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First Love
A one shot. Carlisle and Esme fall in love and never let go.
Her hand pressed lightly on the heavy oak door, feeling the grain of the wood under her fingertips. It felt heavy under her palm, representing a solid, genuine barrier between her and him. She paused, listening to him shifting in his chair, suddenly unsure what to do.
She wanted to slip confidently into his study. She wanted his amber eyes to watch, appraise, and want her. She wanted the corners of his mouth to turn up ever so slightly. She wanted him to whisper come here whilst holding his palm out. She wanted to walk confidently towards him and ease the ache in her chest. She wanted to be able to run her fingers through his blonde hair. She wanted him.
Her legs moved between her heart's desire to crash through the door and her cautious, conscious mind. Suddenly, her weight shifted, and her palm pressed against the door, breaking the barrier easily.
‘Esme?’ Oh, his voice, she thought. Soft, velvet, full of concern with a hint of surprise. ‘What do I owe this pleasure?’ Pleasure…
Her eyes lowered to his desk, and he swiftly gathered the papers together, moving them out of view of her prying eyes. Was that her name she saw in his beautiful cursive writing? She doubted herself, even though her vision would never fail. She feared her heart would influence her mind to conjure such dreams.
‘Edward mentioned that you had the charcoals in here’, her voice strained. She realised she was holding her breath not to inhale his scent. Finding it uncomfortable, she let the rush of air flow through her nose and took a slow breath in through her mouth. Breathing this way muted his scent but did not stop her from absorbing every little detail. He had not bathed in 5 days. His scent was thicker, smoother, and intense. She could smell the forest on him, the ink from his musings, the leather from his chair and his undeniably sweet masculine scent.
‘Are they? I believe the charcoals were in the library’ Carlisle stood from behind his desk, his scent rolling off him in waves as he moved closer to Esme. Her heart stung with disappointment and flared with anger at Edward. He must have known they were not in here. He set her up again. ‘Shall I help you look for them?’
‘Not if you have work to do’, she timidly said as he approached her. His face was soft and inviting. He looked down from his statuesque height, and Esme felt the intensity of his eyes roaming across her face. Lately, this intensity burned her insides, accumulating in her tummy with jolts of heat flashing down into her undergarments. Undoubtedly, if she were human, her face would be flushed.
‘Think nothing of it, fair maiden. I cannot pass an opportunity to help with a quest as important as this’ His face broke into a smile, lifting her soul with it. She couldn’t help but laugh as he held out his arm for her to take as they turned towards the door. She delicately threaded her arm under his to lay her hand gently on his forearm. It was slowly becoming easier to be closer to him.
Unknowingly, they both desperately craved each other and intimacy, and these slow and steady milestones were all helping to get them to the precipice of love. It wouldn’t be long until the other grasped a lingering hand and then was never let go. As the days fell away, their eye contact increased, distance decreased, and soon, they could sit together, read, debate and create.
It took three more moon cycles until whispers of love were carried softly between the pair. The desperate I love you fell from his lips as she gently twirled in his arms beneath the starlit sky. Her steps faltered, and if it weren’t for his arm holding her up as they danced, she would have melted. Eyes wide, body still pressed against him, her breath escaped her.
‘I love you with all my heart’, she replied, shocked at her honesty. The words flowed as if they had been said before, as they had always been known.
‘With every fibre of my being,’ His voice was smooth, soft and low. His forehead leant forward and met hers gently. Their breath was entangled and combined, creating them.
Their scent, their love, their desire.
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✋ - A hand carding gently through their hair
For Mina or Lukas?
They'd done it. They'd acted like teenagers, and drank all night.
She'd waited until it was thick in his blood, drank straight from a red-stained, sweet smelling bottle. And for the first time in centuries, she felt intoxication as much as vampirism would allow her.
Lukas was trashed but he thought it was worth it, his tolerance still strong from his life at the club prior. She'd fed him, too, cooked something to sink into his tummy before hand so he wouldn't get too sickly.
Now, they were laying on the front lawn, staring up at a clear sky and giggling like school-kids. They'd talked, laughed, cried already and now; they were merely letting the liquor take it's course and pry them open to each other. As the galaxy bathed them in moonlight.
Lukas swore he'd never seen her light up, like he did under a full moon. He'd never heard her laugh so hard, rasp so genuinely; never seen the tears in her eyes from her jaw cramping with her smile.
He'd cried once already just from admiring her and when her skin tinted a pale blue, she looked like a divine from another planet. Entirely away from earth, somewhere far beyond what such a simple asteroid had to offer.
Mina had faced the same reaction. Felt the same joy build in her chest as they rambled and followed each other like lost puppies around their home. She'd learned so much about him, listened to stories that took her through a dozen different emotions but all the while; she fixed on gemstones that could sink ships and turn up lost in the ocean.
He turned so pale, so ghostlike, the color of lace on dresses, in attics. His eyes looked lively, bright; like he'd been a child of the night all along. Lukas looked so much more grim, more manly, when the lighting sloped his face and proudly gave up his experience and age. Newfound stubble had lined his jaw and it suited him, a shadow across his face that spoke of a leisurely lifestyle. Freedom to do and look how he pleased.
When they looked at each other, they paused, held glances of two kinds of adoration behind hooded eyes and fluttering lashes.
He'd reached out for Mina's cheek, pulled her closer when he rolled onto his side and left the hundredth kiss on chilled lips they'd exchanged since she'd gotten off work.
He pushed back straightened hair, felt it slip through his fingers as he tucked it behind her ears. He tasted like brandy, a liquor that stained her memories but she lavished when it was candy coated with his lips and flavor.
"I like it both ways, but natural is my favorite.." He commented softly, when they'd parted for his sake of breath.
"Yeah..? You like the wild look? This took me hours so it's staying for a while, but I thought it'd be a change."
"I like the fact I can run my fingers through your hair and not pull any curls out.." Lukas mused, a small hiccup parting his lips and earning a bashful grin. "A-And I bet.. with how long your hair is, i-it'd make a nice, thick braid to w-wrap around my hand while we f-fuck."
Mina couldn't help but laugh, as he muddled with frustration now that he'd contracted the hiccups while trying to say something so sexual. "You make a good point, just a funny one when you're being electrocuted by hiccups."
"F-Fuck you! It's because I kiss you too long and hold my breath-"
"You have a nose, Lukas, why do you hold your breath?"
"I don't know! B-Because! Because breathing is t-too distracting, I just want to f-feel. Your lips, your t-tongue, your teeth.. I just w-wanna feel it without anything else in the w-way."
Mina felt such a building urge to laugh, it was almost incontrollable, but he'd moved a heavy hand to rest against her head and thread through the forcefully heat-sorted curls. Her piqued smile faded, despite how broken his words were and how much his body jumped with ridiculous contractions.
"D-Do you have anything like that? T-That you do, because you just w-want to tune into the feeling?"
She hadn't remembered closing them, but she opened her eyes to look at him again and realized the answer was in the motion itself. He held his breath to feel her when they kissed and she closed her eyes to feel his hand in her hair.
"When you play with my hair, or run your fingers through my hair, I guess I close my eyes to make it feel stronger. To tune into it and really feel it." Mina replied, shifting closer to lift his jaw higher with a curled hand; guiding him back to herself for another uncoordinated kiss.
When they were both too dizzy to go on, had to rest on soft grass and each others limbs, his lips tilted with another smile and she mirrored the emotion without thought.
"So you like it, that's why you do it to me so much, isn't it?" He asked in curiosity, lazily drifting fingers in small circles around her head.
"I suppose it is, I know how nice it feels so I like to instill that sensation." She whispered, head lulling against his hand and prompting it to become more active when she caught his attention. "But the sound of your heart does the same thing to me."
"I think that last kiss, took my hiccups away.." He stated against the conversation.
"It's because you held your breath again," Mina assured with an amused grin.
"You're probably right," Lukas gave a longer pet this time, extending his arm with hair between his fingers until he'd run to the ends. "Close your eyes, just enjoy it for a minute.."
She obliged the suggestion, laid against his bicep while he traced through her hair, ran along her hairline. Her skin prickled with goosebumps, waves of calm raced down her body to meet every end of her nervous system. It invoked pleasure, relaxation, such comfort it made her feel warm with a sleepy haze.
Then she heard it thumping. A little faster, harder than normal but so steady and rhythmic, like a drum for a silent chant.
"I think, sometimes, I've already died.." Lukas whispered and the morbidity of his comment startled Mina's eyes open to look at him.
"I can't imagine this shitty life giving me someone so beautiful, and so miserably perfect." He lamented, voice dropping octaves the more he softened to keep up his words like they were bound in secrecy.
"I don't think an angel would blow you in the shower- but the sentiment is still sweet." It was her turn to make him laugh, but he easily fell back into the same endearing look when she'd closed her eyes again and couldn't see it.
"It's miserable because I don't have forever, to spend it just like this, looking at the woman I want to spend the rest of every second of my life with." What he was suggesting, curving in through his voice, she hoped it was the alcohol talking. She couldn't imagine turning him. Stealing his humanity away. But she'd never sat and thought about him dying from something inevitable, instead of preventable.
"We have time.. plenty of it, before you have to think like that."
"I'd ideally like you to still want to fuck me instead of leave me in a nursing home," The tension was smoothed with another joke and a laugh before he spoke again. "But I want you to think about it.. about turning me.."
"We'd never be able to get drunk again, like this," Mina tried and yet when she looked at him, he was staring so intently it almost embarrassed her.
"No.. but I'd still let you drink from me," Lukas had traded hands, curled the one she'd been resting against around her to change his pattern up. He wove through long locks, scratched along her scalp in such a way her shoulders fell.
"Vampire blood doesn't taste good, not to other vampires.." She informed briefly and he couldn't stifle his snort.
"Neither does blood washed in tequila and brandy, but sometimes, when you feed, it's not about the taste and I can tell..." His voice held amusement but his words weren't exposing, she knew she made it obvious when she just wanted to be close. When she wanted to touch, be close, have an easy introduction for sex; she drank from him. Sipped against his skin, bit in to turn him on and licked as it barely slid out of his body.
"Kind of like when you pet through my hair because you know it feels good..." He'd shifted to light scuffs, soft rakes in a methodical pattern from crown to nape. She'd gone limp, bordered sleep the deeper she fell and gave into the toxic alcohol.
"Can we.. keep talking about it in the morning..?" Mina mumbled in a heavier daze, barely able to focus when he scratched over fading tattoo ink on her scalp and brought tingles of bliss to each deadened nerve.
"Yeah.. Yeah we can talk about it more in the morning." Lukas was content with her answer, the fact she hadn't shut him down made him smile. She wanted to consider it when they were sober, gain more depth on their mutual thoughts and feelings and it was only responsible of her.
"Kiss..?" She asked again, blindly reaching for his face and finding his head to pull him closer. Another soft exchange was given and she rolled closer into him, hooked him with her leg and snuggled into his chest once they'd parted lips.
"We should go inside.. if we're going to sleep.." He tried, adamantly suggested with no motivation in his limbs to act. Not once he'd started generating heat against her and felt the same bliss start to push and pull through his hair. “I don’t want you getting sunburnt..” 
She'd snaked up to mimic his movements along his head, dainty fingers carding through raven strands and following the curve of their wisps. It really did feel good, in a way he wasn't able to describe.
"Nuh-uh.. we're camping.." A silly, barely audible mutter from the vampiress.
"Yeah.. I guess we're camping."
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Their domestic life is the cutest thing I’ve ever written and I love every second of it. /sob/ Now if they can just survive to get there.
Thank you for the req Lunar! <3 It’s always a pleasure. I ended up kind of tying it into both of them; but more primarily Mina. 
Emoji ask from [THIS] ask game. Still taking them, so feel free to anyone who may want to ask! 
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"3, 2, 1..." (Yuzu and Ibara)
SEND “3, 2, 1…” FOR A NEW YEAR’S KISS FROM MY MUSE (from @dokuhebi-tactician I’M SORRY I’M SORRY I’M SORRY I’M SORRY tw wounds, blood. Set in their past. Lots of hc)
Biting cold hitting him all over, Ibara laid down in the freezing floor, arms and legs full of red and purple bruises extended wide and blue eyes focused in something far over his head… He searched for reassurance in the unchanging sparkle of the stars far above, in the clear silver of the moon, but before his eyes there was nothing but dark gray threatening with rain.
His own breath becoming blurry lines of white, soon to disappear in the endless darkness that surrounded him, he closed his eyes slowly.
The pain was real. And so was the blood.
The cold and loneliness were there; tangible.
Unlike the light of the stars that would disappear behind the clouds all too soon, and unlike the warm of a blanket that might be taken away from him.
Even if it was New year’s… did that hold any meaning? Would that change his life in any way? Would that grant him warmth and ease the pain?
If it wouldn’t, then he didn’t cared. He didn’t wanted it.
It could disappear just like the stars.
The metal door behind his back opened with a creak, and he tilted his head enough to take a glimpse back.
“Yuzuru?”
The familiar boy, wrapped in a winter jacket far too big for his small body, smiled as he sneaked through the small space on the door to get outside.
Sitting up to greet him made his whole body sore, but Ibara stood it with an unfaltering smile.
Yuzuru sat by his side, and both of them squeezed together inside the over-sized jacket, little arms wrapped around each other.
Yuzuru was warm and his hands were soft. Much more than Ibara’s. And he was kindest too.
If the stars were hope…
Then Yuzuru was Ibara’s brightest star.
Yuzuru wouldn’t disappear from his side.
Yuzuru wouldn’t abandon him.
Yuzuru would always be there.
Smiling.
The bells rang. The year was coming to an end.
Yuzuru cheerfully suggested to wish for the next year to be better. For them to get away, and for happiness to come their way. For freedom, and love, and kindness.
Happiness.
Freedom.
Ibara couldn’t really understand it. Just like he couldn’t understand love, or kindness, or hope.
But he knew one thing.
As long as Yuzuru was with him, he’d be able to do anything. He’d be able to face anything.
Because when he held Yuzuru’s hand in his own like this, the pain seemed to disappear. And when he saw that smile, he was able to smile himself -even if it was just a lie, a mask.
“I don’t care. As long as I can be with Yuzuru I don’t care about any of that” he chirped.
Yuzuru then kissed his cheek.
So Ibara kissed his cheek back.
They then laughed until their tummies hurt. Only stopping to look up at the sky.
And where Ibara had seen nothing but darkness and solitude before, little dots of white started to appear. One after the other.
The stars were falling from the sky.
  It’s snow Ibara~ This must be a sign that we’ll get our freedom
And they did. At least Yuzuru did.
But what was the point of freedom if his only hope and light wasn’t there for him? If his one star slipped from between his fingers, like the snow of that day had melted as he tried to hold it in his hands.
That next year Yuzuru was gone.
And Ibara realized, he was all alone from the start.
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Lost: The Adventures of Lethallan and Kadan Part1
       Lethallan was a tiny fairy, with long curly blonde hair that was streaked with strawberry and caramel highlights, and big round amethyst colored eyes and thick full lashes.  Her lips were full and she usually kept them painted with the juice of red berries. Her ears were larger than most fairies, and where they usually pointed at the tips for the others, hers curled over a little.  She loved this uniqueness of her ears and adorned hoops with with precious gems attached through her ear tips.
     Today was a normal in the forest.  It was early spring and Lethallan was helping the trees and flowers grow; when she saw a a bright a vibrant colored flower that had fallen to the forest floor she would pick it up and decorate her hair with it.  The streams were flowing and soon would be filled with life.  Her friends from the animal kingdom would be waking up soon, and she wouldn’t be so lonely.  It’s not that she didn’t have friends within the fairy community, but most of the other fairies rather not be her friend.  Lethallan doesn’t mind, she’s always been an outcast and the few friends she has, she keeps close to her heart.
      Deep in the woods, in a cave, lives a dragon named Kadan.  Kadan was almost an adult dragon, and he lived on his own, like the rest of his kind do. His scales were silver and deep sea blue with lime green specs.  Each talon on his fingers and toes were kept sharp and in pristine condition.  His wings were large and if expanded wouldn’t fir in his cave.  His wings were made of a shimmery luminescent membrane and attached to cartilage.  His wings were very sensitive but very durable.  His eyes glowed green in the night when he wanted to be seen and were so sharp, he could see a field mouse running through a field.  His frost glands were finally in their final stages of development and this made him very happy, because he would finally be an adult.
    Even though dragons lived solitary lives away from one another, Kadan was lonely.  Kadan learned many moons ago that everyone and everything feared dragons. He yearned for a friend, for someone, anyone, to get to know him; to see that he really is a friendly dragon.  
     With sadness in his eyes, kadan walked over to the opening chamber of his cave and stared out into the night sky.  The moon was full and there were very few clouds in the sky.  He scanned the Heavens until he found the brightest star, he closed his eyes and made a wish: “Please, Io< send me a friend so that I may never be alone.”
    io heard this, and looked to Tamara.  The sadness in both their eyes was evident to one another, for the pain and loneliness in Kadans’ pleas and heart shook the God and Goddess.  They felt his pain and his longing for a companion and needed to help.  With his mind connected to all the dragons on earth, he searched their minds and desires looking for the perfect companion for Kadan… sadly nothing.  Tamara searched and finally found the perfect friend, only it wasn’t a dragon, but a small fairy with curly yellow hair and eyes the color and sparkle of amethysts.  Even though this fairy would never admit it, she was also in need of a friend.
    Back in the forest, Lethallan wandered deeper until she reached an area she had never been before.  In unfamiliar territory, Lethallan was a little frightened.   There was no way to be sure she wouldn’t run into trolls or goblins, for everyone knows that trolls and goblins love to eat fairies.  Deeper and deeper Lethallan wandered until the tops of the trees shadowed the ground below and the waters in the stream were icy cold.  Critters that Lethallan had never seen before littered the forest floor.  With fear shaking her to her core, Lethallan flew and flew until her tiny shimmery moon colored wings couldn’t keep up and she fell to the ground. “Damn it, Lethallan, you’re being silly!” she scolded herself, “Stop with such negative thoughts!  Putting them out there will  make them real!”  She brushed the dirt, twigs and dead leaves off her dress and out of her hair.  she was still shaking from fear, but at least she could laugh at herself!  Giving her wings a break, she walked deeper still, taking in all of her new surroundings.  Off in the distance, there was a faint light from a fire, but Lethallan wasn’t paying attention, her mind was elsewhere.  Still laughing at herself for jumping at shadows, Lethallan didn’t see the goblin until it was too late and it nabbed her!  He wrapped his hand tightly around most of her torso, holding her as still as he could manage so she couldn’t get away.  Lethallan tried as hard as she could to twist and bite her way free, but it was no use, she would surely be this goblins dinner.  With tears running down her face, she struggled more and more trying to break free.
    “Let me go!” Lethallan cried, but the goblin either didn’t hear her plea’s or just didn’t care! Weeping, Lethallan looked around trying to find a way to break free and escape home.  She scanned the massive old trees, trying to see if any woodland creatures were hiding and able to help… she scanned the ground, but alas, there was no one in sight to help.  Starting to feel hopeless, and panic setting in, she looked to the sky, hoping to find an opening in the tree tops so she could see the sky one last time.
    The goblin, who was so hungry his tummy was rubbling, took shelter in the first cave he could find.  The cave was massive.  There were plenty of twigs, fallen branches, old dead leaves and rocks.  Off to one side of the cave was a giant boulder, and, opposite that, a semi-hidden entry to go deeper into the cave.
    “After dinner, I shall make a shelter deeper in the cave and set up my bed roll in a safer spot, but for now I must prep for dinner.” The goblin mumbled to himself, as he digged through his pack for a pan and his fire starting kit.  He found a small length of rope and used it to bind his meal so it could not escape.  The poor fairy wriggled much, but could not break free.  The goblin got pleasure watching his prey struggle.  He started to gather the twigs, branches and leaves to set the fire.  He had arranged some rocks into a circle and built a nice hot roaring fire.  
    The smell of smoke confused and alarmed Kadan,  There was an intruder in his home! “Who would be foolish enough to enter a dragons home?”  Kadan mused aloud to himself.  Moving swiftly, Kadan followed the scent of smoke through the passages of his cave until he found the one thing foolish enough to enter his cave: a goblin.  Kadan did a quick scan of the chamber and noticed the tied up fairy that was desperately trying to break free of her bindings.  Kadan felt pity for the poor fairy and as quietly as he could manage, crept up along the wall and ran his sharp talon to slice the rope and free the fairy.
    There was fear in Lethallans’ eyes as she looked upon the dragon!  Frozen in place, her mind raced!  Do dragons eat fairies?  Aren’t they extinct? Am I now going to be an appetizer for this ancient creature? With her binding freed from her body, realization washed over her mind.
    “Thank you! I must flee” Lethallan whispered, but it was too late! The goblin noticed the dragon and the now freed prey!  The goblin drew his sword and swung it fiercely at the dragon.  The goblin was filled with rage at the loss of his meal.  With foam and spit spewing from his mouth and rage and hunger spreading and controlling his body, the goblin tried to besst his foe in battle.  The silly goblin got one good stab in the dragons torso before he was eaten alive.
                                     THE END FOR NOW!
                                 Original Story by Leannan420
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