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quarthly · 3 years

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Twilight characters as random animals that I think are oddly fitting

(Also yes, I am roasting the animals as well)

Edward: He would be a Cheetah. Now I know, seems like a cop out just because of his speed but hear me out. Cheetahs are, at face value, pretty cool. They used to be my favorite animal as a child, but then I grew up.

Cheetahs, through no fault of their own, are severely inbred. Now thats mainly because of poaching, but the cheetas anxiety also comes into play. In captivity, cheetahs are usually given emotional support dogs. I will admit it is cute but it negatively affects the population. Excluding one in the wild, cheetas can be to anxious to breed and thats not good for conservation efforts.

Cheetahs can hit up to 80 miles per hour in a couple of seconds. They are designed for fast running and agility. Their claws are similar to that of a dogs for better traction and they have elongated spines for longer strides. They have a thin build, long legs and a long tail for balance.

This has downsides though. Many times after making a kill, it will get stolen for them by larger predators. Thats right, they get absolutely bodied by the other animals. I should probably make these shorter but I'm on a rant now, so I guess this will be semi educational.

Throughout the series, we see Edward over estimated his abilities and value, constantly getting bodied by others. He's essentially a perfect mormon, though thats on S'meyers. He constantly judges others, dehumanizing them to their baser flaws, without doing any self reflecting. Him viewing himself as a monster doesn't really count to me. While he definitely hates himself, the only thing he is truly demonizing is being a vampire.

Bella: Picking up from Edwards, Bella is a Chocolate Labrador. Yes, she is his therapy dog. I feel like this is really fitting for her. I know Golden retriever would make more sense, as thats the most common breed for service animals. However, I kind of focused on her appearance. Only at first though! I just know that Edward raved about her human qualities and that would pass over as animals as well. Her chocolate eyes and brown fur, very average and boring. Thats essentially Bella. Even Edward wasn't into her until he got a wiff. Labradors a very loyal dogs and while they have more personality than Bella, I just couldn't shake it. Their also very stupid. Ok that's kind of mean, they're not stupid but when it comes to love, then yeah they are stupid.

I used to have a lab, loved him to death, but god he was something else. Very much danger prone, from their own stupidity or their lack of survival instincts. I know that labs are almost aquatic. They love water, swimming, all that jazz. We can just say that bella has a few screws loose in her dna and is just "not like other labs."

Rosalie: Now she was hard. There are quite a few animals that I think would fit for her. I'll list the other ones, but that one I went with is the Swan. Like Edward, seems a little on the nose, but I have my reasoning.

I was going to pick a predator for her, as she is shown to be very vengeful and viscous. I would have pick some type of cat, most likely a purebred, from a rich family. It could still work, but the swan just speaks to me on this one.

Swan's are known for being beautiful, graceful, and are pictured as the symbol of love. They are also very vain. Edward constantly brings up Rosalies vanity. She was constantly valued for her beauty as a human, so of course that crossed over in the transformation. She was raised to be married into wealth, she was used as a bargaining chip to increase the family's standing.

Rose has a very strong character and makes her opinions known. She's assertive and aggressive at times. She's not afraid to get dirty.

Swans mate for life and like geese, are known for being great parents. I was also going to choose geese as an option for the maternal instincts. I was wary at first because swans can be really aggressive. Like actually, you think geece are bad? Yikes bestie...

I was conflicted because swans are known for drowning dogs and sometimes people. However, I can actually see Rose drowning Bella. It's not that unbelievable lmao.

Emmett: Now this one is just ironic. I only associate him with bears. Its inevitable, but picking a Grizzly or Black bear is too obvious. So I went a slightly different route...

So I was going to pick the Sun bear just because of looks alone. Like, I'm not exaggerating, it looks like someone wearing a bear costume. I don't think it fits him but I know for a fact that he would dress up as a sun bear and sneak into a zoo to see if anyone would notice. I'll put a pic of it here

Like look at this thing. I have no words...

Anyway, what I picked was a Sloth Bear. Now Sloth bears are mostly nocturnal, which either way works consider vamps don't sleep. Their diet is also odd but honestly so is the cullens. They're native to the Indian subcontinent, and are known for being aggressive towards humans. Its said that for the most part they're pretty calm, so I think its just fear of humans that make them act aggressively. Honestly, that's a good thing because they are listed as vulnerable on the IUCN Red list.

They have some similarities with sloths, which is where they get the name. They have long claws and unusual teeth. They are known to hang upside down from tree branches, and is described as having a messy appearance. Honestly, Emmitt has a messy personality. Sorry bestie but you're a lot of work.

Now heres the biggest reason for choosing this bear. Aside from Baloo from the jungle book being a sloth bear, they are known to run fades with Tigers. Honestly, how fucking badass is that!? Now I don't think there are recorded instances of a Sloth bear killing a Tiger, but when push comes to shove, they can hold their own and I find that incredibly impressive.

Carlisle: This one was somehow the easiest as well as the toughest. I know Owl seems like the obvious choice, and I can see it. However, I believe Carlisle values emotional intelligence as much or if not more than academic intelligence. He is so charismatic and values other's above himself. He might not be as Saint like as Edward thinks, but he does try and I think he genuinely cares about others. For that reason alone, I choose a Elephant.

Elephant's are very social animals and are extremely intelligent. I could rave about them for ages, I love them so much.

Now elephants live in a familial unit and are usually matriarchal. Bulls usually are on the outer edges of the herd or form little groups with other males. Honestly, they're not that bad aside from when their in musk.

In the group of males, the elder ones will teach the younger where to get the best food, water, how to use things as tools, and every other thing that will increase their odds of survival. This is really cute to me tbh, they do this because the females usually choose the older males because they've proved that they are intelligent and strong, that they have survived and will continue to for awhile. Teaching the younger males these things are to make the odds of them getting chosen to mate more likely. The whole unit just reminds me of a father that has to deal with rowdy teens.

Carlisle likes to take in strays, he might not have a herd but he will make one and teach them to thrive. That's how he envisions it anyway. He just has a found family and is trying his best.

Esme: Now this might seem like an insult, but I promise it's not! This is in no way misogynistic. I love cattle and ever since I took animal science in highschool, I have appreciated these grass puppies like they deserve. Call me Castro because I love cows.

Yup! I chose a Cow for her. Specifically a beef cow. That might sound weird but its because beef cows have higher maternal instinct than dairy cows. I'm thinking Scottish Highland based on vibes alone.

They are nicknamed the Gentle Giants of Scotland. Super maternal and sweet and ugh look how cute they are!

Esme came from a abusive marriage and had just lost her child, she was depressed and desperate. Her changing was, in a way, salvation. She just fits in. She adopts all these strays along with him and will protect them to the death. She might be gentle by nature, but don't fuck with her family. She lost her first one and she isn't going to lose this one.

Alice: She's an odd one. There are so many possibilities and maybe I'm biased, but I feel like she would be a Crow.

Ok listen, I'm definitely biased but it just feels right. Crows get a bad rap, they are so cool! They are so intelligent and have the ability to actually sit and think about the past, prest, and future. I forget what its called, but this was only seem in humans! Maybe other apes, I can't remember exactly, but either way its awesome. They do live in groups, or murders, and remember people and faces. They remember locations and are able to pass down information through generations. They essentially have their own language! They are able to use tools too!

Alice's story is really sad. When we first meets her, it revolves around the death of her mother and her institutionalized. She was essentially tortured and forgot everything from her past. All she had was the future and even that wasn't constant. Crows a often viewed as omens, they are associated with death. I personally believe that instead of being the cause, they just know something is going to happen. They are very inquisitive and can be creative.

If you befriend a murder of crows, sometimes, depends or the group, they will bring gifts. Its can range from food to shiny metals and colorful plastic. Hell, I think I've seen a post of one stealing things from people just to gift it to their human.

Alice's love language is gifts. Even if they are focused around fashion, she still goes out of her way to get something that will look good and at least be a little comfortable. By that I mean she tends to forget peoples comfort zones, but she means well.

Jasper: Honestly not to sure what to put for him. I know a predator would be more fitting, but for some reason I can see a donkey working. I know, seems like I'm clowning on the confederate. Fair, but I'm serious about the donkey thing. Honestly, it would be perfect if it wasn't a herbivore. Porcupine would also work.

Being a predator would make more sense. Given his backstory and his characterization, it wouldn't make sense for him to be a prey animal. Usually I wouldn't count this, but given his gore filled past and trouble with the diet, it seemed fitting.

I see him as a Big Cat. Honestly, vamps in general just give cat vibes. Jasper though especially have some cat like qualities, which originates from hunting and being a soldier.

I specifically see him as a Mountain Lion. Aside from him being blonde, he just has the predatory stealth to him. In midnight sun, we see him use his gift to make the nomads overlook him. He's honestly really powerful.

Mountain lions are known for being stealthy with an air of grace and power to them. They are stong animals. And I mean strong. They can jump 40-45 feet.

They're very elusive and quite. They stalk their prey and tend to attack from behind but don't think they won't hold their ground if need be.

Jasper was changed during the Civil War and forced to fight in the Newborn wars. He was a soldier as a human and as a vampire. He's able to feel and manipulate others emotions. He's covered in scars and is very intimidating.

He still struggles with the diet and honestly I hate how the others handle it. Like they have no room to talk. I don't want to defend the confederate but it just pisses me off. He has to deal with his hunger on top of everyone else's. Like damn, besties always on edge! Everyone doubts him which I don't think helps any.

Also, Mountain lions and Cheetahs can purr!

@aquanova99 I'll do a Volturi one too. That one will be fun lmao

#twilight saga #the twilight saga #twilight au #bella swan #edward cullen #carlisle cullen #esme cullen #jasper hale #jasper cullen #alice cullen #rosalie hale #rosalie cullen #emmett cullen #the cullens #the volturi #honestly look at the muscle definition on that thing #jesus chriiiist

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larryficworks · 4 years

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⭐daisies & dying by xaz (14k) (I was debating whether to include this one in just bc it’s not exactly “prince/castle” based, but has elements ig? lol)

Harry’s eyes stayed cemented to the marble tiles, engraining the memory of his shiny loafers and their contrast to the flooring as he heard the footsteps draw near. An icy hand yanked his chin violently, forcing his face forward.

Hand still clutching Harry’s chin, the man gave a toothy smirk, “I’ve waited centuries to have you as my bride. I won’t settle for less than your full attention, my love.”

OR Hades!Louis and Persephone!Harry but make it pirates

⭐What A Feeling To Be A King Beside You by itsprobablylarry (17k) (need ao3 account)

“Tomlinson. Louis Tomlinson, Duke of Wellington, your highness,” the man, or boy considering he seems to be around Harry’s age or slightly older, says with a wink and a quick bow.

Huh. Duke of Wellington. Harry recalls once meeting the Duke of Wellington. He probably wasn't a day over 7 years and honestly only remembers a mischievous boy with blue eyes that poured gravy on him. But now that he thinks about it, the Duke in front of him does have pretty, blue eyes as well. He's also got a nice smile and a beautiful jawline covered in short stubble. His chestnut hair is done up in a perfect quiff and his dark navy suit is perfectly tailored to his body. He's fit.

(Basically: Harry is the Prince of Wales and Louis is the Duke of Wellington. They fall in love.)

⭐tempests of dust by scrunchyharry (31k)

Louis lived an ordinary life, albeit in an extraordinary place. His family, alongside many others, were mandated to maintain the fortress of Bourbon-l’Archambault, one of the many castles belonging to the crown of France. It was thankless work, but it was a roof over their heads and a quiet, steady life. For all that he knew, the Crown had forgotten Bourbon-l’Archambault even existed, which suited him quite well.

That was until the Dauphin, Prince Harry, came to stay for a summer and decided that he would experience the life of a peasant, for his own personal growth, without any regards to how it would affect others. After a summer spent together, the thought of parting ways was too much to bear and they struck a deal: Louis would pretend to be a duke at the court of Versailles for a season: if after three months, he was miserable, Harry would let him return to his former life without making a fuss.

Did they really think it would be that simple?

⭐You Take Me Over, You’re the Magic in My Veins by supernope (36k)

Louis can feel Harry’s eyes on him as he turns to head toward his seat. He tucks a secretive smile into the palm of his hand while he slides into place beside his sister, his mother’s seat still empty as it awaits the Queen’s entrance. He knows he should be behaving himself a bit more, should be focusing his attention on Gemma, rather than her brother. He’s working on borrowed time, is expected to announce his engagement to the Princess within the next few weeks, but he can’t seem to help himself. Gemma is lovely, kind and witty and beautiful, but he has no interest in being married to her, had no interest in marriage before her arrival, period.

Teeth sunk into his bottom lip to disguise his smile, Louis risks a quick glance toward Gemma and Harry’s usual seats, finds Harry already seated and staring steadily back at him. His hair is a mess from Louis’ fingers and his cheeks are still flushed, and Louis’ heart gives a heavy, delighted thud. No, he thinks, he has no desire to be betrothed to Princess Gemma, but he finds he wouldn’t mind being married after all, if it was Prince Harry he was promised to, instead.

⭐Buried Like Treasure by QuickedWeen for TheCellarDoor (40k)

Prince Harry Styles is very private. He chooses to keep himself out of the public eye but feels lonely and isolated while surrounded by people in his hectic royal life. When he finishes his dissertation, he decides to take a solo holiday to one of the royal family's properties in the Swiss Alps.

Semi-retired thief Louis Tomlinson has been pulled in for one last job: steal a painting from an uninhabited mansion. Neither one of them expects a natural disaster.

⭐I'll Be Here Waiting on Forever by sweaterpawstyles (45k)

Harry made Louis feel like he was walking on air. He was beautiful in every way and it constantly amazed Louis. His eyes could melt Louis' heart at a single glance, his soft hands made Louis' heart race with a simple touch, and the words from his cherry red lips were so captivating that Louis held onto everything he said.

There was a constant buzz in Louis' veins when Harry gave him that look, the look that spoke more than words ever could. It was a soft fond that Louis fell in love with so easily. Too easily.

Louis was in love with the boy he could never have and show off to the world.

A Romeo and Juliet AU where Louis is an alpha prince who falls in love with Harry, an omega prince from the neighboring kingdom.

⭐like cabbages and kings by you_explode (61k) (another fic I wasn’t sure to include but whatever lmao)

When Louis was a kid, he had a series of very vivid dreams about a place called Wonderland. There were rabbits wearing waistcoats and talking cats and ridiculous tea parties, and amidst all the absurdity, there was a boy. A boy with dimples, big green eyes and the sweetest soul Louis has ever known. Louis has always kept a place in his heart for that boy and for his funny dreamworld, and when he’s twenty-five and his life falls apart, it turns out Wonderland might not be so imaginary after all.

⭐feel the chemicals burn in my bloodstream by togetherwecouldbealright (123k) (need ao3 account)

“Alright, alright. No need to bite,” Harry says, holding his hands above his head in a general gesture of surrender.

Louis quirks an eyebrow and his foot nudges Harry’s as he moves to sit straight. “If that’s what you think biting is, you’ve got another thing coming, Styles.”

Harry blinks at him before he feels his face flush and inside the marrows of his bones there’s pulses of heat, pulses of fire spreading through him. “Is that a threat, your Highness?”

“That’s a promise,” Louis answers just as the car halts to a stop. “One I intend to keep.”

Harry is a journalist with a lot of secrets and Louis is the future king of the United Kingdom; they live together for 60 days.

#royalty au #fic rec

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rosalynbair · 6 years

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Euphoria | Part One

Kylo Ren x reader

Summary: You’re finally seeing the Knights of Ren live, the concert itself is everything that you could wish for, and more. Warnings: alcohol, nipple piercings?

A/N: Highkey I’ve been writing this for over two weeks and I told @kylo-renne that I would post this like, last Thursday yet here we are a week later finally posting the first half of this. Lmao, but thanks babe for putting up with my sporadic writing <3 | Masterlist | Buy me a coffee |

The bass blared into your ears, the screams of the people around you piercing through your euphoric moment of enjoying one of your favorite songs. The sweat – yours mixed with others dripped down your skin, your clothes clinging to the liquid.

Your hand was holding a red cup, the dark red liquid inside sloshing against the sides of the cup as your body moved in sync with the people around you. Your hips swayed in tune to the beat coming from the speakers on the stage, your head tilted back as you closed your eyes, hair hitting your bare shoulders with each move you made.

You felt someone press against you from behind, and you kept your movements the same, not letting anyone disrupt your moment. You tilted your head to the side, glancing the blonde man that rested his head on your shoulder before taking his hand that rested on your hip into yours, lifting it up so his arm was arched above you as you spun under it, giving him a closed lip smile as you looked at him from hooded eyes.

You give him a slow wink before ducking under another person’s flailing arms to slide closer to the stage. Your open hand reached down to pull your shorts out of their position they had around your thighs after riding up with your dancing. Your fingers grab a hold of your shirt, pulling it away from your skin, a blast of cold air hitting your skin as you waved the shirt against your torso to allow it to dry slightly.

Your eyeline comes up from your shirt to the floor of the stage, following the mass amount of wires that have been taped down with black and grey electrical tapes in a neat manner. The chords were the only organized thing on the stage, the five beings that were walking back and forth were anything but.

The Knights Of Ren.

They were the most known band on the rock scene right now, not quite mainstream, but the moment anyone heard their name, they immediately had an opinion of the band. Whether it was a rant about how they had loved the band before they became popular, or it was how much they were overrated, or how they were the best band they’ve ever heard, or, in most cases as of recently, how attractive x band member is.

Phasma, her blonde hair pulled back into a sloppy little ponytail, her biceps straining with the pressure of each hit to the drums in front of her. There was black eyeliner streaming down her sweat slicked face, her lips tilted up in a grin as she mouthed the words to the song. Her body was covered in a black muscle shirt, and even in the faint lighting of the strobe lights, you could see the sweat stains that had formed under her tattoo-covered arms. You could barely glimpse the black jean cut offs and her tattered grey converse from behind the drum set, but even still, you could admire the tap of her left foot, the multi coloured tattoos shining under the lights.

To the left of the stage in front of you was Drew, his cropped purple hair shining and clumping with the gel he had put into it. His arms were covered in a black paint that was beginning to melt off of him. His body clad in a simple black knee length overalls set, one shoulder hanging down his chest undone, revealing his chest tattoo and a nipple piercing. You watched as he stepped closer to the edge of the stage, hopping onto a small platform that was set up beside a speaker. You caught his eye as he leaned down and gave you a wink while his fingers plucked at the four strings on the bass he held.

Beside him, was Alex – the twin of Drew. Much the same except for the black mullet he supported on top of his head. He had tattoos trailing up his neck and a piercing on his eyebrow. He was much larger than Drew, muscles bulging as he lifted his guitar above his head, tilting his head back and sticking his forked tongue out of his mouth. He had no shirt on, and his tight abs were accentuated by the sweat and water that dripped off of him.

The other two were on the other side of the stage, but you were near the middle and could see them perfectly as your head tilted back, finishing the last of your alcohol, letting the cup fall to the floor beside you the moment it was empty.

You held the liquid in your mouth for a moment before swallowing, no longer phased by the sting of it trailing down your throat. Your eyes trailed over to the last two members of the band. Zandra, an ethereal beauty with dark skin and long hair. Her lips painted a shiny gold to match her combat boots and designs she painted on her hands. Her hips swayed as she sang into the microphone in front of her, the skirt she wore twirling around her thick thighs.

Her high voice blended with Kylo’s baritone rasp. Kylo – the reason the band had gained so much traction recently. His dark eyes captivated anyone who looked at him, pulled them in until he had them under his control. His plush lips that curled up into a smirk as he sang. He stood on a platform, his height of six foot five inches accentuated with his wide, muscular frame.

As a solo came from Zandra’s guitar, he stuck his tongue ring between his teeth as he grinned, reaching up to adjust the black septum hoop in his nose before trailing a finger through the dripping eyeliner, dragging it down his face to extend the black line.

He jumped down from the platform, releasing a long, low octave growl into his microphone. He knelt down, reaching out to the audience with his gloved hand. You watched in awe as his damp hair fell into his brooding eyes. Your eyes trailed down his shirtless body, his tight jeans falling low on his hips in his position. There was a glint of metal around his waist, and it wasn’t until he stood up once more that you saw a long chain wrapped around in his belt loops, two handcuffs hitting each of his thighs as he leaned forward.

He pulled the microphone away from his lips, curling his arms against his chest as Phasma began to hit the bass drum harder than before, the trail of the guitars fading as the crowd released a loud unanimous scream.

Kylo stomped his right foot hard onto the stage, bringing the microphone back up for a few moments to let out a loud, raspy scream before dropping the object onto the floor. Phasma’s hits became louder and louder, and Kylo began to nod his head along perfectly to each hit she gave, his hair following his movements drastically in long swishes. Falling in front of his face to obscure it each time before he moved his body back once more, his back arching as his hair fell behind him once more.

You couldn’t help but sway your hips once more, your movements timed to the beat you knew so well. Your hair hit your shoulders each time you nodded your head, the balls of your feet supporting your weight as you bounced onto them.

From beside you, you heard someone scream that they loved Kylo. The high pitched announcement reached his ears and he looked down into the crowd, seeing your dance, your hair bouncing and swaying around your face. He releases a sly grin, and you don’t catch the look he gives you as his eyes find the swell of your breasts that was showing off more as your shirt fell off one of your shoulders. The sweat soaked fabric clinging to your skin, and he sees the soft outline of two nipple piercings.

The final sound of drums fades from your ears, and you release a laugh and a yell with the rest of the crowd. Kylo bends down, grabbing the microphone he had dropped. He brings it close to his lips.

“Now.” He purrs into the mic, his voice echoing out of the speakers and monitors. “We can’t play for you much longer.”

A loud protest comes from the people around you.

“I’d love to stay here forever with you.” He chuckles “But we’d get arrested for trespassing and reckless behaviour – and our manager says we can’t get arrested again.”

You let out a laugh, smiling up at the man who stood above you. You vaguely remembered Kylo and Alex getting arrested a few months ago for damaging a venue when they tried to kick the band out before their set was over.

“Now this last song-“ He laughs at the cries of protest that he’s drowned in. “This, is one you all know. You know I wrote this with my girlfriend for the new album.”

You nod, hearing the small beginnings of Alex’s bass, Drew and Zandra joining in with a low pitched string of notes. Phasma begins a quiet thud of the bass, her stick hitting the snares gently in a rolling pace.

“Lysandra is off singing a duet with someone else.” Kylo says into the mic that he places into the stand. “So I’m going to need you to sing her parts for me.”

The crowd releases it’s excitement, the groupies knowing immediately that Kylo was once more on the market. Zandra’s acoustic guitar faded and Drew picked up on the notes that followed as she set the guitar down and grabbed the double necked electric that she cherished.

Kylo nods his head, holding the microphone between both of his large hands. “Come with me to the other side – leave the pain of this world behind.”

Your body sways once more, watching as Kylo leaned forward, cupping a hand around his ear.

“For whatever you decide – you’re wrong – I’ll be your bonfire.” The crowd sang back to him, and you see his lips tilt up into a rare, genuine smile.

Kylo lets out a growl, grabbing the mic from the stand and jumps onto the platform, jumping in a circle as the beat suddenly picked up. Zandra and Alex banging their heads along with the drums behind them as their fingers slid up and down the necks of their guitars, fingers plucking at the strings.

The words are repeated once more, Kylo singing with the mic pointed towards the crowd. You gladly sang along, your voice melding with those around you. Even without the mic, you could hear Kylo’s voice clearly above the rest.

You let out a yelp as Kylo jumped from the platform, clearing the rest of the stage and landing between the stage and barrier – right in front of you. His eyes rake down your body, your thighs bare to his gaze. He gives you a smirk before turning left, his hand grabbing some of those that reached for him, leaning into some of the girls as he gave them false hope of wanting them.

He walked back and forth twice, his voice loud in your ears each time he passed you. “I can see my grin in the reflection of the blade and feel confidence -And joy 'cause the decision now is made” When he tilted the mic to the crowd, he stopped in front of you, his arm reaching past the barrier to snake around your waist, pinning you to the cold metal of the fence. “The steel is cold and brings a stream over my skin, open up this Empty shell and free the icebound soul within” he sings hoarsely to you, staring down at your small frame in his arm. “Why don't you” you say back to him, voice no longer in tune as you spoke the following words of the bridge to him.

“Come with me to the other side.” He sings back. “Leave the pain of this world behind.”

Your body is frozen as he leans towards you, saying the last few words of the chorus before the band took over for their solos, his body hunched awkwardly to place his face at the same level as yours. “I’m going to kiss you now.” He mummers, seeing your shocked nod before he leans in – his nose hits your cheek as he tilts his head.

His lips are soft, although a bit chapped against yours. Kylo’s lips move against yours, opening your mouth to slide his tongue against your teeth. You can taste the lemon flavoured lozenge he had sucked on throughout the show, and the sweat that had gathered around his mouth was salty against your taste buds.

Your soft moan is music to his ears, and he’d be grateful if that were the only sound he would ever be able to hear again. You hear his chuckle as he pulls your lip between his teeth, he releases it as he stands to his full height, a small mewl leaving your throat from the loss of contact.

It’s only a moment later that a blush takes over your cheeks at the realization of what had occurred. The people around you were screaming, begging for a chance to kiss Kylo Ren. He gives you a wink before setting the mic on the stage, bracing his hands against the platform before hopping back on with an easy adjustment of his weight.

His voice fills your ears once more, finishing the last few verses of the song as you continue to dance in the small space you had claimed for yourself.

When the final notes of the song played their course and faded into the speakers, you closed your eyes for a moment, basking once more in the atmosphere of the concert high.

Your eyes open once more, and the swell of people around you began to dwindle as Kylo said thank you to the crowd. You smile, bending to pick up the cup you had dropped to the floor. You turn away from the stage once the cup was in your hand, and you move with the crowd towards the only exit.

The cold air of the late spring night hits your skin, causing you to shiver when there was no one left around you. Everyone who was leaving the venue was dispersing in different directions, though most were heading towards the train station a few blocks away.

You head into the small alley beside the venue, finding the dumpster and tossing your cup into it.

“Model citizen, aren’t you?” A voice comes from behind you.

You turn, brows furrowed as you catch the bright orange tip of a cigarette. “I don’t want to just leave my trash around.” You reply, following the pale fingers up the man’s arm to his bare neck and face.

“Shouldn’t you be heading home?” He asks, and you hear him take a long drag of the cigarette.

“I’m about to.” You say, beginning to turn back to the street.

“Why don’t you stay?” He asks.

“I have things to do.” You mutter, beginning to walk back to the well lit street.

“Stay.” He insists. “I can let you in to see the band.”

“I don’t want to see the band.” You snap, your shoes echoing loudly off the brick walls.

“That hurts.” A second voice laughs, the deep voice surrounding you like a warm blanket. You glance over, seeing a metal door being held open by Kylo Ren himself.

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