered expression of his. "Every single word" You smiled and booped his nose and a faint smile appeared on his face, he was still embarrassed but somehow glad that now you were aware of how he truly felt with you, knowing that he had a special person he could trust and love without measure.

#one piece #one piece law #law one piece #one piece trafalgar law #law #trafalgar law #trafalgardwaterlaw #trafalgar one piece #law trafalgar #trafalgar d law x reader #one piece oneshots #one piece headcanons #one piece drabble #july event #one piece fanfiction #fluff oneshot #one piece fluff

[t-h-i-n-g]

🍬percy x reader where the reader sneaks off to percy's cabin at night to be with him?

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It was way too dark.

Where the hell even was the moon? Where were the stars? You thought they could shine on down through the clouds.

Well apparently not cause here you were with a tiny flash light trying to navigate your way across the grass... stealthily. No scratch that. You were the least stealthy person in the camp. For the fact you already tripped four times revealed that.

Percy said to head over to his cabin ten minutes after light out. Why didn't he come to your cabin instead to sneak in? Because chivalry is dead. It's not like any of the people in your cabin would mind anyways. They love you too much to expose you.

But the fact the boy did have a cabin to himself did give you privacy. But still he could've come to you to guide you through the endless darkness.

You took another stumble over a rock. Landing almost face first into the ground as a small 'oomph' left you. You rolled onto your back, accepting your fate that you'll be left out here to die in the middle of the night.

Or you'll just stay there until the sun shows up.

A creek of a door sounded through the quiet splash of the waves from the lake. Your body tensed as you waited to be caught.

"What the hell are you doing? I said come to my cabin not take a nap in front of it," Percy snorted, flashing a light over your body.

"This was a recipe for disaster. I swear I got like seven scrapes on my legs," you whined while Percy pulled you up. The boy laughed once more before ushering you past the door and closing it behind him. He scanned over you, not noticing anything major.

"Doesn't look like it's too bad."

"Sure that's what you say. I almost died to get here," you stated, flopping onto his bed.

"Awww, is that your way of saying you'd die for me?"

"No it's my way of saying I'm an absolute klutz."

Thank you for requesting. I hope you were happy with this :))

#300 followers #percy jackson x reader

[yesihaveaobsession]

A Whole New World

Alastor x female angel reader

Summary: Alastor surprises you with a magic carpet and you fly above and around the Pentagram.

A/N- Yall guessed it, I love this song and pictured a scene with Al and the reader (you)

As the moonlight bathed through your bedroom window, you sat up in your bed reading a book, you were too engrossed in said book to realize that there was a magical surprise waiting out above your balcony. Finally, a tap on your balcony doors tore you away from your book, that tap was Alastor's shadow, it started you and you stepped out onto the balcony only to find Alastor perched on a magic carpet, with his signature smile.

This definitely took you by surprise. It kind of surprised you in a way of how he did it, but it's Alastor, anything is possible with him. His face glistened from the starry sky.

"What's all this about?" You asked, you weren't sure what he was up to, usually it was no good, you weren't sure if this was a trap. Your curiosity piqued as you approached Alastor and the carpet. Alastor's smile only got wider showing more of his yellow sharp teeth. He then extended his claw, inviting you onto the carpet. You were for sure hesitant, there's no way that flimsy carpet was going to hold both of your weights. You looked from his claw that was still outstretched and his other held onto his cane that laid onto of the carpet, back to his eyes, it glistened with mystery and excitement.

"Come, my dear, I thought we might take a little ride above the pentagram tonight." Intrigued you placed your hand on his claw, feeling the same jolt of excitement Alastor was feeling, he pulled you and helped you onto the carpet, with a snap of his fingers you were soaring into the night sky of hell, The city lights twinkling below you.

As you journeyed on you couldn't help but feel a little captivated by the Radio Demon who sat beside you looking down with a smile. Feeling the winds in your hair, you got worried when the carpet soon started downwards, with a somewhat of a graceful descent towards a lake, you grabbed onto Alastor's arm, but you had only just skimmed the surface of the water, sending ripples cascading in your wake.

Now feeling the cool breeze against your skin, you then leant over the edge of the carpet slightly and let your hand skim the surface of the water, it felt like silk against your skin, and you couldn't help but smile.Alastor watched you with softness in his eyes, the starry sky and the light of the moon cascaded down on your face. It was a rare glimpse of tenderness in his demonic gaze. You then smiled at him with such purity. It sent shivers through his spine, and he smiled back.

As you two glided down by a field of flowers Alastor picked up your (f/f) and handed it to you, you smiled lovingly at him, you smelt it and he placed it on your ear, causing you to blush.

The wind kept blowing through your hair, Alastor started to sing you looked at him.

I can show you the world,

Shining, shimmering, splendid

Tell me, Angel

Now, when did you last let your heart decide?

Gliding in and around the city skyscrapers, a laugh left Alastor. You let a little giggle hearing Alastor keep singing, you joined in.

Unbelievable sights,

Indescribable feeling

Soaring, tumbling, freewheeling

Through an endless diamond sky.

Your ride came to an end as you were now back at your balcony, still with the flower on and behind your ear, Al helped you the magic carpet, and you smiled at him.

"Thank you Alastor that was wonderful." .

"No, thank you for the adventure, my dear." As you stepped down, you still held his hand, and he kissed the back of your hand. "Until next time." He soon snapped his fingers, and he flew away into hells night sky, causing you to stand there with glassy eyes and a smile. You took the flower from behind your ear and smiled.

#Spotify #alastor #hazbin hotel #alastor x you #the radio demon #alastor x angel reader #i have an obsession #hazbin alastor

[dreamingriven]

Fireteam Coriol [a lorebook]

Chapter One: Raging Void - I

[read on ao3]

This is the first chapter of my lorebook style fanfiction series about my original characters.

Disclaimer: This is the first writing i am putting out there since 2019. English isn't my first language, so apologies if it's rough to read. I did my best. <3

Torn into pieces I was seeking what could bring me back to life.

Phernia’s reasoning for taking the offer and joining the Dredgens was simple - belonging. When she became Dredgen Night she hoped everything would turn out for the better. But after the first few months she felt more and more alone. She wasn’t great at making friends so she mostly stuck to herself, even with other Dredgens present. They all felt her desire to be alone and let her be. 

And then you came It was like some synergy had fallen in place

Her name was Maryn, but she took Wisp as her Dredgen Name later. From the moment she set foot in the camp, Phernia knew there was something wrong with her. This easy going girl - what is she doing among people like them? At first it was only the curiosity that brought Phernia close to Maryn. But somewhere between long nights out in the wild and sleepy days inside the camp they fell in love.

Take my hate, take my fight Take away all the pain I hide

Of course Phernia tried to fight it at first. There was no point in falling in love. Not now, not ever. But everytime she tried to leave Maryn would be there - Maryn with her warmth and her love. After everything that Phernia went through when she was first risen it seemed unfair that she was experiencing this. 

Shine your love, show your light Pull me out from the endless night

I hope y'all liked it. I am planning to write more stuff soon, but there won't be a schedule (at least as of now).

#destiny 2 #d2 #fanfiction #oc x oc #original characters #phernia #dredgen wisp #fireteam coriol - a lorebook #glitch is writing

[curator-on-ao3]

For the first sentences asks (I know it's like, 3):

"I don't know what to say, but I'm going to want you till the stars evaporate - we're only here for just a moment in the light, one day it shines for us the next we're in the night. So say the word and I'll be running back to find you, a thousand armies won't stop me I'll break through. I'll soar the endless skies for only one sight of your starlight."

~ enterprise-come-in 🖖

The last note of the lyric seems to linger, then the viewscreen fades to black.

Chris recognizes the song. It’s an old one called “Starlight,” an apt choice for the person who lit his life for decades before he found out she could actually illuminate, a bright red glow of healing and hope that he had tried to forget on Starbase Eleven, those days and weeks and months when she wasn’t where she said she would be — impossible because Una never, ever, wasn’t where she said she would be — which meant something was terribly wrong.

But she purportedly sent him this message, singing, and the illusion of Vina by his side — not the real Vina, not the woman so disgusted by her own infirmities that she’s disgusted by his, too — tilts her head, blonde hair shining in the artificial light, voice echoing off the cave walls. “What do you think?”

Frustration balls the illusion of Chris’ fists. “I think it’s another trick. I think our keepers — Do you hear me? Do you hear how this isn’t going to work? — I think they want me to believe this is a real message from the real Una. But it’s not. Our keepers pulled the information from my mind that Una loves to sing, that I love to hear her sing, but that message wasn’t the real Una.”

The illusion of Vina smiles, a twisted imitation of a real smile’s curved lips and raised cheeks, repulsive in a way the real Vina isn’t, even if she believes herself to be, believes him to be also now that he’s injured. “You’re right.”

It’s as if the battery that keeps his heart beating turns to acid and he’s cold, so cold, bitter realization causing the illusion of his fists to ball up even tighter, so tight the illusion of his fingernails dig into the illusion of his palms. “What did you do to her?”

The illusion of Vina hums, some Gilbert and Sullivan song, and she twirls, one hand in the air as if conducting an orchestra, and the viewscreen is brought to life again, a video feed of Una within the planet’s cave network, a Talosian punishment not by fire — those must be for him, for his expectation of hell — but by a crowd of what look like humans and the humans are kicking her, punching her, shouting the cruel names she was called as a child. She defends herself, arms up to block the worst of the blows, probably saving her energy by not fighting back with her full abilities or by not forming the base emotions that, though exhausting, would dissolve the illusions.

Yet Chris’ anger that threatens to choke him — pure rage toward the abuse she’s enduring — confirms that this version of Una is absolutely real.

“What you’re seeing,” his base emotion causes the illusion of Vina to lose cohesion, a disembodied Talosian voice speaking instead to an immobilized Chris in his support chair, “is yet another attempt to break the female you call Number One. A uniquely willful creature. We’ve had her for almost half a year, yet she refuses to cooperate or even to speak to us except to insist that she must go to Starbase Eleven to see you. We don’t want to kill her, yet she has been most frustrating.”

The viewscreen goes dark.

And pieces of the mental puzzle snap into place. Why Una went radio silent. Why Spock came to the starbase instead of Una. Maybe even why Spock brought him here. Spock must have known the Talosians had captured Una and there was no other way to get to the planet — to get Chris to the planet — except to risk mutiny.

“We first showed you an illusion of her,” a Talosian steps in, mental communication, footsteps and the rustle of long robes the only sound, “to determine if your feelings for her remain the same.”

Chris forces his anger away enough to regain his own illusion, to stand tall, to speak: “Why?”

The Talosian’s smile is identical to the twisted one from the illusion of Vina.

And Chris knows.

“You never gave up, did you?” He’s learned the facility these last few weeks, identified Talosian weaknesses he can’t exploit by himself but could with Una’s help. “You wanted an Adam and Eve and were willing to kidnap both of us — manipulating Spock along the way — to get us.”

There’s a nod. “You will explain to her the futility of fighting us. You will tell her how your time here has been pleasant, how her time here could be pleasant as well. You both will assist us in identifying a suitable partner for Vina. These are our eminently reasonable demands.”

Chris can do that.

He can reassure Una that it’s not futile to fight the Talosians.

He can tell her how a veneer of pleasantness has allowed him to figure out a plan of escape that he’s sure they can accomplish together.

He can do what he should have done in the first place and take Vina with them, get Vina to a place where Vina can get help undoing the damage the Talosians have done to her mind, to her sense of self-worth.

“I agree.” Chris’ chest swells with truth, hope.

Veins on the Talosian’s head bulge and a cave wall slides open like a door.

And Una is there, a bloody gash across her forehead, her hair tangled and half-wild, what’s left of her Starfleet uniform caked with dried blood and cave dirt, and Chris lets hatred for the Talosians flood his mind, reassurance that what he’s seeing is absolutely real.

“Chris.” There’s a twitching by Una’s eyes, the effort of employing a base emotion to ensure reality.

And he has his support chair flash once for yes, even though she didn’t ask, even though she knows it’s him, but there’s no other way for him to communicate — yet, she said she was working on that algorithm the last time they spoke — and, if he could, he would dance, he would sing the way she does whether she’s an illusion or real, a triumphant song of yes, yes, yes, because she’s real and she’s safe and they’re going to get out of here, he’s sure of it.

[for the “send me a sentence and I’ll write the next five” ask game, for which the rules of the ask game are clearly being flouted by all concerned.]

✨this story now also on AO3✨

#five sentences ask game #i love asks #christopher pike #una chin riley #number one #star trek strange new worlds #star trek the original series #this is probably the easiest i have ever let spock off for the menagerie #can be read as romantic or platonic #pikeuna #pikeone #that got sort of heavy #blood #disability #perseverance #save vina #enterprise-come-in

[justmemethings]

Shine your LOVE Show your LIGHT                          Pull me out from the endless night It’s something cosmic                             It’s symbiotic

#rp musings #lyric musings #musings #band: starset #song: alchemy

[moved-to-piersgender]

SHINE YOUR LOVE, SHOW YOUR LIGHT

PULL ME OUT FROM THE ENDLESS NIGHT

IT'S SOMETHING COSMIC, IT'S SYMBIOTIC

TAKE MY HATE, TAKE MY FIGHT

TAKE AWAY ALL THE PAIN I HIDE

CAUSE I CAN'T STOP IT

IT'S SYMBIOTIC

#Starset #Caps

[sagemoderocklee]

⭐star⭐ for Gate Of Dreaming? although i have absolutely loved RTS to pieces that is by far my favourite fic from you overall, and i'd love to hear more about the creative aspect or your experience writing it if you're willing to share :-)

just as an aside, my favourite area was the middle section where the dream world begins to change around him and gaara, to reflect his changing feelings towards him as they became closer & he learns more about gaara. it's such a cool concept and was done incredibly well!!

ooooohhhhh i wasn't expecting to get an ask for GoD but i LOVE that fic, though i desperately need to go back and edit it (for like grammar and sentence flow, nothing major).

that fic was SUCH an experiment in writing. changing tenses is NOT easy to maintain by any means, but i really did have so much fun with that like shifting flowing aspect of the fic, and changing tenses really worked well to help indicated Lee's state of mind--when he was unaware of the dream vs when he was aware--and for the shifting nature of the scenery around them.

GoD was originally inspired by the song 100 Years by Florence+the Machine, the intro + chorus really spoke to me as like an Infinite Tsukuyomi fic:

I believe in you and in our hearts we know the truth And I believe in love and the darker it gets, the more I do Try and fill us with your hate and we will shine a light And the days will become endless and never, and never turn to night And never, and never turn to night

Then it's just too much, I cannot get you close enoughA hundred arms, a hundred years, you can always find me here And Lord, don't let it break this, let me hold it lightly Give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly

I bolded the parts in these two sections of the song that for me speak to the fic. The Idea of the passage of time juxtaposed against this endlessness, and coupled with closeness and hands. My intent was that 100 years had passed by the time Lee and Gaara broke completely free of the dream and fought the GoD Tree. And of course, it was possible for Lee and Gaara to share their dreamscapes because Lee--being someone who we know can and does fight in his sleep--broke through his own cocoon into Gaara's, and once the physical connection was made--holding hands--they were bound up in each other's world. And of course, the slow progression of falling in love with Gaara over the course of 100 years, the dream!Gaara that Lee was never truly making love to, etc really encapsulates the line "i cannot get you close enough"

i also pulled imagery from the second chorus verse:

And then it's just too much, the streets, they still run with blood

the redness of the moon/the eye for the jutsu was fun to play around with as a visual

finally, this part of the song is really the progression for Gaara falling in love with Lee without the audience truly being aware or Lee or the God Tree:

I let him sleep, and as he does My held breath fills the room with love It hurts in ways I can't describe My heart bends and breaks so many, many times And is born again with each sunrise And is born again with each sunrise

i think this part really hits the scene where Lee and Gaara are getting married in Suna, and the subsequent 'honeymoon' where Gaara is desperately trying to break Lee out of this dream of them making love. he gives up (i let him sleep) and in doing so is hurt over and over, but it's ongoing (And is born again with each sunrise) and eventually he has to break lee out of it.

i really love florence+the machine songs as inspo because all her lyrics are SOOOO poetic and they tell SUCH a story and it is incredibly easy to hit the beats of the song in a story in an organic way.

and as a final note: i loved writing the scene with Lee like playing a made up homemovie of them as kids being friends. that was such a fun, self-indulgent little moment, and it worked really well to subtly shift the feelings Lee had for Gaara and show the God Tree what was truly in Lee's heart (because even he didn't know, repressed man that he is). the way this story flowed together was so fun and i think because it was a dream world it also just let me play around with things in such a fun way, like inserting them playing as kids

anyways i hope this answer was fun for you to read! thank you so much for sending it! im absolutely so happy i got to talk about GoD for a bit! i know a lot of folks really love that fic, and i'm always so happy when an older fic gets that attention!

#gaalee #end of year asks

[oflgtfol]

torn into pieces i was seeking what could bring me back to life and i swore there were voices saying stop pretending you will never feel alive and then you came it was like some synergy had fallen in place of everything missing in me shine your love show your light pull me out from the endless night it's something cosmic it's symbiotic take my hate take my fight take away all the pain i hide cuz i cant stop it it's symbiotic send me your lifeline when i don't seem to be finding better days lend me your daylight and when you're trapped inside the rain i'll do the same something so strange everytime you walk away the energy fades until you come back to me shine your love show your light pull me out from the endless night it's something cosmic it's symbiotic take my hate take my fight take away all the pain i hide cuz i can't stop it it's symbiotic (symbiotic, symbiotic) so shine my ship is adrift in the night need the flame only you have inside when i'm stuck out on the darkest side only you reignite me shine your love show your light pull me out from the endless night it's something cosmic it's symbiotic take my hate take my fight take away all the pain i hide cuz i cant stop it it's symbiotic shine your love show your light pull me out from the endless night it's something cosmic it's symbiotic take my hate take my fight take away all the pain i hide cuz i cant stop it it's symbiotic (symbiotic, symbiotic, symbiotic, symbiotic)

#brot posts #music #starset #im TOTALLY normal about this song :]