#the worst for humans is confusion. exaustion

[ofstarsandfireflies]

This movie was the only thing I could think about all day today.

Star dust

A man goes to find a fallen star and gets pulled into an adventure.

Tony was in love with Pepper.

She was everything to him, but she didn’t believe him when he tried to propose.

She won’t listen when he tries to tell her that she’s different, that he can see himself growing old with her.

But he knows that no matter what he buys her, she’ll take it as him trying to buy her love, instead of trying to prove it.

He has to think of something else.

As luck would have it, when they are both in the tower looking up into the night sky, something large and bright flies over their heads and crash lands a few hundred miles away.

Pepper thinks it’s a shooting star and Tony is praying it’s anything but an alien space ship.

However, when he asks her if she’ll marry him if he brings back her ‘star’ and she actually says yes, he’s already half way off the balcony before his suit has even formed completely.

But Tony isn’t the only one who’s after the star.

Galactus’ role in the universe is to keep things balanced, and when the scales begin to tip, he’s there to set it right again.

So when it comes time to clear out a couple of planets and their surrounding stars, he sees one of the stars run from him.

It’s not the first time a star has tried to save itself, and it most likely will not be the last, but Galactus enjoys the hunt when it does happen.

So he follows it.

And sees it land on a little planet of blue.

Tony is approaching the crash site, looking for a lump of rock, when he spots something white and glowing in the very center of the crater this thing caused.

He flies toward it, colliding into the thing and knocking it and himself to the ground.

It’s a man.

A very naked man.

Tony quickly gets back to his feet.

Maybe he’s just a loon who lives around here, but he’d be loon who knows where the star is.

And the man, who isn’t at all interested in covering himself up as he tries to stand up again, tells him that he is the star.

It’s as Tony is moving to help him that he realises this man is glowing.

His body is sparkling white like there’s flecks of diamonds under his skin, and when Tony gets a look at those eyes.

Holy...

They’re like looking into a galaxy.

Tony is beside himself.

He has a star, an actual star.

The star that, once delivered to Pepper, would finally get her to marry him.

But the man has no intention of going with him.

He has to hide.

Galactus would be looking for him.

And once Galactus is gone, he has to return to where he came from before he becomes human.

That’s the worst possible outcome if he were to be in any way associated with this loathsome man before him.

So Tony has no choice but to force him.

With a simple command, his suit is dissolving away from his body and latching onto the star’s, who is appalled not only by being kidnapped, but also for being a gift for someone else.

And forcing him to walk all the way back to her.

Things don’t really start out well for the two.

Stephen is so sick of hearing about Pepper Potts and how perfect she is, which is probably worse than Tony telling him he could have flown them back home if whatever Stephen was made of hadn’t screwed up everything in the suit, rendering it useless to them.

At least he wasn’t going to present Stephen to Pepper as naked as he’d found him.

So Stephen could have some modesty while acting as a glorified wedding ring.

And then there was the sleeping.

Tony slept the night away when they could be moving.

Galactus could be anywhere.

But without Tony, the suit refused to move, so Stephen was stuck beside him, bored and angry.

When morning came, Tony noticed how tired Stephen looked and was struck with a horrible theory.

That theory became truth when Stephen collapsed, fast asleep.

Stephen was becoming mortal.

At this pace, Tony would be presenting a perfectly normal human being to Pepper, and he knew she wouldn’t believe a word of anything he’d have to tell her.

He’d been expecting a lump of celestial rock.

Not this.

Deciding to let Stephen rest, Tony makes himself comfortable, watching Stephen’s glow slowly return and wondering if he was dreaming.

If stars could dream.

Stephen finally wakes up some hours later and is confused as to what just happened to him.

When Tony tells him he fell asleep, Stephen doesn’t believe him.

Stars don’t sleep.

Before Stephen can start freaking out about his impending mortality, Tony promises that he’ll get him back to where he belongs after Pepper has seen him.

A little skeptical but also a little grateful to Tony for watching over him, Stephen stops dragging his feet when they continue on their way.

The sooner they get to Pepper, the quicker Stephen can get home.

Obviously if Tony is going to such lengths to earn her love, she must be doing something for Tony too and Stephen doesn’t want to keep Tony from that surprise.

It’s when Tony falls silent at the mention of this that Stephen can’t help but notice.

Why is Tony doing this for her when she wouldn’t do this for him? Doesn’t he deserve someone who just wants him for him and not for his wealth?

And that’s the sad thing.

Everyone wants Tony for his wealth, so he may as well be with someone he knew, right?

As the days pass, they find themselves stalling for longer and longer, setting themselves up in a nice hotel room as Tony shows Stephen around.

When once Tony would be almost dragging Stephen behind him, now they walk side by side, taking their time with no need to rush.

When once Stephen was closed off to the idea of having anything to do with this man, now he finds himself unable to keep his shine within him when their eyes meet, or hands touch.

Stephen was never good at controlling his emotions.

But this only allows their enemy to catch up to them.

It all happens so quickly, Tony has no idea what he’s doing until he’s already done it when I giant ray of light spotlights Stephen.

All he can see is Stephen in pain, that beautiful glow he’s barley realised has been happening more and more often fading away, and when the screaming starts as Stephen is torn apart by the ray of light engulfing him, Tony is grabbing him, getting them as far away as possible from it and not caring as he feels almost all of his energy drain from his body.

Somehow, they make it to the safety of their hotel room.

And almost as soon as they do, Tony's human body, the one which survived a ray intended for converting planets into nothing but energy, falls against Stephen, making the star catch him.

Stephen helps lie him down in his bed, climbing in as well so he can rest Tony’s head in his lap, eyes trained on his chest rising and falling.

His hands are stinging from where his very essence had been ripped out, but he pays it no mind as he runs them through Tony’s hair.

And as he does so, he begins talking.

He tells him how he feels about Pepper using him.

He tells him how he would never expect anything from Tony like that if they were in a relationship.

He tells him how Tony has captured his heart, and if he wants it, all he has to do is say the word and it’s his.

And when Tony wakes, he does.

Now just minutes away from Pepper, Tony leaves Stephen in bed to get changed and head to her.

He’s not going to marry her.

He’ll go to her and tell her just that, and he’ll pick up a new housing unit while he’s there so he has something to protect Stephen with when Galactus comes for him again.

Pepper hadn’t thought Tony would actually take her seriously and try to bring her an actual star, but as Tony is swapping over his housing units, he hears a loud booming voice. Looking out of his window, he sees a giant of a figure who could only be Galactus, with what looks like a massive steel planet covering the sky.

And he left Stephen alone.

Quickly telling Pepper to stay hidden, he’s out of the tower and up in the air, scanning the layout of the ship and thinking how best he can use this giant machine to work for him instead of against him.

It’s only when Friday points out a single exaust port leading directly to the reactor system which is the same design flaw the Death Star has in Starwars, Tony realises two things.

The first is that Friday watches too many movies with Peter, the second is that he can fly right up to it, send a homing rocket down that port and blow at least part of it up.

The very part which will release all the planet energy this thing lives on according to Friday.

But while Tony is too busy protecting Stephen, Stephen comes out of of the hotel to protect Tony, using the love that shines within him, out through what little remains of his glow, blindng Galactus as Tony flies right past him and nails the shot.

The Worldship explodes, sending all of that energy out straight into Galactus, who can’t handle that much all at once.

But what Galactus does and where he goes is of little concern to Tony, the intense light flickering to him, calling to him, all he can focus on.

When he lands beside Stephen, weak but alive, those gorgeous eyes flick from Tony’s to something above him.

Tony turns to look.

With the explosion, a portal has opened, revealing the blackness of space above them.

Stephen’s home.

It’s right there, just a few thousand feet above their heads.

But Stephen is too weak to get up there by himself.

Tony is not going to let Stephen give up.

He shines too brightly to just belong to him.

He should be marvelled at by everyone who enjoys looking up at the night sky.

Scooping him up, his suit blasts them up towards the open portal, which has slowly begun to close.

All he has to do is get Stephen up there and he’ll remain a star.

His light is fading, and he barely has the strength to raise one of his scarred hands and caress Tony’s face.

His breath is but a whisper when those three words linger between them.

Tony hovers between his own world and Stephen’s, gazing into those incredible eyes.

They were so close.

If they continued up, Stephen’s hands would heal, his light would return, he would live forever, as he had done for centuries.

If Tony brought them back down, Stephen’s mortality would mean he could never return.

And yet, here he was, telling Tony that that was the path he wished to take, if a star were allowed to wish.

That the few days he’d spent on Earth in Tony’s company had meant more to him than his eternity of watching.

Tony tore his eyes away from Stephen’s to look up at the portal above them.

Watching it close completely as he brought them back down, holding his star a little tighter.

Quotes

“This may seem strange, but have you seen a fallen star anywhere?”

“You’re funny.”

“No, really. We’re in a crater. This must be where it fell.”

“Yeah this is where it fell. It is. Or, if you want to be really specific, up there is where this weird, bloody necklace came out of nowhere and knocked it out of the heavens when it was minding its own business. And over there is where it landed. And right here, this is where it got hit by a magical flying moron!”

“You’re the star! You’re the star? Really?”

Tony and Stephen meet, both not getting off to a very good start.

“Because the little I know about love is that it’s unconditional. It’s not something you can buy.”

“Hang on. This wasn’t about me buying her love. This was a way for me to prove how I felt.”

“And what’s she doing to prove how she feels about you?”

Tony has to think about that one.

“You know when I said I know little about love? Well, that wasn’t true. I know a lot about love. I’ve seen it. I’ve seen centuries and centuries of it. And it was the only thing that made watching your world bearable. All those wars. Pain and lies. Hate. Made me want to turn away and never look down again. But to see the way that mankind loves. I mean, you could search the furthest reaches of the universe, and never find anything more beautiful. So, yes, I know that love is unconditional. But I also know it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and, well, strangely easy to mistake for loathing. And...what I’m trying to say, Tristan, is...I think I love you. My heart, it feels like my chest can barley contain it. Like it doesn’t belong to me any more. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I’d wish for nothing in exchange. No gifts, no goods, no demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you love me, too. Just your heat...in exchange for mine.” Stephen’s Wish.

Wish Upon

While trying to show the one he thinks he loves how he feels, Tony meets the one he’s meant to be with

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[zuffer-weird-girl]

Mommy is tired after giving birth to kin. Kai *kaito .. this is you sister*. Kaito *sister ? But I said I want baby brother* kai gives him his famous glare *its not up to you* kaito already crying *i don't want her return her back* mommy though is tired but laughing .. angry kai is ON *your sister is not a dull or toy to be returned back. She is human first of all*. Would you guys belive me? I thought my sister was a toy when I was kid 😭😭 I bite her right hand the fist time I saw her 😂

You bited your sister's hand?! Oh thank god Im not the only one, me and my older brother do this whenever we met and HE HAS MORE THAN 30 YEARS

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"You look a bit troubled there my devil..." you pointed out tiredly at your husband, whose was sitting right next to you on the edge of your hospital bed, looking at the ground but with almost emptiness in his eyes, like he wasn't really... there.

He snapped his head up to look at you and despite your worry you gave him a tired smile.

"Something wrong?" He stared at you for a few seconds before lowering his gaze to his second child.

... his daughter. Kin.

When the thought of that you two were having a girl sticked to his mind he had to admit he was... taken out of guard. Then the worst happened.

His past with the white haired girl came to haunt him. Everthing he did and you had no idea of... the bullets, the experiments...

He didn't exactly felt shame or even regret on doing these things... but when Kaito was showed on the ultrasound he just couldn't do it anymore, something inside him was stronger than his wish to complete his plan...now that he looked down at his own daughter, a knot seemed to form on his gut...

What if he losed control and did the same thing? God you were never even going to look at him....

"...No. It's fine." He said nonchalantly but decided to rest his temple on the top of your head, not breaking eye contact with the new born. "Just taken out of guard."

"Huh?" You blinked the sleep away from your eyes to at least try to stay awake for a just a little more.

"Angel, they literally cutted you. How was I not supposed to be worried?" He said in a 'maner of tone voice' before growling at your giggles.

You felt the vibrations due to being layed on his neck and you hummed happily, but still remained your firm hold of your new treasure.

"Please tell me you didn't kill anyone after knowing that I was going to do a cesarean."

"... I brought them back at least." You let out a tired and 'not surprised' laugh while your husband seemed to relax at the sound.

A knock on the door interrupted both of you and Kai gently and slowly got off from the bed, to answer the door.

"Pops. You brought the brat." He greeted the elder while looking down at Kaito who seemes way grumpy than he expected.

"When you're going to stop calling me that?" Pops muffled a low chuckle before stepping in on the room.

"Maybe when you stop acting like one." Kai answer his son in the same tone of voice making you and the old man just sigh in hopeless.

Never, he was never going to stop. His kid was always going to be a midget brat.

"Mommy!" Kaito beamed before going to your side, Pops doing the same.

"You scared us for a bit. Cesareans are never easy (Y/n)." Pops almost laughed in joy at sieng the baby's hair.

"I am the wife of a mobster, my father in law is a mobster... I guess I can take care of a cesarean way more easy than being, I dunno, kidnapped." You both laughed while Chisaki sended death glares at you.

Not. Funny.

You noticed your son climbing on the bed to give you a serne smile.

"Hello my soldier." You cooed tiredly but still welcomed your son's arms around your neck. "Here look. This is Kin, your new baby sister." You handed to Pops to hold, since trusting a seven years old child to hold a new born wasn't exactly the best idea, and just closed your eyes with a sigh, hitting your pillow.

You felt a gloved hand carresing your cheek and you just could sense the worry in your husband.

"I'm tired." You be moaned while he rolled his eyes at it.

"...Mom there was a mistake. It was going to be a brother, why is it a girl?" You laughed in exaustation and just decided to let this go for now.

Sleep here you come. You knew that after leaving this hospital neither you or Kai would be getting any, so might as well enjoy it.

"Brat no, it wasn't going to be a boy." Chisaki said sternly while Pops already shocked his head with a smile.

Finally he could sense what is to enjoy a granddaughter... for real.

"But I wanted a brother. There's a paper of return, right?" Kaito said monoustly before urging his hand to the blanket in Pops arms before Chisaki just pinched his ear.

"No, there isn't." He said a bit more annoyed this time "This is your younger sister and there's no turning back. Deal with it."

"But I don't want it." He whined while glaring at his father, now both just changing threatening glances at each other.

"What a shame, because me and your mother want her, so I would suggest that you at least collaborate." The kid groaned again before huffing.

"I will collaborate with leaving her on the door of some stranger, maybe them will want her instead of me." He snarled back and Chisaki's pacience just snapped.

"Why you little-"

"Let's face both of you." Pops interrupted while taking a seat on a chair, before placing his granddaughter on the crib "Kaito, you wouldn't like if you had a brother neither a sister because you're jealous of your mom. You didn't want it a sibling in the first place surely but faked it by seing that." Kaito went to speak but closed his mouth, lowering his hand down with a huff accepting defeat.

Kai sighed in relief before Pops pointed to his palm at him as well, making him arch one eyebrow.

"My boy, you as well, when Kaito was born you would get very irritated because sometimes your 'angel' had to spend more time with Kaito than you, and you know deep inside that with your daughter won't be any different, but only more attention of your wife taken away sonce now there will be two kids distracting her away from your grasp." Pops smirked at the way Chisaki's eye twitched at hearing the information.

"Both of you have one more thing in common. Both have jealous as fuck asses." He let out a laugh at the way Chisaki covered his son's ears the moment he noticed he was going to let out a swear.

"Pops I swear-"

"Ah, now that the kid is not listening I can say that I found that little secret of yours? About-" He snickered at the way Chisaki's ears were getting pink "I don't even need to say it right?"

"With all due respect Pops. Shut up for my own and my son's sake."

The elder laughed even harder while slapping his knee, Kaito making a confused face while Chisaki just groaned in both dissapointment and humiliation.

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[the-magical-garden]

Rain

Word Count: 2,148

Warnings: N/A

My Shance Secret Santa Gift for @chrysonoe. I hope you enjoy it! <3

(Also! Sorry for the late uplaod :3 it’s still the 25th where I am, but I’ve haven’t had time to reveal until now!)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17167898

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Lance dreamed of rain. It wasn’t a rare occurrence for his eyes to close in his dorm on the IGF-Atlas, and to open to his old bedroom, rain streaming down the glass window. In fact, he observed that the dream repeated too many times for comfort. A lot of memories came with the recurring dream. The smell of rain against dry dirt, sweet and clear amongst the billowing grey of the clouds in the sky. The gentle patter of raindrops rolling down glass. Scrambling to grab a light raincoat and slip outside. The warm air venting through the hallways, accented with the smell of cooking. He always felt warm and safe in the dream. And in a way, that was the worst part. Because he’d wake up back in the Atlas. There was no large window by his bed. No comfortable mattress and oversized covers. And, most of all, no rain. The weight of his responsibilities sat on his chest from the moment his eyes opened, as if he was aware of the stakes every single waking hour. And the stakes, he knew, were quite high. The fight with the robeast took a lot out of the Voltron team, and not just energy wise. Being drained of quintessence was no walk in the park. Pidge had retreated to her dorm for what seemed like a week, only coming out once at lunch to stockpile on snacks, with tousled caramel hair and bags under hazel eyes. She’d only give one word answers to questions, with an occasional glare or mumble. Her family visited a lot, which Lance figured helped a lot - they hadn’t been together in years. Understanding her inflated introversion, he and Shiro helped out by transferring her gaming set to her room. She’d only given a slight smile, and a quiet thanks, which, Lance figured, was an improvement from before. Allura recovered by putting herself to work. She’d always gotten comfort out of responsibility, which Lance figured made her such a good Princess and leader. She worked tirelessly around the ship, helping to build and repair Altean-inspired tech, and taking over at the bridge of the Atlas whenever Shiro had gotten too tired to operate. Keith was even less talkative, and more grim than before. As good a leader as he could be, and as encouraging as he tried to be despite his demeanor, Lance knew recovery would be hardest on him. He was somehow paler than before, the scar on his face further contrasted. His hair was so messy, Allura insisted on pulling it back into a ponytail to tidy him up. While Keith didn’t say anything about it, Lance knew he appreciated the gesture. Hunk, being the loving guy he was, insisted on playing games with Pidge and bringing her peanut butter cookies. Hunk, Pidge, and Lance would all do joint game nights every once in a while, enjoying the delightful earth snacks that they hadn’t been able to enjoy in what seemed like years. Hunk got comfort from cooking, and lifting other people up with it. When morale was low, Hunk was just the remedy. Or, his food, as he insisted. His family was also a godsend. The Garett family were cooking fiends, whipping up enough food to feed an entire population. Once, Hunk’s mom brought Lance some garlic knots. Lance couldn’t quite remember, but he was pretty sure he cried. Lance himself spent as much time as possible with his family, hugging his parents too many times to count and worrying about his sisters enough that Veronica threatened, affectionately, to throw him from the bridge of the Atlas. Which, in an odd way, gave Lance comfort that not much had changed. The one unbearable part of his sister, Rachel, was that she claimed to be older than him. Which was completely unfair, as Lance had been catapulted forward in time. Her argument, in his eyes, was invalid. However, despite his recovery, he’d found it harder and harder to sleep. He’d always dream of rain. Every time he did, he’d wake up earlier, as if wanting to shake off his own pain. Lance had always known nostalgia, and even called it a friend, but remembering rain was so much worse. It was a twisted nostalgia, that had his heart in a vice grip. And so, he stopped being able to sleep altogether. He sighed, opening his eyes once again to the bland wall of the Atlas. He’d never actually fallen asleep, but he’d tried to. He was so tired that day, that he’d managed to put his pizza in the dishwasher instead of the microwave. Which was a new low, even for him. He remembered Allura’s and Hunk’s confused and worried looks, snapping him out of his stuper with questions. But even when he was too tired to function, he couldn’t fall asleep. Even though he needed it, he dreaded dreaming of rain. So, he sat up, stretching his aching arms above his body. He gave a groan as his sore muscles protested at the movement, aching still from the quintessence drain. He stood in the dark, reaching out his hand to trace the wall to a light switch. As warm light filled box room, he blinked the cloudy figures from his eyes, letting out a breath and lumbering over to the door. He’d had yet to wander the ship while everyone else was sleeping, so it was like a little adventure. As soon as the door opened, and he turned down the hallway, he gave a slight wince. It was kind of eerie, but peaceful as well. Platinum walls were lined with orange accents, the floor detailed stone. Small windows lined the hall, moonlight softly spilling in and illuminated the grays a light blue. The hallway continued until it ended a distance away, a black square amongst intersections with other hallways. Lance wasn’t too concerned, though. He knew exactly where he was going. He walked mindlessly among the halls, at peace as he observed the ship in a new, peaceful light. Without the bustle of garrison crews and cadets, the ship seemed like a palace, mysterious and extensive. Lance quite liked the change of tone. He wandered from hall to hall, memory guiding him to the bridge. The bridge had the largest window in the entire ship. And Lance wanted nothing more than to look at the sky, and imagine he was looking at it from his bedroom window. What he didn’t expect though, was that someone would be seated on the floor in front of the window. The moonlight illuminated the figure’s white hair, their shadow stretching across the length of the bridge. Their arm separated from their body, a soft blue glow emanating from the shoulder. Shiro. Right. Shiro. While Shiro hadn’t had his quintessence drained with Voltron, he’d worked just as hard, or harder than anyone. He never stopped helping out. Even when he wan’t giving orders on the bridge and directing repairs to the Atlas, he’d be on the ground, helping refugee families who had come in during the Galra’s occupation of Earth. Despite the determination in his steel grey eyes, or the openness when helping others, it was clear to Lance that he was draining quickly. He’d never truly recovered from… well, dying. Which Lance understood, since he had also died, that one time. God, what an odd thought. While Allura had healed both of them, Lance had been affected by his death for a very long time. He’d used to have a constant mental fog, or phantom pains. He’d shock awake at night, as if struck by the malfunctioning shield again. The emotional issues that came with death were…well, insurmountable. Lance was still weird about it sometimes. He had gotten a break. Shiro hadn’t. Which was what made Lance so worried when he spotted Shiro’s silvery floof, awake and aware on the bridge of the Atlas. “Shiro?” Lance asked, voice raspy and quiet with exaustion. Shiro visibly tensed, head turning slowly to peer at Lance, standing aimlessly in the doorway. Upon recognition, Shiro relaxed, giving a slight, yet warm smile. “Oh, Lance. It’s you. What are you doing up?” Lance shrugged and smiled in return, eyelids feeling a little heavy. “Couldn’t sleep. Is it the same for you?” Shiro just hummed and nodded, before amiably patting the ground next to him. Heart warming, Lance padded to Shiro’s side, folding down to the floor with crossed legs. They both just gazed through the window, admiring the sky. It was a haunting, dark indigo, faraway stars sparkling in the night. In a weird train of thought, Lance realized that they had probably visited some of the planets and stars they were seeing. Plateaus and plains eclipsed the dark sky with a warm, caramel brown, tumbleweeds and bushes nothing by silhouettes in the night. “How are you feeling?” Shiro asked, sounding concerned. Lance shrugged, yawning. “I’m okay. I really wanna sleep, but it’s hard. But - what about you? You’ve had a crazy week.” Shiro chuckled, almost a little bitterly. “We’ve had a crazy week. But, I’m feeling better than expected, given the circumstances.”
 “You need break,” Lance informed him softly. “You’ve been working nonstop.” Shiro sighed. “I wish I could, but I can only give so much work to Allura. She’s just as drained as I am.” “You deserve rest, Takashi.” Lance could feel Shiro start a bit at the name, but turned to see an almost grateful look. “I guess you’re right, Lance. I guess it’s just hard to not… help, you know? I have responsibilities.” “You are also human,” Lance remarked. “You need sleep.” “You can pry overworking from my cold, dead hands.” Lance snorted, turning back to the sky. They sat in silence, steeping in just being with one another. Lance felt more balanced, peace thrumming through him like a subtle heartbeat. Shiro’s calm swirled around him like a light breeze, soft with the silence of the bridge. Lance couldn’t help but to turn to Shiro, soaking in his moonlit features. Titanium eyes were soft in the light, almost hopeful as he peered up as a full moon. The scar across his nose caught a glare of light, his face graced by a smile. His hair was truly metallic, a bright, dazzling white. Lance could almost feel his heart clench with affection for the man. His entire body was warm. Shiro, as if feeling his look, returned Lance’s gaze, eyes glowing. The look on his face was enough to make Lance melt. It was charged with an emotion Lance couldn’t quite interpret. For a brief second, he wondered what Shiro saw when he looked at him. Did Lance’s vibrant blue eyes shine to him, the way Shiro’s did to Lance? Looking away, he shivered at the thought, soft and vibrant emotions wandering serenely throughout his body. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Shiro shift. “Are you cold?” His voice was soft and concerned. Lance met his gaze again, smile sheepish. “It’s not that bad.” On the contrary, he felt quite warm. “Come here,” Shiro requested gently, an affectionate glint in his eyes. He opened his human arm to him, welcoming. Lance didn’t hesitate, scooting over and snuggling into Shiro’s side. He wove his right arm around Shiro’s waist, leaning a weary head against his shoulder. A strong arm wrapped around his side, pulling him in. The weight of Shiro’s forehead touched against Lance’s scalp. Lance felt like he was surrounded by a warm blanket, and he relaxed, letting out the breath that had been stuck in his lungs. Shiro let out a deep hum and rocked a bit, his voice reverberating through Lance’s body. Together, they gazed up at the stars, the sky swirling with dark navy and deep plums. The moon had rose higher in the sky, full and bright. Lance realized just how light he felt next to Shiro. Everything seemed light and content, in contrast to the darkness of the night. He felt at peace. He let out a yawn, eyelids drifting. “Do you need to go to bed?” Shiro’s voice asked, almost regretfully. “I don’t wanna move,” Lance whined, snuggling further into Shiro’s side in protest. The older man chuckled affectionately, using both arms to envelope Lance in warmth. “Okay. We can stay here a little longer.” “That sounds nice,” Lance’s voice was quiet, slurred with drowsiness.. Unable to help himself, Lance could feel himself slipping, eyes closing under the light of the sky. He felt lips against his forehead, and he smiled contentedly. The next time he opened his eyes, it was to a vibrant blue sky, laced with sunset lit, billowing clouds. And it was to watermelon plateaus, glowing with the rising sun. It was to Shiro, asleep at his shoulder, expression peaceful and loving in sleep. And, for the first time in a while, Lance awoke smiling.

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[rodger-blackthorn]

The dream lover.

I have chronic sleep paralouses. It is a common disorder really. A lot of people like me have it. Your whole body is literally paralyzed for a moment or even longer. Sometimes you hallucinate. My hallucinations begin when I was 12, on the verge of puberty. I was at the point of becoming a man. It was a sticky, hot, muggy summer night.

The fan was running while I laid in bed. My body was paralyzed from head to toe. Fear still held a claim to me. I wasn't sure if I was still awake or not. On the ceiling I could see a figure. At first it was on the other side of the room. hunched above the closet. The windows were open with the curtains billowing.

My heart raced when the figure begin to stretch out its long limbs and move across the ceiling. As a kid I panicked. I called out for my parents but nothing came out. Just a gust of breath. A pair of long white arms reached down. Hands stroked my cheeks while claws bit into my skin.

From what I could see, a pair of black eyes stared into mine. They belonged to a chiseled alien face. Even thou its face wasn't malevolent, its presence was. Its elongated body hovered over me. Its long hands lifted the back of my head up. A wide mouth filled with sharp teeth sliced across its mouth as it opened. I don't know what happened after that. All I can remember is hearing a growl.

I awoke the next morning drenched in sweat. The hallucination came more often with each episode. Each time it visited it would in some way touch my body. Sometimes a stroke on the cheek, other times it would caresses my face and press its cold forhead against mine. By the time I was sixteen the fear had vanished. I begin to actually enjoy it.

Maybe feeling a little intimate with my dream. One night in the middle of January I stayed up late. Making an attempt to finish my paper that was due the next day. My back was hunched over while I sat at my desk. I could feel sleep coming to claim me. I made attempts to fight it off. Suddenly I felt a presence inside the room. It was a dark, but pleasant presence.

One I could recognize. I wasn't asleep nor half awake. Even thou I was exausted I knew I was fully awake. I turned around to see the creature sitting on the end of my bed. Its legs were crossed as it stared with a blank face. Chills ran down my spine while I froze.

This shouldn't be real. I wasn't paralyzed. To this day I don't know why but I stood up and threw myself into it. My arms wrapped around its elongated torso. I felt familiar claws trace up my back. Long fingers tapped against my cheek. I realized what I have done and tried to get away. But the creature only held me close and opened its wide mouth.

Again I blacked out. Like all the other times I woke up in my bed with a cold sweat. I felt a sharp pain in my neck. What I saw caused my blood to run cold. There was a clear, visible bite mark that was still fresh.  I wasn't sure if I was going insane. But I made the decision that this thing was more then a hallucination.

At the time of my adult hood the visits became more rare. But the sleep paralysis still reared its ugly head. When I was a teenager I was confused about my sexuality, As an adult I was more confused and felt a longing. But for what? My parents were Christians who followed every word of the bible.

I was always taught that loving the same sex was a sin. This all falls in with what happened years ago. My girlfriend had dumped me and I wasn't taking it to well. I felt like I have failed her. Or I have failed myself for I couldn't understand what I really wanted.

I didn't want to interact with anyone so I locked myself in my bedroom in an apartment I shared. My roommate wouldn't be home for tonight. He was at a party and would come back tomorrow afternoon.

I remember laying on my bed, thinking and holding a bottle of pills. I contemplated on killing myself for my mind was already a mess.   I felt the warning signs of sleep paralysis. But I was fully awake with deciding my suicide. For the first time in years I felt its presence, still as strong and malevolent from before.

My eyes darted over the right side of the room where the window was. It was wide open with a gust of hot summer air gusting in. Standing infront of it was the creature. Except, it looked different.

I don't know how to describe it exactly but it looked more human. White, glossy hair fell down its shoulders while a black robe hung loosely from its body. A pair of lips replaced its wide mouth. I am not sure why but I didn't feel any fear. The creature almost floated towards me while I stared. A pair of slender hands caressed my face.

There was a sweet musk to its body that made me attracted. I shouldn't have been infatuated with this thing. Its lips planted on my forhead with a chilling wetness. Suddenly I wanted more and struggled to voice it out. A wet finger was placed on my lips and suddenly I was able to speak.

"Don't leave me again."

It cocked its head to the side when I choked out those words. Its mouth opened to reply, revealing flat almost human teeth.

"You're aged enough for me. I can claim you now."

Its voice was far different then its appearance. It had a hiss to it along with gargeling. There were moments where the voice sounded like nails going across a chalk board. A claw traced across my cheek while a smile formed. My radio turned on as Nights in white satin, started to play.

It whispered in my ear:

"I'm giving you a choice, invite me in and let yourself be mine, or cast me out of your world."

Its flat chest pressed against mine as it drew my hood down. I was wearing a stained grey hoodie that probably smelled. But it didn't care. I made the decision that changed my life forever.

We fucked that night to put it bluntly. It was the most ectasy filled night I had. I woke up with the thing spooning me. I felt a raw pain in my neck. My hand reached up to rub and that is when a thick, foul smelling ooze spreaded across my skin. I felt incredibly ill as my stomach wrenched in pain.

Before the creature woke up I rushed to the bathroom. Puss begin to leak out of my neck. What I saw in the mirror caused me to choke in horror. A gaping hole was in my neck that exposed the flesh underneath with pus swelled around.

A wave of heat washed over me while I vomited into the sink. In the midst of my illness the creature stood behind me, back in the form I always knew of it to be.

"Isn't this charming?"

It asked in that horrible voice. Its slimed hand held up a decapitated human head, my ex girlfriend to be exact. I hurled once more as the thing only laughed and gave a quick peck on my cheek. I can remember it holding my close around the waist and humming softly as if this was all casual.

I have made the worst decision of my life which resulted in being unable to walk and literally dying. It once said outloud while perched in a chair that I had a sexual disease for whatever its kind was.

Now I am thrity nine turning fourty. I have spent my young adult hood trapped inside my own home. Everyone, even my family knows that thing as my husband. It has taken on the form of a human man and puts on the masqeruade of a tender soul caring for their crippled, dying partner.

I am writing this from my laptop while its gone. Its is currently three AM. I know I am not going to be here much longer so I am putting my story out. It is starting to yearn for another and soon I will be finished off, just like the rest of its former "husbands." Soon sleep paralysis will take over and I am certain that this time, I won't wake up.

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