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sunflowersunshinevol6 · 4 years

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Adore You [H.S]

Summary: Harry meets Lily in the summer of 1965, after graduating Uni he flies to the states to work as a photographer. It's at one of his boss's house parties that they meet and sparks fly.

But when Harry is asked to go to Viatnam and photograph the horrors happening there, will the distance tear them apart? And what about the darkness surrounding him when he returns? Will she be able to heal him.

And she...she's not the same either.

Taking in the beauty of the sixties, this is a love story that spans years and culminates in one final admission. Harry will always adore her.

Chapter One:

"And we drink our coffee and pretend not to look at each other." Charles Baudelaire

The party was in full swing when Lily arrived, nervously walking up the path to her old friend's home. People lingered outside as music thumped from inside. It reminded her very much of the parties they attended at Berkely only three years ago. It was amazing how time could fly and people could change.

"Lily!" The first person she sees is dear old Louis Tomlinson. The two of them had dated in college, albeit briefly, but that hadn't gotten in the way of their friendship. Lily rushed into his open arms, laughing as her friend embraced her warmly. "Let me get a good look at ya love," she smiled, not realizing how much she had actually missed his accent. He had come from overseas. England to be exact, a town called Doncaster. She loved his heavy accent.

He took in her outfit. Lily wore a creamed colored skirt and white blouse tucked into it. She wore a pair of black ballet flats and had a few gold bracelets on her wrists, not one for jewelry, she decided to skip the rings and a necklace, fearing if she got to drunk she may actually lose them.

"You look lovely as eva," he praised, causing her to blush slightly.

"I could say the same about you," she complimented back, almost shouting in his ear. Louis wore a white button down shirt and grey slacks. He would look good in a paper bag. Lily thought jealously. He was always so effortlessly cool looking. "Have you seen Marie around? She invited me and I never got the chance to thank her." Louis shrugged, bringing his beer to his lips.

"Not since the party started actually. She's been a proper host." The music changes, The Beatles 'Love Me Do' begins to play. "Fancy a dance love?" Louis shouted over the music. Lily nodded, taking her friend's hand as he set down his beer.

They made their way through the crowded living room, Louis pulling her in front of him as they begin to dance. Louis was never good at it, jerking and playfully teasing Lily with his moves. She couldn't help but laugh out loud at just how silly she was.

"I never realized how much I missed you." She said as he pulled her close after spinning her out. She can feel him grin against the top of her head.

"Missed you too, Love." The sound of a motorcycle pulling up outside stops their conversation. Heads turn towards the door as the music dies down and people look to see who's got the bike.

With the front doors of Marie's house open, Lily can just see a glint of black metal under the street lights outside her home. A shadowy figure getting off the bike and walking up the path towards the house. People begin to disperse, the momentary curiosity lapsing as they go back to their conversations and alcohol. But Lily looks on, curious.

"I thought she said she didn't invite him." She heard Louis say behind her. His voice slightly strained.

"I'm sorry, who?" She asks. She watches Louis swallow hard before explaining.

"His name is Harry. He's a photographer, it's rumored he does a lot of boudoir and naughty pictures, no one knows for sure. He's sort of a bad boy mystery." Lily watched as the man took off his helmet, shaking out thick curly locks that she instinctively wanted to run her fingers through.

"Oh." She said nearly breathless. He looks up, hooking his helmet under his arm. Lily feels her heart skips a beat when he locked eyes with her. His eyes were green, so light and pretty, she had to look away before she got lost in them. "I better go find Marie. She is the reason I came tonight." Lily said, clearing her throat.

"Right." Louis said, reaching out to hug her. He could see Harry was watching them, a blank expression on his face as Louis pulled away. "I'll talk to you soon...and Lily," he reached for her hand before she walked away. "Stay away from 'im please. I don't know what I'd do if you eva got hurt." Lily gave him a sweet smile before walking off to find Marie.

Harry didn't usually come to these things. He perfered to keep to himself, stay at home and catch up on some reading or work on some pictures he'd taken. But Marie was his boss and she'd been nothing but kind to him since he started working for her. It was almost a dream really, right out of Uni he had gotten the call. Someone in the States had seen his portfolio and really admired his work. It had all gone from there. So if anything he was grateful for the opportunity she had given him.

Everyone had stared at him when he pulled up on his bike. It was still a work in progress, but he hadn't thought it looked that shitty. He avoided the stares and questioning looks as he entered the party, hoping to only say hello to Marie and then leave.

It was when he had taken off his helmet and felt someone staring at him that he saw her.

She stood in the corner of the living room, right by the record player, eyes locking with his intensely. Her dark hair fell down around her shoulders in simple, loose curls, brown eyes gazing at him with curiosity. She looked away too soon.

Lily never ended up finding Marie. She pushed her way through the crowded house and out into the fresh night air. There were a few couples scattered about here and there but everyone was mostly inside, the party was kicking up a notch and that was her cue to head home.

She thought about the man. Harry, as she kicked pebbles with her shoes, arms crossed against her chest as the cool breeze swept through her hair. She should have brought a jacket maybe. But it had been warmer earlier so she hadn't thought to. It was close to midnight and she could feel exhaustion seeping into her bones as she walked the three blocks to her apartment.

The rumble of a motorcycle behind her startled her, causing her to cry out and nearly stumble. She turned to see the head light of the bikes nearly blinding her as it came to a stop beside her.

"Hey," the driver pulled his helmet off and she felt her heart jump into her stomach. It was him. "Need a ride?" He asked. Lily opened her mouth to reply but thought about Louis's warning.

"No thanks. My apartment is close."

"It's a little late to be walking home alone don't you think?"

"I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself." Harry grinned, she was quick. He shut off his motorcycle, climbing off of it and steering it towards the curb. He let up the kick stand and walked back over to Lily, shimmying out of his jacket.

"Here," he offered, holding out his coat. Lily was taken aback by his demeanor. He spoke to her so easily, as if they were friends and hadn't just met. "I noticed your arms. A bit nippy out tonight yeah?" Wordlessly Lily takes the leather jacket, it's heavy, but warm from his body heat as she wraps it around herself.

"Thank you." She managed.

"No problem....please. Let me walk you home. I can't leave without knowin' ya made it. Would weigh heavy on my conscience." Lily laughed softly at his words, he seemed so formal, almost stiff.

"I suppose. As long as you don't plan on stalking me." He smirked, coming to walk beside her.

"Course not. My mum raised a gentleman."

"How did you find me anyway?" She asked. He shrugged, shoving his hands into the pockets of his Jean's.

"Was goin' home myself an saw you. Couldn't jus let you go off alone." She nodded.

They walked in silence for a bit, Lily didn't know what to say really. She was surprised and impressed by his kindness. But Harry's growling stomach ended up speaking for both of them.

"Sorry." He said shyly, patting his belly. "Haven' are in a while."

"There's a diner around the corner from my place....if you wanted to stop and grab something really quick?"

"You sure that's alright?" He asked her.

"Sure. I'll buy, pay you back for your chivalry." He chuckled, shaking his head.

"No need to do that love."

Frankie's was a 24 hour dinner. Lily came there many a night during college to cram for exams and drink enough black coffee to kill her. It was her place, but it felt a little weird bringing Harry there. She only just met him.

"Hey Martha." Lily said as they slid into a booth by the window. The older woman had walked over almost immediately, throwing Lily a kind smile.

"Who's this handsome young man you've brought with you?" Martha winked at Harry. He smiled, unable to contain his laughter.

"'m Harry. Nice to meet you." He held out his hand.

"My what a gentleman." Martha said, dramatically crossing her hand over her heart before shaking his. "What can I get you kids?"

"I'll have a chocolate milkshake and a burger, everything on it." Harry raised his eyebrows slightly. Lily was a little girl, he hadn't expected that.

"And you?" Martha asked.

"I'll have wha' she's havin' sounds good." Martha scribbled the order down before walking away. Lily cleared her throat, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"So your accent? You're british?" Harry nodded.

"Proudly."

"What brought you to the states?"

"I always wanted to be a professional photographer. Went to Uni for it. When I was getting ready to graduate we had to set up our portfolios. Marie saw mine and liked it. Offered me a job almost a week after I graduated. So I took the time to get the paper work done and now I'm here on a work visa." Martha brought out the milkshakes. Lily took a long sip of hers, savoring the chocolate taste on her tongue.

"So that's how you know Marie."

"How do you know her?"

"We were roomies in college. We went to Berkely together. She was into all the marketing and stuff. I went for Women's studies and Philosophy."

"I'm impressed."

"Don't be. It's not that great."

They chattered a bit more before their food came. Lily learned that Harry had one older sister and two older step siblings. The way he spoke about his mother and his sister, you'd have thought they hung the moon and threw the stars into the sky. Lily found herself listening closely, palm on her chin as she focused on his words and the calm slow cadence of his voice.

"Tha' was delicious." Harry said, licking his fingers. Lily laughed dipping the last fry into ketchup. She started to fish out her wallet, only for Harry to hold up his hand.

"I said I got it Harry."

"At least let me split it."

"Fine." They split the bill and each leave a little tip, waving good bye to Martha as they left the diner, it was later now, nearly two in the morning and Lily could feel the exhaustion catching up to her.

"How much further from your flat are we?" Harry asked. He reached out, taking her hand in his as she led him down the street towards her apartment.

"Right here," she said, turning towards a painted white door, surrounded by a wrought iron fence and bricks. Harry walked her up to the door, taking his jacket back as she shrugged it off her shoulders.

"I'm glad you decided to walk me home." She acknowledged, a small and sleepy smile on her face.

"I'm glad you let me." They stared at each other for a moment more, electricity vibrating between them as they locked eyes. Harry swallowed hard, leaning forward to kiss her cheek.

"G'night Miss. Lily."

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ahs-requests · 5 years

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Hey would you be willing to write something with Michael where him and the reader meet while he is still in Hawthorne (and she is also a witch) and he is really into her because she is one of the only girls who doesn't swoon over him and eventually it leads to smut with sub! Michael. So sorry this is confusing lol

not confusing at all! this ran a liiiiittle longer than expected 😬

*edit: i just saw this said sub michael and not dom im literally blind ugh sorry

WC: 2.6k

Pairing: Hawthorne!Michael x Witch!reader

The witches of your coven are in the midst of their trip to Hawthorne. You’ve spent your days practicing spells, working with the boys, and begrudgingly listening to all of your fellow sisters gushing about the Boy Wonder. You try focusing on the work at hand, helping out a class of young warlocks, but your friend talks your ear off. “Have you seen his eyes? Or his plump lips? How does he keep his hair so perfect throughout the day? Have you heard he’s slept with half the witches?” You’re one more comment away from losing your mind and casting a spell to make yourself permanently deaf.

Michael Langdon. Just his name is enough to make you roll your eyes nowadays. All the witches sit in their lunch circles talking about all-things-Michael while the boys sit and talk about how Michael may just be their new Supreme. You’re sick of it all and count down the days until you return back to your coven. Three days, you tell yourself, just three more days.

You sit alone at lunch, picking at your food. The chatter in the lunchroom comes to a halt when the door opens and Michael saunters inside. Everyone falls silent, Michael never usually comes in at this time. With him here, they have nothing to talk about. You watch him as he looks around like a lost puppy, holding a polished red apple in his hand that’s as pristine as his overall semblance. His light blue eyes meet yours and he grins, starting to walk to your empty table. Shit. You shift in your seat and return to picking at your food, pretending you hadn’t noticed him.

He slides into the seat across from you. “Pretty quiet in here,” he comments, his voice sounding a bit shaky. You just nod, refusing to look up at him. You’ve formally met him when you came here, you couldn’t avoid him since the warlocks treat him like the second coming, but nothing more than that. You never wanted to get to the “small talk” stage, you came here to keep your head down and do your work.

A pretty witch from a different coven sits at your table, she’s never talked to you before. “Hey y/n, what’re you eating there?” she asks with an overly enthusiastic smile.

You lean back on your seat and look behind the girl, her friends are all staring at her and whispering amongst themselves. “Food,” you respond dryly.

“Cool! How do you two know each other?” she jumps on your answer. She leans over the table; her whole body is twisted towards Michael. You can’t help but let out a snicker at her desperation, she doesn’t even acknowledge your existence.

“We don’t,” Michael responds for you, taking a bite of his apple. She’s about to open her mouth in response, but Michael puts up a finger. “If you don’t mind, I want a moment with y/n.”

Your heart drops and you feel the pretty witch shoot you a dirty glance before excusing herself from your table. Michael lets out an exasperated sigh when she leaves. “Sorry about that,” he apologizes. Again, you press your lips into a line and respond with a nod. You can see him become restless in his seat at the corner of your eye. “Did I offend you or something?”

You finally look up at him; his eyebrows are furrowed in confusion and he wears a small frown. You never thought that the talk of the town would be so concerned about your opinion of him. “No,” you respond shortly. You get up to throw out your, now, cold food. He stands with you and you naturally roll your eyes. “Don’t you want to hang out with them?” you ask, nodding towards a group of witches that are practically eye-fucking him.

“No,” he shrugs. He follows you to the garbage. “Y/n,” he sighs and grabs your arm; you look up at him and he lets go. “You seem cool, you’re the only witch here that hasn’t talked to me just because…” he trails off.

“Because you’ve got a big dick?” you joke.

His face knots in embarrassment. “Who told you that?” he keeps his voice low. You shake your head and walk away, but he continues to follow, keeping up with your pace and walking beside you. “So, how are your classes going?” he starts up with the small talk again.

You stop in the hallway, the other witches and warlocks are starting to notice you and Michael together, you don’t want them to get the wrong idea. “Look, Michael, this isn’t going to work out between us,” you explain, gesturing to the space between the two of you.

He stuffs his hands in his pockets with a shrug. “We can’t be friends?” he presses.

One of the higher-up warlocks walks in between the two of you and you scratch your head, peering around the room for other witnesses. Your coven sent you here because they trusted you, doing a good job could move you up in the coven, you wouldn’t want to jeopardize that because of Michael. “I know you, I’ve heard stories about you,” you whisper-shout. “I know it’s not ‘just friends’ with you.”

“Come on, you don’t have to be so straight all the time,” he laughs, “loosen up a bit.”

“Can we talk about this another time?” you ask, still worried about people seeing the two of you.

“No. You’re leaving in a few days and I’d kick my ass if I didn’t shoot my shot,” he explains, taking a step closer to you. You take a step back, still anxious of what others would think. “Y/n,” he nudges, “come on.”

You can’t think of a rebuttal or a strong excuse to get him off your back, your mind keeps drawing blanks. And a single thought whispers: maybe it’s because you want to go with him. “Okay,” you break down, “let’s talk about this somewhere else. I have a class to teach in twenty.”

A shit-eating grin plasters on his face and you’re instantly regretful. He puts his hand on your back to guide you to a room, but you keep shimmying him off. When he opens the door, there’s a neat king sized bed and papers that are tidily stacked on a desk in the corner. It’s clear that this is his room. He shuts the door behind him. “This isn’t what I meant by somewhere else,” you try backtracking. The little voice whispers again: you knew he’d take you here.

“Where else would I take you?” he asks. “This is my only room; I don’t own the school.”

“Whatever,” you roll your eyes, “it was a mistake to even give you the time of day.”

You’re about to leave, but he blocks the door. You don’t try much of an attempt to maneuver around him. You have a spell to whip him out of your way, why don’t you use it? “I like you, y/n. You just need to chill out a bit.”

“Chill out?” you cross your arms over your chest.

“Yeah,” he whispers, “loosen up. I know the perfect spell.”

You step closer to him; you’re only inches from him, feeling the warmth of his body radiating onto yours. “And what’s that?” you whisper back, slightly tugging at your bottom lip with your teeth.

He takes in a deep breath. “I think you know,” his voice drops. He takes a finger and hooks onto the strap of your lacey bra. He runs his finger down the strap, getting closer to your breast with each anticipating second. “And I think, deep down, you love to loosen up,” he whispers, letting go of the strap and snapping it against your skin. You jump a bit and he smiles.

You’ve spent this whole trip hating Michael. You hated hearing about him and listening to other girls drone on and on about him. Maybe you’re just another notch in his belt, maybe somebody bet him to sleep with you. At this point, you don’t really care. Now you see the pillowy softness to his lips they all rave about; the softness to his skin, his impossibly angular jawline, wavy golden locks curled to perfection, and his captivating cerulean eyes. You were enchanted, just like the girls who’ve irritated you these past few weeks.

Michael can see in your eyes; he can see you falling for him by the second. “I haven’t loosened up in a while,” you finally admit. He tilts your chin up and leans down to give a soft kiss on your lips. When he parts from your lips, he cocks an eyebrow as if asking if it was good. You roll your eyes, feeling like they’re never stagnant with him. “Is that all you got?” you tease.

He smiles. “That-a girl,” he praises, snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you flush against him. He ravages your lips with his kiss, biting slightly on your bottom lip with each possessive smack. He walks you over to his bed, tugging at your clothes to come off. Your mind is in such a whirlwind that you’re not even questioning your obedience to his childlike vehemence. You start undressing yourself, but Michael’s so hungry that he rips your button down off, unveiling your scanty bra.

As soon as your shirts off, he’s clawing to undo the hooks and expose your bare breasts. His hands are thirstier for you then his lips; picking at your clothes, eagerly grabbing every curve, he can’t get enough of you. You pull your black skirt off for him and start unzipping his pants, he works on his shirt. “You’re the quiet witch,” he says, finally undoing the last button on his shirt, “the quietest witch always likes to get fucked the hardest.”

“Mhm,” you agree, biting down on your bottom lip.

He pushes you onto his bed, crawling on top of you and locking onto your lips again. His large hands grab at your breasts, harshly massaging them with his greedy grip. Michael pulls out your tits and leaves your lips to suck on your nipples, lightly biting at the tip of the stiff peaks. You gasp at his fervor and he smiles against your breast. His hand discovers your wet pussy and starts rubbing your clit in small circles, your breath becomes uneven. His charming blue eyes look up at you as he plays with your cunt.

He leaves your breasts to kiss down your torso, but stops when he reaches your pussy. He pauses in front of it, his hot breath teases you and makes your whole-body tingle. He inserts a finger in your hole and you moan in pleasure as he works his finger in and out of you, slowly adding in more fingers to loosen you up for him. “Baby, you have such a pretty pussy,” he sighs, kissing the inside of your thighs.

“I want you inside me already,” you beg, fighting not to crush him in between your legs.

You don’t have to ask him twice. He stands up and pulls himself out of his pants, discharging the longest and thickest dick you’ve ever seen. You can’t help but wonder what flaws this man has. He holds his cock in his hand, spitting a stringy wad of saliva on the tip and working it down his shaft. You prop yourself on your elbows, aching to taste him, but he pushes you down back onto the bed. “I’m in charge here, baby,” he reminds you, keeping a sturdy hand on your chest to keep you in place.

You accept his dominance and lay down, waiting for him to enter you. He presses himself into your folds. You gasp when the head grazes your raw clit. He stands over you, getting amusement at how desperate you’re crave his cock. He holds himself in one hand and massages your breast in the other. “I want to hear you beg,” he asserts.

You moan, feeling your body tense up with any pressure added to your cunt. “Please, I want to feel you inside me, Michael,” you whine.

He brutally smacks your tit and you weep a surprised yelp. “You can beg better than that,” he mocks, the head of his dick is trying to force itself inside of you, but he denies you the satisfaction. He waits, hand held up to give you another smack.

“Please, Michael,” you beg, throwing your dignity out the door completely, “I want your thick cock inside my tight pussy, please, use me like the whore I am.”

He smirks, “If you insist.” In a matter of seconds, the head of his cock is pummelled into you. Your breath gets caught in your throat as he moves himself deeper into your tight cunt. He climbs over you, slowly entering you, revelling at the dick-stricken faces you’re making. You don’t even try to entertain him; you can’t manage to make any other faces but shock at how much he fills you up. His dick gets deeper and your pleasure grows stronger.

You grab his arm for support, digging half-moon shapes into his skin with your nails. “You take me so well, baby girl,” he praises, starting to push himself into you faster. You feel him getting so deep that it feels like he pushes on your belly. Michael shuts his eyes, driving himself into you balls deep and letting out a guttural moan. You moan with him, still trying to adjust your spasming cunt to his fat cock. You let out louder moans, feeling a wave of ecstasy pour through you as he drills you harder. He puts a hand over your mouth, suffocating your moans and saving the two of you from getting caught.

You reach for his hand, yearning to let him hear your screams, let him hear what he’s doing to you, but he keeps his hand firmly against your mouth. You can see he’s also holding back on his moans, rolling his eyes back and letting out stifled groans. You lose feeling in your legs, you feel your cunt convulsing, fingers scratching. You know you’re about to cum. “Mmm mm mmm,” you try to warn Michael, but he still covers your mouth. “Mmm!” you scream.

He takes his hand off of your mouth. “What’s that, baby?” he asks you, wiping the matted hair from his forehead.

“I said I’m gonna-” you’re cut off buy your own orgasm. You grab his back and pull him onto you, your face burying into his bare chest. You feel him let out a choppy laugh. With his chest heaving over your face, he continues pounding into you and your fingers bore into his skin, ripping his back to shreds. Your legs tense up, toes curl, breath hitches; your world stops for a moment. Then, all at once, everything starts again, you let out a loud groan and your pussy spills all over his bed. You loosen your grip on his back and he gives a quick kiss on your lips.

By how quick Michael’s pace picks up, you can tell he’s also close to release. He puts a rigid hand around your throat, squeezing as he uses your pussy like his own sex toy. “Give me all your cum,” you prompt, your voice squeaking from his grip around our neck.

This sends him over the edge, he rolls his eyes and lets out an animalistic moan from his chest. He pulls himself out of you, cock practically twitching in his grip as he jerks himself over you. “Give it to me,” you beg, “please I want it right in my dirty mouth.”

“Mmm,” he moans. You open your mouth for him and he presses his head to your tongue. “You’re such a dirty slut for me, baby,” he admires, giving long strokes to his hard shaft. He leans over you when he’s coming, his face twisting in pleasure. He shoves the pink tip of his cock into your mouth and spills his seed on your tongue. You let it lay on your tongue for a moment, showing him how good you’ve been to him, before swallowing it up.

He sighs and falls onto the bed next to you. He puts his arm around you and you swat it off, jumping to your feet and dressing yourself with your clothes littered on the floor. “C’mon stay for a sec,” now he’s the one begging.

You throw on your clothes and steal his shirt since he ruined yours. “No time,” your voice is raspy from his incessant choking, “I have a class to teach.”

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silke-doomflare · 4 years

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A fateful encounter

Valentione’s day had always been one of Lareine’s favorite festivals, but this year she was somewhat disappointed. After a long, loud argument from both sides, Varg had let her drop her duties at the manor and travel to Gridania. Lareine had asked Varg to join her, but he had stated most of festivals to be just claptrap and waste of time. Lareine had asked Arsene too, but he had politely declined and also mentioned something about jobs undone.

She had never, ever seen either of them having fun! Did they even, ever? If not, how it was even possible? Lareine was certain if one didn’t party hard time to time, they’d eventually get sick from too much work or go crazy without themselves even noticing. She would definitely need some help in softening them, she thought. It took way too much time to do alone.

It was already getting late, but it didn’t slow down the celebrators. Colorful fireworks dappled the black sky and lanterns were kindled. Some of them were sent flying and some sailing. Every place was full of beautiful colors, delicious food and good music.

Most of Lareine’s money had gone to airship tickets, but she still had a couple of gil left. She ended up buying a stick with cotton candy on it from one of the stalls. Where would she get money from to get back to Ishgard? No point worrying about it now. Time to party! She wouldn’t let some stiff old men ruin her fun.

Lareine was wandering around the faire, watching people come and go. Everyone else had someone with them. People had either come there with their spouses, dates, family or friends. She seemed to be the only one by herself.

Like cherry on the top of her jealousy was the damned love labyrinth. People who entered had to go through the labyrinth without straying too far from each other, while dodging moogle traps. When they got through, their names were announced to the cheering crowd nearby, and they also got cute prizes to take home: heart shaped cakes, cookies, pink ribbons, plushies… Gods damn it, what Lareine wouldn’t have given for a pink mammet toy with a heart shaped tuft on her night desk?

Suddenly Lareine bumped into something - or someone, she thought to herself, when she heard another surprised, high-pitched cry in addition to her own. She was too slow to grab a better hold of her pink cotton candy, and she could almost see the horrendous situation in slow motion, as her precious delicacy fell towards the sandy, partly muddy ground. There was a soft thud, and she noticed strawberry soft ice with marshmallows in it, laying at her feet next to her cotton candy. Shocked, Lareine lifted her gaze from the ground to in front of her, and was staring into huge, turquoise eyes framed by ash black, messy hair and round eyeglasses. The otherwise cute, bookwormish appearance didn’t fit at all with long, black, high-heeled thighboots and detailed, pompous looking robe usually worn by archmages. The female viera didn’t seem many years younger than Lareine was. “How dare you?! Look what you did!” she screamed, pointing at Lareine with a pale, petite hand with long, black claws and pretentious, huge ring in its index finger. “Watch where you’re walking!” Lareine inhaled deeply. “Get a new fockin’ pair o’ glasses, four-eyes, and watch where yer goin’! Tha heck ya doin’ ‘ere alone aniway??” she cried loudly with as unattractive voice as she possibly could whatever happened to pop up into her mind. “Yer boyfriend left ya, because yer a such a clumsy fockin’ shite? Ya lost ‘im into da heckin’ labyrinth, ya blind excuse for a friggin’ ‘little miss moonshine?!” They both fell silent for a moment, during which the viera’s facial expressions shifted very fast. First she looked aghast, then furious, then suddenly, distinctively accidentally jubilant, and finally annoyed for letting herself slip. They both burst into hysterical laughter at the same time. Lareine wasn’t even sure what they were laughing at, but she guessed eventually they were just laughing at each other laughing. Finally the viera managed to gather her self control enough to stop giggling and wiped a tear from her eye. Some passers by were eyeing at them disapprovingly, but she didn’t seem to care. “Oh gods…”, she blurted and briefly examined her clothing, probably making sure there was no ice-cream in it. “You sound like a vulture.” Lareine opened her mouth and was very close to start yelling again, but then the viera added, grinning kindly: “They’re my favorite birds.” Lareine closed her mouth, while the viera took a step closer and offered her hand. “Silke Doomflare”, she introduced herself, trying to sound formal, but her huge, beautiful doe eyes and extravagant make-up watered it down quite effectively. They shook hands. “I’m so, so sorry about my outburst”, Silke started to explain, while shaking Lareine’s hand very rapidly. “You know, I’ve had the absolute, worst day ever… actually the worst week ever and this was my first chance in ages to have some fun, and then…” She shook her head. “But you’re absolutely right. I should’ve watched where I’m going. And I mean, pff, it’s just ice-cream”, she made a dismissive gesture with her other hand. “I can just buy a new one.” Finally Silke noticed she had forgotten they were still holding hands, and she quickly yanked it away like she had just gotten electrocuted. Lareine blinked at the fuzzing viera in front of her. A weird sensation washed over her. Was it the suddenly died outburst? Or the huge, pretty doe eyes behind those round glasses? Or this weird girl holding her hand? Lareine had not felt like this since… “N… No, I should ‘ave watched where I go”, Lareine confessed. “I was lost in mi thoughts. It’s been friggin’ ages since my last visit to any public happenin’. Name’s Ir... Uhh... Lareine, by tha way. Lareine Kira.” The name brought a sour taste on the viera’s tongue, but what could she do? Better safe than sorry.

Would it have been inappropriate to shake hands again? Lareine scolded herself for even thinking about it.

“I dink I spent mi last gil onto dat friggin’ sweet, but whutever”, she continued. “I’m gettin’ an overdose o’ sugar o’ dese decorations and lovebirds all over da place anyway.” Lareine put her hands behind her back and shifted her weight from one foot to another. “So.. DID ya lose yer boyfriendo into da friggin’ maze?” Silke stared at Lareine in disbelief, blinked her eyes for a few times and then gave an incredulous laugh. “Honey, please”, she said, while making the dismissive gesture with her hand again. “I’m way too busy with my magick studies to waste my precious time on boys. Besides, they mostly just manage to annoy me. You know, most of them I’ve met…”, she lowered her voice into a whisper. “…have their brain down there.” She pointed somewhere towards the ground. “And I really enjoy the old-fashioned, functioning brain more than -” Suddenly she closed her mouth so quickly Lareine could hear a faint snap. “Oh gods, I sound like a zombie!” Lareine could almost see into Silke’s head, how it was cramped full of old, dusty bookshelves. Silke wasn’t quite sure where things were stored, and when she tried to take something from the dangerously swaying pile, a bunch of others also fell out. “I’ve been holding you back for a good while already, Lareine”, Silke noted finally, interrupting Lareine’s thoughts. “Allow me at least to buy a new cotton candy for you before I go.” “N-no need”, Lareine exclaimed, shaking her head and lifting her hands in front of her. “Like I said, I already ‘ad an overdose o’ -” “Then allow me to give you money for something else you’d like -”, Silke was digging something up from her pocket. “N-no, I don’t wanna -”, Lareine tried to deter. “Take the damn money or I’ll throw it into the nearest lake!” Silke hissed, gently grabbed Lareine’s wrist and dropped a bunch of gil on her palm. The coins were so shiny they looked like brand new. The mage bowed politely and was about to turn to leave. “Actually..!” Lareine cried out. “Ya haven’t been ‘olding mi back, Silke. Quite the contrary! Tha main reason I was on such a bad mood was because I ‘ad to come ‘ere all alone. Tha only two I asked to come wid mi are soo fockin’ busy all tha time, damn married with deir works dey are…” Silke blinked again, looking surprised. Then she laughed. “Are you kidding me? I could’ve said that.” Lareine looked at her curiously, while she continued: “I also asked my sister to come with me here, and she, too, declined - surprise, surprise: because of work! So I came alone.”

They stared at each other for a moment. “Well, if ya insist -”, Lareine started and slipped the coins into her pocket. “Well, if I’m not disturbing -”, Silke started at the same time. They both fell silent, waiting for the other one to say their thing first. A stubborn smile tried to creep its way on Silke’s face. “Show me where the damn cotton candy shop is”, she ordered grandiloquently, while pointing randomly somewhere towards the crowd. “We go there first. And then we go to the ice-cream shop. And after that… hmm, do you happen to like games?”

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #viera #silke doomflare #iris ymir #stories

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lostinshawnsmemory · 5 years

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I Don’t Care #SummerCampFest

A/N: When @rulerofnocountry mentioned the idea of a songfic challenge I knew I wanted to get involved. I picked ‘I Don’t Care’ cause I like the concept of not caring about everyone else when you’re with that person whose opinion means the world to you. That and I really like the song

Word Count: 1030 words

Shawn did the rounds as he manoeuvred through the massive crowd. He was at a party thrown by his record label, Island Records and even though he was there with loads of his peers and his team on a gorgeous rooftop in New York, but he really didn’t want to be there. It wasn’t that he didn't like coming to events like this one, it’s that the person he was looking for wasn’t there. At that moment he turned and saw exactly who he was looking for.

You’d worked at Island Records for 18 months and had just started feeling comfortable there. Working in public relations and marketing was your dream and the fact that you could combine it with your love of music was the cherry on top. That being said you'd never felt comfortable at corporate events like this one. You had no issues at parties but there was something about events like these ones that made you felt out of your depth. You were surrounded by loads of artists and their managers as well as the label execs and while everyone wanted to have fun, there was an air of formality that no one could shake.

Shawn had seen her at the Island records office numerous times, they had even had pleasant conversation numerous times in the elevators and she was always warm and inviting, except now. She looked stiff and awkward like she wanted to be anywhere else but here and at that moment he knew what he needed to do.

You felt a light tap on your shoulder. “Hey there stranger.” you knew that voice, you’d spoken to him a few times when you ran into each other at work. You turned and looked into the smiling eyes of Shawn Mendes. “Hi Shawn” you replied nervously, he always made you nervous, there was something about his easy smile and the way he looked at you like you were the only person in the world. You instantly started twisting the ring on your middle finger, your nervous habit. If he noticed, he didn’t say anything about it.

“You look like you’d rather be anywhere but here,” he stated sympathetically. “You’re half right,” you replied with a laugh. “Well, I can’t leave yet so how about we get you something to drink?” You needed a drink, if you were going to spend time with Shawn, you needed liquid courage. As you headed to the bar, your thoughts were in overdrive. You had no problem talking to celebrities as you had to interact with them, given your job description, but whenever Shawn was around you became a nervous wreck, while he seemed to be the definition of a calm and collected rockstar. “Y/N” you vaguely heard your name as you thoughts swirled around your head. Then you felt his hand on your arm “Y/N?” you snapped out of it. “Yes?” you replied quickly snapping out of your reverie.”I was asking what you wanted to drink?” Shawn looked at you expectantly. “Oh yeah! A Moscow mule please,” you asked the bartender politely. When the two of you had your drinks, you turned to him, “So how are you? you asked awkwardly holding your drink in your hands. And at that moment the DJ thought it would be a great idea to play Sucker by the Jonas Brothers. “Sorry I can’t hear you.” Shawn motioned over the music. “Great,” you thought, “we’re actually trying to talk and we can't hear ourselves.”

“How about we go somewhere a little quieter to talk?” You shouted, “That sounds like a great idea.” He replied. You both walked off away from the crowded bar, to find somewhere to talk and could hear each other over the music.

“You okay?” he turned to you when you finally got to a secluded balcony. “You looked like you wanted to be anywhere but here” “Im fine” you shrugged “Formal events like this make me feel really awkward is all. I never feel like I can actually have a good time, the whole thing feels really reserved. And I don’t feel like I fit in.” You didn’t mean to tell him all that but it all comes tumbling out. “If it makes you feel any better I considered leaving until I saw you.” He gave you a heartwarming smile. “Really?”’you asked with genuine surprise. “Yeah. These things get kinda boring unless you’re with someone you want to spend time with.” “And you want to spend time with little old me?” “I really do.”

After a few more drinks you’d began to feel more comfortable, he was really easy to talk to matching you joke for joke. You both talked about work and found out that you both loved the 1975 and thought Matty Healy was the funniest person on the planet. You’d talked about family and friends and traded funny childhood stories. There was something about Shawn Mendes that made you want to tell him everything about you, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. As you were walking back to the bar to get more drinks you could heart ‘I don’t care’ over the speakers, you turned to Shawn and started lip-syncing “Shall we dance?” “Hell yeah!” He replied laughing. The two of you made your way to the dance floor under the watchful eye of everyone in attendance. Usually, you’d never want to be the centre of attention but you’d had just enough to drink that you didn’t care and Shawn was absolutely loving your boldness. ‘Fuck it’ you thought as you started dancing to the beat, and less than 10 seconds later Shawn joined in. The two of you were having a fantastic time and after a few minutes of awkward shuffling, more people joined in and before you knew it everyone was letting loose and jumping around.

When the song ended, you returned to your secluded balcony. ‘That was fun” Shawn laughed, out of breath from all the dancing. “It was.” you replied, “we should do this more often.” The second you said it a silence descended between the two of you until Shawn said. “Yeah, we should.”

#shawn mendes fanfiction #shawn mendes fan fic #shawn mendes #songfic #shawn x reader #my writing #summer playlist challenge

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darkhymns-fic · 5 years

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Parallels

As a Chosen, Lloyd will be expected to take on the journey to complete the World Regeneration. Of course he would rather stay in the village with Colette and live his life alongside her.

At the very least, he could give her something to remember him by.

Fandom: Tales of Symphonia Characters/Pairings: Lloyd Irving/Colette Brunel, Raine Sage, Genis Sage, Dirk Rating: G Mirror Links: AO3 Notes: This was written for @frayed-symphony for a Secret Santa exchange! This fic was based off her Chosen Lloyd concept which she has drawn fantastic art for (here and here). I’m so glad I was given the opportunity to write something for you and for this idea also! (And over 8000k, I’m sorry haha). You’ve been an awesome friend and this story is just a small way of saying thank you!!

Lloyd

On one of Lloyd’s past birthdays – 14 to be exact – Colette had seemed surprised that he was getting her a present instead.

“But, it’s your birthday! I should be getting you something…” Although she couldn’t take her eyes off the little carving of a doggy figure he was just finishing up. They were far from the Church, far from Colette’s house even, in a part of Iselia’s forests where few others would stumble upon them. At least not yet.

“Hm, I don’t really care about my birthday that much,” he said once, and maybe that had already been too much. But just then, he had just finished his gift, remembering what the dwarf had taught him when the pastors weren’t paying attention. “And it’s more fun making stuff for you!”

He would never forget the way Colette’s eyes lighted up. How happy she seemed to be at one of his first attempts at crafting. But as long as Dirk kept visiting the church, and as long as Colette kept being his friend, he wanted to give her even more.

In the distance, they heard some voices call out to Lloyd. Although not by his name.

“Ah, I’m sorry,” Colette said then. “I hope I don’t get you in trouble.” She held the doggy statue safely in her palms.

Chosen, Chosen One the wind kept repeating. Lloyd shook it away.

He took her hand then, the one free of the statue, and smiled. “Hey, if you want to get me a present, you should take me exploring! I don’t think we’ve done much of it lately.”

Colette had smiled too, gripping the boy’s hand tight. Once they rushed away from the voices, Lloyd had sometimes imagined that they were both running away from those voices forever…

“Chosen! Chosen One!”

Lloyd had been trying to work on the necklace for the past three weeks, but there was always something interrupting him. The knock on his door, along with the insistent calling, was just another one of those.

He instantly put away his tools and the nearly finished necklace in a small tin box. Doing it fast enough while also not scratching up the jewelry proved to be a bit challenging, and he probably just made more noise that way. He could already hear the pastor grumbling outside his door. “J-just a minute!” he called out, going to a nearby cabinet.

“Chosen, this is the fourth time this week you have been late for your lessons. Punctuality is highly important-”

“Yeah, yeah, no problem!” Lloyd was trying to fasten up his outfit. It always felt so stiff and hard to move around in, but just getting away with the shirt and pants he slept in never cut it. (He tried). Once everything was set, he finally opened the door, totally not looking like he had been up half the night working on his project. “Okay, I’m set!”

Even after a lifetime of being at the Church, he never knew how to talk to the pastors, always so proper and formal in their speech. The old man looked at Lloyd with a certain air of disapproval – just a little bit, for he was still to be the savior of their world after all. He inclined his head slightly to Lloyd, maybe too much. Lloyd thought the big hat he wore would fall off from the action, and even shifted a little to catch it if it did.

“You’ve been doing so well lately in your memorization of the scriptures, Chosen. It would be beneficial of you to simply focus on that than on other, less vital pursuits.”

…Crap, did the old man already find out what he’d been doing? Lloyd shifted nervously on his feet, which probably didn’t help his image. “I just overslept a little! Sleeping is pretty important!”

The pastor didn’t argue, because it was frowned upon to argue with the Chosen. A little loophole that Lloyd had found out about when he was little, and may have used it to his advantage numerous times.

Well, until his dad got involved.

Lloyd pushed that thought aside and was more or less nudging the pastor away from his room’s door to get going. “Anyway, uh, let’s go! Got a lot of books to get through!” And man, was there a lot of books. He could read fast and well with all the years of book-reading he was forced to do. Not like he enjoyed it, but what else could he do?

“My, I must apologize then, Chosen. It is good to see you eager for a lesson!”

Lloyd put on a big smile until the pastor turned away to head for the stairs. Once unseen, he was back to frowning. The old man really was old and had not noticed Lloyd had long stopped following him. The Chosen watched him descend the steps, then leaned back against the wall, sighing so deeply it pulled at his chest.

Was there really a point in having more lessons?

As a Chosen, there wasn’t much Lloyd was allowed to do, and there weren’t many places he was allowed to go either. He was salvation itself, so he needed to be safe, and to stay safe, he needed to remain within the Church at nearly all times until he went to school. Going to school had always been something he’d look forward.

But as time passed, it was getting harder to enjoy much of anything.

Anything except the necklace, which he had been working on day and night – whenever the priests weren’t paying attention. At the very least, he could leave something behind for her, hoping that was enough.

And… if he had to choose, he would rather go through all this than anyone else… He imagined briefly of another dealing with the role of Chosen and it only made the ache inside him worse.

It was better this way.

Down the stairs’ corridor, he could hear the confused mutterings of the priest. He rolled his eyes and quickly followed after. Just something he would have to go through. Again.

…Still, these lessons dealt with way, way too many books.

Living at the Church did have some benefits though.

For one, it was right by the beach, which Lloyd had definitely snuck off to on more than one occasion. Colette had worried if it was okay for him to go, and Genis had worried he would trip against one of the rocks and crack his head open, thus ruining Sylvarant’s one chance at salvation. But that had only nearly happened one time! Making highly detailed sand castles with Colette, and burying a napping Genis in the sand, were things he didn’t ever want to trade away for just being safely cooped up in his room.

Another was that he got to see Dirk a whole lot.

Just after another mind-numbing book lesson, he made his way down to the atrium, the place more wide, the walls helping reverberate the sounds of his footsteps. He was glad to see the dwarf there, already setting up another work sculpture of Martel. Or maybe it was Mithos? Lloyd still had trouble telling the difference sometimes. He really, really tried to keep that fact hidden from his instructors. It had worked so far!

The dwarf turned to him, his bushy beard hiding half of his face, but not his grin. Hands were on both of his hips, eyes angled up at the boy that was slightly taller than him.

“Ah, Lloyd! Ya look ready to fall asleep on yer feet!”

“Ehehe… I’m fine! Really!” A tiny stumble against one of the pews but Lloyd more or less righted himself up. The dwarf merely shook his head.

“Well! I was just finished with my work. Need anything?”

Sometimes Lloyd wondered what made the dwarf come back here so much. He had been here ever since Lloyd was little, seen much more of him than of… Anyway, he was always traveling around so much, working on crafting commissions, sometimes even bringing back a souvenir he had bought on the road. Lloyd still had some of them; one of the famous Palma Potions from Palmacosta, some pottery from Triet, and even a cool-looking wooden figure of a swordsman! Dirk hadn’t specified where he got that last one, making Lloyd think he had made it himself.

He had thought about asking him many times before. But the years kept passing, and the day for when he would leave was only getting closer. He figured there was really no point in asking now.

Instead, he reached into his pocket, pulling out the necklace he had poured everything into. He held it up for Dirk. “You think this looks any good?”

The dwarf placed a hand on his chin, mock-deep in thought. “Hm, I don’t think that color works on ya.”

“Not for me!”

Dirk laughed loudly, his voice bouncing across the walls of the Church. After so much stress on being quiet within these walls, the dwarf’s laugh was welcome. He held out his hand. “Here, let me see.”

Excited to show off his work, but also worried on being judged, Lloyd gave it to him quickly. “I, uh… kinda had to rush through it this morning. But I think I got the size right this time! And, I didn’t waste the metal like you said and-”

“Hold on a bit, Lloyd.”

“Right, sorry.”

Dirk was holding up the necklace by its chain. The sunlight from the stained windows glinted off its pendant, a deep red jewel embedded in its center. After a brief look, the dwarf was grinning. “Really outdone yourself for this one.” He gathered it back carefully in his palm. “The chain work is strong, and the pendant is much more even this time. Not completely! Still need some work on that.” He handed it back to Lloyd. “She’ll be very happy with it.”

With Dirk’s praise, Lloyd felt something lift off his shoulders. The weight of everything else was still there… but this one thing, it gave him some lightness.

He held the necklace in both his hands before putting it away. “Thanks!”

“Yer welcome, lad. But.. I gather you still have more on your mind?”

Man, was he this easy to read with everyone now? Lloyd shook his head. “Nah, not really. Just bored with the same things, like always.”

“But your training should be giving ya some excitement.” Dirk crossed his arms, finally resting his legs by seating on a nearby stool. “And ya still got that sword I gave ya? The one the priests said was lost?”

Lloyd scratched at his cheek, grinning. “Hey, I did lose it! But then I found it again. Who knew it was under my bed this whole time?”

Dirk grinned back, laughing into his beard. “A shame it was not before they asked me to make you another one to continue with your training. But I suppose it’s good that you have a spare.”

Lloyd nodded at that. “Yep! And, well, can’t leave your other sword to waste. So it’s only better to use both, right?”

Both Dirk’s and Lloyd’s plan for him to use dual blades should have been so see-through, but once Lloyd started training with his double weapons, the priests couldn’t find much to argue with. The Chosen had to know how to defend himself, after all. And… his logic did make some sort of sense to them. Wouldn’t two weapons be better than one?

The dwarf shook his head. “Mighty clever thinking there! I’m sure that will help on your journey.”

The mention of the journey put a dark cloud in Lloyd’s head suddenly. Right. In the end, that was the point of the swords anyway. To protect himself until…

“Also!” Dirk’s voice broke through, and he watched as the dwarf reached around him towards a satchel, bringing it towards the front. “Got my latest commission done! And no worries. The Church will take care of the bill when they see it later.” He handed the folded clothes to Lloyd.

His eyes widened in glee at the design. “You already made it! Nice!”

“Fitting for a master swordsman and a Chosen, right?” Dirk seemed pleased as well. “At the very least, these would help you move around better, and has a place for your swords.”

Lloyd would have gone to hug the dwarf if he could – or if that wasn’t a bit weird. “I’m definitely wearing these from now on!”

Even as Dirk looked very pleased, he stared at Lloyd with another expression, one that Lloyd couldn’t place. “You’ve been doing a lot lately, lad. I hope you remember to rest in between all your work.”

In all fairness, this was a first that he ever heard come from an adult. Usually there was always something do, another thing to learn… “Ah, I’m okay enough. Besides, I’m taking your advice on things!”

“Oh, that so?”

“Yep!” Lloyd nodded. He had his new clothes underneath one arm, standing proudly. “Dwarven vow #4! Don’t depend on others. Walk on your own two legs.” He then grinned, glad he could remember that right! He only knew a few of the vows Dirk had mentioned to him, but some like those stood out. “I’m taking that as my mortal from now on!”

Dirk raised a bushy eyebrow. “Think you mean motto there, lad.”

“…Huh. That does make a lot more sense.”

“I thought ya read a lot.”

“I did! I do! Just, after a while of non-stop reading, all the words start to look the same…”

Still, the dwarf smiled. “Anyway… I’m glad you think my old sayings are of any interest. However, here’s another for ya. Dwarven vow #7! Justice and love will always win!”

“…That doesn’t sound as cool at all!”

It was easy to talk with Dirk, easier than most other adults. His dad sometimes just… well…

He saw the light in the sky in a nearby stained-glass window and flinched a little. “Oh, shoot. I gotta go. I’ll wear these though!” He held up the clothes then made his way back to his room, waving back at the dwarf. “I’ll see ya later!”

“Don’t trip over the stairs again!” Dirk called out, his bellowing voice finding every nook and crevice in the room. The pastors would have hated such a sound, but Lloyd was ecstatic. At least for now.

“…Is that a new outfit?”

Lloyd had been waiting forever for someone to comment on it, and Genis was never one to disappoint. He put his hands on his hips, knowing the euphoria he felt would be brief but trying to take as much as he could. “Yeah! Special tailor-cut for me!”

Genis looked to his Chosen best friend with a curious air. And maybe some suspicion. “Huh. Suits you better. Even those weird suspenders you have seem to work.”

“What do you mean weird?” Lloyd asked with a small frown.

“Nothing! I said they worked. I don’t get those white strips on your collar but… they also work, too.” Genis stared at Lloyd with more thought. “Yeah, this literally wouldn’t look good on anyone else.”

“Remind me to never come to you for compliments.”

Even as the younger boy laughed, Lloyd was grateful for Genis’ honesty. It was hard finding that in most people around him when they spoke with him. It was harder finding that in himself. He pulled at the, high collar in his new outfit, hoping someone else he knew would like it too. Or at least like it enough.

“You haven’t been to school in a while,” Genis hedged. Lloyd had just come back to Iselia as he walked from the Church, both of them meeting right by the schoolhouse. The day was already late, classes long over. Easier this way. Less people to speak with, less incredibly boring phrases to recite. “Chosen duties getting too much for you?”

It was meant as a joke. Lloyd didn’t really have it in him to laugh along to it though. He pulled at his collar, feeling an anxiousness to him that he had been stemming down for so long, but was slowly beginning to rise the past few months. “Just things. It’s nothing really.”

When Lloyd was quiet like, his friends always noticed. Genis raised his head, noting the tone. “Sorry. That was stupid to say.”

“It’s fine. Really!” He grinned, glad that the collar of his new outfit could hide away some of the strain there. “There’s been a lot of things lately anyway. I only had time now to even leave.”

Genis stared a little, but gave Lloyd some relief when his young eyes lost some intensity. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell them you snuck out again.”

“Heh… thanks.”

“Anyway, I know you’re not here to see me.” It was then Genis grinned, much brighter than Lloyd’s, much more hopeful than Lloyd could ever imagine to be. “Colette’s been talking about you all day. I don’t know how or when you got Noishe to deliver her a letter, but she was real happy about it.”

Noishe was his father’s dog first and foremost, but the creature always did him favors. And with Kratos having been gone for so long lately, it just made it easier.

“Shut up,” Lloyd muttered jokingly, and Genis only laughed again, the awkwardness about his duty of being a Chosen momentarily forgotten.

He wished it could be forgotten completely.

When he was younger, Lloyd had always wanted to travel the world, to see what it had to offer. When he was younger, the Church told him that he would someday, and he had looked forward to it, excitement lighting up his mind.

But on his eighth birthday, all that excitement went away.

Lloyd sat on the outskirts of Iselia, the grass around him still a bright green, the sky darkening as the sun began to set. He had been there early – a first for him. But for Colette, he would go the extra mile.

He heard her trip over the ground before he even saw her.

“Ah, s-sorry! I messed up.” He turned, finding Colette brushing away the grass stains from her dress, just a few feet away. Her blonde hair was a bit frazzled from her fall, but she still smiled.

Gloomy thoughts instantly went away at the sight of her.

“You’re such a dork. You didn’t need to rush here, you know.” Still, he couldn’t take his eyes off her as she sat next to him. She was always so cheerful and bright, and it made the world a little less scary to Lloyd when she was near him.

But it also made him feel bitter over the things he would miss as well.

“I know! Just, um..” Colette fiddled with her hands. “It’s been really boring the last few weeks without you. I was so happy seeing Noishe show up to my house! Though I think my grandmother’s sneezes might have scared him a little, sorry.”

“Oh. Oh right! I forgot she’s allergic..” Gah, why did he have to be stupid about these things? That explained why Noishe was all frantic when he came back. Even the sound of a twig snapping put the dog in a panic. “I guess I should have sent a person instead…”

“No, no! I was really glad to get it from Noishe… I missed petting him, hehe.” She pulled in her knees, looking at Lloyd with such curious eyes. “You said you got a new outfit from Dirk! It looks so cool on you!”

“Heh, yeah, it does make me cool, doesn’t it?” He smiled, sitting up straight. “It’s even got the Church of Martel symbol on it, see?” He pointed at his vest. Dirk had suggested it as one way to curb away any disdain from his pastors. With this symbol, it was still Chosen-appointed clothes. And with Dirk’s many, many work contributions to the Church, the pastors couldn’t deny him either. “It’s way better than the robe things they always make me wear.”

Colette nodded. “Yeah! You even have these cute ribbons.” She played with one now, always reaching out to Lloyd with little reserve, and Lloyd always glad she did. He was not someone far off or otherworldly like so many other people would view him as. “Are they meant to do anything?”

Lloyd thought about this. “Um… to make me look cool!” Just saying that made him laugh, and made Colette laugh too. It had been weeks since he felt this relaxed, and happy. It would be weeks that he would not feel this again.

He thought the time away would make him forget, but it only brought everything out in full force.

Lloyd was already handing her the necklace before he thought too hard about it.

Colette stared. “Lloyd?”

“I… I’ve been working on this for a little bit. Just to keep busy.” Just to make the days bearable. “Probably not as good as Dirk does it… but he can’t really teach me stuff for very long because of..”

Colette carefully took the necklace in both hands, eyes shining. “It’s so pretty! You… you always make such beautiful things, Lloyd.”

There was always something in her voice that stopped him, that made him wonder… While Genis and Raine always called him by his name, the way Colette does so was always different. It always pulled at him in a way that was sweet and painful. It had gotten too painful lately. Raine had already let him know today… only a month left before he would need to go.

“Is this really for me?” she asked, surprising Lloyd out of his thoughts.

“Yeah! This can replace the that other one I made for you a few years ago. That was all uneven anyway.”

“Oh, I still have that too… and the doggy figure! It’s still on my bookshelf!”

As Lloyd was momentarily stunned at that information, Colette circled the chain around her neck, the red jewel glinting in the waning sunlight. “I know you have so much to do lately. But I’m so happy!”

Some of that happiness got to him too. He wished he could keep it. “Heh. I wanted to give it you before I-“ He stopped.

“Before you what?”

He had nearly told her then. Lloyd had been trying so hard to keep quiet about things, about what will happen, about what he would have to face. But Colette was looking at him, and suddenly he was ready to tell her everything.

That wouldn’t have been fair though. At least one of them should be happy?

“Before I go on my journey, I mean.” His voice was quieter, which was hard to change. “I’ll probably be gone a while, so I wanted to give that to you first.”

At that, Colette was quiet too. Again, something that made him wonder. She looked ready to ask him a question. He anticipated it, unsure if he could keep lying.

Then she smiled. “I’ll miss you so much.” She kept holding the necklace in her palm, the sun making her hair shine. “I’m glad you wanted to come out here with me today.”

Lloyd wanted to hug her, and he did. That was one thing he would let himself do. He brought her close to his chest with a strong grip, and Colette held him back, her hands holding tight onto his new outfit. He didn’t care if it was wrinkled or whatever.

“Of course I wanted to,” he said softly. Then he pulled back, a smile on his face. “And once I regenerate the world, I’ll come right back again, okay? So don’t worry about anything!”

Colette kept one hand on Lloyd’s arm, while the other clasped the necklace again, pendant going between her fingers. At least, she would have something of him left.

“You don’t have to go back so soon, do you?” she then asked. The sun was nearly past the horizon, and the stars blinked up from their places in the sky. “Maybe, you can tell me what you’ve been doing? Not much happened in the village though.. so I’m sorry if I’m a little boring.”

Lloyd laughed. “Colette, I usually just stay inside and read old books all day. Believe me, nothing is more boring than that. And definitely not you! So no more apologizing, okay?”

If a pastor heard this – if his dad heard this – he’d have been in trouble. The most would have been a stern lecture, but he had heard nothing but lectures for weeks. Colette’s happy voice was such a difference for everything.

He could enjoy things for one day.

Colette was smiling again, looking beautiful as she always did. “Okay!”

So they both sat back, and they talked. Once the sun had long set, they were still seated by each other. Through all that time, Colette had not let go of the necklace. He wanted to keep that image of her for as long as he could.

Colette

“Colette… are you sure this is even the right way?”

Having never been out of Iselia her entire life, Colette didn’t know much about the world or which road led to where – especially to Triet. She sighed within the desert heat. The clothes she wore were different from her usual outfit for school, made of thicker material, with hidden compartments to sheathe away her chakrams. But it was doing her no favors in this sandy place where the sun beat down relentlessly.

“I… I’m not sure. Not anymore, I guess. I’m sorry, Genis.”

Genis sighed too, but out of exasperation. “You really don’t need to apologize… We probably should have brought a map before we left.”

“But, that nice caravan family pointed us to here! I don’t think they would lie to us..”

Genis shrugged. “I know. I’m just saying maybe we shouldn’t have rushed.”

There were a million things Colette could have argued on why they had to rush, but, she kept them to herself. She pulled at her shirt which was getting sticky with sweat, and she checked to see that her chakrams were indeed still on her.

Lloyd had left Iselia the other day. It had been so sudden, before she had time to prepare. Even Raine had not given her any indication that they would leave so soon. Or maybe that was the reason she hadn’t said anything…

“But it is weird, isn’t it?” Genis said aloud, following Colette still. “Lloyd and sis just leaving in the night like that.”

Colette wanted to say what she knew, but Lloyd had kept it a secret for a reason. She didn’t feel comfortable revealing it. Not yet at least. “Yeah,” she simply agreed. “They must have had to go right away.”

“…And Lloyd said you were supposed to go?”

“Uh huh!” She nodded, then giggled. A little difficult with how hot it was, but she managed. “I already told you that, Genis!”

“Yeah… I know.” His tone was low, unconvinced, or really, it could have just been the heat. “Well, sis was obviously supposed to bring me along too. Her and Lloyd really don’t pay attention to things sometimes.”

Colette inwardly sighed, feeling relieved. That was why Genis overlooked her obvious lie – he had one of his own. The people most important to them have left them alone, so there was no choice but to follow. Even if they were probably lost, and very, very dehydrated.

But I have to keep going, she thought to herself. As she plodded through the sands, she felt a familiar weight hitting her chest. She had not taken off the necklace ever since Lloyd first gave her a month ago. Then before his birthday had even come, the Church said he had already gone on his journey.

Colette fervently wanted to be with him, and with barely a word to her family, she had gone, leaving them a letter instead. She hoped her father and grandmother could forgive her.

“Oh! Is that it?” Genis was saying, and though still dizzy with heat, Colette was able to understand what he meant. Because just ahead was a walled city, standing so far apart from the sandy dunes. There were the figures of people walking by its entrance, and before she knew it, Colette was hurrying towards it. Any worries about maybe being a mirage from the desert did not cross her mind.

She heard Genis shouting after her, also giving chase, but she had to find Lloyd. Each day before he left, she had thought about telling him so many things. She knew she wouldn’t be able to live with herself if he had gone and then finished his journey. Once she entered Triet, the amount of market stalls were new to her! People in turbans shifted past her, not minding this pale girl with the light-colored hair. She started to walk off in a random direction, hoping to ask someone if they had seen… the Chosen around. She would have to call him that if they were-

“Lloyd!” she shouted, finding him at the edge of her vision. She hadn’t expected him so soon, seeing the boy to the far side of the plaza, trying to usher in a whining Noishe in one of the stables. He was already looking exhausted doing so. He still had on his new outfit, but now wore belts that held his weapons. She knew of them – it was why she had started using two of her own!

Colette grew excited, waving her arms to him. It took a moment before she saw Lloyd peer through the distance, and then his eyes widened. She started to go to him.

“Lloyd, I-!” And then she had tripped. She tripped so frantically that she had completely turned around, trying her best to avoid surprised passerby. Unfortunately, the only way to avoid them was to go straight into a wall.

She heard Lloyd shout her name back once she finally fell.

“You know… you need to be more careful.”

Colette nodded silently as Lloyd pressed a small bandage on her forehead. It was only a minor scrape, that was what she usually got out of her falls. Although the stall she had fallen into had not been so lucky.

Once Colette had gotten out of the rubble, Lloyd had been rushing to her, eyes wide with surprise. The owner of the stall had been furious, seeing a Colette-shaped wall in his property… until Lloyd tried to calm the man down. There had been murmurs and stutters of the boy being the Chosen.

“Uh, yeah? That’s me,” Lloyd said, still trying to placate the man. “Anyway, she didn’t mean it! Colette just-”

“But why would such a hole be important to the Chosen?” the owner had continued. That had given Lloyd pause, slow in understanding, but then recovering quickly enough to avoid any further trouble.

“Because… it’s an important Church.. landmark?” Lloyd had winced at his own explanation, but no one seemed to notice besides Colette. “Yeah! To mark my pilgrimage… and junk. I, uh, I bless this thing!” He patted against the mark perfectly shaped like Colette’s falling body – the imprint of her arms raised high to try and avoid the inevitable. “It’s really important! It was made by my companion on the journey! So don’t be mad at her or… risk the wrath of Martel! Wait, is that right…?”

Yet even with Lloyd’s shaky explanations, that had been enough to send the crowd surrounding them into gasps of wonder. Soon people were touching the hole in the wall, now blessed by the Chosen, and that was when Lloyd took Colette’s hand and got them out of there fast.

She had seen Genis with a frowning Raine earlier, and wondered dimly if she had only gotten both herself and her friend in trouble. “I’m sorry,” she said, still seated on the chair.

“What? No, it’s fine! Someone would have tripped there sooner or later!” Lloyd had taken her into his room at the inn, worried about any injuries she may have had. “It’s not too bad. Just I guess the Professor should see later and then we can get someone to take you home-”

She knew he had been about to suggest that, and took his hands, gripping them tight. “I’m staying with you, Lloyd.”

She had expected a lot of reactions from Lloyd. Surprised at her determination, confused at why she would do so, and maybe even happy that she would go to him. But she didn’t expect the silence that followed suddenly. He didn’t grip her hands back.

Colette floundered for a moment, then instinctively reached for the necklace he gave her. It was hidden underneath her shirt, but she pulled it out, both to be reassured as well as to show him. “I want to help protect my friend on his journey… I’ve wanted to for a long time! My friend who makes wonderful things like this, and who’s always been kind to me. If I can just repay it back-”

“Colette, I didn’t ask you to come with me.”

She stopped, surprised by the sharpness in his voice. Lloyd blinked, then looked to the side.

“Lloyd, um…”

“I would have told you if I wanted-“ He bit his lip, then sighed. “This journey is supposed to be dangerous.”

Colette also looked away. “I know. That’s why I had to come.” A pause. “You’re mad at me.”

Lloyd dug a hand through his hair. “I’m… Just a little.” He sighed. “I didn’t want you to go through this too.”

Colette tried to search for a correct response. The best she could come up with, “Now you don’t have to be alone with it.”

“I have the Professor with me! Why do you-”

She gripped his hands tight, tight enough for the both of them. “I want to stay by your side, Lloyd! As.. my friend. And… I can help you. I won’t be a burden, I promise.”

“I didn’t… I didn’t say you would be.” She felt him finally hold her hands, at least slightly. “But it would be dangerous, I told you. You don’t even have an Exsphere or anything like it to-”

“I do!” Colette said suddenly. She calmed after. “I mean, I do. Look, it’s…” She rolled up the sleeve covering her right arm, showing a small key crest just on her forearm. It glinted blue, inlaid with polished metal. “I’ve been using this so I can fight off the monsters better.”

Lloyd looked at her Exsphere with complete surprise. “When did you get that?” Exspheres were not common to come by – it was mainly used by Desians or mercenaries.

“I… Dirk made me one. I saw him a while back and asked him if he could make me something. I told him I wanted to help you and he seemed really happy to do it.”

“…So.. he just had Exspheres lying around? He never told me!”

Colette blinked. “Oh. He said he’d been carrying one around for a long time.. It was the only one he had. I didn’t… ask him for an Exsphere exactly. Just if he had something that could help me.”

Lloyd continued to look surprised, confused, and a little betrayed. “But where would he just find one?” he asked, mainly to himself.

Colette wasn’t thinking about that now. She rolled down her sleeve, looking to Lloyd sternly. “I want to stay. And I know I can help you. So… please don’t turn me away.”

She saw him continue to struggle with his decision. His hands still held hers, a thumb rubbing across her palm. That somber look that she had seen Lloyd have lately – it was there again. There was once a time she didn’t know what would cause such a look in him.

He sighed again, but then small laughter left his throat. “Geez, Colette, you’re more stubborn than me.” He raised his head to her with a smile, even though it looked a bit sad still. She held his hands tighter in comfort.

“So, does that mean I can stay?”

“You’d just come back, I bet. You and Genis. I definitely didn’t expect him though!” He grinned wide then. “Missed his bestest friend, huh?”

Colette giggled, loving that grin of his. It was so rare now. “Well, he did say he missed Professor Sage…”

“Hey! What about me though?”

“It’s okay! I’ll miss you enough for the both of us!”

She wondered then, if that was a poor choice of words but Lloyd was still smiling. He even laughed.

“Heh, actually, um… does that mean Genis will be cooking for us now? The Professor keeps… wanting to do that lately.” Lloyd shuddered. “I could barely get through the first week.”

Oh no. Colette remembered the times their teacher had made the school lunch a few times. She giggled at Lloyd’s look. “I’m so sorry, Lloyd. I really am!” But she couldn’t stop laughing.

He smiled at that, even as he mocked sighed. “Are you making fun of me? Imagine the Chosen failing the journey because of indigestion. That’s embarrassing!”

It only made her giggle more, and soon Lloyd was laughing with her again.

Colette hoped she could keep him laughing throughout this journey.

Before Colette had left Iselia, she had decided to not mention what she knew to Lloyd. Even as she went over the knowledge in her head, searching for other ways, she knew it was not her place to say. But she could never fight off the feeling of wanting to be with him still. Once they had fought the guardian in the Fire Seal, she believed she could be useful while also being selfish.

A Chosen needed protectors, and she could even feel Raine’s gratefulness in having an extra pair of hands helping keep Lloyd from danger. He did run into monsters an awful lot…

Then Lloyd had nearly collapsed on the sands. She had never seen him so pale.

“Lloyd!” She caught him around the shoulders, and then he had just… kept slipping through her arms, making her hold on tighter. “Lloyd! Lloyd, wake up!”

“Wh…what?” He blinked dazedly at worried faces, leaning into Colette’s hold. “I was just… taking a nap.”

Genis’ expression went from worried to annoyed. “Are you serious?”

“Lloyd, how long have you been feeling faint?” Raine walked up to him, gripping her staff tight. “We may need to take you to a doctor.”

“I.. I’m fine! It’s fine!” Lloyd stood up again, gently moving away from Colette’s arms. “It’s just…the trial… I guess?”

Colette noted how quiet his voice had gotten then.

Raine was considering. “If that’s so… then we should at least make camp and let you rest. There’s an oasis not too far ahead. Genis, get started on dinner when we get there. Colette, please keep an eye on him.”

Lloyd stared at his Professor with some irritation. “I told you I’m fine. I’m not gonna run off!” Still, his voice was low.

But Colette knew there was something wrong.

After settling for the night, Lloyd had wanted to walk, and Colette hoped her presence wasn’t annoying him. But he seemed happy to have her near. They sat on the cool sands, the stars as outstretched as ever in the desert. Maybe they could find the same constellations here, too?

“Hey! Wanna see them again?” he asked her with a grin.

Colette’s smile must have been obvious, because Lloyd already summoned his wings. Great things that unfurled from his back in a great shift of azure light. Just like they had back in the Fire Seal. They framed him in a beautiful way that she wished she could say aloud without making it sound weird.

“That’s so cool!” she said, clasping her hands.

“Heh, yeah. Although…it’s kinda hard to get used to these.”

Colette tilted her head at him. “Your wings?”

He shrugged. “Yeah. I mean, they really do look cool! But… they’re kinda big, aren’t they?”

The night made his wings appear that much brighter. They were so much like a bird’s wings, nearly as large as Lloyd was tall. Colette was seated on his right side, and his right wing was curled around them both. She had been tempted to reach out to them, wondering if that glow would make sensations across her skin.

He shrugged. “I guess this is just what it means to be an angel or something.”

Colette pressed her lips together, not saying anything at first. She still remembered when Lloyd had paled, falling to his knees, and not responding to her at all…

“Well, you’re still you, Lloyd. Just with wings!” Maybe there were better ways to say it, but she had never been as good with talking as he was. “And…” She risked something here, but she continued. “Even if you’re an angel, you don’t have to like your wings.”

Lloyd turned to her more fully. She could even feel the wind shift behind her, his wings flinching from his motion. “What?”

“I mean…” She tried again. “You don’t have to like them. Because… it doesn’t seem like you do.” Nervously, she reached up to her necklace, its weight comforting. “I think it’s okay to feel that. Or if you find them scary. I think I would, too.” Especially after a fall like that.

Lloyd kept staring at her. Soon, his wings dissipated into nothing, leaving only floating feathers of azure that also evaporated into the air.

His gaze shifted back to the sands. “It probably seems dumb… I’m a Chosen and I can’t stand the sight of my wings, heh.” His voice was hollow.

She dared once more. “Then… why did you want to show them to me?”

Lloyd took a moment. “Because I have to get used to it. Also… it’s easier with you, you know?”

She let go of her necklace to take his hand. Though she couldn’t see the Cruxis Crystal he wore, hidden away by the high collar of his jacket, she could feel it there. Maybe Lloyd had wanted to hide it from himself too.

“It’s okay, Lloyd.”

“Hm..” he said, unable to say anything more. But she felt him grip her hand back.

Sometimes silence was all that was needed. They stayed that way for a while before going back to camp.

Colette was not always so clever, or smart, or so self-assured. She second guessed herself on so many things, that even when she met a young Lloyd back then, it was his bright smile that got her to talk to him. She hadn’t even noticed at first that few others had talked to him either, that she had been one of the first friends he ever had.

But she never doubted she was Lloyd’s friend. And she never doubted that he meant so, so much to her.

When he fell earlier today, the doubt about telling him what she knew was beginning to fade away.

“Lloyd? Why are you up?”

He was looking up at the sky, standing on a small rise. He always liked connecting the stars – and showing her how to do it as well. There was only him and her awake now, while Raine and Genis rested by the campfire. Even Noishe was sleeping peacefully, with barely a whine leaving his throat.

He turned as she went to him. “Oh, it’s my turn to watch for the night, remember?” He smiled. “You should be sleeping though! It’s pretty late.”

The journey had been long and difficult, but it was what the Chosen had to endure – at least what Colette knew about it. Lloyd rarely talked about such things at all. Sometimes… the only way one could even tell he was a Chosen was at the seals, waiting for the angels to bless him. It was only then when he would look so different, but also so sad.

And each time, she could tell it was hard for Lloyd to hide that sadness.

“Lloyd… you collapsed today. Again. The Professor said you didn’t need to do that now. I was supposed to take over…”

He blinked, then turned away. “It’s okay. I feel a lot better now.”

She hesitated. Sometimes he did this, trying to shut himself away. Sometimes, she would let him, but not tonight. She couldn’t. “Lloyd, your hand. Is it feeling better?”

“Huh? Yeah.. yeah, it’s fine!”

She reached for it before she could think to ask him. Because she had a feeling he would say no.

After the Wind Seal, Lloyd had been fainting faster, too. Enough that she couldn’t catch him this time.

The scrape was deep in his palm, still bleeding a little. Looking at it made her own hand ache. “You didn’t get this checked by the Professor.”

He took his hand away from her quickly. “It’s fine.”

She shook her head. “It’s… it’s not, Lloyd. And you know that, don’t you?”

He didn’t say anything.

Colette reached for her necklace, the gift he had given her just a few weeks before he left. Its weight was a comfort that she held onto at night, and even during their fights against monsters, bandits and Desians, it had stayed strong. It was made by Lloyd who was strong himself, she knew. But even a strong person couldn’t be…

“You’re not eating much… and you haven’t been sleeping either.” Colette would sometimes wake and still find him staring up at the stars, all by himself. “Things aren’t okay.”

She felt cruel saying these things, but Lloyd could never lie so easy, not as well as he thought he could. And right now, no good lies were coming to him. He only looked away, eyes dark and his expression somber.

“Why are you…?” he started, but couldn’t finish. Still, Colette needed to tell him more.

“Lloyd, I… know about what happens.. on the journey.”

He turned back to her then. For a moment, she couldn’t read his eyes at all. She had to fill the silence.

“This necklace you gave me. It’s more than just a present… it was supposed to be a memento, wasn’t it? But, I don’t want it to be that. I really don’t.”

“You’re… not supposed to-” Lloyd stopped, realizing his mistake. “I mean, that’s not what…”

She moved closer to him, reaching for his hands again. She tried not to squeeze it tightly, even though she knew now he would not be able to feel a thing. “I… my grandmother knows a lot about the Church of Martel. She used to be a priestess actually. She never told me exactly, but her stories about other Chosen.. and the way you’ve been acting lately..”

Lloyd still wasn’t looking at her. Afraid she was just making things worse, she started to release him again. “I want to be by your side. I don’t want you to go away. I don’t know how to stop that but... I had to at least be here.”

Just as she let go, Lloyd went to embrace her. Like he had on the day he gave her the necklace, except so suddenly.

“Colette, I’m… I’m not doing okay. I’m not… They didn’t tell me this would happen.” He held her tighter. “Dad didn’t tell me anything at all.”

She held him back. “I’m sorry.”

He shook. When he spoke, his voice was a little harsh, but she knew it wasn’t aimed at her. “Why are you apologizing? It’s not… it’s never been your fault! I just can’t.. handle this. I can’t handle anything.”

Colette pulled away so she could see him. With the way he spoke, she expected tears. But none fell from his eyes. So he couldn’t… “I’ll help you find another way. There has to be one. Because I don’t want you to go.” It sounded so childish, the way she said it. Still. “I don’t want you to go.”

Lloyd looked so sad and lost that she wished she could comfort him better. Lloyd pulled her back in his arms, pressing his forehead to hers. “I don’t want to also. I just want to stay.”

Maybe it was the sadness there that made her want to kiss him. She wished she’d have done it sooner. She had been tempted to on the day he gave her the necklace, but held herself back. She was afraid doing it now would be cruel if he couldn’t feel it. But once her lips pressed against his, he kissed her back, fingers digging into her shoulders, desperation in his grip.

It had been fierce and deep. Lloyd pulled back with a little nervousness. “Um… I meant…”

Colette leaned in to take his lips again. Softer this time, finding ways to make him feel, at least perhaps a little. And maybe he could, in some way. Because he still held her so tightly, still tried to press against her mouth as much as he could.

I just want to stay, he had told her. Colette would find a way to make that happen.

#colloyd #tales of symphonia #lloyd irving #colette brunel #fanfiction #frayed-symphony #i really love this concept so much and wanted to give something for it #merry christmas for a great friend!

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–A/N this will probably have very little smut but just enough to fuck with kill you also it starts off slow but the smut part is just like BAM HELLO –

Its coming the end of your freshman ear and youve had the same routine ever day. You walk through the halls quietly with your head down. Always careful not to make too much of an impression because you know none of this will last. As soon as high school ends no one will keep in touch for longer than a few months. You won’t miss anything about this school, the leaky faucets the creaky seats, the bathroom stalls thay just never latch right, the people dressing up to look good just to over compensate for the fact they have some of the world’s ugliest attitudes, but most off all you will miss walking past the a boy who every girl seemed to worshipped but no one bothered talking to, a handsome queit doll like boy with blue hair like the sky. Min Yoongi. A very quiet person like you, which is why no one knew you two were an item.

It started off with you guys would share a slight head nod every now and then in the hallways knowing you both always had the same thoughts about school “im hear to learn not to make friends with people who will drop out of my life within a matter of months.” Unlike you Min Yoongi had a small select group of friends 6 boys. All kind of had contradicting personalities but all fitting so well together. Just like a big group of brothers. Yoongi and you would sometimes work on projects together in class when it would be time to pair up knowing either would pressure to meet up in a large group. You just exchanged numbers and would talk on the phone about the project and any else that would cross your minds at the time. You would talk and both of you admitting you like eachother wanting to date. Neither of you ever having dated someone before knew what to do. You didn’t share any special romance moments because both of you were too nervous to make a move afraid of scaring the other one way. Besides his friends you were the only other person who really knew Yoongi. A sweet, smart, caring funny boy with the voice of an angel.

Due to the pressure of his friends you two finally decided to go on a date. Neither of you knowing what to do sat there confused as to what it is that you do on a date aside from the things seen on TV and in manga. Jin, one of Yoongis friends, came over to your house rummaging through your closet to find a cute outfit for you while Namjoon, another one of his friends, found a good looking formal yet casual outfit for Yoongi. His other friends Taehyung, Hoseok, Jimin, and Jungkook planning this date to a perfect comfortable yet romantic pace. They decided on a movie, a picnic, then going over to your house to hang out one on one, knowing your parents are never really home and always busy with work.

You walk over to the meeting spot in front of the movies nervous at what you are wearing because you are usually attired in a pair of jeans a t-shirt or a sweater and your favorite pair of black chuck taylors, but today being dressed in a white crop top you only bought to your mother’s protest of showing off your cute body and a black shirt you’ve only worn once but felt to uncomfortable in to wear again still ,gladly, being able to wear your converse. You see Yoongi come up in a pair of black jeans a white shirt and Blue cardigan and a pair of converse. You cursed in your mind noticing that the boys planned to make you match eachother. Yoongi approaches you smiling a big adorable shy smile “Y/N you look beautiful ” he says softly “Thank you. You look quite handsome more so then usual” You say with a small laugh. You guys continue onwards with your date. The movie and picnic not to suspenseful just normal small talk and not much romance. The moment the time to go to your house approaches you notice Yoongi starts to get stiff shouldered and a empty face. Your heart races and your palms start to sweat slightly. ‘What on earth did those boys tell him happens on a date’ you think to yourself.

You guys approach your house Yoongi slyly slipping his arm around your waist resting his hand on your waist careful not to accidentally travel to low or high. You guys walk in and close the door behind you walking awkwardly and robotically to the couch. You sit down next to eachother and you hear yoongi clear his throat “Y/N is it all right if i kiss you please, if you don’t mind that is” he says taking a deep gulp of whatever lump made its way into his throat. You nod your head stiffly as he leans forward and gentally touches his lips to yours.

-Smut warning-

Your warms lips meet and you feel his body loosen up he leans farther into the kiss, sliding his hand around your waist pulling you in tight. You place your hand on his chest feeling his heart race. You smile softly feeling completely comfortable and not too pressured. ‘Hes taking it slow making sure I’m ok with this. We’re both so new to this gladly.’ You think to yourself. You slide your hand up his warm chest and curl your fingers into his hair instinctively pulling his hair in a soft tug. You feel a groan escape his throat your womanhood dampening slightly at the new forgien sound. He pulls you closer to his lap and you slide yourself on to it. Awkwardly sitting against the buldge that was forming in his jeans. He gently tugs at your shirt as if asking for its removal. You tug it over your head breaking the kiss for just a second thanking Jin for also awkwardly picking out your only lace bra to wear. Yoongi takes a look at your shirtless figure sitting on his lap his eyes darken and he licks his soft pink lips “wow ….y/n.” IS all he manages to choke out as his hand slides up your chest gentally massaging your breast while he plants small kisses and bites right under your jaw. You lean your head back giving him get a better access to your throat. Your body impulsively starts to grind against his hard member making it twitch in his pants your hands slide down and undo the zipper and button holding back his has to be painfully hard manhood. You gentally shift up his lap a bit so you can to begin to grind your entrance to his member. He bucks his hips up pressing his head into you slightly cause his name to come out of your mouth sounding like a pleasurful purr. “Fuck y/n” is all he strangles out as he continues to buck his hips at the same pace of your grinding. You lean your fave into his neck and suck softly on the spot next to his adams apple causing his thrusts to quicken. He tugs your underwear to the side so your bare womenhood can grind against his clothed hot member. Your breath hitches in your throat when you feel the bare tip escape the top of his boxers bumping against your sensitive bud. “Y/N” you hear Yoongi moan out softly causing you to tug harder at his hair. You feel a warm knotting sensation start to form in your stomach just by your synchronized grinding and thrusting and his revealed head rubbing your clit. “Yoo-Yoongi ahh fuck i think I’m gonna cum soon” You moan into his ear nervously afraid of how he’d react. He growls and begins to quicken his pace “Fuck y/n i wanna be in you” he says putting his face in your neck sucking more on the exposed untouched skin. You moans out his name as you feel a new wonderful sensation pouring out of you on to his clothed lap. You pull both pull back quickly fixing up your clothes. You get up and running to grab Yoongi a towel to clean up his lap. He gives you a nervous smile his eyes widening at the bruising skin around your neck. “I’m sorry y/n… I got carried away.. please don’t get mad at me… I didn’t make you uncomfortable did I? I’m sorry I was just going off what the boys told me… they said if I just kiss you the rest will happen instinctively… please forgive me…” he says with worry filling his voice. You smile at him shaking your head “it’s ok” You lay against his arm resting your head against his chest. You guys talk and play with eachother fingers happily. You both agree on finally showing your relationship off, wanting to walk around holding hands kiss and hug. The next day the boys see your guys necks and slaps Yoongi on the back congratulating him on getting however far with you that his did. You guys walk around the hallways with the boys holding hands everyone’s heads snapping around to get another look. Things finally being in a happy comfortable place you having friends finally and an amazing boyfriend. – four years later at graduation– You both meet up as soon as you are dismissed from the Final goodbyes of graduation. You and all the boys meet up in a group of smiles and hugs. Yoongi shh’s the boys their eyes widening and them having the biggest smiles. They all yell out grabbing the attention of everyone around Yoongi bends down in front of you on one knee and begins to speak “y/n this has been the best time of my life. Since the day I met you my days have been filled with nothing but happiess. I never thought I’d meet anyone as perfect as you. You are more beautiful than anyone I could ever see or imagine. I was wondering if you would continue to have the best time of my life with me but continuing to have the best days for the rest of my life… will you marry me?” Your eyes filled with tears as you shake your head Yoongi smiling enveloping you in a giant hug and the sweetest kiss you have ever shared.

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